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surielstea · 1 month ago

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How about sugadaddy eris who wants to buy the world for you, and who goes crazy when you refuse, because you want a real relationship with him, but can't imagine how you survive with your small salary :(

All I Want is You

Pairing: Sugardaddy!Eris x Reader

Summary: Read request

Warnings: All fluff, a tinge of jealousy from Eris

A. Note: This writing slump is dragging my by the hair, pls request guys!!

2.8k words.

The soft chime of the café door echoed through the cozy space, and I didn't need to turn to know who it was. The faint, heady scent of smoke and cloves curled around me like a familiar embrace as I finished pouring the last bit of a perfectly brewed evening cup of coffee.

I turned just in time to see Eris shrugging off his winter coat, hanging it neatly on the rack by the door. His amber eyes found me instantly, a slow smirk curling his lips as he approached the counter. My heart, traitorous as ever, skipped at the sight of him, all sharp edges and commanding presence wrapped in a sleek, tailored suit.

"My favorite customer," I greeted, offering him a warm smile as he drummed his ringed fingers along the counter. The simple movement, elegant and deliberate, felt like a reminder of just how effortlessly he commanded attention.

"Your usual?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Please, love," he replied, his voice smooth as velvet. He glanced around the café, his gaze lingering on the subtle upgrades I'd made since his last visit—winter garlands, twinkling lights, and a fresh coat of paint.

I slid the steaming black coffee across the counter, accompanied by a neatly bagged blueberry scone. His favorite.

"You always spoil me," he murmured, eyeing the scone as he reached for his wallet.

I frowned, shaking my head. "Eris, you don't need to pay," I insisted, a soft chuckle escaping me. But he was already pulling out two large bills and sliding them into the tip jar, the gesture as infuriating as it was endearing.

"Eris!" I protested, crossing my arms.

"What?" He took a slow sip of his coffee, his molten gaze watching me from over the rim. The corners of his mouth twitched in amusement, daring me to argue further.

"You can't just—" I let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through my hair as I locked up the register.

His gaze softened. "You got the heater fixed? I thought the cost was too steep." He gestured toward the corner of the room where warmth now radiated comfortably.

I shrugged, avoiding his eyes. "Emlas helped me fix it."

The name of my co-worker made his jaw tighten, his fingers drumming once against the countertop before stilling. "If you'd let me help you, you wouldn't have to rely on anyone else." His tone was light, but the undercurrent of possessiveness sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned forward, somehow managing to loom over me despite the counter separating us.

"It's bad enough you're driving me around while my car's in the shop—which, no, you can't pay for either," I added quickly, cutting off whatever rebuttal was forming on his lips.

He only smirked, stepping closer. His lips hovered just above mine, and his voice dropped to a low murmur. "Just let me handle it, love."

My resolve wavered under the heat of his gaze, the warmth of his presence pressing against my frayed edges. "But I'd still be relying on you," I argued weakly, pushing off the counter and moving around it to regain some distance.

"I don't know how else to show you how much I love you," he shot back, his smirk widening. "Just let me, please."

Ignoring him, I grabbed the bills from the tip jar and marched back to him. "I'm serious, Eris," I said, forcing the cash into his hands. "I don't want your money."

"You already have it, though," he murmured, holding the money loosely in his fingers, his gaze dropping to mine. "What's mine is yours, and what's yours is yours."

"Eris," I groaned, shaking my head. "I don't want what's yours. I just want you."

His amber eyes flickered, something raw and unguarded crossing his face for the briefest moment before he spoke again. "You have me," he said, his voice quiet but firm as if it were an unshakable truth. His hand came up to cup my cheek, tilting my head back so I couldn't look away. "So why won't you just let me give you everything?"

"Because..." My voice faltered, and I swallowed hard before continuing. "Because I need to know you'll still love me if I have nothing."

His brows furrowed, and then he exhaled a quiet laugh, the sound low and warm. "My girl," he whispered, leaning down and brushing his lips against mine in a featherlight kiss, tender and deliberate. "Of course I will."

My cheeks flushed as he pulled back, his molten gaze drinking in my flustered expression. "But I hate seeing you so stressed," he murmured, his hands sliding to my waist. "Let me take care of it."

I opened my mouth to protest again, but he was faster, slipping the bills into my back pocket with a smirk. "Eris!" I scolded, but his free hand slid into my other pocket, his fingers curling around the curve of my ass to keep me close.

"It's more for me than you," he teased, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'll feel better knowing you don't have to shoulder everything alone."

