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azrielbrainrot · 25 days ago

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Hot Blooded

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Cuddle for Warmth

Description: You and Eris have to keep each other warm when you find yourselves stuck in a cabin during a snow storm.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, vaginal sex, riding, dirty talk

Word Count: ~2,4k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Notes: This was initially supposed to be a temperature play focused story but it turned into this instead, I hope that's okay!

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Walking into a small cabin in the middle of nowhere after being stuck in the snow for hours only to find all of the windows were broken and there were holes in the ceiling felt like a cruel joke. If you were alone you might have even cried at how frustrated you felt. You were beyond freezing, the wet clothes you wore only making it worse, and exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Just as you were preparing yourself to walk back out and brave the storm, Eris closes the door behind him and makes his way to the middle of the room, studying his surroundings. There really wasn't much to see, just an old couch missing most of its pillows and broken pieces of wood. If you gathered them it might have been enough to start a fire, especially with his powers, but since the windows couldn't keep the wind out there would be no use in even trying.

“Eris,” you call out, waiting for the Autumn Court heir to look up at you, “We can't stay here.”

“Why not?”

He asks so dismissively that it takes you a few moments to recover. In the meantime he keeps pacing around the room, picking up a blanket that looked like it was hanging on by a thread. Maybe the cold was messing with his brain or something.

“I'm not made of fire. I will freeze to death,” you explain slowly as if you were talking to a child.

“I can't keep a fire going in here either,” he continues your line of thought, at least letting you know the cold wasn't affecting his thinking skills, “but we can't keep going until the snow storm slows down.”

A defeated sigh escapes you. While it was true that going back out there was out of the question since it was only a matter of time before your body gave out, staying here wasn't much better, you can already feel your body getting colder from standing still.

“Are you sure you can't winnow out?” You already knew the answer, your own power being denied to you, but you can't help asking just to make sure.

“Yes, I can barely access my powers as is,” he responds, sighing like you were a petulant child, “Whatever ward was set around this place is extremely powerful.”

“I thought you were supposed to be extremely powerful too,” you bite back.

Eris simply rolls his eyes, not even attempting to argue with you. This meant he had to be even more exhausted than you initially thought, or he wouldn't have let you get away with that comment. You watch as he throws the old blanket he found to a corner, the one where the air coming from the broken windows didn't hit as intensely, surprising you even more when he takes off his thick jacket right after.

“What are you doing?”

“This blanket won't be too much help in this situation,” he says as if it explained why he was taking his clothes off in the middle of a snow storm.

“Then why are you stripping? That's going to make it worse.” You move closer to him, raising your hands, debating if you should stop him from unbuttoning his shirt during what had to be some sort of manic episode.

“Our best bet right now is keeping each other warm through our body heat,” he starts, watching your face go through a myriad of emotions with amusement, “Like you said, my body is made of fire so to speak. I'll keep you warm.”

This made sense, you knew that, in fact you were a bit ashamed you didn't immediately think of it, but as he takes off his shirt slowly your thoughts scatter. By the time you manage to get your body to start moving, Eris had already stripped down to his underwear, placed his damp clothes over the couch to hopefully dry, and sat on the corner, covering himself with the blanket.

He looks up at you expectantly, tilting his head slightly when you simply stare back. “I don't want to rush you, sweetheart, but if you don't hurry we will actually freeze to death.”

Swallowing and averting your eyes, you reach for your jacket, taking it off and placing it next to the rest of his clothes. You can't help but hesitate as you hold onto the hem of your shirt, unable to ignore the amber eyes burning into you.

“Close your eyes,” you whisper.

“Seriously?” He asks with a chuckle, complying with your request all the same, eyes already closed when he adds, “Didn't take you to be this shy.”

You usually weren't, definitely wouldn't be when it came to a situation concerning life or death such as this one, but the mostly naked person in front of you was Eris, the infuriatingly beautiful male who could get under your skin like no one else.

The moment his shirt started coming off, you were reminded of a party a few years ago, where both of you had gotten lost in your drinks and shitty lives and forgot that you were supposed to hate each other, making out right outside the bar. No matter how many years passed you still could feel his warm hands holding onto your waist, lifting you up against the wall, and the taste of his lips on yours.

Dropping the rest of your clothes over the couch, you move to him, the shivers running up and down your body not all caused by the icy wind whistling through the windows. Lingering in front of him for only a second before turning around and sitting in his lap, trying not to think about the fact that his bare skin was pressed against yours.

His hands fall on your waist as soon as he feels you in front of him, helping you get settled in silence, but he only opens his eyes after the blanket is draped over your body.

There was no doubt in your mind that you were both reminded of that same night, and maybe of all the others where a simple word or touch could have triggered the same reaction. You were getting warmer already without the cold clothes clinging to you, and while you hadn't meant it literally, it did feel like his body was made of fire as your cold skin lay against his chest. You don't know if he was using his magic to warm himself up further but it was making you melt into him.

“We shouldn't have come without backup,” you whisper, adjusting so you weren't leaning on his shoulder so much, the silence between you making you far too aware of your position. In truth, you barely remembered why you were there in the first place at this point, but you needed to say something.

“There was no one else I could trust,” he says, one of his arms wrapping around your middle, chest rumbling against your back as he spoke, “at least we know for certain something is hiding here or there wouldn't be any need for such a barrier in the middle of the mountain.”

You hum in response, not knowing what else to say, trying to sit up straighter again when you feel him tense up against you and his hold on your body tightening. At first you thought you could have hurt him, but when he doesn't say anything else or move again, you turn your head around in question, only feeling something poking against your backside when you meet his amber eyes.

“You need to stop moving,” he murmurs, half lidded eyes staring back into yours.

Swallowing around a dry throat, you turn back around, staring into the furthest wall and trying your best to distract yourself, counting down the seconds and imagining yourself sitting at a chair instead of on the lap of Eris fucking Vanserra. Trying to remember why you ever hated him in the first place, replaying in your head all the times you annoyed each other, all the petty fights and vile words you spit at each other. Your efforts are all in vain though, a different kind of heat manifesting itself in the pit of your stomach, especially as you're also reminded of all the times he was there for you, of the reason you had come to the middle of nowhere at his request with no questions asked.

A curse escapes him, head falling back to hit the wall behind you as both his and your scents start thickening, to the point even the icy wind circulating around the room couldn't mask it. You can't be sure what was going through his head, but you can almost hear his control snapping before he lays his hand over your stomach, pulling you closer into him, warm palm sending goosebumps across your skin.

“Eris,” you whisper, whether telling him to stop or keep going you weren't sure.

He shushes you, lips finding the side of your neck at the same time his hand moves lower, quickly finding the hem of your panties, warm fingers moving side to side just above it, making you tremble as they awaken your frostbitten skin. “We have to wait until the storm settles anyway. Why don't we make up for some lost time?”

“Lost time?” Eris hums behind you, the vibration rumbling under your skin.

“Haven't been able to stop thinking about that night even after all this time,” he starts, hand moving under your panties, quickly finding your clit and rolling it between his fingers, purring at the little noises escaping you. “If we hadn't been interrupted I would have fucked you right there.” He throws one of your legs over his so he could spread your thighs more, inserting a finger into you slowly as his other hand moves under your bra, teasing your nipple softly. “Fuck, I've been thinking about this ever since I first layed eyes on you.”

Your moans rise in tempo as he fucks you slowly, warming you up from the inside. Part of you was convinced you had actually fainted in the snow and were simply stuck in a weirdly realistic dream, but this wouldn't have been the first time he showed up in your dreams and they never felt quite like this.

