#at spear’s point: ic

[spearofthetenno]

Bottom of the bottle…

@voids-damned-tired

Once he had found her trail of bodies, it wasn’t hard to figure out where she had gone. Venahn had always prided himself on his ability to find damn well near anything if he really put his mind to it. But in this moment, it was more worry that took him then pride.

Worry and anxiety, more accurately, was what gnawed at him at the moment. Document leaks straight from Wally’s grinning hand weren’t unusual to him at this point. Though thankfully they had remained something that he could realistically explain. Documents, transcripts and KIM chats, easy enough to explain to the Clan though still a source for concern.

One straight from one’s memories? Now that was new and that scared him. Scare anyone with a head on their shoulders. And considering Asu’s reaction to quite literally run off and get drunk…definitely not good.

So occupied in his thoughts that he nearly missed the door that had been knocked somewhat ajar. He stopped, slowly approaching the door. Checking it for a long moment as he quietly pulled his Magnus from his hidden holster. Then he slowly opened the door. Making sure not to hit anything as he did so.

[spearofthetenno]

Every operator owes their safety from Wally during the “big sleep” to Rell.

I think Micheal mentioned while chatting with Amir about PIA that only one other person ever stood up against Wally and successfully flipped it the bird. That was Rell, sacrificed his life and soul to keep that door closed. He…deserved significantly better than what he got in the end.

The Red Veil kinda… “worship” him as it were. It’s very hard to explain but they are one of the few factions out in the future that understand the threat of Wally. I don’t really like them but if the Man in the Wall rears his head on that side of the dream…the Red Veil knows what’s at stake.

The Red Veil is so strange...

They claim to hate dictatorship and loathe cult tactics, and yet they all dress like vampiric demon worshipers and speak in this cryptic, almost purposefully flowery lingo. Also they never call Rigel by his actual name and treat his warframes like demigods.

At least, that's what I think they're doing.

[stardestroyer81]

So @retrobee drew a Ruby Spears take on an absolutenutcase162 comic...

[spearofthetenno]

Man,

Amir wasn’t kidding when he said that big A’s hand writing was terrible.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I hope you had fun at the convention!!! If you feel comfortable could we see an image of your zhongli cosplay? (With the face blurred or something) I totally understand if not though and I really liked your spear! :) -💜

thank you!!! it was really fun, if a liiittle crowded!! a bunch of people asked to take pictures, which was very surprising but very fun!!

this pic's not the most flattering, but it's the only one i've got on hand right now- also yes i am short shhhhh <33

[spearofthetenno]

From what I’ve seen, either alcohol or weed. Or Amir. Maybe it be better off to ask Amir this question.

Hey so taking suggestions here if I wanted to try and convince Arthur to let me do something *really* stupid what's my best method?

[crystalis]

i still wish sylvando's stats were distributed differently in dq11 or that he learned some fire spells .. he has like 330 magical might at level 99 or sometjing which is pointless becuase the strongest spell he learns is Swoosh and the output for that caps at like 200 magical might..

itd have made more sense for him to have less magical might and to put more into his hp, so it'd at least be closer to Jade's or something rather tham having the same hp as Erik at lvl 99. oorrrr he coulddve had some fire spells like frizz/frizzle/kafrizz which would make sense because he can breathe fire..

[spearofthetenno]

When does a man become a monster?

OOC: ((For one's knowledge, this is set running alongside the fight between 3000 and Amir. Unfortunately for the Scaldra involved, Venahn is no longer in the mindset for mercy and nor does anyone know where they are.)) Second OOC: ((Yes I am an EPIC: The Musical Fan how could you tell?))

TW: Canon typical violence, It's Warframe friends.

The radio was still screaming static as Scaldra Squadron Thunder Hammer pushed through on with their patrol. The captain had been very clear-extremely clear in fact-that they were to keep this patrol up. To have one another's backs and keep together. But with their radio seemingly busted they couldn't do either. It was either that or the sheer concentration of techrot in the area was now wreaking havoc on their gear.

What they definitely couldn't have known is that having three banshees in a generally close area causes any form of communication within a fifty-mile radius to seemingly just cease working. And considering the number of Drifters now gathered for a major throwdown...that was perhaps the least surprising thing of the day.

The streets, once covered in thick snow, now ran red with blood and green with efevon. Ran like rivers, some intermingling and pooling into puddles of brown, whereas others cut through the white and the grey with their own simple streams. Burning APCs and shattered tanks lit up the roads, acting akin to beacons and pyres. Lighting the road for all those who followed their foolish forebearers into now what seemed like the mouth of hell.

Scout teams had been sent out hours ago, Viktor had wanted to make the most of this opportunity and see if there other ways to bring it all down. To break the Hex from within, kill the monster in it's very own lair. of course, he has his own stake in this mess. Of course, all those had now gone silent. And now it was obvious what had befallen them. Death, death and slaughter on such a scale that seemed industrious.

They could see the Mall now, a relatively inconspicuous building all things considered. If one didn’t know the contents within, one could have easily walked past it and not known a damn thing. They stopped in a nearby alleyway as they tried for sol-knew how manyth time to fix their radios again. Trying to cut through the rabid static.

That's when they saw it, a figure that cut a spartan's silhouette through the burning night. It's form was golden sword steel, streaked with dark chrome and maroon-red that seemed to glimmer in the fire light to its back. The crest that ran the back of its head cast the form of those noble heroes of old but it looked uncanny. Human yet not quite. It was a devil without question, terrifying as it clutched a spear that stood taller than most men in one hand and a great round shield in the other. Blood was dripping off its form, not entirely drenched but that maybe because some of it had long since dried upon its form. It hadn't seemed to notice them just yet. Seemingly it was on some sort of patrol, judging from the multiple footsteps trails it had likely left in the snow.

