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azrielsdove · 4 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy: Lucien x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+

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He had no claim to you, no reason to be so jealous as he watched you with the Shadowsinger. The way you threw your head back in laughter, holding onto his arm. The way he looked at you, like you were the brightest star in the universe. Which, to be fair, you were. Lucien couldn’t deny it.

He wanted you. He’d been obsessing over you for a century now, since the first time you visited the Spring Court. Rhysand had sent you, his emissary, to meet with Lucien. He took one look at you and knew it was over for him.

And now he was mated to someone else. Told by the cauldron that Elain was the one made for him, the one he was made for. Lucien felt that had to be wrong. How could it be true, when he still only had eyes for you? He tried with Elain, he was kind, cordial. It didn’t help that she wanted nothing to do with him.

He watched as Azriel pulled you onto his lap, his fingers trailing up and down your thigh. He watched as you whispered something in his ear, ending it with a kiss to his skin. His hand tightened on his glass, the whiskey burning wonderfully as he sipped it. He felt the fire under his skin, knowing he was ready to burst into flames. It should be his lap you were sitting on, his fingers running up your exposed leg.

Lucien was aware that he was staring, that it was obvious to anyone who looked at him what was wrong. He was past the point of caring. He had wanted you for so long, so long, and was now forced to watch you choose another.

Of course, he had his chance with you many moons ago. Before Amarantha, before the war, before Elain. Her name ran around his head like a curse. He took another drink, becoming lost in his memories.

“Lucien!” You gasped, splashing the water back at him. On your latest visit to the Spring Court he had decided to take you to the pool of starlight. He knew you would appreciate its beauty, especially being from the Night Court. Your eyes had lit up in a most delightful way, Lucien’s heart beating fast at the sight. You wasted no time stripping down to your underclothes, dipping into the stars.

Lucien followed quickly after, pulling his shirt and trousers off. He laughed as you watched the liquid drip through your fingers, a joy he’d never seen shining on your face. If he wasn’t in love with you before, he certainly was now.

He swam up behind you, splashing the water onto you. He melted at your laughter when you turned, splashing back at him. He couldn’t help himself, swimming closer to you. His arms hesitantly wrapped around your waist, his fingers tingling at the feel of you under them.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nose brushing your cheek. You sucked in a sharp breath, a quiet “Yes,” coming in response. His hands had cautiously traveled up and down your skin, pulling you ever closer. Your hands had trailed down his chest, memorizing the feel of him.

Lucien couldn’t stop himself when he pressed a kiss to your neck, arms tensing at your answering moan. He had waited so long for this, so long to touch you. He pulled back enough to look into your eyes, wanting to see you. You looked back with flushed cheeks, mouth slightly parted. “Lu,” you said, gaze flicking down to his lips, “Are you going to kiss me?”

He was. He cupped the back of your neck, angling your head up to his. He leaned down, lips millimeters from yours when a sharp laugh pulled the two of you out of the moment. Lucien looked towards the sound, ready to murder whoever it was.

Tamlin.

“Is this what you do, emissary’s? Use your positions to whore about?” You pulled away from Lucien as though he had burned you, your face pale. He was going to kill Tam, and the look he shot him conveyed that. Lucien swam to the edge, pulling himself out of the pool to stand in front of his High Lord.

“What bother is it to you, Tamlin?” He asked, voice cold. He watched as his friend rolled his eyes, looking back over to you.

“How can you trust that she’s not just using you to find private information? You know how the Night Court is, she’s probably Rhysands own fuck piece sent here to seduce you.” Tamlins words struck Lucien exactly how he intended, anger coursing through him.

“We haven’t spoken about you or this Court. Not everything revolves around you.” Lucien shot back, fists clenching.

Tamlin laughed. “It does when your job is to report about my court to her. I want her gone, and I don’t want her coming back.” He turned to address you. “Tell your High Lord to send someone else next time.”

Then he was gone.

Lucien spun back to face you, apology all over his face. You were already out of the pool, hastily pulling your clothes on. “I should go.” you said, refusing to look at him. Lucien called your name, but you had already winnowed away. He was left standing there by the edge of the pool, feeling the way you slipped through his fingers.

The memory burned in his mind, fresh anger coming to the surface. His gaze flitted back to you and the Shadowsinger, feeling painfully hot as you leaned down to kiss him. He watched his hand thread up into your hair, the other grip onto your thigh. He heard the breathy moans you were giving him, so similar to that day in the pool of starlight.

Lucien couldn’t take this anymore. He stood abruptly, not caring to speak to anyone. He turned and left the room, heading to the kitchen to find something stronger to drink.

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READER POV

You reached your tipping point when you watched Elain spend another holiday ignoring her mate. You had wanted Lucien since the first time you met him, knowing he was the most handsome male you would ever see. Unfortunately you were there to do a job, not jump his bones.

You enjoyed the way the two of you created a friendship overtime, toeing the line between friends and more. That day in the starlight pool you thought all your dreams were coming true, you finally were going to taste him.

Until Tamlin had ruined everything.

You left before Lucien could say anything, mortified beyond belief. Rhys started sending Azriel after that, since you were basically banned from the Spring Court. Lucien came to the Hewn City from time to time, and you always made sure to be there. Not that the two of you ever got a chance to talk, but it was nice to just see he was okay.

You remembered the pain in your heart at seeing the fresh scar on his face when he came to warn Rhys about Amarantha. You could still feel the anger the coursed through you, the rage that made you want to go Under the Mountain and kill her yourself.

It was shortly after that Rhysand was trapped down there with her. The 49 years after were some of the worst you and your friends had ever experienced. You knew you were lucky, stuck protecting Velaris. Though it didn’t dull the ache in your heart, the worry for Rhys and Lucien. You knew Amarantha wanted Tamlin, and that he had declined her. You had already seen what she did to Lucien once, not wanting to know what else she was willing to do.

You wanted to ask Rhys about him when he came back, but it wasn’t the right time. It never was. You kept your concerns for the Autumn Court son hidden, too much going on to voice them. When you found out he and Tamlin had cursed Feyre and her sisters, you felt like you were being split in two.

No, you had thought, locked away in your room. Lucien would never do that. You were crushed when Rhys showed you his memories of the night, showed you Lucien standing next to Tamlin. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces when he fell to his knees, gasping that Elain was his mate. You cried yourself to sleep that night, and many nights after.

Now it had been some years since those events, and Elain still acted like Lucien was dirt on the ground. You could tell she desired Azriel, your closest friend. This hatched your plan for the coming Solstice.

You had approached Azriel some days before the party, giving him your idea. You were thrilled when he instantly agreed, eyes flickering with the same wicked excitement as yours. If Lucien and Elain wouldn’t admit their feelings for the two of you, you would simply make them so jealous they had to.

That’s what lead you here, sliding yourself on Azriels lap. You loved your friend, but you had never seen him in this way. That’s what made this plan so good, so perfect. You knew you could fuck Azriel and still be in love with Lucien. Not that this would go that far, you didn’t think.

You allowed Azriels fingers to trail up and down your thigh, not hiding the warmth inside you at his touch. You leaned down to whisper in his ear; “Do you see the way he’s looking at us?”, kissing the spot when you were done. Azriel smiled up to you, knowing Elain was looking much the same.

You began to kiss up and down his neck, his hand gripping the top of your thigh. You couldn’t deny that his little groans filled you with heat, but you so desperately wished they were Lucien’s. You made your way up to his lips, allowing his hand to come up into your hair and deepen the kiss. You couldn’t help the initial moan that escaped as his tongue skillfully massaged yours, it having been so long since you were touched like this. Azriel raked his nails across your thigh, a silent Do that again. You allowed more moans to fall from you, realizing it must be driving Lucien insane.

You stopped when you heard the unmistakable sound of someone storming out of the room. You pulled from Azriel, pleased when you saw Lucien was missing. “Mission success, it seems.” You murmured to him, glancing over to an extremely uncomfortable Elain. “You better go help your girl.” You teased, sliding off his lap. He caught your hand, pressing a ‘thank you’ to your knuckles. You smiled, turning to chase after an undoubtedly heated Lucien.

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You found him in the kitchen, shooting back whatever hard liquor he had found. “Something wrong, Lucien?”, you asked coyly. He whipped around to look at you, shock on his face. You moved closer to him, gaze heavy. “Jealous, perhaps?”, you said, placing a hand on his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your fingers.

“What are you doing?” He asked gruffly, setting the shot glass down behind him. “You know I can’t be with you, Elain-“.

You cut him off. “Enough with her. Has she even looked at you in the last year?” You couldn’t help the upset tone of your voice. “You need someone who wants you.” You dropped your hand to his belt, pulling his hips flush to yours. “Someone who has always wanted you.”

You watch the internal battle he is having, ever too good of a man. You know he doesn’t want to betray Elain, but is it truly betraying her if she acts like he doesn’t exist? You had waited for him for so many years, cared for him. You would give him a happy life, a life full of love and light. What does Elain have to offer?

Your other hand comes up to trace his arms, traveling up to his neck. You stand on your toes, pressing a barely there kiss to his skin. “Lu,” you cooed, kissing his neck again. “You are too beautiful to be lonely any longer.” You bit down at the end of the words, tongue soothing the mark.

That caused him to lose the war in his mind.

He grabbed your waist, spinning you around to set you on the counter behind him. He knocked your knees apart, stepping between your legs as his hands dropped to pull you tight against him. The heat in your belly tightened when you felt his hard length against you.

“I have waited too long to do this.” He muttered before finally pressing his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to him immediately, years of desire pouring out of you. He brought a hand up to cup your face, taking his time as he kissed you. You tangled one hand in those perfect red strands, wrapping them around your fingers. This felt right, you felt whole.

Lucien increased the heat of the kiss, the hand on your thigh rubbing circles on the skin. You needed him, needed him like you needed air to live. You ground your hips against his, relishing in the soft groan he released. “Do that again,” he spoke against your lips, “and I will fuck you right here, where anyone can see.”

You moaned at his words, not wasting a second as you pushed your hips against him again. The hand on your face moved to your throat, pressing hard enough to cut off oxygen. Lightning shot through you at the heat of it all, at the dominant look in his eyes. “You asked for it.” He growled, the hand on your thigh sliding under your skirt and tracing you over the delicate underwear you had one. You arched into his touch, a soft moan falling from you.

