#Pleasure-Dom!Eris

[tadpolesonalgae]

Pleasure-Dom!Eris x reader: Thumb Prints[*]

A/N: my stomach fluttered when I read this req 😳

Warnings: pleasure-dom!Eris, oral (f! receiving), fingering

Word Count: 2,093

Finger Prints

Heated palms press your thighs apart, slippery strings of arousal webbing across your skin, long past the realm of sense.

“Eris…” you pant, lust making you dim.

Caramel and whiskey eyes flick up from between your legs, a pang of longing twisting in the pit of your belly. “I…”

Words soften on your tongue, turning molten and buttery, unable to wrap your lips around them. His rosey mouth lifts into a sharp smile, and your head tips back into the pillows in surrender. Maybe at some point you’d wanted him to stop, but you have no energy left to protest against his pleasurable ministrations. Content to let his hot, wet mouth reattach to your sex.

A whimper bubbles from your chest as Eris gently nips at the intimate skin of your inner thigh. “Finish that sentence for me, fawn,” he instructs, palm rubbing in soothing circles over your hip. “I…” you fumble, “…I don’t remember…” His laugh sends fire sizzling between your legs—like the flame of candlelight. Soft, and controlled.

“No?” He murmurs, kissing his way back to your heat, sex tender and aching from his treatment. “Don’t remember what you wanted to tell me?”

You swallow, shaking your head wearily, body softened by pleasure. Legs open wider for him, handing over all the access he needs, pliant beneath his hands and mouth. “Just…don’t stop…” you request, palm coming up to cup your breast, fingers brushing your nipple.

Feel as his lips spread into a smile against your skin. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs, “not when I’ve finally got you all to myself.” You moan at the softness of his admission, heart bumping against your rib cage as he begins tenderly suctioning his mouth to more and more intimate patches of skin. Teeth graze, and you raise your hips, encouraging him to pay you more attention.

Hot breath fans across your cunt, rosey lips ghosting a little below your navel. A quiet moan is drawn from your mouth, slowly rolling your hips with coaxing urgency. “Eris…” you mumble, attempting to contain the thought within your mind, but it’s like water through your fingers, and you struggle to keep hold of it. Teeth prod into your lip in frustration, but it’s quickly washed away as he presses his kisses lower, something warm and supple fluttering in his wake.

“What is it, fawn?” He asks, raising his head to peer up at you, the sight of his lustrous, silky hair, unbound, cascading over powerful shoulders temporarily rendering you dim-witted. Lips cut into a smile, putting a kiss just above where you want him, “forgotten again?”

Swallow, blinking away your temporary stupor. “I want…” you begin, then fumble, lips almost grazing that spot. Bite the inside of your lip. “I want… Will you talk to me?” You request, nerves wriggling beneath your skin, making you want to squirm. He arches a neatly groomed brow, hand leaving your hip to hold the top of your thigh, keeping you open for him—you wouldn’t dare close. “Talk to you?” He repeats mildly, long, elegant fingers tapping out a quadruple-beat bar: four quavers given the breath of a semibreve.

“Yeah.” You nod, drowsily. “Want to hear your voice. Please.”

He hums, and you moan, back arching as the vibrations sink upon your skin, warming you to near unbearable levels. “What shall I talk about?” He asks, inhaling your arousal softly, nosing at your heat. A quiet exhale breathes from your lips, swallowing before answering. “Anything,” you murmur, “anything you want.” Teeth lightly nip at the slick skin of your inner thigh, causing you to sleepily peek open your eyes, giving him a questioning look.

“Anything’s rather vague,” he smiles, coaxing you into conversation. “Offer me a starting point.”

Mind spins, too softened to properly function. He’s asking you for a starting point. Blink as you try to come up with one, but he’s nosing at your heat again, and you whine quietly. Lift your hips invitingly, mouth parting in a moan. You can feel how wet you are, imagining how warm and velvety his tongue will be. “I… Tell me about your day,” you settle on, just needing to feel him attach himself back to your sex.

His laugh ghosts over your heat, and you whine, pressing your knuckles between your teeth. “Uh-uh,” he tuts, and you immediately lower your hand.

“Sorry,” you mumble, instead preoccupying yourself by gently cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples. “That’s better,” he soothes, lips brushing over your wet sex, “keep being good for me.” You whimper your compliance, nodding weakly.

Feel him smile, “now, where were we?” The question sinks into your mind, falling into emptiness as his words simply float through your head.

“Your day,” you supply softly, “you were going to—oh.”

His tongue licks over your clit: a slow, leisurely drag, taking his time to pleasure you. Slowly work you to a delicate climax—he knows you’re on the verge of overstimulation from the last five already; he’s treading a fine line here.

“Eris…” you moan, spine bowing from the bed as he lightly suckles your clit, keeping his teeth to himself. Hips roll upward, his palms warming as fingers tap out rhythms to the tops of your thighs. Small inhales suck between your lips as he begins mapping out your heat with his tongue, licking and teasing his way down to your sopping entrance.

Ever so delicately, he circles you, careful not to stimulate too much, just keeping you within the realms of the feather-light touch. He’s rewarded with the sound of your moan, hands still occupied with your breasts, keeping away from your mouth. You know he likes hearing your noises—embarrassing as you sometimes find them.

When his tongue prods at your entrance though, you whimper, thumbs flicking across the sensitive skin. Smoothly, he relocates back to your clit, wet and puffy from attention. His mouth latches over you, and you’re back to sweet malleability, practically melting under his tongue, the wet muscle parting you like a knife through butter.

You gasp, back arching, lips parting on a sharp inhale as he circles the apex of your thighs. Flicks over the bundle of nerves, suckling softly, light, wet sounds slurping from between your legs. You whine, silently begging for more. “Ready for more?” He asks, as if reading your mind.

Nod eagerly, tugging your lower lip between your teeth.

Eris hums onto your clit, caramel and whiskey eyes piercing into you, observing keenly as you squirm on his bed, legs parting for him. Pleasure hums at the back of his mind, but he simply grinds into the mattress, relieving some of the pressure. “What do you want, fawn?” He asks, delivering a soft, slow lick to your bundle of nerves.

You babble softly, a slew of moans and whines spilling from your lips as you struggle to articulate your needs. Feel him smile over your cunt, enjoying how you’re writhing from a few strokes of his tongue, male satisfaction making his cock twitch. “Whatever you want,” he reassures, still smiling. “Just say the words, fawn, and it’s yours.”

Whines drag from your lips, pleasure dumbing your mind. Struggle to think of an answer. “Fingers,” you mumble out, peeking your eyes open. “Please,” you request, breathlessly, “want your fingers.”

Eris presses a kiss to your clit, thighs squeezing his head gently, hips rolling up to his heavenly mouth. “Sure you can manage that?” He asks, carefully manoeuvring one leg over his shoulder, then the other. “Won’t be too much for you?”

Shake your head, slightly subdued in your motion responses. “I’ll be good,” you murmur, settling down into the pillows, one hand drifting to the plane of your stomach. Nod again as he shifts away, running his fingers lightly over your wet heat, dragging you a little closer to the edge of the bed now your thighs are hooked over his shoulders.

Eris laughs gently, getting his digits coated in your arousal as to make the initial slide in more comfortable. “You’ll be good?” He repeats, pads tenderly playing with your clit, causing you to whimper when he unexpectedly leans over your heat, saliva pooling on his tongue, allowing it to drip down, landing perfectly atop your bundle of nerves. Adding to the mess.

“Yes!” You cry out, bucking your hips, “yes…!”

Heat warms his fingertips, softening you further in preparation, slow oscillations being pressed lightly to the apex of your thighs—just his middle finger circling, keen eyes observing every hitch in your breath. Eagerly drinking in your pleasure. “How’re you feeling?” He murmurs, awaiting your moans as he trails his digits down to your entrance.

“Eris…” you whimper, swirling your hips upward with need. The feeling of the heated pad of his middle finger returns to your clit, and you release a breathy whine. Rosey lips lift into a smile, finally lowering his digits, watching how easily they sink into you, how they disappear from sight, suctioned into your soft heat.

“Look at how well you take me,” he murmurs, attention wholly on your cunt, pumping and curling his digits, stimulating the spots you like. “You’re doing so well.”

Spine arches, teeth prodding your lower lip with pride as you smile lazily, grinding against him. “More…” you mumble, lightly pinching your nipples, trailing your fingertips gently—teasingly—down your stomach, brushing your abdomen. “I’m not sure you can take any more, fawn,” he responds, hot breath fanning your cunt. “Don’t want you passing out again.”

Shake your head sleepily, still winding your hips. “I won’t… I’ll stay here…” He chuckles lowly. “You’ll stay there?” He repeats, at last lowering his mouth closer between your legs. “Yeah…” you moan, bucking into him. “So, please…?”

He sighs, fingers dragging softly against a delicious spot, rubbing when he sees how you respond. How you suction around him, as if trying to pull him deeper. “How could I resist?” He murmurs lowly, mouth latching over your clit—his own recipe for worship.

A long, breathy moan drags from your lips, legs lethargically crossing at his back, encouraging him deeper. Basking in the soft, wet flick of his tongue, oscillating over your clit, rubbing in soothing circles—gentle but tight. The moan-worthy curl of his fingers, like he’s beckoning you closer to the edge, one stumbling step at a time.

You whimper, fingers trailing over your abdomen, finally reaching the soft, silky waterfall of his hair, threading your digits through it. Stroke affectionately, feeling heat radiating from his powerful body, the sign of his own arousal. “Eris…” you breathe, part of you simply enjoying the taste of his name on your tongue. “You’re being so good to me…”

Nearly sob as he does something wicked with his mouth, how he moves it over your clit, fingers stimulating a spot simultaneously. “I’m being good to you?” He murmurs, caramel and whisky cutting to you, piercing through the billowing clouds of lust. “Then I suppose you’re heaven incarnate for me.”

Pleasure rolls over you at the softly spoken words, the heat of his skin sinking deep into your own as his fingers press a little further, finally up to his knuckles—carefully easing his way in; plying you apart. “Taking me so well,” he breathes, “you’re doing so good. Just stay there and let me take care of you.”

Head tips back into the pillows, one hand in his hair, the other palming your breast, thumbing at your nipple lightly. Long, elegant digits have you tightening around him, glistening, rosey lips suctioning over your clit, his tongue swirling and suckling until you can’t take it.

Ecstasy blossoms in your abdomen, crying out as you come on his tongue, having him work you through the high. Heat flutters around him, nails scraping, teeth tugging on your lower lip as breathy, lazy moans float up into his bedroom. His hips grind against the bed as he licks up your release, not wasting a single ounce of it.

“So pretty,” he murmurs between laps, fingers coaxing more from you, delicately prying orgasm after orgasm from your body, steadily guiding you through the motions of pleasure. “So lovely.”

Whimper his name over and over, all other words turned gooey and buttery, melting to unfamiliar shapes that your tongue can no longer form. Only his title rolling from your lips, while he works you gently through the heavenly intimate experience—his mouth like that of a god’s.

A master of your pleasure: infinitely skilled, and endlessly exquisite.

General Taglist: @myheartfollower @tcris2020 @mali22 @amygdtjhddzvb @sfhsgrad-blog @needylilgal022 @hannzoaks

[redr0sewrites]

i need to write more for switch eris this is not a drill

as usual im yapping in the tags 💀

[imxnotxhere]

Acotar Men Fic Recs

** Updated 03/07/2024 **

I already made a list for azriel which was actually meant as a list for all the characters I read for but I read a lot more of azriel fics because he's my baby and the list was getting too long. So here are the rest of the characters and I also added some more azzy drabbles sorry

Rhysand

@azsazz

dioxazine part 2 - fluff, smut, modern au, art school au

the lord's work - smut

if you should die before you wake - smut, rhys x cass x azriel x reader

just hold on - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

double duty - smut, rhys x reader x cass

what's mine - smut, rhys x eris x reader

lavender haze - fluff, suggestive

@tadpolesonalgae

mine - smut, check warnings!

knocked up - smut

vampire!rhysand drabble - smut

professor!rhys headcanons part 2 - smut

soothing - fluff, aftercare

@leafsandstarlight

easy like sunday morning - fluff, smut

@azrielbrainrot

my body keeps saying it's yours - smut

all over my skin - smut, rhys x reader x azriel

@writingsbychlo

home to us - fluff

rhys as a pleasure dom - smut - technically a drabble? blurb?

@azrielscrown

mirror mirror - smut

daylight - fluff

@acourtofwhatthefuck

shrinking violet - smut

@shadowdaddies

if i catch you i fuck you - smut

@fieldofdaisiies

rhysand... - drabble, smut

Cassian

@azsazz

mirror mirror - smut

take it - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@tadpolesonalgae

on the strategy board - smut

pools of sunlight - fluff

@leafsandstarlight

halley's comet - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut - az x cass x reader

@fieldofdaisiies

cassian... - drabble

@illyrianbitch

words of affirmation - fluff

Eris

@acourtofmenandthirst

runaway - angst, smut

fox hunting - smut

closed until further notice - fluff, smut, coffee shop au

smut blurb

smut blurb II

@leafsandstarlight

destiny's battleground - angst, smut

my lovely throne - smut

despite our differences - angst, smut, series

the prince of blood part 2 part 3 - vampire!eris

@tadpolesonalgae

servitude - smut

thumb prints - smut

@serpentandlily

sly fox, dumb bunny - series

@azsazz

the burning of the autumn leaves and the roaring of my yearning heart - angst, smut

soul on fire - smut

a court of four horsemen - smut, part of a series

@azrielbrainrot

fire on fire - angst?

mind over matter - angst?

@gothicbabydollz

riding eris' face - smut, drabble

riding eris' thigh - smut, drabble

@honeybeefae

cauldron fated - angst, smut

@princess-tulip-writes

making out with eris while giving him a handjob - smut, drabble

praise kink eris - smut, drabble

@fieldofdaisiies

eris' hands... - drabble

eris... - drabble

@theostrophywife

like you wanna be loved - fluff

Lucien

@tadpolesonalgae

solecist night - smut

@acourtofwhatthefuck

yell at me again - smut

personal problem - smut

the moon on a string - fluff

@princess-tulip-writes

drabble - smut

drabble - smut, az x lucien x reader (kind of)

@gothicbabydollz

dom lucien - smut, human!reader

@fieldofdaisiies

lucien... - smut

@ceoofyearning

say yes to heaven - fluff

Helion

@leafsandstarlight

a high lord's scholar - fluff

@tadpolesonalgae

new mechanisms - smut

sweet like peaches - smut

[surielstea]

Trick or Treat

Selected: Trick

Pairings: Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Eris, and Lucien x Fem!Reader (Separately)

Summary: A series of one NSFW one shots all pertaining to a very slutty Halloween.

Warnings: Minors dni | Dom/Sub dynamics | Cockwarming (Rhys) | Mask kink (Az) | Breath play (Az) | Objectification (Cass) | Semi-public—in a corn maze (Eris) | Praise/Degradtion | a lot of other freaky stuff probably

Smut under the cut.

Rhysand

"Rhys," I let out in an eager moan, my body aching for more, needing him to move, to do anything but this sweet torture.

"Watch the movie, darling," The male purrs from behind me, his chest against my back, his lips brushing my ear.

