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gothicbabydollz · 2 years

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PROFESSOR LORCAN PLS PLS PLSPSLPSLSPSLSPOSPSLSPSJSODNCB

Mr Salvaterre had a little lamb

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Pairings: Professor!Lorcan x f!student!reader

Warnings: smut, kinda dark?, age gap (reader is over 18), innocence kink, praise kink, spanking, clit play, crying, dacryphilia, corruption, pet names (sweetheart, little girl, little lamb)

Summary: Your college professor isn’t pleased that you’re distracted in his class, ruining his plans to finally act on his need for you. Lorcan supposes he’ll just have to punish you instead.

Word count: around 3.7k

a/n: don’t worry, you’ll get that reward in pt 2. thanks for helping with titles, sweetie!! @ofelia-writesxox

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You haven’t been paying attention. The discussion surrounding the class’s latest assignment going through one ear and out the other. Ever since you stepped into the classroom 2 hour prior, you couldn’t find it in you to focus. You’re supposed to be taking notes to help you study tonight. But your hand hasn’t moved in a long while. You can’t even remember what exactly you were to be taking notes on. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. You’re a straight A student for gods sake. College is your top priority. You don’t dabble in usual college life activities, late night parties or drunken hookups. You’ve never been distracted. Until, of course, you started taking this class. And the reason for such distraction?

Well, he’s standing in front of the entire class, leaning back casually against his desk. Professor Salvaterre.

He’s a good teacher- a great one actually. It’s one of the reasons why you’re so enamoured by him. That, and his looks, his voice, the way he carries himself. He makes you feel excited, a tingling excitement that seems to stem from deep in your tummy. You get hot all over whenever he praises you for getting an answer right, and when he hands you back little encouraging notes along with your marked papers. You try and remind yourself that he probably does that for everyone he teaches. Yet you can’t stifle your own mind, your thoughts about your professor becoming more and more salacious as the nights go on. You imagine him praising you…for pleasing him in more ways than simply showing how smart you are. You remind yourself to wash your pillow before you sleep tonight. After sending in your near-perfect assignment essay last night, you had gotten so riled up to thought of Professor Salvaterre marking your work on the other side of your computer screen. You could practically see his faint smile and hear his deep voice as he pointed out which parts he thought were excellent. So, you’d taken your pillow and rubbed your bare self against it, a hand slapped over your mouth so that your roommates, Aedion and Lysandra wouldn’t hear your little moans.

Every fantasy you have is causing each class harder to sit through without your mind running wild. Which is why you’ve done nothing but stare at your professor all morning. He’s so handsome, you can’t tear your eyes away. His height is ridiculous, even from where you sit, you feel as though he’s still towering over you. You’d have to strain your neck to look into his eyes if you were standing directly in front of him. He’s dressed in his usual attire. Black slacks, tight around his large thighs, thick with muscle you believe. They bulge each time he takes a seat. A worn-out belt holds them up, he occasionally hooks his thumbs through the loops; the action makes you smile to yourself. Professor Salvaterre always shirts that are a little too small for him, sitting snug around his chest and shoulders. It’s white today. Top button undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tanned skin littered with dark hairs. Prominent veins run down his forearms to his hands. Those huge hands, capable of smothering your own. You remember the time he read aloud to the class, making the rather large book appear tiny in his hold. You had to hold your breath each time he licked the pad of his thumb to turn a page.

As your gaze travels up from his hands, you finally notice your professor’s dark, piercing gaze, locked directly on you. That’s when you hear him calling your name. You sit up to attention, blinking out of whatever trance you were in. Hearing someone snigger, you burn with embarrassment and fight back the urge to hide. Your professor cocks his head sympathetically, “I asked if you had the answer?” he repeats softly. The answer? What’s the answer to the question you didn’t even hear him ask? You shake your head, defeated. “I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry.” Professor Salvaterre sighs deeply, a look of disappointment washing over his features. That look alone hurts more than the embarrassment you feel. “That’s a shame,” he takes a step forward, eyes still on you, “Focus, y/n. How you participate in my class will impact your final grade.” You nod and find the ability to breathe once he tears his gaze away from you to scan the class. “That goes for all of you. Keep that in mind for next week because time is up.” Clapping his hands together, the class begins to pack up.

You curse under your breath when you finally look down. A large splotch of ink has ruined whatever notes you had managed to take at the start of the lesson. You’ll have to ask Aedion for his, as he took this class last year. Not that you have much hope for his notes, all he ever did was complain about the subject. Sighing, you shut your notebook and shove it into your back as you prepare to leave, ready to go stow away in your bedroom for the rest of the day. At least until Lysandra and Aedion show up with takeout to make you feel better.