Lucien grinned, pushing his fingers under the lace covering you. He slid them through the wetness pooled there, the evidence of your desire. “Dirty girl,” he purred, dipping his fingertips inside of you. “How many times have you dreamt of me touching you like this?” You whined at his touch and his words, trying to push your hips down onto his fingers. He pulled away at that, tutting at you. “Oh, pretty girl. I have waited decades to have my hands on you. Let me play.”

You snapped at the pure seduction coming from his mouth, fisting his shirt as you dragged his lips back to yours. You kissed him hard, begging for his touch back. He wasted no time in sliding his fingers back to you, bringing them up to circle your clit. You cried out into this kiss, the heat in you building. You felt him smile against your lips as one finger slid inside you. You moaned at the feeling of him, his finger exploring you. “More, Lucien.” You gasped out, other hand coming up to grab onto his back. He obeyed, pushing a second finger into you and curling them deliciously. Moan after moan fell from your lips as he worked you, his thumb coming up to rub you. His tongue was punishing on yours, the years of longing speeding your orgasm up. “Oh, Lu, I’m gonna-“ You mumbled against him, clenching as the pleasure washed over you. Cries fell from you while he pushed you through it, prolonging the feeling as much as possible. You dug your nails into his skin, struggling to remember how to breathe.

He slowed his movements, pulling his fingers from you. He dragged them up to your mouth, tapping your lips. “Suck.” He commanded, pupils blown wide as you obediently pulled his fingers into your mouth. You sucked the taste of you off of them, keeping eye contact the whole time. You licked up his fingers, showing him what you could do to another body part of his. He groaned, throwing his head back as he took his fingers from your mouth. He leaned down to place a kiss to your perfect lips, whispering “Next time” against them.

Lucien dragged you off the counter, flipping you to face it. He put your hands flat on the marble in front of you, kissing behind your ear. “Hands stay here while I fuck you.”

You could have came again at those words alone.

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, trying to turn to see him. He grabbed the back of your head, turning you back to the counter. “Patience.” He said, the pain of his hand gripping your hair turning to pleasure. You pushed your ass against him, desperate for him. He chuckled before sliding the tip of him through your wetness. Gods, he felt huge. “Are you ready, my perfect girl?” He asked, waiting for your permission. You nodded quickly, a strained “Yes, please” coming out.

You gasped as he pushed the first few inches in, scratching your nails against the polished marble in front of you. He stretched you in a most delicious way, leaving you begging for more. “Lu, please. More.” you whined out, moaning as he pushed in farther. You thought he must be in by now, back arching when he went even deeper. He was going to destroy you.

Lucien bottomed out, staying still for a moment. You cried out, “Move, Lucien. Please.” He pulled you up by your hair, the other hand coming to push on your stomach to keep you close. He pulled out all the way, thrusting his full length back in in one move. You gave a scream, hand falling to hold onto the arm in front of you. Lucien growled in your ear, lost in the pleasure of being inside you.

He fucked into you hard, eating up the moans and cries you let out. His hand slid down to circle your clit again, brining your orgasm closer. “I want you to come with me, my love.” He whispered into your hair, kissing any part of you he could reach. You gave a moan of agreement, feeling seconds away from finishing again. “Wait until I say.” He commanded, quickening his movements on you. You felt ready to snap, fighting hard to keep your orgasm at bay. You whimpered at the effort, body clenching tight around Lucien. His groan in your ear let you know he was close, his thrusts beginning to become sloppy. “Now, love.” He whispered, the fingers on you unrelenting. You came with a scream of his name, feeling him spill into you moments later. His fingers rode you through your high, stopping once you were shaking with overstimulation.

You stood there for a moment, the two of you breathing heavy. Lucien slowly pulled out, you already feeling empty now that he was gone. He moved your underwear back to cover you, straightening your skirts. You turned to face him, fixing his pants back. He looked down at you, eyes connecting with yours. You had a million things to say, forgetting all of them as you stared at him.

He leaned down, kissing you softly. “I’ve loved you for a hundred years.” He whispered, your heart soaring. You smiled up at him, bringing him close. “As have I.” You confessed, happy to not have to hide anymore after so long.

A quiet cough sounded from the entry to the kitchen, catching you attention. You peered over Lucien’s shoulder to see Azriel, a cheeky smirk on his face. He definitely heard all of it. “So I take it our plan worked, then?”

Lucien turned to you, a question in his eyes. You twirled a piece of his hair between his fingers, explaining that you were messing with Azriel to make him jealous. His hands tightened on your waist, the ghost of a smile visible on his lips. He nodded when you were done, turning back to the male in the doorway.

“Thanks for making me realize what a fool I have been,” Lucien began, “but if you touch her like that again, I will snap your arm in half.”

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jeannineee · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Six: Pegging

Lucien Vanserra x Reader

a/n: day six of kinktober!! Comment or DM me if you wanna be added to the taglist!!

warnings: smut obvi, Lucie gets pegged, sub!Lucien, mommy kink (used 2x)

The noises that fell from Lucien’s lips as your fingers worked him open had you wondering if it was possible to orgasm from sound alone. He was practically writhing underneath you, and you'd barely started.

"Oh, oh, fuck," Lucien breathed, sweat beading his forehead. "M-More, please."

The desperation in his voice had wetness pooling between your legs. You withdrew your fingers, smirking to yourself as he whimpered at the loss.

You reached onto the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube you had placed there earlier in the evening. You applied a generous amount to the strap you wore, with Lucien watching you intently as you knelt between his legs.

You ran your hands down his chest, before ghosting your fingertips over his cock, where it laid against his abs, leaking with precum. “I need you to tell me if it hurts, baby,” you murmured as you pressed the strap against his entrance.

Lucien nodded eagerly. “I—I will.”

You leaned forward, brushing your lips agains his. As you moved back, you slowly eased the strap inside, searching Lucien’s face for any amount of pain or discomfort.

Instead, you were met with needy moans and pleas for more. As you bottomed out, you asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes—fuck, just move, please.”

Lucien groaned as you pulled out and thrust back in to the hilt, setting a steady pace. “M-Mommy, just like that, oh, fuck…”

“Such a good boy,” you cooed as you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

Lucien went pliant beneath you, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you brought him closer to the edge. “I’m so close, mommy, please,” he babbled breathlessly, his abs tensing as his orgasm built.

“Come for me baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Lucien moaned loudly, his body shuddering beneath you as his orgasm wracked his body, thick ropes of cum spilling onto your hand, his abdomen.

You peppered his face with kisses as you eased out of him, feeling smug with satisfaction. “We’ll definitely be doing that again.”

Lucien nodded, panting. “Definitely.”

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throneofsmut · 6 months

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Kinktober Day Twenty-Seven : Sleep Sex

Lucien Vanserra x Female Reader

Lucien woke up to the sound of your voice, calling his name. Still half asleep he opened his eyes only to find that the moon was still out, it had to be near dawn by the way the sky was starting to brighten. So he closed his eyes and let his head hit the pillow.

He heard his name slip past your plush lips again. “Hmm ?” Lucien hummed in response. But when he didn’t hear your voice he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up.

Then his nostrils flared and he scented the air again. He could smell someone’s arousal, your arousal. Looking down at your sleeping form, he noticed the way you were grinding against his muscular thigh. Creating a wet spot of arousal on his sleep pants. Your arm that was across his middle fisted the sheets on the side of him. “Mhmm, Lucien.” You moaned softly.

He couldn’t stop the smirk on his lips, that even subconsciously you wanted him. Pushing your hair back with his free hand, he asked, voice soft, “Does that feel good, princess ?” Nodding your head that was laying on his arm, you whimpered, “Mhmm.” As he used that hand to grip your ass, making you grind harder against his thigh.

The both of you had talked about this before and both consented.

It’s been happening more often now since he’s been traveling a bit more recently. Sometimes it happened when he wasn’t there, the both of you feeling it through the mating bond. But tonight he was here.

“That’s it. Just like that, Princess,” He groaned into your ear. It’s only spurred you on to move your hips faster, moaning a bit louder now. Lucien knew you were close by the way you were panting and you were grinding your hips desperately. So using his free hand, he slid up your night slip that had bunched at your waist, over your tits and tugged at your perky nipples.

“Oh, L-lucien !” You cried out as your release barreled through you, clutching at his chest as your hips stuttered. “Good girl.” He cooed into your ear, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

You opened your eyes as you were starting to come down from your high.

Your mate was moving, settling himself between your soaked thighs, lining himself up with your entrance. Running the head of his length through your wet folds, before pushing in slowly, leaning his forehead against yours, burying himself in your cunt.

Once he pushed in all the way to the hilt, he kissed your swollen lips - from you biting them - and panted softly against them, “Fuck, princess.”

Your lips captured his, in a heated kiss, then you moved from his jaw down to his neck, biting and sucking the soft warm skin. Your hips, bucking, wanting him to move. He obeyed, pulling out to the tip and then pushing back in. Setting a slow but hard rhythm.

Then Lucien grabbed both of your legs, putting them to one side as he began slamming into you. The new position, letting him hit your sweet spot. The both of you were all moans and soft pants, losing yourselves to pleasure.

“Fuck.” He hissed, gripping your hips tighter as you fisted the sheets below you. Head thrown back as you felt fire pooling in your tummy.

“P-please Luc !” You cried out as you felt the fire spread, he picked up the pace. Practically slamming into you, all you could hear was skin slapping skin.

Your legs started shaking and his hips stuttering, as the both of you came together. You felt his cum coat your sensitive walls as he still moved inside of you, slowly, working the both of you through your orgasms.

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minicoffee00 · 6 months

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I’m just here as a distraction right? Part 1 Lucien x Reader

Plot: After Lucien finds out Elain is his mate, he spends the first year pining after her. After seeing her getting closer to Azriel and her found family in the Night Court, he starts to have feelings for a High Fae Girl who stumbled in Jurian, Vassa and Lucien’s home.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Lucien had listened to Feyre when she'd said to keep trying to reach out to Elain, to get to know her. He attempted getting her food and drinks but she always looked at it in disgust and pushed it away. She never accepted any of the offered gifts, or his time that he offered up.

Lucien got to the point where he wasn't even trying to woo her, just trying to be a friend, someone she could talk to when she didn't know who else to go to. But Elain was being cruel, she wasn't rejecting the bond, because when she did that it made it real and she didn't want to acknowledge it. However, she was completely happy to pursue Azriel.

