#eris x reader smut
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You're Mine (Eris Vanserra x Reader)
Summary// After leaving Eris behind to fulfill your parents' desire for marriage, knowing the two of you could never be, you did your best to move on. It had been five years, and you were finally starting to settle into your life with your husband when a late-night visitor brought back feelings you thought you had long since buried.
(This idea has burrowed its way into my head and won’t leave anytime soon, so I’m dragging you all into this with me. I hope you like it <3 It's been awhile since I've wrote anything so if you have any critiques or opinions, please let me know!)
WARNINGS: Smut, Fertility Issues, Verbal Abuse (Spouse), Physical Abuse (Spouse) (A slap but nothing more), Possessive!Eris, Jealous!Eris, Cheating, Breeding Kink, Spanking
Five Years Ago
“Mother, please!” You beg, tears streaking down your hot cheeks as she gives you a look full of pity. It was a useless cause to try to convince your father against this arrangement, but your mother… she used to be a dreamer like you. She once thought of running away with a prince, of living happily ever after, so why wouldn’t she give you the same chance?
“Darling, please, collect yourself.” She urges, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards her. “Pierre will be here any moment with his family. They cannot see you like this.”
“They don’t have to! You could sneak me out the back, let me run away with-” You begin only to flinch when she grabs your face roughly, her eyes shining with a strange mixture of anger and agony.
“With you, Y/N? With Eris?” She hisses, eyebrows furrowing together. “He is the heir to the Court. He will never choose you. He cannot. He will go with whichever maiden secures more political power, and that is not you.”
Your lower lip trembles as her words cut through you like hot steel. They settle in your soul, trying to burn out any hope you might have, and yet you persist.
“No, Mother, you don’t understand. I love him. He loves me. We’ve been courting for months, dancing together and strolling through the gardens. Hells, he gave me this!” You gesture to the ruby necklace resting above your collarbone, wrapped in a gold band that resembles a fox’s tail. “Everyone has seen us together. His family, my family, does that mean nothing?”
She stares at you for a moment, her mouth turning downwards as her fury fades into sorrow. You swallow, trying to get the lump in your throat to disappear as the silence stretches on, but it refuses.
“My darling girl,” She coos, her hands now cupping your cheeks. “One’s first love is something special, an experience worth remembering, but it is one that is never meant to last. He has his duties, as do you. It was never meant to be.”
The realization of the situation hits you in waves of denial, anger, and agony. It makes your head swim, and your stomach lurch as you try desperately to find anything to keep you afloat.
“What if he does choose me, though? What if his parents see me as he does? Someone who makes him smile and laugh, who treats him well. If you could just let me speak with him one more time, keep Pierre and his father busy, I only need an hour.” You try to bargain with her, placing your hands over her own. She goes to respond, your hope hanging by a thread, only for your father’s voice to rise above the two of you.
“He has moved on, Y/N.” He sighs, clearly exasperated by your antics. “Beron has told us about Eris’s betrothed. It’s been arranged since birth. It is time for you to do the same.”
“But if he knew, why would he fall in love with me? I know what I saw, I know what I felt.” You press, wrapping your arms around yourself as your father’s jaw clenches. “He wouldn’t do that to me.”
“You don’t think he would?” His scowl deepens as he glances at your mother over your shoulder before fishing for something in his coat pocket, ignoring his wife as she begins to protest. “Read this.”
“What is it?” You ask.
“Just read it.” He pushes the parchment into your hand, rolling his eyes.
Your fingers tremble as you glance at the letter, noticing Eris’s penmanship immediately. The words seem to blur together towards the end, but you realize it isn’t due to his writing but your tears. One of them splashes on the paper, staining it immediately as his voice echoes in your mind.
I regret to inform you of the ending of our courtship, effective immediately. Please know this is through not fault of your own. You were a wonderful experience. I should not have led you on, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Even though I am the least deserving of it.
Yours,
Eris Vanserra
A loud sound echoed off the walls, and it wasn’t until your knees hit the floor that you realized it had come from you. You felt the world collapsing in, your dreams fading with each heartbeat as your worst fear came true. Your parents watched, one with sympathy and one with indifference, as you came to grips with reality.
The silence after was choking you as the paper lay taunting you, his signature ingrained in your brain as a loud knock was heard from the front. Soft hands gingerly picked you up as your father’s footsteps led to the door, his voice booming as he greeted Pierre.
“Come now, Y/N,” She shushes you, brushing your tears away with a mother’s softness. “I know it hurts, but in time, it will fade, and you will find happiness with Pierre and your future family.”
“I cannot imagine feeling anything other than this, Mama.” You murmur, numbness starting to spread throughout your body as she smiles sadly and kisses your forehead.
“You will, sweet girl.” She assures you, pinching your cheeks to bring some color back as Pierre draws closer.
“How do you know?” Your gaze raises to meet hers, searching.
She chuckles, though you know it is without humor, watching as she seems to drift far away for a moment before the sounds of your father's throat clearing behind you brings her back.
Her arms pull you into a tight hug as she whispers into your ear, “Because I did.”
Present Day
From your wedding day to now, you have been desperately searching for the happiness your mom said would come. You threw everything into your relationship, forcing Eris into the darkest crevices of your heart so that you could move on. Pierre wasn’t an awful man. He was kind and generous, always concerned about your feelings and ensuring you were cared for.
He knew about your past with Eris and never pushed you but soothed you like a balm to your soul. Your love for Pierre was different, but it was there; you just needed something more. However, you knew better than to dream of it. You could be happy with him, will be happy with him.
Eris had made it very clear that he did not intend to return for you. He hadn’t even had the courage to come to your wedding nor send you any well wishes. You had seen him since, of course, but he always did his best to avoid you. If you did happen to catch his gaze during a dinner or ball, his eyes were always full of anger.
It was in your best interest to forget all about him.
You were torn from your thoughts as the front door opened, your husband poking his head around to look for you. A soft smile pulls at your lips effortlessly, rising up to greet him, only to stall when you see how angry he is.
“Pierre, what is it?” You ask, forehead creasing as he all but slams a letter he had been holding onto the dining table.
“The new high lord,” He scowls, jaw clenching. “He is asking myself and the other merchants to travel across Prythian to secure new deals or else forfeit our titles.”
New high lord?
“Beron is dead?” You whisper, grasping the edge of the table. “How did he…who did…was it…?”
“Eris, yes, the treasonous snake,” Pierre grunts, raising his eyes to you. “It apparently happened overnight, and he is already throwing everything out. I knew he was a bastard, but to-”
“He is not a bastard,” You say before you can catch yourself, your mind screaming at you for rushing to his defense. You owe him nothing—no loyalty, no love, nothing. So why did you speak?
The air in the room seemed to change as he cocks his head, his eyes darkening dangerously. You feel the hairs on your neck raise as you step back, trying to put distance between you. However, Pierre doesn’t hesitate to follow you as the letter is now crumpled in his fist.
“I knew it.” He snaps, nostrils flaring as he grabs your arm and yanks you to him. You let out a small yelp, trying to push against him, but he doesn’t yield. “I’ve given you everything you could ever want. I’ve built you this home, this life when I could’ve treated you like filth.”
“Pierre, please, let go,” Your voice is a whimper as his grasp tightens. “You’re hurting me.”
“Me? Hurting you?” His laugh echoes off the walls, one of his hands running hastily through his hair. “Don’t act like you don’t deserve it. I’ve put up with this teenage moping for five fucking years. I’ve played the part of the gentleman, the family man, and you still can’t get over him. Pathetic doesn’t even begin to cover what you are.”
Tears fall down your face as you sob, finally gaining the strength to rip your arm away as he turns and punches a hole into the wall beside him. You cannot stop yourself from trembling as his shoulders shake with fury, his breath coming in short pants.
“Do you know what they all tell me? Our friends and family?” Pierre asks, closing his eyes. “They tell me how sorry they are for me. How much they pity me. They’ve even suggested taking a whore on the side, so at least that way I could secure an heir.”
The last sentence strikes deep, one of your hands resting on your lower stomach as he gives you a mocking laugh. You had been trying to have a child for a while now. Under the care of a midwife, you had been drinking the teas, reducing your stress, and month after month, you failed. Pierre had been there for you throughout it, promising you that it was not your fault, and for him now to throw it back in your face…it made you sick.
“Y-you told me that it was okay, that these things take time. Going into this marriage, you knew what I had been through and who my former lover was, and you said it was fine.” You hate how your voice trembles as you keep your eyes on the floor. “I thought you understood me, that you could see I was finally starting to heal, but was it all a lie? Have I been sleeping next to someone who I do not know?”
He watches you momentarily, taking in how meek you look and the tears that now stain your face. Footsteps fill the silence and stop once you see his feet, a soft hand coming to cup your chin and force you to look up.
Pierre was there in body but not in mind. The eyes that once held so much comfort were now empty, the smile now a scowl, and his touch burning rather than soothing. He turned your face from side to side, mesmerizing your beauty before smirking.
“I guess that’s two men who’ve used you now, huh?”
You don’t register the slap you gave him until you see his pupils dilate, your eyes widening in fear as your palm begins to burn from the contact. He snarls at you, and before you can apologize or scream, you aren’t sure which one, he backhands you and sends you spiraling to the floor.
“I’ll be back in the morning, don’t wait up.” He calls over his shoulder, straightening his jacket before he walks out the door without even a glance at your crumpled body.
It takes longer than you’d like to admit to collect yourself off the floor, your face red-hot even though you know you have already healed. He hit you. He yelled at you, belittled you, and then slapped you as if it were nothing. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Your hands dig into the wood of the table as you pull yourself up, hating how weak you feel as you cry. This wouldn't have happened if you had kept your mouth shut. Why did you even say anything? After all this time, why did you feel you still needed to speak up for the man who deserted you?
“Fuck!” You scream as your sadness turns to rage, grabbing a nearby vase and hurling it at the wall. It instantly shatters and clatters to the floor, flower petals scattering everywhere with the glass shards.
It doesn’t make you feel better. So you throw another vase and another, and then a portrait until the room looks like a tornado ripped through it. But nothing is working to fill the hole in your chest that was just violently ripped open once again.
A clock nearby chimes out twelve times, and you blink as you realize how much time has passed. Your adrenaline leaves your body quickly as exhaustion takes place, and your eyes glare at the front door one last time before you start heading up the stairs.
However, as your foot hits the first step, a loud knocking startles you. At first, you think it’s Pierre, drunk and probably without a key, but then you hear a voice. A voice that has haunted your dreams for five years.
“Y/N? Y/N, open the door. I know you are in there.”
It can’t be…
You tiptoe to the door, your heart racing as you stare down at the knob. What should you do? Why was he here? What did he want? Should you even let him in? The consequences could be deadly, especially after what he had done just last night to his own father, but your heart was winning over your head right now.
“Please, my love, let me in.”
Your hand grasps the knob and turns it before you can stop yourself, the door opening to reveal Eris.
He looks the same, damn him. His red hair was tied back in a half-up style, the rest falling over his slender shoulders covered in a thick, dark green coat. Eris’s eyes, the color of molten amber, met yours with a ferocity that made your breath catch. Your stomach fills with butterflies as the night air caresses your skin, whispering long-forgotten memories that send your heart fluttering.
“Eris…” you whisper, your voice tight with emotion. Whatever spell had taken over the two of you broke as you said his name. His hands came up to grasp your face as he pulled you in and kissed you, lips molding to yours as if they had never told you goodbye.
And, cauldron help you, you kiss him back just as fiercely. You had thought about seeing him again more often than you care to admit, about how you would scream at him for what he did to you or prove to him you were better off without him. But once again, your heart craves what your mind desperately tries to discard.
It’s only when your back hits the wall of the foyer that you pull away, gasping for air as you shove him back. He blinks, dumbfounded, and goes for you again, but you shake your head and slap his hands away, gaze hot as years of resentment flood your veins.
“How dare you come into my home and kiss me like that after all you did.” You seethe, teeth clenching as he regards you like a caged predator. “You can’t just show up and do that! You can’t come in here and ruin my marriage, my life like you have any ownership of me.”
“I don’t think I was the one to ruin your marriage, little fox.” Eris replies smoothly, standing straight and giving a pointed look behind you to the mess of a dining room.
“Don’t call me that.” You snarl, wrapping your arms around your body for comfort. “You need to leave. Now.”
“I won’t,” He states, looking you over. “I’ve defeated my father. I’m rebuilding the court and our reputation, gutting it from the inside out. I’m here to collect the last thing I need.”
Your brain goes fuzzy as he stretches out his hand, waiting for you to fall into his arms as if the past were not there. As if his letter and necklace weren’t still tucked away in a drawer by your bed. No matter how badly you missed and yearned for him, you couldn’t forgive him that easily.
“You led me on for years,” You say softly, your voice numb as you take another step back. “You courted me as if you cared. You made me believe we were real, that we would be together forever. Do you think I could just forgive and forget that after you left me with only a letter for an explanation?”
“I thought you were smarter than that.” Eris sighs and clenches his jaw, running a hand down his face as he closes the front door.
“Excuse me? Get the-”
“I didn’t write that letter, Y/N.” He interrupts you, coming to stand in front of you in just two short steps. “My father forced me. And yours, for that matter. I would never let you go. It was only under threat of your own harm that I chose to obey, but I swore to myself that as soon as I took control, I would come find you.”
The angry retort you had building dies in your throat, your head tilting to the side as if you hadn’t heard him correctly.
“You…you didn’t mean what you wrote?” Your voice has a hint of hope, like the last spark of a fire, but you can’t help it. If he was telling the truth, and you still weren’t entirely convinced he was, it meant he had been waiting for you all these years.
He grabs your face again, but it’s soft and caring this time, his thumb brushing across your cheek and collecting a tear you didn’t know had escaped. You look into his eyes, finding nothing but honesty, which only worsens it.
“It hurt that you think I would treat you that way, that I could just throw everything we had away…” Eris whispers, tilting your chin up so you can’t look away. “I’m not your husband. I take care of what is mine. Forever. ”
The mention of him makes you wince and somewhat come back to your senses, glancing towards the clock and realizing he could be back at any moment. If he caught you with Eris, there would be no telling what he would do. Eris could take care of himself; he was a High Lord now after all, but you were vulnerable.
“Pierre…he could be home any minute. Eris, you can’t be here. You need to leave.” You frown, trying to move past him, only to gasp when his hand moves down to your neck and stills you. The hold isn’t tight, but you freeze, wide eyes looking up at him in worry. “Eris, if he finds you here with me-”
“Did you not hear what I said, little fox?” He asks mockingly, bowing his head so his lips can brush against your ear. “I take care of what is mine. And you are mine.”
Eris accentuates his words with a roll of his hips, his half-hard cock pressing against your lower half teasingly. You don’t stop the whimper that sneaks past your lips or the way your neck turns so he can mouth over your pulse point.
“I’ve waited years for this moment, to see you again and take you home. I’ve watched as that pathetic excuse for a man dotes on you and brags about how pretty you sound in bed.” He growls, grabbing your hips and lifting you up effortlessly as you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “The only thing that kept me sane was knowing you weren’t moaning from him like you did for me, that he can’t fill you up like your needy little pussy begs for.”
“Please…” You whine, though you aren’t entirely sure what you are asking for. His touch was like fire against your cool skin, setting you aflame in a way you hadn’t felt in years.
One of his hands snakes between the two of you and quickly finds your panties, his lips curling back as he feels the heat of your cunt. You swear you hear him purr as he begins to furiously bite and suck on your neck and collarbone, marking you.
“Tell me what you need.” Eris commands, pulling back to look into your eyes.
Words fail you momentarily as you stare at each other, your heart threatening to explode as he refuses to drop his gaze. There were so many consequences to this decision, no matter what you choose, and so many things that need to be said before you can logically proceed.
But when the pad of his thumb presses against your clit and circles it slowly, the corner of his mouth tilting up to smirk, you know logic will not win tonight.
“You, Eris,” You moan, trying to press further onto his hand for more friction. “You’re all I’ve ever needed.”
You don’t have time to scream as he squeezes you tightly and carries you up the stairs, your body bouncing so that your lower half hits his cock with each step. He groans and looks around momentarily before kicking open your bedroom door. He then throws you onto the bed and starts to undo his belt, all while keeping those burning amber eyes on you.
“Strip. Now.” He orders, voice raspy as you hastily follow his instructions, your fingers fumbling with the laces of your corset. Eris is already naked by the time you have it halfway undone, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight as he stalks over to you and grabs both sides of your top.
“I hope you weren’t too fond of this.” Eris hums, giving no warning as he rips it in two. You shiver as the cool air licks at your skin, your nipples pebbling while he licks his lips in anticipation. “I always thought you looked better bare anyways.”
Heat runs down your body at the comment, your thighs clenching, immediately catching his eye. You try to rise up on your knees to kiss him, but he is quick to pin you down, straddling your waist as his cock rests heavily over your cunt.
