#day 2: firsts

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Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: Eris had Rhysand go through lots of trouble to deliver Autumn Court freshly baked goods to the House of Wind to prepare for his visit. Too bad Rhysie had to go through all that work when Azriel’s ass ended up being so much more delectable.

A/N: Hello loves, this is a smutty drabble of Eris eating ass for the first time, and Azriel having his ass ate for the first time for @sjmprideweek Day Two: Firsts

All 1.2k slutty words are below the cut, I hope you enjoy 😘🫶

Forgotten flaky cheese pastries and deep mugs of oolong tea decorated the shellacked slate table in the center of the vast dining room. Azriel’s shadows delicately moved the meal to the side, complicit in Eris’s change of the breakfast menu.

Eris always appreciated those freaky fucks.

As Eris’s knees hit the ground with a soft thud, he pulled Azriel’s leather pants over the swell of his toned ass. He bit the fat of his left cheek, savoring the yelp the Shadowsinger couldn’t hold back.

He also just liked Azriel’s ass–always bouncing slightly as he walked, the small jiggling rebound after receiving an admonishing slap or appreciative spank and the glorious applaud he always got when Eris fucked him from behind. Just a wet clap, clap, clap that put a smile on his face and made his balls tighten with lust.

He let his cold rings bite into Azriel’s spread, fleshy cheeks, smirking at the pretty shiver he pulled from Azriel’s toned, arched body. He blew gently against Azriel’s fluttering hole, chuckling at the muffled whimper Azriel tried covering with his elbow.

“Oh don’t hide away, darling. Why allow me the honor of having such an intimate part of you if I can’t hear you scream when I take it?” Eris asked with an amused and rhetorical tone.

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I knew ass eating involved so much talking.”

“Liar.” Eris knew oh so entertainingly well that Azriel was enjoying his... oh what’s a demure way to put it? Verbal appetite… by the way his cock twitched when Eris called him darling and, more predictably, when Eris mentioned Azriel’s penchant for screaming. Or perhaps Azriel was aroused that Eris was making his intentions clearer than he typically did.

Azriel, the glorious brat that he was, shoved his ass back against Eris’s hands, bonking his hole sloppily against Eris’s nose.

Eris huffed and nipped the taut, sensitive skin between Azriel’s right thigh and cheek, licking the pain away softly before trailing his hot tongue towards Azriel’s clenching hole.

Eris had eaten out females before, many times for many hours– till the pretty, petite fae were writhing, shrieking and sopping as Eris had his unrelenting time boinking his tongue deep into their squelching cunts.

But he’d never tasted a male’s hole before, let alone someone as discreet and private as the Shadowsinger–now only an inch from Eris’s starved tongue. His mouth watered, and he let the spit pool on the edge of his tongue as he slowly, softly, deliberately pressed the tip of his wanton tongue to circle Azriel’s ever-so-unfurling hole.

Thankfully, Azriel had nothing to compare it to, having never let anyone’s mouth this close to his hole.

He didn’t dip into where he wanted to be- not yet. He repeated the roundabout path, adding more pressure each time, eliciting deeper moans from Azriel at each pass, each time he thought Eris was about to delve in.

They both moaned as Az relaxed enough to allow Eris to slip past the ring of muscle, vastly different to what he’d experienced on his tongue thus far. He may be centuries old but there had never been a partner that he’d ever been close enough with to, well… He curved his tongue slightly and drew a low whine from Azriel.

“Ooh-ahh!” Azriel’s sweet moan broke into a throaty groan as Eris’s tongue pushed its way in further, ignoring the moist clenching resistance from Azriel’s ass that was attempting to slow down his expedition.

Eris hummed and distracted Azriel with a tight hand on his hard dick, squeezing his wet fist around Azriel’s cock that was noticeably, amusingly, twitching whenever Eris passed over a certain areaaa… there; Azriel’s cock pulsed in his hand and Eris marked that spot in his head.

