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[honeybeefae]

Eris Breeding Kink SP

Okay this should be posted later but I HAD TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU BECAUSE ITS SO GOOD AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

WARNING THIS IS JUST FILTHY DIRTY TALK

EDIT: ITS HERE GO READ IT

Minutes passed as you watched yourself in the mirror, rubbing the pillow as if it were real. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps of your mate or the door opening.

“What are you doing?” His voice pierced through your imagination, making you jump and turn towards him.

“Eris, I-” You flounder over your words, cheeks heating up as he stares at you with furrowed brows. “I was just, I mean, Eris I’m sorry…”

“Is that a pillow?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you playfully or if he was genuinely upset. Either way, the embarrassment made you want to be swallowed by the floor. Quickly you yanked the pillow out from underneath your dress and held it behind your back, looking down at the floor.

“I know you don’t want kids. I know you don’t want to talk about it. I promise this isn’t a trick or anything I just wanted-” You explained, tears wetting your eyelashes as he came over to you and lifted your head up. 

“What did you want, my lady?” Eris murmured, amber eyes softening at how upset you were. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, knowing that wasn’t the truth. 

“I just wanted to see what I would look like pregnant.” You whispered. “It was silly.”

“Do you want to be pregnant?” He asked you lowly, catching your eyes once more. “Is that what you want?”

You felt the words stuck in your throat as he stepped closer to you, caging you in his arms. When he had found you thought that he was going to be angry or disappointed but this reaction was completely unexpected.

“My advisors have been hounding my back nonstop over this…prediciment of  ours.” Eris continued on, the corner of his lip turning upwards. “Day after day, night after night. I had been worried you weren’t ready, that you would be terrified, and yet here I catch you doing this.”

“I-” You tried to interrupt but quickly shut your mouth when he grabbed your hips roughly, turning you around so that your back was to his chest and you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

“You what? Hm?” He taunted, intertwining your hand with his and slowly dragging it down your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin as his smoldering eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. “You want me to fill you up with my cum, little fox? To pound into you like a beast takes his bitch? To breed you?”

Eris loved to talk like this in the bedroom and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you also loved it. The control, the domination, of his words made you melt and want to please him. And with the words he was saying about breeding you…it was no surprise that your pussy was clenching in antcipation.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I expect you to answer.” Eris reprimanded, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his other hand came to circle around your throat. “Is that what my lady commands of her lord? To fuck an heir into her?”

Whiplash was the only thing that you could describe as feeling with how things were turning out. It was like a flip had been switched in him but you were already too drunk on lust to question it, nodding your head and whimpering.

“Yes, yes, sir.” You answered, groaning when he untangled his hand from yours and squeezed your breasts through your dress. “I…I want you to fill me up.”

“Breed you. You want me to breed you.” He corrected, pinching your pebbled nipple which had you squirming. “Say it.”

You swallowed thickly and looked at him through the mirror. 

“I want you to breed me, my lord.”

Eris grinned wickedly and turned you back towards him, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling your neck back until it was almost at a ninety-degree angle.

“Well then, I suppose we better get started. Now.”

[hauntedwitch04]

KINKTOBER

Hi! Here is my kinktober masterlist, it's my first time trying to do this trend, so I hope you like my writing. I'll later post a question for you all to anwer, to see who you want the last one about. Hope you like it. I'll try my best <;33

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SPECIAL KINKTOBER TAGLIST

Hate sex with Regulus Black 

Dirty talk with Dean Winchester 

Sex pollen  with Azriel  

Daddy kink with Steve Harrington 

Body worship with Rhysand 

 Size kink with Sam Winchester 

 Orgasm denial with James Potter 

 Public sex with Nyx Acheron

 Somnophilia with Regulus Black 

 Thigh-riding with Cassian

 Breeding with Remus Lupin 

 Tit-fucking with Dean Winchester  

 Caught masturbation with Steve Harrington 

 Innocent with Remus Lupin

 Brat taming with Eris Vanserra 

 Toys with Sirius Black 

 Mommy kink with Nesta Acheron 

 Lingerie with  Rhysand 

Overstimulation with James Potter 

Face sitting with Sam Winchester 

Praise kink with Sirius Black 

Corruption with Priest!Sam Winchester 

Shadow play with Azriel 

Spanking with Remus Lupin 

Car sex with Dean Winchester 

Threesome with Nesta Acheron and Cassian 

Omegaverse with Dean Winchester

Cockwarming with Eris Vanserra

Phone sex with Sam Winchester 

Bondage with Azriel 

Roleplay with REGULUS BLACK (chosen by you)

[azsazz]

Day 1: You Know My Desires [Azriel, Wingplay]

Day 2: Take It [Cassian, Thigh Riding]

Day 3: Again and Again and Again [Chaol, Overstimulation]

Day 4: The Lord's Work [Rhysand, Face-Fucking]

Day 5: Catch Me if You Can [Ruhn, Shadowplay]

Day 6: The Caress of Murder and Moonlight [Young Adult Poly!Rhyzriel, Rhysand's Sister's Best Friend!Reader, Dom/Sub]

Day 7: The Burning of the Autumn Leaves and the Roaring of My Yearning Heart [Eris, Make-up Sex]

Day 8: I Can't Bear This Another Second [Rowan, Gloryhole]

Day 9: Untitled [Merman!Lucien, Breathplay]

Day 10: Untitled [Azriel, Pleasure Hall]

Day 11: Hung Up [CEO!Rhysand, Cockwarming]

Day 12: Untitled [Dorian, Hate-Fucking]

Day 13: Untitled [Cassian, Virgin!Reader]

Day 14: Creep [Aidas, Stalking]

Day 15: In the Palm of My Hand [Eris, Wax Play]

Day 16: Double Duty [Rhysand x Cassian, Double-Penetration]

Day 17: Dinner for Two [Ithan, Breeding]

Day 18: Untitled [Cassian, Period Sex]

Day 19: Keep It Up [Nesta, Praise]

Day 20: Cupid's Chokehold (Bonus Scene) [Azriel, Rimming]

Day 21: Untitled [Rhysand, Touch-Starved]

Day 22: Untitled [Lucien, Sub]

Day 23: Hanging by a Thread [Cassian, Edging]

Day 24: Untitled [Lorcan, Size Kink]

Day 25: Untitled [Azriel, Collar]

Day 26: Untitled [Rhysand, Toys]

Day 27: Untitled [Ruhn, Bondage]

Day 28: The Magic Number [Poly!Bat Boys, Overstimulation]

Day 29: Equinox [Eris, Public Throne Sex]

Day 30: Untitled [Cassian, Roleplay]

Day 31: Untitled [Azriel, Shadowplay]

[sweetcarolina-24]

Little Fawn*

Kinktober Day 1: Breeding

Eris x Reader

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A/N: Goodbye, digital footprint. I'm rewatching the Conjuringverse movies and writing smut, so yayy. Anyway, today the randomizer chose Eris Vanserra. Let's see where this goes. 18+ yall

CW: Sexual themes, riding, unprotected, breeding kink

You and Eris have been in a friends with benefits situation, and you keep meaning to end it. But when you went to end it this time, you found yourself unable to.

»»————-　♔　————-««

"Hello, little fawn," he had greeted you.

You could never resist when he called you that. When he fixed his gaze on you like that. You had gone to him to end things between the two of you.

But there you were, on his bed, riding him as he lay back and watched you with a grin on his face.

He slid in and out of you so smoothly, his hand running down your side, then cupping your ass.

His amber eyes were focused on your face the whole time. He should have been staring at your breasts or his cock sliding in and out of your pink center, but instead he was inspecting every inch of your face.

You moaned, your hands squeezing your breasts as you tilted your head back, grinding on his cock.

"You take it so well, little fawn," he praised.

You sighed in pleasure at the praise. You continued to cradle one breast, but snaked your other hand down to rub the bundle of nerves that always made you tip over.

Your thighs trembled from how hard the muscles were working. You took shaky breaths and felt pleasure building in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm so close," you moaned, rubbing tight, fast circles on the apex of your core.

You felt your stomach tighten and you gasped, your core pulsing around his cock.

"Go on," he murmured. His cock hit that perfect spot at just the right angle.

