#eris vanserra i believe you are sexy as fuck

[theostrophywife]

bath water.

masterlist (eris x reader) author's note: just a soft fic for my eris girlies. also the pic above (if you know, you know) warning: fluffy smut. summary: after a long day of presiding over the autumn court, all the high lord really wants is a bath with his mate.

Eris loved it when you played with his hair. 

Whether it was during the day while lounging in the garden with a book in one hand with your fingers raking through your mate’s hair in the other or at night in the privacy of your bedchambers when you were pulling at his russett locks as he brought you to the edge over and over again, Eris couldn’t get enough. 

He’d always been precarious about his hair and never let anyone touch it, opting to learn how to braid it himself rather than letting strangers come near his sleek locks. Until you came along. 

The first time you twirled a fiery red strand between your fingers, Eris actually blushed. It was in the initial stages of your relationship when you were still sneaking around to hide the mating bond from his ruthless father. Eris was lying in your bed with his head propped up on your lap as you arranged his long hair into a braid. 

“You’re just so pretty, babe,” you murmured as you kissed the tip of his nose.

Ever since then, Eris jumped at any opportunity to have your fingers in his hair. His absolute favorite was when you shampooed his scalp in the bath, just as you were doing now. Your mate, the High Lord of the Autumn Court, was nothing but putty in your hands as he leaned back against you, his toned body light and relaxed while you worked your magic. 

As soon as Eris walked into your shared bedchambers, it took one look to discern that your mate desperately needed a relaxing bath to wash away the stress of the day. You took great care in making sure the water was the perfect temperature and took it upon yourself to pick out a mixture of soaps and herbs that tinted the bath a pretty pink hue. It had taken Eris all but a brief glance at your naked form waiting for him in the large marble tub before he was undressing and crawling into the steaming water. 

“Did you have a long day, my love?” 

Eris groans as warm water swirls around his tense shoulders. “That might be the understatement of the night," he sighs as you massage the knots forming on his shoulders. "With our new initiative to pay our farmer’s fair wages, I have been bombarded with complaint after complaint from the nobility.” He rolls his eyes in annoyance. “As if raising their taxes to pay for what they’ve swindled under my father’s rule is the most abhorrent thing out of this whole ordeal.” 

You hum in disapproval, massaging the concoction of herbs onto your mate’s scalp. His eyes flutter close, those long lashes of his kissing the tops of his freckled cheeks. “They will cease their incessant whining once we unveil our plan to open trade between our court and the Continent.”

Your mate stirs underneath you, leaning further into your touch while you lather up his russett locks. “The meeting with the ambassadors went well, then?” You nod as Eris beams proudly. “I can’t say I’m surprised. If anyone could convince those uppity bastards to agree to our terms, it would be you. Have I ever told you how charming and irresistible you are, my love?” 

You chuckle in response. “Not nearly enough, but I’m sure that you’ll more than make up for it once we deliver our good news to the nobles no later than the end of this week.” 

Eris smirks. “I can think of a few ways to show my appreciation, little fox.” You flick his nose and your mate chuckles, pressing a teasing kiss on your collarbone. “I assume my brothers were on their best behavior while you sealed the deal?” 

“They were. Though I may have prefaced the meeting with a promise to turn them into frogs should they choose to embarrass me in front of our guests.” 

The chuckle that slipped from those full, pouty lips awakened goosebumps over your flesh. “Is it wrong that I find it incredibly sexy when you threaten my kin?” 

“Absolutely not,” you reply with a smirk. Pulling the leash taut on his brothers was a necessary part of the political game. You understood that even before you became their sister-in-law, so you used your reputation for dabbling in the dark arts to your advantage. It didn’t matter that you wouldn’t bother wasting your powers for the transfiguration of such miserable males, but it was still fun to watch them cower at the prospect of being turned into helpless creatures based on whatever whim you were feeling that day. “Besides, I never threatened your brothers. I merely gave them a choice.” 

“My benevolent High Lady,” Eris purrs. You loved the way the title rolls off his tongue almost as much as you loved your mate. 

“My spoiled High Lord,” you tease in response while rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. 

Eris lets out a pleased sigh. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” he rests his head against your chest, hooking an arm around your knee as he lazily traces patterns through the bubbles clinging onto your soft skin. “The promise of your hands in my hair might have been my only motivation for not throttling our lovely council members.”

“I see, so my mate only seeks me out for my scalp massages.” 