When he saw them out in the garden, he couldn't help but see how Elain was forcing a connection between them, even more so when she knew he was watching.

"Feyre, I cant stand to be here much longer. I'm being treated like a stray wet dog coming into your home. I no longer wish to impose" he voices, knowing he had a place with Jurian and Vassa.

"Please Lucien, she'll come around" Feyre begged, holding Nyx on her hip.

"It's been a year Feyre, she wont even acknowledge me as a friend. Which i would have been to her despite the bond. It's running me ragged ... her not rejecting me and letting me move on while i have to watch her with HIM" Lucien grits out.

"I know, but please Lucien. You are my friend" Feyre breathes coming closer to him. Just as he was about to cave, and admit defeat and say he would stay here for a little longer, Azriel and Elain walked in from the garden, Azriel with a hand on her lower back guiding her through the door.

They both pause, seeing Lucien, Feyre and Nyx. Elain stops her laughter shying away a little seeing the red haired fae that always hung about.

"I'll take that as my leave" he says glancing at Feyre, and she knew what he meant. He wouldn't be coming back.

"Lucien, please" Feyre begs one last time.

"Goodbye Feyre" he says before winnowing out and to a place, he felt slighty better in, but not home. He never felt like he'd find a home.

Lucien arrived home, greated by a heavily drunk Vassa and Jurian. He joined them for the entire night only waking to a rough bang on the front door of their house.

Lucien was the one who drunk the least and ended up aanswering the loud knocking. He opens the door to a face he hadn't seen in a year.

"Tam?" he asks in shock, the blonde man seemed healthier now. His blonde hair was bright again no knots and no dirt in sight. He had washed, found new clothes and he looked like his old self.

"Hello, old friend" he greets, Lucien steps out pulling his old High Lord into a hug.

"I think there's something I've acquired that is off use to you" he grins out, in a teasing manner.

"You- You're here" Lucien breathes out, a deep chuckle coming from Tamlin.

"Yes, I am. Beron has fallen and Eris has had the transfer of his High Lord nature. It seems he had granted your mother access to go to her former lover" he says, the grin turning a little malicious, something that didn't go un-noticed by Lucien.

"And now that the Spring Court is back and thriving and my people are happy, I've had time to travel and well gather important information" he adds.

"Information like?"

"Seems like little Feyre, hasn't been completely honest with you. Someone you deemed a friend. So I'm here as a friend Lucien, because that's what we are and i, unlike some people don't hide the truth from them" Tamlin admits, and Lucien stays silent. A gentle nod for Tamlin to continue.

"Beron, isn't your father. Your mother had an affair with a different High Lord of the Seven Courts" Tamlin smirks, Lucien's head snaps up in shock, he kenw Beron treated him awfully and thats why he'd left to come to Tamlin.

"Who is it?" Lucien asks.

"Feyre worked out that Hellion is your father, he and your mother had an affair and thus you were born, so right now Lucien you my friend are the only heir to the Day Court. And a hopeful ally of mine. Now that Eris has taken over Autumn Court, god knows what he's agreed to with the night court!" Tamlin explains, however the conversation is cut short as you enter.

“STOP” a shout comes across, a young woman, running towards Tamlin, thanks to her attire it was obvious that she was from the Day Court.

“Lucien, you weren’t supposed to find out like this” you say running up to them, you go to punch Tamlin, regardless who he is until an unearthly growl stops you, Lucien stepping in front of you. To protect you.

“My father sent you?” Lucien asks testing the word, it sounding so odd and foreign.

“Yes, to come get you so he could talk to you and explain to you. I’m one of his most trusted warriors. Please come back to the day court, he wants to meet you… well as his son” you offered, Lucien only grunts a hand slipping up his face covering his tired eyes.

“I can’t, not right now” he grunts out turning to go back in the house.

“Then let me stay with you, I have to bring you back eventually. So please let me stay with you until you feel ready.

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And it took a while for Lucien to feel ready, he had so much on his mind, he had a father who according to what you had told him only found out a day before he had and had sent you out the minute be found out. His actual father seemed to care and he couldn’t help but think of what his life would be like IF he had been raised by Hellion rather than Beron.

Then there was the Elain situation, he could feel everything down the bond that had only seemed to strengthen and pull at his heart strings as he left. But he could feel Elain and everything she did. There was also the Night Court as a whole, specifically Feyre for lying to him. And now the fact that Tamlin was back asking for his friendship only now seeing his as a potential ally.

The only person who had been patient with him was you, you’d waited and helped him with little tasks he just couldn’t bring himself to do.

And because if this he slowly started to cling to you, as his only support.

This turned sexual very quickly, he had wanted some kind of release, and you being his outlet made sense.

From your mind however, you had slowly started to fall for the Day Court Prince, as his father had said to you, you’d teased him for days about it.

Every little thing you did was from the bottom of your heart, you wanted him to feel wanted and needed as you could tell he hadn’t had someone show him this level of affection in a long time.

…

“Lucien” you moaned as he kissed up the side of your body, his mouth finding itself on your breast, sucking and pulling at the tender flesh as it perked up.

“Yes, sweetheart” he asks.

“I need you” you say to him, he hadn’t understood the full meaning of those words but to you, that was commitment to him in itself.

He pulled up the dress skirt that you were currently wearing courtesy of Vassa, whom said you could borrow anything while you were here.

His fingers slid up your thighs, finding you already bare.

"So naughty" he groaned, you were already very wet, meaning his two fingers slid in with ease. He pushed them in and out, making a scissoring motion. He leaned down kissing across your jaw and neck, while basking in the noises you were making because of him.

He pulled his pants off and down, leaving him bear. He slipped in thursting until he bottomed out, whines coming from both of you. He made you feel so full and satisfied, and with this feeling you'd assume he was your mate.

However, Jurian had made it his mission to tease you around the fact that Lucien was already technically bespoke for.

You'd done this many times and Lucien never said anything, other than the occasional compliment, not abouthow you looked just how you felt around him. Breathy groans and whines were the most of what came from him, you on the other were extremely vocal, telling him how his skin glowed in the light, or how his eyes danced with colour. How silky his hair felt as it brushed against your breasts when he leant down.

He started to thrust in an out of you quicker, his hips starting to stagger, you tightened around him feeling that coil in you unleash with white hot ecstasy.

"Elain" he moaned, as you both came, he stilled inside you immedielty realising what he said.

"I-" you start but he pulls out of you, looking mortified at what he had just done.

"I didn't mean to say her name I - cant. I'm so sorry" he says putting his head in his hands.

"It's okay, I guess im just here as a distraction right, while you figure everything out, with you dad and you mate and your old courts." you say, pulling the dress down and standing up. You walk to the bathroom slamming the door shut and turning on the water to fill the bath.

Quiet sobs came out of you as you sent a letter to Hellion through a Falcon telling him you'd be returning to the palace without his son and that you couldn't stay here anylonger.

A/N:

Later on today, i will post my up and coming and hopefully will be able to post what's in store for my 24 days of Christmas!

Not sure if a part 2 is needed however if there is demand i will be more than happy.

It's reading week at university this week so i can post more too! So my up and coming will hopefully be quick!

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mariposa.

i just need a quick fix, i ain't gonna miss this we've already crossed that line before, i won't get addicted tell me lies girl say it softly, you'll be sayin take it off me

author's note: you guys know how much i adore lucien. i'm absolutely unwell just thinking about our overprotective, feisty fox boy. there's also a surprise guest appearance that i think ya'll will appreciate 😏 song inspiration: lacrimosa by matt kent.

The rhythmic pounding of hollow drums echoed throughout the spring manor, its seductive beat beckoning you to come outside and join in on the festivities. Your gaze flickered to the shimmering lock placed on your bedroom door as Tamlin’s warning echoed in the dark and empty bedchamber.

Stay in your room.

You huffed, crossing your arms. Who the hell was he to tell you what to do? Tamlin may be the High Lord of the Spring Court, but it didn’t grant him the right to forbid you from attending Calanmai. Especially not after you spent the whole day being paraded around the countless lords seeking your hand in marriage only to then be tucked away when your presence was no longer convenient.

No, that simply wouldn’t do.

With a wicked grin, you pulled a rhinestone pin out of your hair and knelt in front of the door. You whispered an incantation and the pin glowed brightly as you rattled it against the lock. With a flick of your wrist, the door propped open. You peered out into the hallway and confirmed that the coast was clear before carefully creeping through the quiet house.

The spring manor was empty for the night. There wasn’t a single servant present to stop you from making your way downstairs. They were all probably at Calanmai already, dancing and drinking and doing all the things that Tamlin had barred you from doing. He already had the Great Rite to worry about, your brother had said. The High Lord didn’t need his troublesome little sister getting in the way of his duties.

You would make him regret it.

The thought put a spring in your step as you strolled through the gardens, taking in the balmy evening and the cool spring breeze. First thing was first, you needed to conceal your identity if you hoped to avoid being spotted by your brother or any of his cronies. With a wisp of magic, conjured an intricate golden mask, its ornate swirls and whorls fanning out into deep yellows and oranges as white spots dotted the edges of the black borders and veins. The accessory matched your copper dress perfectly. As you placed the mask over your eyes, the wings flickered and mimicked the graceful movements of a monarch butterfly.

Donning a satisfied smile, you crossed the clearing that would lead you to the festivities. Your skirts whispered against the earth as you winnowed atop the hill at the edge of the manor. Down below, you watched as High Fae and faeries alike danced around the fires lighting up the lush landscape.

The savage beat of the drums summoned you across the grassy knoll and you gladly surrendered to its call. Smoke curled through the air and enveloped you in its intoxicating haze as you reached the heart of the crowd. Someone grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into the throng of dancing bodies circling the large bonfire burning at the center of the field.

There was something magnetic about the movements, a ritual awakening deep within your bones as magic unfurled its golden glow through your entire being. You tipped your head back and laughed, twirling in dizzying circles as you changed partners again and again. One of them—a handsome dryad—handed you a goblet filled with a golden, sparkling liquid.

The drink was unlike anything you’ve ever tasted before. You could feel the edges of your vision blurring, every thought and worry ebbing and flowing through your mind, and your surroundings turned fuzzy as though someone had placed a lace veil over your eyes. The carefree feeling it brought was delicious and addicting so you drained the drink down to its last drop, greedily licking the sparkling remnants off your lips.

