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Poly+ ACOTAR Week - Day 4 Adventure (Lucien/Vassa/Jurian) @polyacotarweek

I just think after everything life's thrown at him lately, Lucien deserves to be a part of a happy thriving polycule.

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Mission Accomplished

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 - Day 4 (Adventure)

Cazriel x Healer Reader

Summary: Despite the Inner Circle’s best efforts, the throuple continues to fight their affection for each other. To help things along, Rhys sends the group on a fake mission (unbeknownst to them). Of course - everything goes horribly wrong.

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Wordcount: 1.4K

Warnings: angst; violence; injury; animal attack.

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Reader

Weeks had passed since the incident with the love potion, and you’d given up on trying to figure out where it came from.

Despite the night of passion, your relationship with Cassian and Azriel remained mostly unchanged, albeit slightly more awkward. You were grateful to still be able to call them your friends - joking around with Cassian and your quiet chats with Azriel were your favourite parts of the day. 

You felt torn. You loved both males equally and didn’t want to come between their longstanding friendship. You didn’t want to have to choose between them. 

Their visits to your clinic had gotten less frequent, but Cassian insisted you needed some basic training. 

“Let me at least teach you some self-defence,” Cassian pouts at you for about the fiftieth time. 

You sigh, but smile as you roll your eyes. “Okay fine, it can’t hurt. But I’m no warrior, and I have no desire to be.” 

“I know, the only thing you’ve slain is my heart,” Cassian jests. “But,” he says, taking on a more serious tone, “I don’t expect you to fight in battle, I want you to be able to defend yourself if Azriel or I’m not around.”

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Rhysand 

Mor waltzes into the office and throws herself on the plush couch. “Gods… They are even dumber than we thought,” she exclaims. “I really thought the potion would get things moving.”

Rhys runs his hand through his hair. “I know,” he agrees. “I’m sending them on a training exercise. Hopefully some time away will help them figure things out.”

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Reader

You’re on your first-ever mission for the Night Court, camped deep in the forest of the Illyrian Steppes. 

You’d been informed that there were some Illyrian camps causing trouble in the area. You weren’t sure how your skills would help, but you were on standby in case anyone got injured. 

After a long day of hiking and scouting with little results, you’re setting up camp for the night. You stand over the small campfire, boiling water to sanitise your equipment. 

The loud crack of a branch breaking sounds behind you, followed by a low growl. 

You turn around slowly and find yourself face-to-face with a giant wolf. It’s enormous, towering over you. And those teeth… The sharp canines are exposed as it snarls at you. Your veins chill with fear and a sharp scream rips from your throat. 

You cautiously take a step back from the wolf, narrowly avoiding the fire. You don’t dare break eye contact. You try to stand tall, holding the only thing within reach - a ladle - brandishing it like a sword, like Azriel and Cassian taught you. 

You send a silent prayer to the Mother that one of your friends can save you before you become dinner.

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Cassian 

Cassian sprints from the other side of the clearing at the sound of your screams, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees you wielding a ladle against the angry beast. The terror in your eyes strikes something deep within him, stoking the golden embers to life inside his chest.

His soul erupts in fury, and the deep need to protect. 

A battle cry sounds from Cassian’s lips as he charges towards the wolf with his knife out.

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Azriel 

Azriel hears your scream before his shadows alert him of trouble. 

Adrenaline courses through his veins. The only thought in his mind is of saving you.  

He winnows straight to you. Right in front of the wolf. Within a second of his shadows dispersing, Azriel feels something sharp in his left side. 

He looks down and sees a hunting knife sticking out of his side, and a wide-eyed Cassian stepping back in shock.

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Reader

You feel completely helpless as you watch the scene unfold in front of you. 

One minute, Cassian was hurling his knife towards the creature. The next, Azriel had winnowed right in the path of the blade. 

The wolf turns to look at the two Illyrians, who freeze under its yellow gaze. It huffs out a breath before turning on its heel and prowling back into the forest. 

Azriel shakes his head, hand going straight to the blade protruding from his side, “I can’t believe you stabbed me.”

“You practically winnowed into my knife,” Cassian exclaims. 

“Why didn’t you go for your sword? That knife would’ve bounced right off its hide,” Azriel bristles, irritation growing under his skin. 

You leap right into action, stepping in as the tension between the males starts to rise. “Looks like you did need me here after all,” you say, trying to diffuse the situation. “Azriel, sit on that log. I’ll just gather what I need.” 

Cassian stands back with his arms folded across his chest as you work on removing the blade and patching up the wound. 

“It’s not too deep, look it’s already clotting. It might just be a bit sore tonight, but you’re going to be fine.” You attempt to give Azriel your best reassuring smile. 

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The rest of the night was strained. Both males were very quiet, only speaking in one-word responses. The silence was stifling, with the only sounds coming from the crackling fire and the scraping of cutlery on plates.

Unable to handle the creeping tension any longer, you retire to your tent early, leaving the males to work out whatever issues they have.

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Cassian 

Azriel could hardly look at Cassian, and Cassian couldn’t bear it. 

His brother was staring into the dwindling fire, as he sharpened his blades. The sharp singing of stone on metal cut through the air between them. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened,” Cassian admits. “I was overcome by this need to protect. I was blinded by fear. I had to protect Y/N.” 

Azriel finally looks up from his work, his expression unreadable before returning to sharpening his daggers.

Cassian runs his hand through his hair. He figured Azriel deserved the truth. “Y/N is my mate. The bond snapped when I saw her standing there, holding that damned ladle like it would’ve done anything.” 

Azriel freezes, a mixture of confusion and shock in his eyes. “That’s not possible,” he says softly. 

“It’s the truth, I felt it.” 