The squadron were veterans, they had at the very least read the mission reports. Of the Hex and how they ripped through squadrons like they were nothing. Some had even been witnesses, watched as the Hex performed superhuman feats on the regular.

But Protoframes are different from a warframe. Entrati had to cut the thin line between human and sheer infested killing machine that Ballas had created. A human body could only be pushed so far before catastrophic damage occurred; such damage that would most certainly render them useless if not outright killing then. Press the Helminth Strain too far and you'd have a monster with no ability to control it, the first generations of Ballas's creations had proven that in laboratories slick with blood.

Warframes had no such considerations. And neither did their tenno with their void devilry beaten into their bones. Ballas, for all his horrid nature, had perfected his Magnum Opus. The Warframes were war incarnate themselves with very little to stop them.

They didn't even have the chance to scream before the devil was upon them like a wolf upon prey. It was upon them with what seemed to be a clap of thunder that rang in their ears and dazed their sensors. The team lead who had been at the front of the squadron raised his voice to yell out an order but was nearly instantly silenced as Styanax's spear pierced through his throat and punched out the back of his skull.

The Jaeger to his right raised his rifle in retaliation, trigger finger at the ready but he never stood a chance. The devil lunged forwards in less than a heartbeat and rammed the edge of its shield directly into his chest. His armour and ribs shattered like cheap glass as he was flung into the closest building with a sickening snap.

The Flayer raised his sickles but it was futile. Styanax moved with such grace that he may as well have cut at water. It rammed the butt of its spear into and then through his stomach. He didn't even get the chance to gasp in pain before the devil withdrew his spear and twirled the spear into a reverse grip and drove it directly into his chest and ended his suffering before it even began.

The Barbican raised his shield to shelter himself as he dared to step forward to challenge this devil at it's own game. Styanax looked at him with only the groan of biotech gone too far before it drew it's shield arm back and flung its shield at him with the force of a tank round. And Tharros hit with the force of something more then just a tank as it sheered through his shield and directly into him-cutting the upper portion of his chest from the rest of his body.

Tharros returned just as quickly as the RATATATA of AX-52’s rattled against the sword steel skin of this devil. Someone was desperately yelling, desperately hoping that some god send thing would come and save them.

The only reply they would get was death as the Devil launched his spear through the cry and into them. The rest of them ducked, trying to scatter as the body was pinned against the brick wall behind them. The devil closed the distance in the time it took to blink, sending the two Scaldra closest to it flying into a lamp post and a wrecked car with a gnarly crunch. Two more Scaldra died without so much as a whimper as spear tip met flesh.

Perhaps the last man alive, a humble jaeger, was a coward. Or perhaps he was simply the wisest of his squad and saw the writing on the wall. Or perhaps he was simply experiencing shell shock from the sudden and unexpected violent shock of watching most of his team die in front of him.

More likely, it was a combination of all three at once. For no place in that oh so gloried Hall of Heroes was worth this horror. To be on the receiving end of a Warframe with a fully realised Tenno pilot with absolutely nothing to lose.

The only thing that could truly stand up against a Warframe and a Tenno in an equal fight was perhaps a Sentient with their supreme fire power or maybe a Dax warrior with an unholy amount of Kuva in their veins. Both made and forged for the fires of war, purely for battle and nothing else. And that was a big if, especially with Warframes that could shatter a meteor with a punch or freeze time at their own pleasure or move faster then lightning. Had they not ended the Old War with the Sentients? Did they not have piles of Orokin bodies and those who would serve those golden lords in their kill tallies?

A Scaldra, no matter how trained or experienced, could never hold a match to that kind of skill or mastery. They were mortal men and women with only a lifetime to spare.

But it was not a Warframe that killed the last Scaldra Jaeger. No. No it was scruffy older man probably no older then 35, dressed in armour that the Jaeger couldn’t recognise but had itch that it was familiar somehow. The thing that controlled that spear wielding devil was not a creature straight out of myth or perhaps the font of hell. Instead it was a man with dark hair partially tied back, scruffy stubble and claw scar that ran down his right eye.

He grabbed him, pinning the man against the wall with the sheer force of his charge. Cold steel pressed against the Scaldra’s throat but not yet cut. Somewhere vaguely, the Scaldra saw that the man’s right hand was some kind of prosthetic-designed akin to bone but hard as steel. No. Harder than even that.

“Mercy!” The Jaeger begged. Desperately.

The man looked him in the eye, and instead of void light or hellfire as some would have had them believed, the eyes that stared back were sol gold. Maybe, on any day other than this day, he would followed the man’s request. Let the man go and let him run.

But not this day. Not this night filled with bloodshed and betrayal of such a magnitude that made this man. The Drifter who controlled Styanax, who lost his leg to Ballas and then his arm to Duviri. The seemingly sole shield of the innocents of this place.

The death came quickly and Styanax left just as quickly as it had came.