I sighed, leaning into him despite myself, his warmth chasing away the chill that had lingered all day. "You never give up," I muttered, burying my face against his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath my cheek, grounding me in a way that nothing else could.

"And you love me for it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. "Now, let me take you home where I can spoil you properly."

I huffed, my arms tightening around his waist. "Fine, but no more money."

"Then what is it you want?" He replied, his chuckle vibrating against me.

"A warm meal, and possibly a glass of wine. It's been a long day." I say through a long breath. "And maybe some cuddling too—" I add, smiling up at him but his teasing smirk makes me half.

"Look at you, askin' for what you want."

"Don't push it, Vanserra." I huff, moving away from him and fetching my jacket from the rack and bundling myself in it—a jacket Eris had bought me as a winter present, I told him seasonal presents weren't a thing, but he persisted in one every time the leaves changed.

He grabbed his coffee and scone off the counter then followed me outside into the frigid air, waiting for me in the cold as I locked the doors to the cafe.

His car—a sleek, obsidian-black luxury sedan—was parked right outside, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the streetlights. He'd insisted on picking me up tonight, even though I'd told him it wasn't necessary and that I could walk the half mile. But he got his way in the end.

He opened the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman. "Your chariot awaits, love," he teased, gesturing for me to step in with an exaggerated bow.

I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide my smile as I slid into the warm, leather seat. The interior smelled faintly of him—with the faintest hint of something woodsy. It was both intoxicating and familiar.

As he slid into the driver's seat and started the car, he reached over, ringed fingers placing themselves over my leg, tracing shapes along my inner thigh. "You know, you're setting the bar ridiculously high for yourself," I said, buckling my seatbelt.

"Good." He glanced at me, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "I'd hate for you to think you deserve anything less."

I shook my head, but the warmth in my chest was undeniable. "You know I'm perfectly happy with less."

"Which is precisely why you deserve more," he countered, pulling out onto the quiet street. The city lights blurred past the windows, their glow soft against the dark sky.

Eris turned the car down the winding driveway to our home, the snow-covered pines lining the path like sentinels guarding some secret, magical retreat. His thumb tapped against the leather of the steering wheel, a nervous habit he likely thought I didn't notice.

"You know, I still think you're compensating for something with this car," I teased, breaking the silence as I sank into the heated seat.

His lips quirked up in that signature smirk, his amber eyes glancing at me briefly before returning to the road. "And here I thought you liked the car."

"I like it," I admitted, propping my elbow on the door and resting my chin in my hand. "I just think it screams Eris Vanserra: Look at me, I'm loaded."

He chuckled, the sound rich and familiar. "You think people need a car to know that?"

I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Fair point."

The driveway opened up, and the sprawling estate came into view. Snow blanketed the grounds, the glow of the house's lights spilling out like a beacon. It was a sight I'd grown used to, but it still managed to take my breath away sometimes.

Eris parked the car and stepped out, rounding to my side to open my door before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt. I raised a brow at him as I stepped out. "You're really laying it on thick tonight, aren't you?"

He didn't respond, just placed a hand on the small of my back and guided me toward the house. God, how his brothers would tear him to shreds if they could see him like this.

Inside, the warmth hit me immediately, the fire in the living room crackling softly. I shrugged out of my coat, handing it to him without a second thought as I kicked off my boots, left them by the door, and headed toward the kitchen.

"Wine or tea?" I called over my shoulder, knowing full well he likely left his coffee in the car.

"You," he replied smoothly, appearing in the kitchen doorway with a smirk that made my cheeks heat.

I groaned, shaking my head as I reached for a bottle of red wine. "You're so cheesy."

"And yet, here we are."

I poured two glasses and handed him one, leaning against the counter as I sipped mine. He stood across from me, watching me like I was the only thing that existed in the room, wine untouched.

"What?" I asked, arching a brow.

"Just admiring," he said, his tone casual but his gaze anything but.

I rolled my eyes, pushing off the counter and heading toward the living room. "Come on, love. You can admire me from the couch."

He followed, settling beside me on the plush sofa. The firelight danced across his features, casting shadows that only seemed to enhance the sharp angles of his face. I tucked my legs beneath me, sipping my wine as I stared into the flames.

"I don't get you," he said suddenly, his voice soft.

I glanced at him, tilting my head. "What do you mean?"

"You're sitting in this house—a house most people would dream of—drinking wine from my family's personal vineyard, and yet..." He trailed off, his gaze dropping to the glass in his hands. "You don't care about any of it."

"Of course, I don't," I said, setting my glass on the table and turning to face him. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Eris. I didn't fall in love with your house or your car or your money. I fell in love with you."