The dryad you were currently dancing with twirled you across the field and you clumsily stumbled across the soft grass before a pair of strong arms steadied you.

You looked up to thank the stranger, but the words died in your throat as soon as you beheld the male standing before you. He was the embodiment of sensuality and seduction with raven hair as dark as night and golden brown skin gleaming against the backdrop of the burning bonfire, the flames mimicking the intricate tattoos peeking out above his perfectly fitted tunic. Fine clothing adorned his body, its deep ebony color matching the shimmer of darkness that seemed to waft through his shoulders like the night sky.

But it was his eyes—those deep violet eyes that shimmered with amusement that seemed to set off your internal alarm. Danger lurked behind that amethyst gaze.

“Be careful, little butterfly.” A voice as smooth as velvet drawled. “We wouldn’t want you flying away now, do we?”

With feline grace, the male placed one hand on the small of your back and the other on your shoulder as he swept you across the crowd. This dance wasn’t like the wild, jovial traditional dance of the Spring Court. It was smooth and steady, every twist and turn performed with calculated precision. A lethal waltz with an equally lethal partner.

The stranger spun you around and the silks of your skirts hugged his dark trousers as he reeled you back into his arms.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of being introduced,” the handsome male purred. “Where has the High Lord been hiding a treasure like yourself, my lady?”

You swallowed thickly. The music and laughter echoed all around you, but they sounded slow and distorted as though your mind had been dipped in a jar of honey. Faces blurred in your periphery and dragged across the forefront of your consciousness like molasses, there and gone with the blink of an eye. It took a considerable amount of effort to bring your focus back to the stranger.

“I’m new to the Spring Court.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, given that you’d only just made your formal debut a week ago. The stranger raised a brow, but if he had any qualms regarding your statement, he didn’t voice them.

“Allow me to extend the warmest of welcomes, then.” He took a gloved hand and pressed his lips against your knuckles, mischief sparkling in those star kissed eyes. “My name is Rhysand.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rhysand,” you said with a shy smile. “I’m—”

“Spoken for,” said a voice from behind you.

A figure emerged from the trees, tall and lean and all too familiar. A flash of scarlet glimmered in the night as Lucien came into view.

Of all people, it had to be your brother’s best friend catching you sneaking out of the manor and dancing with the most beautiful male you’ve ever laid eyes on. Still, there was the matter of the stupid little prattling of your heart as you turned to face the handsome red headed male.

Despite the increasing effects of that damned faerie wine, the sight of Lucien never failed to take your breath away.

As befitting an emissary, he was dressed in fine clothing of a deep, rich green that accentuated the crimson locks flowing behind his back. Intricate braids crowned his head as soft tendrils kissed the planes of his elegant face. His sparkling amber and golden mechanical eye affixed on you. A heated spark flashed through his gaze, but it was gone before you could decipher its meaning.

You’ve fancied Lucien for as long as you could remember. At first, it had been a harmless little thing. You were so young when you first met and he’d always had that older, mysterious allure made even more enticing by the fact that Lucien was forbidden fruit. He was Tamlin’s best friend and constant companion and you were the younger sister with an innocent crush.

But now that you were both fully grown, the tension between you and Lucien was anything but.

“Calanmai is for invited guests only,” Lucien said sharply, his shoulders tensing. "And the last time I checked, you weren't on the list."

A lazy smile tugged on Rhysand’s lips. “Now, now, Lucien. Is that any way for an emissary to address a High Lord?” That violet gaze winked down at you. “Especially not in the presence of a beautiful maiden.”

Lucien gritted his teeth. “The lady is spoken for.”

Now that was interesting. Lucien could’ve easily identified you as Tamlin’s sister, but he chose not to. Perhaps he didn’t want word of your escape to reach your brother.

“Stunning creatures, butterflies.” Rhysand said with a knowing smile, reaching out to caress your mask. Lucien bristled, but the High Lord of the Night Court only smirked seductively. “Though I’ve found that they tend to get restless if not properly stimulated.”

Lucien angled himself between you and the handsome stranger. “My lady has had enough excitement for one night.”

You frowned, glaring at your friend’s back. You wanted to dance and laugh and drink until dawn. You wanted to feel the wind in your hair and the music in your chest, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through your body and making you relaxed and pliant, but as Lucien pinned his gaze on you, the fear and concern swimming in his eyes kept you from speaking.

“It’s time to escort you back to the manor,” Lucien announced with finality. He spoke into the smoky night, not once looking at you. An argument sat on the tip of your tongue, but you thought better of it as your friend's fists clenched at his side.

Violet eyes met your own as Rhysand dipped into a bow. He kissed your hand once more, making you blush fiercely. “Until we meet again, little butterfly.”

You watched as the male sauntered away, but not before winking back at you with a sultry grin.

Without a word, Lucien grabbed your wrist and winnowed into thin air. The sudden transition was jarring and you barely had time to gather your wits before you were being ushered through the doors of the manor. The black and white chequered marble floors blurred beneath your feet as you and Lucien passed through like a furious wind, his deep auburn hair nearly whipping against your cheek as he stomped up the sweeping staircase.

He didn’t look back once. Didn’t speak as he threw the door open and watched you walk through the threshold. Alone in your bedchambers, Lucien whirled around with barely contained rage coloring his handsome face.

“Are you fucking insane?” The Autumn Court male finally spoke as you plopped down on the bed, the aftereffects of all the dancing and drinking weighing heavy on your body. “Do you know how utterly idiotic it was to venture out alone? On Calanmai, of all nights! You’re lucky that it was me who found you and not Tamlin.”

“And dancing with Rhysand—Rhysand of all fucking people!”

“At least he bothered to talk to me!” you yelled, voice hoarse and strained. “All you and Tamlin ever do is lock me in here like I’m some child that needs to be constantly coddled.”

“Could you blame us?” he said harshly. “One night on your own and you managed to attract the attention of the most dangerous male in all of Prythian. Rhysand may have flashed you pretty smiles and flowery words, but it doesn’t change the beast that lurks within. He is the High Lord of the Night Court. He could have ripped your mind apart without lifting a single finger.”

You blanched at the realization. “I—I didn’t know.”

“That’s precisely the point,” your friend snapped. “You jump into things headfirst without any regard for your safety.” Lucien released a shaky breath, his hand trembling as he raked his fingers through his hair. “If anything happened to you…”

The worry dancing in his eyes momentarily sobered you. Enough for you to take his hand and squeeze in reassurance. “I’m fine, Lucien. Rhysand didn’t do anything to me. We just danced, that’s all.”

His grip tightened around your wrist. “He made you smile. Made you laugh. And he called you little butterfly,” Lucien said the last word softly, but it laid heavy between you.

“It was because of the mask—”

A burning fire raged within Lucien. “I don’t give a damn why. He doesn’t have the right.” He titled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “Only I get to call you that, mariposa.”

You whimpered at the gruffness of his voice. Mariposa was Lucien's nickname for you and he usually said it with soft fondness, but the there was nothing gentle about the way he was wielding it now.

There was a part of you that knew Lucien was angry. His words echoed, but they didn’t fully register and were instead swallowed up by the haze clouding your mind. The only thing you could focus on was how badly the room was spinning and how your internal temperature seemed to spike higher and higher as Lucien pulled back to pace in front of the crackling hearth.

Heat blossomed in your core and snaked its fiery tendrils throughout your body, making you feel flushed and overheated. Your skin felt too hot and your dress too suffocating as you crumpled into a nearby chair. You hadn’t even noticed that your hands were shaking until you haphazardly wiped the sweat off of your brow.

“Y/N?” Lucien’s voice sounded hollow and distant even though he was kneeling right beside you. You blinked, murmuring softly as he took your face in his hands. Gone was the wrath and fury from earlier, replaced now by worry and concern. “You’re burning up.”

His mechanical eye focused on the golden flecks covering your mouth. Lucien cursed lowly as he wiped his thumb across your bottom lip. The action made you shiver and you involuntarily leaned into his touch, his warmth, his scent. It felt good, so good, to have him touching you.

“Did the High Lord give you anything to drink?” Lucien tilted your chin and you groaned, lashes fluttering against your cheek as his rough, calloused hands brushed against your skin. “Think, Y/N. I need you to answer me, sweetheart.”

You blinked, recalling the goblet of wine. “No, no, it wasn’t Rhys. It was another male. A dryad. Your fingers brushed against the flecks on your mouth and you furrowed your brows in confusion at Lucien’s deep frown. “He gave me some wine. It was gold and sweet.”

“That bloody bastard.” Your friend’s tone was sharp and biting, anger rippling through him in waves.

“Why?” you asked as spots blurred your vision. “I feel fuzzy and warm and it’s so godsdamned stuffy in this room. What’s happening to me, Lucien?”

“You drank Amortis,” Lucien explained.

The mention of the potion sent a course of panic through you, but it was swallowed up again by the flame of desire burning hotter and hotter underneath your friend’s intense gaze. Somewhere in the abscesses of your brain, you knew that this was bad.

Amortis was an aphrodisiac used as an aid during the mating rituals of Calanmai. You vaguely recalled learning about it during your lessons about the Great Rite, but you’d been too drunk on faerie wine and music for the significance of the drink to register.

“The dryad must have slipped it into your wine when you weren’t looking.” His expression darkened, a snarl rippling through his chest. “I’m going to rip him apart bit by bit. Tamlin can have what’s left.”

His eyes widened. “Oh gods, I have to tell Tam.”

You shook your head and tugged at his wrist. “No,” you pleaded. If Tamlin heard about any of this, he’d never let you out of his sight again. “Please don’t tell my brother, Lu.”

Lucien softened at your given nickname for him. Try as he might, the Autumn Court male couldn’t deny that he had a soft spot for you. Having known you your entire life, he was just as protective over you as Tamlin was. Growing up with brothers, he hadn’t been prepared for the antics and schemes that you always seemed to get yourself into. You were trouble personified and you had him completely wrapped around your finger.

Always have, always will.

So he sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” Lucien conceded. “But we have to do something. You’re burning up.”

“A shower,” you suggested. “I need a cold shower.”

Your friend helped you onto your feet and escorted you into the large bathroom attached to your bedchambers. The marble tiled shower hissed and groaned as Lucien eased the handles. Mist fogged up the mirror and you leaned against the countertop, wriggling out of your shoes.