[meganegatari]

is this vore? /hj. hi. im gonna squeet. and dunk my head into ice water digital footprint pls forgive me. may have wrote this with one hand IM JOKING. this is just somethin quick because i need to get it out of my system ok.

nsfw drabble—biting sev all over ♡ sub!sevika, edging, fingering (all s! receiving), idk what else girl i can't see straight cuz of her...

and there she lay before you, bare and twitching, in a state she's kept very well hidden from everyone—except you.

her lip tucked under her teeth, head thrown back and half-lidded, blown out eyes lazily following your movements; she was laying sprawled on the mattess. she had tried and failed to hold herself up, both arms trembling under her weight until they eventually gave out.

this was the result of you—oh, how evil you were—edging the poor woman for an eternity. in actuality, you had tortured her to such a point she didn't even have the energy to bark orders at you like she usually does.

all she could do, was whine. whines of your name, wordless huffs and quiet pleas were all she could sound out. and every so often she'd squirm under you and break eye contact when you did something so obscene, even she couldn't handle it.

you wore the most wicked of sneers on your face excitedly, using all your strength to push her thick muscular thighs outward, until you gazed upon a sight worth winning wars for.

the torture you faced her with had her pussy throbbing. no, that was an understatement. you could see every individual muscle controlling her shiny lips jump at the cool air, you could see the way her clit was nearly whispering for you to touch it, and not to mention the pooling of pearlescent slick dribbling out of her pulsating hole, making a literal puddle under her ass.

now this? this was a never going to get old. you'd plaster the image of her fucked-out self on every surface, take a polaroid and carry it around with you. you were salivating. drool was almost running down your chin at the sight.

but alas, your blissful trance was cut short, by none other than her gruff voice.

"hey. you gonna stare or am i gonna have to finish this myself?" her voice shook, then her eyes darkened and she spat, "you'd like watching that though, wouldn't you. fuckin'—holy-!!"

you didn't give her the time of day to listen to her bitching about, and you cut her off by lunging forward and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her right inner thigh.

her shocked intake of air quickly turned into a pornographic moan, her back arching, her breathing quickening, and her thighs fighting to close around your head.

you knew that was her weakness. your teeth in her skin? pff she was a goner. you used that to your advantage as much as you could, she deserved earth shattering orgasms just as much as the next gal.

her noises were bordering on a shriek as soon as you circled her hole with a digit, grinning into her skin at the way she was sucking you in, legitimately trapping your finger inside her.

you felt the flutters of an impending orgasm tickle your immobilized finger, and with great effort you removed your mouth from her thigh and pulled your finger out.

the look on her face when you did that felt sharper than if she had stabbed a spear right through your heart. when sevika gives one of her famed death glares, the word stops spinning. but you being you, it just spurs you on more.

before she can protest you migrate up and place gentle kisses on the side of her neck, right on her pulse point, as a soothing motion before you did what you really wanted.

you sank your teeth in her flesh as hard as your jaw allowed you to, the tangy taste of her blood invading your mouth.

simultaneously, you brought your hand back down to her neglected pussy, pushed your thumb up against her thumping clit, and slid your two middle digits inside her—within moments finding her spongy sweet spot.

the cries of pleasure were stuck in her throat, and you couldn't see from what you were doing, but you'd bet your entire life's savings that her eyes were rolled so far back in her skull only the whites would be visible.

your fingers were working hard, all in harmony to bring her to that peak she so craved, and luckily it hit her after no time at all.

her whole being tensed, a low groan reverberated through the room as one of her hands flew to grab a chunk of your hair, further pushing your body flush against hers. you didn't move your mouth, it was suctioned against her in such a way that was guaranteed to leave a nasty bruise on her skin the next day, but she loved it. you did as well.

you felt a gush of warm fluid on your palm, and chuckled into her skin while she shook all over, needy, animalistic noises being all she could produce.

you put in the work and made sure she was utterly spent, then lifted yourself off of her to enjoy the look on her face. she looked so at peace, so satisfied and ethereal, you adored her more than words could ever say.

and likewise, she did you. she cracked open one eye and smiled widely, opening her arms and beckoning for you to lay back on top of her in an embrace.

naturally, you did just that. eagerly burying your face in the crook of your neck, you kissed over the bite mark you left, ran your tongue over the indents in her skin and reveled in the little whimpers she made.

she always had more flesh you could lovingly bite, why stop at just one square inch?

sev taglist (not tagging everyone still cuz YALL SIGNED UP FOR TLOU AND IM A PEOPLE PLEASERRRR SORRY): @fizyypopp @luvssliyahh @wizard-pdf @dearangxl @melsmunch

[spearofthetenno]

@voids-damned-tired

HOLY LUA YOU WEREN’T WRONG!

KALYMOS YOU SCAMP GET OUTTA THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mirandasidefics]

Autumn Leaves

(Late Submission for @erisweekofficial Prompt: Bonds/Bargains 👑)

Pairing(s): Eris x Archeron Sister! Reader  

Summary: Eris never anticipated to find his Mate in a former human. 

Word Count: 3.1K

Warning(s): Mention of traumatic childbirth, mentions of Beron (he’s a trigger all on his own these days). 

Author’s Note: BASED ON THIS REQUEST. I felt that this scenario fit perfectly with the prompt of Bonds/Bargains for Eris Week. I hope that this fits well with what you had wanted anon! I know the request specifically asked for Reader to be the youngest, but I felt that it would be a bit more inclusive to leave the birth order more ambiguous for those that maybe don’t relate to being the youngest sibling. My brain wasn’t functioning enough to allow me to write an understandable dance scene, so…sorry that it's not as descriptive as I would have preferred. I also didn’t go back to review any of the events that occurred in ACOWAR or ACOSF, so if it’s not exactly canon compliant just ignore that. Also, Lucien was at the Hewn City solstice ball for this because I said so. 

Special thanks to @hardcoremarvelfan for beta reading and coming up with the title for this. Also, there will very likely be a part 2.

dividers by @/tsunami-of-tears ACOTAR Masterlist

The first time Eris saw the Made female he was immediately intrigued. She was quiet and stoic, much like the two sisters she accompanied for the High Lord’s meeting. Her eyes, the same shade as her sisters, appeared cold as she took in the room. It was clear she was observing more than she let on, gaze trained forward yet keenly aware of every single one of the High Lords and their various entourages. It was apparent to Eris that she saw more than her sisters, perhaps even more than his brother’s mate who was rumored to have been gifted the powers of a Seer by the Cauldron. He could feel the power that radiated off this fourth sister and couldn’t help but wonder what gifts she may have been granted. 