“No… The mating bond snapped for me not long after I brought her to the Night Court,” Azriel states.

“How? We can’t both be her mates, can we?”

Azriels gaze is captured by something behind Cassian. Cassian turns to see what his brother is looking at and sees Y/N standing there.

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Reader

You couldn’t sleep. 

You tossed and turned, replaying the earlier incident over and over in your head. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts by hushed voices outside your tent. The mention of your name grabs your attention, and you still your movements to glean what the males are discussing. 

“Y/N is my mate,” says an exasperated Cassian. 

Your entire world slows on its axis. 

All thoughts eddy from your mind except one - your mate. 

You quietly exit your tent, walking towards the males around the fire, when Azriel’s words stop you in your tracks. 

“The mating bond snapped for me not long after I brought her to the night court.”

Both of them. 

Both males whom you loved with all your heart were your mates. 

Was this the Cauldron’s idea of a cruel joke? 

You walk towards them, your mates, and the glimmering bond between you starts to appear. You can see the two strands coming from your heart, connecting your soul to each of the males before you. 

As if they can feel your presence, they both look up at you. 

“Y/N” Cassian murmurs, your name a prayer against his lips. 

You touch your heart as you feel the deep longing flow down the twin bonds. 

“Both of you?” you whisper.

“It’s rare, but I’ve read about similar occurrences,” Azriel admits, rising to his feet.

“But, how am I supposed to choose?” You say. Tears well in your eyes and your lip quivers at the thought of rejecting either male. 

Cassian and Azriel exchange glances and a small nod. 

“Who said anything about choosing?” Azriel asks.

“I know it’s a lot, you don’t have to decide anything here and now,” Cassian chimes in, reaching for your hand. “We’d be honoured to share you, if you’ll have us both.” Azriel steps forward, taking your other hand in his. “It won’t always be easy, but I’m willing to try for you. Truthfully, there’s no one else I’d rather be bound with,” Azriel finishes, meeting Cassian’s eye. 

The tears that threatened to spill pool over the edge of your lashes. You nod earnestly as you send all your love down the bonds to your mates. 

You pull them into a tight embrace, your bodies fitting together perfectly, like the final piece to a puzzle, the answer to a question you’d been asking your entire life. 

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Sharing Is Caring: A Neapolitan Bond’s Fic

Day four of @polyacotarweek : Adventure

Summary: Azriel has a surprise for you after the ball in Hewn City. That Surprise is Rhys and Feyre.

Master Post| Poly Week Master Post| A03 Link

Rating: E| Word Count: 4339| Pairings: Azriel/Eris/Reader, Feyre/Rhysand, Azriel/Rhysand, Feyre/Reader

Warnings: Rope Bunny!Reader, all sorts of various sex, bdsm undertones, consensual partner switching, Azriel and Reader POVs

A/N: I don’t elaborate fully but I do mention there are established rules amongst the three of them. Kink plays into this but it’s unspoken understanding that they can and will stop or refuse something at any time. The part where Az explains rules laid out is more about Eris being the dominant in that moment than it is about their poly bond. Feyre and Rhys are a “surprise” but it’s been discussed off scene that yes, being with them is on the table for all three participants.

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You shivered when Az slipped two fingers between your bare skin and where the rope rested on your back. He was checking to make sure Eris didn’t wrap it too tight. He gave a hum of approval and withdrew them. 

“How do you feel?” He leaned in by your right ear. “How is your breathing?”

“I'm good. I can breathe fine.” 

You inhaled sharply on instinct. The ropes wrapped all around your chest and waist were comfortable. Restrictive and snug, but not as tight as you’ve had them before. Decorative knots trying them in place pressed along your spine. You couldn’t see them but they felt nice. Az kissed your cheek. 

“Good. Now slip on your dress and let’s see how it looks.” 

You turned, and walked to the bed. You’d laid out dress before Eris came in. Your cheeks heated as you picked it up, your hands visible through the thin fabric. The room instantly filled with the scent of both your mates as you pulled on the dress. You turned to face them- eyeing Eris specifically. 

Azriel had picked out this dress for your visit to the Night Court. Eris would not be attending- just you and Azriel as representatives of the Autumn Court. Which was why Azriel had Eris practice his harness, so you’d feel him even if he wasn’t there. Though there was arousal in the air, you felt the annoyance from Eris through his bond before he shut it down. 

“It’s not that bad, is it?” You bit your lip and walked over to the mirror. 

The dress itself was beautiful. Gray with an iridescent sheen, cut in faux modesty. The swooping neckline wasn’t low enough to show off your breasts. But the fabric was thin and it didn’t stop the red rope from shining through- or the color of your areolas. The fabric was less see-through around your hips thankfully. But two high slits in the skirt left little to the imagination. The sleeves were long and when you turned, the knots of the rope could be seen like flowers along your back. 

Eris cleared his throat. “I don’t know if I can’t let you leave like that.”

“Hold on,” you replied. 

Skirts billowed between your legs as you walked to the bathing room. You knew his issue was your breasts. Territoral brat, you thought with a giggle. There was a trick you picked up in Dawn- they loved their flowy fabrics but that came at a cost of thickness. You just had to remember where you put them. You dug around in your drawers and found it- two cloth discs close to the color of your skin and a bottle. You took them to the sink and laid them out. As you shook the bottle and Eris and Azriel came into the bathing chamber. 

“What in the cauldron is that?” Eris asked. 

“Samira gave me these.” You replied simply. 

“That doesn’t tell us what it is, baby,” Az chuckled. 

You ignored him and pulled at the neckline, careful to not stretch it too much. You took the one you just outlined with the sticky paste and gently placed it on your breast. Once you were satisfied, you first looked in the mirror and it wasn’t visible outside the dress. You turned to your mates. 