As you’re making your way out, professor Salveterre calling your name yet again causes you to pause in your tracks. You turn to him, “Yes, sir?” He’s still standing by his desk, arms folded across his chest with his head tilted to look at you. “Can you stay behind a minute? I would like a word regarding your involvement in class today.” He explains, making your stomach flip as though you’re a child in trouble for getting caught lying. Nodding, you slowly make your way towards him as the last of your classmates leave. You flinch when the door clicks shut, trapping you alone with your professor. “I’m really sorry, professor. I know I should’ve been paying attention, I just- “

“You’re a smart girl,” He silences your rambling, “Very smart.” You’re left confused as ever when he walks around his desk, tugging open his top drawer to pull out a collection of papers. Unsure of what to say, you simply watch your professor as he returns to you. “As expected, top marks. Good job, sweetheart.” You thought he was going to lecture you for being unfocused, but instead he hands you a printed copy of the essay you submitted the night before. You try to conceal how the name he used is affecting you by staring down at the paper in your hand and asking, “You’ve already marked them all?” You flick through the pages, examining his highlights, pointing out good work and a few suggestions for improvement. “Just yours. Last night.” You freeze. Skin heating, reminded of your activities as you fantasized about him marking this very essay. He was doing exactly as you’d imagined. All while you relieved yourself at the thought. You force yourself to keep turning the pages and your gaze catches at the sticky note attached with his little message for you. Letting you know how proud he is. “Thank you, sir.” You smile to yourself. “Ah,” He catches onto what you’re smiling about, “I quite enjoy writing those for you.” Brows furrowing, you look up at your professor with a little shake of your head, “You write those for everybody.” That’s what you’ve been telling yourself anyway. But professor Salvaterre chuckles, his smirk intoxicating, “They’re reserved only for my favourite student.” Your tummy flutters wildly in response.

He takes your stunned silence as an opportunity to take the essay from your hands and toss it onto his desk behind him. “As I said, sweetheart,” Your professor takes a step towards you, he’s so close you’re left staring at his chest, you can smell his cologne. And god, if he doesn’t stop calling you ‘sweetheart’, you’re going to melt into a puddle at his feet. “You’re a smart girl. A good girl.” Your lips part in a silent gasp, a blush tinting your cheeks. You feel his eyes on you, yet you can’t raise your chin and let him see what his words do to you. He’s your professor. That’s all. This is just your mind acting crude. “But you were distracted today, that’s what you were going to say, right? What I want to know, is why.” And finally, here it is. The lecture you’ve been expecting. But before you can start apologizing, come up with a silly excuse and promise to never do it again…he continues. “Does it have anything to do with the way you’ve been staring at me all morning?”

Guilt eats you from the inside out. You’ve been caught for something highly inappropriate. You chew on your bottom lip as your mind races with the possible outcomes of this. “I’ve noticed your eyes on me for a while now,” He adds. You have to turn your head to the side as tears bite at your eyes, threatening to spill. Distractions get you in trouble. You’ve managed to avoid them for so long, you should’ve known this would happen. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, attempting to keep your voice from wavering. You hear him sigh and you jump, startled when you feel warm fingers grasping your chin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he moves your head, tilting your chin up until he can see your face. When you finally look at him, you find your professor smirking down at you, “Why do you think I leave those notes for you if I don’t enjoy seeing you get all flustered?”

A stray tear falls when you blink at him in surprise, trying to work out whether this is really happening or if it’s another erotic dream. His thumb catches the tear, wiping it into your skin when he strokes your cheek. This can’t be real, he’s your- he’s your teacher. But he’s been doing everything possible to obtain a reaction from you, he wanted this to happen. As if sensing your thoughts, “That’s right, sweetheart. I’ve been watching you too. How could I not? You’ve always been my good girl, my perfect student.” Your heart is pounding so hard, you’re almost sure he can hear it. He looks amused, watching you realize that he’s just as consumed with desire for you as you are with him. His hand slips to the back of your neck, using his gentle grip to tug you closer. You gasp, hands landing on his chest to steady yourself. “You’ve been so good for so long. And I had a special reward in mind for you today, sweetheart.” How is this happening? How have you let yourself be lured in like prey? You’re a lamb, chasing happily after the butterfly of reward and praise, unaware of the wolf waiting ever so patiently to pounce when you stumble. And once his teeth have sunk, there’s no escaping. “But you just had to misbehave this morning, didn’t you?”

The wolf’s teeth have found their mark. His grip on the back of your neck tightens, causing a whimper to escape. You didn’t expect to feel to wounded knowing your professor is disappointed in you. Fresh tears line your eyes, it’s taking all your strength to hold them at bay. You can’t deny you haven’t secretly dreamt of this moment for months, dreamt of that special reward. And now to hear that he’s changed his mind due to your misconduct? The humiliation is unbearable. Here you stand, pressing close to your college professor, tiptoeing on a line that will be impossible to come back from if you were to cross over. But you’re willing to do anything if it means he’ll forgive you. “Please, Sir. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Your voice wobbles, a sob threatening to break free.

