#poly acotar

[pit-and-the-pen]

Got it Bad- Nessian x Reader

I just reread Silver Flame and I… Listen. My bisexsual ass does not know who I love more.

Summary:  Smut (18+), Threesome (M x F xF), p in v sex, face sitting, oral (m/f receiving), spit, shy reader and slight dom! Nesta and Cassian, slight cum play, porn no plot. 

Pairing: Nessian x mated! reader

This is my first threesome that I’ve written 

Another one I wrote on my phone so only slightly edited. 

WC: 2.8k

It truly wasn’t fair sometimes, having not one but two insanely beautiful mates. The heat that had lingered over your whole body seemed to flaring up full force as you watched the two of them training. It was your turn to sit and watch, and watch you certainly did. Beads of sweat were rolling down Cassian's toned abs and Nesta’s face was deliciously flushed as she blocked every one of Cassian’s moves with expert skill. The noises coming from both of them were enough to make your face heat up, shifting slightly in your spot on the ground. The longest you watched them, the more your mind drifted.  How Cassian’s sweat would taste as you kissed your way down his stomach, the sweet noises you would draw out of Nesta. It was driving you wild. 

There was absolutely no reason for you to be wanting them this much. Cassian had already wrung two orgasms from you before you had even gotten out of bed this morning. 

“You okay, sweetheart, you look a little warm?” He said as he crouched down to get a better look at your face. He brings up a gentle hand to rest on your cheek and the gentle touch has you biting back a whine. Recognition flashes across his face, the small shift sending the scent of your arousal straight to him. “Does seeing us train turn you on, sweet girl?” He teases and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not jump him right there at the tone in his voice. That sweet voice with a slight bite in it turns your knees to jelly every single time. You find it in yourself to nod and he turns his head back to Nesta. She raised an eyebrow at him and he leaned back in to whisper into your ear. “Why don’t you show our mate how much you like it?” You blushed and caught Nesta’s eyes before sending all of the need down the bond. You're rewarded with her intake of breath and that pretty pink creeping up her high cheekbones.  She stalks over to Cassian and I and offers me a hand. Nearly stumble over myself trying to grab it, the action causing Nesta to give a small laugh. Your blush intensifies as Nesta hauls me to my feet. Your mouth dries out when you notice how close her face is to yours. When you try to angle your head to join your lips, she wraps a hand into your hair, holding you still. She runs her nose over your jaw line and down your neck. The touch pulling a pitiful whine from your lips. 

“She does feel a little warm Cas.” She pulls away from you, leaving you cold as a shiver runs down your spine. “Maybe we should bring her inside.” Your stomach flips at the suggestive tone of her voice and Cassian’s wings flare out slightly as he catches onto her meaning. He’s practically pulling you back to the house, Nesta and you laughing together at his urgency. 

Nesta’s lips are on yours the second the door is closed, my back pressed against the hall. You suck down her strawberry and mint taste until you're panting against her. Your hands wind into her braid and she nips at my bottom lip, asking for permission. You don’t hesitate to let her tongue lick into my mouth, moaning at the contact and she bites your lips again for good measure. When she goes to pull away, you use your grip in her hair to pull her face back to yours. Cassian clears his throat from the other side of the room, “Nes' ' was all he said and Nesta was unwinding your hands from her hair and walking over to him, leaving you breathless against the door. He pulled her onto his lap and brought his lips to hers. The kiss heated up and you saw Cassian's grip move down to her hip and started rocking Nesta against his thigh. You moaned almost at the same time she did and the pair broke apart. Nesta gave you a wicked smile and hopped off Cassian's lap only to start pulling off her training clothes. Inch by inch her gorgeous skin was revealed to you and all you could do was remain stuck to that stupid door, legs refusing to move. 

“Come here bunny.” Cassian cooed at you and it was like he put you under a spell, feet finally moving you in the direction you wanted. Nesta came up behind you and you stood in front of Cassian and teased at the hem of your shirt, asking permission to take it off. You nodded, whimpering out a small “please”. 

“Arms up” she said and you obliged, the material feeling too rough as it trailed up your heated skin. Cassian’a eyes darkened as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and your breasts were on full display. Nesta made a soft ticking noise before her hands were wrapping around your front, hands going to teasingly play with your hardened nipples. It was only her contact at your back that stopped you from melting to the floor. Her mouth trailing open kisses along your shoulder and deft fingers tweaking your nipples. Your head leaned back onto her shoulder as you cried out. You could vaguely hear Cassian shuffling out of his own clothes, the various buckles of his leathers clanking as he threw them somewhere in the room. He gently pulled you out of Nestas hold, the female behind you making a displeased noise. 

Cassian laid you on your back and started to pull your pants along with your panties off in one swift motion. You gasped softly as the cold air of the room hit your soaked core. Cassian and Nesta smirked at each other when they saw the slight shine of your arousal on your thighs. “We barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” Nesta teased but the words were lost because at the same time Cassian had swiped a large finger up your folds. He pulled away, fingers glistening and you felt your face heat up. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you gladly took them between your lips. The make above you groaning as you swirl your tongue along the digits. You sucked hard and he pulled his fingers out with a popping sound, a long string of spit coming off his fingers. Nesta pulls Cassian in for another kiss, you can’t look away from the heated moment and Cassian goes to wrap his arm around Nesta before she pulls away. She climbs into you hips, thighs straddling yours and squeezes your cheeks. You instantly open your mouth and she spits on your tongue. You can taste her and Cassian, mixed with the linger taste of your own arousal and your core clenches. She closes your mouth gently and watches with a primal look in her eyes as you swallow, sticking your tongue out to show her. She pats your cheek gently, “good girl.” She praises and you smile dumbly at her. 

The groan you hear from besides you has your eyes moving over to Cassian. His hand wrapped around his hardened length. 

You tap Nestas legs and she climbs off of you. Sliding off the bed, you take the few steps it takes to stand in front of Cassian. He leans back onto his arms, stopping the motion of his hand, as you sink to your knees. His hands are sweeping your hair off your shoulder before he’s even in your mouth. Giving a light pull so your chin is tilted up. You’re eye level with his throbbing cock and you let out a whine at not being able to have him in your mouth. “Want it that bad?” Cassian growls out, you nod as best as you can with his grip on your hair. He lets out a heavy breath and flexes his hips, letting you know you can get started. And that you do. 

You instantly take him half way down your throat, the sudden contact making him yelp which turns into a throaty moan. What you can’t take in your mouth, your hands are stroking. Following behind your mouth as you take him deeper each time. Head bobbing up and down at the fast pace he likes. “Look at my sweet little Bunny, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He says between grunts. You hum at the praise and are rewarded with the buck of his hips. Hands still in your hair, he uses it to pull you off of him, the question in his eyes. All you do is take him in your mouth again, letting him rest on your tongue. That’s all it takes for him to start thrusting into your mouth. Harsh thrust that pulls pretty gags from your throat. Your nose touches those toned abs and he holds you there just long enough for tears to prick in the corners of your eyes before he pulls you all the way off. You’re panting and going to lean back to him but he stops you. “I think we’ve left out our other mate. Why don’t you go make it up to her?” 

You look over to Nesta and are met with the sight of her rubbing slow circles on her clit. Her eyes lock on yours and that’s all it takes for you to raise off your knees and join her again on the bed. Crawling over to her, you lightly swat away her hand and replace it with your own. Copying her slow pace. She squirms under your touch and moans softly. You speed up your movements. “Need… need more” she moaned. You’re rewarded with her pretty scream as you sink two fingers into her, fingers already brushing that sweet spot inside of her. You’re so distracted by her pretty noises that you don’t realize Cassian coming up behind you. It takes every bit of concentration not to stop your fingers as Cassian lifts you up and crawls under you, placing your dripping core over his face. You give Nesta a particularly hard thrust as Cassian licks a long stripe up your cunt. Arching into his face, he wraps his hands around your thighs and licks lazily up and down. 

Nesta’s and your moans fill the room as you slip another finger inside of her, moving faster still. Her hips buck to meet your hand and you know she’s close. Smirking to yourself at her blissed out face. You pull your fingers out and resume the tight circles on her clit. She hisses slightly at the sudden change, eyes fluttering open. Her mouth hangs open as she moans a garbled version of your name. Small shakes rack through her as she grips onto your wrist. Her orgasm barreling through her and your hands don’t stop as you work her through it. She falls back against the mattress with a content smile on her face. 

Cassian really starts on you once he realizes Nestas finished. He pulls you even tighter against his face and thrusts his tongue inside of you. Your back arches and your hands shoot out into the sheets to steady yourself. Nesta still laid back on the mattress, eyes now watching you ride Cassian's face. Your moans raise in pitch and she pulls herself off the mattress. Kneeling in front of you, she pulls you in for a searing kiss. Capturing every moan Cassian pulls from you, she greedily swallows them down. Her hands land on your breasts again and start to kneed at the soft flesh. Cassian scrapes his teeth lightly over your clit and that’s all it takes for your own orgasm to rip through you. Hips bucking against his face as Nesta sinks her teeth into your lip, muffling the scream that tears out of your throat. You sag against her and Cassian slips out from under you. Once your breathing has settled slightly, you look back at Cassian. His face and chin coated with your release. “Nes, you go first.” You offer and she’s smirking as she crawls over to Cassian. 