“Better?” You asked. 

“Yes,” Eris grumbled. 

He still frowned, looking between your covered breast and uncovered one. Azriel was grumpy as well but for a different reason. You knew he was put out by the fact your your breasts weren’t visible any longer. He loved showing you off, unlike Eris. You liked it too but felt this was a good compromise. Last thing you all needed was Eris storming the Court of Nightmares to kidnap you because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and your exposed skin. 

You put the other one on and adjusted the dress when you were done. The rope was still visible and beautiful under the dress but only the shape of your breasts were visible now. You went and put the bottle back and once again turned to your mates. 

“Can we go now?” You asked innocently. 

Az was already dressed, black leather trousers and a deep gray formal shirt cut to fit around his wings to go with the dress. You did your hair and makeup before Eris put the ropes on you and it was getting dark. Az might be a fan of ‘fashionably late’ but you weren’t. 

“Yes,” Eris looked between the two of you. “And I better not get another note from Rhys saying someone caught you in the corridors again.” 

You and Az both rolled your eyes at the same time. You were just kissing- but someone blew it out of proportion. Probably because Az had his hand up your dress on your thigh. You blinked realizing right then that’s why Azriel bought this dress with high slits. You tugged his bond and he tugged back sending a smug confirmation. Ass. You sighed and walked up to Eris to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. 

“I’ll behave Daddy.” Fire flashed in his eyes as you ducked away, knowingly teasing him. 

“I make no promises,” Az added, he too giving Eris a quick kiss. “Is what we talked about still on the table?” 

“Yes,” Eris cut his eyes to you. “But only if you want it.”

You didn’t know what it was. Azriel told you he might have a surprise after the ball. If it was something Eris agreed to then it fell under the established rules between the three of you. Though you were certain that surprise was actually a someone or someones. 

“Of course,” you replied, waving him off. 

As if your mates ever forced you to do something you didn’t want.

“We will be back tomorrow,” Az took your arm. He smirked at Eris. “If we don’t return by noon I’m sure you know how to storm Hewn City.” 

“Don’t tempt me. Enjoy your little adventure,” he said sarcastically. 

You clung tightly to Az as his shadows enveloped you, shadow walking you into Hewn City. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The party went as well as you could expect. Azriel put on a cold persona, guarding you very closely in the beginning until you were near the High Lord and High Lady. He relaxed a little after. Mostly due to Cassian riling him up. The teasing between them did not escape you, not when it was more than what they did during visits to Valeris. 

You stayed near Nesta and Feyre, Nesta dragging you out to the dance floor more than once to make Cassian and Azriel pay attention to you both. By the time it was past midnight, you were firm in belief of what surprise Azriel had in store for you. 

You both headed to suite Eris normally used on Hewn City. The room even smelled like him when Az shut the door behind you. You were making your way to the bathing when Az pulled you by the ropes under your dress so you were back against his chest. He kissed your neck while shadows circled you both. 

“Are you up for playing?” He whispered in that deep tone that made your eyes roll back. 

“Maybe.” You hummed as he kissed your neck again and his hand came up to cup your breast. “Just us or will we have a guest?”

“You know me so well,” Az nipped at your ear. 

“Who is it?” 

“Rhys and Feyre.” He felt you tense and immediately added. “We don’t have to baby, it’s just a suggestion.”

You moved out of his hold to face him. “It’s not that. I just- I thought it would be Cassian.” Your face heated at the confession. 

Az’s gaze went dark and he grinned at you. “Do you want to play with Cassian?” 

“Maybe, but it was just how he talked to you tonight, I thought-” Heat creeped up to your ears. You didn’t know why it was embarrassing. “Well I- liked it.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time. I’ll tell Rhys you said no-“

“I didn’t say no.” He cut his eyes to yours and you saw his wings flare out a little. “I just said I thought it was going to be Cassian and Nesta. I’ll play with Rhys and Feyre.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes sir.” 

His cedar scent sweetened and he dropped his eyes to your chest. “Take those fucking nipple covers off first, then we will go.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Az shadow walked you to the open hall of moonstone palace. The chill air made your nipples harden under the fabric now that your covers were removed. He took your hand and led you down the hall. 

“Eris said you can have Feyre any way you like but Rhys can only use his fingers on you.” He whispered into your ear. “But if you want, he suggested you sit on his face and humble him.” 

“And you?” Your body was already flushing at the idea.

“I can have Rhys if I want to. If I do anything with Feyre, it’s up to you.” 

“Do you think I’ll get jealous?” Your giggle echoed along with your footsteps. 

“I would be offended if you didn’t.” He kissed your cheek. 

Azriel finally stopped at a door. He didn’t knock- you assumed he alerted them with his mind as there was no shock from the occupants when you stepped inside. Across one side of the room was a large bed. Big enough for Illyrian wings and others comfortably. Right across from the bed were two chairs who housed the current room occupants. Az dropped his hand to your lower back, guiding you towards them. 

Rhysand and Feyre watched the two of you, their gazes made it look like they knew something you didn’t. Your nerves spiked; you put up your mental shields like Eris taught you just to put yourself at ease. Az stopped in front of them. Feyre’s gaze raked over you. Rhys was the one who broke the silence. 

“Did you enjoy the party?” 

“We did,” Az replied. “But I think we’re going to have much more fun here.” Az, ever the flirt. 

“We have rules.” You said it quickly, your nervousness coming out. “Did Az explain them? Before?”

“Yes, baby,” he chuckled, answering for Rhys. He always found your nervousness cute. “You don’t have to worry about Rhys. He knows what he can and cannot do with you.” 

“I won’t get you in trouble,” Rhys winked at you. For some reason that made you blush. 