You exploded in ecstasy, screaming your pleasure as the redheaded male beneath you gripped your hips.

"Gods! Eris, fuck!" you screamed as he maintained a steady, punishing pace to match yours.

You rode out your orgasm, continuing to roll your hips together as you came down from your high.

Eris let out a familiar moan that you knew very well. He usually pulled out and released in your mouth or on your stomach. But he kept a firm grip on your hips, holding you in place.

"I'm not taking a tonic," you reminded him.

"Good."

The thought of his release inside you made you excited all over again. You nodded at him, giving him silent permission to finish.

He burst inside you and you both moaned in unison. You rode him desperately, drawing out his pleasure.

You collapsed onto Eris, kissing the male as he withdrew from you, his seed dripping down your legs.

He ran his tongue over your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in.

When you pulled back to end the kiss, you rolled off of him, your head light and fuzzy from the aftermath of your orgasm.

"Do you still want to end this?" he teased you, a dark glint in his eyes.

"Hush up," you hissed, rolling your eyes and slapping his chest playfully.

»»————-　♔　————-««

[jeannineee]

Kinktober Sneak Peek #2

Breeding with Eris

a/n: just another snippet for kinktober :)

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

"Oh, it's very interesting, love." Eris continued silently with his reading for a few moments longer, before meeting your eyes again. "So this is what you've been hiding from me?"

Nervousness churned in your gut as you replied, “I didn't think you'd be interested in something like that.”

Eris chuckled darkly, before climbing over you until you laid flat on the bed. He slid his hands under your nightgown, hiking the material up until it rested above your hips, exposing your glistening cunt to him.

"Interested in…what, exactly? Filling you with my cock?Fucking you full of my cum, showing everyone who you belong to?"

A new wave of arousal shot through you at his words. Eris scented it, a low growl creeping up his throat as you spread your legs further for him.

"Need you to use your words, love," he murmured as he began unlacing his pants, hissing under his breath as his hardened cock sprang free. “Tell me what you want.”

[thomasisaslut]

Eris Vanserra x F!Reader

Hair Pulling — KTober

Word Count: 1.2k

Includes: Hair pulling, Rough Oral Sex, Oral, Anal, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Desk-Sex, Blowjobs, Cum Locking, Jealous Sex.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50921104

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1390693783-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱-𝐅

The back of your knees hit the dark wooden desk in a ‘thump’. You instantly fall back onto the High Lord’s desk, wincing as a quill pokes your side.

Eris leans over, his painfully erect cock rubbing against your wet, clothed cunt.

“The fucking spymaster?” He rocks his hips against you, causing a rush of pleasure to your core—aching and wanting. “Azriel Shadowsinger? Do you even know what you did to me when you glanced at him?” He growls, emphasizing the word ‘glanced’.

“Whatever do you mean, Eris?” You tease but you get cut off as he kisses you, his hand moves and cups your jaw—pinching it so it’s forced to be open. He then slides his tongue in your mouth, practically fucking your mouth with his tongue. Aggressive and dominant.

“You know damn well what I mean.” Eris glares at you, his deep, brown eyes filled with a mix of jealously, anger, and lust.

You rock your hips up, grinding against the man who looms over you. “Do I? Prove it, High Lord.”

In an instant you are flipped over to your stomach, your hair that was tied into a tight ponytail was taken a hold by Eris’ free hand. He tugs it so you look over your shoulder.

“You listen to me, slut.” The High Lord of the Autumn Court begins. “I’m going to fuck your ass, your cunt, and your mouth. I’ll give you the luxury of choosing which first.”

Your cunt drips at the mere mention of what he plans to do, a moment passes before you finally speak. “Oral first-“

He hoists you up before pushing you to your knees, Eris snaps his fingers and his clothes disappear instantly—perks of getting a High Lord as a husband—his cock springs out, leaking with pre.

You look up at him, your eyes shining under the pale moonlight that was emitted from the open windows—anyone could hear, fly by and see, anything.

“Get to work.” He snaps.

You shift to a comfortable positions on your knees before you spread his thighs further apart, your tongue runs up from his mid-thigh to the inner side before biting down—you suck a deep love bite into the soft, sensitive flesh.

“I said now, slut.” Eris groans, gripping your hair and shoving it closer to his cock.

You open your mouth and run your tongue over the tip, dipping your tongue into the little slit and tasting his pre-cum. Eris groans as you do so, the grip on your scalp only increasing. You move him deeper into your throat, only stopping when it hits the back. You begin to suck, harder and harder as you do so.

“So good, my High Lady… fuck.” Eris moans, throwing his head back and revealing his beautiful unmarked neck.

You moan around his cock and begin to bob your head, the male above you moans louder with every movement.

Eris begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, you move your right hand and begin to fumble with his balls—feeling them tighten—you can tell he is close.

“Oh, my queen…”

You move your other hand and rub it up and down his thigh, your other hand not stopping as you squeeze his balls. You continue to suck his cock, his hips buck up before he shoots his cum down your throat.

“Take it. Swallow it.” Eris demands, his grip on your hair increasing.

You swallow his load down your throat before standing back up, Eris hooks his hands under your rear as you do so, he places you back on the table—now on your back instead of your stomach.

“Ass… now.” You speak, voice now hoarse and congested from the rough oral fuck.

He nods, sliding open a drawer of his desk then pulling out a vial of oil. Eris lubes his fingers up before sliding two into your tight hole, he moves his free hand to your clit and begins to lazily rub circles into it.

Eris begins to scissor your arse, thrusting it open with his middle and ring finger.

“E-Eris!” You moan, his fingers begin to pound into you before he withdraws, leaving your rear aching and unsatisfied—or, that was the case until he thrusts his entire length into you.

“Take it, slut.” Eris repeats before beginning to move inside of you, he starts thrusting in and out of your arse. “I love the way your ass squeezing me… but I adore your cunt, my love.”

“T-Then take me there!” You plea.

“I’m not there yet.” Eris smirks cockily, teasing you.

“Asshole!” You shout, Eris grips your hips tightly.

“Yes, I am in your asshole.” He laughs before picking up the pace, his finger on your clit begins to speed up, the building feeling in your stomach only increasing.

“I’m close!” You shout. “L-Let me cum!”

“Asking for permission? Such a good girl…” Eris grunts and hits the sweet spot inside your rear. “Go on, cum.”

You instantly follow his order, squirting on the hand on your clit. Eris tugs your hips down further, his cock fully sheathed inside of you before his hips shutter, he shoots another load into you—filling your ass with his hot cum.

“Lock it…” You moan, overstimulated from the two activities, yet, you had one more.

“Lock it? You want to fucking feel me?” Eris’ smirk only grows. “Alright, my love.” He reaches into the drawer that held the lube and pulls out an anal plug, he slides it inside of you—locking his load inside of your rear.

“Lastly…” You whine. “My cunt…”

“Glad you remembered.”

Eris applied another layer of oil to his leaking member, however, instead of thrusting in instantly he brings his two fingers from your clit to your dripping cunt, he slides them in—using your slick as lubricant—before he does the same motions as before, scissoring your tight pussy.

“Such a beautiful thing.” He purrs. “I’m going to destroy it.” Eris then withdraws his fingers, bringing both of his hands to your hips before inserting his entire length inside of you.

“Eris! Eris!” You moan, chanting his name like a prayer, waiting for it to be answered. “One more time! Cum… cum for me once more!”

For how dominant the High Lord usually was you new of his submissive side, you knew your words had effects on the mans thoughts. Eris nods.

The High Lord sits on his seat, not daring to slide out of your tight cunt as he moves you onto his lap—you straddle him as you ride him.

“Move, slut.”

You rock your hips back and forth as Eris thrusts up into you, your hands move to his shoulders as his remain firmly on your hips, he connects his lips to your neck and you throw your head back as you mon loudly. Your throat aching, arse stuffed, your cunt filled with his thick cock.

“I need you! Cum deep inside me, Eris!”

With your sentence he releases his third load inside of you, it shoots deep inside of your cunt—you don’t care about the lack of protection as he rides you through the orgasm. His hands move from your hips and begin to stroke your clit.

