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Dorian, Manon & Abraxos - TOG 🩶 Artist: andieburky

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Manon x Dorian - Artist: @madschofield ♥️

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hey pookles. i am in desperate need of fenrys x reader smut if you would be so kind. (oc if not have a wonderful day and happy new year)

little cheater

summary: you 'cheat' at cards, fenrys is slightly amused.

warnings: unprotected p in v

a/n: I would be happy to provide! thank you for the request, happy new year to you, here's a little something.

Fenrys danced the line of wicked playfulness perfectly, and you were his more-than-willing victim.

You laid down your hand, certain that this time, you'd won. There was no way you hadn't, the cards had lined up perfectly for you. He threw his cards down, glanced at yours, back at his, brows rising.

You couldn't fight the small satisfied smirk crossing your face. It was about damned time. At least you didn't break out into a song and dance, you weren't that miserable of a winner, not that you won very much against him.

���You've been paying attention,” he said, leaning forward to press his lips against your cheek. Leaning into the touch, you sighed at the chuckle leaving his lips. “But I think your little break gave you an advantage, didn't it love? One could almost call it cheating.”

You scowled, both of you hated cheaters and he knew that. Still, what you’d done had been dancing the line…

You knew that expression, it meant he was about to make a game breaking move, and you did the only thing that made sense. Tugging the top of your blouse down, you rolled one of your nipples between your fingers. Fenrys’s eyes widened, cards forgotten. He leaned forward, and just when his mouth was inches from you, you pressed two fingers to his forehead. “Your turn.” 

“It's not my fault you're easily distracted.”

“Only by you,” he said, gripping your hips and yanking you closer. “Now do I get to fuck you on this couch or are we going to our bed?”

“It's a new couch,” you said absentmindedly, tugging your fingers through his hair. He rose, dragging you with him.

“Couches can be cleaned,” he tugged your blouse off, throwing it to the side. The rest of your clothes and his quickly followed suit.

You stepped around him, heading towards the bedroom. “We really should…”

Words cut off as he lightly gripped your shoulder, twisting you back towards the couch, pushing on the small of your back, you smiled into a pillow as he pulled your hips into the air, bracing one knee on the cushion and lining up behind you.

The smile disappeared as he pushed in, slowly stretching you, teeth dug into your bottom lip as he filled you, so fucking good. Every inch of him was perfect. 

“Gods, Fenrys,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” There was a smirk in his voice as you twisted your head, a sniping remark on the tip of your tongue.

It was cut off when he slammed into you again, this time his hand reaching around to flick back and forth over your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, hands scrambling for purchase.

“That's not my name,” he teased you, pinching your clit.

“Bastard,” you gasped. His hand landed lightly on your ass, but still hard enough to make a sound.

“Not that either,” he took his hand away from your clit, ignoring your whine, gripping your shoulders, as he started fucking you faster. “But I bet I can make you come with just my cock, can't I love?”

All you could produce was a mix between a moan and a whine, his hands on your shoulders the only thing keeping you from slamming into the couch as you bounced off him, his hips hitting yours.

”My beautiful girl,” he mused, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "My little cheater."

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Hi, I haven't talked to you in ages- seems like a year (I know I'm such a comedian) Anyway lol but puns aside how are youuu I hope you have a year year 💗💗💗

-weird 🧠 anon

helloooo!!! you're a comedian, I laughed at it. I love a little joke. I'm doing pretty well I think. there's been a few changes in my life recently but I'm adjusting to them and they're definitely for the better. how's life going for you??? I hope everything's well, tell meeeeee (if you want to no pressure). I hope you had a good new year and holiday season if you celebrate and if you don't I hope it was good still!

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Hello ACOTAR fanfic writer!  This fanbase appreciates your creativity and passion for these characters and ships, and you did such an amazing job with writing this year!  The year is coming to an end, and I wanna ask: 

What is your new year’s resolution for writing?  

What are some of your tips for fanfic writing?

What was your favorite thing you’ve written this year?

Feel free to send this to your favorite fellow writers to spread the love and new year’s cheer🎉🪩

You are so kind <3 I appreciate you!!

My new years resolution for writing is to write more consistently, and try not to put myself into any boxes.

I can't think of too many tips, but one could be to find what puts you into the space to write, whether it be music, a certain location, a particular candle or incense, etc, and let that help you, if that makes sense.