His warm hands felt heavenly against your still too cold body, and the little kisses and bites he was leaving around your neck were driving you absolutely insane. You were also not surprised that even in this situation he couldn't keep his smart mouth shut, the sinful words he whispered in your ear only sending you further into madness, hips moving into his hand, grinding back into his hard cock at the same time.

A familiar knot starts coiling itself deep inside you, a whine of his name escaping before you reach for his hand and stop him. Just as he freezes and goes to ask what was wrong, you turn in his arms, kissing him before he has the chance to. You'd been craving his touch for so long that you wanted to do this properly, needed to see him and touch him, needed to taste him again.

He kisses you back immediately, hands falling to your waist as you straddle him, one hand reaching between your bodies to find his hard cock, swallowing the moan he lets out, both uncaring of the blanket falling around you.

The way he was fucking up into your hand, his own gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, almost makes you want to watch him fall apart under you like this, but you needed him too much, the same frenzy you had felt that night all those years ago returning, except you couldn't blame the alcohol this time.

You lift your hips and line his cock with your entrance as he pushes your panties to the side, staring into each other's eyes as you slowly lower yourself on him, moaning out at how deliciously he stretches you out.

Pulling you back down for a kiss, he starts guiding your hips up and down his cock, your hands getting lost in his silky hair, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage, nails biting into his skin as pleasure overtakes all your senses. You couldn't even feel the cold against your heated skin, it could have started snowing inside the house and you probably wouldn't have stopped.

He was right you needed to make up for lost time, you can't believe you've been missing out in this, on him. Eris pulls away so he can watch you, blown out eyes staring into yours like he could find salvation in your gaze.

“Don't stop, doll.” You moan out at the pet name, at his deep voice begging you to keep going. “Need to feel you cum around my cock.”

As much as you usually hate taking orders from him, this one you were more than happy to follow, speeding despite the way your muscles ached, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of his warm skin against yours, in the way his teeth sank into your skin as he chased his own high.

It crashes over you, taking your breath away as you both cling on to each other, curses and moans of his name escaping your lips, grinding into him until sensitivity has you trembling. He pulls you in for another kiss, savoring each other's taste and warmth, leaning his forehead against yours as he whispers, “I'm not letting you get away this time.”

You let out a sigh, pecking his lips again, eyes fluttering open, leaning back so you can watch him. One of your hands reaches to cup his cheek, the vulnerability in his eyes almost taking your breath away. Eris Vanserra always wore a mask, a cruel and twisted mask that had been meticulously crafted over the centuries, and as much as you've caught glimpses behind it, you had never seen him so open.

“I'm not going anywhere, Eris,” you promise, letting him kiss you again.

You spend the rest of the night cuddling under that blanket, so wrapped up in whispered confessions and sweet promises that neither of you notices the snow had stopped falling and the first rays of sunrise were already filtering in through the clouds.

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azsazz · 1 year ago

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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]

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surielstea · 1 month ago

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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.

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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azrielslittleslut · 3 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Each fic has its own list of warnings. All of them contain smut, and are 18+, so MDNI. Enjoy!

Edging/Overstimulation/Impact Play with Rhys Period Sex/Praise/Romantic Sex with Tarquin Creampie/Breeding/Rough Sex with Cassian Thigh Riding/Blow Job with Helion Fire Play/Sex Toys with Eris Thigh Fucking with Azriel

Short drabbles:

Lingerie with Rhys Caught Masturbating with Eris Somnophilia with Lucien Boot Worship with Azriel

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inkedinshadows · 1 month ago

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Say My Name

Day 12: Hate fuck — Eris x f!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, one instance of name calling, language

Word count: 2.354

A/N: ahhh I'm so excited for this one! It's actually the first Eris fic I've ever written (before the one for day 8) and I had so much fun. It's probably my favorite out of all kinktober fics!

As the emissary of the Night Court, you often had to deal with members of other courts, some more polite than others. And though you loved your job for the most part, you had come to hate when you had to meet with Eris Vanserra, which happened a bit too frequently since Rhysand had agreed to help him scheme against his own father.

You despised the male.

Eris was nothing but an arrogant, self-assured prick who thought he was better than anyone else. But even more than that, you hated the way your body reacted to him. You always had to keep a few feet of distance if you didn’t want anything inconvenient going on between your legs.

“You’re late.”

You rolled your eyes at that familiar voice as you closed the door behind you. Your meetings took place in a small, abandoned cabin Azriel had found along the border between the Winter and the Autumn Court. It was a single room with a small bed in one corner, a few kitchen counters on the opposite wall and a table with two chairs at the center of the space. Not much, but perfect for secret meetings.

Eris was currently leaning against one of the dusty counters, arms crossed over his muscular chest, scowling at you.

Forcing yourself to meet his gaze and not stare at the way his brown tunic perfectly hugged his biceps, you shrugged irreverently. “I’m here now, so let’s get this over with. The less I see you, the better.”

His jaw ticked. “I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes.”

“And?” You took a few steps forward, leaning against the table to mimic his position. “I had better things to do, Vanserra.”

Not exactly true. You had arrived late because you wanted to. You relished the sight of his anger, savoring the knowledge that you could get on his nerves so easily. The thought of him growing impatient while he waited for you to show up brought a little smile to your lips, especially since you knew that he needed the Night Court’s help more than you needed his.

Eris pushed off the counter and stalked toward you, his arms now at his side. You kept your eyes on his face, watching as that dormant fire power inside him sparked to life in his gaze. All of a sudden, you were breathing slightly faster.

“Allow me to make one thing clear, darling,” he drawled, stopping mere inches from you. You cringed at the pet name, though something fluttered deep in your stomach as he continued. “This is not a game. I don’t care what you or your preening High Lord and his oh-so-perfect friends believe about me. He promised his help.”

His hands were on the table behind you now, trapping you between the furniture and his body. He leaned closer, his scent engulfing you, until he was snarling directly in your face. “So if you can’t even bother to show up on time to do your job, tell him to send someone else. Someone professional.”

You were supposed to snap, to put him in his place, to yell and get angry at him. And deep down you were. After all, he had just insulted your friends and family, and not so subtly called you incompetent. But he was so close to you that you could feel his warm breath on your face and his chest brushing against yours with every inhale.

And then you made the stupid mistake of glancing down at his lips.

You didn’t know what happened next. You didn’t know who moved first. But one moment you were glaring at each other, and the next it was a whirlwind of tongues and teeth as your mouths collided.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss. Eris groaned, you moaned, both of you tried to take the lead and not submit to the other. But then he pushed you back against the table, his hips flush with yours, and suddenly there was just the hard bulge in his pants pressing against you.

Eris slid one of his hands in your hair to tilt your head back, drawing a whimper from you and exposing your neck for him to bite.

“Is this what you want?” he growled in between nips that you knew would leave a red mark. “Is this why your thighs clench together so often when you’re around me?”

“Shut up, Vanserra,” you grumbled, not caring how he had noticed that detail. All you wanted was to feel him, to give in to this unwelcome desire just for once, hoping it would be enough to make it go away. The wrongness of it all, the hate you harbored for each other, should have been a deterrent, but it only fueled your need instead.

Your fingers were on his pants, making quick work of undoing the buttons. Before you could go any further than that, you yelped as Eris spun you around and unceremoniously bent you over the table.

You turned your head toward him. “What are you—”

“Shut up,” he snarled in your ear. “I’m giving you what you’re too ashamed to ask for yourself.”

You didn’t know how to answer that. You did want this, and your pride stopped you from admitting it out loud. But shame? You weren’t ashamed of how you felt. You simply hated it with all your being.