“Amongst other things,” Eris responds huskily. He turns around, causing the water to spill over the sides of the tub. 

You giggle as he saunters up to you, placing soft kisses all over your face while pressing his body flush against yours. Eris is warm underneath your touch and growing hotter still as his lips finally hit their mark. You’ve been mated and married to this male for nearly a decade, but your heart still races every time he kisses you. There’s something sweet and warm in his kisses, tasting of honey and cinnamon as he prods his wicked tongue into your mouth. 

A sigh of satisfaction leaves your lips as his hands snake up your spine, bringing you closer while your fingers tangle in his hair. Despite the fact that you’ve been sitting in the bath for nearly half an hour, it never grows cold thanks to the fire coursing through your mate’s veins. Eris groans in pleasure as you straddle his lap, clambering to feel more of him, taste more of him, take as much of him as he’s willing to give. 

The fiery thread of your bond snaps tight and you feel the desire scorch through the connection like wildfire. It makes every fiber of your being come alive to hold Eris like this. His hand palms your exposed breasts, cupping them gently before teasing the sensitive peaks of your nipples. You moan into his neck as your mate takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling and sucking with wicked intent. 

Eris loves making his High Lady needy and desperate, teasing you with his mouth and fingers, coaxing every moan and whimper out of you with a satisfied smirk. 

“Come here, little fox. I want to show you just how much I missed you,” he murmurs against your neck. 

The pads of his fingers trace a path of heat down the valley of your breasts, dipping lower past your belly button until he reaches the place where you want him most. Eris drags his pointer and middle finger through your flaps, his erection pressing against your thigh when he feels how wet you are for him. 

“Is this all for me, my love?” Eris asks with a smirk. “This pretty little cunt of yours is just begging to be stuffed with my fingers.”

“Baby, please,” you plead huskily. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

Your mate doesn’t need to be told twice. Eris would burn the whole world down just to keep you warm. With a wicked grin, he pumps his fingers into your sopping wet cunt, curving them inside your walls as heat sweeps through your soft skin. It's euphoric, feeling Eris deep within your pussy, untangling every knot of stress from your body while he works you with those skilled fingers. 

Eris knew every curve and crevice of his mate’s body, but yet he couldn't help but examine the arch of your back, the parting of your lips, and the drooping of your heavy lids, committing all of it to memory while he continues to pleasure you. His thumb flicks over your clit and his touch is absolutely divine, nearly sending you into overdrive as he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

You were close, so close, but you didn’t want to cum without feeling all of Eris. The tug of lust and desire you sent down the bond communicates how badly you ache to have your mate inside your walls. The High Lord growls, obliging the silent request as he positions you over his lap, pumping himself twice before letting you take all of him. 

As you sink lower and lower onto his length, Eris groans into your neck, dragging his teeth over the hollow of your throat as he fully sheathes himself inside your pussy. 

“Gods, I fucking love you,” Eris groans, tilting your chin so he can devour you whole. His teeth clash against your bottom lip as he kisses you deeply, prodding his tongue past your parted lips to claim you. This possessive side of him was absolutely thrilling and you loved when he marked you as wholly his. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

Eris responds by bucking his hips, driving his cock deeper into you as you groan with pleasure. You dip your forehead down to his, slowly rocking your hips back and forth, riding him with a slow, steady rhythm that has both of you sighing with gratification. His hands snake up your spine, leaving a fiery path in their wake as he clings onto you. 

As much as you enjoyed a proper fucking, the intimacy of making love was undefeated. The act was deeply romantic and felt special when shared by two souls who knew each other better than they knew themselves. 

With every sway of your hips, you could feel the bond glow between you. Brushing back the fiery strands from your mate’s face, you gaze into those loving eyes and voice the desire that’s been growing within you since his succession. 

“Eris,” you whisper softly, gaining his attention. 

He dips his forehead to yours, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. “Yes, my love?” 

“I’ve been thinking. With the success of this new trade and the official establishment of our rule, things have been going well in the Autumn Court, has it not?” 

Eris smirks. “We’re in the middle of having sex and you wish to speak of political matters? I don’t know if I’m turned on or offended.”

You chuckle, pecking him on the lips. “I have a point, I promise.” 

“Yes my love, all is well in the fox’s den. Thanks to our joint effort. We make a rather splendid team, if I do say so myself.” 