The second time he saw her was at the end of the battle with Hybern on the edge of the Spring and Summer Court border. Her eyes appeared distant as if she was separated from her body and the gore that surrounded her. But his answer regarding her gift had been answered as a circle of ice forged spears surrounded her. At least a dozen bodies were skewered while she stood stock still in the center of the circle. He had been compelled to approach her, but his brother got to her first, asking if she was okay and if she had seen his mate. After a single nod and a pointed finger towards a series of tents Lucien gently guided her away from the carnage she wrought. 

The third time he saw her was at the solstice ball in the Hewn City over a year later. Dressed in a drab black gown clearly intended to prevent her from sticking out. However, it wouldn’t have mattered if she was dressed down or in the most lavish of gowns. Eris’ eyes were instantly drawn to her as soon as she processed along with the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. His youngest brother was by her side as an escort. As she approached the dias with her family, her eyes found his own, and Eris felt the world tilt on its axis. It took all of his mental will power to remain upright at the realization of what she was to him. Mate. 

Eris couldn’t remove his eyes from the female as Rhysand made his speech. Nor could he remove them when the music started and various Fae in attendance began to dance. He followed every one of her steps as she was escorted towards the dance floor, a beautiful smile spread wide across plush pink lips. He was vaguely aware of Rhysand's approach, his introduction to the High Lady’s sister. The only one that was dressed to be admired by the eyes of others. Nesta, he believed it was. But Eris wasn’t interested in the female that stood before him. He held up a hand, instantly silencing the High Lord, and simply pointed to the sister on the dance floor. 

“What is her name?” He asked, the light russet gaze never faltering. Eris could feel the tension in Nesta’s shoulders as she followed his gesture. Rhysand, always one to never give away his thoughts, supplied her name. Eris repeated it, the name tasting like honeyed wine in his mouth. Nesta attempted to redirect the conversation and offered Eris a dance, but the Autumn Heir ignored her. 

“Any bargains that you wish to make will be offered by her,” Eris’ voice was smooth as his eyes finally met purple. “Shall I introduce myself or will you make the introduction for me?” Rhysand turned his head towards the direction where Lucien spun her around as the two waltzed. His youngest brother’s head whipped in their direction, before he halted his dance and brought her over for a formal introduction. As expected, the female politely accepted Eris’ invitation for a dance. 

That first dance was all it took for Eris to know he didn’t want to be separated from her moving forward. Her demeanor was so different from what he had observed when he was only able to watch her from afar. He danced with only her for the remainder of the celebration and found himself completely enraptured by her. While he could tell that she wasn’t as strong a dancer as her sister, whom he caught out of the corner of his eye, it didn’t deter his conviction of only wanting to be by her side. Conversation flowed freely and easily as they danced. She was sharp witted, with a penchant for dry sarcasm. Her wry smile and her laugh ignited something deep within. 

Eris always had a drive to protect those he cared for, such as his Mother and Lucien, but the desire to keep her safe was stronger than anything he had experienced before. He couldn’t leave her in the Night Court, even if most of her time was spent in a city far safer than the one in which they danced. However, she couldn’t exactly join him in the Autumn lest he run the risk of her becoming one of Beron’s targets to keep Eris in line. For the first time in decades, Eris didn’t know what to do. 

“Is everything alright my Lord?” Her voice was filled with nothing but genuine gentle concern. His eyes refocused from their far away haze, taking in her sharp features. Features that were so indicative of the High Fae. Looking at her one would never guess that she used to be human. 

“Eris,” He corrected. “Please.” 

“Is everything alright, Eris?” Her cheeks flushed with the slightest tinge of pink. His own heart stirred at her reaction to the use of his name. Their dance had come to a halt, and he hadn’t even realized the musicians were taking a break. 

“Yes,” He cleared his throat. “Just a bit lost in thought.” She nodded her head, taking a slight step back from his hold on her waist. Eris had to refrain from the desire to pull her back towards his chest. 

“I’ve enjoyed our time together,” She took a look towards her sisters. All three were huddled against the edge of the dance floor. Nesta and Feyre’s sharp steel gazes attempted to pierce through the mask that Eris held in place. While the other, whose name he had sadly forgotten, had a glazed over look. Upon focusing, he noticed that the brown was nearly obscured by milky white. He heard the female in front of him gasp, her eyes trained on the Seer. Her head whipped back towards him, giving a slight nod.  

“I hope that we are able to count on your discretion about the Trove,” Her speech was rushed and she gathered the bottom of her skirts. “I’m certain that the High Lord will provide support to any claim you have to being the Heir.” With a quick second bow in parting she turned to rush over to her sisters. 

Before she got too far, Eris grasped her elbow and asked, “Would you come visit me? In Autumn?” She blinked at him. Almost as if she was surprised by his desire to see her again. 

“I must get to my sister,” She glanced back across the hall, at the High Lady trying to gain the attention of the Seer who was clearly lost in a vision. 

“I understand,” He released his grip and nodded solemnly. “I will write to you.” She blinked again. What he wouldn’t give to know what that beautiful mind was processing. She gave him a curt nod, before she quickly made her way across the hall. 

Eris couldn’t even last a week before sending his first letter. Again he asked if she would be interested in visiting his home court. She provided no answer or any acknowledgement of his question. Of course this didn’t deter Eris as they continued to exchange letters. With each one he would make his offer, enticing her with descriptions of celebrations and various traditions. He would tell her about his Hounds and his Mother. Yet she continued to not provide an answer to his offer. This same pattern went on for three months before Eris had enough of the tip-toeing around the subject. He was determined to get an answer, even if it was “No”. 