“Let me touch you, please,” You don’t even recognize your own voice as you beg for him. It had been so long since you had felt this needy for someone. “I need something, anything, just please!”
Before you can babble anymore, his lips collide with yours, claiming you possessively as two of his fingers prod at your soaking pussy. He bites down on your bottom lip, and at the same time, he shoves his fingers inside, giving you no prep as he swallows your cries.
“I know, baby, I know,” He coos into your ear, moving to nibble on your earlobe. “We can make love next time, but right now, right now I need to fuck your pretty little brain out to make up for lost time.”
Your back arches as he curls his fingers, finding your spot with ease and teasing you as he kisses down your neck and to your breasts. He sucks your left nipple into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth and tugging until you moan. His cock is leaking against your thigh as he ruts against you.
Rough sex wasn’t new to you, though it had been a while. Pierre was always gentle, taking his time, and while Eris had his moments, he was quite fond of making you beg. However, when fantasizing about this, you always imagine Eris cherishing the moment. This was raw and feral.
“Eris, I’m c-close…” You groan, rolling your hips so he can get even deeper. Your walls flutter around his thick fingers, squeezing them, but right before you can fall over the edge, he pulls them out roughly. “No!”
“The only way you are cumming tonight is around this cock.” He grunts, flipping you over so that you are lying on your stomach before dragging your hips up. Both of his hands squeeze your ass before he lines himself up to your hole, rubbing his length up and down to coat himself in your slick.
“Ohhh fuck…” You moan as the head catches on your clit, your entire cunt throbbing in anticipation. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet, little fox. I want you to tell me how badly you want it.” Eris says lowly, grasping his cock and barely pressing into you before pulling away. “Tell me how much you missed me, how much you thought about me while your husband fucked you in this bed.”
Your nails dig so hard into the mattress you are sure you’ll rip it as you screw your eyes shut, already so sensitive from his teasing. It felt so wrong to speak the thoughts you have been burying for so long, to admit that you never got over the High Lord behind you.
All of your inhibitions get thrown out the window, though, as he lands a harsh smack on your ass, his fingers pinching your clit in annoyance.
“Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about this, about me, Y/N. That whenever your husband would roll over at night after a mediocre fuck you wouldn’t rub that needy clit while wishing it was me.” He hisses, one of his hands grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking until your neck is craned up. “Give yourself to me, let it go.”
“Yes, okay, yes, I haven’t stopped thinking about you!” You sob, every nerve in your body on edge as he grins in approval. “Every time I had sex, every night in the bath, I couldn’t stop picturing your hands. Your chest. Your cock.”
Eris rewards your confession with what you had been craving, thrusting his entire length in one fluid movement as your pussy burns from the stretch.
“More. Give me more.” He demands, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward.
“I-” You swallow, your mind starting to fuzz with the ecstasy of having him back inside you. “I would close my eyes and pretend it was you. I wanted it to be you. He could never compare to you, could never make me feel this good.”
Your head drops down as he lets go of your hair in favor of grabbing your hips, hypnotized by the way your cunt swallowed him whole. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead as he truly fucked you. There was no gentleness, no tendrils of love, just pure ownership and passion.
And cauldron damn you did you love it.
“Gods damn it,” Eris swears, moving one of his hands underneath you to rest on your abdomen so he could feel just how deep inside you he was. “Touch yourself, Y/N. I want you to cum on my cock as I fill you up.”
There was a distant panic in the back of your head at the thought of him cumming inside you. You weren’t on any special tea to prevent pregnancy. In fact, you were on something to encourage it.
“Eris, wait-” You try to protest, your words dying in your throat as he starts to rub your clit for you. His hands are calloused from years of use, giving you the friction that you need to cum within minutes. “Eris, I’m not on any birth control. If you-”
“What, you think I don’t want to knock you up?” He chuckles, voice rough as he increases the speed of both his fingers and thrusts. “Oh, Y/N, did you already forget you’re mine? I came here to claim you and breed you, little fox.”
“Oh my gods,” You whimper, the image only making you draw closer to your finish as he bends over to get right next to your ear.
“You’re going to take all of my cum and thank me for it. I’m going to do what your husband couldn’t, right here in his bed for him to smell when he comes home.” Eris sneers, a tingle going up his spine as he feels his balls tighten with the need to release. “I’ll have you barefoot and pregnant for me before he can even come get you. You’re fucking mine.”
“Yours, Eris!” You repeat, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you clench around him. He gives one more circle on your bud, and you are gone, lost to a mind-numbing orgasm that has him throwing his head back and roaring.
Every muscle in your body tightens and releases as you greedily milk his own cum into your womb, your screams echoing off the bedroom walls. You don’t even register Eris biting your shoulder, the pain mixing dangerously with the pleasure as small rivulets of blood run down your back.
You feel your knees give out as you collapse onto the bed, lungs begging for air while Eris slowly pulls out of you. He is silent, and you have just enough strength to look back to see him watching his speed leak out of your gaping hole, his fingers quick to collect it and stuff it back inside you.
“Eris…” You whisper, your eyes are heavy as he gingerly lifts you up and cradles you in his arms. “Is this…did you really come back for me?”
He lets out a small huff of air in humor as he nods, kissing your forehead and smoothing away your hair. Exhausted, you lean into the touch, and he seems to hold you closer.
“I’ll always come back for you, little fox.”
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Pleasure-Dom!Eris x reader: Thumb Prints[*]
A/N: my stomach fluttered when I read this req 😳
Warnings: pleasure-dom!Eris, oral (f! receiving), fingering
Word Count: 2,093
Heated palms press your thighs apart, slippery strings of arousal webbing across your skin, long past the realm of sense.
“Eris…” you pant, lust making you dim.
Caramel and whiskey eyes flick up from between your legs, a pang of longing twisting in the pit of your belly. “I…”
Words soften on your tongue, turning molten and buttery, unable to wrap your lips around them. His rosey mouth lifts into a sharp smile, and your head tips back into the pillows in surrender. Maybe at some point you’d wanted him to stop, but you have no energy left to protest against his pleasurable ministrations. Content to let his hot, wet mouth reattach to your sex.
A whimper bubbles from your chest as Eris gently nips at the intimate skin of your inner thigh. “Finish that sentence for me, fawn,” he instructs, palm rubbing in soothing circles over your hip. “I…” you fumble, “…I don’t remember…” His laugh sends fire sizzling between your legs—like the flame of candlelight. Soft, and controlled.
“No?” He murmurs, kissing his way back to your heat, sex tender and aching from his treatment. “Don’t remember what you wanted to tell me?”
You swallow, shaking your head wearily, body softened by pleasure. Legs open wider for him, handing over all the access he needs, pliant beneath his hands and mouth. “Just…don’t stop…” you request, palm coming up to cup your breast, fingers brushing your nipple.
Feel as his lips spread into a smile against your skin. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs, “not when I’ve finally got you all to myself.” You moan at the softness of his admission, heart bumping against your rib cage as he begins tenderly suctioning his mouth to more and more intimate patches of skin. Teeth graze, and you raise your hips, encouraging him to pay you more attention.
Hot breath fans across your cunt, rosey lips ghosting a little below your navel. A quiet moan is drawn from your mouth, slowly rolling your hips with coaxing urgency. “Eris…” you mumble, attempting to contain the thought within your mind, but it’s like water through your fingers, and you struggle to keep hold of it. Teeth prod into your lip in frustration, but it’s quickly washed away as he presses his kisses lower, something warm and supple fluttering in his wake.
“What is it, fawn?” He asks, raising his head to peer up at you, the sight of his lustrous, silky hair, unbound, cascading over powerful shoulders temporarily rendering you dim-witted. Lips cut into a smile, putting a kiss just above where you want him, “forgotten again?”
Swallow, blinking away your temporary stupor. “I want…” you begin, then fumble, lips almost grazing that spot. Bite the inside of your lip. “I want… Will you talk to me?” You request, nerves wriggling beneath your skin, making you want to squirm. He arches a neatly groomed brow, hand leaving your hip to hold the top of your thigh, keeping you open for him—you wouldn’t dare close. “Talk to you?” He repeats mildly, long, elegant fingers tapping out a quadruple-beat bar: four quavers given the breath of a semibreve.
“Yeah.” You nod, drowsily. “Want to hear your voice. Please.”
He hums, and you moan, back arching as the vibrations sink upon your skin, warming you to near unbearable levels. “What shall I talk about?” He asks, inhaling your arousal softly, nosing at your heat. A quiet exhale breathes from your lips, swallowing before answering. “Anything,” you murmur, “anything you want.” Teeth lightly nip at the slick skin of your inner thigh, causing you to sleepily peek open your eyes, giving him a questioning look.
“Anything’s rather vague,” he smiles, coaxing you into conversation. “Offer me a starting point.”
Mind spins, too softened to properly function. He’s asking you for a starting point. Blink as you try to come up with one, but he’s nosing at your heat again, and you whine quietly. Lift your hips invitingly, mouth parting in a moan. You can feel how wet you are, imagining how warm and velvety his tongue will be. “I… Tell me about your day,” you settle on, just needing to feel him attach himself back to your sex.
His laugh ghosts over your heat, and you whine, pressing your knuckles between your teeth. “Uh-uh,” he tuts, and you immediately lower your hand.
“Sorry,” you mumble, instead preoccupying yourself by gently cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples. “That’s better,” he soothes, lips brushing over your wet sex, “keep being good for me.” You whimper your compliance, nodding weakly.
Feel him smile, “now, where were we?” The question sinks into your mind, falling into emptiness as his words simply float through your head.
“Your day,” you supply softly, “you were going to—oh.”
His tongue licks over your clit: a slow, leisurely drag, taking his time to pleasure you. Slowly work you to a delicate climax—he knows you’re on the verge of overstimulation from the last five already; he’s treading a fine line here.
“Eris…” you moan, spine bowing from the bed as he lightly suckles your clit, keeping his teeth to himself. Hips roll upward, his palms warming as fingers tap out rhythms to the tops of your thighs. Small inhales suck between your lips as he begins mapping out your heat with his tongue, licking and teasing his way down to your sopping entrance.
Ever so delicately, he circles you, careful not to stimulate too much, just keeping you within the realms of the feather-light touch. He’s rewarded with the sound of your moan, hands still occupied with your breasts, keeping away from your mouth. You know he likes hearing your noises—embarrassing as you sometimes find them.
When his tongue prods at your entrance though, you whimper, thumbs flicking across the sensitive skin. Smoothly, he relocates back to your clit, wet and puffy from attention. His mouth latches over you, and you’re back to sweet malleability, practically melting under his tongue, the wet muscle parting you like a knife through butter.
You gasp, back arching, lips parting on a sharp inhale as he circles the apex of your thighs. Flicks over the bundle of nerves, suckling softly, light, wet sounds slurping from between your legs. You whine, silently begging for more. “Ready for more?” He asks, as if reading your mind.
Nod eagerly, tugging your lower lip between your teeth.
Eris hums onto your clit, caramel and whiskey eyes piercing into you, observing keenly as you squirm on his bed, legs parting for him. Pleasure hums at the back of his mind, but he simply grinds into the mattress, relieving some of the pressure. “What do you want, fawn?” He asks, delivering a soft, slow lick to your bundle of nerves.
You babble softly, a slew of moans and whines spilling from your lips as you struggle to articulate your needs. Feel him smile over your cunt, enjoying how you’re writhing from a few strokes of his tongue, male satisfaction making his cock twitch. “Whatever you want,” he reassures, still smiling. “Just say the words, fawn, and it’s yours.”
Whines drag from your lips, pleasure dumbing your mind. Struggle to think of an answer. “Fingers,” you mumble out, peeking your eyes open. “Please,” you request, breathlessly, “want your fingers.”
Eris presses a kiss to your clit, thighs squeezing his head gently, hips rolling up to his heavenly mouth. “Sure you can manage that?” He asks, carefully manoeuvring one leg over his shoulder, then the other. “Won’t be too much for you?”
Shake your head, slightly subdued in your motion responses. “I’ll be good,” you murmur, settling down into the pillows, one hand drifting to the plane of your stomach. Nod again as he shifts away, running his fingers lightly over your wet heat, dragging you a little closer to the edge of the bed now your thighs are hooked over his shoulders.
Eris laughs gently, getting his digits coated in your arousal as to make the initial slide in more comfortable. “You’ll be good?” He repeats, pads tenderly playing with your clit, causing you to whimper when he unexpectedly leans over your heat, saliva pooling on his tongue, allowing it to drip down, landing perfectly atop your bundle of nerves. Adding to the mess.
“Yes!” You cry out, bucking your hips, “yes…!”
Heat warms his fingertips, softening you further in preparation, slow oscillations being pressed lightly to the apex of your thighs—just his middle finger circling, keen eyes observing every hitch in your breath. Eagerly drinking in your pleasure. “How’re you feeling?” He murmurs, awaiting your moans as he trails his digits down to your entrance.
“Eris…” you whimper, swirling your hips upward with need. The feeling of the heated pad of his middle finger returns to your clit, and you release a breathy whine. Rosey lips lift into a smile, finally lowering his digits, watching how easily they sink into you, how they disappear from sight, suctioned into your soft heat.
“Look at how well you take me,” he murmurs, attention wholly on your cunt, pumping and curling his digits, stimulating the spots you like. “You’re doing so well.”
Spine arches, teeth prodding your lower lip with pride as you smile lazily, grinding against him. “More…” you mumble, lightly pinching your nipples, trailing your fingertips gently—teasingly—down your stomach, brushing your abdomen. “I’m not sure you can take any more, fawn,” he responds, hot breath fanning your cunt. “Don’t want you passing out again.”
Shake your head sleepily, still winding your hips. “I won’t… I’ll stay here…” He chuckles lowly. “You’ll stay there?” He repeats, at last lowering his mouth closer between your legs. “Yeah…” you moan, bucking into him. “So, please…?”
He sighs, fingers dragging softly against a delicious spot, rubbing when he sees how you respond. How you suction around him, as if trying to pull him deeper. “How could I resist?” He murmurs lowly, mouth latching over your clit—his own recipe for worship.
A long, breathy moan drags from your lips, legs lethargically crossing at his back, encouraging him deeper. Basking in the soft, wet flick of his tongue, oscillating over your clit, rubbing in soothing circles—gentle but tight. The moan-worthy curl of his fingers, like he’s beckoning you closer to the edge, one stumbling step at a time.
You whimper, fingers trailing over your abdomen, finally reaching the soft, silky waterfall of his hair, threading your digits through it. Stroke affectionately, feeling heat radiating from his powerful body, the sign of his own arousal. “Eris…” you breathe, part of you simply enjoying the taste of his name on your tongue. “You’re being so good to me…”
Nearly sob as he does something wicked with his mouth, how he moves it over your clit, fingers stimulating a spot simultaneously. “I’m being good to you?” He murmurs, caramel and whisky cutting to you, piercing through the billowing clouds of lust. “Then I suppose you’re heaven incarnate for me.”
Pleasure rolls over you at the softly spoken words, the heat of his skin sinking deep into your own as his fingers press a little further, finally up to his knuckles—carefully easing his way in; plying you apart. “Taking me so well,” he breathes, “you’re doing so good. Just stay there and let me take care of you.”
Head tips back into the pillows, one hand in his hair, the other palming your breast, thumbing at your nipple lightly. Long, elegant digits have you tightening around him, glistening, rosey lips suctioning over your clit, his tongue swirling and suckling until you can’t take it.
Ecstasy blossoms in your abdomen, crying out as you come on his tongue, having him work you through the high. Heat flutters around him, nails scraping, teeth tugging on your lower lip as breathy, lazy moans float up into his bedroom. His hips grind against the bed as he licks up your release, not wasting a single ounce of it.
“So pretty,” he murmurs between laps, fingers coaxing more from you, delicately prying orgasm after orgasm from your body, steadily guiding you through the motions of pleasure. “So lovely.”
Whimper his name over and over, all other words turned gooey and buttery, melting to unfamiliar shapes that your tongue can no longer form. Only his title rolling from your lips, while he works you gently through the heavenly intimate experience—his mouth like that of a god’s.
A master of your pleasure: infinitely skilled, and endlessly exquisite.
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My masterlist of Eris fics! I'll keep this updated as I continue to write.
✨= fluff
❤️🔥= smut
💧= angst
💥 = action (ka-pow!)
✨Dance with Me (Eris x Reader)
✨Autumn's Eden (Eris x Reader)
✨Bramble (Eris x Reader)
💧✨❤️🔥Incomparable (Eris x Reader)
💧✨Find a Way (Eris x Reader)
💧✨Heated Admissions (Eris x Reader)
✨Coastal Waters (drabble)
✨Tomorrow, Then (Eris x m!Reader)
❤️🔥Good for Me (Eris x m!Reader)
💧✨ Comfort Headcanons (Eris x Reader)
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A rose in a bed of thorns• cassian/eris/rhysand x reader
Genre: smut
Summary: Eris is a cruel, possessive male with a bad reputation but for you, he’s do anything to make you happy— even if that means letting his two sworn enemies fuck you.