“I know, sweetheart,” He sighs, stepping out of the way so he can use his hold to move you as he wishes, “I know it was a mistake, you didn’t mean it.” Your professor walks you forward, until your hips are pressing against the edge of his desk. Then you feel the heat of him behind you, leaning down so his lips hover right by your ear. “But I need you to understand that bad girls don’t get rewards. Bad girls, get punished. Is that what you need?” His breath against your skin makes you shiver, and you nod with a pout on your lips. “Say it.”

“Yes, sir. I deserve to be punished,” You can’t fight the anticipation crawling down your spine. Who knew the thought of him punishing you would get you just as excited? Maybe even a little more. It’s exhilarating. “That’s right,” You can hear the smirk in his voice, “Now, if you can take your punishment like a good girl…then you might find yourself with a little reward after all.” Your professor’s hand is hot against your back as he pushes you down over his desk, your upper body sprawled across his paperwork. Your heart has never beat so fast, you have no idea what he’s going to do to you. Yet you’re nodding, almost babbling, “I can, sir, I will. I’ll be good, I promise.” His praise his too good to lose, you’ll do anything for him.

He only laughs at your eagerness to please him. You jump, feeling warm fingertips brushing the back of your bare thighs. Being bent over your professor’s desk has caused your skirt to ride up, the curve of your behind just visible below the hem. His fingers reach the fabric, and you forget how to breathe, yet lust overtakes any doubts in your mind. Professor Salvaterre curses when he flips your skirt up, exposing the cute, cotton panties hugging your ass so perfectly. “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groans, taking handfuls of your plump flesh in his grip. You whine in response, body subconsciously pushing back against him. Your professor sighs, fondling your ass softly in his palms. “Remember, sweetheart. I’m doing this for your benefit,” He warns before his touch leaves you, you’re about to turn your head to look at him before you’re taken by surprise. Pain blossoming across your backside.

The harsh, sudden spank causes your whole body to tense up, a loud yelp caught in your throat. Eyes watering, you press your forehead to his desk. He soothes the sting by rubbing circles over your skin, “I know it hurts, but you need to learn. How are you going to remain my perfect little student if I let you get away with being distracted in class? So, as much as I want to worship your pretty little body, I’m still your teacher and I want you to do well.” He’s right. He’s always right. With a nod, you widen the stance of your legs, prepared to endure your punishment. “Good girl.” The praise shoots between your legs, allowing you to feel a moment of pleasure before he lands the next spank. Right over the previous one. You hiccup, tears slipping down your cheeks.

He doesn’t give you a moments break before he spanks you for a third time, harder than before. You squirm, hips digging painfully into the edge of the desk as you try to escape the stinging. “Shh, sweetheart, I know. Just two more and you’re all done,” He coos, rubbing your poor, tender ass, “You’re doing so well.” As much as your punishment hurts, there’s a pulsing between your legs that’s only becoming stronger, begging to be relieved. Two more. That’s all. And then maybe your professor will give you the reward you so desperately want.

The final two spanks have your silent tears dripping onto the essay paper on the desk. It’s yours. You watch the bright red A blurs on the page as you attempt to calm your breathing. The stringing numbing down to a dull throb. Professor Salvaterre runs his fingers over your skin, admiring the handprints bruising your backside. “I’m almost sad we don’t have class tomorrow, sweetheart. It would be so amusing to watch you squirm knowing I’m the reason it hurts to sit this pretty little ass in your seat,” he hums as he thinks about it. And you whine quietly, you’re going to have to use a pillow to sit down for the next couple days. He hears the sound and pulls you up from his desk, “C’mere, little girl. You’re all done.” He turns you to face him, hand rising to your cheek, like he’s going to wipe away your tears. But he pauses before his skin can meet yours, his eyes roaming your face, as if he enjoys the sight of you crying. His palm cups the side of your neck instead. “Learnt anything from today?”

You nod, letting your arms wrap around his waist, “When I’m a good girl, you reward me,” you sniffle, pouting, “And when I’m a bad girl, you punish me.” Your professor chuckles, free hand playing with the hem of your skirt. “That’s right. And you’re going to be good from now on, hm? And give me an excuse to do everything I want to your pretty little body?” He asks, fingers slipping beneath your skirt, sliding slowly up. You gasp when he makes contact with your damp, panties. “Yes!” You almost cry out, “Yes, sir.” His smirk is deadly, “You took your punishment well, sweetheart. What do you want as your reward?” he your clothed heat, feeling your wetness seep through the cotton.

“I want-“ You swallow, finding yourself breathless from the way your professor is touching your most intimate places, “I want to kiss you…please?” His expression softens as your innocence shines through, he wasn’t expecting such a small and simple request. He leans down, granting your request, his eyes search yours before he presses his lips to yours. Not having much experience, you’re aware you’re not a very good kisser. Yet he doesn’t seem to mind, guiding your lips with his in slow, gentle movements. Your grip on his waist tightens, your mind still unable to process that this is really happening.