And then he bullied it, harshly, cruelly, lovingly.

Azriel’s thick thighs twitched around him, sharpening the edges of his lips that were still kissing Azriel’s hole. He pulled his tongue back to Azriel’s contracting rim to briefly collect his thoughts.

Firstly, it was far easier than eating pussy. Not as many folds or possibility of missing marks. And Azriel was so very responsive– his hips tilted in various directions, trying to control where the tip of Eris’s tongue would target.

There’d be none of that.

Eris released his grip on Azriel’s cheek and cock to hold his hips down, flush against the hard tabletop, trapping Azriel’s cock between his body and the cool surface. A needy yowl rushed out of Az.

“Ah fuck, Eris what? C’mon you were the one who wanted to do this,” Az whined.

“Oh do you not want to be doing this Azriel?” Eris pulled back to coo rhetorically.

“I do! Jus’ wanna come too,” Azriel explained between whimpers as Eris bobbed his head back and forth, pumping his tongue as deep as it could go before pulling back to swish his tongue over Azriel’s entrance filthily, creating a mess he wouldn’t allow Azriel to clean up.

He pooled some more saliva and pushed as many limits as he could, pushing down on Azriel’s lower back, placing pressure on his shaft as he swirled his tongue down to that spot he’d noted, slurping his curved tongue across the velvety anterior wall of Azriel’s begging hole.

“Wanna come, baby? Then go, not stopping you, am I?” Eris taunted, knowing his full body weight crushing his dick would cause some… orgasmic technical difficulties.

“Oh come on Eris, please just jerk me off- I- I think I hear someone.”

Oh, he did.

Cassian and Nesta should be returning from their private training session just about now. Now being three weeks after they found Nesta sat on this very table with her thighs spread out over Cassian’s plate. Eris had been taking his meals in Azriel’s room whenever he was simply too tired to winnow back to Autumn, or on the honest days, when he wanted to hold Azriel in his arms or tuck himself with a novel between his spanning wings.

Azriel, like the torture-device that he is- clamped down on his tongue painfully as the door to the upstairs arena clicked open.

Eris lifted his hands and allowed Azriel to jerk into his fist as he targeted his now bullied sweet spot with his tongue. Azriel came screaming Eris’s name as the startled and sweaty Nesta and Cassian strolled into the heady atmosphere of the room.

“I told you I heard something, Cassian,” Nesta said, exasperated. A hit and an abrupt expulsion of Cass’s breath painted an amusing picture of him getting punched.

Although he was painfully hard, Eris glamoured his length to his typical level of bulge and stood at his own, unhurried pace. He pulled Azriel’s trousers back over his perked ass, neglecting to clean up any of the mess before slapping his now leather-clad booty with a sharp hand.

“Should’ve listened to her, Cass,” Eris said with a grin. Moving to grab one of the chairs and place it behind Azriel who sat gratefully with a plonk, his eyes fluttered shut once he found stability. He rested his scarred palms flat on the table as if he was still dizzy from coming.

Thank you so much @the-darkestminds for beta reading, you are the best ily mami🫂💗

Taggin some sexy Azris babes: @nus4y @jules-writes-stories @astro-h0e-4azris @mistandmemories @mudandmire @chunkypossum @fourteentrout @molcat07 @ninthcircleofprythian @3xolara @irithiadourden @iftheshoef1tz @pippsmcgee @neciebee please lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future smutty drabbles/fics

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(Edit) Yasammy week day 2 :Firsts @yasammyweek

First time drawing eachother, like that one trend on tiktok (and sammys first drawing too, its the progress)

Bonus, a stpid doodle 😛😛 she has her favorites

Bonus, a stpid doodle 😛😛 she has her favorites

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Happy YaSammy week!!