A/n: i felt so dirty writing this 😫 and I dedicate this slutty work of art to my bestie and sis-in-law, @redbleedingrose for her birthday. Happy birthday pretty girl, I love you 💋 and cherish our friendship. (I also made the text pink for you bookie)
“Are you sure that you’re okay with this?”
Eris’ eyes roamed over the full Illyrian male once more, taking in the sculpted muscles of his body for the fifth time that night. The male was mesmerizing, irritatingly so, but Eris wasn’t checking him out because of his beauty– but because of yours.
He had to keep making sure that you would only get the best, the most handsome males and females of Prythian, to fuck you. His darling little mate would never need to settle for less, and since Illyrian didn’t fall under the ‘filth’ category for you, he would just have to look past their reputation just to see that smile on your face. He never understood your taste, Illyrian’s were disgusting, fowl bastards that were created for nothing more than battle, but you seemed to drool over them.
Well, not all of the bat-like beings; just two.
He took in a sharp breath, praying you didn’t notice it, as his eyes shifted back to his high lady. Even now, in the lighting of a court that is foreign to his own, you looked absolutely breathtaking. Your eyes were as bright as the stars above you, twinkling with hope and elation as your pupils found him. You were incredibly excited for tonight, the anticipation from the years of built up longing had ignited a fire in your veins that only your mate had ever lit and you were very interested in what it would be like to be filled by the cocks of Prythian’s strongest males. You’ve heard dozens of stories about their bedding habits, how they fuck like gods and treat their lovers like the finest gold, and it had always left you wanting more than a few flirty glances. Your skin glowed with joy the moment Eris told you of your birthday gift, one of many you assume, and the sparkle in your eye hadn’t left since.
Eris took your hand in his, and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
“I want you to be happy, my love. This is a one time opportunity, don’t waste it worrying about me.”
Unhappy with his answer and the way he avoided the question, you narrowed your eyes at him slightly. “That wasn’t what I asked.”
His brows furrowed as he glanced at the two males awaiting on the bed across the room from you both, smirks on their faces as they practically tore your dress off with their hungry eyes. Rhysand’s violet orbs slowly dragged his gaze along every inch of you, taking in every curve and shape of you attentively, engraving your clothed body in his mind before fucking you silly. Tonight was a night he and his brother would be sure to remember, and he wanted to savor every blissful moment before you both went back to your lives. His brother, Cassian, on the other hand, was admiring your giving figure, in absolute awe of this reality as you stood with your back facing him. His tongue darted from his mouth to wet his lips as you smiled softly to your mate, and his palms suddenly felt sweaty and his pants too tight. You were such a sweetheart, so gentle and kind always, even to such a prick like Eris. Cassian never understood why the Cauldron fated you with the son of autumn, you were like a bright star that would shine beautifully at the night court, but it wasn’t your fault. Perhaps you had a dark spot, one that no one but your mate and you knew about. Deciding not the think too much about it and ruin the perfect image of you he had created, he shook that theory off and blamed fate instead as you turned away from the male and faced the two Illyrians with a flushed smile.
“Um,” you hummed, eyes darting between the two large males excitedly. “So who wants to go first?”
The clicking of your mate’s tongue caused your head to whip back in his direction, only to find him smirking wildly down at you, a slender finger held up to you.
“Ah, ah, my little dove.” he poked your nose softly, a sweet gesture that you knew was teasing. “You think that just because I’m not fucking you tonight that you get to be in charge?” a dry, humorless laugh left his throat. “That’s really fucking cute.”
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“Oh fuck! Right there, please!”
A breathy chuckle sounded from Cassian as he bucked his hips into your cunt rapidly, a wide grin plastered on his face at your shaking legs and gaped face. It was the result of his harsh thrusts to your g-spot nonstop for the past twenty minutes, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you until your voice turned hoarse from screaming his name. Your toes cramped from tightly curling all night but you couldn’t find it in you to care as your cunt was being fucked so good.
“Is he fucking you good, bunny? Making my pussy feel good?” Eris cooed at you, his warm hand combing through your hair to soothe you and bring your attention to him; right where it belongs.
You let out a huff of air as Cassian’s thumb found your clit and rubbed it in fast circles, causing your back to arch against Eris’ chest and your pussy to pulse around his cock, just like he had already made it do a dozen times tonight.
As your mate caught sight of your glazed over eyes and heaving chest, his brow raised in question, obviously a reminder for you to take if you paid close enough attention. But when instead, your eyes rolled back and a silent scream fell from your lips, he knew the words weren’t going to tumble out of your mouth any time soon.
His flameful gaze flickered to the massive general between your legs, dark and lustful and filled with dominance as he glared up at Cassian.
“Stop fucking her.”
Eris’ voice was stern, but the look on his face gave away just how much this mattered to him– how much the power over you mattered to him. His brows lowered over his eyes in a dark manner as fire ignited in his eyes, almost turning them into a feral gold. The clenched teeth and flexed jaw didn’t go unnoticed by any of the males as their attention turned to him.
For a moment, Cassian hesitated, continuing his assault on your pussy as you came without permission on his cock. Approval of your orgasm didn’t matter to him, you were meant to enjoy yourself tonight, let loose before the night and autumn court become strangers again. He wasn’t going to waste your time edging you when he could be pulling countless pleasure out of you instead, and the tightening feeling of your cunt around his cock was just a bonus of your overstimulated state. But, Eris seemed to have cared tons, because every extra thrust sent inside of you earned a harsh glare from your mate until finally, he annoyed Cassian enough to obey.
His cock still inside of the warm walls of your pulsating cunt, the tip resting just right against your cervix as you both caught your breaths and regained your senses under the eyes of two high lords.
“Why’d you make me stop, you prick?”
There were a million insults that the red head thought to have fired back at the Illyrian, all of which involved his upbringing, but the way your hand gripped his grounded him to stay civil for now. You know, since the male was still inside of you and could very well snatch you as quick as he could say ‘fuck you, Vanserra.’
“Because someone,” Eris looked back down at your fucked out face in disapproval before squishing your cheeks together roughly, then leaning down until your noses touched and his eyes bored into yours. “Seemed to have forgotten her godsdamned manners. Haven’t you, slut?”
You felt small underneath his hard glare and the words stopped in your throat as you thought of a proper response.
Your silence left Eris to grow impatient, causing him to raise a brow at you and squish your cheeks harder. When you squeaked softly in pain, Rhysand was quick to sit up in case you were in any need of protection. Killing Eris Vanserra never sounded like a bad idea to him, or any of his family, if it weren’t for the disastrous war it would cause, but for you? He would do it without any second thought.
“Answer me, slut, or have you gone so dumb that you can’t even form a sentence?”
You swallowed thick and tried to shake your head underneath his firm hand.
“N-no, sir. I-i’m sorry, i-”
“You’re sorry for what, my greedy whore?” Eris hissed.
Rhysand and Cassian both shared a glance as the velvet haired male insulted you, sitting up instinctively and furrowing their brows tightly out of rage and concern for you. It wasn’t uncommon for Cassian to get protective of females, especially from a male’s offensive comments and treatment, but this time, Rhys swore it felt different. He couldn’t lie, though, and say he didn’t feel the same way his brother most likely was, it enraged him to hear such degrading words thrown at such an angel like you.
“You’re being too harsh, go easier on her.” the general interjected, his wings puffing out ever so slightly for preparation in case of a possible conflict. Things were always unpredictable with the Vanserra’s,the brothers would know better than anyone.
“I agree, brother, stars like this one do not deserve such fowl words to be thrown at her. If she were mine-”
The eldest Vanserra snarled as he whipped his head toward the Illyrian’s resting against the head board, giving him glares sharp enough to kill. He shook them off as he stared into violet irises.
“But she is not, therefore you will shut your mouth about how I speak to my high lady, unless I ask.”
You felt smaller than a speck of dust when his eyes found your’s again, and this time he the glare was directed to you as he awaited your answer.
“Fo-for cumming without asking first, sir.” you mumbled.
A smirk tugged at his lips, his grip loosening on your cheeks as he placed a soft kiss to your nose after finally hearing what he wanted all alone.
“Good girl.” he praised, proud that he had trained such a good whore for him to show off. His finger trailed along your jaw softly as your breathing slowed and calmed down under his gentle touch, the touch of your favorite lover. “Now, do you think you could be extra good and take Rhysand’s cock now for me?”
Although his words were sweet and encouraging, the tone in which he spoke held a completely different meaning, one you knew all too well. He wasn’t asking you if you could handle another fuck, no, the way his lips upturned and his voice mocked you made that clear to you. To someone who wasn’t in his bed every night, this would seem like a sweet interaction between too connected souls but with you and eris, it was different; more like a master with his puppy.
“Y-yes, sir.”
Your choked out answer satisfied your mate enough to widen his smirk into a grin.
“Good girl.”
His hands traveled down your body and rested on your limp hands, picking them up off the mattress and holding them in his own before he nodded to Cassian in dismissal.
“You’re finished.” He said to the Illyrian moments before the larger male pulled out.
Rhysand smiled coyly as his brother flopped down next to him, flashing him a wink then scotting to the edge of the bed where your pussy was presented to him, oozing out cum like a little dispenser.
“Are you ready for me, beautiful?” the high lord muttered as he aligned his cock with your entrance, hovering over you despite your mate’s protests from the top of you. It was easy to remind himself how little effort it would take to shatter Eris’ mind that moment, but the way your eyes sparkled up at him refrained him from doing so.
You smiled tiredly, yet excited, in response before nodding.
Rhysand’s lips ghosted your cheek, a raspy chuckle leaving his throat and tickling your mind as the tip of his cock nudged at your swollen clit. The teasing action caused you to gasp and your thighs to instinctively shut around his hips, but he was quick to spread them back open.
A grin played out on the high lord’s lips before he placed a kiss to the side of your lips, causing your mate to snarl and his grip on your hands tighten, before sliding the head of his cock down to your leaking entrance and slipping in slowly.
You both made sounds of your own at the first stroke, a growl from him and a whine came from you, and you could feel everything as he pushed himself inside of you. The thick veins of his cock felt accentuated, as if you could feel the thunderous heart beats from your cunt with each second that passed as he stilled to allow you to stretch for him.
“You,” he sighed blissfully. “Feel fucking exquisite, little one.” a small growl ended his sentence as you clenched around his cock from the compliment.
Although you were plenty used to hearing about how amazing you feel, mostly from Eris, the phrase sounded sexier and more genuine coming from Rhysand; the most powerful high lord that was currently balls deep inside of your walls. Your crush on him had begun even before you met Eris, years prior to the bond was countless weeks of mutual pining from the both of you, and if it wasn’t for your father’s disapproval of the high lord, you would have already been imprinted by his cock years ago.
Not that you were complaining though, Eris gave you plenty enough pleasure to make you forget all about your little crush and feel more than satisfied with him. But, you couldn’t deny the way that your stomach jumped whenever his violet eyes found your’s in a crowded ball room or the way your mouth watered when he pretended to be cruel to his subjects.
But it was all just lust, nothing more, nothing less.
“Doesn’t she? Her cunt is like a slice of paradise.” Eris agreed.
There was a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke, causing your brow to furrow in curiosity.
“Fuck– your cunt is so tight, darling.” Rhys growled before nipping at your neck harshly, expelling a loud whine from the chambers of your lungs.
The knot in your stomach kept getting tighter and tighter after each stroke of Rhys’ cock, and the way he looked above you, so full of pleasure and absolutely in awe of the female beneath him, made your cunt clench around his thick cock every time you looked up at him. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching from just his cock, but when he dared to roll his thumb over your perked nipple, you were gone.
Your toes cutrled tightly, as your legs began to shake and your chest heaved, you felt the familiar sensation of a mist coat over your thoughts, making you focus on nothing but the pleasure that Rhysand was generously giving you. Thankfully for you thought, this time you managed to scream out the correct words before even trying to let go yet.
“Please, fuck, please, can I cum?”
Eris let out a low chuckle at your begging; the begging only he got to hear nightly, no matter who fucked you. “Yes, my little slut, cum for me on his cock. Be a good whore and show Rhysand how pretty you look when you cum with your husband’s permission.”
Once your permission was granted, you stopped holding yourself back from climaxing and creamed on the half-illyrian’s cock with shaking legs and a loud scream of his name. Rhysand couldn’t stop himself from finishing inside of you himself, especially after the heavenly sight of the most beautiful female in Prythian crumbling underneath him and the intense but euphoria of the tight clenching of your sopping, wet pussy around his dick. Of course this was fantasy he had thought of plenty of times, but never had he ever expected you to look so fucking devine when he made you climax. It was a sight the he would soon replay in his mind daily, and your’s too when he saw you next, as a reminder of how much you crave his cock, regardless of your hovering mate.
His hot cum soon joined his brother’s in the walls of your dripping core with a roar that shook the bedroom, before he collapsed on your recovering body. His lips upturned as he placed slow openmouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder like a lover would.
Oh, how he dreamed on every star to be your lover.
It was a foolish thought that passed through him daily and ripped him apart from the inside, but it made him happier to imagine how much love he would give you if it were him instead with the string that tied your soul to his, if it were him instead that was granted you each morning in his bed, if it were him instead that you followed order for… if it were instead of that stobby, two-faced, piece of trash that you were fated to.
But the cards were laid out differently, and there was nothing either of you could about it.
Eris leaned down and gave the tip of your nose a kiss, once, twice, before moving his lips down to your own, kissing you deeply as Rhysand caught his breath.
A thought struck him suddenly, one so dangerous to ask but too special to let slip away before you left for good. It would be one hell of an offer, one he was sure you would agree with but knew the autumn court high lord would refuse angerly, not that Rhys was scared, Eris Vanserra had nothing on the king of night. Besides, lovers came to him, not the other way around. How would it look if he asked for you? He would look weak, like he lost his edge…
But you were far more precious than his image to him, that was a risk he was willing to take.
Swallowing his pride, he cleared his throat and let out a low whistle as Eris snarled for him the ‘get off’. Joining his brother on the bed, absolutely dazed out of his mind from your warmth, Rhysand chuckled lowly, causing giggles to leave your lips and make the other two males chuckle themselves. For the first time in years, he felt pure bliss radiate through him and pump joy into his bloodstream, and he decided this was a feeling he wanted to feel forever; with you.
“We need to do this again.”
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just thinking about eris overstimulating reader as punishment
linking this with another request for Jealous!Eris
warnings: rough sex, dubcon?? i think, use of “slut”
↬ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 ↫
There’s something different about the way Eris is fucking you. An inferno hidden behind his eyes…beneath his skin. Each touch, as he manhandles you to his will, burns. Bright handprints scatter across your body, your hips, your thighs. He’s barely said a word, lips stuck in a firm line. Occasional curses when he feels you squeezing him or mutters of ‘c’mon’, ‘give it t’me’ whenever you’re teetering on the edge of release.
You assume he’s riled up from the long days of dealing with his father. Event after event thrown in the Autumn Court, where you were left to occupy to yourself as Eris was unable to enjoy them with you. The nights were long, watching everyone drinking and dancing until they couldn’t…only to come back the next night. Eris’s brother kept you company, one of the nice ones, helped to make the nights slightly bearable.
Now you’re spent. Sweat covers your body, skin glimmering in the lamplight. An ache settles deep in your muscles, verging on painful. Your hand weakly pushes at Eris’s stomach, too sensitive from the countless orgasms he’s given you to continue. “Can’t…can’t. Too much.”
Eris laughs at that, a dark, low sound. He cages you, cock pressing deeper into your sloppy cunt. The responding whine gets caught as Eris wraps hand around your throat. He looks at you, really looks at you, eyes cold compared to the heat cascading from him. “This isn’t about you,” His hand slides around to grip the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his in a swift motion, “You’re going to take it like the slut you are.”
His movements are rough…fast. Knocking the air from your lungs. Eris draws his hips back, his cock slipping from the warmth of your sex. His name tumbled from your lips again and again, attempting to get his attention as he flips you onto your stomach. “M’too sensitive, Eris please,” You try, being hoisted onto your knees, thighs straining from the pressure of your own weight. “That’s the whole point, little fox,” Eris grits, amusement laced in his voice. You feel his large hands palming your ass, he hisses before giving you a harsh spank. Yelping, you arch, practically presenting yourself to him. “Fuckin’ slut,” Eris fills you once again, cock pushing into your cunt until his pelvis meets the sore flesh of your behind.