"Can't," I breathe, grasping at his thigh, needing relief. "Please."

"Please what?" He taunted, dipping his face into the crook of my neck, beginning to trail kisses up the side of it.

"Move," I whimper. "Please Rhys, want you to fuck me," I beg, eyes glued to the television as the horror movie’s plot quickens, the eerie music building.

"I will baby, I will," He hushed in a reassuring tone. "Just stay still and watch the movie for me, yeah?"

I nodded, slowly, but as the movie went on the pressure in my core built, in desperate need of friction, of any form of attention.

I willed myself to stay still, to watch the movie, even though all I could feel and retain was the sensation of Rhysand buried inside of me.

"You've been good," He praised, nipping slightly at the mark he left on my neck. "So good," He whispered into my flushed skin and a shiver crawled down my spine. As a reward for my good behavior one of his hands, settled on my thigh, began its course upward, slipping beneath my flimsy skirt to the apex of my legs where we connected. He gave no warning before he began rubbing my clit with his thumb, teasing me with circles with not nearly enough pressure.

"Rhys," I whimpered, my voice a wobbling plead.

"Shh, this is the best part," He hummed, ignoring the way I was arching into him. He grunted softly as I shifted, my sore legs screaming at me for being in the same position for so long. I let out a broken moan as I adjusted to the new angle, so deep, he was so deep inside of me, and all the emotion he had to show for it was a few strained grunts.

A whimper escaped me, my grip on his thigh tightening as he applied more pressure to my sensitive clit, his touch still maddeningly light, just enough to make my breath hitch but not enough to satisfy the need thrumming through my veins. "Rhys," I breathed, voice trembling as I fought to stay still, to hold out as he wanted.

He chuckled softly, clearly pleased with the way I was unraveling in his arms. His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, building the tension higher, pushing me closer and closer to that edge. "You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. I nodded eagerly. "Yeah? I'm making you feel so good, huh?"

I let out a needy moan, my body arching against him, the ache consuming every thought, every feeling, except for him. "Please," I gasped, no longer caring about anything but the desperate need to reach that high, to feel him fully, completely.

Rhys let out a satisfied hum, grabbing me by the hips and beginning to lift me up and down his length, his touch just rough enough to make me gasp as the pleasure crashed over me. His hands tightened, holding me steady as my body trembled in his grasp, his lips tracing soothing kisses along my neck, grounding me through every wave of bliss.

"That's it, darling," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction as he continued his slow, lazy strokes, coaxing every last spark of pleasure from me. "You did so well for me."

As I caught my breath, my head lolled back against his shoulder, a sleepy, satisfied smile on my lips. "Guess I'll need a replay of the movie," I murmured, feeling the warmth of his laughter against my skin.

Rhys pressed a kiss to my temple, wrapping me closer to him, his voice soft and full of promise. "Only if you're good enough to last through the whole thing next time."

Azriel

"Leave it on," I pant as Azriel reaches for his mask, grabbing his wrists. "Fuck me with it on." I plead, the rest of our clothes a pile at our feet. His eyes—the only thing I could see—crinkled in a smirk, drawing me forward and laying me out beneath him. He remained silent, not wanting to break my illusion, keeping the mask from his costume on, and spreading my legs.

I can only see his eyes, but they're smoldering, dark with intensity, and I can feel the heat of his gaze raking over my exposed skin.

"Please," I breathe out, arching into his touch, craving more of him. I can feel him everywhere and nowhere at once, his hands firm on my thighs, holding me open as if he's afraid I might slip away. But I don't want to. I'm here for him, only him, and I'm aching, wanting him to end this teasing game he's started.

Azriel's fingers press into my thighs, his touch reverent yet possessive. He shifts, aligning himself, his scarred hands sliding up, tracing a shiver-inducing path over my hips, my waist, up to my wrists. He captures them, pinning them above my head, his strength inescapable yet never brutal. I'm at his mercy, and I feel his power like a tangible weight, the thrill of surrender so sweet I can barely stand it.

"Keep your eyes on me," he murmurs, the first words he's spoken, a whisper like silk against my skin. His voice is rough, a hint of the raw edge that tells me he's holding back, barely. His grip tightens just slightly, a warning, and I nod, my breaths coming faster, harder.

And then he finally presses into me, slow and deliberate, every inch stretching, filling, consuming. A gasp escapes me as my body molds to his, and he pauses, his eyes boring into mine through the mask, watching, memorizing every reaction, every shudder. I'm laid bare, vulnerable, yet somehow invincible under that stare. It's as if he's reading everything I'm feeling, every thought, every desire.

"Good girl," he whispers. His words send a shiver racing down my spine, pooling warmth low in my belly. He pulls back achingly slow, then thrusts forward, the movement making me arch beneath him, a moan slipping past my lips as he sets a pace that's maddeningly restrained. Every roll of his hips, every press of his body against mine, feels like he's claiming me, branding me.

My wrists twist in his grasp, desperate to touch him, to feel his skin against mine, but he holds them firm, smirking down at me through that mask, an air of dominance that has me melting beneath him.

"Azriel, please," I beg, the words spilling from me unbidden, needy. I don't even know what I'm asking for. Just more. More of him, more of this.

But he only chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through me, his hand shifting to wrap around my throat, his grip pressing lightly, sending sparks of pleasured pain through my veins. "You can beg all you want, love," he murmurs, his voice a taunt, "but I'm going to take my time."Azriel's grip on my throat is light, just enough to keep me grounded in the wild intensity between us. He keeps his gaze on me, unwavering, his eyes hidden behind the mask's shadows yet somehow sharper than ever, every silent command pulling me deeper under his control. I can't tear my eyes away, as though looking anywhere else might shatter the hold he has on me, on my body, on every pulse that races through my veins.

He moves, his hips rocking in a slow, merciless rhythm, building the ache between my legs until I'm sure I'll unravel at his slightest whim. Every brush, every thrust feels like he's staking his claim, making me his. My wrists strain in his grasp again, desperate, craving the friction of my fingers against his bare skin, but he tightens his hold, keeping me still, a silent reminder of who's in charge.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" His voice is a rough whisper, his lips grazing my ear. The low, taunting tone makes me shudder, my breaths turning ragged as he rolls his hips deeper, hitting a spot that pulls a strangled moan from my throat.

"Yes," I pant, my voice barely a whisper as he continues his slow, torturous pace, pushing me to the edge, but not letting me fall. His control over me is absolute, and the way he's drawing this out has me desperate, wanting to pull him closer and scream his name, to make him lose control just as he's making me.

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through my body, and I can feel his smirk in the way his lips brush over my jaw, feather-light and maddeningly slow. "Then you'll be a good girl and take everything I give you," he murmurs, his voice like velvet and steel.

I nod frantically, my body arching up to meet his, each roll of his hips sending shocks of pleasure through me. He releases my wrists finally, his hands skimming down my sides, possessive and deliberate, leaving trails of fire everywhere he touches. My fingers immediately find their way to his back, clutching at him, pulling him closer as if I can tether him to me, my nails dragging over his skin hard enough to leave marks.

Azriel growls, his hips snapping harder, faster, and I gasp, my body tightening around him, helplessly caught in the rhythm he's set. His hands are on my hips now, gripping me, guiding me into each thrust, his strength and presence consuming me, making me feel everything all at once. The tension coils low in my belly, building with each movement, each whispered word, each smirk hidden behind that mask that keeps his face shrouded in mystery.

"Azriel,” I gasp, the pleasure reaching a fever pitch, teetering on the edge of release. He senses it, his hands tightening on my hips, holding me firmly as he drives into me, his pace relentless, unyielding, his gaze locked on mine, silently demanding I stay with him, watch him.

"That's it," he rasps, his voice low, thick with his own desire. "Let go for me."

So I do, a cry escaping me as the tension shatters, pleasure flooding through my body, leaving me trembling beneath him. He watches every reaction, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he slows, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I'm gasping, utterly spent, and completely his.

Cassian

"This is ridiculous," I grumbled from behind the foldable dressing screen, glancing at myself in the mirror beside me. "Utterly ridiculous." I huffed.

"Come on out sweetheart," My mate says in a delighted tone, making my rage double.

With a permanent scowl on my face, I stepped from behind the divider shielding me from his gaze, facing the grinning male.

"I hate this. It's a total objectification, why can't females wear costumes that actually cover their asses?" I complained, doing my best to pull the short fabric down. "I mean c'mon, a sexy warrior costume? It's a juxtaposition in itself." I gesture down to the revealing costume, the spandex bodysuit doing little to cover, anything really, and I was certain I've seen belts bigger than the skirt, which were really just flaps of a gold material, meant to look like armor. "I mean, who would ever think this is a good idea?"

"I do." Cassian immediately answered, his eyes anywhere but my own.

"Cass," I blow out a breath, clenching my hands into fists and rocking back on my knee-high boots with a string of curses. He finally made eye contact with me, a winning smile on his lips that I was certain couldn't get any wider.

"Don't give me that look, you lost our bet fair and square," He said, giving me a pointed look. I roll my eyes, ignoring him.

"C'mere," He sighed from his seat on the couch. I frown but approach anyway. Once I'm an arm's length away he reaches out, his hands on the backs of my bare thighs, pulling me closer.

He looked up at me and leaned his chin on my stomach. I placed my hands on his shoulders, slowly slipping them into his hair as he guided me onto his lap, straddling his hips—as well as his prominently hard length.

His gaze flickered with amusement, though there was something darker glinting in his eyes, a challenge that I couldn't help but rise to. Even through my embarrassment, I could feel the tingling thrill creeping over my skin, his hands firm against the backs of my thighs as he held me.

"Still complaining?" he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. His voice was that low, dangerous tone he always took on when he was trying to coax me out of my irritation—and, unfortunately for me, it was very effective.

"Yes," I snapped, though my heart wasn't quite in it. His fingertips trailed along my thigh, tracing small circles that sent shivers up my spine. "This costume is horrible."

"It's a masterpiece," he disagreed, tugging me a little closer, his grin nothing short of wolfish. "I think it fits you perfectly, and you're going to look fantastic in it tonight."

Tonight. The event at Rita's. I was not looking forward to strutting around the pleasure hall dressed like this while every other female was draped in beautiful gowns, covered head to toe. But, the bet was a bet.

I leaned back slightly, folding my arms and arching a brow at him. "And what exactly are you wearing, hmm? If I have to parade around looking like this, the least you could do is show a little skin too." I tease, pulling at the collar of his shirt to expose a small expanse of his golden, muscular chest.

"Oh, I fully intend to match." His grin widened. "But first," His hands traveled higher, sending heat straight to my core, and his eyes darkened, drinking in every inch of me. "We have a few hours before we need to leave, and I think you're too tense to walk around like this. Let me help."

I shivered as his fingers traced my waist, his hands slipping beneath the hem of the bodysuit, igniting my skin wherever he touched. His lips followed, trailing hot kisses along my collarbone, his teeth grazing as he worked his way to the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Cass," I managed, my voice faltering as he nipped at my skin, that devilish smirk never leaving his face. He chuckled, pulling back slightly to look up at me, one hand reaching up to cup my cheek.

"Just relax, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers tangling into my hair as he brought my lips down to his. "I'll make you forget all about that bet."

Cassian's hands explored beneath the costume, his touch deliberately slow as he traced the aching curves of my body. "Admit it," he whispered, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns down my spine. "You enjoy knowing that everyone tonight will be looking at you." His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. "Knowing they'll all wish they could touch you," He let the words hang between us, his hands drifting lower, his fingers grazing the exposed skin of my thighs with a feather-light touch. "But they can't. Because you're mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through me, and I felt my resistance crumble completely. I leaned into him, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was anything but gentle, pouring all of my pent-up frustration and desire into it. He responded eagerly, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulled me even closer, his mouth devouring mine with a fierce hunger that left me breathless.

He kissed me with a passion that was both possessive and reverent. My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as he deepened the kiss, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. His hands drifted up my sides, gripping me through the skin-tight bodysuit and sending a shiver down my spine as he traced over every curve with a knowing touch.

"Cassian," I gasped as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made my breath hitch. His hands found their way to the small clasp at the back of the bodysuit, his fingers working deftly to undo it as he pressed a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone.

"Let me see you," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. The costume slipped from my shoulders, and he pulled back slightly to take me in, his gaze dark with unrestrained hunger as he looked at me.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks under his intense scrutiny, but his expression held nothing but awe and reverence. He reached out, brushing a thumb over my cheek before leaning in to kiss me again, his hands roaming over my now-exposed skin with a possessiveness that made my heart race.

His lips found their way to my neck, then lower, trailing a path of fire down my body as he took his time savoring every inch of me. I arched into him, lost in the sensation, my fingers tangling in his hair as he worshipped me with his touch, each kiss and caress sending another spark of desire through me.

Cassian's hands moved with a confidence and skill that left no room for doubt, his touch firm yet gentle as he explored every inch of me, his lips following wherever his hands had been, leaving a trail of heated kisses that made me gasp and cling to him for support.

By the time his gaze met mine again, I was breathless, my skin tingling in the aftermath of his attention. He smirked, clearly pleased with himself as he took in my flushed, disheveled state, his hands still holding me close as he leaned in to press one last, searing kiss to my lips.

"Still think the costume is ridiculous?" he asked, his voice low and teasing as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, a smug grin on his face.

I could barely form words, my mind still clouded with the remnants of our heated exchange. "Maybe," I managed, breathless, "but I think you convinced me to keep it on. For now."

Eris Vanserra

"Eris," I breathed, struggling to keep composure with the way he had his hand pressed to my pulsing cunt, my back arching into his chest. "Not here," I whispered, anxiously scanning the area for any onlookers, but the corn maze we stood in was empty—while the maze was open to the public at all times, it was three am and Eris seemed certain we were the only ones in here.

"No?" He purred beside my ear, his hand past my skirt and rubbing me through my soaked panties. "The idea of getting caught, it isn't making you soaked for me?" I shake my head no. "Say it then," He demanded.

I frowned, unable to form the words, because in truth he knew how turned on this made me, the thrilling possibility of being caught, the anticipation leaving me dripping.

Eris chuckled deeply from beside me, his fingers adding a little more pressure, his thumb connecting to my clothed clit. I let out a quiet moan at the sensation, my body going taut. "That's what I thought." He smirked, walking me over to a bench of hay bales, and guiding me to lay down atop them.

He didn't drag on the foreplay much longer, he spread my legs and settled between them, hands slipping up my thighs, gripping my panties and shredding through them—my breath hitched at the idea of having to walk home with nothing beneath my skirt.

Eris tossed the torn fabric aside and leaned in, his amber eyes dark with desire. The night air wrapped around us, cool against my heated skin, and the rough texture of the hay scratched at my back as he settled between my thighs. His hands slid up, pushing my skirt further until I was entirely exposed to him.

"You're mine tonight," he murmured, voice dripping with promise as he nipped at my inner thigh, lips grazing against my sensitive skin. His mouth moved closer, and my breath caught when his hot breath fanned over me.

Eris looked up, catching my gaze with a wicked grin. "Look at you," he said, voice low, sending a thrill down my spine. "So eager and ready, even out here, where anyone could stumble upon us."

I opened my mouth to protest, but it was too late. His tongue pressed against me, deliberate and slow, and I couldn't help the strangled moan that slipped past my lips. My hands flew to the hay beneath me, fingers clutching it as he worked me over, every flick of his tongue bringing me closer to the edge.