A rough hand on his shoulder pushes him to his back and she’s already sinking down onto him. He roars once she’s fully seated against him and when he goes to grab her hips, she playfully swats his hands away. Instead she places her hands on his chest and uses the leverage to grind against him. His hands knot into the sheets and you can only watch the place where they’re connected. Cassian's thick length slipping into and out of her, that creamy ring at the base from Nesta’s previous release. It’s enough to make you moan. The sound only makes Nesta’s hips speed up. She finally lets him grip her hips and he starts to meet her thrusts. High pitched whines leave Nesta’s mouth as a string of curses falls from Cassian’s. You can’t stop the hand that trails down your stomach, skin itching with need. You don’t even bother to pause as you thrust a finger into yourself. Biting your lip to stop the loud cry the action pulls from your mouth. 

The pair looking over at you, eyes hazy with lust. Nesta gives Cassian a few more long strokes, slowly raising and lowering herself before she pulls off of him. “We can’t leave our needy girl out of this,” She winks at you, “As much as she does love watching me fuck you silly.” You whimper at her words. Both of them turn their attention back to you. Cassian pulls your hand away from your aching hole, ignoring your whine. He’s pushing you down to your back and Nesta is already climbing up to your head. Your hands find her thighs and help her get situated as she lowers herself onto your waiting tongue. You groan at the taste of her. Your hand gliding up to her clit as you fuck her with your tongue. 

Cassian’s fingers slip into you and the moan you release into Nesta has her cursing above you. Grinding harder onto your face. Once Cassian has stretched you out enough, he withdrawals his fingers and you feel his thighs brush against yours. You part your legs wider, silently begging him to fill you. He pushes in achingly slow, inch by inch to let you adjust. His hands wrap under your knees to push them up to your chest. 

You can do nothing but cry out as Cassian starts to plow into you. Hips digging deliciously into your thighs and you feel tears start to roll down your face. Mind already numb to anything but your mates over you. Blood is drumming against your ears, you would be surprised if the others couldn’t hear your frantic heartbeat as the three of you work to get each other off. Nesta finishes first but you pull her back down, holding her hips to your face, your tongue not stopping. She twitches against you, head thrown back in a silent moan. Her hands twist themselves into your hair and the painful sting on your scalp as she pulls only spurs you on. She moans out, “Please, don’t stop.” So you don’t. 

Cassian’s harsh thrusts are sending you over the edge before you can even process it. His own cries are muffled by Nesta’s thighs. His thrusts get deeper, pulling out less and less until he’s bucking his hips against yours. Grinding deep into you. Nesta and you come for a second time together. When she rides out her bliss, she’s tapping on your shoulder, signaling you to let her up. You can finally hear Cassian’s moans. He’s loud enough to shake the paintings on the walls. Grunting and panting, followed by strings of curses. “Such a perfect little cunt. You take me so well, take both your mates so well…Fuck. I love you. Both of you.” His hips stutter a little and you can tell he’s close. You see Nesta’s hands go to stroke that tender spot on his wings and that’s all it takes for him to fill you up. He pulls out, his seed leaking onto your thigh. You have to push Nesta away from your leaking hole as she swipes her tongue through your folds. Too worn out to have her mouth on you. 

The three of you lay panting on the bed. Limbs tangled around each other as you all bask in your post-orgasmic bliss. Cassian eventually pulls away from the bed to run a bath for all of you. Your tub almost has its own room to be able to fit all three of you, including Cassian’s wings. Both you and Nesta are wrapped in a tender kiss and Cassian joins you back on the bed, he tucks both of you onto his chest. The three of you drift off to sleep wrapped in each other. Bath completely forgotten.

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Saturday Nights

PolySJM Week: Day Four

Prompt: Alternate Universe

Pairings: Mafia!BatBoys / Reader

Summary: You're a clueless waitress working in a mob restaurant, unknowingly catching the eye of its ruthless leaders. Surely a simple cut won't send them into a panic.

Heavily, Heavily inspired by @ jacfrostisreal clueless waitress series on TikTok!!

Tags: glood, gore, stitches, gullible reader

Word Count: 2059

A/N: Y'allllll I tried rewriting it like six times but ended up here so don't be holding it against me.....

PolySJM Week 2025 Masterlist | Acotar Masterlist

I pressed the rag to my hand with a shaky inhale, watching as the white fabric turned pink from the cut, unable to stop the tears from spilling over. 

This was the worst shift ever. 

First I had to come in early to cover the host stand all because Esmeraie was having car troubles and I had a customer scream at me because I wouldn’t seat him and his wife as if I could magically make a table available. Then my very first table of the night ended up being absolutely horrendous. It was so damn busy tonight I’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I didn’t even realize I had cut myself on the plate I’d dropped until Chef pointed it out. 

I’ve had no time to even think, Sevenda’s was a high end restaurant known for excellent service and even better food. I usually thrived in high-pressure situations but tonight was another bad night in an awful week and I was reaching my breaking point. 

I let out another choked sob, my vision blurring with tears, I was hiding away in the thankfully empty break room. My coworkers had tried to help with the cut but I’d refused, snatching the rag out of Thane’s hand and running out of the kitchen before I started crying in front of them. 

God it hurt like a fucking bitch. My hands were starting to shake and I tried to focus on finding a first aid kit but my mind was buzzing with the weight of my emotions, overstimulation setting in and making my breathing hitch my nerves felt like they were on fire.

I let out a painful whimper, digging the rag further into my skin as if it would erase the prickling pain that was seeping down to my bones.

I stayed like that for a few more minutes until the rag turned fully red, trying and failing to breathe only to cry harder. It didn’t help that the sight of my own blood made me lightheaded. 

I didn’t even notice the door had opened until someone was standing right in front of me. Rhysand's citrus and sea scent invaded my senses and I tilted my head up to look at him. 

Mortification instantly washed over me upon seeing my boss, and I reached my free hand to wipe away the tears. Hopefully I didn’t look too much like a mess.  “H-Hi.” 

There was a dark look in his gaze as he took me in. “What’s happened?” He demanded, his silky voice making shivers run up my spine. “I’m Fi-Fine.” I stammered out, trying to stabilize my voice but speaking only made more tears burst forward, when I calmed down I was going to strangle myself for appearing like this in front of the freaking owner. 

My words seemed to have no effect on him and his large hands gently grabbed my injured one. I instinctively hissed in pain when he removed the rag from my palm. “I’m not gonna hurt you darling, I just need to see what’s going on so I can help you. Is that alright?” 

He brushed his thumb soothingly against the uninjured skin of my wrist and I nodded. Biting on the inside of my cheeks to hopefully keep the tears at bay. It was really sweet that he took such good care of his employee’s but guilt slowly crept in, he had been meeting with some of his friends in the back offices.

Before I even had a chance to apologize for ruining someone’s meal and hiding from my tables the door opened again and two familiar men walked in. Rhysand’s brother’s helped him manage the restaurant occasionally. Apparently thing’s must really be crazy because they’ve spent more time here.

“Marissa told us what happened.” Cassian said practically shoving his brother aside to take a look at my hand. I winced at his rough touch and Rhysand shot him a glare. “Be careful.” He snapped under his breath. 

Azriel was standing a few paces behind them, that intense stare settled on me and I wasn’t sure the male was even breathing. I could never get a good read on him. “I’m sorry for breaking the-the plate, I’m honestly fine, just need a bandage and I’m good to go.” I hiccuped, wiping my eyes again and taking a shuddering inhale. Doing my best to calm down and look presentable. These were my bosses afterall. 

“We don’t care about that.” Rhysand said, softening his tone as he shot me a charming smile that had my insides melting. Cassian’s brows furrowed as he inspected my wound. “She needs a stitch or two.” 

As soon as those words left his mouth it’s like someone doused my body in ice water. I snatched my hand from his. “No-No. It’s not that bad.” I spoke fearfully. Cassian stepped in front of me, blocking my view so it was just him and placed a new rag back on my hand, adding gentle pressure. The touch made my toes curl and I immediately banished those thoughts. They just didn’t want me to accidentally pass out, it was already bad enough I broke company property -again- was bleeding on the floor and hadn’t checked in my tables in fifteen minutes. “Really, it’s ok. I have tables. I promise I’ll get back to work- No hospital needed.” 

“You will do no such thing.” Rhysand said from my side, his eyes still on my trembling hands. His tone leaves no room for argument. “Don’t worry sweetheart.” Cassian said softly, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. 

His large muscled chest blocked my view so I didn’t see that Azriel had left the room but he returned with a small briefcase, setting it on the counter beside me and revealed what looks to be a small stash of high-grade medical supplies. I whimpered and stepped away, accidentally pressing myself to Rhysand’s side. 

“Y-You are…You’re gonna stitch me up. H-Here?” I squealed out, nausea rolling in my gut. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” 

“We have numbing tools, it’ll only hurt for a moment I promise.  Will you let us take care of you? We can take you to the hospital if you’d prefer. But either way you are not going to be walking around here with an open wound” Azriel finally spoke, that deep voice instantly soothing my nerves. 

“Not to be rude…But do you know what you’re doing?” I eyed the small army of supplies suspiciously.

“Yes.” The three brothers shared a look I didn’t fully understand but Cassian looked like I just kicked his puppy and Azriel’s confidence helped me calm down. 

“I didn’t know owning a restaurant was such a dangerous profession.” I quipped trying to distract myself. 

Rhysand chuckled underneath his breath, making me realize how truly close I was standing to him. I tried to take a step back to at least keep some of my dignity intact but he pulled me even closer, heart spread across my cheeks. “You’d be surprised.” 

Well.. That’s true I’d seen Roman with countless bandages, for someone who worked in the kitchen of a high-class restaurant you’d think he’d be better with a knife, he’d only told me it was ‘Part of his charm.’ 