The pleasure ripples through you in shockwaves, body shuddering as his cock brushes your gummy walls. Your jaw drops in a silent cry when Eris pulls back…only to snap his hips back against you. His thrusts are slow yet forceful, he feels so deep in your tummy from this angle. “Why…fuck…why?” You ask between his thrusts, your voice whiney and high-pitched. It feels so good but hurts so much, another climax builds quickly. You don’t believe you’ll be able to handle any more.
Eris is louder now, grunting in pleasure from how tightly you’re squeezing his cock. “Gotta fuck some sense into that silly little head,” he tells you, chest meeting your back, breathing fire against your shoulder. His hand slips underneath your, pads of his fingers finding your clit. Pressure blossoms in the pit of your belly when he begins rubbing quick, tight circles over your bundle of nerves. You choke out moans into the bed, face pressing against the sheets. “I need you to know that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” he growls, loud enough for you to hear over the sounds of your mewls.
“Mmph, you are!” You turn your head to the side so he’ll hear you, ease up on you maybe. Yet you only seem to spur the male on. “Oh, I know,” He noses at the exposed skin of your neck, “But you want to fuck my brother, don’t you? I saw you. I saw how you were acting with him.” He sounds pained to say the words aloud. Insecure. Jealous. Lonely. You shake your head as best as you can, “No…don’t wanna-“ It’s a struggle to find your voice with the climax creeping up on you, the overwhelming pressure building winding up and up. “Only want you. Promise…I promise.” The words are barely a whisper, but you know he can hear you. “Love you, only you.”
Eris pants by your ear, you could swear he’s release breaths of relief. Having needed your reassurance. But he’s not going to let you off so easily.
“You’re going to prove it,” He pushes himself back up behind you, the pace of his thrusts and his fingers never faltering. Keeping you right on the edge. “You’re going to to cum as many times as I make you, like only I can.” He’s feral, growling like some wild animal. With each thrust he was saying mine. mine. mine. Claiming you. As if you weren’t utterly his already. “Now, fucking cum.”
His command is a knife, slicing the rope that kept you hanging on. The feeling is unbearable and numbing at the same time. Your mind shuts off, eyes rolling so far back, you’re sure they’ll get stuck. Past the ringing in your ears, you faintly hear Eris curse. You’re gushing, and Eris swiftly pulls his cock out so you can soak him, yourself, the sheets. He lightly slaps your cunt, drenching his hand with the liquid spurting from your heat. “Fuck me,” He groans loudly, “How much of that you got left in you, huh?” You’re trembling, whimpering quietly. Fear settling in your bones as you realise Eris isn’t stopping until you soak him again.
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A House of Hunger — Series Masterlist
Pairing: Reader x Eris Vanserra
Summary: Every Autumn court citizen is hungry for something; beasts starved for influence, desperate for control, ravenous for power. Your tastes are no different—albeit a bit specific. It's a deep craving that boils in the pit of your stomach, hot and heavy, all consuming.
You’re hungry for revenge.
Overview: arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, technically enmies to allies to lovers, angst, canon-typical violence, politics and deception, angst, eventual smut.
[Coming soon...]
posting this as i start prepping all my series! hoping itll give me the motivation to get them all started. lmk if you want to be on the tag list <3
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Conditions of entry
Eris x Reader
Summary: Eris seeks you out late a night, but you have some conditions to his entry, SMUT! 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️
Possessive, jealous Eris. Look– it’s just filth.
Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI)
Word count: 2,286
AN: I said in a previous post that writing for Eris scared me, but @missaddamsworld encouraged me to give it a crack. This one’s for you lovely, hope I’ve done him justice ;)
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Eris scoffed, his expression pure male arrogance. “You were never anything special, sweetheart.”
Bullshit. You didn’t try to hide your scowl, your arms folding across your chest as a small smirk formed on your face. That was complete and utter bullshit. Your ongoing rendezvous with the to-be High Lord had never been more than feral, heated sex, but you knew just as well as he did that desire had quickly turned to need, and to say it wasn’t special was an ignorant lie.
“Is that so,” you toyed, flashing your teeth without a care of how Eris might respond. You wanted him heated, wanted him angry. “Perhaps I’ll seek one of the many suitors lining up at my door then, I’m sure they would be honoured for even a taste of me, and would consider themselves lucky to share my bed.”
And that was exactly what you were fighting over. Eris had once again sought you after an evening at the opera. You had allowed him in on one condition – to stay until morning.
Eris’s expression was cold, but his eyes burned an autumn flame. “Go ahead. May they indulge on my scent on you, may they enjoy the taste of my cum in your cunt.”
You face dropped at the filth of his words, and you had to swallow to recover from your shock. “Fuck you,” you spat.
“Only in your dreams, sweetheart.”
You glowered at the male before you, his eyebrow arching in triumphant defeat. You had shown your cards before him, folded them the moment you showed just how much he hurt you.
“You’re a selfish, arrogant bastard,” you sneered before turning your heel to storm off. But a quick hand caught your wrists – both of them. Before you knew it, Eris was snarling down at you, his ginger strands falling in front of his face as he fumed down at you with a feral expression.
“Say. that. Again,” he dared.
You looked back at him in disgust. “I said–“
Hot lips crashed over yours before you could get another word out. Eris was dominant, angry and anxious – all of which you could tell through the force of the kiss, his tongue demanding entry. You let out a sound of surprise, his tongue taking the opportunity to slip over yours as he walked you over, pressing you up against the wall, your hands still caged in his.
Eris pulled away, his eyes swirling with flecks of ambers as they danced between yours. “I won’t be told what to do” he spat, his eyebrow quirking as he licked his lips, eyeing your own.
Your chest heaved in frustration and flush. “I am not for your disposal,” you fought back, pushing against the hold on your wrists, still pinned above you. Eris was unmoved.
“But you’re so delicious” he teased, leaning into the part where your jaw meets your neck and kissing – sucking.
You blinked away the stars, the haze that came with your arousal as he worked you in that spot he knew so well. You had to focus.
“If only I felt an inch for what you feel for me,” you lied.
A small yelp left your lips as Eris sunk his teeth to the nape of your neck, the spot he was kissing now replaced with a sensual, animalistic bite. You couldn't help the throb of your insides at the instinct that was quickly taking over.
Eris now chuckled into your skin, removing his teeth as he levelled a look at you, his face inches from your own.
“Hmm,” he hummed, moving so fast then you didn't have a chance to stop him. Both hands were now held in one of his pinned above you, the other hand making its way up the side of your thigh, slinking up at a sultry rate while stopping to pinch the flesh of your love handles.
“So if I were to run my fingers along your slit, I wouldn’t find you soaked to your core?”
You huffed at the male as he smirked back, his hand inching ever so closely to your middle, the fabric of your skirts bunched at his arm. You were sure he could feel the heat radiating from you.
“You’re insufferably arrogant,” you bit back, a whimper then escaping you and Eris’s hand found your core. Long fingers rubbed up and down your slit, cupping you from beneath at jolts of electricity fired through you. It took all the strength you had to not throw your head back and moan.
Eris wore a grin of male arrogance, chuckling to himself as he knew he had struck home. “My my, Y/N. Your body makes a liar out of you.”
You cursed at him in return, your eyebrows pulling in a longing, feral need. One of Eris’s fingers teased your entrance, your body aching for him to stretch you by any means. You were desperate, undone already – and he knew it.
Eris pressed his lips over yours again, your head pushed against the wall as he slipped two fingers inside you, You moaned into his mouth, tongues darting and dancing as you both fought for control. He began to move his fingers, curling them inwards and using his thumb to stimulate your clit. You were ashamed to know how soon you would finish.
“Look at your pretty, flushed face,” Eris teased, his expression smug as he drank in your pleasure. His eyes darkened then, like a low ember as his voice came out cold. “I did not like seeing you with that other male tonight,” he practically growled, continuing to work his fingers inside you.
You tried to collect your thoughts, to retort in this state. “And what of you? Who was that pretty blonde wrapped around your arm?”
Eris snarled at your defiance, withdrawing his fingers quickly as you were left staring at each other, neither of you willing to back down.
You cocked an eyebrow. “Is she another one of your play things? Is she also ‘nothing special’?”
Eris’s face was now full of rage, his eyes glowing as he dared you to continue. You took the bait.
“I wonder if she knows you seek me out after you fuck her? What’s wrong Eris, can’t seem to get any satisfaction?”
His lips curled in a heated hatred as another snarl left him, a strong hand was now around your throat, pressing ever so slightly. A warning. “You shut your mouth.”
Now it was your turn to laugh. You knew it was true, Eris had sought you out at all hours of the night, sometimes when traces of his affair with another female were still fresh. You knew you were the only one that could satisfy him, and he you.
So you played the card right into his hand. “Make me,” you said.
Eris ripped your from the wall, pulling you to the bed and bending your over by the waist. He worked quickly to pull of your dress, and after a moment you felt his hardness poking at your entrance, one strong hand holding your in place at your shoulder.
He leaned over you, pulling close to whisper in your ear as he ran his cock over your entrance again and again. “You. Are. Mine,” he growled, shoving the head of him in as you let out a yelp. This is how it had always been between you two, feral, rough lust-filled sex. Tonight was no exception.
“Gods Eris!” you cried out, his cock opening you more as he pushed inside as his hand gripped at the fleshy part of your waist, working your body into him and he started to thrust.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he gritted, slapping sounds now filling the room as he barely gave you time to acclimate for his size. “Take my fucking cock.”
You moaned at his words, the utter filth that left your mouths during sex was a crime in itself. “Fuck Eris, slow down,” you complained, even though it was an utter lie.
“I’ll fuck you how I please,” he bit back, groaning as his entire length now slid in and out, his hips hitting your rear at every thrust.
A strong hand laced through the roots of your hair, pulling on them to bring you up against his bear chest. The breadth of him swallowed you as he pulled you flush against him, his spare hand now finding your lower stomach and pressing against it, sending new jolts of pleasure.
“See sweetheart, see how well you take it? You were made for me.” The pull on your hair left then, instead Eris forced your chin to dip back, a feral, dominating kiss covering your mouth as he continued to fuck you. You moaned, one hand reaching to lace in his own auburn hair, the other clutching at your breast as they bounced with the movement of sex.
Eris withdrew from you suddenly, and you could have cried from the emptiness. He spun you, roughly, throwing you onto the mattress and pulling you to the edge of the bed by your thighs. He spread your legs wide, using them to guide your body as he entered you as a quickly as he had left, causing you to gasp.
He didn't wait to resume his pace, his cock stretching and filling you over and over as your writhed beneath him. Eris stared at you, his expression serious, possessive, like he could never get enough.
“You feel so good,” you breathed, unable to help the thought that played over and over in your head. Large hands groped at your breasts, kneading your flesh as he pounded away.
“That’s right, doll. and I’m the only male that can make you feel this way.”
You didn't reply, your eyes rolling, lost in your own sensual bliss as the curve to his shaft worked the perfect angle again and again.
A strong hand gripped your face then, forcing you to look at him. “Eyes on me sweetheart.” he growled, beads of sweat rolling down his handsome face as he bared his teeth. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.”
You knew better than to fight him on it. “You’re the only one, Eris,” you practically yelled, earning a roar from him as his pace quickened from thrusts to ruts, your bodies burning together in desperate friction.
“Ugh, oh Eris, I’m close!” you yelled in warning.
“Of course you are. Come for me, and scream my name when you do.”
You didn't care about folding for this male, he had a hold on you that no one else did. Ripples of pleasure exploded from you as you climaxed, your tunnel contracting around his shaft, muscle against muscle as you tightened and he continued to push deep into you. You threw your head back, moaning his name so loud you could have woken the entire corridor.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Eris coached, his hands gripping your thighs and breast as he continued to thrust. You twitched and writhed as wave after wave continued to come, your moans turning to soft whimpers as you slowly came down from you high.
You looked at at Eris through heavy lids, the wet sounds of your groins slapping together filling the room. His eyebrows were pulled, his face full of concentration as he stared lustfully down at you. You knew that face – he was close.
He pulled out of you then, his cock glistening with your juices as he pumped his shaft with his hand. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted it too. Sitting up, you moved his hand out of the way as your ran a tongue along him, before close your mouth over the tip and sucked. Eris threw his head back, a grunt escaping him as his hand intertwined with the roots of your hair, guiding your head as he started to fuck your mouth.
You took all of him deep into your throat as his sounds of pleasure made you squirm.
“Ugh, take my fucking cock in your throat, that’s the way.” Strong hands worked you over him again and again, and you felt him swell and stiffen further.
Eris pulled you in deep, freezing on the spot as he exploded straight into your throat with a roar. He rutted against your face, cuming twice, three times, four times as he groaned at each release. You swallowed around him, swirling your tongue as he melted in pleasure.
He began to soften, withdrawing from your mouth as he stared down at you, a look mixed with affection and triumph as he stroked your face. His touch was gentle, and while you weren’t used to it, it felt right. “Such a good girl. My good girl,” he smirked at you, before pulling you under your arms and throwing you further into the bed.
Eris climbed over you, hovering above as he soaked in the sight of your naked body before crashing his lips over yours. You pulled at his neck, desperate to fill his frame against you, and to your surprise, he allowed it.
He tipped to the side, pulling you with him as he pulled you thigh over his waist, holding you to him from your lower back. You stared at each other, hair damp with sweat and sex. He tucked yours behind your ear gently.
“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, the intimacy setting your heart aflame.
“I’m staying the night,” he answered simply, before pulling you into his lips again.
The fire in your heart steadied, a wild blaze dimming into something safe, calm, satisfied – but never dull.
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Two Choices
(I’m gonna change the name I promise. Please send suggestions.)
Chapter 1
Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel
Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally dies they can be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.
Warnings: Slight smut, angst, tell me if I missed something.
Word Count: 13224
For the first few days after I moved into the Forest House Eris refused to let me go. He always either had an arm wrapped around me or a hand somehow touching me, and in private he would wrap his arms around me and refuse to let go.
With the death of High Lord Beron and Eris becoming the new High Lord us two of us had no reason to sneak away from our respective families to be together. The only person who knew about us was Eris’ mother, none of his brothers knew and none of mine knew. Though my brothers were now warming up to the idea of their little sister becoming a High Lady.
I assumed my oldest one had an idea of what was happening. As the head of the house it was my brother's duty to find me a suitable husband, every single one he picked would reject me before the wedding, always due to Eris threatening them or paying them off. It wasn’t hard to do, so he did.
Now we sat on the balcony in our chambers, his arms wrapped around me and his head snuggled into my neck as I played with his fingers. I went to adjust my sitting position before Eris just pulled me into his lap, chest to chest, I wrapped my hands around his neck to hold him as well. I felt so much peace in this moment, he was my entire world. The world could be burning around us and I wouldn’t care. I wanted nothing more than to be his High Lady.
I’m not sure how long we sat there before the door opened for his brother, the second oldest, Onyx. I perked up to look at him, Eris looked too and held onto me harder.
“What do you need, brother?” Eris asked Onyx.
Onyx looked like he wanted to laugh at us, “You got a letter,” Onyx started, “It's from High Lord Thesan.” He placed the letter on a bedside table.
He twisted his hand around a bit, “You guys can go back to… whatever you guys were doing.” Onyx said before leaving, the door shutting behind him.
Eris scoffed as he left before picking us both up from our sitting position, I squealed a little bit leading him to place a kiss upon my head. He placed me on the bed before grabbing the letter and sitting down next to me.
He opened the letter and read it carefully before sighing. He laid down on the bed and I scooted towards him.
“Is everything okay?” I asked him.
He grabbed one of my hands and began to play with my fingers, “In a week's time we have to go to the dawn court for a High Lord meeting,” He started, I instantly could see why he was dreading it, “they want to host a little party to celebrate me becoming High Lord. I’ll have to ensure my brothers will behave as well.”
I stroked my free fingers through his hair, “Maybe I could call my brothers to treat you with some manners?” I jokingly suggested.
Eris laughed a little, “God I wish I could bring your brothers instead.” I kissed him while giggling.
I moved away to kiss him on the cheek, “I haven’t bathed today and I feel gross,” I kissed him on his other cheek, “wanna join me?” I asked him, kissing him on his forehead and then his lips.
“Of course I’d like to join you, my love.” He picked me up to bring us to the bath.
After the water finished running and we were both naked, also including stopping ourselves from fucking on the counter, we went into the bath together.
“We’re gonna have to go to the dress designer tomorrow, and I also want to go to the crown jeweler to get you a crown,” Eris explained to me what we’d have to do tomorrow.
“You don't have to get me a crown,” I told him.
“Your to be my High Lady,” Eris started stroking my wet hair, “I want to show you off appropriately. I don't want to hide you anymore.”
The last part of his sentence made me want to cry a little bit, I was also just sensitive though. He leaned down to kiss me, and then kept kissing me.
Eris forced my body to my knees before running his hands over my body with one hand and holding my head in place as we made out.
He let his fingers trail down before he began rubbing my clit, causing me to moan into his mouth.