Feyre stood, her white gown glistening in the fae lights. It was a beautiful dress; a halter top with a high slit. It was even more beautiful in contrast to her tattoos. But you always thought Feyre was beautiful. The air between you was charged even though she stood a few steps away from you. 

“Can I see? The ropes?” Feyre’s eyes widened with what appeared to be excitement. “I have never seen that before.”

You looked to Az and he nodded, removing his arm from you. You slipped the dress down off your arms and shoulders, letting the fabric gather at your hips. Feyre’s mouth fell open as she looked you over. 

“It’s so pretty,” she breathed, walking around you. You preened under her attention. “Did you do this,” she asked Az from behind you. 

“Eris did.” 

“Can I touch you?” Feyre stopped in front of you and bit her lip. 

“You may.”

She reached out and touched the rope that wrapped around and lifted your right breast. You inhaled sharply, trying to not gasp. Her finger tips skimmed across the rope, ghosting along your skin. She looked up at you again and you didn’t have to see her pupils were blown out. You could smell her. 

“Can I touch you,” she asked again, damn near breathless. You knew what she meant. 

“Please.”

You swore you heard your mate chuckle. Her hand went to your breast and you whined. She stepped closer and ran her thumb along your nipple. You didn’t ask permission when you leaned in and kissed her. Gods you hadn’t kissed another female in so long. You both sighed and your arms went around her neck. Her lips were softer than both your mates and she tasted sweeter too when you slipped your tongue in. 

While your hands undid the clasp on the back of her neck that connected her dress, Feyre pushed at the fabric gathered at your hips. She hummed against your lips when her fingers met bare skin instead of underwear. Shoes were kicked off and the clasps on Feyre’s dress let the straps fall off her, her heavy breasts freed. You pulled away to look at her, your hand running down over her chest to cup said breast. 

“Beautiful,” you muttered. 

You glanced up at her and circled your thumb on her nipple. That was all it took for her to push off her dress and push you onto the bed. 

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Az was mesmerized watching you kiss and undress Feyre. He didn’t even tell you to stop and ask for permission- you looked too happy. That and his shadows hissed at him to leave you be. He fell back in the chair behind him and just watched, his cock stirring in his pants as the smell of you hit him hard. 

Azriel. 

Rhys. 

He didn’t bother to look at him, still watching you and Feyre climb onto the bed together. His hand absentmindedly rubbing his now hardened cock through his trousers. Then his view was obscured. His focus shifted to look up at Rhys. 

I didn’t ask for you to come here just for you to ignore me all night. He smirked. 

Then get on my lap. 

Rhys stared at him, thinking. Or at least pretending to. Az knew Rhys well enough that even after centuries he still had to act like he wasn’t eager. Azriel’s wings flared out as Rhys moved and straddled his thighs. Az reached and grabbed his ass, pulling him close. Rhys finally leaned in and pressed his lips to Azriel’s. There was a content sigh that left him when Rhys slipped his tongue into his mouth. Az didn’t know if he wanted to curse or praise Rhysand’s silk trousers. They were making him slide against Az’s leather pants while in his lap and each time Azriel pulled him forward, Rhy’s hardness would bump against his own. 

Gods I missed you. Rhys moaned into his mouth. 

Az missed him too. He loves Eris and you; but he still missed being with Rhys and even Cassian. Only fleetingly; you and Eris satisfied his heart and soul. That didn’t mean he was immune to reminiscing about the times before. He was surprised Eris let him do this when he asked. 

Az groaned and bit Rhys’s lip. 

“Fuck,” Rhys pulled back gasping. Az looked up concerned. 

Your mate just gave mine one hell of an orgasm. Rhys started to laugh softly. 

Already? 

I may have been edging Feyre all night. Rhys grinned smugly. 

Azriel’s shadows started to work on their clothes, undoing his and Rhysand’s pants. Az was grateful- he felt your pleasure building through the bond. One look around Rhys and he saw you with Feyre crawling over your body.  

Looks like Feyre is about to return the favor. Az chuckled. 

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The moment you were on the bed, you made Feyre lay up at the top. You gave her just a moment before you lavished kisses on her body, leading yourself down to settle between her legs. Feyre tasted as good as she smelled. You immediately lapped up her wetness, your tongue finding her clit and your fingers slipping into her with ease. 

That’s good. Feyre spoke it into your mind but moaned loudly. Oh that’s really good. 

It was weird being able to talk to Feyre without using your voice but nice at the same time. You felt around for a moment inside her and Feyre bucked against your face. 

Found it.

You grinned and sucked on her clit. It did not take long- Feyre squirmed on the bed, pulled at your hair and a few minutes later she gasped and was pulsing hard around your fingers as you worked her through it. She was catching her breath when you pulled out your fingers, sticking them in your mouth to lick them clean. 

Rhys edged me before you got here. Her pretty face flushed. 

Those do make for the best orgasms. Az edged me so much one time that I came just from Eris touching me. 

You looked her over as you pulled your fingers out of your mouth. You realized she had a faint glow to her. 

“You glow.” 

“Only when it’s good.” She smirked. 

“Glad to know I made it good.” You smirked back.

You moved back over her, intending to just kiss for a moment. However, Feyre was in your mind and looking up at you while biting her lip.

Can I, you know, go down on you?

You don’t have to. 

Feyre ignored your reply. She flipped you over onto the bed so she was over you now. 

I want to. Tell me what to do.  

So you did. You laid back and let her kiss down your body, taking her time and touching the rope still on you. When she finally settled between your legs, you told her to just do what she liked done on herself. You still had to guide her a little. She moved her tongue differently than Az and Eris, a welcomed change that had you rubbing yourself against her face. 

Careful you said when she pushed her fingers into you. You have longer nails. 