Something that also helped me was changing up the platforms I write on, whether its campfire, notion, google docs, or sometimes my notes app.

And last one sometimes if I get stuck I just change the font or font size on my screen and that seems to help!

My favorite thing I've written this year ... was either against the contract (poly!feysandriel x reader) or track 32 (lorcan x fenrys x reader) OR the last chapter of have your little girlfriend because that series was my baby

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WE HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!

In the effort to be more inclusive of writers and readers, poly+ ACOTAR week is rebranding to poly+ SJM week! This means that content from all three series by SJM including all crossover and multiverse theories are welcome! Always wanted to write that Bryce/Azriel/Hunt fic? Or the death bringers: Nesta/Lorcan/Hunt? Now is your chance! The opportunities are endless as we welcome you to...

A few clarifications under the cut.

What else changes?

Nothing else about the event changes! This change is intended to increases the number of characters and worlds people can utilize to create for this event.

What about the prompts?

The prompts WILL NOT CHANGE. The 2025 prompts are still the 2025 prompts, and will be reposted under the rebrand. So if you've already started planning, do not fret!

What if I haven't read the other books? What if I only want to write for one series?

You do not need to have read all the books to participate, and you do not need to create multiverse content! If you planned for all ACOTAR content, stick with that! If you only want to write within series, go right ahead! This change is meant to open opportunities, not close doors.

We can't wait to see what you come up with this spring!

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Prompt List & Guidelines

We hope everyone is feeling renewed and refreshed from their holiday celebrations! Here is the prompt list for our very first SJM x Reader Week!

We welcome you to interpret these prompts however you like. Moodboards, fan art, fanfic, playlists, we welcome all creations so long as human creativity went into it. We will not reblog any work using AI. We want to see what your beautiful minds come up with!

Please tag @sjmxreaderweek in your post and use the sjmxreaderweek and sjmxreaderweek2025 tags. We want to be able to reblog your creations, and this will help us find you!

Of course, if you have any questions please feel free to send them our way! Prompt descriptions are below:

Day One: Beginnings/Endings

This is the prompt of firsts and lasts, a chance for joy and heartbreak in equal measure. Tell us how your ship began or show us their final day together. Let us see them starting a new tradition or celebrating one for the last time.

Day Two: Friends/Family

How did they introduce their new significant other to their friends or family? Did they begin as friends? Were they introduced by family? How do the people they love the most factor into their lives?

Day Three: Fate/Choice

We can't fight fate, or can we? Does destiny trump the love you choose for yourself? Or do you defy the gods and choose your own path? Is having a fated mate as sweet as everyone makes it sound?

Day Four: Villain/Hero

Every hero is a villain in someone else's story. And, to some, a villain may be the hero they've been longing for. Is there blood on the hands that held you so sweetly? Did it come from great sacrifice, or was it sweet revenge?

Day Five: Heirs/Lords & Ladies

If SJM loves anything, it's a royal romance. Is your great love heir to a court or kingdom? How does their role or title affect their relationship? Is the head that wears the crown heavy, or does their birthright give them purpose? Does court intrigue play a part in their great romance?

Day Six: Adventure/Home

Come on, it's our chance to head out on an incredible adventure! Do we go find a tulip field in a foreign land for a lovely picnic? Is there danger afoot, do we need to save the world? Or do we stay inside, curled up with a good book and the one we love most? Sometimes the best adventures can be found in the comfort of your own home.

Day Seven: Free Day

Do you have an idea that won't fall under the previous prompts, now matter how loosely you interpret them? Now is your chance to tell us the story you've been wanting to tell! Got a weird AU you've been dying to share? Give it to us now! Write that crossover fic of your dreams. Anything goes!

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Aelin x Rowan - Artist: @madschofield ❤️‍🔥

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@secret-third-thing it’s true

Incredible, but true: @secret-third-thing deserves to have a good day today.

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meow meow meow :3

MEOW MEOW MEOW!!!

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Cass Drabble for @cassianappreciationweek

This one is a gift for you @c-e-d-dreamer 🥰😂

“Cassian, tell me you're kidding,” Nesta demanded, standing with her hands on her hips in their luxurious, shared bathroom in the House of Wind.

Cassian, wide-eyed and staring and covered in suds, grinned with all his teeth. He was going for a look of charming innocence. “What, babe?”

“Oh, you know what,” she spit out, pointing her elegant finger at him and taking a step forward towards the shower. “Don't play dumb with me.”