You bite your lip, considering your next words carefully. “What do you think about adding to our team?” you ask earnestly as you twirl a russet strand between your fingers. “Because I’d really like to give you an heir, Eris.”

During the past few months, the thought of bearing his children has grown in your heart - a secret desire that you were glad to finally voice. For as long as you could remember, you’ve always wanted to be a mother. Despite your difficult upbringing in the court of foxes, you dreamed that one day your home would become a suitable place to raise children of your own. As you and Eris strive to make the Autumn Court a better place, the opportunity seemed more and more plausible than it ever has. These lands were prospering and peace had finally settled over Prythian for the first time in gods knew how long. It seemed like the perfect time to start looking towards the future.

As you did so, all you saw was Eris. This beautiful male you called your mate deserved every bit of happiness that this realm could offer. Despite the sly and cunning facade he’d been forced to don over the years, you knew that deep down, all Eris ever really wanted was to take care of his family. As complicated as the Vanserras were, the blood of the fox ran thick. In their own way, they were beginning to heal from the damage that Beron had inflicted and the same could be said about the Autumn Court as a whole. The familial relationships and political chessboard were slowly but surely starting to mend itself and the conditions were ripe to start thinking about adding to the brood.

“Do you truly mean it?” Eris asks softly.

The way he holds his breath as he cradles your face in his hands makes you grin. A spark awakens in his warm amber eyes, appearing like molten gold as the moonlight filters through the glass panes of the bathing room. 

Eris was no stranger to family dysfunction. His father had been a monster, his mother a prisoner, and his brothers, with the exception of Lucien, were a product of hate and cruelty, always scheming to claw their way to the top. But now that Eris was High Lord, it gave him a chance to heal from the generational trauma passed down within the blood of the fox. He’d never thought about having children before, never had much time to consider the thought what with his navigating through the constantly changing political backdrop of the Autumn Court and his own volatile familial relations, but that was before he met you. 

With his ascension to the throne, the doubt and worries of siring his own brood faded away. Eris vowed to himself that he’d never be like his father. He’d love and protect his own children, just as he loved and protected you. All his immortal life, Eris was determined to be the father and husband that Beron could never be and now you were presenting him the chance to be a better male. To build a world where children weren’t viewed as pawns or bargaining chips, but as a reminder of the love that two people shared. The High Lord realizes in that moment that he wants nothing more than to start a family with you. 

“I want to start a family,” you whisper. “I know that neither one of us come from a particularly positive upbringing, but I think you would make a great father. You have taken care of this house, this court, for centuries and I know that you’d do the same for our future children.”

Silver lines your mate’s eyes. Eris could see it now - you full and pregnant with his child, as radiant and glowing as you always were, but with a life growing inside of you that he helped create. He’d teach his son or daughter to ride through the jewel toned forests, train them to wield the fire in their veins, tuck them in bed every night, chase after them with your hounds, protect them from every harm and spoil them rotten with love and affection. For the first time in a long time, Eris allowed himself to dream because he knew that you’d be there to see it through.

A love like yours deserved to be immortalized.

“It would be an honor and a pleasure to start a family with you, my love. You are my entire heart. Any children you bear me will be a living, breathing testament of our love. I wish to make my High Lady a mother more than anything else in this realm.”

You beam, kissing your mate in response. “Then put a baby in me, Eris.” 

Eris kisses you deeply, snaking his arms around your waist as he guides your hips over his lap.

“As my High Lady wishes.”

[velidewrites]

Eris “Believe what you want about me” Vanserra. My lord, I believe you are sexy as fuck

[separatist-apologist]

@velidewrites and @ladybriar and I were having a very normal, not unhinged conversation about High Lords/ACOTAR men and their breeding kink. Remember to take your pussy out of it when you read the CORRECT rankings

12. Azriel- afraid to hold a baby. Does not believe himself worthy. Breeding kink is there, but my man needs someone to hold HIM before he can think about holding a child

11. Jurian- 500 years as an eyeball will change a man.

10. Thesan- I just don't know enough about him to say yes/no. Gives of very strong "cool uncle" vibes? Feels child free to me, can't explain it. Less self-loathing than Azriel though, so.

9. Eris- Suspicious of small children. Would have them but its giving "oh shit oh god the condom broke" versus breeding, you know?

8. Tarquin- too busy advocating for equality to worry about being tied down. When the time is right, he tells reporters with a "fuck me" smile. Everyone in line. Me included.