A loud moan escapes your throat as you cum for the second time tonight, he kisses your shoulder, neck, chin, then your lips before sliding out of your cunt. Eris stands, slightly wincing from the new found tiredness.

“I love you, High Lord.”

Eris smiles and buries his head into the crook of your neck.

“As do I, High Lady.”

[ofduskanddreams]

Take Me If You Can [teaser]

Happy Halloween! This is not a trick, just a treat for all of you <3 Kinky canon-verse Azris is coming soon, though not quite in time to qualify as a kinktober fic. Minors DNI. Please be mindful of the warnings before clicking beyond the break. This isn't as edited as my usual stuff so please be kind to me.

I used my usual Azris taglist for this but if this snippet isn't your vibe than please disregard the tag. Have a great Halloween :)

CONTENT WARNINGS: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent,) violence, fighting, chasing/hunting, bondage, primal play, making the fae be FAE™, degradation, cutting off clothes, teasing, faebane is involved, toxic masculinity.

Azriel feels the faebane enter his bloodstream immediately, his shadows fade and the stones on the backs of his hands lose their light. As usual, his first reaction is panic. And since Azriel is no coward, he’ll choose fight over literal flight every time. His lungs tighten, gaze searching for any sign of the Autumn male as his heart beats too quickly. Even though this is something he chose, something he asked for, has begged for before, it still goes against every instinct that has kept him alive for the past five and a half centuries.

“You know you can make things easier for yourself any time, Shadowsinger.”

Eris’s voice echoes off the trees, the bastard is using a spell that makes it impossible for Azriel to guess his location because the sound surrounds him.

“Just say the word,” Eris taunts, “or stay still for once like a good little brute and let me catch you.”

Stay still? Like hell he will. Azriel takes off, sprinting across the cushion of fallen needles and moss.

He sidesteps a tree root arching out of the loamy earth, air already sawing in and out of his lungs.

Eris’s laugh sounds from somewhere in front of him. Azriel skids on the soil, turning so quickly he has to push himself off a sap-sticky trunk to stop from crashing into it.

“Running is pointless, you know?”

And Azriel hates himself for the way that coldly arrogant voice, those unmistakably posh vowels, sends a bolt of desire shooting down his spine.

“You will never outrun me. If you try to hide, I will find you. If you try to fly away, I will winnow to you in an instant and take you someplace where no one will hear the way you’ll be screaming for me by the end of the night.”

Azriel runs faster, eyes adjusting to the rapidly darkening forest. He thinks there’s a lake nearby and starts heading in that direction. If he can get to any kind of clearing, he’ll stand a better chance.

Eris doesn’t stop trying to bait him, still projecting his voice so it hits Azriel from every direction.

“You’re nothing without your magic, Shadowsinger. You’re just a helpless male. A coward running instead of facing me. Without your shadows, without your power, you’re useless. What good is a spymaster who can’t spy? A soldier who’s too scared to fight?”

Azriel sees a glimmer through the trees up ahead—moonlight on rippling water.

“What chance do you, a powerless brute, have against me—a high fae prince, the heir to the Autumn Court?” Eris laughs again, “The fact of the matter is that you don’t. I will always find you, Azriel.”

And fuck but the surety in Eris’s voice makes Azriel’s cock stiffen in his leathers. He palms himself hard enough to hurt—not the good kind of hurt—because he can’t afford an erection slowing him down, not when the lake is so close.

“And, when I catch you, I’ll show you exactly what use you’ll be to me.”

It’s a threat. It’s a promise.

Azriel breaks through the tree line and onto the gravelly shore.

But he hasn’t been thinking ahead, doesn’t know where to go because the only options are the water, back into the forest, or into the sky. Flying is the surest way to be caught. Illyrian wings are a hindrance to swimming. The forest means he loses any advantage this clear line of sight gives him.

Though these thoughts fly through his mind in an instant, that’s all it takes. A warm weight slams into him and sends both of their bodies crashing onto the gravel. Azriel lands on his back and the stones bite into his wings, dozens of small cuts on the sensitive membrane open as one—a symphony of exquisitely bright pain blooming.

“Hello, little bat,” Eris sneers above him, auburn curls falling onto his forehead from the chase. The princeling cocks his head, “Giving in so soon?”

“Never,” Azriel growls, slamming a fist into Eris’s side, just below his ribs and rearing up. His forehead meets Eris’s with a crack, shards of light splinter through his vision but Azriel works on muscle memory, throwing Eris off balance and flipping them.

But as he reaches to grab a fistful of Eris’s hair and pin his head in place, the male smirks. Heat wraps around Azriel’s extended wrist as the world darkens, the lake dissolves and he can’t breathe, can’t….

His shoulders burn as his arms are stretched above him to their limit, the rough bark of a tree trunk presses into the open cut on his cheek and Azriel hisses as the hand on his nape presses harder.

“Pathetic,” Eris scoffs, releasing his head with a shove.

Azriel tries to hit him, kick him, something, but his legs won’t move. Glancing down, he sees ropes of flame wrapped around his ankles, glowing orange against the darkness.

“Thinking you could run from me? Honestly,” from somewhere behind him Eris tuts disapprovingly, “this level of delusion would be cute if it weren’t so pitiful.”

“Fuck you,” Azriel cranes his neck and spits but it lands a few feet short of Eris’s polished boots.

“Oh, don’t worry little bat, you will. Try that again. If you make it, I’ll let you lick them clean.”

Despite himself, Azriel’s getting hard. He presses his forehead against the uneven bark, trying to stop the blood from rushing out of his head.

“Oh, I think you like the sound of that,” Eris croons, close enough for Azriel to feel the warmth of his breath on the shell of his ear. “Is that what you are, Azriel? Nothing better than a dog panting at my feet?”

Azriel throws his head back hoping to hit Eris, but all he succeeds in doing is pulling a muscle.

Then there’s cool metal and the familiar edge of a gemstone dragging down the central tendon of his right wing and Azriel’s breath leaves his lungs all at once as he arches into the touch.

Eris chuckles, “Look at you. The famed spymaster of the Night Court, the legendary shadowsinger, and you barely put up a fight. Already so desperate for me.”

“I’m not done fighting,” Azriel sneers, struggling against the restraints.

“Oh but you are,” Eris sounds gleeful. The heat of him presses Azriel into the unyielding tree. Azriel can’t help the noise that slips past his lips when Eris reaches into his leathers without warning and wraps his fingers around Azriel’s cock and strokes leisurely. “Just as I thought.”

The heat of Eris’s skin, the cool metal of his rings, makes Azriel shudder. Eris’s teeth graze the tattoos on his neck and Azriel’s torn between trying to headbutt him again and giving him better access to the sensitive expanse of skin.

“I know how much you hate this,” condescension laces Eris’s words. “You hate that I’m the only one who can give you what you need.” He sighs, releasing Azriel’s cock. “It must be so frustrating not being able to allow yourself the things you want, needing someone else to give them to you, needing me to be that someone.”

A vertical line of pressure lands between Azriel’s shoulder blades—a knife, larger than the one with the faebane.

“Stop,” he grits out, though it lacks conviction.

The moment Eris tackled him onto the lakeshore, Azriel realized how long it’s been since their last game, and just how tired he is. It’s been months since Nyx was born—since Azriel almost lost a third of his family in a single moment and has been doing everything in his power since then to make sure everyone is safe.

The blade cuts through the laces running down his spine, the night air eliciting goosebumps on the newly exposed skin.

“Eris,” Azriel warns. The knife stills halfway through its journey.

“Yes, Azriel?”

The waiting blade, the lack of derision in the words—Azriel doesn’t need to be told that Eris is giving him a chance to stop this now.

He should take it. Azriel should never have let things get this far. Eris is right that a part of him loathes how much he craves this, craves him—the male he’s hated for so long, who’s impossibly complicated, whose masks are so layered that he doesn’t know where they end and Eris begins.

This goes against everything he’s believed his whole life: vulnerability is weakness, weakness is shameful. The last place he should ever want to be is at someone else’s mercy. He’s Rhysand’s spymaster for fuck’s sake—Azriel is the one who binds, he’s the one who wields the blade. It’s who he’s always been: the person everyone needs him to be

— — —full fic coming soon-ish!