A hospital scared me even worse, plus I would feel guilty. I nodded my agreement and Cassian lifted my wrist removing the rag. Both him and Azriel started cleaning it and I let out another whimper, black dots dancing in my vision at the sight of my own blood coming out of my body. 

Rhysand titled my chin to look at him, those dark blue eyes almost looking violet in this lighting. “Talk to me about something.” 

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, anything.” 

I paused, suddenly all my thoughts emptying when prompted. I opened my mouth to respond but suddenly a sharp burning sensation spread throughout my entire hand and I squealed in pain, pressing my head into Rhysand’s shoulder. He shushed me comfortingly, running a hand up and down my spine in soothing motions until all the pain just…disappeared. 

I pulled away to try and look at what they were doing to my hand. But he captured my attention with conversation once again. We talked about me losing my keys, my annoying neighbor playing loud music throughout all hours of the night, then eventually the rude customers at the host stand and the annoying tables I’d had. It was an easy conversation, making me forget all about my cut. Then I realized I was speaking badly about my job to the person who signed off on my paychecks. 

God this blood loss was making me lose my damn-minded. The way they were taking care of me softened something inside of me. It made my walls slip and I made stupid mistakes like thinking they liked me or telling my bosses bad things about my job. They were respectful to my coworkers and I tried to force myself to remember I was just an employee.

It did however warm my heart how much they cared about their employee’s well being and I tried to tamper down the jealousy that they might’ve taken care of my coworkers like this as well. 

We were extremely well taken care of here. Plus the tips were good which was surprising seeing as everyone knew rich people were monsters -Marisa told me it would be disrespectful to Rhys if they didn’t-. So they obviously had a good reputation for a reason.

So no, I was not going to risk a good job just because Rhys’ voice did things to my insides. That Cassian was making me laugh even as they sutured my hand and Azriel’s touch sent sparks down my spine. I tried to remind myself they were just good employers. Tried to not let it all get to my head 

This really was just not my night. 

Even if I would replay this moment in my head before I go to sleep every night in utter embarrassment, these were my freaking bosses and they had seen me crying and in pain. Not my best moment. 

“Sorry…This is your restaurant. I like my job. Don’t fire me.” I spoke, playing it off with an awkward laugh but Rhysand just gave me another of those dazzling smiles. “Trust me, we’re not going to fire you.” 

“All done.” Azriel spoke gruffly and I hadn’t even realized how much time had passed until I was staring at my newly bandaged palm. “Wow…Thank you guys! I truly am sorry about all of this. I promise to be more careful. It won’t happen again. I’ll get back to my tables.” 

“You’re not going back to work.” They all spoke at the same time, those dark eyes settling on me until I squirmed slightly. They really were too attractive for their own good. Maybe I really did need to find a new job because god the things I wanted to do to these men was anything but professional. 

“It’s a busy Saturday night, I’ve already been avoiding my tables for a long time. Marisa is going to kill me.” 

“Wasn’t negotiable Darling.” Rhysand said in that demanding tone again. 

“Rhysand, Sir-”

“We’ve talked about this. It’s Rhys.” 

“Alright…..Rhys.” I appeased him even if it felt wrong, the nickname tasted unfamiliar on my tongue and way too intimate. “I promise I’m fine. You don’t have to do that.” 

I had bills to pay after all, and as if he was reading my mind- “You’ll be reimbursed for the injury.” 

I bit my lip anxiously, of course I was excited to go home and rest, maybe catch up on some trashy tv show but I would feel horrible leaving my coworkers all alone on a busy night like this. “Are you sure? If you need me I’m happy to stay, plus the injury was my fault-”

“We’ll see you next in a few days, get some good rest.” It was Azriel who spoke this time.

I nodded, giving them a soft smile. “Ok..well thank you so much guys I really appreciate it.” 

After grabbing my things and going over how to take care of my wound with Azriel I left, thanking them again for their help. They really were great bosses. 

[shadowdaddies]

My masterlist of ACOTAR poly fics! I'll keep this updated as I continue to write.

✨= fluff

❤️‍🔥= smut

💧= angst

💥 = action (ka-pow!)

Nessian x Reader

✨As Long as I Have You (Nessian x Reader)

✨Banter (Nessian x Reader)

❤️‍🔥✨💧Everything to Me (Nessian x m!Reader)

Feysand x Reader

💧The Real Nightmare (Feysand x dark!Reader)

↳ 💧✨Part 2

Cazriel x Reader

✨Rescue Me (Azriel x Reader x Cassian)

✨❤️‍🔥New Memories (Azriel x Reader x Cassian)

❤️‍🔥Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Cassian x Reader x Azriel)

↳ 💧✨Part 2

Rhysriel x Reader

✨❤️‍🔥Love Intertwined (Rhysand x Azriel x Reader)

Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader

❤️‍🔥The Dilemma (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel x Reader)

Batboys x Reader

✨All Together Now (Batboys x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Spontaneity (Batboys x Reader)

❤️‍🔥Tender (Batboys x Reader)

[princess-tulip-writes]

honey bun • poly!batboys

genre: smut

summary: reader is ovulating, so her three mates make it their mission to get her pregnant by pumping her full.

a/n: this piece serves two meanings: my 1k special, with a dedication to my lovely @redbleedingrose for both the idea and a lil gift. i hope you all enjoy!

you knew that the moment you agreed to move into town house with all three of your mates that it was going to be very chaotic— sexy, but chaotic.

and mother, were you right.

everyday was something new, adventurous and full of love, even though each male had a different way of expressing their love, communicating was never much of an issue. you were spoiled rotten by the three illyrian’s, both emotionally and financially, and never doubted the amount of love they had for you.

although, they were very wholesome and sweet, they sure could fuck like they hated you— especially during fertility season.

“fuck, get ready take another load, baby.” cassian grunts out into your shoulder, feeling his balls tighten as he ruts into you.

you were already pumped with your high lord’s cum, twice, and you knew there was four more rounds of semen to come before you were anywhere near finished for the night— not that you were complaining.

it was like a dream to be pumped full with not only one, but three different sets of illyrian cum, and at least two times each at that. the consequences being a sore cunnie the next morning and a possible babe announcement next month; exactly what they were hoping for.

cassian came seconds after for the first time that night, joining his brother’s sticky mess inside of your womb with his own. his heavy breathes cascaded off of the skin of your neck and sent shivers down your whole body, your shaking legs tightening around his waist and pulling him in deeper— if that was even possible.

“f-fuck, your cunt’s so lovely.” he chuckled into your shoulder, but the laughter faded into a whimper as the new sensitivity of his cock came apparent when you became tighter around him.

the both of you took a breath before the general slowly pulled out of your dripping pussy with a hiss, and softly pushed back into the sopping mess of your cunt.

“so fucking messy in here now.”

a dark chuckle sounded from the right side of the bed, snapping you out of your subby and filled headspace as butterflies abrupt within you from the familiar sound.

rhysand.

you turned your attention to the male, eyes quickly finding his violet ones and softening them as he takes in your fucked out state. the smirk on his face gentles, yet the fist around his cock doesn’t flatter.

he cocks his head at you, a tell of his fake sympathetic mood.

“awe, my darling, do you feel full already?” he asks softly.

you babble an incoherent agreement, one that only your mates would understand, followed by a fast nod and a whimper as cassian hits your sensitive gummy walls over and over and over until your stomach knots again.

your mates knew too well that you were close again, and the two beside you quicken the pace on their cocks as the one inside of you fucks you faster, ignoring the painful sensitivity of his cock.

“look at me, pretty girl.”

azriel.

you obeyed thoughtlessly, immediately directing your eye contact to the shadowsinger, where your head had been laid on his thigh all night.

“good, good girl.” his free hand found the side of your face, grimacing at the left over saliva on your cheek where rhysand had licked a few tears away earlier, but smiled down at you anyway.

“wanna cum baby?” he asked gently, eyes intently watching yours for hesitation or pain but was met with an enthusiastic nod instead. “you can cum then, princess. go ahead.”

with a small scream and a harsh arch of your back, you did. you clenched tightly around cassian’s cock once more, creaming around the thick base and pushing some illyrian cum out accidentally.

“such a pretty girl.” rhysand spoke as he watched the way your body shook. “one more round from you cass, then it’s azriel’s turn.”

“ ‘s not gonna be long then.” cassian responded, feeling the euphoria of another orgasm closely approaching as his strong hips picked up inside of you, slamming into your hips roughly and undoubtedly bruising them.

you didn’t seem to mind, in fact they all recall watching you buck you hips to meet his, as if you were begging for another fill of his cum.

a wish that would very soon be fulfilled.

“she wants it, cassian.” azriel encouraged. “she wants it so bad.”

with a loud growl, warm liquid coated your walls once more and joined the other three puddles in your womb.

the male above you shook lightly, huffing out breaths as he regained his strength to switch. but you were too tight, too warm, too wet to pull out of, a drug cassian shamelessly become addicted to as he stilled his hips.

after a minute too long, the oldest brother shoved at the male’s shoulder with a hiss that meant ‘move’.

“you’re lucky she likes you so much, brother.” he groaned before reluctantly removing himself.

though he didn’t roll over without a ‘thank you’ kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue along your own quickly before joining rhysand against the head board.

“my turn, isn’t it, beautiful?” azriel mumbled to you, his thumb stroking your jaw softly as he carefully slid his thigh from under your neck and slipping off the bed. “do you need a break?”

as usual, you shook you head to the offer as you made grabby hand motions at him, watching your mate position himself between your thighs with a lazy smile on both your faces.

his eyes studied your face for any pain or discomfort as he tapped the head of his hungry cock on your clit lightly, teasing you just as he always did.