Right, sorry.  Feyre made sure to be gentle.  

“Good girl,” you whispered when the pads of her fingers found that spot inside you. 

She moaned against you and you pushed your hands into her hair. Looking up you could see Rhys sitting in Azriel’s lap. Shadows were flurrying around them. You focused on the bond. You could feel Az’s joy in taking care of Rhys. You pushed your pleasure through and grinned when you felt him tug back with a warning. You weren’t pushing your luck, not tonight. You went back to focusing on Feyre and mummering your praise as she brought you over the edge. 

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With the help of his shadows, he had Rhys’s shirt open and his pants undone. While Az let his own shirt slide off onto the floor behind the chair, he kept his trousers laced. Az wanted to focus on Rhys first. Rhys was insatiable as ever, his kisses getting rougher while shadows played with his chest and nipples. Az forced him back long enough to spit on his hand and start stroking Rhys’s cock. 

Rhys groaned and went back to kissing him. Azriel’s strokes were slow, almost lazy. He loved working his partners up and this was no different. He felt you through the bond, like a questioning pulse. Az sent down his feelings and let you know he was enjoying himself. You sent back pleasure that shot down his spine and made his hips buck. 

Your mate? Rhys grinned against his lips. 

She’s being a brat. Az replied playfully. 

Azriel tugged the bond once: a warning if you didn’t back off, you’d be in trouble. You seemed to take the hint and your side of the bond backed off. Az went back to stroking and kissing Rhys. It didn’t take much longer for the High Lord to reach the edge. Az pulled back. He stroked him faster and leaned in to bite at his neck. Rhys roared a curse and a rumble went through the mountain as he came all over Az’s hand and between their chests. 

“What the fuck was that?” Your voice carried loudly. 

Az busted out laughing, still stroking Rhys who for once looked embarrassed. 

“If it’s good, he makes the mountains shake,” Az could hear Feyre giggling as she said it. 

“Not funny,” Rhy shoved at Azriel’s hand but didn’t move off him. He buried his face against Az’s neck. Something he hadn’t done since they were youths. 

“Poor Illyrian baby,” Feyre called out. 

“Every time?” You asked. He could see you looked shocked. “This is a High Lord thing, isn’t it? Eris makes the fireplace damn near explode sometimes.” 

Rhys pulled back, brows raised at Az. “Does he?”

Az laughed. “He’s getting better at controlling it. Something you could learn to do.” He looked around to you again. “I’m going to tell him you spilled his secret.” 

“It’s not a secret when the whole damn Forest House knows. They’re just too polite to say it to his face.” You grumbled just loud enough for him and Rhys to hear. 

Azriel tugged the bond twice and you tugged back once. A promise to behave. He turned his attention back to Rhys. 

“You made a mess. I think you should clean it up.” 

“You’re just trying to get me to suck your cock,” Rhys leaned in and kissed him hard. “You’re lucky that it works on me.” 

“I am good at getting High Lords on their knees.” 

Az laughed when Rhys shot him a look, slipping off his lap and tucking himself back into his pants. 

You could just fuck me. Rhys sank to his knees. Or did Eris say no?

He was afraid Rhys would ask. He didn’t have it in him to explain his feelings about it. He just sighed aloud and mentally replied. 

I say no. It’s nothing personal.

Understood. 

Rhys didn’t push it. He used his magic to clear away the mess and then focused on undoing Azriel’s trousers. Az sat back and watched Rhys take him out of his trousers and immediately take him into his mouth. Az slumped in his chair, the tension he’d been feeling all night seeping out of him. Rhys remembered just how he liked it too, tongue swirling around the head of his cock each time he pulled back. 

Az didn’t draw it out. He grabbed Rhys by his hair and forced him to take him down his throat. Rhys choked and Az came, spilling down his throat. He let go and watched Rhys pull back and gasp for air. Which was probably the hottest thing he’d seen all night. Az went to tuck himself back into his trousers but you tugged on the bond. 

“Az,” you called out from the bed. You and Feyre were grinning at him and Rhys. “Would you be up to playing with Feyre?”

Az looked at Rhys. 

Rhys gave him a lazy smile. Don’t look at me like that. I want to watch.

Of course you do. Az chuckled.

Instead of redoing his pants, he shoved them off. Rhys did the same and they both joined you and Feyre on the bed. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After bidding them good night,  Az shadow walked you both to the room. Mostly because you didn’t want to put your dress and shoes back on. Az was similarly nude, clothes in hand. You wanted to wipe down and go to bed; the sooner morning came, the sooner you could get the ropes off. You loved them but sometimes the feeling was overstimulating. You didn’t dare ask Az to take them off you if only because it would put out Eris. The smell hit you first. The room smelled like Eris earlier but it was stronger now. Your whole body relaxed when you spotted him in the chair by the fireplace.

”Miss us so much you had to storm the city before dawn?” Az asked. 

Eris cut his eyes up from the book in his lap, looking between the two of you. 

“I take it you had fun,” he slipped a paper into the book and closed it. 

“Yes.” You dropped your clothes and went up to him. He set the book aside and let you climb into his lap. “Thank you.” You kissed him hard. 

“You don’t have to thank me, love,” he whispered when you pulled back. “It was Azriel’s idea.”

You could hear Azriel in the background moving around the room but you remained where you were. You needed to tell him. The guilt was on your face, you knew it. 

“I told them about the fireplace.” Eris blinked at you. “I’m sorry, Rhys made the whole fuckin mountain shake and I- I was a little worked up from… Feyre. It just came out.”

Eris bursted out with laughter. “Gods, the whole mountain?” 

“Are you mad?”

”No,” Eris tried to stifle his laughter but failed. “By the mother, he’s been a High Lord for centuries and he still cannot control himself?”