7. Lucien- honestly stunned he DOESNT have a child. Not for lack of trying. Man gets around (all over spring courts border). Hoes in every area code. Likes breeding in theory- good sexy talk. Would absolutely panic if that test came back positive

6. Cassian- got real soft about Nesta holding baby Nyx. Wants to do it when the time is right. SEED was said so much in ACOSF it's hard not to think Cassian is talking about breeding when Nesta has her hands on the headboard

5. Tamlin- wanted children, probably still does. The beast thing just radiates breeding kink, I can't explain it. Also I won't.

4. Kallias- Daddy Winter you mean? 50 years UTM and his only goal was his MATE and getting her pregnant. Having children is hard? Not for him, he managed it in a YEAR. Goal oriented

3. Helion- Accidental pregnant. RADIATING breeding kink. Assuming he did it on his first try that year. Effortless. Immaculate. Virile.

2. Rhysand- Literally heard his mate say she was ready to have a baby and dedicated himself to the task. Unclear about ACOWAR-ACOSF timeline, all I know is Rhysand took it SERIOUSLY

Beron fucking Vanserra- SIX SONS? In a place that STRUGGLES to have ONE? Sorry. But in a more real way, I'm not. Why he wanted six sons, I can only guess given his eldest was utter perfection, but I digress. Is he a good dad? No, but that's not what this list is about. It's about breeding and Beron said bet

[thataintnolady]

This chapter is a little spicy so it's all under the cut.

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New Velaris, Old Vendettas

Chapter 9 | Interlude

[3700 words]

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Nesta stopped in front of Eris. “Is it later yet?”

“Yeah, I suppose it is.” It was later. They were alone. No chance of anybody walking in, thank fuck.

Nesta reached up and slid her fingers into his hair. She ruffled it back and forth for a moment, smirking. She undid a couple of buttons of his shirt, then stepped back, looking him over thoughtfully.

“What are you doing?”

“Turns out I have a thing for the sweetly dishevelled version of Eris Vanserra.”

He bent towards her, so his lips rested against the shell of her ear. “Come into the bedroom and I’ll let you dishevel me as much as you want,” he whispered.

Nesta shivered. He trailed soft kisses down the side of her neck to her shoulder.

“I wouldn’t have guessed you were the kind of man who kept things strictly to the bedroom,” she said, her voice low.

A grin of feral delight spread over Eris’s face. This woman. God damn.

“We can play wherever you like, Nesta. I just thought the bedroom might be more… relaxing. We’ve got all night, so I intend to take my time.” He heard her suck in a breath and started to slowly guide her backwards, steering her toward the main bedroom at the far end of the loft, the only part that was walled off rather than open plan.

“So?” he asked when they entered the bedroom. “If you don’t like it here, I’m happy for you to choose wherever else appeals.”

He watched Nesta take in his bedroom. Like the rest of the loft, it was decorated in a modern cabin style. There was a king bed, the wall space above which was dominated by an abstract painting in warm colours. There was a walk-in closet and an en suite bathroom with-

“Is that a jacuzzi in your bathroom?”

“It is. Why, do you want to get in?” he smirked.

“Oh my god. Yes, I actually do. Can we? I can’t believe you have a jacuzzi in your bathroom. And yet, I can. Of course you do,” she marvelled.

“It was here when I moved in Nesta, I didn’t go out of my way,” he said, amused. But he went in and turned on the taps.

As the jacuzzi filled, Eris walked back out to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked pointedly at Nesta.

“What?”

“You weren’t planning on getting in the jacuzzi fully clothed, were you?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, you want me to put on some kind of show for you here?”

“I will if you will.”

A slow smile spread across Nesta’s face. She lifted her blouse over her head, revealing a black bra with sheer panels and a complex arrangement of straps. She unzipped her skirt and slid it off, letting it drop to the floor at her feet, her eyes locked to Eris’s. The black panties she had on matched the bra. Her skin looked smooth as silk, her body softly curved. Eris swallowed. “Your turn,” she instructed.

He smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt, taking more time over it than was necessary. He shrugged it off his shoulders and unbuckled his belt. He was already hard. The hitch of Nesta’s breath when he’d kissed her neck was enough to start him off and the sight of her in her underwear had finished the job. When it came to Nesta, it really didn’t take much at all. He laughed for a second.

“What?” Nesta asked again.

“There’s really no sexy way for a man to take his shoes off, is there?” Eris asked.

Nesta laughed as well. “I suppose not.”