Your lips part in a moan as his fingers press against your clit, and your professor takes that as an opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth. His thumb pushes your chin up, tilting your head back to allow him to deepen the kiss. His tongue is warm and wet, gliding over yours. He’s confident whereas you’re shy, your tongue tentatively brushing his, stuttering with each circle of his fingers over your sensitive clit. You’re gasping and whining into his mouth, trying your hardest to keep up with his kisses. But his fingers feel so good, never slowing as he plays with your pulsing nub, sending pleasure spiraling through your veins. It tightens over and over in the pit of your tummy, making your muscles begin to tense up. You let yourself get lost in him, focusing on the pleasure his mouth and fingers are giving you. Your professor kisses you passionately while he winds your body up like a clock. You’re whimpers pass into his mouth, he’s hungrily swallowing each one down, tongue always coming back for more.

Your thighs quiver. You feel his hand leaving your neck to wrap his arm around your waist, keeping you steady. You can feel your peak swiftly approaching, keeping up with his tongue becoming more and more difficult. He can feel you struggling and smirks, “There it is, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your lips, “You’re almost there.” Your hands move to grip his arms, nails digging into him as he takes you higher. You feel his muscles moving from the hand buried beneath your skirt. He lays his forehead against your temple to watch every reaction on your face, his nose presses against your cheek, his hot breaths heating your skin.

Your eyes squeeze shut when your climax begins to wash over your body. It hits you in waves, each one sending a small jolt through you. You’re glad he’s there to hold you upright, otherwise your knees would’ve buckled and sent you falling to the floor. Your breaths are labored, coming out in short gasps for air. In and out. You remind yourself when you feel as though you’re going to stop breathing altogether. “Good girl,” your professor praises, helping you through it all.

He removes his hand from between your legs when your body relaxes, having ridden out the very last aftershocks. Professor Salvaterre straightens, towering over you once again. Your face heats as you think about all that has just occurred. From your college professor spanking you to making cum in your panties. You don’t know whether to be happy or ashamed. “You feel okay, little lamb?” he asks, taking a step back to really get a look at you. You can’t help the grin when you nod, lost for words. He laughs, brushing a stray strand of your hair out of your face, “Sweetheart. That was only a taster of what I’m going to do to you.”

You smile drops, as does your tummy. He makes you feel so aroused with just a few simple words. Yet, you’re relieved to know that this isn’t just a one time thing. And it makes you excited for the next time you see him, you’ll be on your bestest behaviour if it means he’ll make you feel like this again. “You’ll have to run along now. I’ve got another class to teach soon,” he sighs, both of you clearly disappointed with having to leave each other. Your chin bobs, “Yes, professor,” you try a step, doing your best not to squirm due to the dampness between your legs. “I think you’re allowed to call me Lorcan now,” he- Lorcan tells you.

That brings back your smile, “I’ll see you next week…Lorcan.” His name rolls off your tongue so easily, so perfectly. Lorcan smirks once again, “I like hearing you say that,” he chuckles before sighing, “I’ll see you next lesson, little lamb. Behave.” He adds, patting your ass to hear you hiss. To make you remember exactly what will happen if you don’t…

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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People can hate Lorcan all they like, but at the end of the day he never punched Elide in the face or told her that she should be dead.

He never drugged Elide or forced her to give him lap dances or twisted a bone in her arm until she agreed to his bargain.

He never told Elide that everyone hated her or stood by while his family locked her in a house or let his family threaten to kill her or throw her in a dungeon or force her to hike.

Lorcan's not perfect, but he's definitely one of the best/unproblematic males SJM has ever written.

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live-the-fangirl-life · 2 years

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“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.” for elorcan 👀👀

Tell Me S’more

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre

“The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”

Halloween Dialogue Prompts

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warnings: Language, Scary Stories

2003 words

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Elide stuffed another marshmallow on the skewer and held it over the fire. She half listened to the conversations and bickering around her, occasionally putting in her two cents as she focused on getting her marshmallow a perfect golden brown. She hated when the flames caught and scorched it and left it a crumbling charred mess.

On another night, if her marshmallow burned, she could’ve given it, albeit dejectedly, to her boyfriend who for reasons she couldn’t comprehend liked his marshmallows burnt. But not tonight. Tonight, Lorcan was sitting on the opposite side of the fire from her, separated on each side by their friends. Tonight, she couldn’t give him a burnt s’more without the confused or shocked looks from their friends. Because tonight, she and Lorcan had to pretend like they haven’t been secretly dating for a month and a half.

So, tonight, Elide focused on her marshmallow.

“Okay, okay, here we go,” Aelin sat next to Elide and grabbed a flashlight from her bag before turning it on and holding it beneath her face. The light caught on her cheekbones and cast shadows over her skin. “Who’s ready to have nightmares tonight?”