This is the first time I've drawn art for a ship week, so I don't really know what I'm doing, and this didn't turn out the best, but I still wanted to participate in the week :D

This is their first Valentine's Day after being rescued

I used base models for their forms to help me draw but the rest is me. I hope they turned out ok

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Sorry this one was late, I had some errands to run yesterday and an 8 hour shift early this morning. I'll try my best to catch up, but I might be a day late on my prompts.

Day 2: Firsts Rating: G/PG Summary: Sammy attends her first marathon. Fortunately, she has an expert partner to coach her along. 

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"Ready for this, Sammy?" Yaz asked, reaching down to touch her toes. Her hair was done up in a tight bun, preventing any loose strands from obscuring her vision. Sammy had ditched her boots for a nice pair of pink running shoes; courtesy of her amazing girlfriend. After so long sporting boots, this experience felt foreign. It was far more practical for running at least.

Sammy quickly copied her action as Yaz continued to lead her through the stretching exercises. "Ready as I'll ever be," She smiled. This would be the first time since Nublar that she would be running such long distances. And, it was the first time Yaz had done anything akin to track since the island. Plus, it was fundraising for the local hospital in Yaz's district. All around, this would be a fun time. She was thrilled to be able to partake in an experience and hobby that was close to Yaz's heart. She just hoped she could keep up!

"Alright. You know the basics. Conserve your energy until we near the finish. When going downhill, let gravity do the work for you. It'll make your pace far easier, trust me. And don't push yourself too hard. If you need to take a break, we'll take one," Yaz listed, twisting her upper body to loosen her muscles.

"You got it!" Sammy chirped, playfully saluting her. Yaz chuckled and nudged her with her shoulder.

"Runners! To the starting line! We will begin shortly!" A man's voice crackled through a loudspeaker.

Sammy noticed the flame of competition erupt in Yaz's eyes at the announcement. She was so passionate, so confident. Oh, how she wished she had that sense of valor.

Yaz turned her attention onto Sammy and extended a hand. "Ready, cowgirl?"

"Always, track star," Sammy replied, playing up the nickname. Her fingers intertwined with Yaz's and they headed for the starting line.

Sammy's heart beat wildly in her chest as the anticipation began to build. Her first marathon! This was going to be so much fun! 

She was forced to wait-- she hated waiting when she was this excited-- until the announcers dropped the welcome banner and the marathoners took off. Sammy was instantly pulled forward as Yaz shot off like a bullet. She felt like a cartoon character with the way her legs were flailing back and forth.

Yaz glanced over her shoulder and slowed her pace. "Sorry about that. Got a bit carried away," She apologized, her movements deliberate and precise.

Sammy put a bit more pep in her step and took the lead. "Don't tell me you wanna slow down! We've got competition!"

The marathon path snaked through the thinning shops of the town square and out into a lush pine forest. Miniature markers were laid out on the trail, directing them where they should go. Despite the event not being a race per se, the duo kept toward the head of the pack.

They passed by a small blossoming flower field with vibrant daisies. It took Sammy all the self-restraint in the world to not divert off the path and pick a few to give to Yaz. She'd look astonishing in a woven flower crown.

A medial incline was up ahead.

"Remember, Sammy. Let gravity do the work for you," Yaz panted, having vast control over her breathing patterns.

Sammy nodded and powered forward. By the time her and Yaz reached the top, her calves felt like they were on fire. As they descended, Sammy reserved her energy and let motion take hold. The breeze tickled her cheeks as they picked up speed. She couldn't help but laugh, causing Yaz to do the same.

The next locale was to skirt around the edges of a lake. The sand pulled at her feet, a much rougher terrain to balance on and navigate through than hardpacked dirt or concrete. And boy, cannonballing into the water was getting more and more appealing by the second. It was hot. Really hot. Why had they chosen to do this in the summer again?

Sammy wasn't sure how much time had passed when her pace began to slow. She wanted to keep up with Yaz, but her body felt like it was in the process of shutting down all together. With every gulp of air, her chest burned and her throat stung.

