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moonlit-imagines · 5 months
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Headcanons for Halloween with Peter Parker
Peter Parker x reader
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a/n: FORGOT I WAS WRITIN THIS. LATE HALLOWEEN POST. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY.
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you were spider-man for halloween (of course)
“really?” -peter
“there’s no better costume i could have picked” -you
peter was…iron man
“don’t tell mr. stark about this. ever” -peter
“too late” -you, taking a picture
you sent it straight to tony
and he called almost immediately
“you could have told me you were gonna be me, im flattered. i could have lent you an old suit of mine so you didn’t have to wear that cheap mask” -tony
“that’s so kind of you, but i dont know how safe it is to wear a military grade weapon to any halloween parties or like, on the street” -you
“well, you guys wouldn’t be on the street. you could fly!” -tony
“thank you, mr. stark. i just think i’ll fit it better with this stuff!” -peter
“well, suit yourself. cheaply.” -tony
you guys took so many pictures together
remaking all kinds of poses and such
(you colored a paper plate to look like captain america’s shield and did the spider pose on peter’s bed)
you both recreated the peter/tony picture together
“can i draw the goatee on your face” -you
“it’d be my greatest honor” -peter
it was sloppy but it was a fantastic addition
“‘FRIDAY, how many hours of sleep should the average human being get each night?’” -peter, mocking tony’s voice
“‘eight hours, mr. stark’” -you, mocking FRIDAY
“‘no, you’re wrong FRIDAY. the answer is two hours every two days’” -peter
fighting the urge to go trick or treating
“i mean—aren’t we a little too old for that?” -you
“i don’t really think there’s an age limit” -peter
“yeah, but like, i was thinking more of a party and some scary movies afterwards” -you
“…i have to call ned” -peter
ned showed up to peter’s house dressed as a spider
“we coordinated this. im the spider that bit you” -ned
may was basically babysitting you guys with a camera during all of this, too
constantly snapping candids
“guys, squeeze together so i can get a few more” -may
you guys ended up finding a party thrown by a midtown student and it was…
okay?
not exactly your speed, you know?
ned actually was kind of into it though
“shots! shots! shots!” -the crowd
ned did one shot
“UGHHHHHH” -ned, hating every second of it
“told you” -you and peter
okay, so maybe the party was a blow
(you guys stole a bunch of candy out of a bowl and left)
the neighborhood had really cool halloween lights, you were able to wander and check out the decor
“that’s so me” -you, every 60 seconds
“no, that’s me” -peter
“no, that’s you” -you, pointing at an inflatable spider that had been deflated
when you got back to peter’s, you found may obsessively baking “halloween treats”
“hi guys! okay, so i have witch finger pretzels, ghost marshmallows, pumpkin cookies—oh! and those tiny pumpkins with paint. go ahead, take some stuff!” -may
you all three squeezed together on the couch and turned on the halloween movie (og of course)
“no one draw any more spiders!” -peter
*you and ned freezing and trying to cover the spiders you just painted*
“oops” -you
cracking up the whole time
peter trying to poke you with the witch finger pretzel
then pretending to pick his nose with it and eat it
“ew, peter! stop!!” -you
“hey, did may just stick some sprinkles in this marshmallow and call it a ghost?” -ned
“yeah. it’s a ghost.” -peter
“yeah, ned. are you too good for it?” -you
*ned quietly eating the marshmallow*
every once in a while you’d start paying attention to the movie again
“gross. fake. dumbass. ew.” -you
eventually you guys all crashed (on the couches, of course) and may made sure to give each of you a blanket so you had a good night
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serpentandlily · 4 months
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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny - Eris x Reader
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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny - Eris x Archeron!Reader
Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.
Warnings: use of the nickname bunny
Based on THIS request.
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Gods, you were going to be in so much trouble. You kept your fast pace as you walked through the woods, keeping your eye out for anything, anything, that might help you. The only reason you even knew where you were was the red and golden leaves adorning the trees, the scent of cinnamon and rain hanging in the crisp air. Autumn. You were in the Autumn Court. 
You had just been practicing winnowing with Rhys, your brother-in-law. Since the war ended, the Inner Circle was finally spending more time helping you learn your magic. You had wanted to learn, to do more, ever since you had been turned fae, tossed in the cauldron like your sisters.
But being the youngest meant also having to take a back seat sometimes. Feyre and Nesta never let you do anything. Never let you help in any way. Not much changed after you had been turned fae. 
The sound of dogs howling made you pause in your tracks. You stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. They could be farm dogs, it could mean that someone was nearby, someone who could help you. 
But you knew of the type of fae in the Autumn Court and it could also be someone who’d try to hurt you. You bit your lip, finally deciding to make a run for it as the howling got closer.
You took off down a line of trees, pushing yourself to run as fast as you could to create some distance between you and the pack of dogs. But a few stumbles over fallen branches and you could hear the pounding of their paws not far behind you. 
A bark had you looking over your shoulder, cursing as you saw the hounds close behind. They yelped with excitement as they caught sight of you, picking up their pace. 