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Fanfic: Chokehold

Pairing: Azriel/Eris

Rating: E 🌶️

Warnings: NSFW, Canon-Typical Insults, Choking, hand kink

Word count: 1891

Summary: Azriel’s hands have Eris in a chokehold. Alternatively titled: Choke me like you did at the high lord meeting

Read it here on AO3

Excerpt:

Azriel’s hand- that fucking beautiful hand, reached out. He grabbed his neck and shoved him against the door. Eris couldn’t help the way his eyes fluttered. 

Do it. He thought. 

The squeeze didn’t come. He kept his hand around Eris’s neck and stepped closer. Azriel’s body crowded him, wings blocking the light while his shadows swirled around Eris. He knew the shadowsinger could smell his scent sweeten. What shocked Eris was his arousal wasn’t the only one filling the air.

[honeybeefae]

Making An Heir (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY THIRTEEN: BREEDING

Summary// The pressure from the advisors and members of the court for the two of you to produce an heir is high. It is all anyone can talk about and while you certainly enjoy the idea of having children, you don’t expect Eris to feel the same given his parental history. He has stayed mostly quiet on the subject until he catches you in the mirror with a pillow under your blouse, imagining what it would be like. 

(I know this is out of order for the Kinktober fic but so many of you guys requested it so enjoy it, you dirty little readers. Also thanks so much for the anon who suggested subspace bc that was so much fun to write! ;))

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, subspace, dom!Eris, sub!Reader, cumming inside (pls wear protection), talk of pregnancy

You had been mated with Eris for five years now and it was like you were truly living for the first time. He was the center of your life, the ship in the middle of the ocean, the warm blanket you cuddled with at night. Life began and ended with him and you knew he felt the same way.

He spoiled you with anything you could ever want. Jewels, dresses, books, pets, anything your heart desired he would go find because he loved making you happy. You knew not every mated couple had such a good life, that sometimes fate was more than met the eye, but yours was truly meant to be.

Everything had been perfect in your lives…except for the last few months. The Autumn Court advisors had been prying into your private lives, pestering Eris on when he would produce an heir. It angered you every time it was brought up as they acted like it was your fault. As if you were the one who was refusing a child.

It couldn’t have been farther from the truth. You had wanted children with Eris since you first started courting, dreaming about the little red-headed babes running around your feet. Fae pregnancies were incredibly difficult on the body and were also rare, however, you had no fear. 

But you could not say the same for your mate. Eris avoided the subject like the plague. He would shut down his advisors with a simple wave of his hand and a frown while also doing the same with you.

You knew some of it was his own fears of fatherhood given how he was raised with Beron but you had assured him many times that he was not his father. Eris is ten times the man Beron was but he couldn’t seem to understand that. It was one of his worst fears to turn out like him.

Eris was also terrified of something happening to you. He had heard of what almost happened to Feyre, albeit her situation was a little different. What if he lost you? He didn’t have some magical gift from the Cauldron to bring you back. You would be gone forever and he would either be left alone or with a child who killed his mate, their mother. How could he love someone that did that?

The last two weeks had been full of tension as one of Eris’s brother’s wives had fallen pregnant, announcing it in court with an evil smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing by making such a public spectacle and you had had to force a smile the rest of the evening as everyone stared at you in judgment.

In their heads, you had only one job to do that you were currently failing at. This entire situation was weighing heavily on your shoulders but you did not want to force Eris into something he did not want. 

However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t wish for it still, did it? That you couldn’t desire it secretly in the quiet of your bedroom?  Eris was supposed to be gone for the day on a hunting trip, the first he’s taken in a month, so no one should be seeking you out until nightfall.

Your eyes landed on a soft pillow atop your shared bed, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you walked quietly over and grabbed it. There was no real need for you to be quiet but you still felt as if you were doing something wrong. You went back to the mirror in the corner of your room and stood in front of it, positing yourself to the side.

With one hand you lifted up your skirts and used the other to stuff the pillow inside it until it was settled against your belly, making it pop and give a lumpy shape of roundness. It didn’t look like a typical pregnant belly but the feelings that ran through you were all the same.

Sadness, pining, joy, pain, it was a cocktail of emotions that made your head spin. 

You began to imagine it as your real belly, of all the dresses you could have tailored and how Eris would kiss your stomach every morning and night. Would Eris like you like this? Would he be constantly wanting to touch you, rub you, or would he want nothing to do with you?

Minutes passed as you watched yourself in the mirror, rubbing the pillow as if it were real. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps of your mate or the door opening.

“What are you doing?” His voice pierced through your imagination, making you jump and turn towards him.

“Eris, I-” You flounder over your words, cheeks heating up as he stares at you with furrowed brows. “I was just, I mean, Eris I’m sorry…”

“Is that a pillow?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you playfully or if he was genuinely upset. Either way, the embarrassment made you want to be swallowed by the floor. Quickly you yanked the pillow out from underneath your dress and held it behind your back, looking down at the floor.

“I know you don’t want kids. I know you don’t want to talk about it. I promise this isn’t a trick or anything I just wanted-” You explained, tears wetting your eyelashes as he came over to you and lifted your head up. 

“What did you want, my lady?” Eris murmured, amber eyes softening at how upset you were. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, knowing that wasn’t the truth. 

“I just wanted to see what I would look like pregnant.” You whispered. “It was silly.”

“Do you want to be pregnant?” He asked you lowly, catching your eyes once more. “Is that what you want?”

You felt the words stuck in your throat as he stepped closer to you, caging you in his arms. When he found you thought that he was going to be angry or disappointed but this reaction was completely unexpected.

“My advisors have been hounding my back nonstop over this… predicament of  ours.” Eris continued on, the corner of his lip turning upwards. “Day after day, night after night. I had been worried you weren’t ready, that you would be terrified, and yet here I catch you doing this.”

“I-” You tried to interrupt but quickly shut your mouth when he grabbed your hips roughly, turning you around so that your back was to his chest and you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

“You what? Hm?” He taunted, intertwining your hand with his and slowly dragging it down your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin as his smoldering eyes never left yours, his pupils blown wide with desire. “You want me to fill you up with my cum, little fox? To pound into you like a beast takes his bitch? To breed you?”

Eris loved to talk like this in the bedroom and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you also loved it. The control, the domination, of his words made you melt and want to please him. And with the words he was saying about breeding you…it was no surprise that your pussy was clenching in anticipation.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I expect you to answer.” Eris reprimanded, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his other hand came to circle around your throat. “Is that what my lady commands of her lord? To fuck an heir into her?”

Whiplash was the only thing that you could describe as feeling with how things were turning out. It was like a flip had been switched in him but you were already too drunk on lust to question it, nodding your head and whimpering.

“Yes, yes, sir.” You answered, groaning when he untangled his hand from yours and squeezed your breasts through your dress. “I…I want you to fill me up.”

“Breed you. You want me to breed you.” He corrected, pinching your pebbled nipple which had you squirming. “Say it.”

You swallowed thickly and looked at him through the mirror. 

“I want you to breed me, my lord.”

Eris grinned wickedly and turned you back towards him, wrapping your hair around his hand and pulling your neck back until it was almost at a ninety-degree angle.

“Well then, I suppose we better get started. Now.”

He was anything but gentle as he took the collar of your dress and ripped it with his bare hands, biceps flexing underneath the thin material of his shirt. You shivered as your body was exposed to the cool air. 

“On your hands and knees.” He orders, smiling when you immediately followed his command. Normally you would mouth off and be a little brat, asking for punishment, but tonight it seemed you were ready to be his good little girl. 

You turn to look behind you, feeling your wetness grow from the way he was devouring you with his eyes. Eris began to rid himself of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and ready to pump you full of his hot seed. He climbed behind you, his large hands running over the curve of your ass.

The bed dipped as he knelt on his knees, pushing the material of your panties to the side to unveil your dripping cunt. “I love how wet you get for me, Y/N,” Eris growled, licking his lips. “I’ve barely even touched you and you are already making a mess on these sheets.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whisper, not sure if he wanted you to apologize or not. He chuckled and ran a single finger down your pussy, collecting the juices and bringing them to his mouth.