“Nes, I would never.” He felt a little exposed in their current situation. It wasn't like it was anything his mate hadn't seen before, but the last few people Nesta had pointed at with that sort of accusation in her voice hadn't fared particularly well.

“Oh, no. You aren't going to charm your way out of this one.”

He wiped a hand over his face, clearing the lather and letting the bubbles drip down his massive body and into the shower drain, the suds making his eyes burn.

“House? Douse him, please.”

“No, Nes, wait! It's always freez–” He didn't finish the sentence before a cascade of frigid water dumped over his head, washing all the remaining lather from him. Nesta stepped forward, nearly stepping into the shower with him while he backed into the still-flowing warmth, gasping.

“You lied to me!”

“I did not lie to you, Nes!”

“You're using dish soap on your hair. You have curls, Cassian. They need moisture,” Nesta yelled. “You told me that you had an 11-step hair care routine!”

Azriel’s voice rang out while he passed by their open bedroom door. “It's about eleven steps to the kitchen from your room, technically.”

A passive rage crawled over Nesta’s face as she understood. “UNbelievable.” She turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

“It's fresh linen scent!” He hollered after her. "I love you!"

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Someone You Love

“  I can’t quite tell what I’m seeing at first. The small bursts of color against an otherwise dark background are seemingly random until I get a closer look and find a myriad of stars drifting amidst the shadows. Some are brighter than others, but each seems to have its own unique appearance. There’s a female figure in the middle, rising out of the darkness, her body lit from below in a beautiful shade of the palest gold. She’s reaching for a lovely silvery blue star, easily the brightest one in the portrait, but I don’t miss the violet star shining near the hand that’s still submerged behind her, its own glow a pale lavender playing across her skin…

  …My eyes trace the figure once more, following the lines of her curves, and it hits me then that this portrait is of me. A moment taken from Rhys’s memory of our night in Helion’s glowing tub. I don’t think I’ve ever been so beautiful as the way she’s painted me, but memory is often kinder when you’re thinking of someone you…someone you love.”

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This is my interpretation of one (technically two, counting the previous chapter the quote references) of my favorite scenes from Chasing Starlight written by the very talented author @whisperingmidnights 💕💕💕 (linked below)

Chasing Starlight is my favorite ACOTAR fanfiction. I remember thinking it felt like an extension to the books because of how beautifully it’s written and how vibrant the story became in my mind while reading it. That is the main reason I love the ACOTAR series, the world that was so easily built in my imagination and the need to bring every scene to life (if I had all the time in the world to do so). And that is why I fell in love with her writing long before I decided to reach out to her to tell her how much I admire her work.

I’ve been lucky to know August more and more every day for the better part of this year and she has, surprisingly, stuck around to get to know every single part of me as well. It’s an amazing friendship that has grown into something I am unbelievably grateful for.

🧚🏻‍♀️💕🕊️

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hiii can you grant my christmas wish??

I WISH FOR DARK POLY WITH ANYONE

- weird 🧠 anon 💗💗

dangerous hands

poly!feysand x reader

summary: Feyre and Rhys debate how to get through to you. 

warnings: dark poly!feysand, light smut, shoving

word count: 1006

a/n: yes I can! merry christmas to you!

Rhys ran his finger down your shoulder, you tightened under his touch. The corners of his mouth turned down, that was unusual. Usually his touch had the opposite effect on you.

He flattened his palm on your shoulder, the tense cord of your muscle beneath his fingers. Fingertips dug into your skin as he leaned down, his mouth mere inches from your ear. “Is everything alright, love?”

“Fine,” you replied, a moment too quick.

His hand moved, trailing across your chest to grip you, just firm enough for you to know he had control, that in a moment he could snap your neck and end your existence. He'd never do it, he loves you too dearly to let you die, even if that was your one true desire. Besides, your death would destroy Feyre, and he could never do that to her.

He tilted your head back enough for their eyes to meet. “I don't like liars.”

You swallowed, her throat bobbing under his grip. “I'm not lying.” Rhys released you abruptly, shoving her a few paces away. You stumbled, barely catching yourself on the table, fingers white knuckled around wood, breaths heavy, head bowed.

Rhys loved you, but right now he had other things to worry about. “We'll talk later,” he said, and watched as you fled the room. Probably off to tell Feyre, and in turn get him in trouble with his mate. Sometimes, his brothers and cousins words about you would pop into his mind, but he never questioned if they were right. He always knew they had to be wrong.