“You’re so wet already,” he drawled, brushing its tip on your clit. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

Eris didn’t give you the time to come up with a different answer than another grumbled ‘shut up’. Your skirt was already being pushed up around your waist, your panties dropped to your ankles, and a moment later the head of his cock rubbed against your folds, making you both groan.

“Eris…” you whined. You didn’t even care how desperate and needy your voice sounded anymore. You just wanted to feel him inside you.

But he stopped and pulled away. His mouth was at your ear again, his breath hot on your skin. “How did you call me, sweetheart?”

You froze too as realization hit you. He had always been Vanserra to you. You had never uttered his name in front of him, just like he had never said yours. It just slipped out in the heat of the moment, and you certainly wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“I thought that was your name,” you replied, your voice going back to the scornful note it always carried when talking to him.

“It is.” Eris ran his hands along your body, and his tone became demanding. “Say it again.”

“No.”

He grabbed your hips, fingers digging in enough to bruise. “Say it.”

“Fuck you,” you spat. You wanted to turn around and give him one of your disdainful glares, but he was leaning over you, pressing you between his chest and the wooden surface beneath you.

“Oh, darling, I will fuck you.” You felt him smile against your ear. “And you will be screaming my name by the time I’m done with you.”

The words were already on your lips. Like hell I will. You opened your mouth to say just that, but a cry came out instead as Eris pushed his cock inside you with a single thrust. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pounding into you.

“Fuck, you feel better than I thought…” he sputtered, nibbling on your earlobe. “Tight little cunt squeezing me just right.”

Every thought or concern faded from your mind at the punishing rhythm he set. There was only the heavy drag of his cock sliding in and out of you, and when he lifted himself off you and stood to his full height behind you, the new angle allowed him to hit your most sensitive spot just right.

“Say my name.”

Eyes closed, mind foggy, you somehow managed to bite out, “No.”

His hand fisted your hair to pull your head back. You groaned, your back arching off the table, holding on to the edge hard enough that your knuckles were white.

“I want to fucking hear it,” he panted, each word accentuated by a thrust that made your eyes roll back.

But you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, not even now. Your pride and stubbornness wouldn’t let you go farther than letting him fuck you over a table.

“Keep fucking dreaming, Vanserra.”

Apparently, it wasn’t the right answer. His grip on your hair and hip only tightened and he slammed harder inside you, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, but at least he didn’t ask again and neither of you said anything more. The only sounds that could be heard were moans and groans—yours or his, you could no longer tell—, the wet noise of his cock sliding in your dripping cunt, and the occasional creaking of the table beneath you.

You weren’t sure how long you kept going. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours, and it would have made no difference at all: by the time you were reaching your climax, you were so fucked out it was hard to breathe or think straight. And Eris probably noticed it too, because he pulled you up until your back was pressed against his chest.

He let go of your hair only to tease your clit, gently drawing circles around it as he let up a bit until he was thrusting at a torturously slow rhythm. Your release had been so close, yet it was slipping away.

“Will you say my name now, darling?” he murmured in your ear. “Then you can come.”

You didn’t know why it mattered so much to him, but you were too lost in the pleasure, your mind too hazy to even try and fight him this time. “Eris,” you mumbled softly.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closing again when his fingers moved a bit faster on your clit. You were ready to come, and you waited for him to pick up the pace, but his thrusts remained too slow, too gentle.

“A little louder, sweetheart,” he ordered. “I couldn’t hear you.”

You sighed, the sound a perfect mix of frustration and bliss, and squirmed in his arms to try and get more than what he was giving.

Eris simply stopped what he was doing. His hand left your clit and he pulled out until only the tip of his cock was still inside you. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

“Eris, please…” you whined, loud enough that he couldn’t complain about not hearing it.

“You said my name and you’re begging?” His teeth grazed your neck. “Now, that’s a good little slut.”

You should be outraged, ashamed, shoving him away after such an insult, and a small part of you was, because you breathed out, “I fucking hate you.” It didn’t come out as angrily as you intended, though, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You weren’t even sure you said that because of the insult or to try to preserve some semblance of dignity.

Eris had the nerve to laugh. “Oh, I know you do, darling. I bet you also hate how good my cock feels inside you.”

He pushed you back down over the table, his hands finding their place on your hips as he finally thrust back into you.

“But I don’t see you complain about that,” he growled just before he began to relentlessly pound into you.

If possible, he was fucking you even harder and more roughly than before. Your cheek was pressed against the wood, and soon your legs were shaking, barely able to hold you up. Moan after moan tumbled out of your mouth, each one louder than before, until Eris slammed into you particularly deep and you screamed his name as your orgasm barreled through you.

His thrusts became frantic, his grip firmer, and it was only a matter of seconds before he came with a groan, filling you with his warm seed, your walls still clenching around him.

For a moment, you were both still. You were panting, body slick with sweat, and when Eris at last pulled out, you felt his absence inside you. But you would be damned if you let even the slightest whimper leave your lips now. Instead, you stood up straight as if that obnoxious desire had been sated rather than fed.

You pulled your panties back up and fixed your skirts, trying to ignore the remnants of your combined releases smeared over your inner thighs. You fixed your hair with your hands as best you could, and only then did you turn to face Eris.

He was watching you with a smirk on his annoyingly beautiful face. He looked as if nothing had happened—perfect hair, smoothed tunic, pants already buttoned up.

“What?” you snapped.

“I told you you’d scream my name and you did, didn’t you?” He prowled closer, reaching out a hand as if he wanted to touch you. “Just like I said.”

You batted his hand away and took a step back, arms crossed over your chest. “So what? It doesn’t change anything. I still hate you.”

“Good. Because I hate you just as much.”

“Good.”

You stared each other down for a whole minute before you crumbled and looked away. You swore you could see a smug smile appear on his face, but it was gone by the time you glanced back at him.

“This was a horrible mistake,” you sighed. You aimed for the door. “It will never happen again.”

Eris only smirked. “We’ll see.”

You winnowed away before you could punch him on that marked beautiful jaw of his. Only later did you realize you hadn’t asked why he had called for a meeting in the first place.

But Eris had been right, as it turned out. Because you still had to meet with him, and it did happen again. And again. And again. Until you didn’t fight it anymore.

Until you came to love the way Eris Vanserra hated you.

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dee-writes-smut · 26 days ago

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BEG FOR IT

FEATURING Eris Vanserra x Reader

SUMMARY It's all fun and games until he's needy and desperate beneath you.

CONTENT WARNINGS smut, sub!eris, p in v, no mentions of protection - wrap it up!

AUTHORS NOTE me finally living up to my username and posting smut??? Y'all can thank @surielstea, this was made in her honor. Love you, momma! <3

Eris Vanserra, known for his cold dominance and regal control, wasn’t supposed to look like this: sprawled beneath you, his face flushed with need, golden-red hair a wild mess against the pillow. His usual sharp composure, the arrogance he carries like armor, is completely shattered, replaced by something raw and desperate.

He’s trembling under your touch, every nerve alight, amber eyes wide and blown with lust as he gazes up at you, begging for more. His lips part, a soft whine escaping, his cock throbbing and leaking against his stomach, so hard it’s almost painful.

“Please,” his voice cracks, breathless with longing. “I can’t—can’t take it anymore. Please.”

You hover just above him, barely letting the heat of your slick entrance graze the tip of his cock, the contact making him jerk, a desperate groan rumbling from deep in his chest. His hands are on your thighs, nails digging in, trying to pull you down onto him, but you resist, savoring the sight of him writhing beneath you.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, your voice soft but taunting, teasing him as you let your wetness brush against his swollen tip again, just enough to make his hips jerk up in a needy attempt to bury himself inside you.