“Look at my little fox using her manners.” He praised, moaning at the taste of you. “You want this badly don’t you?”

“Mhm.” You nod, taking in shaky breaths as you felt hot air on your lips. It was a wonder that your entire body wasn’t shaking with need at this point.

“Well what my lady wants, she gets.” Eris said before burying himself in your sex, his tongue flicking over your clit in quick swipes while his nose teased your hole. “Fuck you taste like heaven on my tongue.”

You could only whine in response, legs squeezing either side of his head as he feasted on you. He knew all the right speeds and ways to eat you out, how to make you sing in pleasure. Your arms were wobbling from the waves of pleasure he was giving you.

The room was filled with the filthy sounds of him slurping you up, one of his hands kneading your ass while the other stroked his cock. You could hear the wet sounds of him touching himself, making you even more delirious. 

“I want you to cum on my tongue, little fox.” Eris said firmly, taking your entire clit into his mouth and sucking. The action had you crying out in ecstasy, feeling like you were floating above your body as your entire body shook. 

He was always able to make you cum quickly because he took the time to know everything that made you tick, good and bad. Eris used it to his advantage many times and tonight was no different. You didn’t want this to be over so early but you also knew that tonight was special. This was going to be the first of many.

“Eris, ah!” You cried out, feeling that coil in you snap. He grunted in satisfaction when you started to mindlessly grind backward onto his face, your hands fisting the sheets. “It feels so good, sir.”

Every last drop of your cum went down his throat and his chin, his eyes closed in bliss. When you started to squirm from sensitivity he pulled back, holding the base of his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“I’m going to breed you now,” Eris growled, not giving you a chance to recover as he thrust in until his balls slapped against your already tender clit. “And you are going to take it all, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer fast enough, couldn’t answer, as you were still reeling from what he had just done. However, your mate had little patience and was quick to grab your hair once more, pulling it until you whined. 

“Yes, Eris, yes,” You stuttered, enjoying the slight burn coming from your cunt as he stretched you out. “I’ll take it all, I’ll be good.”

His eyes were almost completely black as he gave you a feral grin, pulling almost all the way out before stuffing you full. Your tits were bouncing with each thrust, your hair still wrapped around his hand as he threw his head back in rapture.

“I know you will. I know you will.” He cooed, pulling his head back to watch his cock go in and out. The sheets were indeed a mess underneath you, a giant wet stain that was only going to grow as the night went on. 

One of your hands went down and began to fiddle with your swollen clit, moaning loudly as he fucked you hard. Eris noticed and clicked his tongue, using the hand that had your hair and pushing your face into the mattress. 

“Look at you, already trying to cum again.” Eris jeered, his grip bruising on your hips. “My lady is just a desperate little whore, isn’t she? A little whore who wants to be bred, to carry my children and do it over and over and over again.”

Your cries were muffled as he laughed darkly, feeling the familiar tingle of his own orgasm creeping up his spine. “But she’s such a pretty whore…” He purred, letting go of your head to brush the hair out of your face. Your entire body was being jolted by the force of his body, and your mascara was smudged, but you were too high on your own lust to care. 

“Please, please, please, sir.” You babbled, bottom lip quivering. “I wanna cum, I want you to fill me up, please.”

He grunted and furrowed his brows, his long red hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat as he put all his concentration on your pussy. “You don’t get to cum right now, Y/N. I want you to hold it in for me.”

Eris’s thrusts grew sloppily as his balls tightened, picturing you with a swollen belly and heavy tits. It made his mouth water and he barely heard your pleas of mercy. You felt the first spurts shoot into you, his cum almost burning, and it made your entire cunt clench around his cock.

“Don’t you fucking cum.” He swore, groaning in pleasure as he emptied himself into your womb. You felt tears fall down your cheek, desperately craving that release. It was taking all the will of your body to not give in to what you wanted.

The sheer amount of cum was too much for you to contain and it leaked through the seal of your lips, dripping onto your legs and the bed. He gave two more thrusts before pulling out completely, admiring the way he left you gaping and gushing. 

“You did so well, little fox.” Eris commended, pushing two thick fingers inside you and scooping out the mixture of his seed and your juices. He flipped you onto your back with one hand, your hair sprawling around you as he held those fingers over your mouth. “Suck.”

With tears staining your cheeks you followed his orders, chest rising and falling quickly as you swallowed it like you knew he wanted. Eris’s eyes turned tender upon seeing you, breaking the facade briefly to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You were grateful for it even though you were still aching for him to let you cum.

After a minute he pulled away, noticing you fidgeting. “Does my little whore want something? Was that not enough for her?”

You nodded shyly, eyes widening when he laid down beside you and then patted his lap. His cock was already hard once more, glistening in the firelight. You climbed onto his lap, looking down at him. 

“Well? What do you want?” He pressed, one of his hands resting on your hip while the other went to your cunt. Eris smirked as he pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, enjoying the way you jumped. “You want to cum again? Greedy little girl.”

“I-” You tried to interject but shut your mouth when he suddenly lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, your hole hovering above the tip of his dick. 

“It is greedy, Y/N.” He cut you off. “If you want to cum again you need to say it.”

The words were on the tip of your tongue. Eris loved to make you say these things, to make you degrade yourself. It made you feel embarrassed but you also knew you weren’t going to get what you wanted if you didn’t.

“I”m a greedy little girl.” You murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as he thrust up slowly. Inch by inch he filled you again, both of your cum making it easy for him to slide in. “I want to cum again, to be filled up by you, sir.”

“Ride me then, Y/N,” Eris ordered, letting you bottom out and giving you a hardy smack on your ass. “Take what you want. Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum.”

Some people would think that this was a blessing, that he was giving you what you wanted, but it was far from the truth. You did love riding him, loved watching him watch you, but he knew as well as you did that you needed him to make you cum. You couldn’t do it yourself.

You began to bounce on him, hoping this time you might be able to do it without him, and moaned as he hit that spot deep inside you. Your hips rolled and breasts swayed with each rise and fall of your body, his amber eyes never leaving your face.

“That’s it, my little whore, ride your lord’s cock.” He snickered, noticing the frustration building within you. “Show me how badly you want it.”

The need in your stomach was growing like an inferno. You were fucking yourself with all your strength, both of your hands resting on either side of his body as you whimpered through your teeth and closed your eyes in concentration. 

“I want it, I want it, please sir.” You whined, your mind slowly slipping away from you as you seemed to stay on the edge of orgasm for hours. It was driving you insane. “Eris, Eris, I can’t. I need, I need-”

“What do you need, Y/N?” He cooed, smiling as your eyelashes fluttered and your hips finally slowed. His cock fell out of you and he knew you were getting into your subspace, something that made him feel tender and hungry at the same time. “Do you need my help?”

You barely had the coherency to nod, looking up at him with complete trust and want. “Please…”

He kissed your forehead and rolled you onto your back, lining up his cock and inching himself inside you once more. Both of his hands interlocked with yours and brought them above your head, keeping you still as he started a slow, hard rhythm.

You called out his name in ecstasy, enjoying the way his lips trailed over your neck and collarbone. “My sweet lady, so ready to take my cum and let me knock her up.” He breathed into your ear, pressing his forehead against yours.

“This is all you want, all you need, is my cock inside you.” Eris’s breaths were coming faster now, loving the way your walls fluttered around him. “You wanted to be bred and now you are. Your cunt is so full of me that you’ll be leaking for days, feeling it drip down your leg but it doesn’t matter because I’ll keep stuffing your pussy every night until this belly is round and tight.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt the crest of your orgasm coming up, your back arching off the bed as your throat burned from all the screaming you had been doing. All you could do now was whimper, your hands coming to circle around your neck as you babbled incoherently.

“Eris, please, I wanna, please,” You turned your head from side to side, eyebrows scrunching together. “Cum, let me, Gods, please!”

“Do it, Y/N.” Eris encouraged, moving his hips until he felt that squishy spot inside you that made you see double. “Cum for me, my little whore. Cum all over my cock, let that pretty pussy clench around me. Be a good girl.”