He let go of my head, “Sit in my lap love.” He told me, I immediately followed to allow him to fuck me with his fingers.
The day of the party had arrived, while I spent most of the day time with Eris’ mother I eventually left her to go get ready with my handmaids.
My hair was pulled back with a pin and hair pulled out in the front, I had light makeup on only used to make my features pop and a red dress that I assumed Eris would very much like.
A couple minutes after I was done and I was chatting with my handmaid's Eris walked in, already made up and with a huge smile on his face. The handmaids took this as a sign to leave and I quickly noticed Eris’ hands behind his back.
I stood up from my seat and walked towards him, I wrapped my arms around him, careful to go under his arms.
I looked up towards him, “Hello my love.” I giggled at him.
I saw his eyes fill with love as he moved his hands from behind him to place something on my head, “Hello my gorgeous girl.” He said adjusting what was on my head.
He took me to our mirror to show me what he got me, it was an amazing tiara with giant red jewels. He originally planned on getting me a full crown but I quickly found my dislike for them, they could never sit on my head comfortably no matter what.
I turned to him and pulled his head down to kiss him, “I love you so much.” I told him.
He held my face in his hands, “I love you too, my pretty girl.” He kissed me again, “Do you wanna put mine on my head?” He asked me.
My eyes brightened, “Yes, yes please!”
He sat down while I went to the drawer where we put it last night for easy access. I approached him with the crown in my hand and kissed his head before placing it upon his hand. He sat still as I adjusted it to look perfect.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked him, Eris wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer. “I don't want to go.” He said.
“I know,” I adjusted his hair some more, “We can try to leave early if we go now though.”
Eris stood up from his seat before grabbing my hand to guide us both downstairs to his brother and mother.
When we got down the stairs the four remaining members of his family stood there. His mothers eyes lit up when she saw me and rushed to me, telling me how pretty I looked as she held my face in her hands. I couldn’t help but smile and nod along with her.
Eris’ brothers began winnowing to the Dawn Court leading us to follow them to the party.
When we got there my hand immediately went to Eris’ before walking into the party. When we walked in, wine was immediately handed to us as loud music played. Eris’ and I discussed going to dance but before we could we heard a voice.
“Ah! High Lord Eris.” I turned to see High Lord Helion walk towards us, “and hello to you.” He smiled at me. I smiled back to be polite.
“This is Lady (Y/N), I’ll be formally introducing her soon but she is to be my High Lady,” Eris stated.
Helion nodded at me in respect before turning back to Eris, “High Lord Thesan is forcing all the High Lords into some room, I’m not sure why.” Helion started, “I’m starting to think he’s trying to kill us, but not even High Lady Feyre or Vivian are coming so Lady (Y/N) won't be left out.”
Eris motioned to Helion before turning to place a kiss on my head before saying he’ll be back and following the fellow High Lord.
When he was gone I felt really awkward standing here by myself, so I began to walk towards some tables and try to find Eris’ mother.
As I walked I saw both the High Ladys Feyre and Vivian discussing something with Feyre’s child at her hip. I wondered if I would be a part of a discussion like that with them soon. I also imagined a child with Eris for a minute.
My eyes continued wandering, trying to find my soon to be Mother in law before I saw a tall winged man. He stood by other members of the Night Court. I intended to look away to continue looking for Eris’ mother before the winged man looked to me as well.
As we made eye contact I felt something hit me, my breath got heavy and suddenly all I could see was him.
The man dropped his wine, clearly ignoring the voice of his other winged friend next to him.
Maybe it was a minute too long for me to realize what it was, but I realized it. It was a mating bond.
I’d met my mate, and it wasn’t Eris.
I felt my eyes fill with tears, I couldn’t breathe. I began to shake my head in a silent no, still looking at the winged man who was attempting to make his way toward me.
I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want this, all I wanted was Eris. I broke my eye contact with the man and did my best to speed walk out of the room. I didn’t care where I went, I just didn’t want to be here.
I rushed my way out and before I knew it I had somehow made it into some gardens. I sat on a bench to try to catch my breath, but I ended up just crying.
I felt like I had betrayed Eris, like I was a traitor.
I sobbed into my hands, my whole body shaking. I sobbed more when I started to feel guilty for wanting Eris with me right now.
I looked up as I heard footsteps, seeing my mate enter my vision. He looked nervous and sounded nervous, “You know when I imagined meeting my mate I didn’t expect her to cry right after seeing me.” He joked.
I tried to catch my breath, as he knelt down in front of me, “Well um, my name is Azriel-”
“No,” I stated, not letting him finish past his name. I stood up from my spot on the bench and walked a few feet away.
“Oh my god this can't be happening,” I whispered to myself.
Through the bond, I could feel him tense up before asking me, “Is there something wrong with me?” He said quietly.
I turned to look at Azriel, “What's wrong is that you're not my fiance,” I started, “You're not the man I have spent over a hundred years loving.”
We both stayed silent for a minute before he spoke, “I’m sorry.” He paused for another second, “We need to discuss what to do.”
My eyes widened, “What are we gonna do?”
“I mean we’re mates,” Azriel said, “we just at least try to talk and get to know each other.”
I scoffed, “And what? Fall in love? Have a long happy courtship?” Azriel looked me up and down, “We should try. The cauldron picked us, we should-”
I was going to start crying again, so I just walked away, rushing my way back to the party to find Eris as Azriel yelled for me behind me, he didn’t even know my name.
As I walked into the room I immediately looked for Eris, I found him quickly talking to the High Lord of Summer, I made my way there and grabbed his arm.
“Eris,” My tone caught him off guard, “Can we go now.”
“What do you mean my love, what's wro-”
“Please”
The Summer High Lord walked away at this point, sensing the urgency of my voice which gave me a clear view of the High Lord of Night approaching us.
Before we could winnow away, Rhysand said Eris’ name, catching my fiance’s attention.
Eris turned to Rhysand, “I’m sorry Rhysand,” he started, “Whatever you wish to discuss can be discussed later.”
Rhysand smirked, “I think the fact your lover is the mate of my shadowsinger should be discussed now.”
My heart stopped, I wanted Eris to hear it from me. I wanted to tell him that I wanted nothing to do with my mate, I wanted to tell Eris I loved him. Rhysand took that and broke it.
The expression Eris made would haunt me, his face fell from his stern look to a blank face. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking and all I could do was try not to cry.
“We need to go.” was all Eris said before grabbing my shoulders and winnowing us back home.
He winnowed us to our room and quickly let go of my shoulders. He ran his hands through his hair before turning to look at me, “Is it true?” he asked me, he wasn’t angry, he was sad.
I nodded, choking back tears. It took me a second to say, “I didn’t know until thirty minutes ago.” I said quietly.
Eris sat on our bed, his face in his palm. Something about him looking like that broke me, I started sobbing. I did my best to repeatedly tell him that I was sorry, but he didn’t move from his spot. I couldn’t tell if he was also crying.
I ended up leaving, deciding to sleep in the chambers that are technically mine but I’d always ignored them.
Once I’d gotten there I realized I had no night clothes but I didn’t care at that moment. All I could do is sob into my pillow on the bed I’d never touched until this moment. My heart hurt so much, I prayed to the cauldron that this was a mistake.
Once I’d finally calmed down I ludged myself to the bathroom to take off the things in my hair and take off my makeup.
When I looked at myself in the mirror all I could see was a traitor. I didn’t even look like myself with red puffy eyes and smudged makeup.
Once I was done I forced myself onto my bed. I didn't care that I was still in my dress, but I did care about how cold the bed was. I would’ve started crying again if I hadn’t heard a knock at the door. I looked up to see Eris walk in, my nightgown in his hand.
He placed it down, silently telling me to put it on. Looking at the nightgown I realized how heavy my dress was, so I put it on while Eris sat on the other side of the bed looking away from me.
He never looked at me once, I could only stare at his back. My words failed me.
Eris could only say five words, “I couldn’t sleep without you.” Neither of us moved for a minute before I laid down, facing away from him. I felt him do the same.
It took everything in me to not cry myself to sleep.
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hi angel! can you make a post about the height & ‘wingspan’ for eris? im curious as to what you think
Eris: Height + Cock Size
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Based on the context of the ACOTAR series, being around 6ft tall is seen as average in Fae culture. Nesta mentions in ACOSF how tall Gwyn is while also stating that Cassian towers over everyone, and she can't see over his shoulders. This goes to show how tall the Fae are compared to humans, which makes sense since the Fae do already have inhumanly beauty, heightened senses and speed, as well as varying powers. Because of this, I think that the average height for Fae females is 5'7 to 5'10 while the males are around 6'3 though no taller than 6'4.
Therefore, Eris is 6'3.5 inches tall which is a bit taller than average Fae height since he is an heir to the Autumn Court throne.
Eris' cock is very proper. Very, very, very pretty. He's cleanly shaved down there, and it is the palest part of his body. Eris' cock stands proud and tall at 9 inches. Due to the fact that it's very slender and smooth, his cock slips in easily, but when he bottoms out—that's when you're going to feel the pain, angel.
Eris' tip is also extremely pink as well as his balls. A very pretty pink. If him and I were dating, my next acrylic nail set would deff be the same color as his tip.
Eris' cock twitches A LOT. Just small teasing will have it twitch up, needing to be stuffed and soaked in you. Eris also cums a lot. Like enough to fill a cup. I'm a firm believer that it's part of Autumn Court heritage to produce a lot of cum as well have sensitive cocks. That court is the breeding court, you can't change my mind. Just look at the number of kids the Lady of Autumn had.
Due to his heritage and having the ability to control fire, Eris' cock is quite warm. You'll be able to notice it.
Overall: Very pretty/proper, clean shaved, 9 inches long, slender, very pink tip & balls, warm, produces enormous amounts of cum, & twitches/throbs a lot.
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Potions (Eris Vanserra x Reader)
Eris Week Day Two: Heir
Summary// A recent concoction has hit the fae market that is said to bring about your primal instincts to help fertility. When Eris first suggests it you laugh, thinking it is just another herb or supplement that will fail, until you both drink and realize just how primal it turns you.
(This is hot, filthy, dirty, just primal smut. I’m talking about knotting, A/B/O, breeding, fucking. If that’s not your vibe then you have been warned and if it is, well, we should definitely be friends. Enjoy!)
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WARNINGS: SMUT, Knotting, Primal Play, Aphrodisiacs, Breeding, A/B/O Dynamics, Slight Cum Inflation?, I don’t want to spoil anything else but it is dirty.
With how hard fae pregnancies are to come by it is a wonder that something like this hadn’t been made sooner. Eris had had it delivered to him by one of his healers and advisors, their eyes sparkling at the idea of an heir being conceived with the special potion made by the healer himself.
At first, Eris hadn’t even wanted to bring it to you, knowing how difficult it was for you month after month of not becoming pregnant, but as he saw you grow sadder each week he finally caved.
This is how the two of you came to be sitting in the quiet of your secluded cabin, away from the court’s gossip and stares, with the heart-shaped bottle resting on the table between the two of you.
“So what is this supposed to do exactly?” You ask quietly, gingerly picking it up and watching as the dark red liquid swirled from the movement of your shaky hands. “And how is this any different from the other herbs and medicines the healer has already been giving me?”
“It is said to call upon our basic, primal instincts to help with the conceiving part,” Eris explained again, blowing air out of his mouth. “I’m not sure exactly how it works or what it does but that is how it was explained to me.”
“And do you think it will work?”
“I think there is only one way to find out.”
You frown, contemplating, before twisting open the top and popping the cork. Eris stands and grabs two small glasses which you pour into. The smell is sickly sweet, almost like cherry medicine, and you try your best not to wince as you bring it up to your mouth.
“Can we agree before we drink this that if it does not work…we just try not to worry about it? Conceiving, I mean.” Eris says softly, watching you with concern. “I know how much this has been bothering you and I do not want you to feel pressured or think that I am angry with you. These things take time and this drink, at most, is probably just going to be a fun night of sex for us. Nothing more.”
“I know I’ve been struggling I just,” You sigh, your eyes looking down. “I’m so ready to have a child and I know your advisors, the court, and even your mother have been pressing me for when I will finally have one. I just feel like I’m letting everyone down.”
He reaches out for you and grabs your free hand, squeezing it as he says, “You could never let anyone down, Y/N. I cannot say I know the pressures of being a woman in this circumstance but I can imagine them. Just please know that no matter what happens, whether it works or not, I love you and I do not care if I have to wait forever or even if it never happens. All I want is your happiness.”
You give him a sincere smile, tightening your fingers around his as you hold your glass out for him to clink. “Cheers then…to at least a long night of fucking each other.”
“Cheers, little fox.” Eris grins, giving you a flirty wink before downing the potion as you follow his lead. “It certainly tastes…interesting.”
“Nasty,” You blanch, your nose scrunching in disgust. “It tastes nasty.”
“Well the healer is probably more attuned at creating medicines than he is flavorful potions I would assume.” He shrugs, lounging back on the couch and patting his lap. “Why don’t you come over here and sit with me while we wait and see what this does?”
You don’t need to be asked twice as you shimmy over the table and crawl onto him, nuzzling your face into his neck as he kisses your temple and runs his fingers through your hair. It is sweet, domestic, and you savor it as you kiss his neck.
“I do wonder what it means about becoming primal…” Eris muses. “Do you think it will make us mindless beasts? Just rutting into each other?”
A giggle escapes your lips as you raise your head to look at him, rolling your eyes as he smirks. “I think it will do the same as the other medicines have and slightly, slightly, raise our libido. Though I do not think we need help with that.”
He grins wolfishly and cups the back of your head, bringing your lips to his as he kisses you slowly. His lips never fail to take your breath away as they move against your own, molding perfectly together as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Pleasant tingles are going from your scalp to your toes as you swipe your tongue against his.
“Mmmm,” Eris growls, his hands grasping your hips while you teasingly grind down onto him. You were surprised at how wet you were already becoming, feeling the wet spot growing in your underwear. “It’s not nice to tease, little fox.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my lord.” You smile against his mouth, your skin starting to feel clammy as you pull back for a moment. “Are you hot? Like sweaty?”
“I’m a little warm…” He trails off, looking down in surprise to see his white shirt almost completely soaked through. “What the hell?”
“Is it the potion? Is it like an allergic reaction?” You stand, touching the back of your neck which is slick with sweat. “Stars I’m the same way-what is that smell?”
You sniff at the air, trying to find the intoxicating smell that was starting to drive you insane. It was like you were one of his hounds are you bent down over Eris who was still looking down at his shirt, finding the source right at the pulse point of his neck. “Fuck Eris, you smell so good.”
Another warm gush of wetness coated your outer lips and thighs as you licked him from the hollow of his throat to the base of his ear, tasting the mix of pheromones and sweat while he abruptly pushed you off and stood. You felt like you were in a daze as you looked up at him, hurt and confused before you saw what had him freaking out.
Eris’s hair was growing thicker, and coarser, while his body seemed to swell slightly in the muscles and planes of his chest. He raises his hands as you watch his nails become sharper and pointer, almost like claws, as he whispers, “I don’t know what’s happening to me…”
Your eyes trail up as he starts to lick his lips and his teeth, curling his top lip to show off his canines as they also become sharp. His amber eyes turn to gold as he stumbles back, tearing at his clothes until they were scraps on the floor, and unleashing the full change to your view.
“Eris, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” Your tone is full of worry before your mouth drops open at the sight of his bare body, seeing the hair that has grown on his chest, forearms, and thighs, as your gaze finally falls to his cock.
It was already long and thick before but now, with whatever the medicine was doing, it had become even bigger. You could see the veins throbbing as he became hard under your eyes, the head an angry read as it hit just under his belly button. However, that isn’t the most concerning thing as you see a knot form just underneath his dick.
A large, throbbing knot.
“Oh my gods.” You breathe, eyes wide, as you look back into his eyes. The man before you was no longer your Eris, no longer the High Lord of Autumn. No, this was a beast. A red, hungry beast who was watching you like a fox would its prey.
“I’ve never felt like this before…” He growls, even his voice an octave lower and gravelly while he licks his lips and stares at you.
“Like what?” You question breathlessly.
“Like I want to fuck you until you’re overflowing with my cum, your womb stuffed as I drain every last drop into that pretty fucking cunt.”
Before you could fully react to it Eris had stomped over to you and ripped off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor it tatters as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked. You whined loudly, looking up at him as he fisted his cock and slapped it against your cheek roughly. “Suck it, pup. Take this hot, thick dick down your throat like a good girl.”
You opened for him without hesitation, gagging as he rutted into your face until the tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Normally Eris would check in on you before being rough, making sure you were okay, but this wasn’t Eris. He had no qualms about your comfort as he threw his head back and groaned loudly.
And as you took it, as you slobbered all over him, you realized you liked it.
The way he was treating you, the way he smelled, the knot, everything was driving you fucking wild. You were sure you were dripping onto the couch as he used your mouth for his pleasure. It was so hot and you could feel your mind going blank as you lost yourself in the experience.