Eris arrived at what he assumed was Rhysand’s townhouse as the High Lord had instructed in his brief correspondence with the Autumn Heir.  He tapped the back of his knuckles on the large oak door. A few brief moments drifted by with no response. No movement could be heard from inside either. He peered his head towards the large bay window at the front, but the curtains were drawn shut. 

His heartbeat began to quicken with each passing moment as there continued to be no response. Eris was wholly unfamiliar with the city. He had no clue where to even begin looking for his mate. He was under the impression that he was at least expected by Rhysand. So why was no one here? 

Eris turned, prepared to winnow to the Hewn City in the hopes that Keir may have knowledge of where the High Lord could be, despite how unlikely that prospect was. Instead, he came face to face with an ethereal looking female. Skin and hair dark as shadows. A billowy white dress hugged her frame, yet appeared as if it was floating in a barrier of invisible water. It took him a minute to recognize her as one of Rhysand’s half wraith servants from Under the Mountain. 

“They are all at the High Lord and Lady’s home,” The female began to explain without preamble. “If you would follow me.” She turned, not bothering to ensure that the Autumn Lord followed. When the pair approached the near ostentatiously large home near the riverfront, screams could be heard from inside. If his heart hadn’t already been on the verge of an attack it surely was now. The half-wraith opened the front entrance, beckoning Eris to follow. 

No sooner as he stepped inside did his mate come surrying down the main staircase of the foyer. A pile of blood stained sheets spilling over her arms. Her eyes were rimmed in scarlet. Stepping onto the bottom landing she finally looked up, taking notice of the male. 

“Eris,” Her voice was no more than a whisper. Her lower lip wobbled, teeth sinking into it to prevent the tremble. Eris didn’t bother with formality, taking quick strides to meet her. As he reached her side, she dropped the pile of fabric and allowed her arms to encircle his waist. Her body shook with her sobs as her finger dug into his shoulders. 

“Feyre went into labor unexpectedly,” She cried into the elaborate brocade of his tunic. “The babe…his wings…” She couldn’t get her thoughts out in a coherent manner without the sobs overtaking her completely. “ They’re dying, Eris.” She wailed upon hearing her own words spoken aloud. He pulled her in tighter to his chest, his other hand gently rubbing in soothing circles along her shoulders. Eris had no words that could provide her with any sort of comfort, making him feel as if he was already failing her as her Mate. All the male could do was hold her and hope that she didn’t feel as alone in her grief if the High Lady of the Night Court somehow didn’t survive.  

Suddenly, Elain called out to her sister from the top of the staircase, “Come quick! Nesta she…” The warm brown eyes of the middle sister swam with unshed tears, a smile graced her features as well. Eris’ shoulders relaxed as the female's expression could only be an indication of good news. His mate quickly detached herself from his hold, racing back towards where the family convened. 

As soon as the two were out of sight, Eris looked around the foyer. He quickly found a small bench and sat down. He had never felt more awkward in his life. While he had developed a correspondence with this particular sister, he wasn’t exactly part of the family just yet. 

Eris sat in the hall, waiting for what felt like hours for his mate to return. Once she did, she escorted him into a large sitting room. 

“They’re going to live,” She smiled, sitting down in a chair across from him. She smoothed out her skirt, tucking in a corner that had somehow ended up with blood spatter staining the material. Eris merely hummed in acknowledgment. He didn’t know what to do with himself now that they had a moment alone like this. He had planned this elaborate greeting and proposal for her to come and visit, not giving her the room to ignore the request. However, that all went right out the proverbial window. His hands straightened the fabric of his shirt, then went to remove a non-existent strand of hair from his trousers, before finally resting on his lap. 

“You’re fidgeting,” She pointed out. Her smile grew as she suppressed a giggle. He was happy to see that her mood had lifted so quickly. It made the reason for his visit appear less strange, inappropriate even given the intensity of the events that occurred. She gently placed one of her hands over his. Her delicate fingers soothing and calming the rolling fire that he didn’t even notice had built up within himself. He allowed himself to grasp her hand in return, interlacing their digits. The sensation of fire against ice erupted throughout his being. Opposite yet still a perfect complement of powers. Eris couldn’t help but wonder what they would be able to achieve together. 

“Eris,” Her voice pulled him from his thoughts, his deep hues meeting her own cool gaze. “I’m happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” He swallowed, suddenly realizing that his actions were a bit sudden and perhaps not as well thought out as he intended. His arrival without notice to her would be unexpected. He only informed Rhysand that he needed to speak to Archeron female, but never explained why. 

“I,” He began, voice cracking. His pale features flushed and he was reminded of his younger days when his voice hovered between childhood and deeper timber of maturity. The female before him suppressed another giggle behind her unclasped hand. 

“I’m here because you consistently ignore a very specific question,” His gaze was steady, exuding what he hoped would be seen as confidence and not the uncertainty he felt. “I’ve come to ask one final time. If you say no, I will not burden you with asking ever again.” 

“Eris,” She pulled her hand away, eyes now unable to meet his own. 

“I acknowledge that Autumn is not always considered the most beautiful, what with the decay that can accompany the season in the mortal lands, so if you don’t like it-”

“Why would I not like the place where my mate lives?” Her perfect brows furrowed as she looked at him. Eris was at a loss for words. 

“When…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. However, it appeared that he didn’t need to as her response was a perfect correlation to what was on his mind.  