Everything around you went white and your ears began to ring as you came, your toes curling and back arching even further until you were sure you were going to snap in half. Your mouth was opened in a silent scream, letting your body succumb to everything your mate was giving to you.

The sight of you coming undone was enough for Eris to follow behind you, his mouth covering yours as he held himself still. It made his balls ache from how hard he was cumming, cursing loudly as he pulled away to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

“Take it, Y/N, fucking take it.” He growled into your neck. “Gods, you are so fucking tight on my cock.”

It took the both of you several minutes to catch your breath, Eris’s dick softening inside you as you struggled to come back to reality. He knew that this was rougher than normal, without any breaks, and he had probably pushed you to your limit. 

But he had no regrets. And neither did you.

You barely registered when he scooped you up and nuzzled you close to his chest, whispering sweet nothings as he carried you over to the bathroom. Eris knew he needed to clean you before you went to bed and while he was waiting for the bath to fill, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at your stomach and wondering if it stuck.

Either way, you two would definitely be doing this again. 

[suyacho]

it’s been a while so i’m back with another collab <33 the title speaks for itself so welcome to my slut me out collab :)

note: thank you to @/xiaosins for the kaeya panel🫶

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— you can combine your collab piece for this collab with your kinktober fics!!

— no deadline, open for any fandoms, no mn/max wordcount, open for both artists and writers, you can join as many times as you want, doubles are allowed.

— whether it’s the character is slutting you out or you’re slutting them out, i don’t mind, just slut one another out lol

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genshin impact

@/xiaosins — kaeya

@albedxs — childe

mob psycho 100

@/pcwer​ — reigen arataka

demon slayer

@/d10nsaint — yoriichi tsugikuni

jjk

@nutheadgeenat — sukuna

[azsazz]

Equinox

Kinktober Day 29: Eris x Reader [Throne Sex]

Summary: Anon Req: Ooo what about eris x reader public sex on his throne?

Warnings: Smut, oral (m receiving), dom x sub dynamics, exhibitionism, (mentioned voyeurism)

Word Count: 2,510

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Eris is thoughtful with his steps, as if he knows you’ve struggled all night in the tight, tall heels making your feet ache. You clutch the skirts of your elegant emerald dress, head turned towards the ground as you watch your steps, trying not to trip. You look nothing as Eris does, with his learned grace, gliding up the stairs how only one from a royal family would. Your cheeks burn hot with a blush, humiliated already at the fact that someone with a status just above farmhand would be his chosen for the night.

You can feel the eyes staring holes into your back. Jack—who escorted you on your fathers behalf—watches from his spot on the outskirts of the room, copper chalice brimmed with hearty wine clutched tightly in his fist. If he were a higher fae, he’d be burning this place to the fucking ground.

Peeking through the curtain of your hair, you note that Eris’ brothers have already started in on the fun. Pyrolas sits on his throne, females perched on the arm of each chair. There’s a male on the floor between his knees, and you can hear him begging the Autumn heir to unleash his cock from his trousers.

One Eris’ other side is Conleth. Third born, he’s the most docile of the group. You’ve heard him to be wicked with his fingers, drawing the string of his bow with such precision he could kill from a mile away. Even he seems to be participating in the equinox traditions, though the flush to his cheeks and gleam to his auburn gaze tells you that he’d needed the liquid courage to be knuckle deep in the naked male he has grinding on his lap. Lucky for him and his brothers, Beron has retired for the night, and they can claim whom they please.

A throne down from Conleth is Oakland. Ever the strategist like his oldest brother, he’s still scouring the crowd, searching for the perfect person to spend the evening with. He sits tall in his chair, body rigid, but not with confidence. You can see right through his façade. He’s nearly trembling with nerves, you can see it in the way his fingers are curled around the arms of his chair. 

His eyes meet yours and you flinch. You’re not used to meeting any of their fiery gazes, let alone more than one.

Finally at the top of the dais, Eris turns, sitting down in his seat. The way that he’s able to look down at you despite being taller than him makes a shiver wrack your spine, and the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. 

His fingers are still intertwined with yours, and he gives them a gentle sway, trying to gain your attention although he already has it, has had it since you’d stepped into the room for the Autumnal Equinox.

“On your knees, fawn.” His tone is rough, tightening the collar of your dress. Fires rage high in hearths, almost licking the rich curtains draping from ceiling to floor. The room isn’t stifling because of that, though, but because of the magic in the air, the powers of the Autumn Equinox in full effect throughout the Court’s lands. 

You can feel that heat between your legs, wetting your panties. Your skin itches with the need to be touched, to be claimed. Rapt music glides through the air, sensual and alluring. The sounds of gasps and moans of pleasure fill the air as others join in, and your eyes flutter at the sound. Eris’ russet gaze licks down your body in a wave of warmth, and you follow it, dropping between the split of his toned thighs, coming face to face with his cock, straining against navy trousers.

You twist your fingers nervously, a lump in your throat. You want this, want to give yourself over to the Autumn Gods on this festive night, want Eris to splay you out and take you for his own, worshiping each other like those very Gods did while they’d walked this continent. You want to worship them as the fae still do now, with bodies and souls, intertwined, half him, half you for the perfectly half light, half night of the day. The most perfect day of the year.

Eris brushes his fingers down your soft cheek, admiring you. His touch sends you reeling, the rest of the room disappearing as his skin brushes yours. His thumb slides across your mouth and you can’t help but to part your lips, flicking your tongue out to taste him.

His russet eyes flare at the sight. He undoes his belt with one hand, pulling at the ties. With his other hand, he dips two fingers into your mouth. You suck greedily, releasing a whimper at his taste that chokes off as he presses his fingers further. He shoves his pants down his legs and his cock springs up, all flushed and ruddy at the head. You clench your fingers in your skirts, saliva pooling in your mouth as he jerks himself once, twice. Spit drips from the sides of your mouth around his fingers, making a mess already.

“Like what you see?” Eris asks, knowing full well that you can’t respond with words. Not with his fingers caressing the inside of your throat. You nod, jostling his digits in your throat, your esophagus constricting as you try to swallow. “Want to taste?”

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull at his words, moan mixing with one of the fae occupying his brother’s throne beside you. You don’t dare look anywhere but at your closed lids or at Eris, nothing can draw your attention away from him.

His fingers fall from your mouth to cradle your head with a large hand. You lick your lips and he follows the motion of your tongue, giving himself a rough jerk, grunting at the feeling. When he looks at you like this you don’t care that he doesn’t know your name, that he’s calling you fawn, or that people are watching. Not his brothers, not your escort, not any of the males or females falling on their knees, pleading for a chance with one of the Autumn Princes. 

Eris guides your face closer to his cock and it’s now you see the pearlescent beads of precum at his slit. You want to collect those drops like the precious pearls they are, roll them around on your tongue, burn them into your memory for centuries to come.

You part your lips, hot breath ghosting over his silken skin. The muscles of his abdomen flex, and when you flick your gaze up to meet his, he’s a goner.

“Open your mouth for me, fawn. Need to see that tongue.”

Pressing the rest of the way forward, you find the confidence to take his cock in your own grip, swatting his hand away so you can stroke him and lift him to your lips. Brushing across his slip with a groan, his flavor bursts on your tongue. He’s entirely autumn, tasting of the musk of the earth, smoky wood and crisp breezes. You vow to yourself that this will not be the last time you taste him, he’s utterly addicting.

Eris chokes at the sight of you, drooling over the hard lines of his cock, licking, kissing, sucking your way around the sensitive skin. He hisses through his teeth, guiding you where he likes, shoving you down to lap at his balls. You follow obediently, showing him just how good you can be.

After giving him a thorough lick, Eris growls, having had enough of your errant teasing. By a fist of your hair, he’s allowing you to slide your lips down his cock, taking him in full. When he hits the back of your throat you gag, but he loves it, pressing you down further until you can’t breathe, his girth stretching your throat. 

It feels like a fire burning in your windpipe, stifling and hot. He jerks his hips, using his hand in your hair to guide you up and down on his cock. It makes tears prick your eyes, your cheeks flushed hot. Your nails dig into the skin of his thighs but it only spurs him on, loud moans echoing off of the walls of the ballroom.