He looked at me then, and for a moment, I saw past the confident, sharp-tongued lord and into the man who still doubted whether he deserved to be loved for who he was.

"I know," he said quietly. "But I wish you'd let me show you how much you mean to me."

"You already do," I replied, reaching out to take his hand. His fingers threaded through mine automatically, his touch warm and grounding.

"Not enough," he murmured, his gaze searching mine.

I squeezed his hand, leaning closer. "Eris. You don't have to prove anything to me. I see you. I know you. That's enough for me."

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't argue. Instead, he lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. "You deserve everything, love," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

I flipped over, throwing my leg over his hips and straddling his lap. "I already have everything," I murmured, my free hand coming to cup his jaw.

He smiled faintly, pulling me closer. "You're so cheesy, you know that?"

"Learned from the best," I teased, earning a low chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

And at that moment, as the fire crackled and the snow fell quietly outside, I knew that no matter how much Eris wanted to give me, the only thing I'd ever need was him.

Eris shifted on the couch, pulling me closer until I was practically lying on top of him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my lower back, exposed by the riding up of my shirt. The soft crackle of the fire filled the silence, and I couldn't help but smile as his chin came to rest on the top of my head.

"You're in a particularly clingy mood tonight," I teased, resting my hand on his chest. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath my palm, grounding and soothing all at once.

"Am I not allowed to hold my favorite person in the world?" he countered, the faintest hint of a pout in his tone.

I laughed softly, tilting my head to look up at him. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Cute?" His brows shot up, his expression full of mock offense. "Darling, I am many things, but cute is not one of them."

"Oh, you're definitely cute," I said, grinning as I reached up to trace the strong line of his jaw. "Especially when you do that little pouty thing when you don't get your way."

He narrowed his eyes at me, but there was no real heat in his gaze. "Don't be ridiculous, I always get my way."

"Is that right?" I asked innocently, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw.

His breath hitched, and I smiled against his skin, satisfied that I could still fluster him after all this time. "Love," he murmured, his voice lower now, raspier.

I pulled back, settling into his embrace once more. "Hm?"

"I know what you're doing," he said with a soft laugh, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

We sat like that for a while, the warmth of the fire and his arms lulling me into a content haze. His hand slid up beneath my shirt, his touch so natural and familiar it made my chest ache with affection.

I knew it was hard for him to show admiration after growing up in the same house as his father, knew the only way he thought he was worthy of me was if he bought that love, like he's always done, but I wasn't interested in anything else except him and seeming him smile, which coincidently happens the most when I let him buy me things. It was hard to show my gratitude when I was denying him every time.

"You're thinking too hard," he said after a while, his lips brushing against my temple.

"Am not," I mumbled, though I wasn't entirely convincing.

He hummed, clearly not believing me. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

I hesitated, not because I didn't want to tell him, but because I wasn't sure how to put it into words. Eventually, I settled on the simplest truth. "I just really love you, Eris."

His grip on me tightened slightly, and when I looked up at him, his expression was softer than I'd ever seen it. "I love you, too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than I think I'll ever be able to show you."

"You don't have to show me," I said, smiling as I leaned up to kiss him. "I already know."

He kissed me back, slow and sweet, like we had all the time in the world. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his thumb brushing over my cheek.

"You're my everything, you know that?" he murmured.

"You've mentioned it a few times," I teased, though my voice was thick with emotion.

He smiled, pressing another kiss to my lips before pulling me back against his chest. "Good. I'll keep saying it until you believe me."

"I already do," I whispered, closing my eyes and letting myself relax fully into him.

And as we sat there, wrapped up in each other, I realized there was no place I'd rather be than here, in his arms, with nothing but love between us.

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tadpolesonalgae · 7 months ago

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Sugar Daddy Azriel - drabble?

a/n: so, I have one or two requests in my inbox relating to this sort of dynamic--one I've never written before--so we're doing a test run with Azzie (since obviously they're all feysand-related)

Also I haven’t proofread this so apologies

warnings: uhhh dom/sub dynamics, sugar baby/sugar daddy-ish vibes, no use of Daddy but occasional use of Sir, oral (m receiving), I think we're getting bit of soft Dom Az in this, reader is a reader

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You jolt in surprise when you find him sat at the edge of your large bed, one he'd had made especially to accommodate him and his wingspan. "Evening, pretty lady," Azriel drawls, a playful smirk curving his mouth as hazel eyes trail your form.