The effects of the potion reached its peak and took full control of your body. Every sensation felt intensified as you doubled over in pain. You nearly ripped the dress off of your body, leaving you in nothing but your lace underclothes as you stepped into the cold shower.

Curled up into a fetal position, you hugged your knees to your chest and allowed the freezing water to cool your body temperature. Lucien knelt down beside you and wrapped an arm against your shoulder, stroking your hair and murmuring words of comfort.

The warmth of the Autumn Court male enveloped you in cinnamon and sunshine. Whether it was the Amortis or your natural attraction to Lucien, you found yourself leaning in closer and nuzzling into his neck. His grip on your shoulder tightened as your lips brushed against his skin.

“Y/N.”

A fiery tendril curled around your finger as you looked up and met Lucien’s gaze. Water fell in rapid droplets, soaking through his white shirt and clinging onto his golden-brown skin. You traced the scar above his brow and his eyes fluttered close in response. Lucien’s ragged breathing filled the room as you traced the elegant planes of his face, your thumb brushing against his lips. They looked so lush and inviting, you wanted nothing more than to lean in and take a bite.

You tilted your chin up, nuzzling your nose against his. An inch closer and his lips would be on yours. Lucien's lashes kissed your cheek as his eyes fluttered open. Meeting his burning gaze was like looking directly at the sun.

“I want to kiss you,” you whispered.

A flash of something dark and dangerous glimmered in Lucien’s hypnotic stare before he clamped down on your wrist. For a second, you could see the conflict raging within him. He wanted this as much as you did. All he needed to do was give in. The shower above you hissed and Lucien blinked, snapping out of whatever moment the two of you had been in the midst of.

He pulled away, clearing his throat. “It’s just the effects of Amortis.”

“Amortis lowers your inhibitions,” you countered. “But it doesn’t alter your desires, which means I’d want to kiss you even if I were sober.”

Lucien gently removed your hand from his face and set it on your lap. “Maybe so,” he mused before reaching up to turn the shower handle. “But I’m not going to kiss you tonight. Not like this.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Why? Because I’m Tamlin’s pesky little sister who’s had an embarrassing crush on you for centuries?”

The redhead pinned you against the tiled wall, his stare burning holes into your skin. “Because I care about you. Because the first time I kiss you won’t be because you accidentally consumed an aphrodisiac.” He braced his palms on either side of your head and you swallowed at how much he towered over you, how easily he caged you in. “When I finally kiss you, mariposa, it won’t just be a kiss. It’ll be everything and there’ll be no going back from it. So I need you to be sure.”

A shiver crawled up your spine. “I am sure,” you said softly. “I’ve always been sure about you, Lucien.”

He smiled. A devastating sort of smile that sent sunlight into the cracks of your soul. “Then tell me in the morning, little butterfly.”

Dawn broke over the horizon as golden rays speared through the bruised sky. Someone had left the curtains in your bedchambers spread apart. Probably you. Or maybe it was Lucien.

Lucien.

Memories from the night before flooded your thoughts. After your embarrassing confession, Lucien had helped you get dressed and carried you to bed. You shot up in the large four poster bed, rustling the pillows and blankets that he’d carefully tucked you into. A glimpse of red snagged your attention and you found your friend sprawled across a velvet lounge chair, his long legs hanging over the edge.

The sound of your shuffling roused the red haired male from sleep. He pitched forward, alarm spreading through his face when he found you staring at him. Lucien crossed the room in two strides and knelt beside your bed. He scanned your features, gently cradling your chin between his fingers.

“I’m fine, Lu.”

Relief washed over your friend. There was something endearing about the way he fretted over you.

“Never scare me like that again,” Lucien said.

You grinned. “I think that’s the last time I ever drink Amortis. Though I can’t promise to stay out of trouble.”

Lucien sighed deeply, running a hand through his fiery locks. “I’m serious, Y/N. In all of my immortal existence, I’ve never felt terror like I did when I saw you dancing with Rhysand.”

“Is the High Lord truly that horrifying?”

“I wasn’t scared of him,” Lucien said. There was no bravado in the statement, just pure honesty as he fixed his gaze on you. “I was scared for him. Of what I wanted to do to him for simply breathing the same air as you.”

You swallowed thickly. “What you said last night…what I said last night. I meant it, Lucien.”

Lucien went still as death, his mechanical eye whirring to life as he scanned over you. Checking for any traces of Amortis. Confirming that you weren’t still under its spell. Your heart pounded in your chest as you caressed his cheek.

“I’m not under any spell,” you whispered softly. “What I feel, it’s real. I wanted to kiss you last night and I still want to kiss you this morning. I’m sure, Lucien.”

His slender fingers curled gently around your wrist, his breathing low and ragged as he brought his gaze up to you. There was something primal and possessive in those eyes.

“I won’t insult you by attempting to describe how I feel about you in words,” he declared, his voice like honeyed wine ebbing through your very core. “I’ll just show you instead.”

Lucien’s slender fingers curled through your unbound hair, tilting your head at just the right angle before he gently pressed his lips against yours. The kiss ignited a fire within your core. It was soft and sweet yet demanding and possessive. You could tell that Lucien was barely restraining himself by the way his breath hitched as your lips met.

You melted into his touch as he brought you closer, setting you on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Centuries of curiosity was satisfied as you raked your fingers through his hair, the feel of it smooth and silky like you’d always imagined. Shy pecks turned into lingering heated kisses as you explored one another. Lucien groaned when you shifted your hips, greedily leaning down to taste more of him.

He tugged you by the top of your thighs, placing you chest to chest. The sunlight streaming in from the window crowned him in glorious day, his auburn hair shining brightly like a living flame as though Lucien was the embodiment of fire itself. There was a wildness in him that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

Lucien stroked your cheek tenderly as though he were convincing himself that you weren’t just a figment of his imagination. His features softened as you took his hand and kissed his fingertips.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “You put the flowers in this court to shame with the way you bloom.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, filling you with a wave of emotions. It was a rare occasion for you to be rendered speechless, but Lucien was more than capable of stunning you into complete silence.

You pressed your lips against his in response, the kiss turning urgent as you poured all of the words you weren’t able to articulate into one single action. Lucien groaned as you gently tugged on his bottom lip. He teased his tongue past the seam of your lips and you gladly obliged, welcoming him in.

There was no trace of his restraint from earlier as Lucien flipped you over, pinning you underneath him as he completely devoured you. It was in that moment that you realized that you’ve never been properly kissed. Because this…this paled in comparison to every other kiss you’ve ever had.

It nearly knocked the breath out of you. From the way that Lucien’s chest was rising and falling, you weren’t the only one. As the kiss deepened, the desire to feel him, to truly feel him, became overwhelming. You tugged on the hem of his shirt and Lucien pulled away to allow you to pull it off of him.

He toyed with the straps of the nightgown that he had helped you change into a few hours ago, a question in his expression. You merely nodded and shrugged out of the silky material. Lucien watched as you laid yourself bare before him, his fingers brushing against your delicate skin.

You tugged at the front of his trousers and he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist. “Are you sure?”

“I told you, Lucien.” You said, meeting his burning gaze. “I’ve always been sure about you. I want this. I want you.”

“I want you, too,” he whispered. “More than anyone has ever wanted anything in this entire realm.”

“So take me.”

Lucien didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed you again but this time it was desperate and full of need. His hands roamed over your body, tracing every line and curve with devotion. Lucien kissed every surface of skin as though he were committing your body to memory. His fingers dipped low as he parted your legs, groaning when he found you wet and ready for him.

You watched as he lined himself up at your entrance. Every move was filled with tenderness. Lucien teased the tip in, his gaze never leaving yours while he eased his cock inside of you. His length stretched you beyond your limit, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Once he filled you to the hilt, he paused.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded, brushing a stray strand of red hair from his cheek. “Never better.”

Your friend smiled before slowly pulling out, monitoring your reactions as he established a steady pace. By no means were you inexperienced, but as Lucien rolled his hips into yours, it felt like you’d been starved of touch your whole life. He seemed to echo the sentiment as awe and bewilderment took over his features.

It had never felt like this with anyone else.

The way he touched you was full of devotion as though your body was a temple and he was making his burnt offerings upon the altar. Lucien lavished you with worship, his large hands easing your leg up so he could angle himself deeper. You moaned as he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.

“Gods, Lucien.”

His forehead dropped to yours, eyes blazing with fire. You didn’t have to say the words. Lucien knew exactly what you meant. “I know,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “I know, sweetheart.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, his breathing ragged. His muscles tensed underneath your fingertips as you raked your nails across his back. Lucien growled into your mouth as you dragged him down beside you, flipping positions so that you were perched on his lap.

His skin glistened in the early morning light, beads of sweat glimmering like crystals along his perfectly sculpted torso. You braced your hands on his chest and rode him slowly, moving your hips back and forth while he watched through heavy lids. A large hand clamped down on your right hip hard enough to bruise, but you kept the steady rhythm as the male underneath you groaned.

From this angle, the friction on your clit combined with Lucien’s upward thrusts unraveled that familiar feeling in your core. Lucien felt you clench around him and he sat upright, sucking harshly at your neck.

“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he whispered gently. You closed your eyes, giving into the rush of sensations. “That’s it. I want to watch you come undone.”

The impact made your vision blur with white heat. For a split second, you felt as though you were floating above your body, watching as you writhed in pleasure. Lucien’s voice brought you back and you relished the way your name tumbled so prettily from his mouth, like the prayer of a devoted believer. He roared as he finished, his head lolling against the crook of your neck.

At some point, his braids had come undone and you giggled as crimson locks tickled your cheek. Lucien lifted his head, observing you with a soft smile. Behind him, the sun reached its peak over the horizon and formed a golden crown upon his head.

You propped an elbow up against your pillow, a small smile spreading across your lips as you admired the male beside you.

Lucien grinned back, brushing his nose against your cheek. “What are you thinking about, mariposa?”

“I’m thinking that I should endanger myself more often if this is what it leads to.”

The redhead frowned, flicking your nose. “You do seem to have a special talent for attracting trouble.”

You shrugged lazily. “I attract a lot of things. Including stubborn, possessive redheads.”

Lucien chuckled before pulling you into his chest. His arm snaked around your waist as he nuzzled against the back of your neck.

“Falling for you is by far the most reckless thing I’ve ever done,” he whispered softly. You turned slightly, worry marking your features. Lucien smoothed the creases on your forehead. “But I don’t regret it. Not one bit.”