“You don’t need to tell a story for that, Galathynius,” Lorcan smirked. “You’re disturbing enough.”

“I think you mean delightful, Salvaterre, not that you’d know what that is.”

Elide cringed inwardly. This was why she and Lorcan were keeping their relationship to themselves for now. She loved Aelin, and she lo—really liked Lorcan, but Aelin and Lorcan could be at each other’s throats on a good day.

Rolling her eyes, Elide nudged Aelin with her shoulder. “Come on, watch’ya got?”

As her friend began to tell the story, Elide caught Lorcan’s eye. His dark brows had raised a bit at her interjection, and he flashed her a quick wink as she discreetly rolled her eyes at his amusement. She lost track of the story as she kept her attention on her boyfriend. It really was a cruel joke of their own making that she wasn’t sitting next to him, curled up into his side. By the look that flashed across his face, she knew he was thinking the same thing and cursing the fire that separated them.

“Virgins? Really?” Fenrys interrupted, drawing Elide’s attention and earning a glare from Aelin. “That’s so cliché.”

The blonde opened her mouth to reply but Lysandra beat her to the punch. “What, not interested anymore knowing it isn’t coming after you?”

“Fuck off, Ennar,” he scoffed but any annoyance was negated by his self-satisfied grin.

The story went on, and even if the tale itself was lackluster, Aelin had a way of captivating people’s attention. It wasn’t long before everyone was leaning closer to the fire, listening to a story about a horrifying creature that lived in the very woods to their backs.

“A creature that fearsome and bloodthirsty doesn’t need to be clever. Anyone with a lick of common sense may just outwit the monster, but its prey rarely survives long enough to try. It doesn’t have a name. The lucky, or unlucky, few who do escape its clutches are never the same; only lucid enough to recall its jagged claws and gruesome teeth, warning others about the beast that prowls these woods. Don’t go looking for the monster, it very well may be the last thing you ever do.”

Silence stretched out around them as Aelin turned off the flashlight…only to be broken by Fenrys wetly blowing into his palm, eliciting a loud fart noise. “Is that the best you can do?” He laughed as he narrowly missed the flashlight flung at his head.

Elide knew Lorcan was about to chime in and she tried shaking her head but he continued anyway.

“Where did you find that?” He mocked. “From some kiddie Halloween book?”

Elide arched a brow at him and replied drily, “Yeah, ‘cause a kid’s book would have a monster who specifically attacks virgins.”

“Exactly,” Aedion argued, but used her point oppositely, “it goes after all of them. Scary.”

Lysandra nudged his shoulder with an eye roll, “Most of them wouldn’t even know what virgin means.”

“And that’s,” Rowan nodded, “where the story turns scary for the adults who have to bullshit their way through that explanation.”

“That’s convoluted,” Elide scoffed and met Lorcan’s amused stare over the fire.

“Maybe,” Her boyfriend shrugged before turning back to Aelin, “Doesn’t matter though, ‘cause it still sucks.”

Scoffing and crossing her arms, Aelin countered, “Like you could do better.”

“Better than a half-wit monster?” His voice dripped with condescension. “Yeah, I think so.”

Individual voices rose and bled together as everyone chimed in with their own opinions. Marshmallows were thrown across the fire in between insults and laughter, and while everyone else was focused on arguing, Elide found Lorcan’s gaze again. Truthfully, he’d barely taken his eyes off her – she could feel the intensity of his stare on her skin and prayed she didn’t look as flushed as she felt. If she did, she could blame it on the fire.

He was smirking at her and Elide’s eyes darted around the group ensuring no one else noticed. When their eyes locked again, his smirk was impossibly wider. She rolled her eyes, biting back a grin of her own. As much as she wished they weren’t pretending, it was exciting having a secret just between them.

Snap!

A loud cracking sounded from the woods.

The conversation immediately halted, and everyone’s heads swung around towards the noise. Nervous laughter jumped around the group as they shifted uneasily. It was just a story, but it was also dark and Halloween. Murmurs of there’s nothing out there echoed.

Another branch snapped loudly from the darkness, followed quickly by a second, louder snap, once again silencing the group.

“Aelin, are you doing this?” Aedion asked uneasily as he shifted in his seat and side-eyed his cousin. “Did you set this up?”

Lysandra scoffed and lightly hit his shoulder.

“Nah,” Lorcan disagreed, “she isn’t that clever.”

Sometimes Elide thought Lorcan goaded Aelin just for the fun of it… and because he had a death wish. Before Aelin could bite his head off, Elide arched a brow and leaned forward before taunting, “Why don’t you go see what that noise was then?”

Lorcan turned towards her and beneath the annoyance that he wore for show – mostly for show – she could see the heat simmering there. He shook his head, scoffing, “Right, because I’m going to walk into the supposedly haunted forest. I’ve watched horror movies; I know how that ends.”