You're wrapped in a red, blue, white, and dark green, horizontally-striped jumper that comes down to the tops of your thighs. It's baggy and has a wide neckline, showing off the line of your collar bones as it sits at the edge of your shoulders. Beneath are a pair of soft, navy shorts that only peek out from the hem of the jumper when you lift your arms a significant height, feet clad in thick socks that rise halfway up your calves, full and fluffy, and partially concealed by the chunky dark-blue slippers he'd bought you last solecist.

"Azriel?" You question, smiling despite knowing how odd it is that this is your kind of relationship - with him just appearing at intervals inside your home. Often with Things in tow. "What are you doing here?" You already know what he's doing here, or can at least guess from the black paper bag leaning against his side, printed with that distinctive white and gold monogram on the parchment.

Sure enough his hazel eyes glint, inclining his chin. "I think you know what."

"Mhmm? You got me something?"

"Maybe. Come closer. You can find out."

Your smile widens with fondness as you make your way across the rug you'd had imported from the continent, pausing between his long legs, a shiver of pleasure purring up your spine as he lays his broad palms around your waist, squeezing lightly with his thumbs as they stroke your sides. "Want to take a look, pretty thing?"

"Hmm? No viewing fee?"

"I'm feeling generous."

"Mhmm. Not at all keeping the mischief for later, no sir." He huffs a laugh, before nodding to the bag. "Just take a look."

Inquisitively you slide your fingers between the two trifolds, spreading them to peer inside. Your brows narrow, spotting the thick width of a book, but when you reach to pull it out a cool shadows slinks around your wrist, and he tuts. "I don't think I said you could touch, did I?" A smile curves your mouth, eyes bright and twinkling as you retract from the bag, turning your attention rightfully to him. "And what do I have to do to get my hands on it, sir?"

He scoffs. "You've done this more than a dozen times for me. You know what to do."

"But I want you to tell me," you murmur, lips still curved as heat simmers between your thighs. Azriel's mouth quirks to reflect your pleased expression, hand sliding upward. "Yeah? You want me to give you some orders to follow?" His thick fingers hold your throat carefully, flexing once so you can feel as he lays each digit to your skin. "On your knees, pretty thing."

"There's the Dom I know and love," you whisper against his mouth, before settling into position between his legs. Azriel chuckles softly, "you want a Dom tonight? Have you been good?"

"Perfect," you murmur, fingers already greedily untying the laces of his leathers. "I've been the best."

"The best?"

"Mhmm."

"Have you touched yourself?" You shake your head, halting once you've got his laces out of the way, waiting for the instructions. "Have you wanted to?" You nod, enjoying the heat of arousal that flushes your skin. Azriel raises a brow, his fingers stroking over your hair before lightly taking a section in his fist. "What were you doing when thinking about it?"

"Reading..."

He smirks. "Of course you were."

Arousal intensifies, but you continue to wait patiently, adhering to the unspoken rules. Azriel parts his thighs, lightly tugging on your hair to tilt your face upward. "Tell me why you wanted to touch yourself, pretty thing." You flush, teeth dragging over your lower lip before answering. "There was a scene, sir..." Azriel quirks a brow, a hint of a smirk at the corner of his lovely mouth. "A scene?" You nod your head, glancing briefly between his legs, un-wanting and unwilling to hide your hunger. "Eyes up here," he warns, bringing your gaze to his, "what scene?"

"I wanted to watch you read it," you admit, "to share it with you..."

"How sweet of you," he drawls.

"I thought you might like the ropes..."

Azriel chuckles, the deep noise licking between your thighs that you squeeze together. "My smart little reader's been nosing at some dirty things, hasn't she?"

"You'll like them, too," you argue playfully.

"Oh, filthy then."

You flush deeply, silently begging for him to give you the okay. His mouth curves and stark relief floods your system. "Open." He orders, and your lips part on command. His answering smirk would have had your underwear dropping to the floor had you been standing. "Be good," he goads, shadows pulling himself free as he carefully wraps your hair around his fist--for guidance.

You tighten around nothing as he pulls you forward, tapping his leaking tip against your lower lip teasingly, smearing the precum that had gathered there in a glossy mess, liking how it gleams on your mouth before slowly feeding you his cock. Moans are already aching to spill from your throat, but you have the feeling even if you allowed yourself to his cock would muffle them significantly. He's so big.

"There you go. Good girl," he praises, dragging you back by your hair, groaning when your tongue flicks out to deliver a small lick to a spot just at the underside oh his head. "Wicked girl," he amends, the groan hungry and guttural and not helping the gathering wetness in your underwear.