“That’s it, that’s it, FUCK!” He roared as you played with his knot, moaning around him. “Swallow it so fucking deep, pet. Oh, fuck.”
He was throbbing inside your mouth as you ran your tongue over the veins and the underside of his dick, tasting the salty musk of him before he unexpectedly pulled himself out of your mouth. “Hands and knees, slut. Now.”
Eris stroked himself as you quickly clambered into position on the small couch, wiggling your ass in the air to entice him as he took position behind you. He landed a rough smack on your ass before he started thrusting swiftly, his cock desperately trying to find your hole as you shoved a hand down to try and guide him.
It only took a few seconds before he found his mark and you cried out in pain and pleasure as he speared you down on his member, fucking you like an animal. You tried your best to stay upright but Eris shoved a large hand between your shoulders, forcing your face into the pillows as he grabbed your hips and fucked.
“Such a good little breeding whore,” He praised, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass echoing across the cabin. “Such a perfect cock slut for me to use. That’s all you’re good for, right? All for me?”
“Fuck yeah-” You choke out, turning to look back at him which only spurred him on further. “Just for you, Eris. Only you.”
His claws dug into your skin and you swore you could feel him piercing your skin but you couldn’t care, didn’t care, as he fucked you dumb. Both of your juices were making the wettest, sloppiest noise as it dripped out of you and onto the couch.
You started to rub furiously at your swollen clit, the shockwaves of pleasure overtaking your body as Eris found that spot deep inside of you that had your vision filling with white spots. Moan after moan spilled from your mouth as he chased his release, growling at the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly.
“Cum. Cum for me.” He ordered roughly, dominantly. “Fucking cum all over my cock.”
His words unlocked the gates as you whimpered and cried out his name, your entire body shaking while you hit the best orgasm of your life. You could feel your cum creaming out of you as you buried your face into the pillow, biting down, while he smacked your ass once, twice, and then a third before he stilled inside of you.
The knot was trying to bury itself in your cunt but you were too tight for it to fit which caused massive frustration for Eris as his cum started leaking out of your hole. You winced when he pulled out, yelping when he turned you over to your back and loomed above you.
“You’re wasting it pet,” He tsked, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he came face-to-face with your still-sensitive mound. “Let me fix that for you.”
Your back arched as he took his tongue and started tongue-fucking your abused hole, groaning at the taste of both of your cums mixed together as he desperately tried to fuck it back into you. Both of your hands flew to his head, gripping on for dear life as he moved up to your clit.
He flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue, his nails digging into your thighs as you tried to squirm away. “Nuh uh, little fox. You’re staying here until I’m fucking finished breeding you.” Eris growled, pushing two of his fingers into your needy pussy as he started to stretch you out. “I’m going to make sure you’re nice and stretched out for me, ready to take this knot like a good fucking slut.”
“Eris, please,” You whine, your hips rutting up as your sensitivity turns to pleasure again. “Please, I need more.”
“You need more, pet? Need more of this cock?” Eris taunted, pulling away after slurping more of your juices up. “Open your mouth for me.”
You did so quickly, sticking your tongue out as he appeared above your head and spat into your mouth. It was dirty and disgusting but it made you tighten around his fingers, the vulgarity of it only turning you on even more as he smirked. His fangs poked out from his lips as he said, “Dirty whore, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Enjoying being treated like a breeding bitch?”
Your head bobs up and down but it isn’t enough for him as he thrusts deeper, harder, and grabs your face painfully. He squeezes, pushing your lips together as his upper lip curls back in a snarl. “Fucking say it.”
“Y-yes I enjoy it!” You admit in a high-pitched voice, groaning when he added a third and fourth finger. “I enjoy being your little breeding bitch, it’s all I want, all I need.”
“Is it what you need, pet? Are you ready to take this knot in this tiny little cunt? Ready for me to fuck you until you’re a drooling, cum-filled cocksleeve?” He stares into your eyes, pupils dilated so big you could hardly see the gold anymore as you whine your agreement. “Then turn back around.”
Eris pulls his fingers out and sucks on them while you get back on all fours, waiting for him to mount you. He watches you, contemplating, before he sits down and yanks you backward roughly. You gasp when he holds you up by your hips with ease, lining up his cock with your pussy before sliding you all the way down.
Both of you moan and close your eyes, the angle making him feel ten times deeper as he orders you to ride him. You place your hands on his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life as you roll your hips. It feels otherworldly and with each thrust down, the head of his dick hits your g-spot with a marksman-like accuracy.
“Ooooh fuck, Eris, you’re so deep,” You cry, biting down on your bottom lip as you throw your head back in pleasure. He growls and jerks your chin back down, your eyes flying open as he kisses you passionately.
“Eyes on me, pet. Don’t you dare fucking look away.” He commands, shifting between your fucked out face and the way your cunt swallows him whole. “Such a pretty pussy taking my cock so well, ready to be bred until your stomach is swollen and your tits are leaking.”
The imagery makes you whine while Eris emphasizes his point by bending down to suck on your tits, your nipples extra sensitive as he nips at them with those long canines. You grip the back of his head, feeling the coarse hair between your fingertips as you continue to bounce up and down on his cock.
Already you feel as if you are getting close and he can tell, can feel your walls fluttering around him. What little control he had snaps and he grabs your ass roughly, leaning back on the couch as he starts fucking up into you. The only sound in the room being his animalistic growls and wet fucking.
Pain blossoms in your uterus as he goes deeper than ever, hitting your cervix, but you could care less as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him. You can smell his scent again, feeling his racing pulse, and you sink your teeth into it just as your orgasm starts to come to a crescendo.
The tangy taste of blood in your mouth doesn’t deter you as you scream his name loudly, feeling him bite down on the junction of your shoulder as he roars and buries himself knot deep. It slips in with ease this time, locking you together as his hips keep rutting deep into you.
His cum is as hot as fire as it coats your inside, filling you up until you could see your lower stomach start to bulge out from just how much he was pumping inside you. Eris pulled his teeth out of your skin, blood staining his teeth and chin just as yours was, and pressed your foreheads together.
Both of you were panting like dogs as his thrusts finally slowed until he was completely still, though you could still feel his cock throbbing. He brushed the hair away from your neck gently, whispering your name into your ear while you sagged into him exhaustedly.
“So good, pet, you did so well,” He praised, kissing your temple as you gave him a small smile. “I’m so proud of you for taking it all.”
“Thanks, love.” You whisper while running your fingers down his back lazily. “That was…”
“Amazing?” Eris finished for you, cupping your face gently as you nodded and gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes. “I agree. I guess it was different than everything else we’ve tried.”
“I wouldn’t mind trying it again sometime.” You tease, kissing him for a moment until he pulls back with a knowing smile. “What?”
“Did you think that was it, pet? That I am done with you already?” He tilts his head, running his thumb over your cheek. “No, no, no, no, no. This was just the beginning. I meant what I said about fucking you until the very last drop…and that was just the first pour.”
You gulp, eyes widening, as you feel his knot slowly shrink until it comes out with a wet squelch. Eris smirked as he nuzzled into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent, before whispering, “Time to fill you up again, pet.”
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High Lord!Eris x reader: Servitude[***]
A/N: I’m very split on this fic since I love monsterfucking but I crave dialogue
Summary: The night Beron dies and Eris inherits the Autumn Court throne, he goes a little mad from the sudden surge of power, and needs to work his frustrations out - kind of like Calanmai - and who better than you? You practically stumble straight into his lap
Warnings: reader having a CNC/rape kink?, monsterfucking, exhibitionism, dubcon in parts, it’s not breeding kink but there’s definitely something
You’ve been fantasising for too long, and your scent has shifted.
You sigh, heavily, feeling the familiar heat of arousal lick between your thighs. This was an utterly inopportune moment, couldn’t you have waited at least until you were in the privacy of your own home? Not out in the middle of the woods, and especially not on the court-wide day of mourning—tradition for when a monarch passed.
The news had spread like wildfire through summer-crisped leaves, ravishing the city until there wasn’t a single soul that didn’t know. Now all that was left to see, would be who the power would come to, who would inherit the throne out of Beron’s sons.
Heat is still thrumming beneath your skin, but it’s less prominent. You might get away with sneaking back into the city without someone catching your scent, and cornering you. Maybe hauling you into a side alley, and pushing your clothes away, shoving you against a wall - or maybe they’d bend you over - tearing your underwear from your wet heat—
Shit.
Maybe it would be a better idea to finish yourself off out here, in the woods, where someone’s less likely to find you. Especially at this hour. Your teeth find your lower lip, tugging it with indecision.
Eventually you begin quietly moving deeper into the forest, where the trees were thicker, shrubbery taller and more dense, vines stringing from the branches like limp chains. Everything seems so…erotic. From the mushrooms lining the forest floor, to every root large enough for someone to bend you over.
You swallow, undoing the ties of your cloak, too hot to keep your clothes on, folding it over your arm. If you’re going to do this, you’ll damn well enjoy yourself. You locate a nice little clearing, spotting a tree that looks comfortable enough to perch upon. It’s massive, and you wonder for a moment how many centuries it’s seen—if it’s older than your own people.
Pushing the thoughts aside, you begin stripping off your dress, peeling away layer after layer until you’re utterly bare to the night breeze. You imagine every soft gust of wind is a gentle caress from the elements, touching your skin greedily, wrapping you up. You shiver with delight, the heightened sensitivity of your body as you wrap your cloak over your shoulders—a barrier between your naked heat and the dirt coating the large root you’ve selected.
With a shaky breath, you lean back against the trunk, parting your legs a little, then—to hell with it. You straddle the root, the thick maroon fabric the only thing between your heat and the bark. Slowly, so slowly, you begin winding your hips, eyes rolling as your clit presses into the material.
This is so wrong, and it sends frenetic zaps of energy straight between your spread thighs. Fuck, it feels good.
Your lips part as your slick begins coating your cloak, enabling your hips to glide back and forth as you slowly hump the tree, as if you’re grinding against it’s leg. Like a bitch in heat. Your eyelids flutter, nipples peaking as you cup one of your breasts, fingertips dancing over the sensitive skin as you continue winding your hips. Faster, and faster.
Your body is beginning to move on its own, following an innate rhythm your arousal taps into. Back and forth, back and forth, clit gliding smoothly over your slick cloak, the texture of the bark delicious beneath you.
A breeze lifts, carrying your scent with it, cooling your skin as heat builds in your lower belly.
A twig snaps and you freeze, back curving as you peer through the dark clearing.
There’s nothing to be seen…but you can feel it.
The starving weight of hungry eyes.
You can feel them devouring your body, fucking you senseless in the perceiver’s mind.
Isn’t this just what you wanted? To be seen? For someone to watch as you indulge in pleasure? How many times had you fantasised about that delicious weight of a lustful gaze when you’d left your curtains a little too wide, or when you’d moaned after not fully closing the windows? Now someone is watching, and you dare stop the show?
That won’t do at all.
If they had come to kill you, you’d surely be dead. So they must be here for the performance. And who are you to withhold it?
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The power thrummed beneath his skin, thundering through his body as it ravaged his mind, ripping sense from it’s firmly seated place.
One moment, he’d been calming himself with a midnight stroll through the apple orchards, too tense to sleep, and the next, this power had come crashing down onto him, riding his rationality until it was whipped into submission, yielding to that greater sense.
He’d know what it was the moment it happened, and while he was pleased that it had been passed to him, dread had coiled in his stomach at the pure strength that was now his to control. Eris knew the transformation would be coming any second, and he couldn’t afford to be anywhere near the Court Palace when it happened. Using the limited control he had on his magic, he winnowed deep into the forests surrounding the citadel.
And then he had yielded.
His nails became hooked, growing and sharpening into deadly blades. Canines protrudes from his upper lip, lethal enough to slice with the softest brush. His skin hardened until it was ensconced in scales, rippling with the growth of corded muscle.
Eris no longer moved on his two feet, but four, triple-pronged paws. A mighty tail snicker-snacked behind him as he silently slithered through the undergrowth. Hunting.
He needs to hunt, needs to chase something. Become the predator that has taken over him entirely. Satiate its needs before he can return to his Fae form.
He knows he could become larger, could grow big enough to trample the lush forest that has served his court for years, and that is now his to control, but he manages to keep the power contained. Despite how wildly the magic thrashes and writhes to be set lose.
Almost as if the Mother is urging him on, he catches a scent in the wind. A mouth-watering, dizzyingly appetising scent. So inherently feminine as it wafts to him on the breeze. A growl he doesn’t recognise drags from his throat as he begins tracking it, needing to sink his teeth into whatever it is.
Eris keeps close to the ground as he silently bounds through the dense shrubbery, mighty paws carrying him with lethal quiet. Closer and closer, until he can practically taste that sweet, sweet scent on his rough tongue.
There you are.
The beast inside him hushes, settling into a low crouch, ready to pounce at any second.
For a moment, he’s back in control, watching. And that’s all he does. Watches as you peer around the clearing, trying connect that other presence you feel to a pair of eyes, but you can’t find him. But you know he’s there.
He doesn’t question why you’re out here, or what the hell you’re doing stripped bare in the middle of the forest in the dead of night. All that matters is you’re there, ripe for the taking.
Your hips begin winding over your thick cloak, and he nearly growls with hunger. The sweet scent is coming from you, arousal making him drool as he contemplates how he wants to take you. He doesn’t feel like drawing it out. He wants it now.
And he can tell you’re already close.
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Bushes rustle, but you continue moving, spurred on by the sounds.
Your eyes slide shut, revelling in the pleasure, the heat that’s coiling in your belly. A little longer and you’ll be there. You’ll come undone before that strange set of unknown eyes.
A growl pulls you from your fervour, and you freeze.
An awe-full, terrifyingly great creature prowls forward, long, hooked claws glinting in the moonlight. It’s eyes are slitted, reptilian features crowned by a halo of straight, pointed tusks. The eldritch animal stalks forward slowly, moving with languid grace toward you, and you can see the muscles rippling beneath the tough, scaled skin.
No. It’s not an animal. There’s nothing remotely normal about this creature.
Arousal slams into you.
One look into it’s slash of pupil and you can sense the beastly Fae power thrumming beneath its armoured surface. He’s been transformed.
The beast prowls closer, and you keep utterly still, nipples peaking in the cool night air. A low growl rumbles through the clearing, and you can swear you see its chest vibrate. There’s a sinister gleam in its eye that has something primal in you begging you to bow. To run, or scream.
He snarls, stopping just outside of your reach, leaving you within his.
Maybe he wants you to stop. Maybe he’s the guardian of this forest and is preparing to rip you apart for performing such a sacrilegious act.
Swallowing, trembling, you shift, moving one leg over the root, so you’re practically side-saddle. You aren’t foolish enough to turn your back on the magnificent beast.
“I’m sorry…” you stammer quietly, fear tracing up your spine. His nostrils flare, and he purrs. As if he enjoys your terror. “I didn’t mean any harm…” you beg, softly, nails digging into the material of your palm.
His slitted eyes take you in, peering at your elevated position on the root. His nostrils flare again, and the delicious scent of your fear and arousal twine together, and he needs.
Your breath catches as he noses roughly at your belly, shoving between your thighs, tongue pushing out. Your eyes roll as the Fae creature begins lapping at you, the rough, slick muscle rolling over your clit, and your hips buck. Keep still. The beast seems to command with his eyes, making certain he won’t have to hunt you down now that he’s found you.
A whimper spills from your lips with the forcefulness of his licking, and you nearly topple backward. His head dips, bringing the tusks closer to you, and you grip on desperately. The beast’s head tips back up, and you’re pulled forward, so you’re toppling forward onto the column of his snout.
The Fae bucks his head, hoisting you higher, your thighs spread over the lower bridge of his nose, breasts pressing to the space between his eyes as his tongue fucks into you. A startled moan bursts from your lips as your clit glides across the scales ensconcing his powerful form. Your back curves, allowing him deeper as the hot, rough muscle drives within your sex.
The pleasure crests over you, and you cry, delighting in the delicious sensations being gifted to you. Your hips wind, desperate to ride out the orgasm, and it’s as if his tongue spasms, sending those eye-rolling vibrations to your wet heat.
Panting fills the clearing, along with that deep, beastly purr. He seems satisfied with himself. Until he tilts his head downward, and you slide off his slicked scales onto the ground. You wince with the drop, landing on your ass, before you’re peering up at him.
He prowls closer, until he’s over you, and you’re having to crane your neck to see him. But your eyes catch between his hind paws, and your breath catches. You whimper at the sight of it: he’s hard, his cock widening a little beneath his tip, a pearly bead of come nestled in his slit.
He’s big. Far too big for you.
Fear coils within you as you shift onto your hands and knees, attempting to frantically crawl out from under him, but he pursues with a deep growl. It’s a warning you realise, through whatever unearthly magic he possesses that allows him to make such a drastic transformation.