“put it in, please.” you whined causing all three of your mates to chuckle softly at your eagerness for the spymaster’s cum.

rhysand quirked an eyebrow at you. “i don’t remember you being in any place to call the shots, darling.”

before you could apologize, azriel slipped inside of your aching cunt, still standing between your legs but his eyes moved onto your harden nipples. memories of sucking on them previous to your first load of cum of the night flashed through his mind as your lip wobbled at your lord’s scolding tone.

“leave her be, rhys. it’s not her fault her womb loves my cum so much. is it, princess?”

you shook your head, babbling another incoherent version of ‘no’.

“gods, she is so fucking full. so much godsdamn cum inside this cunt, it’s practically leaking out.” azriel hissed to his brothers as seed poured around his cock with each inch deeper that he pushed inside.

“don’t worry, she won’t let it spill, will you, sweetheart?” cassian cooed at you.

“n-no, i-i-i promise.”

azriel smirked at you proudly, and increased the speed of his hips for you.

you gasped when his cock directly pounded into your spongey spot, and you could feel another orgasm approaching already.

“good fucking girl.”

before azriel could announce your impending arrival, rhysand kneeled beside your face, hands cradling your cheeks. confusion spread across your face as he maneuvered your head to his liking, but you understood once the leaking head of his cock pressed to your lips.

“i’d hate to waste my cum, darling, but i’m afraid i can’t wait.” he explained. “open up.”

[sapphicmsmarvel]

feysand: disability comfort

note: i have sciatica nerve pain and will for the rest of my life and i had a bad flare up recently (im at the lower end of that flare up as i write this)  so this is a super duper self indulgent fic. These are my specific symptoms and experiences, pls seek a medical professional’s opinion if you find yourself feeling the same things. 

Self diagnosing is dangerous ! 

We love doctors ! 

When you woke up, you knew it was going to be a bad day and that a potential flare up was on its way to you. 

You had shifted your leg ever so slightly, and felt it. 

The twang. 

And you sighed. The twang of the muscle was a sign that you were in for it for the rest of the day and possibly the next few days. It didn’t necessarily hurt. The twang was a minor discomfort. 

It was the most comfortable part of a flare up. 

So you got out of bed ever so carefully to not aggravate it further. You knew you’d be able to go to work and complete your tasks for the night court today, but the next few days? Might as well bring work home with you so you can do it from a bed. You were the last of the family to leave for the day, Feyre was at the studio, Rhys was running a city and Nyx was away with Auntie Nesta, Uncle Cassian and Uncle Azriel. 

When you went to grab your jacket, a note fell out of the coat pocket. 

Have a good day my love. MWAH Feyre didn’t need to sign it, her kiss mark with her pink lipstick was her trademark. 

When you went to grab your lunch, you saw Rhysand wrote you a note.

This is almost as delicious as me and Fey! See you soon, angel! 

Ps don’t forget about us while you're off running an entire newspaper! 

You couldn’t help but snort, he seems to forget he’s the main breadwinner. 

You were a journalist for Velaris. Extremely well known across the entirety of Prythian. You were the reason most of your staff were able to stay calm because you kept things in order. 

You didn’t start limping until you had gotten to your office, your secretary asked why you were limping and you lied that you twisted your ankle.

If anyone else had told you they were also disabled, you would offer them whatever they needed, and tell them how it wasn’t embarrassing and there were zero things to feel bad about.

But since it was you, you were quite hard on yourself. 

After putting out a small metaphorical fire, you were able to hide a bit in your office where you can limp and cry in peace. It was getting worse, the pain was more intense, it was white-hot pain at this point all across your lower back and butt. You had managed to not cry yet, teared up yes, but you were able to swallow them down. 

You had gotten to lunch, and that’s when you couldn’t stand up straight. 

Fuck. 

Feyre and Rhysand were absolutely on their way to the cafe you three had agreed to meet at today. But there was no way you would make it to that restaurant, back and then the walk home. 

You opened up the bond to say, I won’t be able to make it to lunch. Things are crazy over here, I will see you both at home. Love you!

Feyre’s worried voice came through. Is everything okay? 

Just a gossip column issue with the Spring Court branch! I’ll see you both at home. 

It was a small lie, technically there was an issue with the gossip column for the Spring Court branch. You just took care of that that morning, not the afternoon. 

Rhysand didn’t respond but you chose not to worry. 

You closed the bond and resumed your work, you were agonizing over some final edits when there was a knock at the door. You looked at the clock, you knew you had zero meetings for once today. 

“Come in.” You said. 

Then the door opened to your lovely spouses with food. 

“What the hell?” You asked. 

“We wanted to make sure you ate. But your secretary said that everything was calm.” Feyre tilted her head, those grey eyes narrowing and are somehow able to detect your lies. 

You stood up, “baby-” then your back just twinged and it caused you to gasp and nearly fall over. Your hands slapped against the oak of your desk, causing your pencil cup to rattle. 

“Y/N!” Rhysand was fast as light as he came to stabilize you. Feyre was right there at your front, the look of irritation quickly replaced by concern. 

You were trying to breathe deeply and Rhys’ hands were on your hips. 

“Sciatica pain?” Feyre’s brows furrowed as she asked. 

“Yeah.” You breathed out, Rhys’ large hands massaging your hips gently but not putting so much pressure on the area where it’s really throbbing because pressure doesn’t help all the time. 

“C’mon, sit.” Rhysand guided you down to your chair, and you let out a breath of relief at the loss of tension when you sat. However, there was still an echo of pain. 

“When did this start.” Rhys didn’t ask the question. He demanded it. 

“This morning.” “And you didn’t tell us because…?” 

You sighed, “I just. I hate this part of me. I didn’t want to bring attention to it.” 

“My love, it's a part of you, whether you like it or not.” Feyre said the harsh truth. 

You snorted. “Thanks.”

“Shut up.” She said and nudged your knee with her own paint splattered shoes. “It’s a part of you, and we love all parts of you. Granted, we don’t want to see you in pain, but if you are, we want to help you. We aren’t burdened by this.” 

Rhysand began scratching the top of your head lightly, but it was soothing. “So tell us the truth, Angel.” 

You sighed, and looked back and forth between them. “I hurt. A lot.” 

“You wanna go home?” Feyre asked. 

“More than anything. Am I allowed to do work? Or is that a no go?” You looked at them, “May I have my nurse's opinion?” 

Feyre smiled, “work stays here.” 

You looked at Rhys, who smiled and kissed your forehead, “work stays here.” He agreed. 

You sighed, as they began getting your stuff around to take home. You let Rhys winnow you home while Feyre ordered people around the office to not bother you. Your staff adored her and you, so it was an easy ask. She told them to just leave things on your desk and again, the world will not end if the paper is slightly delayed. But the way you ran the office, you were always a week ahead, with editing boxes available for actual timely events. 

So nothing was too crazy. 

By the time Feyre got home, you were in the bath. And Rhys was making your favorite foods. He already had your painkillers set out on a tray on the made bed. 

He’s such a housewife. 

You hated how much you had to depend on them for the next few days. You could barely move. It hurt to lay, it hurt to sit, to stand, anything. Even using the toilet, it took you a while to just get the momentum to stand up. (Rhys had bars installed to help you up because he knew you wouldn’t ask them).

Sometimes your leg would go completely numb or tingly. So they’d work with you to ‘wake’ your leg up. You knew they were scared when they saw you like that. You’d be scared if you saw them like that. 

When you went stir crazy from being in the house for a few days, they would bring you random drawers to organize. Or untangling Feyre’s jewelry from each other, organizing Rhys’s photo boxes. 

You and Feyre did stretches together as well, Rhys would press a hot cloth to your back and switch with a cold cloth when you requested. 

And when you’d cry from the pain, they would brush your hair back, they’d rub your sore spots if you wanted. They’d bring you water or snacks. 

They would comfort you through anything, and you couldn’t be happier. 

(Even though you felt completely miserable at the moment).

[danikamariewrites]

For Nessian maybe something cute and fluffy with fem reader where the decorate for winter solstice or halloween. And the girls just want to make it extra special for Cass. Maybe the reader also takes the chance with the holiday to tell them she's pregnant 🤔

New Traditions

Nessian x reader

Notes: I love fall but Christmas is my fav and I’m ready for the holidays. Also I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t include the pregnancy part. I feel like a lot of my Nessian x reader stuff is pregnancy so I wanted to give that a break.

Warnings: none

Cassian heaves the last box labeled ornaments on to the couch. Clasping your hands in front of your chest you smile. The sitting room looked like a mess, to you it was organized chaos. Nesta, who was picking through boxes, called it a mess.

When you moved to Night from Winter you absolutely had to bring your solstice decorations. You knew they didn’t decorate like those in Winter and were worried you wouldn’t find anything new in Night. After moving in with Cassian and Nesta they were shocked that everything took up an entire spare bedroom at the House of Wind. To them it was worth the space if it meant your mats got to see that smile on your face.

“What do you want to start with?” Cassian put his hands on his hips, surveying the room and forming a battle plan in his mind. Getting the boxes efficiently unpacked and their contents into piles was the General’s specialty. You hum, tapping your chin in thought.

“Let’s do lights and greenery first. Then the wreathes and tree.” Cass nods in agreement and Nesta starts ripping open boxes. It’s been four years of this. Living and decorating with your mates. In those four years you were hoping to find a special ornament for them to put on the tree. No shops in the city had any and when you visited home you could never find one perfect enough.