“Yes,” he moans, almost a sob. “Yes, please, I need you. I need to feel you.”

There’s no trace of the arrogant male who usually has you on your knees, no commanding, cold prince. This is Eris at his most vulnerable, laid bare before you, every inch of him aching for you to take him, to claim him.

You press down on his hips with a firm hand, keeping him pinned to the bed as he tries to grind up against you, his body desperate for any friction. “I want to hear you beg for it, Eris,” you say, your voice low, the command slipping from your lips as you watch him fall apart. “Tell me how much you want me.”

A shudder racks through his body, his chest heaving as he lets out another desperate whine, his hands shaking as they clutch at you. “I—I can’t wait anymore,” he stammers, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Please—fuck, please, I need you so bad. I’ll do anything, anything you want—just please, please fuck me.”

The desperation in his voice, the way his words are spilling from his lips like he’s lost control, sends a rush of heat through you. Finally, you let yourself sink down onto him, slowly, savoring the way his body tenses beneath you, his mouth falling open in a gasp as he fills you completely.

“Gods,” he chokes out, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat as his hips buck up involuntarily, his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck, you feel so—so fucking good.”

You start to move, slow and deliberate, rolling your hips against his, taking your time. His reaction is immediate, a strangled moan escaping him as his hands fly to your hips, gripping you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. But there’s no control in the way he’s touching you—it’s pure desperation. He’s completely at your mercy.

“You’re so sensitive tonight,” you murmur, leaning forward to kiss the side of his neck, sucking lightly at the skin until you leave a mark. The soft praise, combined with the teasing bite of your lips on his throat, draws another broken whimper from him, his body trembling beneath you. “Do you like it when I take my time with you? When I make you beg?”

He nods frantically, his breathing ragged as he tries to form a response. “Yes—fuck, yes, I love it. Please, please don’t stop.”

You pick up the pace slightly, just enough to drive him wild, his hips stuttering beneath you as you take him deeper. He’s shaking, his chest heaving with each labored breath, his hands slipping from your hips to your waist, then up to your breasts, his fingers trembling as they brush over your nipples.

“Gods, you’re perfect,” he groans, his voice rough and desperate. “So fucking perfect. Please—please go faster.”

But you’re not done teasing him yet. You lean down, pressing your chest against his, and the shift in angle makes him choke on a moan, his entire body tensing as you slowly roll your hips again, taking your time.

“Patience,” you whisper against his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “You’re going to wait until I’m ready.”

His response is a strangled sob, his hands trembling as they slide up your back, clinging to you like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. “Please,” he begs, his voice breaking. “I—I can’t—fuck, please don’t make me wait anymore.”

You smirk, dragging your lips down his throat, savoring the way he shivers beneath you. “Such a good boy, begging so sweetly for me.” The words seem to undo him completely, his body trembling as another whine escapes him.

You finally give in, lifting your hips slightly before slamming them back down, and the sound he makes is nothing short of pornographic—a deep, desperate groan that comes from somewhere deep inside him, his eyes rolling back as his hands grip your hips, holding on for dear life.

You pick up the pace, riding him harder, and the effect is immediate. His body is shaking, his head thrown back against the pillows as his moans fill the room, each one more desperate than the last. His cock twitches inside you, slick with precum, and you can feel how close he is, how his entire body is strung tight, ready to snap.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” you tease, running your hands over his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch.

He nods frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes—fuck, yes, I’m so close. Please, let me come—please, I can’t take it.”

You lean down, pressing your lips to his throat again, sucking hard enough to leave another bruise as you slam your hips down harder, faster. “Come for me, Eris,” you whisper against his skin, your voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you scream for me.”

That’s all it takes. His entire body goes rigid beneath you, his back arching off the bed as a guttural moan rips from his throat, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. His cock twitches violently inside you, hot ropes of cum spilling into you as his body shakes uncontrollably, his hands clutching at you like a lifeline as he rides out the intense pleasure.

You keep moving, riding him through his orgasm, and the overstimulation makes him sob, his body jerking beneath you as his hips buck up involuntarily, still chasing that high even as he’s too sensitive to handle it.

“Fuck—fuck, please, I can’t—I can’t take it anymore,” he gasps, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he begs for mercy.

But you don’t stop, not yet. You keep riding him, your pace relentless, enjoying the way he squirms beneath you, his moans turning into broken cries as his body shakes with overstimulation.

“Please,” he sobs, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, I—I can’t…”

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you slow your pace, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. His breath is still coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath yours as you finally let him come down from the intense high.

When you pull back, his amber eyes are glazed over, his chest heaving, a small, contented smile on his lips as he looks up at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice rough and wrecked. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You chuckle softly, brushing a lock of hair from his sweat-damp forehead. “Maybe. But you’ll die happy.”

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sizzlingstarlightsky · 27 days ago

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*For The Land

Kinktober 2024: Exhibitionism

Eris x Reader

word count: ~2.5k

cw: public throne sex and fingering, Eris giving words of affirmation, everyone finishes

The autumn equinox was a time of balance and beauty, when the warm embrace of summer gave way to the crisp whisper of fall. It was the perfect setting for a tradition as ancient as the lands themselves.

The castle walls echoed with the anticipation of the gathered fae, their vibrant wings fluttering in excitement.

High Lord Eris stood tall and proud at the center of the grand hall. His mate, you, High Lady Y/N, was a vision of grace, your eyes sparkling with the promise of the season.

The air grew thick with the scent of harvest spices, a heady mix of applewood, cinnamon, and cloves, as the fae of all courts looked on. The thrones, ancient and powerful, had seen countless rulers come and go, but none quite like you and Eris.

Your hands trembled slightly as you took your place beside Eris. You knew the solstice tradition was sacred, a bond between the rulers and their land, but the thought of your union being displayed, that was something else.

Eris felt your apprehension, his hand warm and reassuring as it squeezed yours.

He leaned in, whispering words of love and encouragement that only you could hear, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

Your eyes met, and in that moment, the world outside the throne room ceased to exist. Eris' gaze was filled with a fiery passion that set your heart ablaze.

He took your hand and gently guided you up the steps to the throne, the weight of your shared duty heavy upon them. The fae below watched in awe as they approached, their whispers of anticipation hushed by the gravity of the moment.

"You are a goddess," Eris murmured, his voice low and filled with reverence. "Your beauty is a harvest unto itself, ripe and ready for the plucking."

His words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around your insecurities and filling you with a newfound confidence. His eyes roamed over you, drinking in every inch of your body as if you were the most precious nectar.

"Tonight, we will show them what true power looks like."

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, but you straightened your back, your gaze never leaving Eris's.

"And what is that?" You asked, your voice steady despite the tremble in your chest.

Eris smirked, his eyes darkening with a predatory glint.

"Let me show you."

With grace he lifted you onto the throne, your legs straddling his waist. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a jolt through your body.

You gasped as he claimed your mouth in a fiery kiss.

The crowd below them seemed to melt away as he traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand traveled to the neckline of your gown, his fingers deftly unlacing it to expose the soft mounds of your breasts. The cool air of the throne room washed over you, making your nipples tighten in response.

Your eyes never left Eris's as he lowered his head to claim one peak, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh.

A soft moan escaped you, and you felt his arousal pressing against you.

His hand slid down your waist to the folds of your skirt, lifting it to expose the apex of your thighs. His fingers danced along your skin, teasing and promising, until they reached the heat between your legs. He stroked you lightly, making your hips rock against his touch.