You sighed in relief, melting back into his arms. Comfortable silence stretched between you as the reality of what you’d just done settled. Lucien was right. There was no going back from this.

The spring manor came to life, voices filtering in and out as everyone started preparing for the day. You turned to fully face him, speaking the words that you were both thinking.

“What are we gonna tell my brother, Lu?”

Lucien brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “We’ll tell him the truth. That this was inevitable. That nothing in this realm could’ve kept me away from you.”

“Are you sure about this?” Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his gaze. “About me?”

“I am sure,” he said with a smile. “I’ve always been sure about you.”

As he echoed your words from last night, you leaned in to kiss him. You were part thrilled, part terrified of whatever came next.

But as long as Lucien was by your side, you were ready to face the dawn of a new day.

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tsunami-of-tears · 5 months

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Quality Control

Lucien x Reader

A/N: Filthy but loving sex for Lucien and Reader. I enjoyed writing this a lot more than I thought I would.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, vibrators, oral (f! receiving), fingering, squirting

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As the Heir of Day and the Night Court Emissary, Lucien spent a lot of time in the other courts of Prythian, working on building relations. You were so proud of him, and the leader he was becoming, but you missed him terribly while he was away.

You’ve been pacing around your home for the last thirty minutes. After spending most of the day trying to keep busy and distracted, you were very eager for your mate’s return, and could no longer sit still.

The clicking of a lock sounds at your front door. You race over to greet Lucien, pulling him into a crushing hug. He wraps his arms around you, bringing your body flush against his. You run your hands through his silken hair and lean back as you cast your eyes over his face, memorising every detail.

Lucien’s golden eye whirs as he looks you up and down. “Gods I’ve missed you,” he sighs and caresses your cheek with his calloused fingers. “I have a gift for you, Y/N. Nuan has been working on a new invention, she asked if we can test it.”

You let go of Lucien just long enough for him to remove his coat, hang it on the hook by the door, and fish a small gift box out of the pocket.

Nuan was a very talented inventor, so you were bursting with anticipation as you opened the box. Inside was a small, cylindrical object. You roll it into your palm, noticing the silky texture of the device. You have no clue what it is or what it does.

“What is it?” You ask Lucien curiously.

“Nuan is working on the name, but, it makes vibrations.” He gives you a coy smile, “It’s supposed to enhance… certain sensations. Make it more pleasurable.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at your mate. “We don’t have any issues in that department, Lucien”

“I know, but it could be fun.”

You hold up the device between your thumb and finger, arching a brow at Lucien.

“The first prototype was bigger, but she was able to make the motor smaller. It's tiny, but I was told it packs a punch.” He looks at you and licks his lips. “Care to try it out with me, Y/N?”

You nod, biting your lip as you look at Lucien’s and then back at his eyes. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply, full of longing. He lifts you up with ease without breaking the kiss, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

With your new toy in your hand, Lucien walks you down the hall, stopping when he reaches your shared room. He places you down carefully in the middle of the bed and peppers soft kisses all over your face, jaw and neck. You giggle as his lips brush the sensitive spot under your ear.

Lucien raises himself onto his forearms and looks down at you adoringly. “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

You blush but look up through your lashes at Lucien as you tighten your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him closer.

Lucien reaches between you, tugging your dress up. He curses when he sees you have nothing on underneath it.

You give him a sheepish grin. “I knew you were coming home today, so I thought I’d be ready for you.”

Lucien closes his eyes briefly and exhales, the scent of his arousal hits you, making you squirm beneath him. “The things you do to me, Y/N”

He sits up to remove his own shirt and you pull your dress over your head, revealing the rest of your naked form to him.

Lucien curses again as he hovers over you. He works his mouth down your body, kissing down the column of your throat, and pausing to give some attention to your breasts. He puts one in his mouth, flicking your hard nipple with his tongue as he caresses the other with his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You moan at his skilled touch, bucking your hips to try to get some friction where you need it most.

Lucien chuckles softly at your neediness, releasing your breasts and continuing on his journey down your body. He kisses all over your soft stomach, making sure you feel loved before travelling down further.

He hovers over your glistening cunt, admiring how wet you are for him already. Looking up at you, he murmurs, “You are exquisite,” before his lips make contact with your bundle of nerves.

You writhe under his mouth. Soft moans escape your lips and you feel your stomach flutter at every lick up your slit. His silver tongue is even more skilled at pleasuring you than talking.

Lucien runs a finger between your folds, gathering up your wetness. Once satisfied with your growing arousal, he inserts his finger all the way in and all the way out, fucking you so slowly that you start to beg. “Please Lucien, I need you. I need more.”

Lucien gives you a sly smirk, adding a second finger and reaching for your new toy.

He continues to fuck your cunt at an achingly slow pace while he presses the small button on the end of the device. It roars to life, buzzing away in his hand. You squirm in anticipation as he brings it closer to your clit.

Your eyes widen as he touches it to you. At the same time, Lucien curls his fingers, massaging your inner wall. You let out a string of incoherent moans as Lucien fucks you closer to your peak.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well,” Lucien says. “I know you’re close. Cum for me, cum on my fingers Y/N”

The constant vibrations combined with the strong thrusts of his dextrous fingers have your walls clenching as your climax erupts from you - along with a great gush of liquid from your sex. The sensation is so intense that your eyes roll back into your head, and your back arches as you grip the sheets. Lucien continues his steady thrusting as you ride out your high.

Once your pleasure subsides, Lucien turns the device off and puts it to the side. Panting heavily, you finally open your eyes to see him watching you with a look of pure sin. “Cauldron boil me, Y/N. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Now we need a bath,” You laugh as you look over the mess on the sheets and Lucien’s pants.

Lucien grins widely, “But first, round two?”

#acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #lucien x reader #lucien smut #lucien vanserra smut #acotar smut #a court of thorns and roses #acotar

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azrielbrainrot · 5 months

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Nsfw Alphabet with Lucien Vanserra

note: i don't know how i feel about this one. i kind of have 2 different versions of lucien running around my brain and i just picked the kinkier one for this. i think this is part of how lucien was when he was younger and after he heals from all the things that happened in the books, so a happier lucien.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Really sweet and attentive. Brings you water and helps you clean up. Cuddles after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I know this is supposed to be sexy but I just know it's his hair. I just know he takes really good care of it, it's probably so soft.

I never know what to say for this but I do kind of see lucien as a boob appreciator.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes cumming on you and then playing with it. Even if he cums inside, he'll either fuck it back into you or eat it out of you. I don't know why but I see him as liking things messy. Like he's been fucking you for hours, you already have cum over your tits and stomach but you still feel him pull out again to cum over your pussy and then push back inside you to keep going.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't know if it's a secret because he would end up admitting it to you but he definitely likes being pegged. I don't know if there are dildos in this world so this is probably more of a modern au type thing but yeah he'd definitely love it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced, he's centuries old after all.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The softer part of me wants to say missionary or any variation of it because he loves seeing you fall apart on his cock and doesn't want to miss any expression or little noise. But he loves fucking you from the back just as much. Just laying on your stomach, moaning into the mattress feeling his weight on you as he literally ruts into you as deep as he can go. Probably depends on the mood really.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Some days he's serious and others he's not. Depending on the mood, how rough he is or even the time of day. Morning sex is filled with soft smiles and little giggles but when you both come home after a party or dinner and he's been waiting for hours to finally have you he's not playful at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he's well groomed but nothing crazy. It does match, yes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Well there's always an underlining intimacy but when he's in a dirty or rougher mood it's not exactly romantic. You definitely feel his softer side at least in the beginning and after it ends. He'd kiss every little bruise of hickey that hasn't healed yet and murmur about how good you were and how good it felt.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't know if he ever did it much. Like if he was really horny and had no time to go find someone to fuck then sure but other than that he'll wait for an opportunity. When you get together I don't think he would much.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don't think there's a clear sub/dom dynamic with Lucien honestly. If anything he's a switch but I think he just wants to fuck and doesn't care for these dynamics.

- Praise kink - He both has a praise kink and loves praising you.

- Exhibitionism - I see it more as it being the risk of being caught that really turns him on so it's more public sex. But I don't think he would mind at all if someone actually watched him fuck you. Still I think he'd definitely bring you to a place where people just watch each other fuck, but only once to see what it's like and then maybe occasionally for fun.

- Thigh fucking - Listen I don't think he's one for punishments and stuff but if you do make him a little mad and he wants to teach you a lesson he won't fuck you and just use your thighs instead. So you can feel him oh so close to where you want him but not getting enough stimulation to get off, just little intentional cruel grazes on your clit every once in a while. If it was nothing too major then he'll still fuck you if you beg him enough.

- Begging - I don't think it's a major kink but he definitely likes hearing you beg when he's in a certain mood. Doesn't draw it out but a couple pleases and whines of his name drive him a little crazy.

- Pegging - I don't know if it's a recurring thing but every once in a while he loves it. Can you imagine the sounds he'd make while you were fucking him with slow but deep thrusts and jacking him off in time with your thrusts. He'd sound so pretty.

- Anal - He'd enjoy doing it with you too. Still don't think it would happen too often but it's definitely something he loves. The memories of you on your back and him fucking into your ass, fingering your pussy at the same time until you're dripping down his balls and can't even remember your name are some of his favorite of all time.

- Overstimulation - Likes making you cum as much as you can take but also enjoys driving the both of you to a point where you can barely take anymore but somehow can't stop moving.

- Somnophilia - He loves waking you with his head between your legs or with his fingers buried in your cunt. Loves when you wake him up the same way as well.

- Cockwarming - He loves having you on his lap or cuddling and loves being inside you so it's a win win situation.

- Marks - Hickeys, bite marks, scratches, etc. He loves all of them. Anything to let people see you're his and he is yours.

- Pain (a little) - I think he likes a little pain with his pleasure so he encourages you to bite and scratch him and pull on his hair. There might be some spanking from either of you but very softly and more in a playful manner.