It frustrated you to no end. All the ornaments were yours, consisting of ones your mother gifted to you or were family heirlooms. It wasn’t fair that they didn’t have one.

Letting the thought go you get to unpacking the wreathes, handing the big one to Cassian to hang over the mantle.

You and your mates rush around the room, only pausing for quick kisses, as the symphonia plays softly. Two hours later you were down to one box. Ornaments. Giving the box a sad smile you gently pull the lid off. With two of your favorite ornaments in hand you turn to your awaiting mates. Their excitement to hang the baubles on the tree infectious. You hand the first one to Nesta who practically skips over to the tree. Handing Cassian the second you grab another and follow him to tree.

Getting through the box and hanging the last ornament you let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” Nesta rests a comforting hand between your shoulder blades. You lean into her side you wrap your arms around her waist. “I just feel bad that you and Cass don’t have any. It’s been four years, I just feel like a bad mate.”

Nesta clicks her tongue at you. “Nonsense, my love. And if you haven’t noticed we haven’t gotten one for you either.” That doesn’t make you feel any better. You bury your face in the crook of her neck and sigh.

“Wait, there’s one more,” Cass pulls one wrapped in tissue paper from the box. Tilting your head you give him a curious look. You catch Nesta’s smirk out of the corner of your eye. “What did you do?” She shrugs nonchalantly. Cassian holds the object out for you to take.

Ripping the tissue paper you find an ornament of three figures, one a male in a black suit and two females in gowns. A closer look shows you that the figures under the arch resemble you, Nesta, and Cassian from your mating ceremony. Tears form in your eyes as you hug the ornament to your chest. “It’s perfect.” Grabbing your mates you pull them into a hug. They hold you close, each kissing the top of your head.

“You’ve shown us new traditions and brought a new light into our lives we didn’t know we needed. Now we want to add to this one.” Cassian says, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “We love you, y/n. So much.” “I love you too.” You wipe at your eyes looking back down at the ornament.

“Why don’t you go hang it,” Cassian suggests. You nod, placing the ribbon on one of the top branches, making sure the figures face the room. Stepping back you smile to yourself, deciding that this Solstice was going to be the one where you gift Cassian and Nesta the perfect ornament.

[throneofsapphics]

test doll

Feysand x f!Reader

Summary: Feyre and Rhys bring you into their bedroom to help them test out a new toy

Warnings: p/strap in v, smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1610

A/N: just a little feysand smut I found hiding in my drafts.

You stood before them, twisting your hands together. Both were looking at you like they’d like to devour you whole, consume every part of you and leave you a mess behind. In all honesty, that sounded quite nice to you. 

For weeks, the sexual tension had built without either of you acknowledging it. After all, it was a rather taboo subject still, even while becoming more normalized. 

They weren’t looking for a serious relationship, and neither were you but nothing was wrong with a little bit of fun, as long as you had clear boundaries and consistent communication. 

Now that the communication and tough conversation was over, you wanted them in whatever way they’d have you. 

Just as the silence began to grow uncomfortable, you spoke. “Who do I kiss first?” 

Rhys let out a low chuckle as Feyre surged forward, eager. One hand slid around the back of your neck, the other your waist as she tugged you close. You wound your hands around her neck, heads tilting so your lips could meet. At first it was slow, sensuous, and calm but quickly it grew into a flurry of passion, hands roaming and squeezing, exploring and discovering. 

You pulled away for air, both of you laughing softly. Her laughs cut off midway when you laid an open mouth kiss to the spot beneath her ear. 

Head tilted back in a moan, you ran your finger down the column on her neck. 

Then she was gone, replaced by her mate. His kiss was gentle and soft, leaving you aching for more. Pushing forward, you molded your body to his. Heat behind you, his mate pressing against your backside. Rhys kept your lips tracked and locked as she brushed your hair away from your neck, bending to press kisses along the side of your throat. A whimper, as she slid the strap of your dress down, mouth trailing after the fabric. 

More movement. You squealed as your feet left the ground, Rhys tugging you up with one arm the other extend - body squeezed into a vacuum, you winnowed right to his bedroom. 

“Would the stairs have been so difficult?” You huffed, but really you didn’t mind. The sooner you could get them out of their clothes, the happier you would be. 

“There’s a new toy we’ve been wanting to try out,” Feyre said as she slid the other strap down your shoulder, Rhys’s fingers working on the zipper behind him. It was really a five second job, but he kept kissing each inch of skin he exposed. 

“Oh?” The word came out breathier than you intended, borderline a moan. 

“Oh,” she confirmed, mouth curving at the corner into a semi-smirk. “We’d like to try it out with you, if that is alright.” 

Right now, you might’ve agreed to anything. Testing out a new toy with them didn’t seem like much of a burden - actually it might have been a blessing. 

“Yes,” you said enthusiastically. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Rhys took a break and spun you to face him. Feyre stepped around you as well, just as the dress hit the floor, fabric pooling at your feet. Stepping out of it, you kicked it far behind you and frowned. 

“Both of you are wearing far too many clothes.” 

“Patience,” Feyre chided. 

Before you could protest, your bra had disappeared and each took one nipple into their mouths. Only their hands holding onto your body kept you standing. 

Teeth gently scraped, lips closed around, hands squeezed, moans filled the ear - the echoes of their own moans vibrating through your body.

Having their attention, both at one time, was a new kind of heaven you didn’t know existed. 

Strong hands, you opened your eyes and it was your High Lady, throwing you onto the bed. Hitting the silky duvet, your soft laugh died as she tugged you to the edge, hands pressing against the back of your thighs to push them towards your shoulders. Rhys appeared above you and grasped the backs of your knees, essentially folding you in half. Her tongue flicked your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. 

Breath caught, lips dug into teeth, eyes met beautiful blue-gray. 

Rhys tutted, thumb pulling at your lip. “We want to hear you,” he insisted. 

With Feyre’s next touch, you let the soft moan fall from your lips. 

“Beautiful,” you heard Rhys. “Both of you. Gods.” 

You imagined his pleasure, watching his mate eat you out, her ass in the air in front of you 

More pleasing than you could imagine, he spoke into your mind. You jumped. You forgot you’d agreed to that. 

“Don’t scare her,” Feyre lifted her head, your arousal glistening on her lips and chin. You took the chance to tug her up your body, to meet her mouth and taste yourself on her lips. 

Rhys pulled you away before long and you watched as he met his mate’s lips with a ravenous hunger, tongues swirling, teeth nipping, breathing erratic. The thought of him tasting you on her turned you on beyond belief, sending another flood of arousal. 

“I need to taste you myself,” Rhys said as he pulled away from Feyre hands gently pushing on your shoulders. Taking the hint, you laid back. Feyre’s own lips closed around one of your nipples. 

“Fuck,” you nearly screamed as his teeth dragged across, turning the word into a chant, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

A laugh from Feyre. You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed right now, instead you embraced the experience and pleasure, embraced the orgasm building, tension building, body tensing, fists balling the sheets. 

“Let go, beautiful,” Feyre whispered in your ear, rolling your nipple between two fingers. A light pinch, the beautiful hint of pain sent you over the edge, tumbling down, down, down. 

Rhys worked you through, as your orgasm slowed he switched to slow licks from base to apex, gently letting you down from your high.

You laid back, eyes closed, breathing deep. 

“Don’t fall asleep on us,” Feyre laughed. 

“Just need a moment,” you mumbled. 

Moments passed, you recovered, planting your palms next to your waist and pushing yourself up. They did have a really nice duvet cover. 

Thank you, you jumped at Rhys’s voice. 

You keep catching me off guard, you accused - not quite used to casting the thought out in your mind. 

Then we’ll work on your awareness another day, it sounded like he was laughing but you understood the entendre, and remember you can tell me to stop anytime, his voice grew more serious. 

It’s alright now, you reassured him.

“Come here,” you heard Feyre and twisted your head to find her - that’s the toy they wanted to experiment with. You slid down the bed, eager. 

She tightened the final strap on the harness, attached with what you guessed was a seven inch dildo. Anticipation and a strange giddiness bubbled inside of you. 

“Lay down and be good for her,” Rhys murmured in your ear, grabbing the back of your neck to guide you down, tugging your thighs to line you up at the edge of the bed. 

Then you had the blessing of watching them. How he instructed her on how to fuck you, the gentle hands adjusting her hips one hands reached over Feyre to add lube, then pressing your thighs back. 

You could admit the first thrust was a tad awkward, but that was to be expected of any new experience, let alone something completely foreign to her like this. 

“Gods you’re fucking me so good,” you moaned as she picked up the pace. Her pace increased, quickly gaining in intensity too. Your body began to rock back and forward with her new pace, your breathing growing more erratic. 

“Touch yourself,” the hint of dominance in your tone had you instinctively reaching for your mouth, swirling your tongue around two fingers before brushing them over your clit. 

The combined sensations drew a loud, borderline obnoxious groan from you. This gave you a completely new sensation, especially as rhys tugged your thighs up slightly, causing Feyre to hit your g-spot over and over again. 

“Oh gods,” your eyes rolled back, the second orgasm flooding through your body. The afterlife had to have something like this, otherwise you’d rather disappear into tiny particles, gone and blown away with the wind. 

Dramatic, a voice, not your own, said. 

The hint of embarrassment somehow turned you on more, increased your arousal, probably left a little wet puddle on the duvet. 

Feyre had paused, but not pulled out yet. You propped yourself up on your elbows, confused. Rhys was now behind her, his own body adjusted and - Feyre fell forward, her body pressed against your, the strap moving inside of you. 

The High Lord was fucking his High Lady, your High Lady was fucking you. 