The fae watched, their eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and hunger.

Your breath hitched as Eris's thumb found your clit, circling it with a masterful pressure.

His mouth left your breast to kiss a trail up your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to leave a mark. You could feel the energy of the room, the very essence of the land, waiting for their blessing.

The High Lord's hand slid lower, slipping into the warm wetness of your core. His fingers curled inside you, and you bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Eris's eyes never left yours, his pupils dilating with desire as he felt you tighten around him. His free hand gripped the back of the throne, his knuckles white with restraint.

The crowd below them had grown silent, the only sound the soft sighs and gasps of their mating.

As Eris's fingers worked their magic, your hands found his shoulders, nails digging in slightly.

You could feel the beginnings of a powerful climax building within, your body responding to his skilled touch.

He knew just how to push you to the edge, then pull back, drawing out the pleasure until you were panting with need.

The fae below watched in silence, their own desires kindling as they observed the intimate display.

The room was a sea of fluttering wings and bated breaths. It was not merely a sexual act; it was a ritual, a sacred bond between the rulers and the land they served.

Eris's thumb continued its relentless rhythm, and you felt the coil of pleasure tighten within. You were aware of the eyes upon you, but Eris's touch was all that truly mattered.

He leaned into you, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered sweet, dirty nothings that made you tremble with need. Your body was his instrument, and he played it with the finesse of a maestro.

"Look at me," he murmured, his voice a dark velvet.

"You're so beautiful, so wet for me. You're going to come for our people, aren't you?" His words were a caress.

Your cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, but you met his gaze, your own eyes dark with passion.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice a soft whimper of surrender. "I'll come for you, for them."

Eris's smirk grew wider, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

"I want to hear you scream my name, my love," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise.

"Let them feel your pleasure, let it flood the room and fill the lands with fertility." His words were a heady mix of love and lust, a potent elixir that had your insides quivering.

Your hips bucked against his hand, the friction building. You could feel the eyes of the fae on you, their silent urging a palpable force.

Yet, it was Eris's gaze that held her captive, his golden eyes burning with a love so intense it threatened to consume her.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice a shuddering whisper. "I'm going to come for you, Eris."

His fingers worked faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, as if eager to coax you over the edge.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice a dark command.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt the climax approaching.

"I'm going to come," you moaned, your voice a sweet symphony of need. "I'm going to come for you, for the lands."

"That's it," Eris growled, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through your very core.

"Let go, let them see what you do to me, how much you want me." His words were a gentle push, sending you spiraling over the precipice of pleasure.

Your eyes snapped open, and you cried out his name, the sound echoing off the walls of the throne room.

The fae below let out a collective gasp, their own desires stoked by the raw, unfiltered passion on display.

Your orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsing against Eris's hand. The room swam before your eyes, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation.

The High Lord's eyes never left yours, even as you rode the waves of your climax. His hand slowed, his touch tender as you came down from your peak. His thumb traced lazy circles around your clit, drawing out the last remnants of your pleasure, leaving you a boneless mess in his arms.

The fae below erupted into a cacophony of applause and cheers, their energy surging with the power of your shared ecstasy.

With a wicked grin, Eris stood, his cock straining against his breeches.

He reached down, freeing himself from the confines of his clothing, revealing his length to the eager gazes of the crowd.

He was as much a god in their eyes as you were a goddess, and the sight of him, so proud and aroused, only served to heighten the tension in the room.

You slid off the throne, your legs wobbly from the intensity of your release. Allowing yourself a moment to compose, your eyes never leaving Eris's as you did so.

The High Lord offered his hand, helping you to stand before he turned you to face the crowd. His hands found your hips, guiding you onto him in a smooth, fluid motion that had the fae gasping.

You felt him fill you, stretching you, claiming you in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirts pooling around you. Eris's hands held you in place as you began to move, rocking against him with a newfound confidence. Each stroke sent a bolt of pleasure through you, and you could feel his own growing desire as he thrust up to meet you.

As the rhythm grew more frenzied, so did the flames that had started to flicker around the base of the throne. They grew taller, brighter, their warmth caressing your skin like a living, breathing entity. The fae below watched in amazement.

The heat from the flames seemed to intensify Eris's touch, his skin burning hotter with each stroke.

You could feel the power of the fire resonating with the power of your own climax. It was as if the very essence of the season was joining, fueling the union.

Your moans grew louder, mixing with Eris's grunts of pleasure.

The eyes of the fae were on you both, watching your every move with a hunger. The sight of their High Lord and Lady, locked in such an intimate and primal embrace, was a potent aphrodisiac.

They were not just observers; they were participants in this sacred rite, their lust a living tapestry that surrounded the throne.

You were acutely aware of their gazes, a thrilling mix of both fear and exhilaration coursing through your veins.

Yet, it was Eris's eyes that truly claimed you. You could feel his cock pulsing within you, each stroke a declaration of his dominance and love.

"Look at them," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

"They want us. They need us." His word a dark seduction. "Show them how it's done, my love. Ride me like you own me."

Your eyes widened, but you complied, your hips rolling in a sensual dance that had Eris' eyes glazing over with desire.

"You like that, don't you?" You taunted, your voice a siren's song that sent shivers down his spine. "You like watching me take you, watching me control the fire that burns in your veins."

Eris groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you deeper.

"Yes," he hissed, his voice a feral snarl. "You own me, my queen. Your body is my sanctuary, your pleasure, my command." His words were a declaration of war, a battle cry that sent a shiver of excitement through you.

The gasps from the fae grew louder, their eyes glued to the erotic dance unfolding before them.

Each thrust, each moan, each caress was a silent promise of fertility and abundance for the lands. The flames grew higher, licking at their skin, painting the room in a warm, fiery glow.

You leaned back, your hands on Eris's broad shoulders, your breasts bouncing in rhythm.

"You're so wet for me," Eris murmured, "You're so perfect, so tight, so...mine."

You reveled in his praise.

Your hips moved in a silent symphony, each thrust a declaration of his worship.

"You're so beautiful, riding me like this," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her clit in time with their rhythm. "Every inch of you is perfection."

His eyes roamed over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, your heaving breasts, and the way you moved on him with such passion.

"Your pussy is so good," he groaned, his voice raw with desire. "So warm, so welcoming. It's like coming home."

You moaned at his praise. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the slickness making your movements smoother, more urgent.

"Tell me more," you begged. "Make me feel like a goddess."

Eris's smile was wicked, his eyes alight with a dark pleasure.

"You're going to make me come, my love," he growled. "You're going to make me spill my seed, fill you with the promise of our land's prosperity."

Your eyes widened with each word, breath hitching as he continued to praise you, to claim you with his voice as surely as he did with his body.

"Your pussy is a treasure trove," he said, his hips bucking upward to meet your downward strokes. "A sweet, wet heaven that I'll never tire of claiming."

His hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples.

"These perfect peaks," he murmured, "they're like the tips of the mountains that watch over us, begging to be worshipped."

The fae below watched, their own desires reaching a fever pitch. As Eris's hands played your body like a finely tuned instrument, you could feel the climax building once more.

With a final, powerful thrust, Eris reached his peak, roaring out his release as he filled you completely. Your walls tightened around him, milking every drop as you, too, shattered into a million pieces. The flames around the throne grew even higher still.

The fae erupted into a frenzy of pleasure, their own orgasms a wave that crashed through the room.

The sound of their collective climaxes was deafening, a cacophony of moans and gasps.