“Then let’s just get it over with and get in the jacuzzi.” He sat on the edge of the bed and took his shoes and socks off, throwing them in the general direction of the walk-in closet. Eris usually had tidy habits, but that was the last thing he cared about right now. He stood and unbuttoned his pants, stepped out of them and left them on the floor.

Nesta reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, then slid it off her arms. She let it dangle for a second before dropping it. Her breasts were as beautiful as Eris had imagined – not huge, but full and rounded, tipped with pink nipples peaked in the cool air. She hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties and slid them down, letting them slip down her legs before stepping out of them. She stood before him, naked except for her black heels, and raised her eyebrows.

Eris stripped off his boxer briefs, letting his erection spring free. Nesta’s eyes slid below his waist, then she met his gaze and held it. Eris had to hold himself back from lunging for her then and there, but he’d told her they had all night and he meant it. He gestured toward the bathroom. “After you, gorgeous.”

She kicked off her heels and sauntered toward it, seemingly not at all self conscious. But why would she be? The jacuzzi was set into the floor of the bathroom, so large it was only just reaching half filled. Eris didn’t use it often because he felt guilty to waste so much water. But for Nesta, he would gladly make an exception. She carefully walked down the steps and settled herself on the bench seat built into the side.

“Coming in?”

Eris did, sitting opposite her with his arms stretched along the edge of the jacuzzi. When the water was high enough, he switched on the jets. One came to life directly behind Nesta and she squealed, unprepared.

“That was uncalled for,” she said sternly, sliding over to his side and straddling his lap.

“Punish me as you see fit,” he offered.

She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him sweetly before sinking her teeth into his lower lip, hard enough that it was just on the edge of pain. Eris groaned his approval and pulled her closer, one arm around her waist and a hand at the back of her neck, keeping her mouth pressed to his. There were no chaste, tender kisses for them. Their tongues writhed together, both of them shameless with need.

Eris only broke the kiss when he knew he was in danger of gripping Nesta by the hips and thrusting into her then and there. Not yet, not yet. He wanted Nesta every bit as desperate for him as he was for her.

He pulled away, a lazy smile belying his ardor as leant his head back against the side of the jacuzzi. He looked Nesta over. The ends of her hair were wet where they had dangled in the water, and damp tendrils curled around her face. He ran a fingertip down one breast, then took the nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Nesta made a soft noise and he suckled at the nipple, listening to the way her breath caught. He loved the way she responded to his touch.

He slid a hand between her legs, trailing his fingers through her folds and smiling as she let out a little gasp and bucked her hips. The way his fingers slid against her skin told him she was wet from more than just the water. She began to move against his hand and he obliged her, teasing her clit with his fingertips and sucking gently at her neck.

When he heard her breathing starting to get faster, more erratic, he lifted her off his lap and spun her around, settling her in the position where he had been. She made a little noise of discontent, but he held a finger to his lips and winked before kneeling in front of her, the water reaching his upper chest. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her hips. She floated easily in the water, legs spread before him. The neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs was a shade darker than the hair on her head, and she was waxed bare below.

Eris kept one hand at her lower back and used the other to part her folds before lowering his head and licking a slow, lingering path from the entrance of her vagina up to her clit. Nesta moaned softly. The slightly salty taste of her was diluted by the water, but it undid him just the same. He pumped his tongue into her. She was slick and delicious. God, the things he was going to do to this woman. Nesta Archeron would not regret one second of this night, he vowed.

He made a seal around her clit with his lips and sucked at it, gently at first. As Nesta’s moans became louder, he sucked harder. She jerked her hips suddenly, throwing off her centre of gravity so that she slid under the water for a second. She came up spluttering, her hair wet.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Eris grabbed her around the waist.

“Yes,” she laughed. “Fuck, I – you’re intense. In a good way.”

Eris grinned. “Shall we take this back to the bedroom? I want to make you come, not drown you.”

“Promise?”

Nesta stood and twisted her hair, wringing water out of it. She walked up the steps and out of the jacuzzi. Eris followed and tossed her a fluffy white towel from a stack below the vanity. They dried off quickly and Nesta squeezed her hair in the towel until it only remained a little damp. When she was finished, Eris took the towel from her and threw it into a corner before picking her up and kissing her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then slid down slightly and angled her hips so the head of his cock nestled against the lips of her pussy. He groaned at the feel of her slick warmth. If she moved another inch-

He carried her back through to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She looked up at him and grinned.