It’s a warning you don’t heed, too occupied with attempting to escape.
One large paw crushes down into your shoulder, though the pressure lessens when you whine. Instead it shifts to the base of your neck, talons hooking smoothly over your shoulders as if they were fashioned around your bones. You whimper, wriggling desperately as his tail twines around your hips, keeping your ass in the air.
“Please…” you beg, using all your fae strength to push against the creature that will surely wreck you. “Let me go…”
His grip tightens, and it’s then you notice his paws have shifted. Instead of having them end in triple-pronged talons, it’s now five fingers. They’re still much too eldritch to be fully fae, but… You crane your neck to try and get a look at the monster, but it’s difficult. All you can make out is the corded muscle of his arm—not paw.
You whine when his tip presses against your entrance, and you can practically feel that pearly bead of come mix with your own release as he slicks himself up. His tail constricts, pulling your hips back to him, and he pushes in. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan as he fills you up. Big, but not unmanageable—definitely a stretch.
A hiss rips from between your teeth when he moves to draw back, and it stings. You need longer to adjust, you can’t go as you are. He’ll tear you to pieces.
Eris senses your hesitance, the too-tightness of your cunt. He growls impatiently. He’d already prepared you, now he needs you to come to that perfect state of ripeness. He can’t set himself lose until you’re there, ready for him.
The tip of his tail rolls over your clit—it’s the most he can manage in this new body of his, how little control he has over its fine details. His tongue lolls out, and he licks along your neck, purring at the flavour, tasting your arousal.
Heat is already blooming in your lower belly when he begins moving. And when he draws his hips back, to press back in, your back arches with pleasure. This time, when you wriggle against him, you need him deeper, need him to be filling you up, and spilling into you until he’s dripping down your stomach.
It’s like he can sense your desires, as if his senses are so powerful they reveal everything to him. His hips draw back, and he slams into you. If his tail hadn’t been holding you in place, you would have surely been knocked forward. You moan, a deep, needy sound that he replies to in his chest, the noise vibrating against your back.
He picks up the pace, already beginning to pound into you, and it’s as if he wants to you scream, like he needs to hear what he’s doing to you. His hips roll, and the swell of his cock rubs against that sensitive spot inside of you, and you can’t help it.
The short scream tears from your lips, making him snarl in delight, gripping you firmer as he continues assaulting your senses. Your back curves, and you begin to match his pace, pushing back against him.
That white-hot coil tightens in your belly, and your vision blurs.
Eris’ taloned hand leaves your nape, hooking beneath your shoulders as he lifts you upward, your back flush against his warm chest. A shiver runs over you at the mind-numbing contrast: the heat of his chest to the cool whips of midnight air along your front. The rough pads of his fingers dance over your chest, and the tears spill, drip-dropping straight to the earth beneath you.
He grazes your nipples and you think you might fracture beneath the pleasure he’s subjecting you to, how his cock keeps abusing that one spot over and over and over. His tail rubbing over your clit while his fingers warm your breasts.
There’s nothing you can do to prevent it as the pleasure against crests, more powerful than last time. Your whole body trembles as your muscles seize and spasm, cunt fluttering around him wildly as you lose yourself in the frenzied washes of euphoria.
Eris feels your delight, feminine satisfaction tinting your scent as you come, and he feels himself release.
You moan sharply, suddenly, feeling as his come shoots into you, cock spilling precious pleasure inside your wet heat. You can feel it, feel the light pressure in your lower abdomen as he fills you up, so thoroughly that he’s dripping down your stomach before he’s finished.
He gives you so much.
You’re panting, breathless, feeling like you’ll never need again if you have him. So deliciously male.
Above you, he sighs heavily. The strain has lessened, and he feels himself beginning to revert back into his old self. His arm remains hooked beneath your chest, but his tail releases you, shrinking away as scales melt into skin, tusks transforming to long, silky locks of hair that cascade over your shoulders, tickling you slightly.
You gasp, indulging in the soft press of his skin, hand gripping his wrist, wanting to keep touching him. His hips draw back, and you whine from how empty you feel, but you manage to shift onto your back, taking in the male who just ravished you.
He’s beautiful. Magnificent grace radiating from him, and you know you wouldn’t be able to escape him if you wanted to.
He’s tired, eyes half lidded from the effort of keeping the sudden surge of power contained, but he’s managed. And it’s his now.
Fire blazes in his gaze as he takes his female in—you. He can feel the warmth from your skin, hand cupping your jaw, talons shrinking to elegant nails. You tip your head, and he takes you, mouth slanting over your own as he carefully pries your lips apart.
You moan, arms snaking over his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips as you kiss him fervently. Your eyes slide shut, allowing him inside, wet heat lapping against your tongue and you grip him tightly.
You won’t let him escape either.
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Hi:) after reading your Lorcan x chubby reader ff I've been wondering if you could write an Eris x chubby reader where he literally worships her?
so I assumed that by literally worshipping, you meant full body worship like smut but if you meant something else lmk I'll see what I can do
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Eris x Reader
Warnings: smut below the cut, body image issues, body worship, oral f!receiving, overstimulation, p in sex, not proofread
You strode into your bedroom in a whirlwind of emotions, angry and upset from the events of the evening. It was often that your mate’s role required the two of you to attend formal events such as tonight’s ball - and typically you quite enjoyed them - but tonight pushed your limits.
You had been fitted for a gorgeous new dress that made you feel incredible, elated to show off to Eris when you left for the night. He said that you looked beautiful, but you had been hoping for a stronger reaction, and then you arrived at the ball. Beautiful fae females were everywhere - tall and slender and elegant, how fae typically were. The standard of beauty were those elongated features and slim figures, and looking down at your full figure and accentuated curves, it was difficult to acknowledge your natural beauty for what it was, but rather you saw yourself as “other.”
Holding back tears, you threw your shoes off and towards the corner as you struggled to untie the laces on the back of your dress. Eris arched an amused brow as he watched you, until your fingers gave up on fumbling with the ties of the dress and you let out a frustrated cry. You hung your head in your hands as Eris approached you, now aware of your emotions as he carefully put his hands on your shoulders.
He placed a kiss to your temple, moving around to face you as he pulled your hands away from your face to look into your eyes. Eris searched your face with concern as he gently asked, “what is it, little love?” Your lower lip wobbled and shoulders slumped as you looked down at yourself - the curve of your hips and stomach visible in your dress. The same curves you loved at times, now haunting you merely because they were different from everyone else.
Eris tracked your gaze, watching as your hands gripped the skin around your hips. His eyes flashed with an intense expression as he pulled your hands away, holding your wrists with one of his hands above your head. You gasped at the exposed feeling, attempting to squirm away from his hold, but Eris had a firm grip on you.
His gaze turned predatory, eyes darkening as he ran his free hand down your body, over your breasts and hips, until a single finger trailed across your hip, hovering over where you ached for his touch. Your breathing grew heavy, coming in pants - Eris harshly grabbed your ass as he spun you around, bending you over the mattress and groaned at the sight of you. “How can you possibly not see how beautiful you are?” he growled out, grinding his hard length against you as he leaned forward, dragging his teeth along your earlobe as he made quick work of loosening the ties on your dress.
Eris pulled you back up so that you were flush against him, the silky fabric of your dress pooling at your ankles so that you were naked against his fully clothed form. He angled your head to provide himself easy access to mark your neck, biting and sucking the skin until he reached your collarbone. He licked along the bone, murmuring against your skin, “you were the most beautiful female in that room tonight. Every male couldn’t take his eyes off of you. I almost burned several of them.”
You sighed at his touch, body betraying you as it arched into him. “You certainly didn’t seem impressed by me earlier,” you managed to breathe out. Eris pulled back for a moment, hand gripping your jaw to look at him as he leaned down, tugging your lower lip in between his teeth before whispering against your mouth, “ah, then I guess I should spend my evening impressing upon you, shouldn’t I?”
With anyone else, you would find that challenging question sweet - but with Eris, you knew that you had signed yourself up for a long night.
Three orgasms later, you were writhing on the mattress, struggling against Eris’s firm hold as his fingers curled against your walls, eliciting embarrassing sounds from your wet center as he sucked harshly on your clit. You mewled, head swimming as you struggled to stay coherent under his overstimulation. Your head lolled against the sheets as you pleaded, “Eris, please, I-“ only to be cut off by your own moan. What you were begging him for, you could no longer remember, in a haze as Eris continued to murmur praises - everything he loved about you, your body, your heart, your mind - against your clit while he worked you skillfully towards your fourth orgasm.
Legs shaking, you came screaming his name, vision blacking out as you struggled to catch your breath. You registered Eris crawling over you, his arms bracketing on either side of your head as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. Eris sucked your own tongue between his lips, and you gasped as you bucked against him, feeling his hard arousal still confined in his pants.
You eagerly reached for the ties of his pants, needing to have him inside of you despite your exhaustion. Eris groaned, his head dipping into the crook of your neck as you took his length out of his pants and rubbed his tip against your core. You wrapped your legs around him, urging Eris into you. You both moaned at the feeling as he settled inside of you, and you took this time to kiss all over his face and neck, letting Eris know how much you adored him as well.
He made love to you slowly, making eye contact as he reveled in your expressions at each thrust. Eris finished with a groan, rolling onto his back as he pulled you into his side, the both of you completely spent from too much pleasure. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and angled your chin to look at him once more. “Do not ever doubt your beauty, little love. I love you, because you are like no one else. There is no one like you, and you are mine, as I am yours.”
With that, Eris pushed off the mattress to prepare you a bath, where he repeated the parts of your body that he loved as he washed you, and you fell asleep in the loving arms of your mate.
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nipple play with eris pls him squeezing and using his fire PLEASE I BEG OF YOU
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“stay still.”
although eris’ voice was slightly muffled, you knew that it was a warning rather than a demand and your constant squirming instantly came to a halt.
“there’s my good girl.” he chuckled. “now, stay still… unless you would like to suffer the consequences of your disobedience again, little one?”
you whimpered out a reply, flinching away softly at the mere mention of another method of pain being inflicted to your aching nipples, causing the male to grin at your fear.
chuckling cruelly, eris raised his face from the crook of your neck and turned his head to the side, nudging you with his nose once before licking a long, slow stripe up your damp cheeks. you screwed your eyes shut as a whine left your dry throat, the noise making the high lord pinch at your nipples harder.
when a soft sob left your lips from the sharp pain of his heated fingertips closing around your sensitive and sore buds, eris felt his cock twitch in excitement from the lewd noise.
“i find your sounds absolutely amusing, love.” he breathed against your cheek. “both when you’re in pleasure..”
suddenly, the painful squeeze of his torturous fingers had been released, but before you could let out a sigh of relief, his thumbs grazed over top of the overly sensitive buds softly, gently as if to soothe the ache.
you let out a soft cry at the euphoric feeling of the warm pads of his thumbs as they stroked your hardened nipples back and forth.
“and pain.”
you furrowed your brows as he practically growled his words, opening your mouth to interject the offer but as usual, he had beat you to the punch.
his palms laid flat against your breasts, a loud smack sounding as he harshly landed his heavy hands oon your chest, completely disregarding the flinch and hiss that left your body at the stingy contact.
“s-so mean…” you pouted, your lip wobbling as you avoided looking at your mate— who smirked devilishly at your meek reaction.
eris found your pouty and sensitive nature to be rather amusing, especially during harsh punishment that he knows you don’t deserve— yet he can’t help but not feel bad about the corruption of his darling wife.
“oh?” a brow lifted in curiosity as he took hold of your wobbling chin and forced your teary gaze back to him. as his eyes met with your glossy ones, his cock twitched once more. “is that right, dove?”
for a moment, you contemplated if answering him would be a good idea or not. the way his eyes burned into yours with a flame that danced along his pupil made your stomach churn with hunger, and calling him out on his cruel behavior would certainly fuel that flame…
but on the other hand, an extra punishment for calling him ‘mean’ would certainly be in your near future.
after a few moments of silence, that eris deemed we’re too long, he tapped his thumb against your cheek impatiently.
“yes…” you whispered, nearly too soft for the fae to hear you.
a mischievous look danced in his iris as a small, throaty groan left his throat. he leaned in until your noses were touching, causing your lashes to flutter shut and your anxiety to spike at the intimating proximity of him right now. a sigh left his lips before he stroked your cheek gently.
“you’re going to regret that, little one, because i can be even meaner.” 
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miguel o’hara x wife! reader
guys… i just wanna rub his back 🥹 (this small fic is solely for my self-pleasure lmao)
LIKE LOOK AT HOW BROAD AND WIDE AND I COULD JUST CLIMB HIM— but anyways, waking up miguel with back rubs cuz i know he needs them desperately.
suggestive themes under the cut
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you groaned awake, eyes fluttering open as the morning sun shined through the bedroom. you grumbled, feeling a warmth beside you as you groggily lifted your head up with a surprise awaiting. a sleeping surprise actually.
miguel was sleeping next to you, stomach down and arm wrapped around his pillow, amusingly you cocked to your side, surprised to see your husband is actually sleeping beside you. knowing him, you had guessed he’d be at his lab last night, sleeping in usual by that small couch he placed in it. you weren’t utterly disappointed that he’s like this, he’s a busy man, a busy man with a lot of work going on in his life than most. you smiled sleepily, admiring the way how relaxed he is, light snores coming out of his mouth. and how his bare tan back was deliciously being glistened by the lovely sunlight.
god, you’re certainly awake now as his muscles flexed suddenly as he moved in his sleep, head moving to the other side to face you. your heart fluttered, finally seeing his face, yet you frowned a bit seeing his eye bags were more sunken than last week and his face seemed more paler than usual. you sighed, guessing he came home more tired than usual. you glance wearily at the digital clock, seeing it was almost noon, you guessed both of you overslept a bit. you yawned, stretching, your tank top scrunched up a bit as you giddily glided your hand to touch his back, wanting to slowly arouse him from his sleep to join you for brunch.
“mhmm…” he groaned a bit, thick brows of his scrunching cutely. you silently chuckled, moving your body to sit up as you softly rubbed circular motions on his broad back. you hoped your touch wasn’t that cold as you felt him shift again before he continued snoring.
“miguel… wake up. ‘s almost lunch time.” you softly whispered, kissing his shoulder as you continued rubbing up to his deltoids. your hand wasn’t that big to completely rub each part of his muscled back, he was big, big in all sizes, which you love about him. even in height he towered over you, mostly you love the way you’d grip his back, loving the feel of it when you’re under him. you bit your lip, a little flustered now how frisky you are just by watching your husband sleep. you can sense him finally waking up, you kissed the back of his neck, pressing your body on his as you snuggled against his side until his arm suddenly pulled you in closer, engulfing in his embrace, making you giggle. the scent of him covering your nose as you sighed happily.
“too early, hermosa.” miguel grumbles as he squints his eyes open to see you. you kiss the tip of his chin, wrapping your arm around his waist as you rubbed more circles on his back, making him groan in pleasure.
“that feel good, honey?” you whispered sweetly, nuzzling your nose on his neck. his arm shifted, hand now moving along the expanse of your thigh, gripping your bare flesh, your sleep shorts riding up, making you squeeze your legs at the feel of his rough calloused fingers.
“yeah, yeah, i’m awake.” he chuckles tiredly, the pupils of his eyes dilated as he ducks down to kiss you. you moan, feeling a little helpless as he moves to tower over you, making you forget what you woke him up for as he kisses down to your neck. grinding his hips to yours, the clock turning to almost 12:00 as he gently bites down.
it was a good way to start the morning though.
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domestic bliss i love it
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So, here is my humble request 👀:
Reader is afab Illyrian, got her wings clipped (because we hate this tradition that’s why and because I am too much into enemies to lovers) and the Bat Boys consider her something close to a little sister.
When Eris was making a deal with the NC to get their help to kill Beron and that shit, his bond snapped with reader.
Obviously problematic for him because he has been insulting Illyrians since his mom popped him out about 500+ years ago.
So…bonus points for: smut obvs.- go as filthy as you like, Lucien absolutely mocking Eris for FUMBLING desperately to get his charm going, reader being oblivious.
I hope this sparks some ideas and creativity 🥰🤞🏻
Would That I -- Part 1
A/n: This was too good not to make into a multi-part fic, so expect more soon. Smut will be coming!
Pairing: Eris X Illyrian!Reader
Warnings: Allusions to smut, pining, mentions of mental health
Word Count: 3,638
Summary: You hate him. You hate the very thought of him. And yet he's your mate. The Mother has a cruel sense of humour.
Part 2 Part 3
Fury rippled through your body like a forest fire. You were livid. And Cassian had the nerve to laugh at you. Well, stifle a laugh. Rhysand was watching him with a worried look as he tried to give him a silent warning to stop. This progressed to warning him mind to mind when you got up from the sofa, flinging a pillow so far it almost landed into the fireplace. Azriel flinched.