Head thrown back, you thought you might come just from the idea of that. Not an idea, this was your reality. 

You hissed as they both hit you again, Feyre’s hips flexing weakly, but Rhys driving her further into you. Gods gods gods, you chanted. 

Rhys was speaking to her, his hand gently gripping her throat. You couldn’t hear the words, lost in your own pleasure, Feyre’s hands now squeezing your chest. 

At this point, you were an object, designed and prepared for their own pleasure and fuck if it didn’t feel incredible. 

“Gorgeous,” Rhys murmured, accentuating the word with another thrust, “both of you,” the words were a low, deep purr coming from him. This had to happen again. You’d gladly be their tester for anything, and something told you they had more ideas for you.

[thisblogisaboutabook]

If you’re looking for an ACOTAR poly series, may I suggest Neapolitan Bonds? SO well written and the dynamic between the three is so believable. 10/10! 🤍🤎🩷

Neapolitan Bonds Master Post

Pairing: Eris/Azriel/Reader | Summaries, Ratings, and Warnings on Posts | Ao3 Series Here

Series Summary: The various adventures of Eris, Azriel, and you, starting with the mating bond snapping and onward. All can be read as a stand alone and in various orders. Actual Order below.

Then There Were Three

The night the bond snapped

Be Good

Azriel uses you to rile up Eris through the bond

Now, Behave

Azriel receives his punishment for the events in Be Good

Sharing is Caring

Azriel has a surprise for you after the ball in Hewn City. Guest Starring Rhysand and Feyre

Even High Lords Need a Break

You and Azriel force Eris to take a break

A Lession In Heart Break

The big fight and after math. Part 1 - The Night it feel apart

[littlest-w01f]

Pregnancy Roulette

For @polyacotarweek

Poly Acotar Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 7: Free Day

Summary: After discovering that Rosalie can safely have their children, Rhysand and Eris compete to see whose heir she would carry first

Cw: Breeding/Pregnancy kink, MxFxM, Smut 18+ MDNI

Rosalie sighed, laying on Rhysand's bed in Night Court, a smile on her face as she lay in her lingerie, eyes watching her two High Lords, two High Lords with lust in their eyes, the sight of them had her arousal flowing.

"Are you sure?" Rhysand asked, his voice dropping as he moved between her legs, his body bare, she didn't know what they had decided for their little experiment, but she nodded quick.

They had a small argument about who would father the first heir with her, and they had come to the conclusion to let her body decide, taking her one after another till she was with child

Eris watched, leaning against one of the dark walls, naked himself, a smirk on his face as Rosalie nodded to Rhysand's question. "Hurry up, Rhys," Eris rolled his eyes, "We're not here to make sweet fucking love tonight."

Rosalie lay on the bed, a pillow under her hips, lifted up, the threads of her slip barely tied. Rhysand grinned at Eris, "Fine, little fox," He turned to her again, gripping her garments and ripping them off her body, "You ready?" He whispered, throwing her legs over his shoulders, his own knees opposite to her waist.

He leaned to kiss down, her hands in his hair as she pulled him in, laughing slightly at the feeling of his hard cock curling up between both their stomachs, he kissed down her throat and she gasped as his teeth grazed her throat, biting and sucking to mark her.

"Rhys..." Rosalie groaned as he began to stroke her clit, adding more to the arousal she was already feeling.

Rhysand smiled, his fingers circling her dripping entrance, thrusting in to stretch her, "Good girl."

Eris swore from the side, the bed dipping as he got on it himself, to see them at a better angle, he kneeled down to kiss Rosalie softly as she groaned at the stretch of Rhysand's fingers.

Eris kissed down her breasts, nipping and sucking on her breast, using his hand to play with her other, Rosalie moaned softly, thrusting her hips against Rhysand's hand, her hand in Eris' hair to pull him closer to her chest.

"Rhys..." She moaned, feeling his cock probing at her cunt, pushing in.

Rhysand's cock was fully inside Rosalie's cunt in one thrust, as he slowly began to move in her. He could feel her walls gripping him tightly, making it hard for him to move his hips easily. But he didn't care about that right now, all he wanted was to bury himself as deeply as possible within her warmth. He groaned, bottoming out fully, as Rosalie groaned and gasped at the fullness.

Eris drowned her noises with his tongue, slipping past her lips to kiss her, every whimper from Rosalie's lips mixing with Eris'. The sound of Rhysand's voice seemed to echo through the room, causing her walls to quiver around him. Every time his cock hit her cervix, she would let out a soft cry of pain and pleasure, which only served to further ignite his desire.

Eris moved his hands between his two mates' bodied to stoke her clit as the male deep inside her took her harshly, as Rhys continued to fuck her, he could feel her inner walls stretching and clenching around him, making him feel as though he were on fire. Each thrust was more intense than the last, leaving him no choice but to pick up the pace, pressing her down harder, her legs holding him closer by her grip on his shoulders. His hands grip her hips tighter, trying to hold himself still while he adjusts to the new angle. The sound of his laboured breathing fills the air as if he were struggling for air.

At this point, Eris had been watching them intently, his cock already hard due to the sight of Rhysand and Rosalie together, leaking already, in need of being buried in his mate. He reached out and took hold of her hand, guiding it towards his cock. Rosalie instantly began to stroke his cock, making him groan her name.

"Mmm... oh..." She heard Rhysand panting, his words laced with an undercurrent of lust and desperation. Rhysand's voice grew deeper and rougher as he continued to fuck her, his words filled with a sense of urgency and longing. "Fuck, I need to get you pregnant," he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "I need to fill you with my child, make you carry my heir." He leaned forward, pressing his lips against her neck, kissing her tenderly. The gesture was sweet and passionate, yet there was also something possessive and demanding about it. "You'll look so pretty, all round with our heir."

"You are so perfect, Rosa," he said, his voice deep and rough. "You're the most beautiful female I've ever seen, and I going to give you my child." He bit her neck, leaving behind a small mark. "God, I love you so much." As he spoke, he pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices and precum. He then lifted her off her knees and positioned her so that her ass was in the air, allowing him to line up perfectly with her entrance once again.

"Rhysie... Rhysie... Fuck." Rosalie whimpered when he pulled out, Eris was busy prepping her neck and shoulders with kisses, pinching and stroking at her clit, groaning as he pushed back in. Both of them close to tipping over the edge.

With a final, forceful push, he slammed his cock back into her, feeling the walls of her pussy clasp down upon him. A low moan escaped his lips as he began to fuck her again, his hips working frantically to try and impregnate her. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming. He could feel his balls slapping against her thighs as he moved, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer without coming. "I'm going to put my heir in you." He growled, thrusting in and out at a fast pace.

As he continued to pound away at her, he felt her body respond to his every thrust, her muscles tensing and clenching around him. The sound of her cries filled the room, echoing off the walls and filling both her mates' ears with a symphony of pleasure, cumming around Rhysand's cock as Eris stroked her through her high. "Er... Rhys..."

"Oh, fuck," Rhysand groaned, his voice strained. "I'm close." The moment his cock filled her completely, he shot his load deep inside her, filling her womb with his seed.

Rosalie groaned and whimpered at the fullness, her eyes closed slightly, Rhys pulled out, holding her legs up to keep his cum inside her, "Stay like that, don't want any of me to go to waste." He smiled, yelping as Eris shoved him out of the way.

Without hesitation, Eris lowered himself onto her, his cock slamming into her. The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves throughout her body. He began to thrust furiously, his hips slapping against hers with each movement. Not letting Rosalie adjust to him, fucking Rhysand's cum back in.

Eris could feel the heat radiating from his cock as he moved in her, Rhysand laying beside her, stroking her face as she twitched from the pleasure and pain, and he could tell that it was burning her insides, the possessive fire in him crazed at the thought his mate with his child. He was careful not to hurt her, but he was also determined to make sure that he was buried as deep as he possibly could be.

The mates moaned each other's names, kissing messily as Eris continued to fuck her, he could feel his balls slapping against her thighs, and he could hear his own harsh breathing echoing through the room. The sound of the wet, sloppy noise of their bodies colliding. He had a possessive hold on her hips to pull her closer.

They continued to move together, their bodies moving in perfect sync. He could feel her inner walls clamp down around him, making him feel like he was drowning in her warmth and wetness. And despite the intensity, he couldn't help but smile. "You look so beautiful."

"Oh, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You look so fucking hot right now." He reached down and cupped her chin, lifting her face up to meet his gaze. "Tell me how it feels, darling." He let go of her chin and grabbed her hips, pulling her up against him. Then, he slid his hands beneath her, gripping her hips tightly, holding her in place as he resumed his relentless thrusting.

Rosalie cried, hand digging into Eris' shoulders to hold him close, "Er... Er... please. It feels amazing, so good."

Rhysand kissed her lips, tongue slipping into her mouth, softly sucking her tongue into his mouth, Eris gripped Rhysand's hair to pull him off her and kiss him hard. Rosalie groaned, watching them kiss while Eris brought her closer to her edge again.

"I'm close, pretty..." Eris growled pulling away from Rhysand. "I'm gonna fill you up, put my babe in you."

And he did, he filled her up, pressing into her till the hilt, his cock throbbed, pulsing within her, and he felt the warmth of his seed pouring into her womb, his cum mixing with Rhysand's. He kissed her softly.

"Alright get off, my turn." Rhysand demanded, Eris rolled his eyes, flipping Rhysand off while he kissed his mate.

A few weeks later, congratulations were in order when Rosalie carried a sweeter scent of Rhysand, a scent caught by the High Lords.