“Fuck, fawn,” he pants, stare pinned to how you’re taking over, moving against him now, suckling his cock greedily. You’re a sight to see like this, covered in spit, cheeks stuffed full of his cock. “You feel fucking amazing.”

You moan in response to him, losing yourself in the throes of his cock in your mouth. You try to suck any noise that you can from him, enjoying the way they’re for your ears only, despite the lewd sounds accompanying the deep, heady music. 

With a hiss, Eris pulls you from his cock. You’re panting, brows furrowing sadly from the loss but Eris is caressing your cheeks with both hands again, thumbs sliding through the wetness around your mouth, cooing softly. 

“You did so well for me, fawn. I bet you’re so wet, gushing for me, aren’t you?” He asks, and you whine because yes, your thighs are pressed so tightly together they’re trembling, and none of it is stimulating your crying clit, either.

“Yes,” you plead, gripping his wrists, eyes wide. “So wet for you, prince.” 

If he’s not going to call you by your name, you won’t call him by his either.

Doesn’t seem to matter to Eris, though, because he’s shuddering and tugging you from the floor to your feet, spinning you around so his pale, freckled ass is to your audience, your hands planted on the arms of his chair as he bends you over. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he nudges his hips against yours, cock pressing into the soft fabric of your dress. You can feel his length against your hind, shivering as his fingers find the ties of your dress. His torso is pressed tight to your back and his breath is hot in your ear as his teeth graze your cheek.

“Do you want me to bend you over my throne, little fawn, or would you like to ride my cock?” 

It’s surprising that he’s giving you the choice, a prince so often used to his demands being listened to. This…you…you are different though. The surge of fire within him is not that of lust. It’s a slow roiling of hot coals, compact with heat. They stir, embers flaring at the sight of your exposed skin while he slips your dress further and further down your back, exposing your creamy skin.

Your body is squeezed tight; eyes shut at the feeling of his fiery touch licking down your spine, your thighs clenched, cunt dripping and aching with need. Your muscles are constricted, body shaking with anticipation. Your mind whirls, trying to make sense of his words.

“Cock,” you gasp as he palms over your newly exposed breasts. The bite of the ballroom hardens your nipples, but the warmth of Eris’ fingers soothes them. You shudder with pleasure, arching into his chest at your back. “Want to sit on your cock, prince.” 

His cock jumps at your use of his title. He growls deeply, nipping at your ear. Your whimper carries on an autumn breeze, down the line of thrones to Pyrolas, who uses his minute wind magic to listen in. Eris’ eye blaze brightly as he shoots his younger brother a searing glare. Pyrolas’ powers had come in handy often when they were young and listened in on conversations they shouldn’t have been, but now that the second born knows how to use them to his advantage, Eris is more careful than not when he speaks.

But he will not be sharing you, despite the fact that the room is crowded with courtiers and patrons under their rule. 

He will show them all who you belong to.

“I was hoping you’d say that, little fawn,” he murmurs, lips hot against your throat. Eris stands and you shiver at the loss of his warmth, straightening and spinning around on your heel, chasing him. He’s only stepped away to undress, fingers quickly maneuvering the buttons of his shirt open. It slides from his broad, freckle smattered shoulders like butter.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him. Eris kicks away the rest of his trousers, allowing you to get your fill. Rippling muscles line his body. He’s cut and hard like his bobbing cock, waiting so prettily for you.

He sits on his throne, one leg straight out, looking ever like the arrogant prince he’s supposed to be. His smirk only adds to his front, and he offers you a hand.

Taking it, you allow Eris to help you, parting your thighs across each of his muscular ones.

He takes himself in his hand, jerking once before he’s sliding his hot tip against your folds. You gasp, shuddering at the feeling, hips circling softly, following his cock like a magnet. Eris’ smirk turns wolfish as you chase, allowing you to sink down on his girth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, because the wetness of your cunt feels too damn good. “Trying to stifle my flames, fawn?”

You can hardly even reply, fingers curling into the meat of his shoulders as you rise. There is no taking things slow. The bite of his cock stretching your walls feels too good, the sensual music combined with the moans floating through the air and the grunts Eris makes is euphoric, the feeling of him penetrating you, cock so lengthy it hits your womb everytime you sink down. Everything feels like fire in your bones, your heart, your blood. 

You’re hot all over, messy between your thighs, but Eris seems to be enjoying himself, watching hungrily as your head rolls back on your shoulders with pleasure. When he can no longer control himself, his fingers are pressing into your thighs harshly, guiding your body faster, up and down and up and down. He leans forward, lips suctioning to the skin of your throat because it’s exposed and he’s hungry, his fires need kindling to burn brighter.

The drapes on the walls set alight as his pleasure crests. The air becomes scolding and you can hardly breathe. His touch burns your body in the best way. He’s hitting that bundle of nerves inside of you with each thrust he makes, and you don’t even know when you stopped bouncing for him, allowing him to hold you steady and buck his hips like a desperate male. 

Your body courses with heat and you cum with a cry, collapsing into him. Eris fucks you through it, your pleasure spaking his own. He follows you with a heady groan, teeth gnashing at your skin. The press of his hold, the graze of his teeth feel as though he’s trying to brand you with every part of his body pressed to yours. His hot cum between your legs sears, marking you.

Claiming you.

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[adminbryantsaki]

Pumpkin pie spice (Cinnamon, Nutmeg, ginger, cloves, and allspice)

Eri with reader as parent/caretaker.

Trick or treat.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: None. Just wholesome fun. Happy Halloween. WC: 1,022

You were in the kitchen mixing up some pie dough from scratch when you heard small feet come barreling down the stairs and a pair of small arms wrap around your legs.

“Mama! What are you making?” You heard the tiny voice of your adopted daughter speak. You looked down to see Eri looking up at you with her bright red eyes and smiling. “I am making some pumpkin hand pies. Do you want to help?” You asked. Eri’s eyes lit up and she nodded. “Alright, go wash your hands.” You told her and she ran over to the sink where she pulled her stool out and washed her hands under the running water as you finished mixing and rolling out the dough. Eri pushed her stool over to where you were working and climbed it. You had set out some cookie cutters on the counter for her to pick from. On the counter were shapes of an apple, a couple different pumpkins, and a variety of leaves. Eri picked out a pumpkin, the apple, and a couple of the leaves that she liked and pushed them to you. You moved the dough closer to her and showed her to dip the cutter into the flour then place it in a spot on the dough, pressing it down, and repeating the process until the dough had been covered in the shapes and were ready to be removed and filled with a little bit of pumpkin puree, some sugar, vanilla, and pumpkin pie spice which had cinnamon, ginger, clove, allspice, and nutmeg.

You had Eri match up the dough shapes as you would be pressing them together after you and Eri filled them. Once Eri had the shapes matched up, she helped you scoop the filling into the dough and watched you press the shapes together and seal the edges with a fork before you set them on a lined baking sheet and brushing the dough with an egg wash and giving each shape a set of indents to make the hand pie look more appetizing. You gave the leaves their veins and the pumpkins their ridges and curves to make the treat look as if it were a real pumpkin. Eri helped you with a couple of them and she did a good job and watched you slide the pan into the oven, setting a timer to come back and check on the hand pies in a few minutes.

“Why don’t we go get our costumes on so we can be ready to go trick or treating after the hand pies are done.” You suggested since Eri was situated on the floor as she wanted to watch the hand pies bake. Eri looked at you and nodded. She stood up and ran back upstairs with you behind her. She ran into her room and was pulling on her unicorn princess costume. She huffed when she had some struggles getting her dress on but you helped her zip up the back. “Thank you, mama. Can you do my hair next?” She asked once the dress had been secured and she handed you her unicorn headband. “Of course, sweetheart.” You spoke and sat her down in a chair with a hairbrush and brushed her hair gently and hummed a gentle tune. “Braid crown or Elsa braid?” You asked, letting Eri pick what hairstyle she would want.