“Him!?” You seethed, finally breaking the silence you had kept since your return from that damned High Lord meeting. Cassian snorted softly and you rounded on him with a deathly calm. Rhys made a small noise in the back of his throat.
“Is this funny to you, brother? I’m shackled to that evil, pompous, ginger-haired freak and you’re laughing?” His smile had dropped and a look of fear was quickly overcoming his rugged features. You stepped closer to him, your finger in his face. “Don’t sleep too deeply tonight.”
Rhysand cleared his throat.
“Look, this doesn’t have to be the end of the world. You don’t have to accept the bond. We can make sure you never see him again.” The bond snarled through you at that and you growled.
“Sure Rhys, because you were so calm when you found out Feyre was your mate.”
His brow furrowed.
“So you want to be with Eris?” The name seemed to physically disgust him. Azriel scoffed, abruptly rising from the sofa and marching out of the room. Cassian eyed the doorway in his wake. You turned to Rhys.
“No!” You groaned in frustration, pacing up and down on the carpet like a caged animal. Cassian’s eyes darted between Rhys and you. Finally deciding to break things up he manhandled you into a hug. You fought it for a few moments, before giving up and collapsing into your brothers embrace, hot angry sobs wrenching through you. Rhys took this as his cue to leave, and winnowed—probably to his office—out of the room. Cassian rubbed soothing circles on your back, careful to avoid your wings that were ever more sensitive after the clipping.
You were clipped at thirteen, which is how you had come to live with the three brothers. In Windhaven, they clipped your wings the day you started your cycle. Once grounded there was no escaping your duties, nor any chance to leave the camp. Unless, of course, you had grown close with the High Lord’s son, who had a mother with a habit of collecting strays.
You were there through all of it, the highs, the lows, and Morrigan’s tumultuous relationship with one Eris Vanserra. The male you were now mated to.
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In the Forest House, Eris was pacing. His throat was still sore from the memory of Azriel’s scarred hand, and his cheek burned from the slap that had earned him from his father. But all of that had been overshadowed. He knew as soon as he saw you. His heart had lurched in his chest so hard he had thought he might throw up. You were the most beautiful female he had ever laid his eyes on. And of course, you were from the Night Court. The Mother truly did have a cruel sense of humour.
You had walked in, looking as arrogant as the rest of them, sharing a secret smile with the shadowsinger before sitting down next to the High Lord. Eris, next to his mother, couldn’t rip his eyes from you. Your doe eyes, sharp and intelligent captured his attention first. He wanted nothing more than to get lost in them, to find out everything about you: What you liked to read, your favourite food, how best to pleasure you and have you screaming his name. He was pulled from his fantasies by your wings. Cauldron, your magnificent wings. Their beauty stole breath from his lungs as they unfurled, getting comfortable on the chair. You had smiled at Feyre, warm and supportive, and Eris knew he was utterly lost.
He finally stopped his pacing, locked inside his room, and sat down on the edge of his bed. He sat there, holding his head in his hands until he heard the scratch of claws at the door. Getting up with a weary sigh, he opened it only to be knocked to the ground by his oldest and most loyal smokehound.
“Cheddar.” He chided as she licked his face excitedly. “Cheddar Biscuit.” He said, sternly, and she leapt off of him, waiting by the door expectantly.
“Yes alright, I suppose it’s time for a walk.” Cheddars tail thumped faster against the door frame and Eris couldn’t help the smile that grew. “Go and fetch your brothers and sisters then.” He said, grabbing the leashes off the wall. A walk was one way to clear his mind.
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As you had predicted, Rhys was holed up in his office when you went looking for him. He barely looked up at you as you entered.
Rhysand’s office was always meticulously organised, but as you came up behind his chair you noticed how messy his desk had become. Letters and notes were piled on every inch of space, his childhood stuffed bat sitting atop one pile as a makeshift paperweight.
He loosed a breath.
“We are going to war, Y/n.” He said quietly, and any thoughts of Eris Vanserra eddied from your mind. Rhys looked up at you with bloodshot eyes. Guilt coursed through you for ever caring about something as trivial as a mating bond when you and your brothers were set for battle. You had only just got Rhys back from under the mountain, only to potentially lose him again.
“Is it certain?” You asked, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Is Cass--?”
“Leaving for Windhaven by first light.” He answered.
“Ok.”
Rhys turned, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He knew what you were thinking, though you wished you weren’t.
“Eris is an awful male, Y/n. You know I could never support the bond between you. Azriel is...well, I’m sure you already know.”
You did. The moment he had stormed out of the room you had known this was the beginning of a negative spiral for Az. Not to mention the upcoming war. You stood up straight.
“That being said.” Rhys continued. “Eris is ensuring Autumn allies with us against Hybern. There is a certain political advantage to the match.”
You scoff.
“Like there was with Mor?” Rhys turned green. “What did Eris bargain for in return for Autumn’s support? What did you trade away, Rhys?”
Rhysand looked every bit five centuries old when he turned to you.
“Our support in his bid for the throne. Whenever that may be.”
Hatred for the male burst anew in your gut, fiercer still now that you were mated to him.
“That power hungry bastard.” You spat.
Rhysand sighed.
“He could never deserve you, starlight. I will make sure that he never sees you again. I will not lose another sister.”
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It wasn’t until midnight that you saw Azriel. The last of your brothers to approach you. He let himself into your room, waking you, tattered blanket draped around his shoulders. Rhys’ mother had sewn it for him years ago, before you had come to live with them. It had helped him through many hard nights. So much so that it was threadbare and faded. Rhys had enchanted it not to break further as a solstice gift one year.
You sat up worried.
“Az? Are you ok? You didn’t—”
“No,” He assured, and you relaxed against the pillows, “I’m ok.”
You shuffled over in your bed to make space for him, and he laid next to you, blanket over the both of you.
“I hate him.” He said into the darkness. “I hate what he did to Mor. I hate everything he stands for. I will not let him have you.” He declared.
You snuggled up to your eldest brother.
“I don’t know why you all seem convinced I’m going to somehow fall for this prick.” You said, and he snorted. “I hate him as much as you do.”
Azriel tucked you under his arm.
“I know.” You smiled tiredly, somehow understanding the words Azriel left unsaid. The words Rhys had been able to express. Azriel’s shadows settled over your heart, confirming, and the two of you fell asleep.
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Months later, Eris sat in a tent, head between his legs to stop from throwing up. Thousands were dead. Thousands more were surely destined to die. Two of his brothers, and his mate, fought on the battlefield.
He only had a moments warning before he was violently sick into a bucket.
Asher, his youngest brother before Lucien, chose this moment to enter his tent unannounced, scowling at the sight of Eris hunched over and retching.
“Can’t handle the bloodshed, brother?” He teased, though he sat next to Eris and put a warm hand on his shoulder. The gaping wound on his neck was healing quickly, as it should with the High Lords power coursing through his veins, but the sight of it set Eris off again. He heaved into the bucket, choosing to ignore the gagging sound Asher made.
“Eris you need to pull yourself together. Father is only a tent over.”
Eris rolled his eyes.
“Just show me your plans, Ash.”
“I don’t know, maybe I’m better off keeping them to myself, seeing as you’re battlesick.” Asher grimaced when Eris finally sat up and pushed the bucket away from him.
“Asher.” Eris’ voice held all the command of General, and eldest brother. Asher groaned petulantly as he handed over the plans.
In Eris’ opinion, not that Beron took any heed, Asher should never have taken on as much responsibility in this war. After Ceres had died, Ash had taken over as Eris’ right hand. Ceres had been more naturally suited to the role, Beron’s bloodlust had run as deep as his bones, and he had a sharp mind for strategy. Eris still mourned the boy he had raised—a quick witted, chess loving, boisterous child—but he had to accept, he had lost Ceres long before he had died. And Eris wasn’t keen on losing anyone else. Asher wasn’t comfortable with a sword, the gash in his neck clear evidence, and he had a wife and child that weakened his resolve. This is what Eris had to work with. And he had a job to do.
He let Asher discuss his plans, though he was unable to rip his mind from providing a hundred different ways that he could die, that Ash or Lucien could die, that you could die.
It took every ounce of training ingrained in him not to falter in his attack the moment he had caught sight of you, fighting your way through the onslaught, Mor by your side. Cauldron, you were ethereal. Your silken wings were spread as if they could carry you into the air, though he had long since guessed that they could not. You cut through your enemies with a frightening ease. Catching his eye, you hesitated just a second, then your face had turned to rage and the next Hybern soldier to cross your path had been beheaded so brutally that even he had to avert his gaze.
When he had looked back up, you were gone, lost in the chaos.
Asher sighed,
“You’re not listening.” He said, and Eris had the decency to feel bad. He looked at Ash wearily.
“Come back in the morning. I’ll be more attentive.” Ash just peered at him over his notes.
“It’s her isn’t it. It’s Y/n.”
“Yes.” Eris said, lacking the energy to lie.
“She’s Night Court. She’s not one of us. One day you’ll find a nice Autumn girl to marry and when you’re High Lord she can pop out a few Autumn court babies.”
“She is my mate.” Eris growled.
“Mate’s aren’t always meant to be Eris. It’s only a biological match, not a political one. When you find an Autumn Court lady you’ll wonder why you ever spent time worrying over some Night Court harlot.” Eris snarled, despite himself. His brothers words were wrenched straight from Beron’s throat and he wouldn’t stand for it. Not from Asher. Not from his kind, loving Ash.
“Get out.” He said. Asher looked surprised, and—Eris was pleased to see—ashamed. He made no moves to leave, so Eris repeated himself, sharper this time.
“Get out.” He snapped, “Come back in the morning with more sense.”
Asher, chastised, fled from the tent, and Eris buried his head in his hands. What use was there protecting you from his brothers when it was certain your own said the same about him. There was no denying the cruel twist of fate the Mother had pulled on the both of you, destined to crash and burn. He imagined you in your own tent, laughing at the thought of him speared on another males sword. Mor sat next to you whispering all the terrible things he had done that day, terrible things to twist your mind and poison the very notion of him. He was too late, he was nothing but soot in the deep pit of your heart, choking the both of you.
He felt blindly for the bond, and found it, rotten.
---
The war was over, but the scars it had left were red raw and bleeding. Rhys had died. Your brother. The one who had sheltered you, loved you, given you a home and a family for a few agonising minutes had been gone. Gone. And yet that Cauldron damned bond had been chafing in the back of your mind. You sat in your bedroom riddled with guilt as it plagued your mind. Eris. Eris. Eris. He infested your mind, your senses, you were consumed by the very thought of him.
Walking through the streets of Velaris had started to feel claustrophobic, being around anyone beginning to suffocate you. You felt safer on your own. Recently you had taken to sheltering in your room, only emerging to eat. Your brothers eyed you with poorly concealed worry every time you walked, ghostlike, through the house, shuffling to the kitchen to fix a plate of leftovers then retreat hastily to your safe space.
Nesta was struggling too, after the war. It had left its scars in all of you. You could feel Cassian’s heart breaking the day Rhys sent her away with him, but all you could think about was whether your brother would do that to you. You thought you knew the looks he gave you.
Disgust.
What use was a flightless Illyrian female, who couldn’t train, couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He was dead. Rhys was dead. And then he wasn’t. Why were Seren and your mother not afforded the same luxury. You grieved, and cried, and screamed. It truly was a sick thing, to use to the miracle of Rhys’ living to guilt yourself into believing there was hope for them. But then, everything in your mind had twisted of late.
Nesta began training. Nesta began healing. And you were stuck in your room.
Every morning without fail, Azriel came to check on you. He stroked your hair until you woke up, then retreated when you once again rejected his invitations to join them. The Valkyries, they were calling themselves. You would have been proud of Nesta if you could feel anything anymore.
Occasionally, you could feel a light tug on the bond, on the shackles that kept you bound to Eris. The first few times you had thrown up. Now it was little more than an annoyance. You were his dog, disobediently pulling your leash as you fell further and further into nothingness. His face in your mind was as cold as it had been on the battlefield as he yanked you back, choking you. You spluttered. Standing weakly, you made your way down to the kitchen, setting water on the stove to boil.
“Sister.” Cassian’s voice rang out behind you and you flinched, dropping your teaspoon. He bent to pick it up and set it down on the counter. “Azriel says you’ve been ignoring him. You’ve been ignoring all of us.”
You shrugged, the familiar pang of guilt squeezing your chest, making it difficult to breath. You braced both hands on the counter top, taking a ragged breath. Cassian was beside you in a heartbeat, holding you in his arms.
“Y/n, I’m worried about you. We all are.” He squeezed you closer to him, closer than you had allowed anyone in months. “Come and stay with Nes and I. Az is a terrible chaperone, and I need to see you. You could be wasting away down here and I wouldn’t know until it was too late.”
You shook your head, though you no longer knew why you resisted him. Your body melted against him, muscle memory taking over as he enveloped you in his wings. You swore you heard him sniffling as you hugged him back.
“Please, y/n.” He said, voice shaking. It didn’t take much more convincing.
A few days later, Rhys was helping you unpack your bags in your new room in the House of Wind. You took the room next to Azriel, who—Cassian had explained—was falling into bad habits again: Not eating, not sleeping, waking up in a cold sweat when he did finally drop off. Cassian wasn’t doing as well as he wanted you to believe, either. Twice in the following week you woke up to find him taking things from your room. And once, when you had floated downstairs in a miserable haze, you found him throwing up in the kitchen sink, an empty plate that had once held a batch of Elain’s cookies sitting on the table.
Nesta had dragged you to Valkyrie training a few times, and whilst you were beyond their current skill level, it had taken your mind off of things. Cassian’s eyes gleamed with pride everytime Nesta mastered an attack or a block. He touched her affectionately, he teased her, he lingered as she passed to breath in her scent. Watching them together was as painful as it was sweet. How simple love could be.
Would that you could be half as lucky.
Slowly you were emerging from your shell. You could smile again. Nesta invited you to read with her and the Valkyries, and in the silence you found firm friendship. Emerie was a gift from the Mother herself. You bonded instantly, both of you clipped, grounded, but neither broken. Many late nights were spent talking, about books, your brothers, or about Eris. Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn knew little of the Autumn prince, but you appreciated their outside perspective on the bond. It was still a bitter taste in your mouth, but it was becoming more bearable with each passing week.
---
There was a ball approaching in the Hewn City and Rhys had asked Nesta to attend. Not long after, she asked you to join her.
“I can’t do this alone, Y/n, please.” She said one night, sitting at the end of your bed. You bit your lip, unsure.
“Eris will be there.” You said.
“I’ll be the one dancing with him. Rhys wants him falling madly in love with me. He won’t look your way, I promise.” Nesta said. You knew she meant well by that. You had never wanted him anywhere near you before. But something about her oath left a sting. You frowned, which she took to mean you were still unconvinced.
“Please, Y/n. My sisters will be there, Rhys will be there. I’m not ready to face them all on my own, not yet.”
And so you found yourself stood atop the stairs the following week, draped in a black dress with a slit so high up one side your whole leg was practically exposed. The back scooped so low the dimples at the bottom of your spine peeked over top. You were devastating. Death in midnight silk. Rhys’ smile was that of pure brotherly pride as you walked down the steps, your hair pinned in braids and curls.
Nesta stole your breath away as she appeared in the hallway, but it wasn’t your gaze she sought out. You looked towards Cassian and could have sworn he was drooling. Eris would be blind-sided by her, of that you had no doubt.
In the Hewn City, they danced like lovers. Nesta as dangerous in the ballroom as she had become on the training grounds. Every move was calculated, every parting of her lips a dance of the mind, designed to ensnare Eris in her dastardly web. Eris was caught. And you burned.
Standing next to Azriel, heat rolled off you in waves. He took a step towards you, perhaps to offer you a drink, but found something in your eyes to make him change his mind. You hadn’t taken your eyes off of Eris all night. He was sinful. A courtier and a Prince. His hair pooled over his shoulders, one strand to the front neatly braided. You reminded yourself that this was the male that left your cousin for dead at his Court border. Biting your lip, your mind wandered to see yourself lying prone beneath him as he stood, smile widening, cock hardening in his—
“Get me a drink.” You ordered Az. He raised an eyebrow.
“What’s the magic word.”
“Azriel.” You growled, and he turned on his heel. Your eyes stayed pinned on Eris as he led Nesta across the dancefloor in a tantalizing waltz. His gaze finally met yours, and you saw a fraction of surprise before his emerald eyes darkened. He licked his lips, eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, and pressed a kiss to Nesta’s neck.
A/N: I have to thank @fandomsmultiverse for talking to me and giving me about 100 ideas to flesh this story out, I really hope you like it! There will be a part 2 coming soon! I wouldn't just leave you on a cliffhanger like that. We will see more of Eris and Reader interacting, and maybe.....some smut...
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