“Since the Winter Solstice,” She said. “When you first asked me to come visit.” It was Eris’ turn to blink in stunned silence. She had given no indication of being aware of who he was to her. Then again, he also hadn’t explicitly made their bond known. Perhaps he was wrong in thinking that his actions were obvious. 

“It’s not that I’m afraid that I won’t like it there,” She went on. “I’m actually afraid that I would not want to leave. But I simply can’t abandon my sisters.” She lowered her head, averting her gaze from the embarrassment. However, Eris understood the desire to be with her siblings. The same desire to ensure the well-being and safety of his younger brothers was one of his reasons for not abandoning the Autumn court. For enduring the cruelty of his Father for nearly 5 centuries. 

“I would never ask that you do,” He assured. “In fact, I wouldn’t want you to call the Autumn Court home just yet anyway. Not while my father still breathes.”

“I’m not afraid-”

“I am,” Eris admitted quietly. “I can’t risk anything happening to you.” He meant it, and was surprised at how easily the truth slipped from him. But it was just the two of them at this moment. He didn’t have to hide behind that mask when with her. He tucked a strand of (h/c) hair behind the perfectly pointed arch of her ear. He watched a shiver run through her as his flesh met hers. 

“There are some places where I can keep you safe,” He explained, all of his thoughts spewing forth as his mind raced to prove that he could keep her safe enough for short visits. “Places where my Father doesn’t have the loyalty of the subjects, but they are loyal to me. I have a cabin, just along the borders of Summer and Winter. Close enough for you to run across either should the need arise. I’d prefer Summer, there is a temple not far from the border where you could claim sanctuary until Rhysand or one of the brutes could get you.”

“Eris…” 

“Please,” He implored. “I do not wish to scare you away or force you to come. But I cannot stay separated from you much longer. My brother is the one with the endless amounts of patients when it truly matters.”  She laughed, the melodic and soft sound made him feel light. 

“How often can we meet?” She inquired. Her bright blue eyes lit with anticipation of when they could have their time. 

“I can secure a few days away every month,” He explained, almost more to himself than her as he considered the variety of excuses he would need to utilize. “Maybe up to a week at most. The time of month would need to vary as well. Any semblance of a pattern would tip my Father off. He’s just paranoid enough to assume that I’d be planning some type of conspiracy against him.” Of course, his Father’s fears were not without reason. Eris was indeed planning to usurp the High Lord. Someday. 

“Alright then,” She beamed. “I will come and visit. Every month so long as it is safe and as long as I am able to return to my sisters.” Eris felt the corners of his mouth lift up, and soon she mirrored the expression. His heart flipped, and he had to clear his throat to regain control of his senses. 

“Then I shall send word when everything is ready.” He stood, preparing to leave when she clasped his hand again. 

“Stay for a while Eris,” Her voice was soothing, making it feel like she wasn’t giving him a command. Even if she had, he would have gladly done anything she bid of him. He knew in that instant he would do anything for her. 

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YOURS TO KEEP CONNOR BEDARD

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SUMMARY connor has always kept his personal life private, but during a blackhawks family skate, he surprises his teammates and the media by introducing you as his girlfriend. word count 0.9k

warnings fem!reader, use of y/n, fluff, established relationship, teasing

note requested by anon <3 i'm sorry i made connor seem so tall; he definitely isn't… (he's only two inches taller than me)

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CONNER WASN’T ONE to draw attention to himself off the ice. He kept his head down, focused on hockey, and left the spotlight to the bigger personalities. It’s not that he was hiding anything—okay, maybe one thing.

You.

You’d been together for years, long enough that Connor’s rookie season with the Blackhawks wasn’t your first brush with the hockey world. But he had always kept your relationship private. There were no Instagram posts, no public outings, and no “soft launches.” He didn’t see the point in inviting unnecessary attention.

Then, out of the blue, he brought it up over takeout one night.

“So, there’s this family skate coming up,” he said casually, too casually, as if he hadn’t been rehearsing the line for days.

“Okay…” you said, raising an eyebrow as you speared a piece of broccoli with your fork.

“I was thinking, maybe you’d want to come?” He said it so fast that it almost sounded like one word.

You froze, mid-chew. “Wait, are you serious? You want me to meet your teammates?”

He shrugged, trying—and failing—to look unbothered. “I mean, yeah. It’s no big deal.”

You stared at him, a slow smile spreading across your face. “Are you blushing?”

“Just forget it,” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at you.

“Hey, no! I want to go,” you said quickly, reaching across the table to grab his hand. “I just… I didn’t think you’d want me to.”

“I do,” he said, quieter now. “I want you there.”

A few days later, you found yourself at the United Center, lacing up your skates while Connor hovered nearby. He was fidgeting with his gloves, glancing toward the ice, then back at you.

“Are you nervous?” you asked, half-laughing as you tightened your laces.

“No,” he said immediately, then paused. “Maybe. I just… I don’t do this stuff.”

“Connor, it’s a family skate, not a press conference.”

He huffed a laugh but didn’t look convinced.

The second you stepped onto the ice, Connor was right there, his hand in yours, steadying you. It was sweet how he acted like you might fall at any moment, even though you’d skated plenty of times with him before.

“You good?” he asked, glancing down at you.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling up at him. “Are you?”

Before he could answer, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. A group of his teammates was gathered near the bench, and they were definitely watching.

“Wait a minute,” Lukas said, his eyebrows pulling together as he looked between the two of you. “Who’s this?”

Connor stiffened, his fingers tightening slightly around yours, but he didn’t let go.

“This is… uh, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said, his voice steady despite the blush creeping up his neck.

The group fell silent for half a second, then erupted all at once.

“Shut up.”

“No way.”

“You’ve been hiding her this whole time?”

Taylor skated closer, eyeing Connor with disbelief. “You’ve been holding out on us, man. How long has this been a thing?”