“Where were we?” he asked, as he crawled up the bed and leaned over her.

Nesta pretended to think for a moment. “Prior to the near drowning? Why, I believe you were absolutely destroying me with that clever, filthy mouth of yours.”

“Mm, so I was. Shall we revisit that, then?”

“Fuck yes.”

Eris smiled and spread her legs roughly, settling between her thighs. He slid a fingertip into her entrance, capturing the wetness there before trailing it up to her clit. He circled it gently. Nesta groaned, her thighs tensing. Eris lowered his mouth to her clit and slipped the finger into her. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue and the slippery, silken walls of her pussy gripped his finger as he flexed it inside her.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

“Who said you had to wait?” Nesta panted.

“Not until I have you coming all over my face first,” Eris said, his voice low and strained with need. Nesta whimpered, and he worked her clit faster, flicking his tongue over it as she writhed on the bed, her hands clutching at the rumpled bedsheets.

Eris slid another finger into her and sucked on her clit again, teasing it between his lips. Nesta groaned.

“Oh god, oh fuck! I-”

He felt her tense in her core, and knew she was close. He writhed his fingers inside her, working her clit mercilessly with his tongue. Nesta’s breath was coming in tight little gasps. She let out a moan that turned into a shout, and he felt the walls of her pussy grip and pulse as she tipped over the edge.

He stayed with her as she climaxed, his mouth latched onto her clit and his fingers working inside her, only slowing and then stopping as he felt her go limp, sated. He waited a few moments, then pressed a kiss to her clit and grinned when she bucked her hips and gasped at the overstimulation.

He withdrew his fingers and licked them as Nesta watched, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. He collapsed down next to her.

“I really like the way you come,” he whispered in her ear. “Show me again?”

She laughed incredulously. “Give me a minute, I’m still recovering.”

Eris reached over, lifting a lock of damp hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. Nesta smiled up at him, her eyes still glazed over with pleasure.

“I must look like a fucking wreck. Is my mascara all over my face after getting dunked?”

Eris lifted his head to check. It was smeared slightly, but in a sexy, coked-up-starlet-after-a-big-night way. “You still look perfectly delicious.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “The most shameless lies spill from that silver tongue of yours.”

He grinned and wiggled the tip of it at her. “You love this tongue and you know it.”

She rolled over onto her side, resting her head on one arm. “I do,” she confessed. “But I think it’s time to find out what you like.” She reached down and skimmed her palm over his cock, then curled her fingers around it, running the pad of her thumb gently over the head. “Mm, you’re hard as a rock.”

Eris shivered. “What do you expect, listening to you make those pretty little sounds for me?” he asked.

“Ah, so you like that?” Nesta nuzzled the curve of his ear, teasing it with her lips. “You like it when I… uhh…” she moaned softly, whispering into his ear. His cock twitched in her hand. “Mmm,” she groaned, with a soft whimpering sound. She worked her hand slowly up and down his length, her lips still at his ear. “Ohhhh. Uh!”

“Fuuuck,” Eris said through clenched teeth, his voice strained.

Nesta grinned. “Oh, you’re almost too easy,” she said gleefully. “I’d better stop that for now, I want to play with you a little longer yet.”

“Cruel, wanton woman,” Eris groaned, flopping onto his back. “I can’t help it if the sound of a woman’s pleasure does sinful things to me.”

Nesta moved to lie over him, the length of her body pressed to his, her head resting in the curve of his shoulder. “What else would you like me to whisper in your ear, Eris?” she asked, her voice low. “Would you like me to tell you about how, after that night in my office, I had to get myself off twice before I could even sleep?”

Eris had done exactly the same, he remembered. Half delirious with exhaustion, he still hadn’t been able to rest for the thoughts of Nesta in his head and the rush of blood in his veins. “Yeah?” he said, his voice more even than he expected. “And what were you thinking of while you touched yourself?”

Nesta licked his neck, and wiggled her hips a little so his cock bumped against her ass. “You,” she whispered. “How it would feel to have you inside me.” She nipped at his collarbone. “You had me so wet and needy, Eris. I would have devoured you and gone back for more. I would have let you bend me over my own desk and ruin me.”

Eris groaned. She tilted her hips back and he felt her wetness against his shaft. She licked the curve of his ear. “I was thinking about your cock,” she whispered. “What it would look like. I already knew it was big, I could feel it while you were kissing me.” Nesta began to rock her hips, sliding the wet folds of her pussy along the length of him. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Nesta,” he warned, panting. If she didn’t dial it down, he was going to come all over her when she’d barely touched him, like a horny teenager.