{General taglist - @nox-ceur @sonics-atelier @lilah-asteria @paleidiot}

{Eris taglist- @fxckmiup @amygdtjhddzvb @slut4acotar}

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Azriel’s Girls

Azriel x Reader, Elain x Reader, Elriel x Reader

Angst - Smut - Fluff

Azriel and Y/N have been friends for years, as they navigate a newfound relationship their world is turned upside down when Rhys is taken under the mountain. A relationship of romance and passion simmers into one of endurance and loyalty as fifty years pass. But when a certain Archeron sister arrives in Velaris, Y/N must address a part of herself that she never thought would come to fruition. Will Azriel and Y/N’s relationship survive or will the revelation be too much for the Shadowsinger to handle?

Warnings/Labels: smut, alcohol, poly, FFM relationship, language, eighteen and older only

“Az! This is our song! Come on.” The Shadowsinger lurked in his usual shroud of darkness at the table that held our standing reservation. So coy, so shy, so…devious. I knew that smirk. He would give in to my devices, I just had to play my little game. Giving a twirl to show off the tightly clad-in-silk curve of my ass, and a little shimmy, I twirled toward the table with a gimme gesture of my hand, manicured nails glistening in the ambient fae light.

A mischievous glint caught in Rhys’ eye as Azriel turned from their heated conversation, giving into my gesture. He couldn’t resist me. Rhys raised three fingers lazily in the air, giving a smile to our favorite attendant.

“Tequila. More tequila.” The attendant read the unspoken words right away. The night was young and the liquor would keep flowing.

Life had been painfully busy as of late and tonight was intended as a reprieve from our ever-present duties. We all needed it, stoic Shadowsinger included.

Azriel and I had toed the line of love, lust, and friendship in a tangled waltz of desire for some time now. I wanted him. He wanted me. And tonight, tonight I would make my move.

His hands held my waist, pulling body in closely to his. My hips swaying in rhythm as his alluring mist and cedar scent filled my nose. His low, seductive voice filled my ears. “You’re divine, you know that?”

Oh, we were so fucking tonight. My breasts tightened at the promise in his tone. I spun in his arms, my ass pressed firmly against his very prominent arousal. The coarse hairs of his corded forearms grazed against the exposed skin of my midriff through a cut out panel of my dress. So much strength lay within his honed body, and now that strength was focused on me. Lost in the music, we became one on the dance floor. My head leaned back into a muscled shoulder, the scruff of his chin brushing against my forehead. I smiled as Mor danced a few feet away from us, her red satin gown swaying deliciously over her toned body. She was practically glowing as the light shimmered off of the sweat lightly coating her skin. She was radiant. A warmth filled me as I took her in, feeling Azriel’s jaw tense slightly. Not in discontent, but into a smile much like my own. This moment was paradise.

I wasn’t sure how long we spent on that dance floor but that night something shifted. That night we fucked as I’d hoped. But not in the way of a casual hook-up, or a fleeting affair, but in the way that one moves in the person they know is theirs. Passion and frenzy fueled the lust between us, combining into something more.

Love.

I moaned as Azriel brought me to my release for the third time that night, the climax he wrung from me carrying on in deliciously excruciating waves. His own release following somewhere between them. His chest rose and fell in heavy pants, my breasts pressing into him as I took my own steadying breaths. One strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me as closely into him as possible, his other arm pressing into my back, a broad palm cradling the back of my head as my cheek pressed to the juncture of his neck and collarbone.

The only way to describe the feeling had to be bliss. A pure, unadulterated feeling of peace flowed between or two bare bodies as our breathing fell into sync. A rumble vibrated from his chest and straight through me as he whispered, his head turning toward me, his swollen lips brushing the shell of my ear, warm breath creating chills through my body. “I love you, Y/N.”

His heartbeat echoed through me, racing at his admission. I smiled and I could tell he felt it by the sweet sigh he exhaled. “I love you too, Azriel.”

Life was beautiful. It was for several years. Until the day Rhys commanded us to protect the city. Until he was gone for fifty years.

A life of love and duty became a life of duty and love when there was time. We were so busy, so worried for Rhys, our friend, our High Lord, our family. He was such a fundamental element in our lives and then he was just… gone.

In a strange way, though, it brought Azriel and I closer emotionally but life became less about passion and more about duty. We protected our court, the peace within it. We fought for those basic, fundamental needs in order to survive, and our desire escape life’s duties and into eachother had to fall to the wayside.

When Rhys came back, we were elated. And yet, something was different. We were hardened by the past half-century spent on edge. We remained worried that another threat was around the corner… and we were right. The war with Hybern took something from all of us, a fundamental element of peace had just dissipated. We all hid it, all dealt with it in our own ways, but Azriel and I- it hit us hard. What once revolved around romance and passion, fell into a rhythm of comfort and reassurance. There was no doubt that we loved eachother, needed eachother like we needed air.

And then there were the Archeron sisters… Rhys found his home within Feyre. He deserved it and we were all so damned happy for him. And Cassian, he found Nesta. And I- I found a nearly broken female named Elain. She was soft and lovely, like a spring breeze, but she had been stripped of her autonomy when she’d been tossed into that damned cauldron. Though the asshole mortal she’d been engaged to proved to be just that - an asshole mortal - she still hurt. And I felt genuine sympathy for her, she didn’t choose this. She was forced into it, and someone she was still so desperate to love, someone whose life would now only be fleeting in comparison to her own, no longer wanted her. He’d treated her like nothing more than shit stamped into the tread of his boot. Sweet, lovely Elain of all people didn’t deserve that.

I couldn’t help the ache that filled me at her desperation. We became close. She was my friend, confided in me, and her softness warmed something that I thought had long since frozen over within the depths of my soul.

I don’t know when it happened but I grew to love her. First as a friend. Not the fiery passionate kind of love and desire that I’d felt for Azriel before we’d become official, this was something delicate and gentle, like the soft feel of a velvet flower petal beneath the pad of a thumb. It became something so precious to me.

I felt like a traitor. I didn’t just love her, I was in love with the whimsical and beautiful Elain Archeron. And somehow, the fact that Azriel had become friends with her, separate from our own friendship, made my treachery feel all the worse.

It was a night at Sevenda’s that changed everything for us. Azriel and I were long overdue for a date night. He’d ordered a bottle of wine and my favorite appetizer of breaded zucchini planks with red sauce. A warmth filled his eyes that I hadn’t seen in some time. It nearly felt like things once had.

A lovely female entered the establishment with her handsome male counterpart. I watched them, watched her, in reverence. The female form was lovely, gentle in a way that bordered muse-like, luscious and welcoming, but carrying such strength beneath the surface. One moment Azriel was looking at the female and the next he was staring back toward me, something knowing flickering across his features.

“Az…” I choked out.

His hand reached across the table to mine, its warmth seeping through me. Those hazel eyes gleamed and I felt the tears threatening to spill over my thick lashes. His thumb brushed across my hand in soothing waves. “It’s okay.” He spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “I know.”

Those words meant so much. But, how much did he truly know? Grappling with the words to match the turbulent feelings within me all I could manage was another choked “Az,” his name coming out slightly more firmly this time as I prayed I wouldn’t lose the courage. “It’s… Elain.”

“I know.” His voice came out so calmly and steady that it spurred the opposite response from me. How did I end up with such a patient and understanding partner, someone so full of unconditional love despite the unfair hand that life had dealt him?

The tears flowed freely then. Wiping my flushed cheeks, I turned my head in an effort of diverting any attention they’d drawn. Azriel hurriedly dropped a generous sum of marks on the table and spirited me home, to our shared chambers at the River House.

He held me closely in our bed, one hand stroking my hair in a calming rhythm. “It’s okay” he promised, the words spoken into my hair warming my scalp. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

An hour passed and I looked up to him, “I want you.” I choked.

A subtle curve tilted the corner of his lips upward, a dimple appearing on the left side, “I want you too- no, Y/N, I need you.” The small grin faded into a softened expression of sincerity as he comtinued. “But this situation?” He paused, searching for the words. “It’s okay. I love you just the same. I always will. And Y/N?”

I had to look a mess as puffy, glassy eyes met his, encouraging him to continue.

“I care for her too.”

My breath caught. I’d suspected he cared for her. I didn’t know how anyone couldn’t - but, the way the words he spoke carried a warmth that he so rarely shared, except in regard to me- the words were not only those of acceptance, but of mutual understanding.

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Two years later

I sat on the edge of our oversized bed, a white linen sun-dress covering my summer tanned skin. A pin poked into my head causing a knee-jerk reaction. Whipping my head to the side with a huff, a soft laugh came from behind me. “Quit fidgeting. It’s almost perfect.” A beat of silence passed along with a couple pulls of my hair. “There. It’s perfect.”

I looked back to Elain, her rosy cheeks amplified by the golden light pouring in through the open window to our chamber. “Not crooked this time?”

She placed a hand to her chest in mock offense. “It was you, who placed a crooked bow in my hair in case you’ve forgotten.”

I giggled. She wasn’t wrong. My Elain, my friend and my lover, someone who mirrored my own soft femininity while wielding a strength that I admired deeply. Two souls brought together by fate. I loved her to the very marrow of my bones.

And Azriel, my soulmate, my passionate lover. The foundation that kept me standing through the most tumultuous of times. I loved him now more than ever. His strength, his protective instincts, his loyalty and honor, his acceptance, and the way he could wring pleasure from my needy body like nobody else, Elain’s too. A male of many talents, indeed.