Connor shifted awkwardly, his free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “A while.”

“A while?” Alex said, his mouth falling open. “That’s all you’re giving us?” He turned to you, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “How do you put up with him? He’s, like, the least talkative guy on the planet.”

You laughed, shooting Connor a playful look. “He’s not so bad. When he talks, it’s usually worth listening to.”

A few of the guys laughed at that, while Connor just muttered, “Real funny,” under his breath, though he couldn’t quite hide the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

By the time the group had mostly dispersed, Connor was still at your side, his hand brushing against yours every so often, as if he needed the reassurance.

At the end of the skate, the team gathered at centre ice for a group photo. The team photographer directed everyone into position, and Connor stood with you off to the side, watching.

“C’mon, Bedard!” Lukas called out. “Bring her in, too. It’s a family skate, isn’t it?”

Connor hesitated, glancing at you. “You okay with that?”

You nodded, smiling. “Of course.”

Without another word, he led you into the group, sliding his arm around your waist as you both smiled for the camera. It felt natural, like you belonged there.

The photo was shared on the team’s Instagram later that evening, captioned: Family Skate Day ❤️

Almost immediately, fans noticed the small detail that sent the internet into overdrive: Connor Bedard, standing with his arm around a girl.

The comments section exploded.

user01 WAIT WHAT

user02 who’s the girl next to bedard??

user03 No idea but it should be me

user04 user03 preach

user05 wake up this is not a drill connor has a gf 💔

user06 Oh my day is ruined

user07 talk about a hard launch

user08 she’s so pretty stoppp

Connor didn’t notice the post until his phone buzzed with a flurry of notifications. He frowned, pulling it out of his pocket.

“Uh,” he said, staring at the screen. “I think the team might’ve… posted something.”

You leaned over to see, a soft laugh escaping as you read the caption. “Clearly.”

Connor sighed, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “This is why I don’t do social media.”

You reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hey, it’s not so bad. They’re just happy for you—for us.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “As long as you’re okay with it.”

You smiled. “I am. Are you?”

Connor hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. “Better than okay.”

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[spearofthetenno]

I love solving problems with the power of tea

[spearofthetenno]

Great to hear, feel free to take some of the snacks from my back room and please ignore Carl.

home. safe. thriving. found a pizza. Kalymos is sitting on the box.

[sugawhaaa]

JEONGIN SMUT HEADCANONS

Sex with Jeongin would...

[Dom ver]

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, oral, fingering, BDSM, spit play, sweat fetish, auralism, probably more I forget 😭

Pairing:: dom!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: I accidentally used the same photo twice but...Shh I'm too lazy to re-edit the thingy. Also the tiles for each section are a little vague, it's just for the vibes

Skz masterlist:: 🎀

🎧::

Feel like::

☆-Jeongin is a sucker for deep and fast sex...like listen Jeongin can be impatient as hell and he just needs to get in there yk what I mean?

☆-I can see him being a bit of a tease with this like when he first goes inside he waits like a few second before just putting in all of his pent up lust into pounding into you.

☆-Jeongin has been getting big asf lately and I can see him kinda having a size kink, ofc in the sense that he's bigger than you, so doing things like lifting you by your hips or guiding your body by the waist is totally his thing.

☆-Messy kisses with a fuck ton of tongue while fucking you 😫

☆-he likes to put his hands around your face and neck area. Not deliberately choking but just asserting his control, you know? Also making a mess of your spit, dipping his fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them.

☆-some spanking every now and then ^^

☆-He loves to roam his hands all over your body, your tits, thighs, ass, tummy, back, wherever he has access to his hands are gently massaging.

☆-hes so gentle when taking your clothes off ggrrr but once in a blue moon he doesn't give a fuck, he needs you naked right fucking now.

☆-You'll find his fingers in your hair quite often. Sometimes it's to pull your head back and add just a twinge of pain or other times it's just to ground himself and pull your head closer to kiss you deeper.

☆-his fingers are so long and feel perfect against or in your body. He'd use this kind of method where he sorts through your folds with his fingers by gently gliding his finger down the seam of your pussy.

☆-his fingers also hit very deep inside you to the point he has to curl his fingers so he doesn't hurt you <3

☆-hes not very into anal or anything but he would like to put a vibrator in one of the two holes and then fuck the other 😩🤌

Sound like::

☆-this man loves dirty talk so much that he is just rambling and rambling the entire time in between moans and cries. He'd say all kinds of kinky things you wouldn't imagine him to say but...he does have a freaky side.

☆-"I love it when you make that pretty face" "stick your tongue out," "awh is my baby crying?" "Shh, it's okay, you can cum soon,"

☆-He really likes hearing the sounds of your bodies colliding in anyway, the sound of your tongues dancing, the bed creaking, his hips slapping against your ass, his tongue sorting through your folds, and the sounds you make when you suck him off 😩

☆-sometimes he'll play music in the background to set the mood as well, something lofi and more relaxing than sexual unless, of course, it's one of those real freaky nights.

☆-wet noises <3 when he fingers your wet pussy so deep and he can hear your arousal sorting through his fingers.

☆-hearing your moans is his favorite thing ever, he does anything and everything to make you moan louder and higher pitched.

☆-as I mentioned earlier he is a deep and fast kinda guy so you best believe the bedframe is often begging for mercy 😁 (imagine the headboard hitting against the wall all night while the members are just trying to sleep)

☆-whispering dirty words to you <3

☆-he curses a lot during sex, though he kind of feels bad about it. He wants to keep it romantic and passionate but when your walls hug him so tightly and your nails are digging into his back he can't hold back.