Every creature felt the touch of their rulers' passion, a reminder of the deep bond between the High Lord and Lady and the very earth they protected.

As the flames around the throne subsided, Eris leaned in to kiss your forehead. The fae below watched as the High Lord cradled his mate, his touch tender as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

With the annual union complete, Eris helped you down from the throne. The fae below had fallen to their knees, the power of the ritual lingering in the air.

Together, you descended the steps, your bodies still slick with sweat and desire.

The room was silent. Each fae they passed offered a nod of respect, their eyes filled with a newfound reverence for their High Lady.

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thestarlightexpress · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 4 - Hatefucking - Eris x Reader

TW: sexual themes including degradation

A/N: this is so late in the day, i spent way too much time reading and not writing, oopsie

word count = 2.26k

NSFW under the cut

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As much as you hated the High Lord of the Autumn Court, you did have to admit - Beron Vanserra knew how to throw a party. While they may not be as relaxed as the parties you’re used to back in Dawn, Autumn parties sure did have a well-developed sense of finery.

As one of Thesan’s most trusted courtiers, your official goal was to preserve the tenuous trade routes between Dawn and Autumn and keep a low profile. But to be fair, attending a quick party wouldn’t hurt anyone - or so you thought.

You were leaning back against a tapestry hung on the wall of the marvelous ballroom, watching High Fae dressed in reds, oranges, and greens dance around you. You supposed you should’ve taken the opportunity to mingle with the Autumn nobility but you really couldn’t care less - the glass of fine Autumn whiskey helping you decompress and making you feel just floaty enough to be enjoyable.

After the week you had, you definitely deserved to relax. You normally excelled at court relations but there was something about the Autumn Court that got under your skin. Or well, really someone - the Heir Apparent, Eris fucking Vanserra.

You could never understand how someone so gorgeous could be so damn insufferable. You guessed that there had to be some balance in the universe. After all, it wouldn’t be fair for him to be easy to get along with and nice to look at. On top of how unbearable it was to listen to him all week, you had also managed to embarrass yourself multiple times by getting lost in just how beautiful he was. How unfortunate it was that he had to ruin your daydreams by running his mouth.

You were so distracted by your reminiscing that you didn’t even hear him approach you. “Having fun?”, Eris drawled in your ear. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’d appeared out of thin air.

You sighed dramatically before glancing over at him, “I was until you decided to bother me.” You took a second to take him in - wearing his finest Autumn attire, his wavy shoulder-length hair impeccably styled, and his pointed ears adorned with gold hoops and cuffs.

Eris gave you a piercing glare before smirking, “Well aren’t you just peachy tonight? You’d think you’d be glad tha-”

The rage started boiling as his perfectly lilting voice skimmed your ears in just the right way. “Gods, do you ever stop talking?”

Flames sparked in his amber eyes as they narrowed on you. Before you had a chance to react, he gripped your arm and winnowed both of you away.

You blinked and the ballroom faded away to reveal a spacious but quaint bedroom - including a cherry wood four-poster bed, floor to ceiling bookshelves, and a magnificent window showcasing the beauty of the Autumn Court right outside the Forest House.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t outside the Forest House, you were pressed up against a door by Eris Vanserra, in what was likely his bedroom.

The pressure of his hand on your shoulder, his thumb grazing your collarbone, quickly brought you out of your trance. You craned your neck to look up into his eyes, only seeing thinly veiled rage reflected back at you. “Do you really think you can speak to me like that in my own home? You should know better than that, sweetheart.”

You scoffed and tried to push him away but he only held you tighter, “What gave you the impression that I even care what you think? You don’t scare me, Vanserra. I see right through you.”

While you knew most of the male’s cruelty and insufferable nature was only for show, the fact that he could very easily overpower you at this moment was not lost on you. You just prayed to the Mother that he couldn’t sense the small amount of fear in your voice.

Something changed in Eris’ stare like he knew something you didn’t. “I don’t scare you? I don’t know about that, princess,” his free hand firmly gripped your waist and you swore you felt sparks under your skin at the touch. “We both know exactly how much I scare you. But, I think you like that.”

Your breath hitched in your throat - he had realized something you hadn’t even been able to admit to yourself. That despite your best efforts, you couldn’t resist the small wave of arousal you felt every time he displayed even a minute amount of his power.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I know you hate me, probably fantasize about killing me, but I think you fantasize about other things as well.” Eris’ voice sent shivers throughout your whole body.

He started to pull away before you gripped the back of his neck and kept him close to you, “The only thing I’m fantasizing about right now is how to shut you up.”

Eris released a breathy laugh against your neck before taking your earlobe in between his teeth. “There are many methods to do that, perhaps we should investigate the ways?” He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

His gaze flitted between your wide eyes and your plump lips, waiting to see who would break the tension first. You figured your night couldn’t really get much worse, so you rose up and pulled him to you.

His lips softly brushed against yours, sending a shock down your spine. Eris reluctantly pulled away, lips parted and ragged breaths sawing out of his chest. He suddenly leaned back down and roughly kissed you.

Within no time at all, his tongue roamed around your mouth and your hands were hurriedly pushing his tailored jacked off and onto the floor.

Eris hiked the skirts of your dress up to your hips and pulled you up against the door, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

His lips attached to your neck, quickly working at sucking multiple bruises into the soft and supple flesh of your neck. You tried to distract yourself by unbuttoning his silk shirt as you threw your head back against the door.

One of your hands floated up to tangle in his hair, lightly pushing his face into you.

You tried and failed to stifle your moans, “Oh fuck Eris - I still hate you, for the record.”

He sharply bit into your neck at your teasing, pulling a raspy groan from you. One of his hands rose up from his hips to paw at your supple breasts. “ Don’t worry, bunny - I still hate you too.”

You smirked and ground down against his very evident erection. “Are you quite sure about that?”, you whispered in his ear. He lowly growled and bucked his hips up, his bulge grazing your clothed clit.

Eris spun around and threw you down on the bed before stripping off his shirt and standing between your legs. He leaned over and reached around to unzip your dress before pulling it off, leaving you almost bare save for your thin, lacy panties.

He caged you between the bed and his strong chest. You ran your hand over the expanse of firm and freckled skin as he leaned down to kiss and suck at your exposed tits.

His warm and wet mouth around your nipples had you leaking through your panties and moaning for more. You raised your leg and teasingly rubbed your foot against his clothed cock.

At the sudden stimulation, he menacingly growled and bit down on your collarbone before pulling back to look down at you. He licked a smear of blood off his bottom lip before roughly gripping your thighs. He flipped you onto your stomach and hiked your hips up.

Eris gripped your hair and harshly pulled back to arch your back before snarling, “You want to act like a cock-hungry whore? Then I’ll fuck you like one.” He ripped your panties off before spreading your ass to take in your glistening cunt.

You really shouldn’t have teased him when he was this temperamental but you couldn’t help yourself. You bit your lip before muttering, “I sure hope so, you’ve yet to deliver on most of your threats.”

You started to realize that you got yourself into deep shit when you felt the temperature of the room drop as his rage grew and fiery heat radiated off of him. He clicked his tongue before forcefully slapping your ass. “I should’ve known you would’ve been an insufferable brat, just like you always are.”

You were sure there would be a hand-shaped burn on you in the morning if the scorching heat emanating from where he struck you was any sign. The delicious mix of pain and pleasure had you dripping all over his sheets.

You heard him fumble with the laces of his pants and pull them down, hissing at the cool air brushing against his swollen cock. He spread your legs further apart and ran his leaky tip between your soaked folds. “Fuck baby, you’re already so wet for me. I could just slip right in, couldn’t I? Let’s test that.” Without any more warning, he pulled your hips back onto his cock as he thrust forward into you.