"Sammy? Do you need to take a break?" Yaz asked as they crested another hill. She began to slow her own pace.

Sammy shook herself. Come on, Sammy! You can do it!

Maybe she could. From the high vantage point, Sammy could spot the finish line at the bottom of the hill. Several onlookers awaited them, as well as volunteers with numerous water bottles and towels at the ready.

"We're so close. We can't stop now!" She insisted.

"But Sam--"

Sammy released Yaz's hand. Just a little bit further. Her legs felt like jelly and her cheeks burned. The sun was relentless. Was she going to black out?

Yaz suddenly overtook Sammy. She crossed the finish line and spun on her heel. "Come on, Sammy! You got this!" She encouraged, waving her hands. She didn't take Yaz for the cheerleading type, but she sure inspired Sammy.

Yaz was right there! She was waiting for her. Just a few more steps. She could do this, couldn't she? Seeing Yaz standing there, waiting for her, it filled her with hope. Sammy pushed forward with one last burst of energy. Her legs completely gave out from under her and she crashed into Yaz, sending both of them toppling onto the ground.

Sammy blinked, her throat burning and chest heaving as she fought to take in oxygen. Sweat dribbled down the side of her face. She was used to the heat and physical exertion of working on the farm, but she forgot just how taxing running could be. Being chased by dinosaurs had surely lit a fire under her back on Nublar.

Sammy finally snapped back to reality as she moved into a sitting position. Immediately she helped Yaz do the same. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" She immediately began checking her over for any bruises or scrapes that she might have accidentally inflicted upon her. Exhaustion was thrown to the side as her girlfriend's wellbeing was of far more importance; to her at least. She didn't even care her vision was slightly spinning.

Yaz grabbed her hands. "Sammy. I'm fine, really." Her eyes searched Sammy's expression thoughtfully.

Sammy set a hand on her forehead and wiped away the sweat on her brow. Why was she feeling fuzzy?

Yaz leapt to her feet, dashed over toward one of the water refuel stations, and grabbed two ice cold bottles of water. In seconds, she was right by Sammy's side. "Here, drink this. You're dehydrated," She uncapped one and handed it off.

Sammy brought the bottle to her lips and took in the refreshing icy chill. In ten seconds, she had downed the entire thing.

Yaz held the other bottle against her forehead to help cool her off. With her other hand, she supported Sammy's back in case she fainted. "Feeling better? I don't want you passing out on me. If you need to lie down, I'll help you," She quickly rambled off and bit her lip.

"I'm fine, Yaz," Sammy assured as she leaned against Yaz's shoulder. Her breathlessness had begun to subside, and the water bottle had done wonders for her heat exhaustion. "Just out of it is all. I forgot just how much running takes it out of ya. You make it look so easy."

Yaz chuckled and moved to set a hand atop Sammy's. "It took years of practice to get to where I am today. Or, well, to where I used to be. You did amazing. Besides, I can say the same for you and horseback riding. Remember what a disaster I was trying to ride for the first time?" She teased.

Sammy thought back to that particular, eye-opening experience. "I thought you got an A+ for effort," Sammy mused with a smile. "Give it a few more lessons and you'll be a proper cowgirl in no time."

Yaz laughed. It made Sammy's heart flutter. "I know it's hard for us to find the time when we live so far away... But what do you say about going on a few nature runs with me from time to time? In return, you can give me horseback riding lessons."

Sammy dropped her empty bottle and squealed. "Ooo! That sounds perfect! There are tons of places around the farm with a more scenic view. Or, or-- We could go camping! I've only done it a few times, but I think we'd have tons of fun. We could roast marshmallows, tell spooky stories, cuddle by the campfire. Imagine hiking in the mountains! Going for a morning jog while overlooking a breathtaking view would be just the sight to get us up and going!"

Sammy continued to ramble on with her ideas, Yaz listening intently. There were so many things they had yet to experience together. Where would they go next?

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