You were one of the loves of his life, after all. A burgeoning artist Feyre had discovered in the rainbow quarter and taken under her wing, and eventually into their household.

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They promised they wouldn’t go into your mind again, not after last time

“But I know she’s lying to me. She’ll be asleep, she won’t know,” Rhys insisted, running a hand through his hair.

“That makes it worse. I don’t want to lose her either,” Feyre glanced at their closed bedroom door, “but that’s a sure way to make it happen.”

She had a different look on how to handle situations like this with you. Rhys would try to push his way through, attempt a hundred different ways of getting through to you, but Feyre had learned patience worked best, that you'd come to them when you were ready. After all, you'd already learned there was no getting away from them.

But if the time came where she had to draw a line between invading your subconscious and losing you? Feyre already knew which side she stood on. The three of you were made, destined, to be together, no matter what it took. No matter what lines might need to be crossed, but there was a balance and she was doing her best to strike it.

“Let's go to bed,” Feyre murmured to Rhys, leaning up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He turned and their mouths caught each other, meeting in a sweet night's dream. He backed her against the wall, hands around her waist. One leg parted hers, her head arching back as he pressed against her core.

Just before a gasp could escape her lips, his hand pressed over her mouth, his lips grazing her ear. “Can you make yourself come like this, Feyre darling?”

She nodded rapidly.

Minutes later, the door opened and they slipped inside. You were laid near the edge of the bed, one arm hanging off. Normally they'd roll you to the middle, but Feyre glanced at Rhys, the evidence that he hadn't been completely satisfied, and slipped into the middle of the bed.

Neither noticed when you slipped out in the middle of the night. Neither noticed when a lone figured crossed past the wards surrounding their home. Neither noticed as you tasted freedom, bittersweet on your tongue.

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They could forgive any sin of yours, but this one was stretching it. You couldn't save yourself, you were vulnerable, in danger, and despite his attempt to move the moon and stars to get you back to them, Rhys couldn't find you.

He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the end of the now constantly disheveled strands.

Feyre was pensive, Nyx wouldn't stop crying, and Rhys? Rhys couldn't fix his mind.

They'd entertained the thought that you were taken for approximately five seconds, you'd been biting at the leash, so to say, for far too long for that to be reasonable, but they hadn't stricken it entirely. Did you stage your own kidnapping somehow?

Sleep. Rhys needed to sleep, his thoughts kept circling over and over to dangerous places.

He should've slipped into your mind, ignored Feyre's concerns, ignored everything raging against his instincts.

One week without you, and they were falling apart at the seams. Not even that, the entire world felt like it was exploding. He was back in the war, Feyre in spring with limited contact, but this time? He couldn't reach you, no matter how hard he tried. Had you been afraid they'd read your mind and find impenetrable barriers?

Had someone gifted you something to block them out? Did something like that exist?

This line of thinking was getting him absolutely nowhere, but every mental road he led down always brought him back to more…

“Fucking questions,” Rhys slammed his hand down on his desk. “I need a damned answer,” he whispered, a broken plea.

“I might have something for you,” Azriel appeared in the doorway. He wasn't surprised he'd managed to sneak up on him like that. It wasn't too terribly hard to do in his current state, at least for a shadowsinger.

Still, he lifted his head to meet unreadable hazel eyes as the male crossed the short distance between them, letting a folded piece of paper flop down on the table.

He unfolded it, and for the first time in a week, Rhys grinned. The type of grin that promised retribution.

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Yes! Have the y/n hit them with the devastating, "But I love me more than you." and watch Roweiln lose their minds.

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Will there be a part three for “like the stories”? 🙈

I may have forgotten I wrote that, but now I'm going to reread it and give a strong maybe on that! thank you for reminding me <3

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Elorcanxwitch!reader!!!! What's that one about?

I only have a few sentences for it, but it was a request! (I'm so sorry). The request included d/s teaching moments, and possibly some possessive jealous sex. What I have I wrote over a year ago I think, but I'll include it here for fun. I think I want to come back to this

from wip folder game

Patience wasn’t exactly her best skill. 

“You’re the most impatient immortal I’ve ever met.” She fought the urge to snarl at them, instead narrowing her eyes slightly. “None of that,” Elide chastised, tapping her cheek, mirth in her eyes. She absolutely loves teasing her. Making her wait. Patience is something she frequently says she needs to learn.