You blinked, a little confused. Az spoke up from the other side of the room. 

“To be fair, he didn’t start that until he met Feyre.” He said. “I think he showed off once and forgot how to turn it off.”

There was silence for a beat before Eris looked you over. “You look tired, love.” He stroked the bare skin of your thighs with his thumbs. “You also reek of Night Court.” 

“Sleep first.” You laid your head against his shoulder, slumping into his grasp. “Can you take the ropes off?” 

“Of course.” 

He used his magic and the ropes vanished. You closed your eyes and sighed, relieved now that nothing was pressing against your skin. He must have used his magic to clean you or glamour on you one; the smells from Rhys and Feyre on you were stifled. You felt another pair of hands on you. Azriel pulled you out of Eris’s lap. You grumbled in protest. 

“I’m just putting you to bed, grumpy,” Az chuckled. He carried you and placed you on the bed, pulling the blanket up.

You wanted to protest. You had so much to tell Eris but sleep was pulling you into its grasp quickly. You’d tell Eris about your adventures in the morning you decided; as long as Az didn’t do it first. 

[littlest-w01f]

Taverns

For @polyacotarweek

Poly Acotar Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 4: Adventure

Summary: Eris and Rhysand find out that Rosalie hasn't had quite the sex life. They plan to change that.

Cw: Blindfolds, MxFxM, Oral M receiving, Fingering, Spanking, Smut 18+ MDNI

The music was loud as the three lovers were in a private room of their own in a traven they frequented. Rosalie was on her knees, a pillow between her knees and the hardwood floor for comfort. Her breathing was shallow as she felt two pairs of hands on her, her mates. She nuzzled in the hand at her cheek, knowing from the softness it was Eris.

Eris had done the courtesy of telling Rhysand that she had quite a reserved life while growing up, not permitted most things, and Rhysand, ever the kind mate had the idea of showing Rosalie some wild sides of their worlds.

Hence here she was, blindfolded with a black cloth, hands obediently on her lap, the music from outside, soft teasing touches from her mates all over her body causing goosebumps all over her skin, making the hair on the back of her neck rise up.

"Are you sure about this, little fox?" Rhysand asked, undoing her updo to make her hair fall over her shoulders.

Rosalie nodded wordlessly when Eris stroked her chin with his hand, "Words, my fox."

"Yes," Rosalie breathed and Eris took the chance to place his thumb on her tongue, smiling and watching her instantly wrap her lips around him to suck.

As the music played, it seemed to envelop Rosalie in its sensual embrace, causing her heart to race and her breath to hitch as they continued their exploration of her body. The sound of their voices whispering sweet nothings against her ear, combined with the soft caress of hands, only served to heighten her arousal further. Her body quivered between them, every nerve ending alive and aware of the pleasure being bestowed upon her.

She was drenched in the wetness of desire, her red lace soaked through, the fabric sticking to her skin like a second layer of skin. The scent of her arousal filled the air around them, an aroma that was both intoxicating and enticing.

"My my, aren't you excited." Eris taunted, watching her squirm for friction while on her knees.

"Do you rember the safe word we decided?" Rhysand's hands were on her corset, unlacing and clipping it off, throwing it somewhere uncaring.

"'Red'" Rosalie responded, something easy enough for her to remember for her first, as she did, Rhysand cupped her breasts in his hands, gently kneading and rolling her nipples between his fingers while also giving them a playful pinch.

"Good girl," The Night male simply responded, biting down on her shoulder.

With the blindfold taking away her ability to see, everything felt electric, making her gasp and moan softly, Rhysand was behind her, chest to back as he played with her body, Eris stood tall in front of her, using his shoe to nudge at her closed knees, "Spread."

She spread her legs as Eris removed the pillow from under her, "Think you can keep up or does one of us has to chain you?"

Rosalie shuddered as Rhysand bit at her sensitive ears, whispering, "I'd be glad too,"

"I think I'll be ok," Rosalie confirmed, burning in anticipation.

"Good," Eris smirked, watching her balance on her toes with her legs spread wide for him, his eyes on the damp patch of lace that covered her.

Rhysand, noting his stare was quick to rip the fabric of their mate, making her gasp at the air softly, leaving her exposed and vulnerable between the two males. With a soft chuckle, Rhysand pulled away from her ear, moving down her body to her thighs. He took one leg in each hand and spread her legs further apart, revealing her wet slit to Eris. He couldn't help but give it a gentle smack, the impact sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body.

"Did you like that?" Rhysand gave her another gentle spank to her wet folds, making her quiver lightly, Eris watched her with a grin, the way Rosalie twitched in efforts to not move as Rhysand wrapped an arm around her waist, caging her arms in.

"Yes, yes..." Rosalie gasped out as Rhysand groaned in satisfaction as he slipped two fingers inside her tight, wet cunt. He used his thumb to rub against her clit, causing her to writhe against him. The sensations were intense and added to the overall pleasure she felt. Her mate continued to fuck her with his fingers, his movements becoming faster and more frantic as he worked her up into a fever pitch of need and desire.

Both their pants grew tighter with hearing her moans as Eris burned away their clothes, amber eyes black with lust, a matching look in Rhysand's eyes.

Eris approached her, fully hard cock in hand as he stroked it, his hard cock throbbing in his hand as he guided it towards her lips, "Open up for me, my little slut." He gave her a small push, encouraging her to open her mouth wide enough to take his entire length. As she did so, he thrust his cock into her mouth, burying it deep within her throat.

Rosalie gagged lightly at the sudden full thrust of his cock in her mouth as Rhysand held her still, hand still buried in her cunt, playing with her and stretching her.