She hummed softly and slid down his body. “Look at it,” she said, running a finger along his shaft, the pale skin and blue veins. “So pretty. So sexy.” She dipped her head and took him into her mouth for a moment, sucking gently. He groaned as her tongue slid around the head of his cock. She would be the death of him. “You taste like me,” she said, releasing him.

She slipped a hand between his legs, cupping his balls in her fingers. She let her fingernails graze them gently, which sent a sudden bolt of lighting through him. Then she gripped his cock again, sliding back down to whisper in his ear. “You make some pretty great noises too, you know,” she cooed. “I love the way you groan. I’m so fucking wet for you, Eris.” As she spoke, she pumped his cock.

“You feel so good,” she said. “Your skin. So silky, the hardness underneath. I want you in me so bad.”

“Nesta,” he begged.

“I just can’t decide what I want first,” she confessed. “Do I want to fuck you right now? Or get you off just like this, with my hand, so I can lick the cum off your cock?”

“Fuuuck…”

She kept going, stroking up and down his shaft. “Or maybe I should just suck it straight out of you,” she whispered. “Would you like to fuck my mouth, hmm? Would you like to watch me swallowing while you pump your cum down my throat?”

Eris jerked his hips involuntarily. Oh jesus he was going to-

Nesta abruptly stopped, letting go of his cock and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Eris’s eyes flew open. “What the fu-”

“Shh,” Nesta soothed in his ear. “You don’t mind if I edge you a little before you come, do you? I want it to be so good for you.”

Eris laid back, his chest heaving. “If I die tonight, please tell everyone it was worth it.”

Nesta laughed softly before moving to straddle him again. She leaned forward, so that their torsos were pressed together, her pussy hot and slick against his cock. She began to rock her hips – tiny movements, not for his pleasure but her own. Good. She could use him however she wanted, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

The head of his cock nudged against her clit. Nesta rolled her hips, her thighs tensing and relaxing with the movement. Eris stretched up to take her nipple in his mouth. He sucked at it and she moaned softly. He slid a hand between them so she could grind against his fingers as well as his cock, then released her nipple and laid back to watch her.

She sat up straighter, controlling the friction as she slid against him. God, she was so fucking wet. Even just rubbing against him, she felt incredible. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, breasts moving with the rhythm of her hips. He moved his finger to circle her clit and she bit her lower lip. She rode his hand for a minute, then grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. She slowed the pace of her movements.

The head of Eris’s cock was pressed against her entrance. It would only take one thrust upward and he would be inside her. He fought for self control.

“Does this feel good?” Nesta asked, sliding along his length and then grinding on him for a moment.

“Fuck. Yes,” Eris groaned. “You’re driving me wild.” He was so close again, already. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple.

Nesta stilled, seeming to have a sixth sense for how far to push him. She leaned down and licked the tender flesh at the side of his neck. “Breathe for a second,” she said in his ear. She rested her forehead against his for few moments, then pulled back a little to look at him. Whatever she saw in his face must have brought her to some kind of decision, because she tilted her hips back so that he was once again pressed into her wetness. But this time, she slowly sank down onto him.

Inch by inch, she took his cock inside her. The tight, slippery heat of her was intoxicating. Eris groaned softly, but didn’t move. He would let Nesta set the pace. When he was buried in her up to the hilt, she stilled for a few moments, breathing fast.

“You feel so damn good inside me,” she said, eyes closed. “So good.” She began to move, rocking her hips slightly, grinding her clit against him. Eris looked up at her as she rode him, her head tipped back, breasts bouncing slightly in time with her movements. What a fucking goddess.

She’d kept him edged for long enough that it didn’t take much before the pleasure was building and rolling over him in gentle waves. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. But Nesta wasn’t making it easy for him, rolling her hips and riding him harder. He clenched his teeth. Nesta moaned and he nearly lost it.

Her thighs tensed as she slid his cock almost all the way out and then slammed back down onto him, groaning as their bodies slapped together. Eris felt a tightening in his groin, his release building.

“I can’t-”

“I’m close,” she gasped.

She ground down onto his cock, rocking her hips hard against him. Eris felt the first wave of his climax slam into him and groaned as he spilled into Nesta. Through a haze of pleasure, he heard Nesta cry out as she found her own release. Thank god. Her pussy clenched around him, milking cum out of him, his whole body tensing and releasing with each wave.