☆-"Oh fuck baby," "shit I'm close!" "God damn baby, you suck me so fucking good,"

☆-I can see Jeongin making a mix of noises between grunts, moans, growls, and so on, you get the point. He's very vocal though, loud and passionate, he doesn't hold back a thing.

☆-he isn't too into daddy type tropes but he does love calling you all kinds of things that make you feel small, like babygirl, darling, princess, etc. However he is into calling you mommy 👀 but that's for the next part

☆-basically to sum up this section, sex with Jeongin is loud and he loves embracing that fact.

Look like::

☆-hear me out...sweaty sex. I feel like he'd sweat quite easily when pounding you, sweat building along his hairline and down that sharp ass jawline 😩

☆-Sometimes I feel like people forget how sexy his body is, his thin waist that perfectly tapers to his sturdy hips and thick thighs, like come on.

☆-Most of the time you'll see Jeongin on top of you in the dark. The only light source being the night sky as he looms over you, his broad chest covering your body as his knees trap you between him 🥴

☆-backshots...also cumming onto your tummy as well 🤌 he does really like creampies but he loves messy sex even more. Usually in one session he'll cum outside and inside of you at least once each. A good balance.

☆-he loves loves loves making you squirt. That sexy face you make every time, the way your body moves on its own, the way you moan, it's everything to him and best of all, the mess you make, all for him.

☆-this may sound weird but I can see him smiling a fair bit during sex. After very explosive orgasms or when it just feels so good he has to smile with a little chuckle.

☆-bro would love shower sex, I firmly believe this, so seeing him all wet is a common occurrence during sex. His hair clinging to his face as water drops down his face and chest before pressing you against the wall to fuck you all over again.

Taste like::

☆-this man eats pussy so good, have you seen his tongue work on stage? He knows how to make a woman cum 5 times over in one sitting.

☆-I can see him being really sloppy when he eats you out, his saliva dripping down on his chin and all over your pussy.

☆-oral for him can be whatever really. Sometimes it's slow an sensual or romantic and sometimes it's more...erotic

☆-he loves hearing the sounds of his cock wedging down your throat though 😩 and he likes when you let him cum on your face or make cum bubbles etc, be messy.

☆-eating you out from behind >>> he'd get you to go on all fours and he'd come up behind you to make out with your cunt.

☆-he loves spreading your folds, thighs, or ass when eating you out, he needs to get right up in there.

☆-he's the type of guy to not finger when he eats you out, he doesn't need his fingers to make you cum, only his sweet tongue and lips.

[yoitsjay]

Hi hi! Could I request Damian Wayne NSFW headcanons?

😇

[Pls, pls, pls- On my knees, BEGGIN!]

Coming right up 😘

Damian Wayne NSFW HC's.

Damian Wayne who's so arrogant it causes a lot of arguments between you and him. Sometimes it's on days where he's really angry, and he just wants to pick a fight with the nearest person and that just so happens to be you, and you argue about the stupidest shit.

Sometimes it's on days where He really just needs a release.

If he gets home first he will wait for you, on the couch with his legs spread wide open, slowly stroking his cock in his hand as he watches you come through the archway into the living room of your grand Penthouse.

He doesn't even need to say anything because your already on your knees with his long cock stuffed in your mouth, tears brinking at the corner of your eyes as he guides your head up and down, sometimes down to the pelvic bone.

Other days when you get home first, you'll be doing chores, whether it's cleaning, Doing or putting Away laundry, whatever room your in, Damian will come up behind you, wrap his arms around your torso and bury his face into your neck as he starts to grind into the plushness of your thighs, or ass, his grip around your waist tightening until hes waited enough and he bends you over the nearest surface to take what he wants.

He always gets what he wants.

Then there are the odd days, the good days, where Damian isn't acting arrogant or stuck up, where he takes you out on a date, treats you like the absolute queen you are, then takes you out for desert, a walk around the park, then home.

This time he's kissing you, a clash of tongue and teeth, filled with passion as he cups your cheeks and holds you close and reassures you that he loves you, so much.

He slowly backs you up towards the bedroom, Keeping his lips locked with yours as you shed clothes on your way. Your already in your underwear, black and green lacy lingerie that you bought just for him.

He whines when he sees it.

His movements get a bit more rushed as he ends up picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh and squeal as he brings you to the bed, and gently sets you on top of it.

Damian Wayne who fucks you slow.

Hard

Meticulously.

He knows every weak point in your body, and he uses it to his advantage to give you the most explosive orgasms of your life on nights like these.

Damian Wayne who's on his knees on the bed, with you lifted up in his arms, back against his chest, his arms wrapped around the bends in your knees as he spears you on his cock, his gaze nearly clouded from how he hears you wail his name, how you grip him, how you've fucking soaked his thighs, yours, and the sheets under you with the amount of times he made you squirt, and your own arousal.

Damian Wayne who sets you down on your back once he deems you overstimulated enough, and that it's time for his release.

Damian Wayne who rocks his hips slow but hard, hearing the way you gasp, or grunt and moan with every harsh thrust into your already quivering and abused pussy.

Damian Wayne who cums with a roar, and paints your stomach and chest with his seed.

Damian Wayne who takes his time cleaning you up, being gentle and warm. He gets you whatever you want, water? Done. Ice cream? It's already on the nightstand with a spoon. A kiss that tells you just how much he adores you? Yeah he can do that as much as you want, his lips are already on yours.

The next morning, your standing in front of your bathroom mirror

Damian Wayne who's standing behind you with a shit eating grin as he watches you whine about all the hickies and bite marks he left across your chest and neck, going high enough to where it would need makeup to cover it.

Damian Wayne who loves you… and just has a hard time expressing it outside of impaling you on his cock.

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