Rhysand groaned in approval, Eris' cock slapping against her tongue as he continued to work her cunt with his fingers. Eris continued to fuck her face, his cock filling her mouth and throat as he pumped in and out of her. He could feel the resistance of her throat, the tightness of her grip around his cock, and he loved every moment of it.

"Fuck, Rosa, you look so hot." Eris panted, finding his rhythm with his thrusts as Rosalie licked and sucked his cock while he moved.

Rhysand kissed her neck and shoulders, marking her skin as she did, watching Eris' cock go in and out of her mouth, "Such a good girl you are, Ro, so good." He kissed over her cheek where the imprint of Eris' cock formed when he pushed in.

"I love how you suck my cock like this." Eris' pace quickened as he grew increasingly harder and more desperate. He could barely stand the feeling of her hot, wet mouth around his cock, and he needed release badly.

Rhysand's hand worked to stimulate her as she tried her best to rut against his hand, he smirked feeling her tense up on him, "Are you close?" When she sends down a wave of affirmation down their bond Rhysand pulls his hand away, chuckling to himself. Moved his now-drenched hand to his lips while making eye contact with Eris and took his fingers in his mouth, sucking her arousal clean.

Rosalie whines in disappointment and that causes Eris's hips to stutter more while watching Rhysand, his final string breaking and he let out a loud groan as he came, spurting his seed into her mouth. His cum shot out in a torrent, splattering against her tongue and the insides of her mouth. The taste was salty and bitter, as she drank him whole, sucking for more, scenting him on herself, he just wanted to feel her warmth and wetness around his cock. He kept fucking her face until he was spent, emptying his balls into her mouth before finally pulling out, his cock covered in spit and cum.

Rhysand let go of Rosalie and she wobbled lightly on her toes, caught on nothing and all she could hear were the sounds of sucking. Rhysand had taken Eris's cock in hand, licking and sucking over his lover's length to clean him on his cum and her saliva, with a small kiss to his head he pulled away.

Eris was breathing heavily as he knelt in front of Rosalie, "Oh you poor thing," He tutted, "Did Rhys really not let you cum?"

Rosalie nodded, earning a pull on her hair from Rhysand, "Come now, I was just playing," He smirked, landing another spank on her sensitive cunt.

Rosalie twitched at the impact, gasping softly when she felt fingers on her cunt again, warmer, Eris', push in, "Oh, Er..." She sighed in slight relief.

Rhysand pinched and rolled her clit between his fingers as Eris had his buried deep in her warmth, rubbing against her inner walls, she moaned and whimpered between them as they picked up the pace with their hands, the sounds of kissing right by her ear making her tremble.

Eris' tongue thrust into Rhysand's mouth, tasting the remnants of himself as they both brought their mate over the edge. Eventually, after several minutes of stimulation, Rosalie cried out in bliss, her body trembling with pleasure as she came. Her face contorted in ecstasy, and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure as she climaxed, pressed between her two males.

With a final peck, Rhysand pulled away from the kiss, turning his attention to the female who had fallen limp on Eris, her breathing rough, "Fuck, so pretty," He groaned, stroking her clit through her orgasm, having her trembling as Eris held his fingers still in her, kiss the crown of her head, using his teeth to pull away the blindfold on her eye.

Rosalie blinked a few times to adjust to the light in the room, smiling when her eyes met Eris', "Hi..." She offered softly and Eris smiled, pecking her lips, greeting her back.

"Yeah, yeah, very sweet." Rhysand spoke from behind her, putting pressure on her lower back to make her arch and present her quivering cunt to him, "I'm going to take you now." He kissed over her shoulder, leaning over her completely, landing a hand fast on her ass.

With her slight nod of approval from being buried in Eris' neck, Rhysand plunged into her wet cunt fully, he couldn't help but feel the warmth of her body enveloping his cock, the sensation driving him wild with desire. He started to fuck her with fervour, his cock slamming against her walls with each powerful stroke.

Rosalie squirmed in Eris' arms, holding her for Rhysand to take mercilessly. He simply chased his own high, using her like a cock sleeve.

"Oh god, your cunt feels amazing," He groaned, his voice full of lust and need. He continued to pound into her, his cock seemingly never tiring or slowing down. Each time he hit her sweet spot, he felt a sharp, electric shock course through his body, through her pleasure that he felt down the bond, making him all the more determined to keep going. "Does my cock feel good, little Fox?"

"Yes... Yes... YES." Rosalie cried, trying to push back on him, Eris groaned softly watching them, biting on her neck to mark his spots too, Rhysand laughed, his cock still buried deep in her cunt as he too began to pound into her. He was eager to claim her as his own, and his cock slapped against her inner walls with each brutal thrust. The sound of skin colliding with skin filled the air, punctuating the rhythm of his fucking as he continued to drive into her.

Eris reached his hand between them to stroke her clit, murmuring praises on how well she took Rhysand, wanting to bring her over another high.

After what seemed like an eternity of fucking, Rhysand finally reached his climax with a growl, his cock pulsing with the force of his release as he came inside her. Empting into her cunt, his cum mixing with her juices as he pounded into her. Rosaile's body shook with the intensity of his orgasm, her own following his, her cunt contracting around his cock, holding him in.

Rhysand fell on her, taking both Rosalie and Eris with him, the two males gave gentle kisses to soothe her, Rhysand pulling out gently, watching his cum leak from her ruined cunt.

"That's a good girl." Eris cooed softly, stroking her hair, "You took us so well."

Rhysand pulled them both up, laughing as Rosalie wobbled on her knees, grabbing her instantly, "I've got you love," He smiled, holding her close, "I've got you."

Rosalie smiled sleepily, "Can we go home and cuddle?"

"After we clean you, yes." Eris pushed her hair out of her face, followed by a gentle kiss to her forehead.