Azriel's mouth curves when he pushes you back down to his base, gently guiding your movements: up...and down...up...and down. "So filthy beneath that pretty exterior, aren't you?" He huffs a laugh that tails into a groan when you do something hot with your tongue. "Fuck. Not a single soul would look at my lovely little reader and think she'd be like this. So sweet on your outside, aren't you?"

Sweet on the inside, too, your eyes say when you suckle his tip, lapping up the leaking precum eagerly. Azriel grits his teeth, his breathing deepening and a flush colouring his cheeks...one that makes you want give him more. He twitches in your mouth, and you take him down your throat eagerly, an arm curving beneath his thigh to place your hand on his hip, wanting to touch more of him.

His wings shift on the bed, flaring wide then tucking in tight, his grip tightening in your hair as he bucks his hips, knowing you can take it. Scarred fingers graze your scalp, thumb stroking across your hair encouragingly, sensing the peak isn't far off now. "Gods, so sweet and filthy. And mine." He laughs when you whimper onto the thick length of his cock. "Yeah? You're all mine, aren't you? My lovely, sweet, thing."

You practically purr when he releases in your mouth, tongue swirling and mixing with his cum, a thrum of biological satisfaction shimmering through your body with sheer pleasure. He pulls tentatively at your hair, asking you to pull away, and you happily obey, keeping your mouth open and sliding your eyes shut as he finishes on your face. A growl rumbles from the back of his throat, panting with flushed skin as he looks down at you, thumb swiping at some of the milky liquid, chuckling when you lift from the ground to take it into your mouth, tongue eagerly licking over the pad.

He pulls you to straddle his lap, and you shiver as he kisses your face, cleaning you up of the mess he's made, occasionally gathering more on his fingers and letting you feed from it.

"Was I good, Azzie?" You murmur, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders--shoulders you've been thrown over more than a few times--curving your spine so your breasts push into his chest, soft and full. "So good, pretty thing," he whispers, lips curving as he plies the hem of your striped jumper down one side of your arm so he can lick and suck marks into you, trailing his way up to a space below your jaw, beneath your ear. "I think you earned yourself something extra."

"Something extra...?" His hand slides from your waist to your ass, pulling away lightly to glance down at your bare thighs, "are you even wearing shorts?"

"They've ridden up my legs," you argue, pulling the hem of your jumper higher to show the navy cloth. "I wouldn't have minded..." he drawls, hazel eyes flicking to yours as his hand slides beneath their waistband, squeezing your ass appreciatively, making you squeal and curve into him, laughing. "You're the filthy one, Az. Not me."

"Mhmm? So you weren't reading those books before you fell in with me?"

"I was..." you reply primly. Your thighs part wider, able to feel him against your centre. "I couldn't let you do all the corrupting."

"Uh-huh. Well, maybe what's in the bag will help with that."

"Can I touch now?" You smirk, clearly taunting him. Azriel grins, his eyes glinting. "Keep up with that attitude," he goads. "I'm sure it will land you in a good place."

You roll your hips to his. "Underneath you?"

"Keep it up and you'll find out." He lands a hard spank to your ass, smirking when you gasp, before nodding to the bag. "Take a look, princess."

You flush at the pet name, pulling the bag between you and pulling free the book. Your eyes nearly shoot out of your head, cheeks ablaze as you scan the bespoke design--the gold-threaded title catching your attention almost immediately. It's the dirtiest (and favourite) book you've ever read. You splutter, staring at him. "Wh- How?"

"Spymaster perks."

"That doesn't answer anything!" He smirks when you shoot him a suspicious glance. "Alright," he relents, "Helion has particular connections."

You shake your head. "That still doesn't answer anything."

Azriel smiles faintly. "Do you like it, though?"

That certainly gets you grinning, holding the thick book in your hands, tilting it back and forth so the thread catches in the light, glinting decadently. "Of course I like it," you mumble, flipping the book to trail your fingers admiringly down the ridges of the spine. "I love it." You glance up, meeting softened hazel eyes. "That's why you got it though, isn't it."

"Maybe I like seeing you contented."

"Maybe I like seeing you coming."

Azriel chokes on a laugh, large palm sliding beneath your jumper to stroke across the bare expanse of your back, hand shifting so his fingers wrap around your ribs, grazing the underside of your breast. "Maybe the feeling's mutual," he murmurs over your lips, and you feel yourself beginning to melt as his mouth slants over your own, his taste still prominent in both of you.

When he pulls away, he pushes hair from your cheek that had fallen from its place behind your ear. Your heart skips, and then you're opening the book, swiftly scanning the pages until you find the right passage. "As a thank you from me, and a reward from you..." You flip the book around, pointing to the section. "Can we try this, next?"

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