As if on cue, more snaps and cracks echoed through the trees. This time, they were followed by birds cawing before a dozen or so of them flew out of the forest, their silhouettes visible against the moonlight.

Laughing to herself, Elide brushed herself off and stood. “For fucks sake, I’ll go check it out.”

All eyes focused on her, but no one else made a move to stand.

“Why does anyone have to check it out?” Rowan asked incredulously

Lysandra pulled her jacket tighter around herself and scoffed as she looked pointedly at Aedion, Lorcan, Fenrys, and Rowan.

“Really? None of you men,” she teased, “have the balls to go in there? You’re gonna let Elide go all by herself?”

Lorcan and Aedion rolled their eyes good-naturedly as Fenrys scoffed, “Excuse you, but as a feminist, I refuse to believe Elide isn’t capable enough to go by herself.”

Rowan added, “And as someone who’s met Elide, I refuse to believe that any monster would stand a chance against her.”

Aelin nodded sagely, “She is small, but she is mighty.”

Rolling her eyes at her friends, Elide rounded the fire and aimed for the woods. She turned to walk backward and joked, “I could be walking to my death right now and you’d all be laughing it up around the fire.”

Lorcan had turned to watch her walk away. “Get back over here, you’re the one who volunteered.”

“After your scared ass refused.” She retorted making Aelin laugh.

Huffing and crossing his arms, Lorcan continued to watch her with raised brows. “I’m not scared of a few broken tree branches.”

Elide grinned. “Could’ve fooled me.”

With his face turned away from the group as he looked at a retreating Elide, they couldn’t see the way his brows furrowed at the sight of her getting farther away, or how his eyes darkened at the amusement on her face, both of which only fueled her more and pulled her grin wider.

“Oh no,” she teased, getting farther away from the group and the fire. “I hope I don’t find the beast and lead it back here.”

If any of their friends were surprised at how reactive Lorcan was being, they didn’t show it. Or maybe the two were too focused on each other to notice.

Elide saw his face twist into a smirk and for a second worried about what was about to come out of his mouth.

“That’s not a threat, Lochan” his words dripping with provocation. “The legend says it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you.”

Elide’s brows shot up in disbelief as trickles of laughter sounded from around the circle. It was true she wasn’t as open about her exploits as her friends, but of all people…

“Mm,” she waited for the laughter to die. “It’s a good thing you aren’t going; the legend says someone only needs a speck of common sense to best it…so that’d suck for you.”

Aelin snorted hard enough to choke on the marshmallow she was eating. Loud laughter trailed her as she finally made it to the forest’s edge.

Just before she could step past the tree line, she heard the unmistakable sound of Lorcan grunting as he rose from his seat and walked towards her. “Let's go.”

She chose to ignore the cheering and whistling that followed them into the woods. They stayed quiet as they stepped over dried leaves and fallen branches, staying careful to not trip over something and end up injured and sprawled on the forest floor. It wasn’t until they’d walked far enough that the fire was no longer visible, and a minute more, before Lorcan wrapped a hand around her hip and pulled Elide backward so that her back was resting against a tree trunk and Lorcan was standing in front of her.

Both of his hands fell to her waist, and she lifted hers to the front of his jacket. One of his thumbs draw light circles across her skin as she toyed with his collar. But when he dipped his head down, trying to connect their lips in a much-anticipated kiss, she pressed on his chest to stop him an inch away from her.

“Virgin? Really?” she asked with an unimpressed raised brow, unintentionally echoing Fenrys earlier criticisms of the story.

“Blame my apparent lack of common sense,” he chuckled low and leaned forward as her resistance lifted, pressing his lips against hers in a way that almost had her forgetting why she paused him in the first place.

When they broke apart, Elide grinned and laughed softly. Lorcan offered her a small smile exclusive to her and tucked a rogue lock of hair behind her ear. She wound her arms around his middle and asked, “Wanna go break some branches and scare the shit out of the scaredy cats?”

His smile turned wicked, and his eyes lit up with dark amusement. “Oh, I absolutely do. But they deserve to worry for a bit; let ‘em stew”

“Good thinking,” Elide’s grin matched his. “What do you think we should do with the time?”

Lorcan leaned his head down so that his lips brushed her ear, bringing one hand up to graze her jaw before sliding around to cup the back of her neck. She could feel his breath on her skin as he spoke, and it sent shivers down her spine. “I can think of a few things.”

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mystical-blaise · 9 months

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Elorcan Week 2023 Day 4: Wedding First Dance Oneshot

Elide yearns for a flawless first dance with her new husband, the grumpy Lorcan Salvaterre.