Nesta collapsed forward onto him and he held her through the aftershocks. “I can still feel your cock twitching inside me,” Nesta whispered. “Fuck I love that.” Eris smiled. The dirty mouth on this woman was his absolute undoing.

Eventually Eris went to move. Nesta tensed. “Stay inside me a little longer. It’s nice.”

“Anything you want.”

[moononastring]

being the idiots they are, the vanserra brothers are bound to screw up something and majorly piss off their wives and I think iris and elain's reactions would be so hilarious cause they'd react so differently.. elain would be the type to say "you're sleeping on the couch mister, and no sex for you!" but then iris comes across as someone who'd say "you know what, fuck you! I'm gonna sex you up even more now, and you don't get to cum"

and while elain's walking around wearing nighties that have lucien running into a wall to keep himself from touching her and annoying her more, iris is probably saying "aw you wanna cuddle, ofc why not, lemme just run my ass into your dick and keep you hard the whole night" "oh he's got blue balls for the past 4 days, alright well I guess you've suffered enough" and then she'd just stop midway through sexy time and leave him even more frustrated (after she's finished ofc because he's the idiot being punished why should she suffer)

and then bonus hc all 4 of them meet for dinner the next week and the girls are laughing their asses off because "I can't believe this is the idiot I'd die for?" and then the guys are off having a heated discussion on which of their situation is worse -

Lucien - I'm going to die she hasn't let me touch her in over a week

Eris - trust me that's nothing compared to if she were touching you all. the. time. and leaving you hot and bothered

Lucien - look man atleast you're getting some, the last time I went this long without it was... I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WAS DENIED FOR THIS LONG

Eris - please I'd take iris not putting out over purposely having me wake up with blue balls on a Monday at 8 am

Iris - you do realize you're brothers right?

Elain - and you're discussing with surprizing detail you and your wives sex lives with each other?

This genuinely made me laugh because honestly...that's likely how it would go. Iris is merely following through on her "wife duties"???? It's not her fault she just happens to stop midway??? Elain suddenly feeling "shy" and must not let her husband know the feeling of her skin lest he think she's a harlot like him, you know??? what would her husband think if she simply let him touch her???

Iris 🤝Elain

uniting to cause their husbands stress and laughing about it.

[kingandfireheart]

4) Which character would you most like to hook up with?

25) Which character would you most like to fall in love with?

28) Thoughts on Fenrys and Connall?

31) Did you ship feylin in acotar or were you always side-eyeing it suspiciously?

33) Head canons for your otp!

34) Name a ship you hope ends like the titanic…

35) What do you think Feyre’s father is up to?

36) Do you forgive Nesta and Elain for how they treated Feyre?

37) Favorite morally grey character.

38) Favorite villain.

4) hook up? Azriel (see the AZ POV) or Rowan (seriously there was a moment in QOS when he went from hot to fucking sexy)

25) I’m already in love with Fenrys Moonbeam but I’d probably fall for Ruhn Danaan or Cassian easily

28) I’m in love with Fenrys. What happened to both him and Connall was terrible. I'm not sure what Connal said before he died was true, or just motivated by Maeve, but it was absolutely terrible.

31) I was incredibly spoiled when I read ACOTAR so I did not ship Feylin at all. I thought they had some cute moments (the starlight pool), but I knew about Rhys the whole time and have shipped them from the start

33) Oh man I have so many Nessian and Elorcan Headcanons, my current favorite is that Cassian learns to braid Nesta's hair

34) Ends like the titanic? So tragic death? I'm not wishing that on anyone other than Beron. I really want to see all the people currently being shipped (Mor, Emerie, Lucien, Elain, Azriel, Gwyn) happy.

35) I don't really believe in an afterlife, but Papa Archeron is in heaven looking down at his daughters, and realizing that even though he wasn't present, they all became strong women in their own way

36) Yes. They were teenagers, they were hurt, and they were scared. They've both apologized through their actions and words. Besides, Feyre forgave them, so who am I to judge?

37) Eris Vanserra, what is that mother fucker up to? and why is he the way he is?

38) Favorite Villain? SJM does a good job at making her villains morally reprehensible, so I don't have a favorite villain (seriously, Maeve, Erawan, Amarantha, Hybern, and Micah were terrible and deserved their deaths). Does Rhys count?