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

{Eris taglist- @fxckmiup @amygdtjhddzvb @slut4acotar}

[acourtofladydeath]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 4: Adventure

Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel feel their baby kick for the first time and feel all the emotions about their next big adventure.

Here is more Nessriel fluff for day 5 of @polyacotarweek because there CAN NEVER BE ENOUGH. I'm obsessed with these three. Read a snipped below, or find the full work on AO3 here!

Mornings at the House of Wind had taken on a quiet new routine since Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel had realized she was pregnant. Instead of rising to train with the sun, Nesta slept as much as she could. It didn't come easy for her, and she’d spent more time than she cared to admit to her mates in the bathroom instead of the bed. They knew of course, but agreed to give her space when she asked. Even if they hovered outside the door waiting to make sure she was okay.  As Nesta slept in, Cassian and Azriel would wake early to get in a quick training session before they prepared her breakfast. On this day, Cassian and Azriel had just finished training and were getting started in the kitchen. Azriel had set the kettle on to boil and was preparing some fresh fruit while Cassian set about cooking some sausage and bacon.  All of a sudden both males felt a sharp bolt of fear down the bond they shared with Nesta. They sprinted from the kitchen leaving the kettle on and the stove burning. Thankfully, the House of Wind quickly turned the heating elements off in their stead.  When they reached their bedroom they found Nesta kneeling on the bed, cradling the small bump she’d grown over the past few months. She stared down at the bump, eyes wide with shock. Anxiety rolled off her in heavy waves that filled their large room. The uneasy feeling was so pervasive it moved through the space like a physical thing, and even the fresh breeze from the window they kept open at all times could not dissipate. 

Finish reading on AO3 here!

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[polyacotarweek]

Day 4 Masterlist: Adventure

Fanfic

"Rhys's death scene but if Rhys lost his powers, Part 4" by @lorcandidlucienwill (Feytamsand)

"Embers In The Wind, Ch 4: Sky Above, Fire Below" by @chunkypossum (Nerissian)

"Our Greatest Adventure" by @acourtofladydeath (Nessriel)

"this is me trying, Ch 4-6" by @witch-and-her-witcher (Nessriel)

"Adventure" by @littlestw01f (OC X Rhysand X Eris)

"Sharing Is Caring: A Neopolitan Bond's Fic" by @nocasdatsgay (Reader X Azris, Reader x Feyre)

"Mission Accomplished" by @tsunami-of-tears (Reader X Cazriel)

"Home to Me" by @readychilledwine (Reader X Elucien)

"Relax and Unwind" by @danikamariewrites (Reader X Nessian)

Fanart & Miscellaneous

"The Band of Exiles" by @copypastus (Lucien X Vassa X Jurian)

"Kings & Queens & Vagabonds" playlist by @fieldofdaisiies (BOE, Lucien X Vassa X Jurian)

"taking a vacation with feysand and/or nessian" drabbles/headcanons by @throneofsapphics (Reader X Feysand, Reader X Nessian)

If your creation is missing or you see an issue with the masterlist, please reach out to the blog so we can rectify it!

[danikamariewrites]

Relax and Unwind

Nessian x reader

A/n: @polyacotarweek day 4! We’re halfway through besties. Enjoy reader and Nessian off on their first vacation together.

Warnings: slight angst and comfort

You have checked all the bags four times now along with the beach bag and the very detailed itinerary you wrote out. Going away always makes you nervous. You just want to make sure everyone has a good time. Especially since this is Cassian’s first time back in Summer after the…incident.

He and Nesta didn’t seem too worried about it. Then again, Cassian never seemed worried about these things. You were the only one on edge.

Everything just had to be perfect. Dumping out the contents of the beach bag on the bed you start to sort through everything for the hundredth time. “Sun cream, hats, glasses,” you murmur to yourself as you gently place the items back in the bag. “Wait,” you pause looking around wildly. Your and Nesta’s matching cover-ups were missing. They weren’t in your personal bags. You’d know, you checked.

You began to panic as you searched the bed and bag once more. Where were the damn cover-ups? Consumed with your search you didn’t hear Nesta come into the bedroom. She gently grasps your shoulders, turning you to face her. Nesta gave you a soft, concerned look.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths you say, “I was going through the bags again and I couldn’t find our cover-ups. They were in the beach bag and I swear I didn’t move them.” Nesta shushed you softly as she rubbed up and down your arms. “I moved them. I’m sorry I thought you wouldn’t mind, I put them in the smaller duffle.” You breathed out a small oh and relaxed in her touch.

After giving her a half hug you went back to repacking the beach bag. Nesta gave you a sad look, projecting her worry and sadness about you to Cassian. He reached back through the bond urging Nes to talk to you until he got home. She sits on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in both of her slender ones, lightly squeezing. “We’ve noticed you’ve been a little on edge, lovely. Talk to me,” Nesta softly pleads.

Still holding her hands in yours you flop on to the bed. Letting out a deep sigh you let all your pent up thoughts and feelings out. “I’m just nervous about vacation. I just want everyone to have a good time and I want everything to go well. It’s our first time going away together romantically and I know the whole thing with Cass,” Nesta laid down facing you, resting a finger to your lips. “Y/n, everything is going to be fine. Cassian is fine. We are going to have a great time.” You smile at her, “Promise?”

“Promise,” Cassian’s voice has you and Nesta sitting up in time to avoid his large body landing on the bed. He settles against the pillows, pulling you and Nesta to his chest placing a kiss on each of your heads. “We are going to have the best time. Relaxing in the sand, soaking up the sun and playing in the waves.” Cassian made the sound of crashing waves earning a giggle from you two. Maybe Cassian’s go with the flow attitude will rub off on you.