#elorcan week #elorcan week 2023 #elorcan #elorcan supremacy #elide lochan #elide #elide lochan x lorcan salvaterre #lorcan x elide #elide and lorcan #elide x lorcan #lorcan tog #lorcan #lorcan salvaterre

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elorcanweekofficial · 10 months

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27 days until Elorcan Week 2023!!!

What's your favorite Elorcan scene?

Too many to count!!! But this piece by @/courtmakes_art on Instagram is definitely on the (very long) list!!!

See the post here and give her a follow here!

#elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elide x lorcan #lorcan x elide #elide lochan x lorcan salvaterre #lorcan salvaterre x elide lochan #lord lorcan lochan #sarah j maas #sjm #kingdom of ash #empire of storms #elorcan week #elorcan fanart #fanart #throne of glass

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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I need somebody to draw that scene after Lorcan killed the ilken where he's shirtless, covered in oil and black blood, legs spread, sitting in that wagon idly chewing a stalk of wheat, axe and sword by his side. Whoever draws this will be my hero.

#lorcan salvaterre #lord lorcan lochan #lorcan x elide #elide x lorcan #commander lorcan #lorcan stan #elorcan #lord of perranth #fanart #please help me #i can't stop thinking about this

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ur-average-farp · 11 months

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empire of storms

lorcan: *falls* elide: are you ok?? rowan: stop falling down the stairs aelin: how'd the ground taste?

#throne of glass #tog #throne of glass memes #empire of storms #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan lochan #lord lorcan lochan #elorcan #lorcan x elide #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #rowan x aelin #aelin x rowan

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jmoonjones · 10 months

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Elorcan (with Elide being keen to show Lorcan a thing or two this time) [SFW version] Then a BONUS Throne of Glass mermay picture (left > right) Nesryn, Sartaq, Evangeline, Fenrys, Gavriel.

(It'll always be mermay in our hearts and I didn't want these characters to feel left out ❤️)

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanart #throne of glass art #elide lochan #lorcan x elide #elide x lorcan #elorcan #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan lochan #throne of glass series #nesryn faliq #nesryn x sartaq #evangeline #gavriel #fenrys moonbeam #mermay #mermay 2023

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theladyofdeath · 10 months

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Sooo currently it's exam period in my country at my uni. Which means I need a lot of motivation, something I lack atm. I use my time wisely catching up on fics instead of studying. So I kindly ask you for some motivation, preferably in the form of Elorcan. Preferably them also needing motivation or stress release. I mean I don't really have a preference as long you like writing a little Elorcan. With maybe Elide still studying for her last exam and Lorcan coming home from work and helping her out or something? Idk? I'm bad at prompts? I know it's not summerish but it's sunny outside and hot and I have to study? So that also summerish? Anyways enjoy your free time and have a wonderful day!!

I am always here for fluffy Elorcan! Good luck on exams! x

Everything on Elide's screen had gone blurry. She'd been staring at it for so long that nothing made sense and letters officially were beginning to look like ancient symbols that had yet to be discovered. She knew that she needed a break, but her last exam of the semester was in fifteen hours and if she wanted to get any sleep tonight, there was no room for breaks.

Even if she desperately wanted one.

Just as she threw her head back with a groan, the front door opened and Lorcan trudged inside. With one look at his fiance, he lifted a brow. "How long has it been since you last moved?"

Elide didn't even know. "An hour...maybe five."

He snorted as he kicked off his shoes and walked across the living room to where she sat on the couch, her laptop on her blanket-covered lap. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly. At the touch of his lips, the tension faded from Elide's body.

"Hi."

"Hi," she whispered, and kissed him again. "How was your day?"

"Better than yours, it seems," he mumbled, plopping down on the couch beside her. "You look stressed."

"I am." She had been stressed all week, it was nothing new. Tomorrow was her last final, the final final she would ever take as a student. After tomorrow, she would be finished, and in the matter of a couple of weeks, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth with a degree in psychology.

"Why don't you take a break?"

"There's no time for a break."

He blinked, surely thinking that answer was ridiculous but Elide didn't care. This was important to her. "Okay, well, can I do anything for you? Help you study? Bring you wine? Strip tease?"

"You were a horrible student, so I can't say that your help in studying is very tempting," Elide chuckled. "The wine and your nudity, however, are pretty tempting, but both are too distracting for my current state of mind."

Lorcan clicked his tongue and sighed. "How about I go pick up dinner and feed you while you cram, then?"

Elide swore she had never been more in love with him than in that moment. There was a little bistro across the street that had soup made by the gods, and in half an hour, Lorcan was back with a giant container of chicken barley soup that had Elide's mouth watering, and a couple of paninis.

She couldn't help but be distracted by Lorcan as he made his way into the kitchen and took out a couple of bowls and plates to fill them with food. He didn't even notice her watching him - he never seemed to - and Elide had always found that charming.

Five minutes later, the coffee table that Elide had been lovingly using as a footstool was covered in food and drinks - wine included, and even though Lorcan claimed both glasses of wine were for him, she knew better.