Eris's grip on my thighs tightened as he picked up the pace, his hands holding me in place as he devoured me with the fervor of a man who knew exactly how to unravel me. I squirmed, breathless, my body arching into his mouth, desperate for more of his touch.

"Eris—" I gasped, voice breaking as the pressure inside me built, wave after wave, until I thought I might come undone right there on the hay bales.

He pulled back just as I teetered on the edge, and I let out a whine of frustration. His hands skimmed up my thighs, his fingers tracing teasing circles around my sensitive skin. "Not so fast," he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I want to savor this."

Without warning, he moved up, his mouth crashing against mine, tasting of sin and satisfaction. I could feel him pressing against me, hard and ready, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Impatient little thing," he murmured against my lips, positioning himself at my entrance. He pressed in slowly, deliberately, stretching me inch by inch until I was full of him, filled in a way that left me gasping.

His movements started slow, torturous, every thrust dragging against every sensitive part of me until I was writhing beneath him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. He gripped my hips, angling himself just right, and I cried out as he hit that perfect spot, over and over.

"Quiet," he growled, his voice dark with need. "We don't want anyone hearing, do we?"

I bit my lip, nodding, though it was almost impossible to stay silent with the way he was making me feel. Each thrust sent sparks through me, each movement bringing me closer to the edge until I was teetering on the brink.

"Come for me," he whispered, his voice a dark promise, and that was all I needed. The tension inside me snapped, and pleasure crashed over me, wave after wave, leaving me breathless and spent.

Eris followed moments later, a low groan escaping him as he buried himself deep, claiming me fully.

We stayed there for a moment, tangled together, breathing hard in the quiet of the corn maze. Finally, he pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he helped me sit up, brushing a stray piece of hay from my hair.

"See?" he murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Nothing wrong with a little adventure."

Lucien Vanserra

Lucien's touch was everywhere, his fingers leaving streaks of dark green body paint across my flushed skin, each one a vivid reminder of his presence. The paint, cheap and easy to transfer, coated his hands and forearms from the Halloween party we'd come from, smearing onto me with every touch. Each brush of his hands, each powerful thrust, left a fresh line, almost as if he were marking me in a way that would last long after tonight.

I could feel the paint dragging down my sides, streaking across my jaw, and dotting my thighs as he spread my legs wider, his grip tightening until I was sure I'd feel his touch in bruises tomorrow. But I wanted it—I wanted to feel him, to wear these marks like badges, his possessiveness painting me just as much as his body was. When his hands gripped my hips with an intensity that bordered on desperation, his fingertips sinking into the flesh there, my back arched off the sheets in response. The once pristine white cotton beneath us was now as stained as I was, smeared with trails of dark green.

"Lucien," I gasped, air thick in my lungs as I gripped his long, red hair, my fingers twisting through it as I tugged, spurred by the overwhelming need pulsing through me. He responded to that touch, that pull, with a low groan, his thrusts only growing more insistent, more relentless.

"That's it, fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his voice rough, raw with desire. His mouth latched onto the column of my throat, lips, and teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he bit, sucked, and kissed along the exposed line of my neck. I threw my head back into the pillow, leaving myself open for him, letting the pleasure he was giving me flow freely, like a dam that had finally broken.

My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my heels digging into his tanned back, urging him deeper. He shifted, and the new angle had me crying out, breathless at how perfectly he hit that sweet spot deep inside, each stroke deliberate yet utterly consuming. He was toying with me, his movements almost teasing, reveling in how he could make me writhe beneath him with ease.

With a wicked grin, Lucien adjusted his grip on my hips, his fingers pressing in just enough that I knew I'd feel his touch lingering long after the paint was gone. "Gods," he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger that mirrored my own. "You're taking me so well."

He leaned forward, his mouth trailing from my collarbone to my jaw, leaving warm, wet kisses in his wake. The scent of the body paint, mingling with his own earthy, masculine scent, filled the air, grounding me in the moment, and pulling me deeper under his spell.

"Did you wear that costume just for me?" he whispered, his teeth grazing the edge of my earlobe. For a brief, foggy moment, I tried to remember what I'd worn—a tight, dark dress that clung to every curve, a costume that had caught his eye from the moment I'd slipped it on, all of it meant to tempt him. Now, though, that seemed like a distant memory. All I could focus on was him, and the way he was dragging me to the brink.

"Only you," I managed to respond, my voice breaking as his pace deepened, his thrusts hitting harder, more intense. My moans filled the room, and he chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent a new wave of heat rushing through me.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, his voice a rough, approving growl that shattered what little composure I had left. The praise sparked something in me, a desperate need for him to claim me completely, to fill every inch of me with his touch, his mark.

His thumbs pressed deeper into my hips, each movement of his hands adding new streaks of paint across my skin, his handprints smudging and smearing, as though he was branding me in his color. I could barely focus on anything beyond the sensation of him inside me, his body pressing into mine, his rough grip leaving trails of green along my ribs, and across my chest. I was his canvas, his masterpiece, and he was painting me with every thrust, every stroke of his fingers, every fierce kiss.

"You look good covered in me," he murmured, voice thick with a possessive satisfaction, his gaze devouring the sight of me beneath him, painted in his touch, his color. His hand drifted lower, wrapping around my thigh as he pulled me closer, his body aligning with mine in a way that made me gasp. Dark, messy lines streaked up the insides of my thighs, each one left there by his relentless grip.

As he leaned down, his hands came to rest on either side of my face, framing me, holding me as if I were something precious, even as he moved within me with a power that stole the breath from my lungs. His fingers, cool and damp with paint, brushed across my cheeks, his thumbs stroking gentle lines down my skin, leaving more traces of green. His mouth captured mine in a kiss that was searing, consuming, leaving no part of me untouched. The faintly earthy scent of the paint mingled with his taste, heady and intoxicating, making me feel dizzy as he filled every one of my senses.

The paint on his hands smeared along my jaw as his lips moved to follow, dragging a cool line down my neck, across my collarbone, until I could feel streaks trailing along my throat. The sensation of his palms sliding down my sides, smearing green across my ribs and waist, anchored me to him, to this moment. Each press of his hands painted me more thoroughly, my back arching into him as he moved as if my body was begging for every last trace of his mark.

When his body shifted, his fingers traced down my thighs, painting new lines in their wake, each touch leaving trails of dark green and filling me with a sense of being utterly, inescapably his. My body responded to him without hesitation, and I felt the pressure within me coil, tight and consuming, ready to break.

Lucien's hands never stopped moving, his fingers claiming every inch of me as his mouth grazed my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, "Come for me."

That command tipped me over the edge, and I shattered, my release crashing through me with a force that left me breathless, boneless. Lucien followed moments later, his voice a rough, broken sound as he called out my name, his body shuddering against mine as he finally stilled, both of us lost in the waves of pleasure that washed over us.

As we lay there, tangled together, my skin smeared with paint and his touch, I felt like a masterpiece—a living canvas painted in dark green streaks and handprints, marked in every way by him. Every smudge of color, every line on my skin, was a reminder of this night, a night I knew I'd never forget.

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[azsazz]

Day 1: You Know My Desires [Azriel, Wingplay]

Day 2: Take It [Cassian, Thigh Riding]

Day 3: Again and Again and Again [Chaol, Overstimulation]

Day 4: The Lord's Work [Rhysand, Face-Fucking]

Day 5: Catch Me if You Can [Ruhn, Shadowplay]

Day 6: The Caress of Murder and Moonlight [Young Adult Poly!Rhyzriel, Rhysand's Sister's Best Friend!Reader, Dom/Sub]

Day 7: The Burning of the Autumn Leaves and the Roaring of My Yearning Heart [Eris, Make-up Sex]

Day 8: I Can't Bear This Another Second [Rowan, Gloryhole]

Day 9: Untitled [Merman!Lucien, Breathplay]

Day 10: Untitled [Azriel, Pleasure Hall]

Day 11: Hung Up [CEO!Rhysand, Cockwarming]

Day 12: Brains and Bravado [Dorian, Hate-Fucking]

Day 13: Tell Me I'm Your Midnight [Cassian, Virgin!Reader]

Day 14: Creep [Aidas, Stalking]

Day 15: In the Palm of My Hand [Eris, Wax Play]

Day 16: Double Duty [Rhysand x Cassian, Double-Penetration]

Day 17: Dinner for Two [Ithan, Breeding]

Day 18: Untitled [Cassian, Period Sex]

Day 19: Keep It Up [Nesta, Praise]

Day 20: Cupid's Chokehold (Bonus Scene) [Azriel, Rimming]

Day 21: Untitled [Rhysand, Touch-Starved]

Day 22: Untitled [Lucien, Sub]

Day 23: Hanging by a Thread [Cassian, Edging]

Day 24: Little Bird [Lorcan, Size Kink]

Day 25: Untitled [Azriel, Collar]

Day 26: Untitled [Rhysand, Toys]

Day 27: Untitled [Ruhn, Bondage]

Day 28: The Magic Number [Poly!Bat Boys, Overstimulation]

Day 29: Equinox [Eris, Public Throne Sex]

Day 30: Untitled [Cassian, Roleplay]

Day 31: Untitled [Azriel, Shadowplay]

[azrielbrainrot]

Utterly Yours

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Bondage

Description: You and Eris have a small fight and he lets you punish him to make it up to you.

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, bondage, kind of fem dom

Word Count: 1,6k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Sometimes you couldn't believe your luck, especially in moments like these. Who would have thought that one day you'd have Eris Vanserra, High Lord and the most sought-after bachelor in the Autumn Court, tied up to the bed you shared, fiery amber eyes fixed on yours, silently begging you to touch him. It almost makes you forget the reason for this whole arrangement.

To be honest you hadn't been actually angry, only mildly disappointed and a tad bit annoyed. Eris was a busy male, he had to take care of the mess his father had left him after all, but you didn't think it was fair that he kept rescheduling every date you managed to set up between both of your filled schedules, and when you decided to go meet him in his office after yet another canceled date, seeing the female his father had wanted him to marry decades ago set a different kind of fire in your eyes.

Eris dropped everything as soon as he saw you walking out, winnowing you both straight to your bedroom and explaining that he didn't have anything to do with her aside from business seeing as she had a very prominent position in his court. Of course you knew all of that already, and you also knew your mate wouldn't cheat on you, but you had barely seen him all week so when he offered to make it up to you for the situation, you jumped on the opportunity and, Gods, were you glad you did.

When you asked him to strip and then started tying him up, you thought he'd back out. You wouldn't fault him for it either, being so vulnerable in front of someone would also give you some anxiety if you were in his position, even if it was him, and you can't even imagine what it would feel like with all of his control issues on top of that. Aside from the delicious picture he painted naked and tied up on your bed, the fact that he trusted you so much was warming your body all over.

“Are you just going to stare all night?”

Meeting his eyes, you tilt your head, a smirk growing on your lips before you have the chance to bite it away. You could actually stare at him all night, watch the way his chest rose and fell, the way his muscles spasmed when your eyes lingered on the same spot for too long, the way his eyes looked up at you with a hunger only you could quell, and the way his cock lay over his stomach, hard and throbbing, begging for some attention.

“You said I could do whatever I wanted,” you say, taking some pity on him and stripping the rest of your clothes, almost forgetting you were the one in control with the way he was watching you.

Finally getting up on the bed, you sit between his open legs, tracing the muscle of his thigh with one finger, reveling in the groan he bites back and the shiver that runs down his body. You can't help but lean down and kiss the inside of his thigh, sucking on the skin and marking him like he does to you so many times.

Under different circumstances, you'd take this opportunity to pleasure him slowly, kissing as much of his skin as you could and letting him melt in your mouth. You'd have to convince him to let you do this again, you didn't think it would be too hard, Eris gave in to anything you wanted with a simple please after all.

Getting back into your role and remembering what you felt like walking into his office earlier, you move up to straddle his hips, sitting your wet cunt right over his cock, letting it get tucked in between your folds. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling, and you quickly become entranced by the way his cock looks under you as your hips rock you back and forth slowly, coating him in your wetness.

The ropes you had used to tie him up weren't nearly strong enough to hold him if he actually tried getting out of them, but the way he was opening and closing his hands, clearly holding himself back to keep his promise to you, gave you an inexplicable high.

“Let me fuck you, doll,” he breathes out suddenly, prompting you to meet his eyes, almost forgetting he was there. You were actually surprised it only took this much to have him begging - you hadn't even really started.

“This is more than you deserve,” you murmur, looking back down at the way your cunt dragged over his cock. “It's more than I get on all those nights you leave me here alone.”

“I have a lot of work to do,” he explains, his voice suspiciously close to a whine.

“I know, but I don't really care right now.”

Laying over him, your mouth finds his chest, licking up the sweat glistening on his skin, feeling his heart racing under your tongue. Your hips never stop dragging you along his throbbing cock, soft moans escaping your lips.

Eris calls out your name, amber eyes pleadingly staring into yours. The look on his face was so beautiful you couldn't help but lean up and kiss him for the first time since you winnowed into the bedroom. His eyebrows were scrunched together as if it physically pained him not to be able to fuck you, mouth agape as shaky breaths and groans flowed past his lips unattended.

“Please,” he begs once again, lips brushing against yours.

Pulling away with a bite to his bottom lip, you sit back up, stopping the torturous movement of your hips in favor of holding his cock and guiding it to your entrance, pressing the head right against your hole but not hard enough that he could actually enter you until you hear him begging again, finally giving in and lowering yourself down on him slowly.

You hold onto his waist, lifting and lowering yourself down on his hard cock, feeling the way your walls clenched around him, letting him stretch you out, head thrown back and eyes closed as you get lost in the moment, shaky breaths escaping you as you used him for your pleasure.

Originally you hadn't even meant to let him fuck you, but it had been too long and you missed the way he fit so perfectly inside you. Besides, letting him watch you without ever getting the chance to touch your body as it moved over his seemed to be a better punishment. You could feel his eyes burning into your skin, tracing the way your breasts moved as you rode him, wanting nothing more than to grab them as he always did, or take control of your hips and fuck himself deeper, harder into you.

When one of your hands travels down to find your clit and you start rolling it between your fingers, Eris lets out a particularly loud curse, hips lifting to meet yours, losing grip on his self control. You chuckle, staring right into his eyes as you keep moving over him, making a show of moaning a bit louder and grabbing your breast with your free hand, massaging it with your palm.

“Never knew you to be so cruel, my love,” he lets out between gritted teeth, hands tightening into fists as he desperately tries to hold himself back, eyes watching the way you touch yourself as if in a trance.

“Yes, you did,” you laugh out, speeding up even though your thighs were burning with the effort of rising and falling on his cock, so used to having his hands on you, helping you along.

Your eyes never stray from his as you let yourself fall apart, waves of pleasure crashing over you and pulling you under, body shaking on top of his, hands falling on his waist once again to catch yourself, nails biting into his skin. You ride him slowly through your orgasm, letting out soft moans, shivers running down your spine at his own maddening sounds, only stopping when your thighs are trembling too much and you feel a shudder running through him, knowing he was getting close.