We were his girls to care for and he showed us daily how his heart overflowed for both of us. And we were able to bring his guard down enough that those walls that had erected over years of war and turmoil, lowered so we could care for him like he cared for us. We could fight enemies at dawn, and share chocolate croissants on picnic blankets along the sidra at sunset. Live a life so soft and lovely one moment, and full of desperation and passion the next. We were not defined by who we loved, but how we loved. And for our trio? It was everything.

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General ACOTAR tags: @lilah-asteria @thecollegecowgirl @mochibabycakes @nickishadow139

[sapphireillyrian]

Masterlist

Old blog

Hey fellow SJM tumblr fam! I’m finally taking the dive and I’m going to attempt to be as consistent on tumblr as I possibly can be. I have raging adhd and executive dysfunction problems so I tend to go in and out of feeling productive and creative, please be patient with me. But I’ve been really inspired as of late and I have a fic that I’ve been working on for the last few weeks that I’m super excited to start sharing. My asks and requests are open as well ❤️

Our Raven - Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Part One - Coming Soon!!!

[starryhiraeth]

Cassian x Nesta x Reader

Warnings?; Alcohol??? Idk if that’s warning, this is pretty chill tbh (after writing it I can conclude that it’s a little suggestive)

Note; As always, probs spelling errors, it feels like traditional at this point ☺️

Finding out Nesta and Cassian were your mates was a rollercoaster, at first you were wary then you became closer and close until you were all happily married and mated, with a good house, a good life a good sex life

Anyway, it was your anniversary, 5 years together felt like 5 seconds and you could never get enough

Once you entered your house at dusk, the lights were off and candles are illuminating the halls, laughter echoed throughout your and your mates home, coming from the library.

Low a behold, both your mates were sitting on the furniture, Nesta on the armchair and Cassian on the sofa, both of them infront of the fire place

Nesta saw you first and a feline smile came across her face, though were was something in her eyes that was different, she was definitely tipsy

Then Cassian followed Nesta’s view

“BABY, come sit down”

He patted the place next to him as Nesta passed you a glass of rosé

Time passed and soon enough you were all as buzzed as each other, positions had changed too,

You have no idea how you had gotten on the floor, you leaned against Cassian, you had an arm around your shoulder, whilst leaving kisses on the back of your neck

Nesta laying on her side, was tracing random shapes on your legs, as your feet lay in her lap, you were all leaning against the sofa as the fire light up each other’s faces

Nesta then moved forward putting your legs over her side as she pushed her face towards you, head leaning against head and your noses brushes against each other’s,

You laughed lightly

“How did we even end up on the floor”

They both let out a chuckle before Cassian answered in a deep, tried voice

“Mor’s cheap-ass rosé”

There was that laughter again,

Cassian then reached over you to grab the Bottle, accidentally spilling his half filled glass over Nesta’s burgundy dress, he froze in his place and Nesta playfully glared at him

He gave her a peck on the lips as a sorry

She hummed “your lucky your my mate”

You didn’t know what it was, the alcohol? Your mates? But a giggle left your system and they both looked at you, in embarrassing blood rushed to your cheeks, painting your grinning face in a deep scarlet

After that you all regained your positions, no one spoke, you just enjoyed each other’s company,

You also took note of the library being decorated with carnations and roses the same the colour as your lipstick

It was perfect.

Crowds made you anxious and at first you were nervous this would create a wall between you and your mates but no

Instead they did this, perfect this

With your nose against Nesta’s neck and Cassian leaving kisses around your shoulder you eventually dozed off to a peaceful dream.

Awaking the next morning in your red silk sheets, Cassian spooning you from behind and Nesta holding you close, it took a second for your eyes to adjust to the morning sun and the first thing you saw was yourself in the mirror opposite the bed

That was put there for totally PG purposes

You looked a slight mess but you noticed the marks on your shoulder and collar bone left by Cassian had grown a dark Merlot Red, almost Maroon

[manicmanuscription]

Hello to all you beautiful people.

I am currently working on part 2 to unapologetically selfish!! So keep an eye out 👀

Plus I will also be participating in poly SJM week when that rolls around so if you guys have any specific characters you want to see let me know cause I’ll be starting on that soon. All the pairings will most likely be x reader or OC because i don’t know how to enjoy fandom properly. LOL

Thank you all so much who have supported and loved on my account and works! I appreciate you all so much I genuinely did not think anyone would like my writing so I get surprised everytime I log on. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

[chunkypossum]

Do you have plans to participate in any fandom events upcoming besides Eris Week?

Fandom weeks are so much fun and I love being a part of them!

It takes me a long time to prep and plan while juggling other things that take up some of my free time. Between that and real life responsibilities I am making Eris week my priority right now because well… it’s ERIS!!!

I had a lot of fun stuff planned that I am praying to the gods I can get done in time and that’s enough to fill up my fandom schedule.

Some that I am SO SO SO DAMN EXCITED to see that I am selfishly bummed I won’t have time to throw something together for are:

- @nerisweek (if I can’t have Azris I want Neris) and

- @acotar-omegaverse-week (I desperately need more Azris mpreg….. acotar mpreg in general)

So I truly hope they are both a SMASHING SUCCESS so they come back next year and I can do something for them. (Plz plz plz plz)

With that said if a miracle happens and my Eris week stuff gets done I will be trying my best to bust out SOMETHING for these two specifically.

Along with those two, in 2025 I will be hoping to participate in @polyacotarweek @azrisweek @erisweekofficial and hopefully even @sjmvillainweek (dear Beron, have I got some ideas for you)

Are there any others I should be looking at?

[mushroomsmusing]

It's been a while since I posted my intro, but I have two parts of my first fic up on ao3! It's an Azris x OC fic. Please pay attention to tags and tws on each part!

But otherwise, enjoy!!

P.S. If anyone wants a sneak peek of other fics I'm thinking of writing, lmk 🤭

[mybestfriendmademe]

Hilarious

GOLD STAR FOR YOU

Acotar Crack Headcanons

In which Reader introduces gold star stickers in the bedroom. Reader x everybody. Poly type deal. And it is most definitely a competition. There are sticker charts. Gold prize - for the male with the most stickers? A week alone with reader. No interruptions. No sharing.

(This crack list is brought you especially by the shared brain rot with @chairofchaos . Please enjoy our devolution into smut headcanons that tonight has brought us.)

Azriel:

Confused at first

When he realizes he’d be SO into the competition element

So competitive

“How many does this get me” as he’s just pounding

“And this?”

It devolves because you stop being able to give him stickers

“What about this, baby? What if you can’t walk tomorrow? How many stickers do I get then?”

You can’t do a damn thing about it as the sticker sheets fall from your hand

But when you’re done

The two of you curled up together

You take the whole sheet and start giving him stickers, one by one

He’s smirking as you line them up in rows along his chest and arms

Then you finally put one on his nose, grinning as you recall the feeling of his head between your legs

“It was that good, huh? Maybe we’d better try to one up ourselves. See how many stickers I earn from you then.”

Helion:

Catches on quickly

He goes out that day to buy his own sticker sheets

Likes to give them to you too

Gives himself gold stars for how often he can make you moan

“Yep… that’s another one FOR ME”

Gives zero fucks about the overall competition

He just likes being in competition with himself

Puts the stickers on his nipples like pasties with a shit eating grin

Eris:

You reach back to place a sticker on his thigh

He stills immediately

When you explain it, he’s so hurt about being interrupted

“What the fuck? What is this childish game?”

“Do not place your shiny sticker on me, woman.”

“I am doing sexy things here – leave me be”

He peels it off his thigh, sticks it on the small of your back and keeps going

He still kisses the star when he’s done

“So the stickers are a no?”

He’d sigh and kiss your forehead

“Just tell me first next time. I don’t like surprises.”

Cassian:

Has monkey brain - is super into it

“STICKERS? SAY LESS”

Adds his own prizes to the mix

Is competitive but really just cares about making you feel GOOD

The stickers and prizes are just a bonus.

Walks around shirtless just to show off his stickers

“These are my rewards! Don't you like them?”

He has a sticker chart on the back of the bathroom door where he collects his stickers at the end of each day.

Eventually he just starts sticking them to random things around the house - mirrors, his daggers, the kitchen cabinets.

Lucien:

You give him a sticker on the forehead during oral

his little mechanical eye like gleams at you as he SMIRKS

he’s like 'hmm what's this?"

He takes one off the sheet and does his little smirk and the star just GLOWS

he sticks it on you down there

because he LOVES TO EAT

gives a little predatory grin as he crawls over you to move to the next thing

Tamlin:

Gets distracted by you placing the sticker on his shoulder

Pauses mid thrust

“No no dont stop”

“What… what is that?”

“It’s a sticker. You’re doing a good job. Keep going”

“... what?”

He’s so confused

He doesn’t keep moving

You take the sticker back - “You stopped moving. You stop. You lose the sticker.”

He does NOT like the stickers

“Please put them away.”

He’s very butthurt over losing his only sticker

Immediately flaccid

Rhys:

Isn’t a part of the competition

That male is interested in Feyre and Feyre ONLY

Hears about the competition from Azriel

Immediately goes to Feyre

“We need to buy gold star stickers.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, Darling. Gold. Stickers.”

Your next visit to the river house becomes an adventure of finding all the places where the two of them left stickers while Rhys grins and Feyre rolls her eyes with a laugh

Your favorite find is under the tablecloth, where it’s next to a golden paint smear

“We recreated our mating night for the anniversary,” Rhys whispers to Cassian conspiratorially

He’s intentionally loud enough for all of you to hear

He doesn’t really understand the rules 

He just likes the idea of putting the stickers everywhere him and Feyre fucked so he can show off.