"You're trying to get me too tipsy to study," Elide muttered, keeping her laptop up and running while she ate.

"No, I'm not," Lorcan said, mouth full. "I'm just trying to give you enough to take the edge off. You're obviously stressed as hell, and if you won't take my cock for twenty minutes, I'm pouring you wine."

Elide lifted a brow. "Twenty minutes?"

Lorcan just narrowed his eyes and took another massive bite of his sandwich. After he swallowed, he said, "Fine. Fifteen."

Elide continued to stare at him.

Lorcan pursed his lips and took a sip of wine. "No need to be rude, damn."

Despite herself, Elide laughed, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Lorcan's lips twitched. He was always trying to make her smile, even when it didn't seem like it.

It was one of the many reasons that she so desperately wanted to marry him. He always made her smile, always made her laugh. It was a side of him that only she saw - well, she and his closest friends. Lorcan wasn't the warmest of men. In fact, he was rather broody, but for her...he made her whole world a hell of a light brighter.

While they ate, Lorcan kept quiet, but when he was done, he pulled Elide's feet onto his lap and rubbed them through her fluffy socks while she scrolled and read and reviewed her notes...and tried her best not to doze off.

She had no idea how much time had passed before his fingers grew weaker, then slowed, then stopped altogether. She glanced over at him and chuckled.

Her future husband had his head thrown back against the couch cushion and his mouth hanging open. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly.

"Lor."

Nothing, not even a twitch.

"Lor." She nudged his lap with her toes.

He shot up, his fingers resuming their rubbing. Elide laughed, quietly. "Go to bed. I'll be there soon."

"No, you won't," he said, running his hands up her shins. "You'll be here all night. Which isn't healthy, by the way. In fact, you should take breaks while studying or else the information won't fully stick in your brain. Trust me. Your brain needs time to process."

Elide rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I got my degree. I passed my exams. I know what I'm talking about," he defended. "At least take a few minutes. Take a shower. Or a bubble bath. Pee, for the gods' sake."

Elide groaned, closing her eyes, just now realizing how much they ached. "Alright. Fine. Ten minutes and not a second more."

She wanted to finish out her senior year strong and allowing herself to become distracted wouldn't help her do it. Even if she had been studying all day.

All fucking day.

The second Elide shut her laptop, she felt guilty. But, Lorcan was there, taking her hands into his and pulling her onto his lap.

She nuzzled into his shoulder and took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You know that I'm so proud of you, right?"

His voice was quiet, hardly more than a whisper. Elide leaned back. There was nothing but pure adoration and support in his eyes.

"I know," she said, and kissed him, softly. "Thank you."

He nodded and twisted a strand of her long, dark hair around his finger. "I know it hasn't been easy for you to get here, but you..." he shook his head and huffed a laugh. The genuine affection in his gaze had her tearing up. "You made it, El. No matter how tomorrow goes - and it's going to go great, because you've been studying your ass off - but, no matter how it goes, I hope you're proud of yourself. You're going to be a college graduate. Have a degree from one of the best universities in the country. That's amazing."

Elide nodded because she didn't trust herself to speak. She would be the first in her family to get a college education as far as she knew. Her parents died young, but her uncle, who she had lived with after their deaths, hadn't gone to college. No, he had just been a lazy, drunk asshole that Elide tried to ignore as much as possible until she turned eighteen and got the hell out of there.

"I love you," he said, once it was clear that she was getting nothing out. He kissed her forehead. "Pee. Take a quick shower." When she raised a brow, he held his hands up in surrender. "I promise to stay out and not try to steal your innocence."

There was no point in saying that he had "stolen" her innocence at least a million times.

Elide snorted.

"When you come back out, I'll have all this shit cleaned up and I'll let you study the night away."

There was no point in denying his wishes. She did have to pee horribly and knew that her hair needed a good washing. She did it quickly, though, and fifteen minutes later, she was walking back towards her spot on the couch.

Lorcan was in the kitchen, washing dishes, and although the coffee table had been cleared of their dinner, there was a newly filled glass of wine and a full glass of ice water sitting on the glass. She suppressed a smile, checked out Lorcan's ass while he dried a plate and put it in the cabinet, then snuggled back up on the couch to boot up her laptop, yet again.

Once Lorcan was done, he plopped back down on the couch. Elide's eyes left her screen and found his. "Not going to bed?"

Lorcan shook his head as he fought a yawn. "I'm here to keep you company and support you until your beautiful brain can't hold anymore information." He pulled her feet back onto his lap. "Study away. Let me know when you're ready for me to quiz you."

The fact that he was obviously exhausted and was too stubborn to leave her to study alone made her love him all the more. She was truly lucky to have found someone so...so....right. He was different from anyone she had ever known.

He was everything.

Soon, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth.

Then, she would be Lorcan Salvaterre's wife.

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