Eris says your name once again, now more like a warning than a plea, - that delicious sound that never fails to send a shiver down your spine. Carefully lifting yourself off him on trembling legs, you move back to your original position between his spread legs, sitting back on your thighs, moaning at the sight of his cock coated in your release, glistening beautifully under the faelights, making you clench around nothing.

“I think I should keep you like this,” you murmur, gaze meeting his for a second, biting your lip at the fire you find in his eyes, tracing a finger right next to his cock, savoring the way it twitches.

“You had your fun,” he says slowly, enunciating every word, “now let me go.”

“What if I don't?”

Leaning down, you kiss right above his cock, grin widening against his skin as the smell of something burning lingers in the air. Eris doesn't move right away, giving you enough time to stop him if you so wished, but you simply start sucking a mark on his stomach, humming at the way his muscles contracted.

Familiar hands grab onto your shoulders and you can't keep the delighted laugh down as he flips you over, your arms wrapping around his neck instinctively, smiling up at his furious face adoringly as his chest rises and falls against yours, his still hard cock a more than welcome weight on your stomach.

“Why don't I show you instead?”

Gods, you hoped he would.

[littlest-w01f]

Sleepy

Eris Vanserra x Reader

For @erisweekofficial

Eris week 2024 Masterlist

Day 7: Free Day

Summary: Eris wakes up in the middle of the night aroused from his newly accepted mating bond with Reader.

Cw: M!Masturbation, consensual somonophilia, F!Fingering, Dom!Eris, MxF, Kinda lesser fae reader based on phrasing, Smut 18+ MDNI

The night was at its peak, the moonlight streaming through the red silk curtains illuminated the room with a soft, ethereal glow. You lay nestled within the warm embrace of Eris, his strong arms cradling you close as if you were the most precious thing in his world. His body pressed intimately against yours, radiated heat from his fire, providing a comforting contrast to the coolness of the sheets beneath you.

Eris' heart pounded steadily against your back, each beat a silent declaration of his affection for you. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he savoured this moment.

Eris watched you, curled with your legs pressed to your stomach, your back against his chest, purring in your sleep, you looked beautiful asleep, his little bunny, wearing his tunic to sleep because you liked how warm it was after he wore it all day.

His gaze traced the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slumbered peacefully in his arms. He couldn't help but marvel at your beauty even in your sleep, your face peaceful and relaxed, your skin glowing under the soft moonlight.

His heart clenched, seeing how vulnerable you looked, how trusting you were of him, to keep you safe in your deep cat nap that Eris was sure not even a hurricane or harsh thunderstorm could wake you up from, you'd wake up from sleep only whenever you wanted.

Eris groaned slightly, feeling himself harden at the sight of you, like he had almost every night. The bond the two of you shared kept him in a constant state of arousal around you. Before tonight he used to sneak away to take care of himself if he ever woke up with the need for release, as to not disturb you, but last night, you had worked up to his absence, a pretty frown on your plump lips, claiming you got cold while he was away.

Eris had laughed softly cuddling you again, admitting to what he had been up to, he hardened further at the memory of you shyly telling him you didn't mind if he used you while you slept, not wanting him to be away from you.

With one hand still holding you, Eris used his other to move his sleep pants down until his hard cock sprung free, soon kicking it off from his legs, your words playing in his mind, he pushed his arousal down the bond to you, making you whine.

He slowly moved his tunic up your body till your ass and cunt were exposed to him, breath hitching at the scent of your arousal that he caused by your shared mating bond.

He could feel your arousal spike as soon as he touched you, and he let out a low growl, his cock twitching with need. Slowly, he slid his hand down between your thighs, his fingers finding your slick entrance. He gently rubbed your slit, teasing you as his other hand continued to hold you close. He pushed his arousal down the mating bond once more, watching as you squirmed in his grasp, your cute mewls echoing in the otherwise quiet room, twitching in your sleep.

Eris gave a satisfied grunt as he moved his hand to stroke himself, his hand wet with your arousal moving up and down his cock in a steady rhythm. He let out a low moan as he imagined thrusting into you, filling you up over and over again. He loved the way you would tighten around him, gripping his cock so deliciously. The thought alone made him moan loudly.

As he continued to pleasure himself, he sent wave after wave of arousal down the mating bond, tugging at it, feeling how hot it burned between you, watching as your sleep became increasingly restless. Your hips twitched, your legs pressing together as if trying to ease the ache between them, your toes curling in arousal. He wanted to have you dripping for him before he filled you up to the hilt with his cock.

With a smirk, Eris pulled you closer, nuzzling your neck as he continued to stroke himself. He could feel the power he held over you, the ability to make you squirm and whimper in your sleep. He loved the control, the dominance, the way you surrendered yourself to him completely. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're mine, my sweet bunny. My mate. And I'll never let you go." His voice was husky, laced with desire and domination. He knew you heard him, felt him, in your sleep and it only heightened his arousal.

The fire in his blood was undeniable, coursing through his veins like liquid lust. His heart hammered in his chest, pounding with need and desire for you. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside you, to feel you squeeze him tightly as he spilt his seed within you. His mind swam with thoughts of you, your body writhing underneath him, taking every inch of his cock.

Beads of sweat precipitated on his forehead, on his pale body, "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he murmured, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he aligned his cock to your cunt, the urge to get off using you making his ears ring.

Your body was still warm and wet from the passionate lovemaking session earlier, he had been so sweet then, he didn't want to be now. Every inch of you called out to him, begging for more. His thick cock slid easily into your cunt, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.

"You're so fucking tight," He groaned, his grip tightening on your waist as he began to thrust into you. His balls slapped against your thighs with each forceful push.

With a growl, Eris gripped your hips tightly, dominating your body with his powerful thrusts. Each movement was forceful, leaving no room for resistance or escape. His cock buried deep within you, hitting all the right spots as he fucked you senseless. "Mine," he grunted, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He owned you, he knew it, body and soul, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

Eris pinned you beneath him, thrusting deeper, his movements rougher, faster, asserting his dominance over her smaller, drowsy body. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the room along with her desperate cries and mewls.

With a start, you woke up, mind still clouded by sleep, and your body instinctively thrusting back into his. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you realized where you were, and who was on top of you. But instead of pushing him away, your body welcomed his intrusion, craving more.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he growled, "Who do you belong to, my sweet bunny?" He waited for an answer, knowing she'd say his name but wanting to hear it all the same.

"Mmm... You, Eris..." You purred, moving your hand back to grip the triceps he had around you, holding you still.

A pleased rumble resonated from Eris as he heard your response, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. He liked how easily you submitted to him, how easily you loved him, how quickly you had accepted your place as his mate.

His hand moved inside the tunic you wore, from your waist to your breast, squeezing roughly as he continued to fuck you. His other hand moved to your hair, pulling it slightly as he drove himself deeper into your welcoming cunt.

With a soft cry, you arched into his touch, your moans growing louder with each thrust of his cock. Your cunt clamped down on him, milking his throbbing cock. Legs curling under your stomach, you spread them further apart, presenting yourself for his pleasure, rutting against his thrusting cock.

Your hips ground into his lap, riding his thick cock as he pounded into you relentlessly. He watched as your breasts bounced and shook with every harsh push under his tunic, his hand groping one while the other pinched and rolled your nipples from under the tunic.

With each thrust, you found yourself waking up more, your body responding to his touch and movements. You moaned loudly, your cries echoing throughout the room as he used you. Your cunt clenched tighter around his cock, milking him as he pounded into you. The feeling of his hands on your body, touching and groping you, sent shivers down your spine. You felt desired, wanted, and needed by him. And you loved every second of it.

"I'm close, bunny," He groaned. Eris was close, so very close. His balls tightened, his thrusts became erratic as he fucked you senseless. His cock throbbed inside you, ready to explode. "Tak me, take all of me!"

He could feel the pressure building, the impending release just moments away. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, filling you with his hot release. His roar of pleasure filled the room as he emptied himself into you.

"High Lord-" You whined, feeling his hot cum deep inside you, panting softly, a line of sweat on you both. Eris panted, breathing heavily as his fire calmed down.

As the last waves of pleasure washed over him, Eris collapsed onto you, panting heavily. His fire slowly receded, leaving behind a satisfied smile on his face as he watched you twitch from his warm cum inside you. He stroked your cheek gently, his fingers tracing your features lovingly.

"You're amazing," He murmured, kissing your forehead before rolling off you. He pulled you close, tucking you safely against his chest as he lay there, spent but content.

He pulled you on his chest, "Thank you, sweet bunny... I needed that." He sighed, his fingers going down your body, finding your core to stroke softly, "Now, let me help you cum."

A low chuckle rumbled from Eris' chest as he felt you squirm above him. His fingers found their way to your sensitive clit, beginning to stroke it gently. He knew just how to touch you, how to pleasure you, how to make you release. "I'll take good care of you, my sweet bunny," he whispered, nipping at your earlobe as his fingers continued their delicious assault on your clit.

"Er... Eris..." You moaned his name, arching into his touch as his fingers pressed into you, filling your cunt, his cum forming a white ring around his fingers. His fingers were skilled, knowing exactly how to tease and please you. They delved deeper into your cunt, curling to hit that sweet spot inside you. "Please... Please..."

"Does my bunny like this?" He asked, his voice husky with desire. He continued, his thumb circling your clit as he drove you closer to the edge as you nodded and begged for more.

Eris continued to finger your dripping cunt, his movements steady and sure. His thumb circled your swollen clit, the stimulation driving you wild. Every thrust of his fingers brought you closer to the edge, your walls clenching around him as you neared your climax.

"Come for me, my sweet bunny," he cooed, his breath warm against your neck. He quickened his pace, driving you towards your orgasm.

You came hard, your whines echoing through the room as your cunt spasmed around his fingers. Your walls clenched tightly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Your hips bucked against his hand, chasing the intense sensations. "Good girl," he murmured, kissing your neck as he withdrew his fingers from your quivering cunt.

Eris kissed your cheek gently, "Why don't you relax and prepare to rest up, huh, bunny?" He chuckled deeply, seeing your dropping eyes, watching you yawn softly, "I'll clean you up. You shouldn't be up at this hour." He cooed, massaging your shoulder with his clean hand, kissing your nose softly before making his way to your shared bathroom.

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Honestly need more fics of Azriel or Eris spanking either reader or oc… for science…

For Science

Warnings - impact play, brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, toy use, filth.

A/n - did I possibly get this done faster in response to all the Eris hate going around lately? Yes. Do I regret it? No.

You had gone too far. Teasing Eris through the mating bond was one thing. Teasing Azriel, though? That was dangerous territory, and you knew that.

You had worn his favorite tight short black dress to Rita's, drank after his shadows had tapped you indicating you were to stop. He had sat, a tight grip on a glass of whiskey, watching you flirt, dance, and drink your way past the bedtime he and Eris expected you to follow. He had all but dragged you out of Rita's growling in your ear about how you've earned everything that was coming.

That's how you found yourself being forced to walk into Eris's cabin as Azriel tightly gripped your hair and threw you to Eris's feet.

The heir didn't even bother looking up from his book, patting his lap, and waiting for you to lay across it. When you didn't, he finally set the novel down, kneeling before you and gripping your chin. "And what exactly is my little princess so upset about that she felt this was how she needed to get our attention?"

You tried looking away from him, pouting because the answer was obvious.

You had not spent time with either of them in 2 weeks. They were both so busy dealing with Beron, with Briallyn , with Koschei that caring and paying attention to you had gone out the window.

So, you decided to run an experiment. It had actually started the week before. Small acts of disobedience morphing into breaking actual rules when neither were around morphing into this.

The limit on how bratty you could be was drawn at another male touching your body.

The result was unknown. But you had a feeling you would not be walking the next day.

"I swear on the Cauldron if you do not fucking answer him this will only be worse for you." You heard Azriel behind you, unbuckling his belt and ripping it from his pants. You heard the Crack as he tested it, flinching slightly and looking up at Eris with doe eyes.

"You haven't paid attention to me in 2 weeks," his face softened lightly. "2 weeks daddy."

Eris stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, "We've been busy, princess. You know this. We talked about it. You know I can't come there without Rhysand's permission or invitation."

Your response was the nail in the coffin for Azriel. It was a direct attack on him, going straight for the jugular of his ability to care for you without Eris present. "He's been there. He's been too busy with his precious Elain to even care."

The refusal to address him by his name.

To refuse to call him daddy as well.

It was the final disrespect he'd allow.

"Get her on your lap or bend her over the couch. I don't care which. She will be naked and in position when I get back, or I'll punish you too."

Eris felt his jaw twitch kissing your forehead gently as Azriel walked out of the room and into the spare bedroom. The two of them had turned it into a small dungeon. A place they could bring you beyond the brink of pleasure and submission. Fucking you until you were nothing more than a pliant drooling cock drunk sleeve made perfectly for them.

The fact that he had not told Eris to bring you into there was a clear message.

You would not receive pleasure tonight until Azriel decided.

And his punishments could last hours.

Eris forced you to stand, removing your dress as silver began to line your eyes. He stripped you, leaving only the garter belt and thigh highs you had worn beneath the dress. "Bend over the couch, princess."

"But daddy-" He held a hand up ignoring the tears that were already falling.

"You chose this. Bend over the couch, be s good girl for your daddies, and maybe he will let you suck his cock. That is probably all you will get tonight."

You nodded, moving to the couch and bending over the arm. Eris sat in the chair nearby to watch, his shirt now long gone and pants loosened. Azriel stalked into the room like a predator, and you watched Eris's gaze widen in excitement. "Hands behind your back. I'm not going to ask again."

You whimpered at the command, moving them shakily and then whined when cold metal locked them in place behind you, forcing you to have to use your abs to support yourself. "Daddy, I'm sorry."

You heard Azriel pause behind you, then him grabbing something. "Not as sorry as you are going to be, angel."

The first impact of the paddle had you screaming. Body immediately shaking and scambling to try to get away. A second and third came quickly making you cry out, the flesh already stinging from the speed and accuracy Azriel used.

He then spanked you again and again. A fourth time. A fifth time. A sixth and seventh time. You felt your legs go out, body hanging limply on the couch as heat pooled in your core, fueled by the pain. Be hit you one last time, watching as your body lurched and you cried out.

"Look at her," he spoke directly to Eris, ignoring you completely as he did. "Fucking soaked from a punishment but has the audacity to cry like she didn't earn this."

Eris hummed, eyes bored, and he picked up his book again. "Silence her then. She knows she isn't allowed to cry over when she's getting punished for her behavior."

Azriel pulled you back by your hair. "Is that what you need? Are cuffs and spanking not enough? Do I need to take your voice too?"

You shook your head. "No, daddy."

Azriel let go of your hair, forcing you to fall back on the couch. You felt him attaching the bar he and Eris liked to use to keep your legs apart to your ankles, forcing you into a wider stance and leaving your dripping cunt exposed. "I do not understand this sudden attitude," he spanked you with his hand. "You know we are both busy males," another spank. "Did you tell him what you did? Did you tell Eris why I ripped you from Rita's?"

You shook your head, "No daddy."

"Look at him," Eris sighed, placing the bookmark you had given him into the book and closed it again. "Tell him what you did."

You felt your eyes watering again as they met his amber eyes. "I let another male touch me."

Silence fell over the room. Eris stood, and Azriel took his place in the chair, leaning forward onto his knees to watch. "How did he touch you?"