The burning stretch and sheer size of him already had you tearing up. He groaned as he stilled inside of you, giving you time to adjust. However, the alcohol you ingested earlier already had you pliant and ready for him. You huffed and wiggled your hips against him, “Well fucking get on with it already, would you?”

The hands gripping your hips heated up to an almost scalding temperature as he hissed at the sudden movement. He reached forward to grip your hair - arching your back up towards him - as he started relentlessly fucking into you. The sheer force of his cock sliding in and out of you knocked the air out of your lungs.

Your gasps quickly turned into moans as the pleasure hit you like a tsunami. The tip of his cock hitting a specific spot inside of you on each stroke and his balls slapping against your clit already had you teetering over the edge. “You just have to be a bitch, don’t you? Can’t even act properly when I’m about to fuck you,” he managed to groan out between low moans and growls.

You gripped onto the silk sheets for dear life. It was moments like this where you could definitely see how powerful he is, the true Heir to a High Lord. You were starting to get overwhelmed by all the different sensations Eris was giving you - the warmth of his hands, the fullness inside you, even his scent of clove and honey from his sheets. Despite this, you couldn’t help but whine for more. “Gods Eris, don’t stop. Fuck - harder!”

He pulled your chest up and off the bed to him before he growled in your ear, “You’ll take exactly what I give you,”. One hand slipped down to rub tight circles on your clit, “Gods, such a good fucking pussy. So tight and wet for me, gripping me just right.”, he moaned in your ear.

He placed a knee on the bed next to yours to get a better angle. “Do you have any idea how hard it's been to restrain myself around you? To not kick everyone out of those insufferable meetings and bend you over the table?” The new angle had his tip brushing against your cervix, making you see stars as your vision dimmed.

You could tell he was getting close when his voice wavered and his chest lightly shook against you with the force of his rapid thrusts. Your walls started to flutter around him as the pressure started to mount in your body.

You interlaced your hands with his as he growled in your ear, “That’s it, bunny, right there.” He bit down into the crook of your neck as his cock rapidly twitched and spilled inside you. The pressure peaked as you fell over the edge, gushing all over his cock as you came.

He gingerly pulled out of you and laid you down on the bed on your back. Eris leaned down and softly kissed you. Your chest was still heaving as you tried to will your heart to relax. You were so focused that you didn’t notice him slip into the adjoining washroom. He quickly returned clad in maroon sweatpants, with a wet towel and glass of water.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and raised your eyebrows, questioning what exactly he was doing. He lightly chuckled as he handed you the water, “I may not like you but I’m not a brute, you still deserve to be treated properly.”

Eris kneeled at the edge of the bed and started to slowly wipe down your shaking legs and through your center. He then laid down some clean clothes next to you, which you quickly slipped on.

Eris sat on the bed against the headboard and pulled you over to rest your head in his lap as you curled up next to him. He placed one hand on your waist as the other ran through your hair. You glanced up to see his head against the headboard, eyes closed with a content smile. He peered open one eye and smirked down at you, “As much as I enjoyed this, we go back to hating each other in the morning.”

You snorted at his blunt command, “Agreed. Until next time, lordling.”. You quickly shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep encompassed by his comforting scent.

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azrielsdove · 2 months ago

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Kinktober

Okay, I have been convinced to partake this year. My goal is 13 pieces, posting roughly every other day started October 1st. Don’t hold me to this though, i’m notoriously horrible at updating on time 😅. Here is what I have planned in order!! I will update here as I post and I will include them on my main masterlist.

1. Exhibitionism-Rhysand

2. Leather-Azriel

3. Overstimulation-Lucien

4. Sex pollen- Tamlin

5. Denied orgasm-Cassian

6. Choking/asphyxiation-Eris

7. Threesome-Feysand

8. Drunk sex/taboo-Cassian

9. Forced proximity-Lucien

10. Bondage/pain play- Azriel

11. Guided masturbation-Rhysand

12. Marking/biting-Tamlin

13. Cuck-Mate!Azriel and Cassian

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velarisdusk · 27 days ago

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Bound by Flame

Day 17: Cum Plug | Eris x Reader word count: 1k author's note: this kinda overlaps with a pregnancy kink but like only for a little bit dont worry ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

“Fuck, you feel so good," Eris growled, his breath coming in ragged pants, every word dripping with need. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushed deeper, as though he couldn’t get close enough. "You’re going to look so perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice low, dirty. "Carrying my child.”

Your legs were wrapped tightly around Eris’ waist, his body pressing into yours relentlessly. The room was dimly lit, the fire roaring in the hearth casting flickers of light over the tangled mess of sheets. His red hair fell into his eyes as he thrust into you, his gaze locked on yours, burning with that predatory gleam that always made your heart race. The words sent a shock of heat through you, your breath hitching as his hips snapped forward again. Your mind was spinning, his pace relentless, but his words—their meaning—clung to you, sinking in. "Eris–”

“Shh," he cut you off with a growl, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back so he could look down at you, his gaze dark with possession. "You want it, don’t you? You want me to fill you up until you’re dripping with me?”

A moan slipped from your lips as you arched against him, your body answering for you before you could form the words. "Yes," you gasped, barely able to hold onto any coherent thought with the way he was fucking you. "I want it.”

Eris grinned wickedly, a flash of sharp teeth in the low light. "Good girl." His hand slid down to your stomach, pressing down lightly as he thrust into you, imagining it already swollen with his child. "You’re going to look so fucking beautiful with my heir growing inside you. Every inch of you mine.” Your breath hitched again, his words sending a jolt of heat straight through you. You could feel how close he was, the way his thrusts were becoming rougher, more desperate, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. "Say it," he commanded, his voice rough. "Tell me you’re going to take every drop of my cum, that you’re not going to waste a single bit.” “I–I won’t," you stammered, your nails digging into his back, clinging to him as he slammed into you. "I promise I’ll take it all, Eris.” His grip tightened on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. "Damn right, you will," he snarled, his thrusts growing faster, harder. "I’m going to pump you full, make sure you’re stuffed with my seed." His voice dropped lower, filthier. "And you’re not going to waste a single fucking drop, are you?”

“No," you whimpered, barely able to get the words out between your panting breaths. "No, I won’t waste any. I’ll take all of it.” His hips jerked forward one last time, and then he was coming, hot and thick inside you, filling you with everything he had. The growl that ripped from his throat as he spilled into you sent a shudder down your spine, your own release crashing over you in waves as he pushed you over the edge with him.

But even as you trembled beneath him, feeling his warmth pulse inside you, Eris wasn’t done. He slowly withdrew from you, only to press his fingers to your core, keeping the slick evidence of his release inside you. His golden eyes darkened with satisfaction as he watched you squirm under his touch. "We’re not done yet, love," he murmured, his voice soft.

You blinked up at him, dazed and still trembling, but his fingers moved with purpose, slipping in and out of you, making sure nothing spilled. "Can’t let any of it go to waste," he said, almost to himself, his voice deep with that edge of control that always left you breathless.

Before you could respond, you felt the cool pressure of something else pressing against your entrance—something firmer. You gasped, your mind snapping back into focus as Eris gently pushed a plug inside you, sealing his cum in place. He leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a slow, teasing kiss as he murmured, "We need to make sure it all stays right where it belongs.” The feeling of fullness made you clench around the plug, the weight of his words settling over you like a blanket. "There," Eris whispered, pulling back to look into your eyes, a dark smile tugging at his lips. "Now you won’t lose any of it. My heir will be inside you soon enough.” His words made your breath hitch, your body buzzing with the mixture of arousal and the weight of his command. You couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your throat as you shifted, feeling the soreness from how rough he’d been, but also the fullness, the way the plug kept him inside you.