“Braid crown.” She spoke and kept playing with a toy that she liked. You styled her hair in a braided crown that wrapped around her head and was secured by some bobby pins. You placed the unicorn headband on her head and handed Eri a mirror so she could see just as the timer went off for the hand pies. Eri thanked you for doing her hair and jumped off her chair before grabbing her candy bucket and running downstairs to turn the timer off and wait for you to pull the pies out and let her try one. You opened the oven and turned it off as you pulled the sheet out and placed it on the cooling rack that you had set up earlier and laid the pies out on the rack to cool.  Eri’s eyes were wide as saucers as the hand pies were laid out. She was bouncing with excitement as you quickly put together a simple icing of powdered sugar, milk, vanilla, and salt to dip some of the hand pies in before you let Eri try one.

“Mama! I want to try one please!?” She asked as she watched you dip about half of the batch you and Eri made and drizzle icing over the rest of the hand pies. You tested one to see if they were ready to be eaten and they were so you let Eri pick one of the apple shaped hand pies and take a bite. “These are good!” She exclaimed and giggled. “Yes, they are. We made them too.” You told her and she nodded happily. “Can we take some with us trick or treating?” Eri asked. “Sure. Get a baggie and we can put a few into the baggie for the road, okay?” You told her as you went to get changed into your costume. You joined Eri and took he trick or treating, earning a giant haul of candy, and enjoying the hand pies that the two of you bonded over making them together. The End. (Happy Halloween everyone. I hope that you enjoyed these stories. Keep your eyes peeled for a poll tomorrow to help me determine what will be coming up in the next few months and the theme for next year’s kinktober. Bye!)

[separatist-apologist]

Will Eris be a part of the monster-tober? I’m aware that he does already have 2 monster fics, so he may not be

He could be. If I re-did the survey with a wider range of characters and monsters, would people be interested in spoon feeding me their hopes and dreams?

[ellievickstar]

IT’S OCTOBER

Also means it’s my birthday in exactly 16 days (21/10/22) so for an October special instead of kinktober where I write smut I want any of you to send your dirtiest kink and I will try my best to turn it into angst or fluff because I’m not comfortable with writing smut (but I sure as hell is comfortable reading it) so this will be a challenge 🙂 [P.S. I am only comfortable with writing certain characters for now but I’ll try to be as diverse as possible)

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[thomasisaslut]

Eris Vanserra x F!Reader

Wax Play — Kinktober

Word Count: 1.2k

Includes: Wax Play, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Jealously, Light Bondage, Bath/Shower Sex, Spanking, Sexual Punishment, Fingering.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50770960

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1389413230-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐖𝐚𝐱-𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲-𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬-𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚-𝐱-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

After a long and difficult training with some of your fellow Autumn Court faeries what you needed was a nice bath and rest, you enter the room you shared with you mate but when you open the door you're instantly pinned to the back of it, Eris' hand flies to the lock—quickly making sure it was fully shut before bringing his head by your throat—inhaling your scent.

"Eris? Is something wrong?" You ask concerned, he has never shown this side of himself, at least not with you.

"You're scent." He growls. "You smell like those rats you were training with." Eris' eyes meet yours, both lust and rage showing in the fire of them.

"They are not rats, my love." You chuckle and peck his cheek. "They are our guards and soldiers."

He rolls his eyes before tossing you over his shoulder—forcing a small gasp out of you—before you're thrown onto the bed, he quickly straddles you, pinning your hands above your head.

"I hate when you smell like others, I think I need to change that, darling." Eris purrs before biting on that soft spot between your shoulder and neck, your breath hitches.

"Do you think so too?"

You nod. "But I am filthy."

"So? You are my mate, do you think I care?" Eris smirks.

You hesitate before shaking your head no, his smirk only grows.

“May I try something new, sweetling?” Eris grabs something from the drawer, you nod.

When his hand comes back into your line of vision you see a long orange-red candle in his hand, without a second thought he summons his flames, lighting the candle—the wax quickly begins to melt. He sets it down on the nightstand for a slim second before ripping your training outfit into two.

You shiver from the sudden cold but it is short lived as Eris picks up the candle and holds it over your breasts, the wax slowly drips down, leaving a small sting as it hardens on your chest.

Your whimper only excites him more.

The orange-red candle continues to drip onto your tits before he moves it down, the wax staining your stomach then thighs. Marking you. Claiming you again.

“My sweet thing…” Eris brings his free hand to your wet core. “Already so slick…” He uses his magic to finish melting the candle on you—the scent of it was a masculine thing, it smelled like your mate. “All for me?”

“Eris…” You whine as his two fingers tease your entrance.

“Yes?” He chimes, an innocent smile plastered along his face as he slides two fingers into your cunt.

“I- oh!” You moan, getting cut off by the sudden insertion.

“What were you saying, dearest?” Eris doesn’t stop his fingers as he toys with your pussy, thrusting and curling them deep within you.

“You… are the most jealous… man I know.” You state in between whimpers and pants.

“And?” His fingers speed increases.

“I love you.”

Eris’ cheeks flush a light red, he rolls his eyes before kissing you passionately, his lips melding into your own in an intoxicating manner.

“I love you too, sweetling. Now, strip me.” He demands as he motions to his pants.

You instantly sit up, the wax that was once a liquid cracks as you move. Your hands move to the tie of his pants, quickly undoing the leather before shucking down the cloth. His cock springs out, erect and leaking pre, needing to be within you.

“Hands.”

Nodding, you give his member a few experimental strokes—Eris groaning in between each—before you slowly kiss the tip, sliding the start of him into your mouth before taking him in further. By the time he is halfway in he pushes you back onto your spine. Eris spreads your thighs by using his flames—they don’t hurt, you know they don’t but the thought of a little masochism never made you scared.

Eris’ cock is now slick with both his pre and your saliva, he aligns the head with your dripping core—looking up at you once more—before gently thrusting the tip in. You moan softly, your hands find his nape and you tug him down for a kiss—his cock slides in halfway from the sudden movement.

“I love you so much, My High Lord.” You tease.

“And I love you, My High Lady.” Eris smirks.

Your eyes widen in shock. “High Lady?”

“The Night Court has one, why can’t we follow in suit?” His lips find your neck as he bottoms out.

“O-Our…” You moan as he begins to slowly pound. “Court is much less accepting!”

“You think Illyrians are accepting?” Eris groans as his hands find your hips.

“Well no…” You whimper. “But.. they-“

“They are as hot-headed as we are, Rhys has control…” His own moan passes his lips. “Over his people better is all.” Eris kisses you again. “You will make a wonderful High Lady.”

You hesitate once more before kissing him again. “Yes… I will.” You smile.

Eris chuckles before thrusting harder. “I am still pissed.”

“Oh are you?” You smirk. “Then punish me, little fox.” You tease your mate with the nickname. In a second he slides out and flips you over before instantly bottoming out deep inside of you, once the tip of his cock finds that softer spot inside of you his thrusts become more powerful than they ever have been before.

“You want me to punish you, darling? I will.” His hand connects with your rear before it does for a second time. You feel your wrists close together, you look up to see a chain of his fire around them—the same flames that held your ankles.

“You will only train with me from now on, or with the other females there.” Eris smacks your ass again. “I will not have those guards scents all over you, they smell like shit.”

If you could laugh in this moment you would, but the mix of pain and pleasure was too much.

Eris continues to smack your behind until he feels satisfied, he then moves his hands to your hips—pulling them back to match his now sloppy thrusts. You can tell he is close by the rhythm.

“Touch.. touch my clit.” You plea. “Please, my love!”

His right hand moves from your waist to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

“Cum with me, My High Lady.”

The knot in your stomach builds and before you know it the two of you both moan as your climaxes release, Eris doesn’t stop pounding until his load is deeply buried inside of you, slowly pulling out of your cunt he releases the flames binding you to the bed.

He flips you again before tugging you close to him, he holsters you up with one arm, throwing you over his shoulder before leading you to the bathroom. Once inside he flicks on the tub and places you in it.

“You want a bath still? Get clean. But right now I am not done with you.” Eris purrs before connecting his lips with your neck, he leaves dark red and purple bruises littering your throat.

“I love you.” He mutters.

“I love you too.” You smile at him, your lips kissing his hairline. “So much, Eris.”

He returns a smile before it fades into a mischievous smrik. “I am still not done with you, High Lady.”

You giggle before connecting your lips with your mates. What a beautiful way to become High Lady of the Autumn Court. And… to fuck your mate.