"He touched my hips-"

"He touched more than that, angel, tell him where else you let him touch you."

"My stomach, my chest, my-"

"Where on your chest, princess?"

You bit your lip, eyes squeezing shut. "He grabbed my breasts."

Eris landed a smack on your core, jolting your body forward and he held there cupping your sex in his large hand. "Those are mine. Your breasts are mine. This pussy is mine. Did you forget that, princess?"

"No! I-"

"Get the fucking gag. I'm not going to listen to her excuses."

You resisted crying as Azriel gagged you, silencing any apologies you had. He sat next to you, forcing your head into his lap. Eris waited, calculating and deciding his next move. Another wet slap on your core had you moaning. He followed it with a harsh smack on the barely cooled skin Azriel had beaten red. He repeated the motion, watching as your slick built with each smack on your aching over sensitive cunt.

"I bet she'd cum from this alone. Desperate little whore," another slap had your eyes rolling, whimpering and pushing your ass towards Eris with a wiggle. "Look at her. Begging for it like a bitch in heat."

He moved away, grabbing something off the table that had Azriel's eyes sparkling. You felt something cold running along your folds, gathering slick before circling your entrance and pushing in.

That stark contrast between the heat of your skin and the cool glass toy was your undoing after weeks of neglect. You came hard and without permission. Falling over the edge and clenching that toy until you came down from the high.

You heard Azriel chuckle above you, Eris tutting behind you. "And now she cums without permission," Azriel's voice was drawn out. "It seems we need to retrain her. Two weeks is evidently too long for our little girl."

"It would appear so."

You closed your eyes as he pulled the toy out, pushing it back in with a wet squelch. He continued the motion, keeping a slow pace to torture you with as Azriel gripped the garter belt to keep you in place.

It was going to be a long night, and you could not have been happier about it.

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[lunarzstarz]

acotar boys + fingering hcs

ACOTAR Men Fingering Headcanons (Bat Boys + Vanserra Brothers)

18+ mdni

Thank you for the request anon <3 I’ve been meaning to do something for the acotar men for a while now

Rhysand

- Rhysand definitely gets off on giving his partner more pleasure (firm pleasure dom Rhys believer) so fingering is one of his favourite things to do to his partner

- He loves watching you squirm and hearing the sounds you make and of course he doesn't have to look and knows how to find all the right spots

- Firm believer of Rhys being a munch so he would go down on you while fingering you

- Using his fingers to coax more from you, more noise, more arousal, anything the man can get from you he wants

- Holds eye contact the whole time and slows or stops everytime you look away “eyes on me darling”

- I’d say he mainly uses two fingers, pointer and middle

Cassian 

- I feel like with Cassian especially if it's your first few times being with him he’d use fingering to prepare you 

- Always taking his time to help you relax and get you ready to take him, adding one finger at a time 

- Will definitely ignore your pleading, this man will drag it out as long as possible (even if it kills him to hold back) partly wanting to make sure you're fully relaxed and ready because he knows his size is intimidating and partly because it gives him an ego boost to hear you beg for him “I know you need me sweetheart but I don’t want to hurt you, your doing so well for me just a little more” as he adds another finger

- I’d say cassian uses up three fingers, I mean Nesta couldn’t even fit all of him in her mouth so he wants to work you open as much as he can

Azriel

- While Azriel would love giving you pleasure I also feel like he’s a huge tease

-He would sit with you between his legs, his hand between yours teasing you for hours. 

- Loves making you whine and beg he’d sit there with you torturing you with one finger until your aching and then finger you but only one until you can’t take it anymore so he’d add another 

- Definitely into denial and edging, this man will be bringing you right to the edge with his fingers and denying you just to hear you beg for it “Not yet my love…you’ve got to be good for me and hold it” just to see how loud and messy he can get you

- Would also do it for a similar reason to Cassian, I mean if we’re going off wingspan and Cassian was that big Azriel…yeah I’d be SCARED 

- Definitely a middle and ring finger user

Lucien 

- The first couple times he does it with you he’s constantly checking on you, asking you what feels good, he wants reassurance and to find what makes your eyes roll

- Something tells me he has really big hands so he’s definitely in there trying to hit those perfect spots

- Feels proud of himself when he finds your favourite spots and is able to make your legs shake from just his fingers “yeah? Right there does that feel good?” as he's making you unable to speak

- Uses pointer and middle finger 

Eris

- Would definitely be doing it to prove a point 

- His main goal is how good he can make you feel with just his fingers, and for similar reasons to Azriel he’s trying to see how loud or how much of a mess he can make you 

- I feel like Eris would be very condescending and taunt you during sex so he does it even more when fingering you like “What was that little fox? Hm? I can’t hear you” as you can’t form words

- Lovessss to overstimulate “oh I know, I know it’s a lot, but you look so beautiful just a few more” but it's never just a few

- Bonus for Eris, though it’s not for everyone do I think Eris would be the type to stick one in the “back” just to get a reaction out you? yes.

- Middle and ring finger user 

As always likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated and my asks are always open <3

[historiaxvanserra]

would you be interested in writng some nsfw headcanons for Rhys/Cassian/Azriel & maybe Lucien/Eris?

Carnal | NSFW Headcanons

thank you for the request lovely anon! apologies in advance for how dirty this got.

kind of left out the Rhys headcanons because (unpopular opinion) I think he's kind of boring to write about and I still haven't gotten over the character assassination in acosf.

Cassian

Cass is the most ADVENTUROUS of the bat boys-- he'll try anything once.

He is most definitely a switch! this man loves a little role reversal now and again because seeing you order him around is HOT.

SIZE!FUCKING!KINK! this man is huge! he's tall, he's broad and he's ALL muscle-- he loves how small you look under him and it makes him feel good knowing that he can protect.

Cassian is so impatient so he's NOT good at being teased. He gets so frustrated when you tease him over dinner and he can't just take you right there.

EXHIBITIONISM! Cassian likes the thrill of getting caught, likes people to know what he does to you-- what you do to him.

He's so LOUD! we're talking grunting, moaning, GROWLING! this man is shamelessly vocal and you love it.

He's not much of a dirty talker rather than when he is praising you and the occasional 'you feel so good, baby' 'you're so fucking tight' 'look so pretty takin' my cock'

This man WORSHIPS your hips-- always grabbing them, squeezing them and leaving impressions of his fingertips, marking you as his.

Cassian most definitely indulges in a little cum play. Dipping a finger into your tightness and pushing his orgasm back into you. bringing his fingers to your mouth and moaning as you take his fingers into your pursed lips and sucking.

He's a CUDDLER-- you best believe when he has had his way with you he'll cuddle you until you both fall asleep, whispering praise in your eyes and running a hand through your hair.

Azriel

Canonically the most 'kinky' of the bat!boys but that doesn't even BEGIN to cover it. He also has the highest sex drive.

He's 1000% a hard dom with the very occasional soft side.

BRAT!TAMER!AZRIEL!-- there is nothing Azriel enjoys more than a challenge, and there is pleasure in breaking someone who wants to be broken by him.

He's also the biggest TEASE-- he takes his time teasing you until you're practically begging him to do something. It starts with brushing his fingers over yours, taking your chin in his firm grip, and evolves into whispering sin into your ears at the dinner table and ends with his fingers ghosting the skin of your inner thigh under the table.

WING PLAY!!! Azriel rarely lets himself be the submissive but he's a sucker when it comes to you touching his wings-- he practically melts into your touch until he is brought to his knees.

This beautiful man has the FILTHIEST mouth. He's not vocal in the same sense as Cass, rather he just talks and it's just pure filth. in the very best way of course.

Az is a GIVER plain and simple-- it brings him more pleasure to see you reduced to a mindless mess under his deft touch than you can even begin to imagine.

That being said one of his favourite stress relievers is a good old-fashioned throatfuck-- the mere thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock is enough to nearly send him over the edge.

MARKS!EVERYWHERE!-- everyone knows he is possessive but Azriel marks you as his so much that you permanently wear reminders of his love on your skin. bruises, hickeys, BITES. you name it.

SPIT KINK?! Absolutely. It drives him wild to see you open your mouth for him as he fucks you at a punishing pace.

AFTERCARE KING!! Obviously. you don't get involved in the bedroom activities that Azriel does without also indulging in top-quality aftercare. He'll help you into a warm bath, bring you water and snacks, and after taking you to bed, wrap you in his strong arms and whispers his praises in your ears. For all Azriel is a rough fuck he takes pride in showering you with affection after and letting you know how much he truly loves you.

Eris

ANGRY SEX!!! this man, let me tell you, deep down he is angry. angry at the world and the family he was born into. you are the only good thing in his life and sometimes he enjoys taking his frustrations out with you. not that you mind.

Eris is angry but he is also PASSIONATE-- the other males fuck. he makes love.

COCK WARMING! he's a busy man. he's a newly appointed High Lord and has a lot to work to attend to but nothing brings him more pride than watching and feeling you squirm on his cock waiting patiently for him to finish his work.

SPANKING!! in his heart, he's a disciplinarian and if you've done something he deems needs punishing he is more than happy to oblige.

sensory deprivation is something he likes to experiment with-- feathers, blindfolds, bindings. he both gives and takes in this area of the bedroom.

Eris likes nothing more than fucking under the sky, in the open air, in the dirt. it's primal and base and it's mindblowing.

He's a definitely missionary man! he likes to pin you under him, pushing your legs to rest on his shoulders, kissing you deeply with every thrust and watching your pretty face as pleasure washes over it.

he gets off on the idea of corrupting you. when you met you weren't the most experienced lover and he just loves that it is him that touches you like no one else ever has. that it is him who turned you from innocence to sin.

BREEDING KINK! need i say more? the thought of filling you with his cum and seeing your stomach swell with his child makes his heart pound violently in his chest and he just goes feral.

PRAISE KINK!? on days when he feels like more of a lover than a fighter, his words are filled with reverence and devotion as he makes love to you under the stars.

Lucien

BLOWJOBS! Lucien is a big fan and you happily oblige by sinking to your knees for him. He gathers your hair in your hands and throws his head back in pure ecstasy.

Oral in general really. he would happily live between your thighs coaxing multiple orgasms out of you until you're begging him to stop.

OVERSIMULATION! he gets drunk on hearing you desperately moan his name over and over until they come out as pathetic sobs and even the slightest touch sends you reeling over the edge.

Lucien could look at you all day he particularly likes looking at you when he is buried inside you and he likes making you look too so MIRROR SEX!

He's absolutely a boob man, he'll take your breasts in his firm grip, kneading them roughly or caressing them, leaving kisses in the valley of your breast or sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

Coincidentally this is why he loves to have you on top. he lays flat on his back watching as your breasts move in rhythm with you grinding on his cock.

his favourite type of sex is absolutely makeup sex! the pair of you bicker over the silliest things but you always make it up to each other with wild, rough make-up sex that upsets the neighbours.

Lucien is the gentlest lover of all the boys-- he doesn't want to hurt you in any way and wants to WORSHIP YOU instead. He's all about telling you everything he loves about your body, kissing you from head to toe, his hands gliding along your curves and squeezing lightly in all the right places. He's such a soft!boy

[jules-writes-stories]

The Night Court Lounge | Tribeca, NYC

Azriel x Eris

Chapter 4 on AO3

Once again, he was taken by the magic of the Night Court, with its flickering candles and panoramic views of Manhattan. Points of light upon bridges and thoroughfares below glowed like strands of jewels reflecting off the river and sky. 

Azriel’s heart pushed against his ribs as scarred hands rubbed his smooth thighs. He remembered his breaths, and the cool chain of the leash brushing his bare chest grounded him. Feyre winked and held up three fingers, a reminder of his safe signal. 

She made her way to the front of the platform, gliding in the dim lights, a Queen of Night, holding each leash she’d lengthened to allow for the berth needed with two pairs of wings. 

Az glanced from his periphery just in time to spot a flash of red hair and a sleek frame in an expensive suit. A cord tugged low in his core. Eris Vanserra was watching him with golden serpentine eyes. The flame from a table centerpiece cast a shadow along his face that caressed his high cheekbone, then traveled down the long column of his neck like a lover's finger. Mine.

Azriel involuntarily glanced down at the space between the Dom’s slightly parted legs and stepped toward him, pulling against the leash. Feyre tugged his sternum back. Eris smirked at the correction, and Azriel swore those lush lips formed the word, “soon.”

* * *

The Night Court never failed to turn the most pedestrian tasks into the highest of dramas. The forms were notarized, and the money was wired. Azriel should already be his. But as with every preceding business transaction, Rhysand added a clause stating that all deals started at midnight. 

Eris noted it immediately. Everyone knew bargains and contracts tasted of dark magic. The spellwork and double-speak so often woven invisibly between the lines could lead to ruin. 

And while Eris had a team of lawyers to cleave through Night Court jargon, he doubted it would come to that.

At midnight, Azriel would be his. But first, Eris would sit through whatever charade Rhys had planned. It would involve parading Azriel out with Thesan for the entire Night Court. The man was clearly retaliating against Eris's upper hand at their last meeting. And he was willing to use his cousin to do it.

Well, the joke was on Rhysand if he thought Eris was the jealous type. In fact, the thought of Thesan and Azriel together, pleasuring each other… gave him wicked ideas. Perhaps he would have his treasure and his beloved bat play together, for his benefit.

Azriel was clearly a jealous lover, and Eris secretly enjoyed the sub’s bratty, possessive streak.

He glanced at his watch. Sixty minutes. 

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loved loved loved loved pleasure dom!eris!! i don’t think i can articulate how much i enjoyed it in such a constrained ask box but i re-read that 19462719384637x that past few hours and i’m in love!! it was short but it was so descriptive and you did so well within that time frame 🥹 felt like i was stuck in the moment and it was just so sweet and intimate 🥰 would love to see more of this with eris in the future !! thank you so much for sharing!!

Awww thank you so much 🧡💛😭🫂

I personally really enjoyed writing pleasure-Dom!Eris 🥹

Writing softer fics every so often is such a treat so I’m happy you liked it!! 🧡💛

(Sometimes those slow/intimate fics are simply a need 🫠)

[aldbooks]

Random thought I had today. All the men in ACOTAR (the ones we care about anyway) are all switches, but in different ways...

Rhys: Soft dom. Literally gives in the moment you say 'please'. No self control, he likes to please. As a sub though- this man is an alpha sub, always trying to top, even from the bottom

Cassian: Primal dom. Def a breeding kink. When you get him on his knees though, that boy is a sluuuut. Total glutton for punishment, you can humiliate this man and he will crawl back for more. "Yes, mistress. Step on my throat. Tell me I'm worthless. Hurt me. Please."

Azriel: Pleasure dom, slightly sadistic, but not for physical pain, he just likes to see you squirm. Perfect sub. Follows every command. If you say 'sit still' or 'don't touch', he's not doing a damn thing until he has absolute permission.

Lucien: Affectionate dom. Lots of little touches and caresses, words of praise. Knows how to make you do exactly what he wants without lifting a finger. Absolute charmer. As a sub, he leans towards brat tendencies. He'll do what you ask of him, but he'll sass you the whole time so you think he's fighting you until you realize he's already obeyed.