Eris chuckled, brushing a thumb over your lower lip. "You’ll get used to it," he said, his tone softening just slightly as he gathered you against him, his warmth enveloping you. "And this won’t be the last time we do this. Not until you’re carrying my heir.”

You blinked up at him, still dazed, but his words sent another shiver down your spine. His grip on you tightened just a fraction as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“We’ll keep at it," he murmured, his voice low and possessive, "again and again, until I’ve filled you enough times to make sure it happens." He kissed your neck, slow and teasing. "And I’ll make sure nothing is wasted each time, just like tonight.”

The thought made your pulse quicken, your body responding despite the soreness that lingered. You shifted against him, and he grinned, noticing the way you couldn’t hide your reaction.

“Don't worry," he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns over your skin. "You’ll be filled with me again soon enough." He kissed you once more, slow and possessive, before pulling you tighter against him. "Until I’ve gotten what I want.”

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throneofsmut · 1 month ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Breeding

Azriel and Eris Vanserra x Reader || WC: 1.2K

A moan works its way up your throat and Eris swallows it greedily. Deepening your kiss as Azriel continues kissing and sucking on your neck while rubbing tight circles on your clit.

You fist both of their cocks in each hand, pumping and twisting, their low groans filling your ears.

Azriel adds more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves, and you pull away from Eris, lips swollen, chest heaving slightly. “Does that feel good, bunny?” Azriel murmurs against your skin.

“Mhmm,” you moan, nodding.

“She wants more though?” Eris grunts between soft huffs of breath. Pinching and pulling your taut nipples making your back arch, “Don’t you, pretty girl?”

Your answer is a breathy whimper.

He pinches one of your nipples harder, “Yes or no?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You chant desperately.

Azriel chuckles. “What our pretty girl wants, she gets.” Then he picks you up, placing you on top so you’re straddling him. He grabs his hard length at the base then rubs it between your folds. “Fuuuck she’s soaked for us, Eris,” Azriel groans. “You hear how soaked you are for us, bunny?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I can hear it.” And it was true, the wet sounds of him rubbing himself against you only making you wetter. Clenching around nothing as he covers himself in your arousal. “Az, please. Fuck me!”

Your only warning is his wings twitching beneath him as slides all the way, till he’s fully seated inside you. Both of you gasp at the feeling of him stretching you open.

Splaying your hands on his muscled chest, you start riding him, and he meets you stroke for stroke.

Then you feel Eris grip your ass with one hand, squeezing, before trailing his hand up your spine. Leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers tangle in the strands at the nape of your neck, and with a swift motion, he fists your hair, angling his hips towards you.

His other hand wraps around his cock as he runs the tip of it on your lips. Making your soft kiss-swollen lips glisten with his precum.

Azriel’s large scarred hands grip your hips keeping you in place just how he wants and he slams into you faster. Deeper.

“Open your mouth, pretty girl.” Eris instructs.

You do. Sticking your tongue flat out, he taps his thick heavy cock on it a couple times before you close your lips around it.

He exhales, a breath of pleasure escaping his lips.

Azriel’s thrusts forcing you to take Eris deeper. Your eyes begin to glisten the more you sputter around the size of him, gagging every time the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and he chuckles. “That’s it,” Eris drawls. “Just like that pretty girl.”

His words, Azriel’s hands on you, and both of their sounds of pleasure have heat pooling in your lower back.

Your walls flutter around Azriel’s cock. “Gonna come already, bunny?” He murmurs between grunts. “You’re close. I can feel you.”

You moan in reply around Eris’s cock, the vibrations of it making his hips buck, “Shit,” Eris curses. “Make her cum, Az.”

“Always do,” Azriel says proudly. He dips his head down towards your tits, nipping, biting, and sucking on them. Heat spreads under your skin.

Eris pulls out of your mouth and you gasp when Azriel tugs on one of your nipples with his teeth.

You suck in a sharp breath, cumming, your legs shaking as you dissolve into pleasure, Eris crashing his lips into yours. Kissing you as you cum around Azriel’s length.

“Gods,” Azriel hisses. “She’s milking the fuck outta my cock, Eris.”

Eris moans. Then he pulls away, running a hand through his silky red hair, “Yeah?”

“Y–fuck–yeah,” Azriel answers between moans.

You start kissing and sucking the skin of his neck. “Cum in me,” you whisper.

“Yeah? You want me to cum inside you, bunny?”

Nodding, you feel his cock twitch inside of you. “Cum inside me, Az.” You nip at the skin of his jaw, then face him, placing a heated kiss against his lips. Leaning down, “I want you to fill me up,” you purr into his ear. “Breed me, Az. Put a babe in me.” Lightly dragging a nail along one of the ridges in his wings.

With one last powerful thrust, he spills himself inside you, your name falling from his lips as he falls over the edge. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

Eris moves, kneeling behind you on the bed. Placing kisses to your back as you ride Azriel through his orgasm. Moaning at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you, and only after you wring every ounce of pleasure from Azriel, you lift off of him.

You feel Azriel’s cum about to drip out of you, but before it can Eris buries himself inside you, pushing it back in.

Shifting on your hands and knees as he stretches you with his thick cock.

Screaming out when he starts to play with your clit. The feather-light touches on your clit while desperately pumping in and out of you make your nerves feel like they’re on fire.

He fists your hair again, pulling you towards him, your back pressing against his firm chest. “Too much?” He growls, “Or can you take it, pretty girl?”

“I-I can ta-take,” you whimper between choked sobs.

You can’t see him but you know he’s grinning. “You want me to fill you up too?”

“Please.”

“You want me to breed you?”

“Yes!”

“Want to be full of our cum so you can have our babes?” You moan unabashedly at the idea of them getting you pregnant. “You want your belly nice and round? Your tits full and heavy?”

“Yes, please!” you beg.

“Whatever you want,” he breathes, letting go of your hair, and you catch yourself on the bed. His hips snapping against your ass.

Azriel’s hands cradle your face as he starts placing tender kisses all over it. Then he leans back, propping himself up on an elbow, and you angle your head down, capturing his lips. He smiles against yours.

His free hand palms your tits then moves down the front of your body, rubbing and flicking your clit, making your hips jolt at the sensation. You exhale a sharp breath through your nose, still kissing him.

Smirking against his lips, you reach down and wrap a hand around his length, stroking him at the same pace Eris fuck you in. He pulls back, breath hitching.

Eris reaches both hands under you. Holding you up while one hand plays with your tits while the other splays across your tummy. “Ah,” you moan at the pressure.

Spreading your legs further apart, you reach down and play with Eris’s balls.

He gasps, “Mother’s tits.” You smile and continue to play with them, squeezing them lightly.

Eris changes the angle of his hips, shockwaves gripping your body as the head of cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, and you let go of Azriel’s cock, gripping his shoulders instead.

Strangled noises escaping your lips as you shatter between both males. Your own orgasm pushing Eris over the edge, and he spills himself inside you, hip stuttering as your name falls from your lips.

Eris pulls out of you once he’s well and truly spent and you melt against Azriel. Twitching when you feel Eris pushing back in both of their releases with his fingers.

Both of them murmuring sweet nothings to you while Azriel smooths your hair back and Eris lays down beside both of you. Rubbing your soothing circles on your back.

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A/N: I haven’t written in so long, let alone smut so pls be nice 😖

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