- Bondage - It's a minor thing but he'd tie up your hands or have you tie up his from time to time, hands is as far as it goes though. I think he'd rather be able to touch you and you touch him. He likes feeling you whether it's soft touches or scratching his back hard enough it bleeds.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Lucien will fuck you anywhere. Favorite place is probably the bedroom or your house in general mostly because it means no interruptions. He'll literally fuck you in an alley or against a random tree in the woods though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think if you asked him for something he would try it with you at least once to make sure and, unless it was something he truly didn't like, he'd keep doing it with you occasionally even if he doesn't love it as much as you. But I don't see him physically hurting you even if you asked. Beron is very abusive so he probably can't hurt you without seeing his father.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes both equally. He probably eats you out before fucking you most days unless it's a quickie.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Depends. This feels like a bad answer but I really think Lucien doesn't have a preference per se. When he's in a softer mood he likes fucking you slow and sensually, building your pleasure for hours and until you both are more than satiated and can't stop your legs from shaking. But when he's in a rough mood or in a I-want-you-so-bad-i-need-you-right-now mood he'll fuck you hard and fast. There's also the playful or dirty moods when he's just doing the most filthy things to you but I wouldn't necessarily call them rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Like I said he'll fuck you anywhere but usually anywhere ends up being kind of a quick thing. He thinks of quickies like little treats before the full meal unless he genuinely doesn't have time and just wanted to feel you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah, he'll try most things at least once. And certain risks do make him a little hard.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can fuck you for hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Once again not sure about toys in the acotar world but if he ever ties you up (or the other way around) he has pretty ropes and cuffs. If we were talking in a modern setting than I just know he's the type to use your vibrator like it's his bestfriend. And going back to the pegging, glass dildos could exist in the acotar world so he definitely has those for you and for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think it depends on the days. There's always a little teasing with that mouth of his but he gives in with a laugh if you beg on most days. Now when he's in a mood good luck to you. Also enjoys being teased a little.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's loud. Moans, groans, growls, whines and whimpers - he doesn't care. He's also the definition of talking you through it and always tells you how good everything feels.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The fastest way to make him cum is pulling on his hair. If you wrap it around your hand and tug he'll let out the most delicious whimper and probably cum if he can't catch himself. If you abuse this fact too much he might tied up your pesky hands though ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I don't even know about size or girth but Lucien probably has the prettiest dick you've ever seen, I just know deep in my soul. It's also definitely not small at all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, especially with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You both fall asleep at the same time or just depending on who's more tired. He's not waiting on you to fall asleep or anything.

#lucien x reader #lucien smut #lucien vanserra smut #lucien vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra x you #lucien vanserra headcanons #acotar headcanon #lucien vanserra

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ervotica · 6 days

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pairings; tamlin x reader, tamlin x lucien vanserra, tamlin x elain archeron, lucien vanserra x reader, lucien vanserra x elain archeron, elain archeron x reader. tamlin x lucien x elain x reader. this is a poly fic!

a/n; my first tidbit of these four! still undecided on whether it will stay x reader or i’ll create an oc (leaning towards oc atm but let me know!) any thoughts or discussions for this dynamic and these four are open! my inbox is always open for them <3

warnings; none really just fluff, suggestiveness, established relationship dynamic, polycule

thinking about how hard elain would blush if you started calling her lainy.

she hides her face and muffles her giggles with the palm of her hand as you coo over her, the nickname falling from your honeyed lips in a way that has her skin prickling with heat, subtly fanning at the white-hot flush that seizes hold of her every nerve ending.

lucien positively roars with amusement at the effect you have on her, his willowy stature drifting over to the pair of you where you’re sat in the grass, hair tousled and windswept with the breeze of the spring morning. he presses a kiss to each of your cheeks and snorts at the residue of heat that emanates from elian’s milky skin, flushing her a soft shade of pink.

the way tamlin follows the redhead’s lilting laughter always amuses you, as though he has a sixth sense for the three of you, drawn to you like a magnet. he drops a kiss atop elain’s head fondly before he’s hooking his arms beneath your shoulders and hiking you up and into his lap to whisper tauntingly in your ear.

“teasing, are we, my flower?”

“never!” you gasp, swatting indignantly at his chest; he only tightens those thick corded arms in response, nudging at your jugular with the bridge of his nose. a deep hum seeps through his chest when you go limp and pliant, a content smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. he presses a kiss there, too— right at the crease of your lips, the lines carved into your face from years of laughter.

lucien’s lithe fingers are pushing at elain, ushering her into tamlin’s arms right beside you so he can cage the pair of you in, his arms easily finding purchase splayed over you both, sandwiching the four of you together in a mismatched sort of embrace. elain has gone soft against tamlin, mirroring you, ever the epitome of tranquility: eyes closed, a placid smile on your face as your mate nips and kisses at your bare neck.

lucien crowds your space some more, a fervent kiss pressed to each pair of lips in turn; he lingers on tamlin, his tongue darting out to probe further into the high lord’s mouth, jostling both you and elain slightly until you’re pressed chest to chest, trapped between the males as the sounds of wet kissing and deep, gravelly moans encase you. elain tugs you forward by means of her fingers curled around the bodice of your dress.

“c’mon,” you guide her out of the tangle of limbs, coming to rest only a few feet away from the males, who are now tearing at each other’s clothes. “animals…” you muse, eyes bright with laughter as you press a hand to her ribcage and nibble at her bottom lip. she gasps, instinctively arching to press more of her body to yours. she’s docile and receptive as you lay her down in the lawn and crawl on top of her.

you grin and it’s wicked, alight with mischief.

“come on, lainy. we don’t need those brutes to have fun.” her responding giggle is muffled by your mouth slanting over her own, soft hands - so unlike that of your mated males’ - threaded through her hair.

she thinks she’d do anything you’d ask her as long as you keep talking to her in that sweet voice.

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honeybeefae · 11 months

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Masturbation oor Uniform? I really need something with my Autumn boys 🍁

And another uniform. Imma have to take a shot every time I get a uniform fic request. But also the Lucien masturbation????? God I ALSO want to write it so bad (and so I did just now lmao)

He walks in and catches you in the library, his growing bulge becoming more and more prominent to you as he stares at you from the doorway.

His face is dark, mouth set in a hard line, but the fire in his eye tells an entirely different story than the stoic tale of his face. Your face flushes bright red in embarrassment, snapping your legs closed and bringing the blanket completely over your body.

It felt like he was burning a hole through your clothes as he stared at where your hand had just been. You fumble for apologies, the book you were enjoying now lying on the floor.

You couldn’t even hear your own words from how embarrassed you were. Lucien, a somewhat friend that you had made while staying with Vaasa and Jurian, had just caught you in the worst position possible.

As you began to stand you flinched when he held his hand out firmly, his long arms crossed over each other as he strode into the room. You felt sweat beginning to gather on the back of your neck as he rounded the couch corner, his red hair growing brighter from the flames of the hearth.

“You couldn’t do this in your own room?” He asked slowly, eyebrow raised as he finally made eye contact. You shrunk further into the couch.

“Cat got your tongue?” Lucien continued, jaw clenching. “You were so brazen to do this out in the open, where anyone could walk in, so why so shy now?”

“Lucien, please.” You pleaded softly, tears forming in the corner of your eyes from shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home, just-“

“Show me.”

Your mouth clicked shut audibly, eyes widening as you stared at him in surprise. Had he just said what you thought he said? Was this a dream?

He wasn’t pleased with your delay as he suddenly appeared in front of your face, his large hands on either side of the couch as he bent down to your eye level.

“You wanted an audience, a thrill.” He murmured, lips tugging up in a smirk. “You wanted me to see you, didn’t you? You couldn’t help yourself.”

You tried to shake your head but he caught your chin between his index finger and thumb, holding you still. “I don’t want lies or denial. I want you to show me what you do between those satin sheets at night, hear those pretty little moans as you imagine me buried deep inside you. I want you to show me.”

(Okay this got out of hand but you get it it’s hot I gotta fan myself bc omg this is amazing)

#acotar #lucien x reader smut #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar smut #lucien fic #lucien vanserra smut #lucien smut #lucien x reader #lucien x reader acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotar smut #acotar imagine

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jeannineee · 6 months

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Kinktober Day Seventeen: Outdoor Sex

Lucien Vanserra x Reader

warnings: smut of course, p in v, praise, this one’s fairly tame tbh. kinktober masterlist

“It’s odd, being back here,” Lucien said as he watched the clouds above, a far-away look on his face.

You accompanied Lucien on a diplomatic trip to the Spring Court, knowing his first time back would be challenging. After an entire day filled with meetings and discussion, Lucien whisked you away to a secluded flower field, on the edge of Tamlin’s estate.

The Spring Court looked like…well…spring. A vibrant display of tulips and daffodils covered the ground, filling the air with a floral scent.

You took in the scene before you, and turned your gaze back to Lucien. He seemed—wistful, perhaps. Nostalgic. The Spring Court had been his home for a long time. Mixed feelings were to be expected.

As if watching the gears turn in your head, Lucien pressed a kiss to your nose and said, “I’m fine, love.”

You smiled warmly, brushing your lips against his. “I know.”

“Do you?” He placed a hand over his heart. “Because I can feel your worry, right here.”

“You know I’ll always worry about you.” You placed your hand over his, which Lucien brought to his mouth, kissing your palm.

“I’m alright. I promise. Just…sentimental, I suppose.”

“But you’re not upset?”

Your mate arched a brow. “Upset? Not at all. In fact…” he trailed off, raking his eyes over your form. “I’ve been meaning to ask where you got that sundress.”

Your cheeks flushed at the hunger in his gaze. “Feyre had it made for me.”

“Hm.” A smirk crept on Lucien’s face as he traced a finger along the low neckline of your dress, goosebumps rising over your flesh.

Heat spread between your legs as his hand trailed lower, his thumb swirling over one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Don’t be a tease,” you said, half-pouting.

Lucien let out a chuckle at that. “I wouldn’t dream of it, love. You know I can’t deny you.”

You were half-tempted to argue, knowing full well that he enjoys denying you, but the words died in your throat as Lucien grabbed your waist, pulling you on top of him.

You planted your hands on either side of his head as you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. He groaned as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, the sensation making him harden beneath you.

You ground against him, whimpering as Lucien roughly squeezed your hips in warning.

“Don’t be a tease,” he hissed, echoing your earlier protest.

“Such a baby,” you quipped. As you undid his pants, the look in his eyes told you that you’d be paying for that comment later.

Lucien watched as you freed his length, and slid your panties down your legs. The two of you moaned in unison as you sunk down onto him, setting a steady pace.

Lucien placed his hands on your hips, guiding your rhythm. “That’s it, fuck, you feel so good.”