Helion: 😂 This man is horrible at both taking and giving orders, he just like to have fun. D/s play is like a role-play game for him. As long as everyone has a good time, he's happy to play along

Tarquin: Strict dom, but he has a lot of weaknesses. You say the right words and he'll give in just to hear your pleasure. Very obedient and affectionate sub (with a soft dom- don't be mean, he's a sensitive boy)

Eris: aka the exception. Very strict dom, no mercy, but doesn't care for physical pain. Edging is his game. You obey his orders, and he'll give you unimaginable pleasure. As a sub though... he's not really a sub, he just lets you think you're in control until he loses patience and then he's in charge

Tamlin:.... Not only do I think this man is deeply in the closet in regards to his sexuality, but his preferences on control, as well. He's been conditioned to believe he should be a dom, so he does it (not well), but with the right partner... best. sub. ever.

[autumnshighlady]

Azriel NSFW headcanons plzz 🥵🙈

oh boyyyy here we go ;)

Azriel’s favourite part of your body is your hips – he loves putting his hands on them whenever he can (and leaving bruises on them the next day hehe)

He’s a pleasure dom and I will die on this hill. He won’t fuck you until he’s made you cum at least twice with his fingers and tongue, and then after he fucks you he’ll go right in with his mouth for more, holding you down as you squirm from overstimulation.

I think this goes without saying but he’s INCREDIBLY kinky – but not just kinky, this male is fucking sadistic

He will make you go days, weeks even, without relief if you pissed him off

while Eris is the ultimate brat tamer in my opinion, Azriel is a close second

he won’t get angry and mean like Eris would, but he’d just smile coldly whenever you act like a brat because he knows damn well he’ll get you to behave in the end and have you begging for him and apologizing 

this male will NOT cave into your brattiness no matter how hard you try – he does not get visibly annoyed at you, which pisses you off beyond belief but also scares you because you know he’s planning on exactly how he’s going to repay you later

one time he was particularly mad at you, so he tied you to the bed and made you watch as he got himself off before edging you the entire night, not letting you cum until the sun rose the next day

He loves having you completely restrained and unable to move as he makes your body sing, bonus points if you’ve got tears running down your face

“Aw, are you crying, sweetheart?” Azriel will mock you. “So soon too, I’ve barely begun”

He loves biting for some reason, sinking his teeth into your skin hard enough to leave a mark the next day

He loves having you face down in the mattress as he takes you from behind, one hand either wrapped in your hair (or around the back of your neck) or between your legs while he fucks you

unpopular opinion but I do not think he would use Truth Teller on you – as much as he loves torturing you sexually, that blade reminds him of the physical pain he’s inflicted on others and he would never want you anywhere near that

he is not satisfied until he knows you’ll be walking funny the next day

10/10 has a massive mirror in his room, and above the bed, so you can watch yourself get ruined by him

he wouldn’t mind sharing you as long as he was in full control of everything that was happening (*cough cough* threesome with Eris i mean what)

Azriel has no problem dragging you away from whatever you’re doing and slamming you into the wall to get another taste of you

he always has to be on top – sometimes he’ll let you ride him for a bit to please you, but it won’t take long before he flips you over and takes control again

pet names include sweetheart, darling, gorgeous, love, little slut, angel, princess

I need holy water now, enjoy y’all!

[surielstea]

Giver and Receiver

Kinktober day 3: Worship + Thigh Riding

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Courtesan!Reader

Summary: Eris teaches Reader what it’s like to be on the receiving end of pleasure.

Warnings: Minors dni | 18+ only | overstimulation | praise kink | name calling (whore, angel, darling) | thigh riding | heavy worship | dom/sub dynamics | slight angst (HEA) | fingering | p in v

A. Note: I cooked with this one I fear, mostly smut but when there IS plot you better believe it’s good.

7.2k words.

I walked into the throne room behind my Madame, a forced sultry smile on my red-painted lips, my hands clasped tightly behind my back, my posture straight as I peered up at the High Lord of Autumn through my lashes.

I was positioned in a line of seven other girls, all from the same business as me.

"Lord Beron," My Madame purrs, bowing at the waist, her short greying hair flowing with her as she dipped her head. We all followed suit, as instructed.

"Rise." He commanded and we obeyed, standing tall under his scrutinizing gaze. His eyes roamed over us for what felt like an eternity. Cold, analytical.

"Vedika is our most valued, and expensive girl," My Madame says after a moment of thick silence, placing her hands on the girl next to me. I swallowed thickly, steeling my features the way Vedika did. She was such a natural when it came to stuff like this, I envied her for it more than I envied her beauty.

I always struggled during The Choosing, especially by royals. They were so entitled, thought it was in their right to treat us more like objects than human beings, and perhaps it was, because we were harlots, the lowest class in a High Lord's eyes, despite my Madame's organization being the most prestigious of all courtesan companies.

"Who's your youngest?" Lord Beron asked with an arched brow and my stomach knotted. Oh gods, he was the worst kind of male, wasn't he?

My Madame didn't miss a beat as her hands moved to Clarissa's shoulders, we truly were just money bags to her. "That would be my dear Clarissa, turned forty only a week ago." She said, her voice like silk, smooth and fluid.

"I'll take her," The High Lord said, waving his hand and beckoning the young girl over. My Madame went with her, outstretching her hand as one of the courtiers placed a small coffer of gold into her hands. My madame's eyes nearly popped from her skull.

"My lord, this is far too much for one girl's service," she crooned, her tone sugary, no doubt hoping for future business.

I released a quiet, shaky breath, allowing myself to relax as my nerves ebb. He didn't pick me, thank the gods he didn't pick me.

The high lord didn't even cast her a glance, too focused on the girl he plucked from us as he said, "Give the others to my sons," He waved us off with a dismissive hand and my stomach lurched. "But be discreet, my wife needn't know I have whores roaming the manor," Beron ordered, and again, my Madame bowed, the rest of us following suit, as always.

My hands slightly shook, but I clasped them together behind my back and steeled my expression. Being chosen by a High Lord was one thing— at least he had some sort of leash, the crown bound him to some extent. But his sons? The ones who most likely had no chance of being heir anyway? They had nothing to lose. They could kill me and no one would bat an eye, one whores life for a royals entertainment. It happened more often than one might think.

I stifled my shallow breaths as we left the room, my Madame giving each of us directions to a Vanserra's room. Vedika glanced over at me, her warm brown eyes soft, and comforting.

Vedika taught me everything I knew, everything. She often stuck her neck out for me, in my first years as a mere seventeen-year-old I had told her I was terrified of the male I was assigned— so she offered her services for half the price to the male, and he was quick to ditch me for her. She returned later that night littered with bruises and marks, to this day I still don't think I could ever repay her.

"Vedika, you can go to the youngest of the brothers, he's the first door on your left, a real charmer apparently," My Madame hums. "A reward, for all the money you bring me," She purrs.

Vedika bows low, proper. "Thank you, mistress," She said, her voice soft and as lovely as a summer's night. She stood upright and gave me one last lingering look before disappearing down the hall.

"And you," My Madame sighs, looking me over. "The oldest will do for you," She clicks her tongue, hands coming to my shoulders, fixing my posture.

I bit down on my lip to stop it from trembling. The eldest Vanserra was known for his cruelty, renowned for the way he had treated The Morrigan, his former fiancée.

"Perhaps he'll beat some sense into you," Madame mused, clicking her tongue as she adjusted the sheer fabric of my gown. Her words hung in the air, and I wasn't sure if she meant them literally or figuratively. "Now, what do you say?"

I bow low, lower than Vedika had. "Thank you, mistress," I utter, willing my voice not to wobble.

"Go on then, last door down," She shoos. I rise from my bend and don't say another word as I stride down the hall, faux confidence in my movements as I pass every door, the sounds of moaning and grunting already being able to be heard from the adjacent rooms. My steps became more and more hesitant the closer I got to that last door, hands trembling as I came to a stop in front of it and raised my hand to knock.

I blinked away my fear and knocked twice, loud enough for him to hear without question, but still, delicate, to show that I was nowhere near a threat.

I rocked back on my heels anxiously, my stomach knotting itself into a tangled mess. The door swung open. I looked up, and up, and up. Meeting eyes of gold and amber and saffron.

I've heard talk of Eris Vanserra, but nowhere in his reputation did anyone mention how unfairly beautiful he was. His tousled auburn hair, brushed back like he'd run his fingers through it countless times, framed a face too sharp and striking to be kind. His skin, smooth and sun-kissed, was dusted with freckles over the bridge of his nose. His full lips parted, and I realized far too late that he was speaking to me.

"My, my," He smirked. "I'd say the gods have gifted me an angel if I didn't know any better." He crosses his muscular arms over his carved chest, leaning against the doorway and peering down at me. "What brings you to my chambers?"

"Your father..." I say, then wince. It'd most likely be best if I didn't mention his cheating, bastard of a father if my goal was to sleep with him. "I work for Madame Kamira's house," I explain, attempting my most sultry of voices. "We were called upon to service the Vanserra family, one for each son," I sum briefly, clenching my hands into fists behind my back, my manicured nails digging into my palms.

His eyes darkened with amusement as I clenched my hands into fists behind my back, nails digging into my palms. This was a game, and I was already losing.

Eris tilted his head slightly, his gaze flicking over me like I was something to be savored slowly, methodically. I fought to keep my breath steady, to maintain the façade of composure. My role here was clear: I was a courtesan, meant to please him, nothing more. The idea of taking anything for myself had never even crossed my mind. It wasn't allowed.

He pushed off the doorframe and stepped aside, motioning for me to enter. "Well then, let's see what all the fuss is about," he said smoothly, his voice a purr.

I hesitated for only a fraction of a second before crossing the threshold. His chambers were vast, dimly lit by the flickering glow of a hearth. The air smelled of smoke, cedar, and something faintly sweet, almost like cinnamon. Rich tapestries lined the walls, and a large bed dominated the room, draped in crimson and gold.

The door closed behind me with a soft click, the sound almost ominous in the silence. I could feel him watching me, and the weight of his gaze settled over my skin like a heavy, heated blanket. I prepared myself to do what I always did—to serve, to please. This was nothing new.

"Relax," Eris said, amusement dancing in his tone as he crossed the room, each step deliberate and predatory. "I don't bite. Not unless you ask me to."

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening despite my best efforts. My hands still trembled slightly, but I clasped them in front of me, hoping to hide them. I'd been in situations like this before, but something about him—about Eris—was different. Dangerous.

"You seem nervous," he commented, his voice now closer than I expected. I turned slightly, only to find him mere inches away, towering over me with that same smug smirk on his lips.

"I'm not," I lied, though my voice wavered ever so slightly. I didn't understand why I felt so on edge. He was like every other male who'd paid for my company—so why was this different?

His amber eyes glinted with amusement as he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was gentle, too gentle for someone with his reputation.

"Liar," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

My throat tightened, and I resisted the urge to shrink away. Instead, I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze directly. Fine, I'd play this game.

"I'm here to serve you, my lord," I said, injecting as much confidence into my voice as I could muster. "How would you like me to begin?"

Eris chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending a shiver down my spine. "Bold," he mused, his hand trailing down my neck before dropping to his side. "But unnecessary. I have something else in mind."

Before I could ask what, he moved to the bed, sitting on the edge and leaning back slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. He patted his thigh once, a clear invitation.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I moved without hesitation, crossing the room to stand before him. His eyes darkened, the playful glint from earlier replaced by something deeper, more intense.

"On my thigh," he instructed, his voice soft but commanding. "Take your pleasure."

I froze. I couldn't have heard him right. Take my pleasure? No one had ever asked me to do that. I wasn't paid to find my own pleasure—I was paid to give it. I must've misunderstood. My body tensed, and confusion flickered across my face, though I tried to hide it. Surely he didn't mean—

"Go on," Eris coaxed, his amber eyes softening as he watched me hesitate. "Don't be afraid."

My breath caught. He wasn't telling me to focus on him—he wanted me to take control, to feel something for myself. The very idea felt foreign, like stepping into uncharted territory. But I couldn't let my confusion show. Not when he was watching me so intently.

With measured movements, I straddled his thigh, the smooth fabric of my gown brushing against his legs. His hands came to rest on my hips, holding me steady but not guiding me—he wanted to watch me, to see me take what I was never allowed to have.

"There's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers digging in ever so slightly, his approval radiating through his touch. "Now, get yourself off."

I bit down on my lip, my hands resting on his broad shoulders as I began to move. Slowly at first, testing, the friction of my core against his thigh sending jolts of heat through me. I wasn't used to this. It felt wrong, almost selfish. But his hands, his eyes—they were encouraging me to go on.

"Faster," he urged his voice a low rumble that sent another wave of heat pooling in my belly. "Don't hold back. I want to see how badly you need this." His words sent a shock through me, but I still didn't understand. I was supposed to make him feel good, wasn't I? Not myself. This was for his enjoyment, not mine. And yet, the way his hands gripped my hips, the way his eyes never left mine—he seemed more focused on me, on my pleasure, than anything else.

Eris's smirk faded slightly, replaced by something warmer, more patient. His hands guided me, helping me move against him, the friction intensifying with every roll of my hips. "Let go," he whispered, his voice full of command but laced with something softer. "This is for you. No one else."

I gasped, my grip tightening on his shoulders as the pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter. His praise, the way he was watching me so closely—it was almost too much. Every time his thigh flexed beneath me, it sent another wave of rapture through my body, until I was trembling with need. But I didn't know how to give in.

"You're beautiful like this," Eris whispered, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "Absolutely stunning."

His words were the final push I needed, and with one more roll of my hips, I shattered. A soft cry escaped my lips as pleasure tore through me, my body convulsing against his thigh. His hands held me steady, keeping me from collapsing as I rode out the wave of ecstasy.

For a long moment, I couldn't move, couldn't think. The only sound in the room was my ragged breathing, the world narrowing down to the heat of Eris's body beneath mine and the smug satisfaction radiating from him.

When I finally looked up, his smirk had softened into something almost, tender. He raised a hand to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my flushed skin.

"There you go," he murmured, his voice full of approval. "You did well, angel."

His praise sent a lingering warmth through me, and despite everything, I found myself leaning into his touch. For a moment, just a moment, it felt like more than just a transaction. But I knew better than to let myself believe it.

Eris pulled back, the heat in his eyes still simmering beneath the surface. "You're not done yet," he said, his voice a low growl that made my pulse quicken once more. "Nowhere near it, baby." Eris's grip tightened on my hips, pulling me more securely onto his lap. The warmth of his body seeped through me, and I fought to steady my breathing as the remnants of pleasure still pulsed through my veins. His hands, large and sure, never left me—there was no hurry in his movements, no sense of urgency. Only calm control, as if he had all the time in the world to coax another reaction out of me.

I was still reeling from what had just happened, struggling to comprehend it. To understand how someone like him, someone with such power, and such a cruel reputation, could be so patient. Could focus on me like this.

"Look at you," he whispered, his hands sliding from my hips to my waist, then upward, tracing the curves of my body with deliberate care. "You've never been worshiped, have you?" The words sent a shiver through me, a reminder of how foreign all of this felt. I should have felt more in control, and more confident, but instead, I felt, vulnerable. Exposed in a way I hadn't ever been before.

"I don't—" I started to say, unsure of how to finish. I didn't understand how this was supposed to work. I didn't know what he wanted from me. "How can I service you, My Lord?" I manage to say, despite my orgasm still consuming me down to my very bones.

Eris leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against the curve of my jaw, just beneath my ear. His breath was warm against my skin, sending a ripple of heat down my spine. "It's simple," he murmured. "You find release, and I find mine from watching you unravel."

Before I could respond, his hands began to move again, gliding down my sides with an almost reverent touch. Every caress was measured, and controlled, as though he was savoring every second, every inch of my skin. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

"Don't think," he said softly, his voice barely more than a breath against my neck. "Just feel." He cooed and my brain faltered when I tried wrapping my head around it. This was work, my job, I was being paid for this, this... idolatry.

"Good girl," he whispered, the praise low and warm. His hands continued their slow exploration, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me shiver. "I want you to get used to this."

I tensed, biting down on my lip to stifle the soft whimper that threatened to escape. Get used to what? This attention? This feeling? The thought of him focusing on me, of being the one receiving pleasure, still felt strange. But the way his hands moved, the way he murmured soft words of encouragement—it made something inside me melt.

"Eris, I don't... I'm not used to—" I started to say, but it was too much to even voice, to express.

"I know," he said, his voice soothing. "But you're going to learn because I'm going to teach you." He said against my throat, my heart raced, and for the first time, I allowed myself to believe him. To believe that maybe—just maybe—this wasn't about control or power or payment. Maybe he truly did want to give me something in return. Something that had never been offered to me before.

"Relax," Eris repeated, his fingers grazing the tops of my thighs, sending sparks of heat through my body. "Let me worship you."

Worship.

The word sent a tremor through me, and I couldn't stop the soft exhale that escaped my lips. Worship. I had spent years learning how to worship others, and how to make them feel like gods beneath my touch. But this, this was different. This was Eris Vanserra, a male of unimaginable power, offering to gods damned to worship me.

His hands continued their slow, deliberate path, moving higher, his fingers dancing over my skin with reverence. Every touch sent a new wave of heat coursing through me, and I felt my control slipping away, unraveling beneath his ministrations.

"You're tense," he said quietly, his voice full of understanding. "You don't have to be. Not here. Not with me."

My breath hitched as his hands moved back to my waist, pulling me closer to him. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, solid and grounding. I felt his lips brush against the shell of my ear, the sensation so delicate it sent a shiver through me.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear in a ghost of a kiss. "Let me teach you what it's like to be praised."

My chest tightened the vulnerability of his words settling deep inside me. I didn't know how to let go. I didn't know how to take what he was offering. But I wanted to. Oh, gods, I wanted to.

Before I could overthink it, I nodded, the motion small, almost imperceptible. But it was enough.

Eris's smirk softened into something more tender, and he pressed his lips fully to mine, the kiss slow and deliberate. His hands roamed my body with respectful intent, each touch drawing more pleasure, more heat from me than I thought possible.

And for the first time, I allowed myself to revel in it.

His hands were everywhere. Not in a rush, but in a way that felt like he was memorizing every inch of me. His palms skimmed my sides, the curve of my waist, the softness of my thighs. He explored me like I was something precious, a treasure to be savored rather than a tool for pleasure. I'd never felt anything like it.

My mind struggled to catch up. This wasn't supposed to be how it went. I was meant to please him, to give. And yet here he was, still, making me feel like I was the center of the universe. Like he was here for me, and not the other way around.

His lips moved from my mouth, trailing down the side of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. A soft moan escaped me as his tongue flicked against the hollow of my throat, and I felt him smile against my skin.

His hands gripped the hem of my gown and slowly began to lift it. I inhaled sharply, my nerves flaring, but his movements were steady and patient. He paused, giving me the chance to stop him, but I didn't. I couldn't. My body, and my mind—they both craved more.

The gown slid over my hips, the cool air of the room hitting my heated skin as the fabric pooled around my waist. I could feel my pulse racing, could hear the soft rustle of the fabric, but all I could focus on was him—Eris. His hands were on me, his gaze drinking me in as though he had never seen anything more captivating.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. His hands rested on my thighs now, thumbs drawing soft circles over my skin, warming me with every touch. "Let me see all of you."

I hesitated, but there was no judgment in his eyes, only a desire that burned brighter than any fire in the Autumn Court. Slowly, I shifted, letting him lift my gown fully off of me, leaving me bare before him.

Eris's gaze raked over my exposed body, his pupils dilating as he took me in. But instead of feeling vulnerable or objectified like I had countless times before, I felt powerful. Wanted. Craved.

His hands slid back up my thighs, slow and reverent, until he reached the apex of my legs. My breath hitched, and I clenched my thighs together instinctively, but Eris's touch remained gentle, coaxing.

"Relax," he murmured, brushing his lips against my collarbone. "This is for you."

I exhaled shakily, the unfamiliar words settling deep inside me. He wasn't taking; he was giving. It was a concept I struggled to grasp—how could someone like him, a Vanserra, want me to take what I wanted?

His fingers grazed higher, parting my legs gently, giving me space to breathe as he settled between them. I bit my lip, the anticipation building with every second, with every brush of his hands on my skin. His gaze flicked up to mine, and the molten gold in his eyes was enough to make my breath catch.

"Be good for me, yeah?" he said again, his voice like a warm caress. His fingers moved between my legs, slow and teasing, brushing against my most sensitive spot.

The touch sent a shockwave through me, and I gasped, my hands clutching his shoulders for stability. His thumb circled my clit, gentle but firm, applying just the right amount of pressure. I could feel the tension building inside me, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke.

"Take what you need," he whispered, his lips ghosting over my jaw, my neck. "This is yours. I'm yours tonight."

I whimpered, my head falling back as the pleasure began to mount. His fingers worked me expertly, drawing out sounds I hadn't known I was capable of making. Every caress, every touch, was designed to make me come undone.

But as the heat built, I couldn't shake the disbelief. This was meant to be for him, wasn't it? I was supposed to serve. Yet here I was, trembling and teetering on the edge of something I'd never felt before, something overwhelming and wonderful.

Eris seemed to sense my hesitation because his hand slowed, his fingers teasing rather than giving, prolonging the agony. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "You deserve to feel this," he whispered, his voice deep and rough with desire. "I want to hear you say it."

I could barely form words, could barely think past the haze of pleasure clouding my mind, but his command pulled something raw from me. "I— I deserve this," I whispered, the words trembling on my lips.

His smile against my skin was wicked, triumphant. "Attagirl."

And then, before I could fully process it, he slid two fingers inside me, slow and deliberate, filling me in a way that made my back arch off the bed. I gasped, my body instinctively pressing against his hand, craving more of that delicious friction.

"You feel so perfect," he breathed, his lips pressing hot kisses to my neck as his fingers moved in and out, setting a slow but torturous rhythm. "So tight."

I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets as I rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was so expertly giving me. His thumb returned to that sensitive spot, circling, teasing, driving me higher and higher.

I was on the edge, teetering between control and chaos, the tension building to a crescendo. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, and the coil inside me snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I cried out, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling in its wake. Eris didn't stop, didn't relent—his fingers continued their delicious torment, drawing every last bit of pleasure from me until I was spent, gasping for air.

When I finally came down from the high, Eris withdrew his hand slowly, and gently, and I collapsed against him, my body trembling, my mind spinning.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his voice soft and full of reverence. "And I'm not done with you yet."

Before I could protest, he shifted, pulling me beneath him and laying me down on his enormous mattress, his body hot and solid against mine. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I swallowed hard, my body still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Eris leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, and I felt his hand slide between us, positioning himself at my entrance. He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes molten with desire.

"You alright? Think you're ready for me?"

I nodded, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest and with a slow, deliberate thrust, Eris entered me, filling me completely.

I gasped, my elastic walls stretching around him, adjusting to the sensation of him deep inside me. The weight of his body, the way he fit perfectly between my thighs—it was overwhelming, like he was made for this, made to take me to places I'd never allowed myself to go.

He paused, letting me adjust, his gaze fixed on mine. There was something in the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, like he could read every flicker of hesitation, every burst of pleasure crossing my face.

"Breathe," he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing. He brushed his lips against my jaw, the warmth of his breath grounding me. "You're doing so well, sweet girl."

I let out a shaky breath, nodding as I tried to relax into the sensation. His praise made something warm bloom inside me, something unfamiliar but not unwelcome. The tension that had coiled around me since I stepped into his chambers began to unravel, slowly giving way to something softer, more intoxicating.

He shifted his hips, moving within me, at a slow, languid pace that sent heat spiraling through my veins. Each thrust was controlled, and measured, like he was savoring every second, every sound that escaped me.

"I want to hear you," he whispered against my ear. "Every moan, every gasp. Don't hold back."

I bit my lip, stifling the sounds that threatened to spill over, but his next thrust, deeper and more purposeful, tore a moan from my throat. My body arched beneath him, seeking more of that delicious friction, more of the pleasure that was building between us like a fire.

Eris groaned softly, his breath ragged as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the curve of my shoulder. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me to meet his slow rhythm, each movement a reminder of just how much control he had—control he was choosing to give me.

"You feel so perfect," he breathed, his voice raw. "Like you were made for me."

The heat in his words, the way they wrapped around me like silk, made me clench around him. His pace quickened slightly, his control slipping just enough for me to feel the urgency building beneath the surface.

I let out a soft whimper, my hands grasping at his shoulders as I pulled him closer, needing more of him, needing to drown in the way he made me feel. It was too much and not enough all at once—every thrust bringing me closer to that edge, to the place where my body and mind could no longer resist.

Eris seemed to sense my rising need, his hips snapping forward with a little more force, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. His lips found mine again, devouring me in a kiss that was hungry, desperate. He swallowed my moans, his body grinding against mine in a way that made me lose all sense of the world outside of this moment.

"You're close, aren't you?" he rasped, his forehead pressed against mine. His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "I want to feel you come around me."

The way he touched me, the way his words wrapped around me like a command and a plea, it sent me hurtling toward the edge. I couldn't hold on any longer, couldn't resist the pull of the pleasure that built inside me.

I cried out, my body trembling beneath him as the orgasm ripped through me, stronger than anything I had ever felt before. My muscles clenched around him, dragging him deeper, and I could feel him groan, feel his body tense as he chased his own release.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Taking me so well." His pace quickened, his thrusts more erratic now as he sought his own pleasure, the fire in his eyes burning brighter as he watched me fall apart beneath him. I was barely coherent, my mind lost to the pleasure, but I could feel him—every inch of him, every sound, every touch, searing into my skin.

With a final, deep thrust, he groaned low and guttural, his body shuddering as he found his release inside me. The warmth of him, the way he collapsed against me, breathless and spent, sent aftershocks rippling through my body.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, the only sound in the room the soft, ragged breaths we shared. Eris's weight was comforting, and grounding, and I found myself clinging to him, my hands still tangled in his hair, my body still trembling from the intensity of what had just passed between us.

He shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, his hand brushing soothingly over my side. "You did so well," he whispered, his voice full of admiration. "So perfect."

I didn't know what to say, how to process the fact that someone had just taken the time to worship me, to make me feel something I had never been allowed to feel. But as I lay there, wrapped in his warmth, I couldn't help but feel... cherished. For the first time, I wasn't just a courtesan. I wasn't just here to serve.

He pulled back slightly, his fingers trailing over my flushed skin, his eyes soft as they met mine. "Are you alright?" he asked, genuine concern lacing his voice.

I nodded, unable to form words yet, still coming down from the high he had pulled me into. He smiled at that, a small, satisfied smirk that made my heart skip a beat.

After it was over, we lay tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, my chest still heaving from the intensity of it all. Eris's breath was warm against my skin, his hands trailing over my back in slow, soothing circles. The quiet intimacy that followed the storm of passion was disarming, and unfamiliar. I was used to being dismissed, sent away with a few gold coins and a soul a little dimmer than when I had arrived.

But Eris, asked me to stay. So I did. He held me close, his touch reverent, as if I was something precious, something to be cherished, not discarded.

"You're trembling," he whispered against my temple, his lips brushing the area. "Are you cold?"

I wasn't, but I nodded anyway, unsure how to explain that the tremors were more from the emotional upheaval than any physical discomfort. Without a word, Eris shifted, reaching for the blankets and pulling them over both of us, wrapping me in warmth. His arm remained around me, pulling me back against his chest, his fingers stroking my arm gently. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.

"Rest," he murmured, his voice soft and comforting. "You've earned it." It was an order I found myself willing to obey. My body, exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure, began to give way to the heavy pull of sleep. I hadn't realized how much I craved this—this gentleness, this quiet comfort. The idea that I could just be held, without expectation, without obligation.

Before long, the steady rise and fall of Eris's breathing lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I woke, the room was bathed in the dim light of early morning. Eris was still beside me, his arm draped lazily over my waist, his face softened in sleep. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and... and something else. Something I wasn't ready to name.

What had happened last night—what he had done to me—had altered something deep inside me. Eris hadn't just touched my body, he had touched a part of me I hadn't known existed. He had made me feel like more than just a tool for someone else's desires. At that moment, I hadn't been just a courtesan. I had been a woman, his woman, worthy of pleasure and tenderness.

But as the warmth of that realization settled over me, so did the cold truth. He was the son of a High Lord. I was nothing more than a whore.

The thought hit me like a weight in my chest, making it hard to breathe. This couldn't be real. Whatever had passed between us last night couldn't mean anything. It couldn't. And yet, the way he had touched me, the way he had looked at me—like I was something more—had shaken everything I thought I knew about my place in this world.

How could I ever go back to who I was before? How could I move on from this, from him, when he had shown me a version of myself I had never seen?

I turned my head slightly, studying the sharp lines on his face, and the soft fall of his red hair across the pillow. He was beautiful, yes, but more than that, he was dangerous—dangerous in the way he made me hope. Hope for something I had no right to even dream of.

But what other choice did I have?

I closed my eyes, swallowing against the lump in my throat. I had to be realistic. This was one night. One perfect, beautiful night, but it couldn't be anything more. He would go back to his life, to his duties as a lord's son, and I would return to Madame Kamira's house, to my place among the other courtesans.

Still, as I lay there in his arms, the warmth of his body pressed against mine, I couldn't stop the yearning that twisted deep in my chest. I wanted more. I wanted to know what other nights with him might be like, what it would feel like to be worshipped by him again, to be held like I was something precious. But even as the thought bloomed in my mind, I felt the sting of reality pulling me back.

Eris stirred beside me, his golden eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times, focusing on me, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, I saw something soft in his gaze. Something that made my chest tighten with a dangerous mix of longing and fear.

"Good morning," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I was afraid I'd dreamt you." His voice was still affected by sleep, deep and groggy.

"Oh? Did I leave that much of an impression?" I replied, a smile already tugging at my lips before I could stop it. "I'm very real."

"Thank the gods for that," he mused, propping his head up on his elbow and reaching over with his free hand, brushing my most likely messy hair from my face. The action was so simple, yet intimate. "And how do you feel? Last night was quite eventful."

"Eventful," I echoed softly, a slight laugh escaping my lips. "That's one way to put it."

Eris chuckled, the sound rich and deep, and it made my heart skip again. "I could come up with other words but I think you'd turn red if I did." He hummed, leaning closer, his nose brushing against mine.

"You might be right," I murmured, growing shy with our proximity— despite the fact that he had me grinding on him just last night. I glance away and to my relief, he rears back. "I have to admit, you surprised me," I confess.