Your heart fluttered at the need in his voice. You braced your hands on his muscular chest as you rode him, unable to contain the moans that spilled from your lips.

“You’re so—shit, baby—so pretty like this,” Lucien said, groaning as your walls tightened around him. “Taking my cock so well.”

You could only whimper in response, the familiar heat that built in your tummy making it impossible to form a proper sentence. Lucien felt it too, guiding you to lay against his chest as he took over, thrusting up into you.

“Fuck, I know you’re close, love.” Lucien groped your ass as pounded into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over. “Come for me, come on my cock.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, babbling his name as your orgasm swept through you. Lucien cursed as your cunt milked him, releasing his warmth inside you.

Lucien stayed buried inside you as the two of you caught your breath. He grabbed your chin, swiping his tongue over your lower lip before kissing you lazily.

You savored the kiss for a few moments, murmuring against his lips, “We’re going to be late for the dinner party.”

“I could not care less.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar headcanon #acotar fanfiction #acomaf #acotar smut #smut #lucien x reader #Lucien Vanserra x reader #Lucien smut #Lucien Vanserra smut

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throneofsmut · 6 months

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MASTERLIST

Wattpad Link: If you prefer to read fics that way.

A Court Of Thrones And Roses

Azriel

IGNITED - part 1 ( coming soon )

Cassian

You Only Have To Ask

Eris Vanserra

Bound In Flames

Crescent City

Fourth wing

Throne Of Glass

Kinktober 2023

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acourtofsmut · 2 years

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red hot handprints

(dom!lucien x sub!reader)

rating: NSFW/18+

warnings: pet names (my love/little minx), spanking (f.receiving), light restraint, sub space, and mild foot play

a/n: so I wrote this whole thing like two nights ago… then, my phone died and it fucking disappeared!?! 😡 after calming myself down, 😇 I resolved to rewrite it. Lucien’s hands must be so warm, and I just have a feeling that he would love the look of his handprints on your ass… 🤭 i hope you enjoy! much love 🤍! 🫶🏻

summary: fed up with Lucien ignoring you, you decide to take matters into your own hands which quickly results with you bent over his lap… enduring the wrath of his red hot hands.

Those luscious, red locks… captivating eyes, one russet and one gold… beautifully scarred face… mouth-watering, golden-brown skin. You had been wanting Lucien all day, each glimpse of him leaving your cheeks flushed and the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as he went about his busy schedule. The quick kisses and lingering touches he granted you throughout the day keeping you uncomfortably warm, longing for the moment the two of you could retire to your bedroom for the night, truly having him all to yourself.

However, the moment you two were alone, Lucien had other plans. He had promised to only spend at most thirty minutes finishing up his paperwork, but, for the past hour he has been ignoring your pleas for attention. Hunched over his desk, not even deigning to turn himself around to give you a glance.

Utterly restless, you couldn’t even distract yourself by reading the romance novel you were currently obsessed with. Slowly, the seed of frustration within your chest sprouted roots, making you bolder as you grew needier and needier. As a last resort, you decided to take matters into your own hands, becoming desperate enough to do the one thing you have never needed to do since you’ve been with Lucien… the one thing Lucien has told you countless times would result in you bent over his lap.

“If you think that I can’t see where your hands are going, then you are sadly mistaken, my love,” Lucien’s gruff voice drawls, sending a shiver down your spine as your hand descends towards the hem of your lacy, pink nightgown. Of course, you already knew he would be able to sense the destination of your hand, ever perceptive of your every move.

Ignoring his warning, your hand continues it’s path.

“(Y/n), you better not…” his words falling on deaf ears.

“But you won’t touch me-” you begin to whine, hoping to coax him away from that desk, only to be interrupted.

“My love, give me ten more minutes and I promise you can have me all to yourself,” he exasperates, head finally turning towards you sprawled on the bed, tired eyes darkening as he takes in the scrap of lace barely concealing your body from his roaming eyes. Arching a perfectly sculpted eye brow, he asks, “do you think you can do that for me?”.

You shake your head in defiance, pouting, growing beyond frustrated. The scent of your arousal permeating the room, you could tell the exact moment your heady musk reaches him. His nostrils flaring, jaw clenching slightly while the grip on his pen tightens. His faltering restraint emboldening you to make the final move. You lift the hem of your nightgown up to your belly, exposing your glistening core to his hungry eyes.

“Either you touch me, or I’ll touch myself,” you declare, spreading your legs wide, beginning to trace your fingertips along your inner thighs. A mischievous glint lighting up in your eyes, testing his limits.

“You little minx,” he snarls with amusement, closing the distance between the two of you swiftly. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself face down, bent over his lap, bare ass on display for his eyes to feast upon. Putting up a little fight, you try and wriggle yourself out of his grasp. Chuckling lightly, he pushes you back down on the bed with ease. Your heart rate accelerating as you feel him fastening both your hands with one of his behind your back. Your belly tightens, silently loving the mild restraint.

You feel a large, hot hand stroking the skin along the back of your thighs all the way up to your plump cheeks, preparing you for the punishment you are bound to receive. Squealing, his lips pepper kisses along your sensitive lower back, sucking lightly as he parts with a hum in appreciation.

“So needy, so impatient,” he muses, kneading the soft flesh. Goosebumps erupting as he gives your ass a light, affectionate swat.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… trying to touch yourself right in front of me…” he tuts, “so bold,” he adds, nipping your ass with his teeth. You hiss at the slight pain, your body tensing, left leg kicking up at the knee. With preternatural reflexes, his hand shoots out, catching your foot in a tight grip, thumb pressing into the sole. You giggle, squirming on his lap, fighting against the ticklish sensation, thumb now starting to draw circles. Gripping his hand tighter, nails digging into his skin, pleas fall from your lips. Begging for him to relinquish his torture. Finally taking mercy on you, he stops the motion, planting a kiss to the spot his thumb was. Leaving you trying to catch your breath, tears lining your eyes from laughing so hard.

“And, you know what happens when you are bold…” he chides, mumbling against your foot, voice taking on a gravelly tone laced with arousal. You practically scream, mouth falling open silently when you feel his hot, wet tongue dip out. Tracing from your heel to the tip of your big toe. With the final flick of his tongue, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, tears swelling. As the tension leaves your body, the ache in your core becomes more pronounced… and absolutely unbearable.

“Please, just spank me already,” you half plead, half demand, voice cracking. Pushing your bottom up into the cup of his hand while unsuccessfully trying to turn yourself around to catch a glance of the gorgeous male.

“Hmmm, my poor little minx can’t even handle a little tickling…,” Lucien teases, lips quirking upward, clearly enjoying your helpless, needy state.

He lands a light swat on your left cheek causing you to jump. You hum out in appreciation, relishing in the burning sensation. His hot hand soothing the light sting.

Tears finally falling in relief, you whimper out, “more please.”

“Alright, alright, my love… how many do you want?” Lucien concedes.

“H-how ever m-many you w-want…,” you stutter out through small gasps, clearly worked up as Lucien’s long fingers dip into the wetness between your legs.

“Let’s see how many spanks it takes to make your perfect ass redder than my hair,” he purrs, your core clenching at his lewd words. Wetness leaking down your folds, mostly likely dripping onto the bedsheets. Smelling your rush of arousal, Lucien’s growl echoes throughout the room. Squirming in anticipation, you bite your lip as you rub against his hard bulge hearing him hiss out at the friction.

“Count for me, my love.”

Smack!

Jumping at the burning sensation, your brows furrowing as your cheeks clench momentarily. You whimper out softly, “one.”

Smack! Smack!

Hissing when he plants two successive spanks on the same area, just below your left ass cheek.

“Gods… your ass is already turning pink,” he muses, “so fucking adorable.”

Lucien’s hand practically dwarfing your left thigh, palm resting on the back as his long fingers splayed on the curve of your inner thigh, pointer finger gliding through the wetness along the seam of your folds.

“Three!” you moan out when the tip of his finger circles around your swollen bud gently, avoiding the most sensitive part of you. Too soon, his hand leaves your core.

You feel the rush of air before the strike of his hand this time, tensing prematurely.

SMACK!

Breath hitching in your throat, a groan escapes your lips. More guttural than any noise you’ve made tonight. Your bottom burning from the harsh force of the spank.

“F-four,” mewling, you can’t help the hiccup that erupts.

“Good little minx,” Lucien praises, rewarding you by releasing your arms from the strained position they were in. Sighing in relief, he helps you place your arms underneath your head, dropping kisses along the length of your spine. Melting into his touch, you hum in appreciation. Once he arrives at your tailbone, your short reprieve is over.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Left, right, left. Reeling at the assault, your hands instinctively grip the bedsheets. Thighs squeezing shut, eyes closing. Lost in the overwhelming sensation. The sensitive skin left burning, as your mind is slightly fuzzy.

“How many?” his voice seems muffled, like he’s far away. Too far away. Able to prop yourself up and turn to face him, your pink, tear-stained cheeks make his chest pull taught. With wide eyes peering up at him, you beg, “kiss, please,” softly.

“How many, my love?” he repeats himself, hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs wiping away your tears.

Blinking up at him, your brows furrow adorably, trying to remember what number you were on and how many spanks you needed to add.

“Six?” you guess.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “seven,” he corrects affectionately, smirking to himself at your worked up state.

Pouting out your bottom lip, Lucien lowers his head to capture your bottom lip, tugging lightly. Your lips part automatically, inviting him inside. Tongue dipping into your mouth briefly, tasting you.

Too soon for your liking, he pulls away, glancing back at your ass. Chuckling lightly, he gives you another peck.

“Well, my love, it only took seven spanks…”, he drawls as his hand traces the curve of your spine, down, down, down to your raw cheeks, “to get your perfect little ass redder than my hair,” he graces each cheek with a light peck, almost apologetically, making you shudder.

“Sorry for ignoring you, my love. There’s no excuse for leaving you feeling so neglected that you need to touch yourself,” he admits, voice taking on a sincere tone, maneuvering you to lay on your stomach, head resting on a pillow.

“S’okay,” you mumble out, eyes closes shut from exhaustion. His limbs wrapping around you, cocooning you in his embrace. Breathing in his comforting scent of fallen leaves and rich oak, you sigh in content. Completely sated, you savor the feeling of being in his arms.

“Although, I do have to say… I quite like how your ass looks when it’s painted with my red, hot handprints,” he purrs into your ear, leaving a lingering kiss to your temple.

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