He dips down, his lips brushing against my neck. "Yeah? How so angel?" He asked while pressing a soft kiss to one of the marks he left mere hours ago.

"You made me feel things I thought weren't capable," I utter, peering down at him.

His lips paused on my neck, his gaze flicking up, staring at me through his brows, studying me. "And what is it you felt?"

"Adoration," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like I was more than just, a service." I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat.

A slow smile spread across his lips, and he moved back up, his breath brushing against my cheek. "Angel, you’re not a service." His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "You could've asked for anything last night, and I would've given it to you."

"Oh? Anything?" I teased back, arching a brow.

"Anything," he confirmed, his voice deepening as his fingers trailed softly down my arm. "You deserve to be adored. In fact, I rather enjoyed worshipping you."

I rolled my eyes, though my pulse was racing. "You have such a way with words, don't you?"

He smirked, not missing a beat. "You're just realizing this now?" He asked, running a hand up my shoulder, past my jaw to cup my cheek.

"Maybe," I shot back with a smirk of my own. "I was a bit, distracted last night." His thumb grazed my bottom lip as I spoke, his gaze never leaving mine.

"You weren't the only one." For a moment, the playful tone between us softened. My heart thudded against my chest as I realized how much I wanted to stay here, basking in his attention. His gaze flicked down to my lips and I quickly reminded myself of the reality we lived in—the boundaries we couldn't ignore.

"I should go," I said suddenly, my voice shaky as I slipped from his arms, pulling the sheets around me like a protective barrier. "I have other clients to tend to." The weight of my words settled heavily in the air, and I saw the flicker of disappointment cross his face, quickly masked by resolve.

"I'll see you again, won't I?" His tone was earnest as I slipped from the bed, pulling on my discarded gown and trying to ignore the way his eyes never left my figure once.

"Depends, will you call for me?" I tilt my head with a teasing smile, he looks up at me, tucking a muscular arm behind his head— it was an effort not to slip back into bed next to the heir.

"Every night, if I have to," He grinned like a cat.

"Careful, you'll run out of money before you know it," I taunt, reaching down and brushing a tuft of red hair from his forehead, I hadn’t meant to— but my body wasn’t my own when I was around him.

"You seem to underestimate how deep my pockets go, sweetheart," He purred, I ran my fingertips down the side of his face in a caress as gentle as a lovers.

"Do I?" I ask playfully, and he catches my wrist before I can brush my thumb over his slightly swollen lips. His hold was soft, yet as immovable as iron, a warning.

"I might just buy you all for myself if you keep teasing me," He suggests and my breath hitched at the idea. He arches a brow.

"You like that idea?" It was his turn to smirk. "Leaving your Madames house and becoming my personal whore," His hand slipped into mine, bringing my palm to his lips and kissing it gently. "Lover behind closed doors?" He suggests and I swallow thickly, not allowing myself to even imagine the fantasy— nor think about how desperately I wished for that.

"And when you grow bored of me?" I ask. "Will you cast me to the streets?"

He looked as if he might have scoffed at the idea if it weren't for the glimmer of hope he caught in my eyes. "Bored of you? My angel, I've only laid with you for a night. It'll be lifetimes before I'm done with the list of things I wish to do to you." He purred and my heart fluttered, gut twisting at the promise of pleasure. "Are you sure that's what you want?" He added and I doubt I had ever nodded in agreement to something faster in my life.

"Yes— please," I blurt and he chuckled, kissing my palm again.

"Then come back to bed, and when your Madame comes to riot for your return I'll give her triple what she thinks you're worth," He declared and I blushed, unsure what to say to convey how eternally grateful I was. He tugged on my hand and all I could do was get back into bed beside him.

"My angel," He whispered softly, and his next words seemed to leave a mark on me more permanent than any of the ones he had given to me last night. "You deserve every dream you've dared to wish for, let me give them to you.”

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Equinox

Kinktober Day 29: Eris x Reader [Throne Sex]

Summary: Anon Req: Ooo what about eris x reader public sex on his throne?

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), dom x sub dynamics, exhibitionism, (mentioned voyeurism)

Word Count: 2,510

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Eris is thoughtful with his steps, as if he knows you’ve struggled all night in the tight, tall heels making your feet ache. You clutch the skirts of your elegant emerald dress, head turned towards the ground as you watch your steps, trying not to trip. You look nothing as Eris does, with his learned grace, gliding up the stairs how only one from a royal family would. Your cheeks burn hot with a blush, humiliated already at the fact that someone with a status just above farmhand would be his chosen for the night.

You can feel the eyes staring holes into your back. Jack—who escorted you on your fathers behalf—watches from his spot on the outskirts of the room, copper chalice brimmed with hearty wine clutched tightly in his fist. If he were a higher fae, he’d be burning this place to the fucking ground.

Peeking through the curtain of your hair, you note that Eris’ brothers have already started in on the fun. Pyrolas sits on his throne, females perched on the arm of each chair. There’s a male on the floor between his knees, and you can hear him begging the Autumn heir to unleash his cock from his trousers.

One Eris’ other side is Conleth. Third born, he’s the most docile of the group. You’ve heard him to be wicked with his fingers, drawing the string of his bow with such precision he could kill from a mile away. Even he seems to be participating in the equinox traditions, though the flush to his cheeks and gleam to his auburn gaze tells you that he’d needed the liquid courage to be knuckle deep in the naked male he has grinding on his lap. Lucky for him and his brothers, Beron has retired for the night, and they can claim whom they please.

A throne down from Conleth is Oakland. Ever the strategist like his oldest brother, he’s still scouring the crowd, searching for the perfect person to spend the evening with. He sits tall in his chair, body rigid, but not with confidence. You can see right through his façade. He’s nearly trembling with nerves, you can see it in the way his fingers are curled around the arms of his chair. 

His eyes meet yours and you flinch. You’re not used to meeting any of their fiery gazes, let alone more than one.

Finally at the top of the dais, Eris turns, sitting down in his seat. The way that he’s able to look down at you despite being taller than him makes a shiver wrack your spine, and the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. 

His fingers are still intertwined with yours, and he gives them a gentle sway, trying to gain your attention although he already has it, has had it since you’d stepped into the room for the Autumnal Equinox.

“On your knees, fawn.” His tone is rough, tightening the collar of your dress. Fires rage high in hearths, almost licking the rich curtains draping from ceiling to floor. The room isn’t stifling because of that, though, but because of the magic in the air, the powers of the Autumn Equinox in full effect throughout the Court’s lands. 

You can feel that heat between your legs, wetting your panties. Your skin itches with the need to be touched, to be claimed. Rapt music glides through the air, sensual and alluring. The sounds of gasps and moans of pleasure fill the air as others join in, and your eyes flutter at the sound. Eris’ russet gaze licks down your body in a wave of warmth, and you follow it, dropping between the split of his toned thighs, coming face to face with his cock, straining against navy trousers.

You twist your fingers nervously, a lump in your throat. You want this, want to give yourself over to the Autumn Gods on this festive night, want Eris to splay you out and take you for his own, worshiping each other like those very Gods did while they’d walked this continent. You want to worship them as the fae still do now, with bodies and souls, intertwined, half him, half you for the perfectly half light, half night of the day. The most perfect day of the year.

Eris brushes his fingers down your soft cheek, admiring you. His touch sends you reeling, the rest of the room disappearing as his skin brushes yours. His thumb slides across your mouth and you can’t help but to part your lips, flicking your tongue out to taste him.

His russet eyes flare at the sight. He undoes his belt with one hand, pulling at the ties. With his other hand, he dips two fingers into your mouth. You suck greedily, releasing a whimper at his taste that chokes off as he presses his fingers further. He shoves his pants down his legs and his cock springs up, all flushed and ruddy at the head. You clench your fingers in your skirts, saliva pooling in your mouth as he jerks himself once, twice. Spit drips from the sides of your mouth around his fingers, making a mess already.

“Like what you see?” Eris asks, knowing full well that you can’t respond with words. Not with his fingers caressing the inside of your throat. You nod, jostling his digits in your throat, your esophagus constricting as you try to swallow. “Want to taste?”

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull at his words, moan mixing with one of the fae occupying his brother’s throne beside you. You don’t dare look anywhere but at your closed lids or at Eris, nothing can draw your attention away from him.

His fingers fall from your mouth to cradle your head with a large hand. You lick your lips and he follows the motion of your tongue, giving himself a rough jerk, grunting at the feeling. When he looks at you like this you don’t care that he doesn’t know your name, that he’s calling you fawn, or that people are watching. Not his brothers, not your escort, not any of the males or females falling on their knees, pleading for a chance with one of the Autumn Princes. 

Eris guides your face closer to his cock and it’s now you see the pearlescent beads of precum at his slit. You want to collect those drops like the precious pearls they are, roll them around on your tongue, burn them into your memory for centuries to come.

You part your lips, hot breath ghosting over his silken skin. The muscles of his abdomen flex, and when you flick your gaze up to meet his, he’s a goner.

“Open your mouth for me, fawn. Need to see that tongue.”

Pressing the rest of the way forward, you find the confidence to take his cock in your own grip, swatting his hand away so you can stroke him and lift him to your lips. Brushing across his slip with a groan, his flavor bursts on your tongue. He’s entirely autumn, tasting of the musk of the earth, smoky wood and crisp breezes. You vow to yourself that this will not be the last time you taste him, he’s utterly addicting.

Eris chokes at the sight of you, drooling over the hard lines of his cock, licking, kissing, sucking your way around the sensitive skin. He hisses through his teeth, guiding you where he likes, shoving you down to lap at his balls. You follow obediently, showing him just how good you can be.

After giving him a thorough lick, Eris growls, having had enough of your errant teasing. By a fist of your hair, he’s allowing you to slide your lips down his cock, taking him in full. When he hits the back of your throat you gag, but he loves it, pressing you down further until you can’t breathe, his girth stretching your throat. 

It feels like a fire burning in your windpipe, stifling and hot. He jerks his hips, using his hand in your hair to guide you up and down on his cock. It makes tears prick your eyes, your cheeks flushed hot. Your nails dig into the skin of his thighs but it only spurs him on, loud moans echoing off of the walls of the ballroom.

“Fuck, fawn,” he pants, stare pinned to how you’re taking over, moving against him now, suckling his cock greedily. You’re a sight to see like this, covered in spit, cheeks stuffed full of his cock. “You feel fucking amazing.”

You moan in response to him, losing yourself in the throes of his cock in your mouth. You try to suck any noise that you can from him, enjoying the way they’re for your ears only, despite the lewd sounds accompanying the deep, heady music. 

With a hiss, Eris pulls you from his cock. You’re panting, brows furrowing sadly from the loss but Eris is caressing your cheeks with both hands again, thumbs sliding through the wetness around your mouth, cooing softly. 

“You did so well for me, fawn. I bet you’re so wet, gushing for me, aren’t you?” He asks, and you whine because yes, your thighs are pressed so tightly together they’re trembling, and none of it is stimulating your crying clit, either.

“Yes,” you plead, gripping his wrists, eyes wide. “So wet for you, prince.” 

If he’s not going to call you by your name, you won’t call him by his either.

Doesn’t seem to matter to Eris, though, because he’s shuddering and tugging you from the floor to your feet, spinning you around so his pale, freckled ass is to your audience, your hands planted on the arms of his chair as he bends you over. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he nudges his hips against yours, cock pressing into the soft fabric of your dress. You can feel his length against your hind, shivering as his fingers find the ties of your dress. His torso is pressed tight to your back and his breath is hot in your ear as his teeth graze your cheek.

“Do you want me to bend you over my throne, little fawn, or would you like to ride my cock?” 

It’s surprising that he’s giving you the choice, a prince so often used to his demands being listened to. This…you…you are different though. The surge of fire within him is not that of lust. It’s a slow roiling of hot coals, compact with heat. They stir, embers flaring at the sight of your exposed skin while he slips your dress further and further down your back, exposing your creamy skin.

Your body is squeezed tight; eyes shut at the feeling of his fiery touch licking down your spine, your thighs clenched, cunt dripping and aching with need. Your muscles are constricted, body shaking with anticipation. Your mind whirls, trying to make sense of his words.

“Cock,” you gasp as he palms over your newly exposed breasts. The bite of the ballroom hardens your nipples, but the warmth of Eris’ fingers soothes them. You shudder with pleasure, arching into his chest at your back. “Want to sit on your cock, prince.” 

His cock jumps at your use of his title. He growls deeply, nipping at your ear. Your whimper carries on an autumn breeze, down the line of thrones to Pyrolas, who uses his minute wind magic to listen in. Eris’ eye blaze brightly as he shoots his younger brother a searing glare. Pyrolas’ powers had come in handy often when they were young and listened in on conversations they shouldn’t have been, but now that the second born knows how to use them to his advantage, Eris is more careful than not when he speaks.

But he will not be sharing you, despite the fact that the room is crowded with courtiers and patrons under their rule. 

He will show them all who you belong to.

“I was hoping you’d say that, little fawn,” he murmurs, lips hot against your throat. Eris stands and you shiver at the loss of his warmth, straightening and spinning around on your heel, chasing him. He’s only stepped away to undress, fingers quickly maneuvering the buttons of his shirt open. It slides from his broad, freckle smattered shoulders like butter.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Eris kicks away the rest of his trousers, allowing you to get your fill. Rippling muscles line his body. He’s cut and hard like his bobbing cock, waiting so prettily for you.

He sits on his throne, one leg straight out, looking ever like the arrogant prince he’s supposed to be. His smirk only adds to his front, and he offers you a hand.

Taking it, you allow Eris to help you, parting your thighs across each of his muscular ones.

He takes himself in his hand, jerking once before he’s sliding his hot tip against your folds. You gasp, shuddering at the feeling, hips circling softly, following his cock like a magnet. Eris’ smirk turns wolfish as you chase, allowing you to sink down on his girth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, because the wetness of your cunt feels too damn good. “Trying to stifle my flames, fawn?”

You can hardly even reply, fingers curling into the meat of his shoulders as you rise. There is no taking things slow. The bite of his cock stretching your walls feels too good, the sensual music combined with the moans floating through the air and the grunts Eris makes is euphoric, the feeling of him penetrating you, cock so lengthy it hits your womb everytime you sink down. Everything feels like fire in your bones, your heart, your blood. 

You’re hot all over, messy between your thighs, but Eris seems to be enjoying himself, watching hungrily as your head rolls back on your shoulders with pleasure. When he can no longer control himself, his fingers are pressing into your thighs harshly, guiding your body faster, up and down and up and down. He leans forward, lips suctioning to the skin of your throat because it’s exposed and he’s hungry, his fires need kindling to burn brighter.

The drapes on the walls set alight as his pleasure crests. The air becomes scolding and you can hardly breathe. His touch burns your body in the best way. He’s hitting that bundle of nerves inside of you with each thrust he makes, and you don’t even know when you stopped bouncing for him, allowing him to hold you steady and buck his hips like a desperate male. 

Your body courses with heat and you cum with a cry, collapsing into him. Eris fucks you through it, your pleasure spaking his own. He follows you with a heady groan, teeth gnashing at your skin. The press of his hold, the graze of his teeth feel as though he’s trying to brand you with every part of his body pressed to yours. His hot cum between your legs sears, marking you.

Claiming you.

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