Pain, awful, debilitating pain, rushed through your leg and you screamed, falling to the ground. You flipped yourself over to see your foot stuck in the claws of a bear trap, the metal prongs piercing through your skin. You cursed as you realized they must’ve been herding you here. 
You let out another cry as you forced yourself to sit up and scoot closer to the trap. The dogs were still running at you and you desperately tried to yank the trap apart, to free your foot. 
It was no use; the dogs were too fast. Faster than any dogs you’d ever encountered. You could do nothing but throw your arms over your face and scream, hoping someone would hear you before you were mauled to death by a pack of dogs. 
To your utter shock, the feeling of teeth ripping into your flesh never came. You slowly put your arms down to see twelve hounds running in a circle around you, yapping and howling into the air. Each one gray and sleek like smoke. 
Footsteps coming from behind you had you whipping around, eyes wide. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of a male. A very handsome male with silky red hair, whiskey amber eyes, and pale skin. He was tall, lithe, but he had the top three buttons of his shirt undone, giving you a glimpse of the muscles beneath. 
The cobalt coat he wore was finely crafted, along with his pants and shoes. The haughty expression on his face told you exactly who you were looking at—Eris, the Heir of Autumn.
You swallowed audibly as he smirked down at you, coming to a halt a few paces away. 
“Well what do we have here?” His voice was smooth like silk and it sent a shiver down your spine. 
You said nothing as he let out a sharp whistle and the hounds circling you halted before running to his side. They sat behind him like perfect little guards, their unusual eyes still on you. You looked back up at the male, who had just stumbled upon you, trapped. He walked around your form, much like his hounds had been doing. 
You couldn’t find any words. Mostly because of the pain of the bear trap ripping through your shin and foot. But also because you had only really ever heard horror stories about Eris—about his cruelty and cunning nature. 
Eris’s fox-like face smirked down at you in amusement. “My hounds seem to have herded a little bunny into one of my traps. Do you have a name, bunny?”
Should you tell him who you were? That you were one of the Archeron sisters, that you were from the Night Court? You knew briefly through listening in on Feyre’s conversations that they considered Eris an ally. But they also said he could hardly be trusted. 
“Does the little bunny not have a voice?” Eris purred, still circling around you like a predator playing with its food. “Hm, let me guess. The golden brown hair and the big, brown doe eyes that look incredibly similar to my brother’s mate’s…Have I trapped an Archeron?”
You used the sleeve of your dress to wipe at the tear tracks on your cheeks. You tried to back away from him, but the movement only jostled your leg, causing a small whimper to escape your throat. 
“I-I’m not sure how I ended up here, my Lord,” you mumbled. Gods, you felt pathetic. “Can you p-please help me?”
Eris tilted his head at you, in an animalistic way you still weren’t used to with the fae. He studied you for a moment before another smirk bloomed on his handsome fox-like face. He was picturesque with his disarming beauty.
“You see, I think this is all a bit unfair. You seem to know who I am, but you still haven’t told me your name, little bunny.” He knelt down next to you, reaching a gloved hand out to push some of your hair from your face. 
It should’ve alarmed you, his closeness, the touch of his hand. But for some reason, it didn’t. You swallowed again, considering your options. Maybe he would help you get home. 
“I’m one of Feyre’s sisters,” you managed to stutter out. 
“Is that so?” He seemed to be enjoying this. “And what is the name of the bunny I’ve managed to trap?” 
You mumbled your name out loud, glancing around the meadow you were in, at the hounds that were now all laying down, still staring at you. You blinked at them and the biggest one, the leader of the pack, stood suddenly. You kept your eyes trained on her as she marched over to you, shaking as you examined her large head, her jaw that could easily rip your throat out. 
But to your surprise, she merely meandered over to you and brushed her head against yours, letting out a low whine. Your eyes widened, looking over at Eris for a second to see a flicker of shock cross his face. The hound let out a small yip before licking the side of your face, drawing out a surprised giggle from you. Was she trying to…comfort you? 
“Ashera,” Eris said sternly with a snap of the fingers. But the hound merely glanced at him and then went back to nudging you with her fluffy head. 
You raised a shaky hand and stroked her back, bewildered by the dog's behavior. She licked you up the side of your face again and Eris said her name a little louder this time, making her ears twitch. She whined at him but listened, going back to the other dogs. 
“I didn’t know there was a fourth Archeron sister. Where have they been hiding you?” Eris asked, drawing your attention back to him. “And why?”
You shrugged your shoulders. Had they been hiding you? No one has ever mentioned keeping you a secret. “I-I don’t know.”
He waved a hand in the air, summoning a piece of parchment and pen. He quickly scribbled something on it before flicking it away. You watched it disappear with awe, still taken aback by the use of magic. 
Eris seemed to remember you were still stuck. He let out a sigh and placed his hands on both sides of the trap. He paused to look at you. “Sorry, little bunny, but this is going to hurt.”
And then he pulled the trap apart with his bare hands. You let out a loud cry as the metal spikes were pulled out of your leg. You whimpered, pulling your knee to your chest as you examined the damage to your shin. 
Blood was now gushing from the wounds that circled around your shin. You grabbed some of your skirt in your hand, intending to use it to put pressure on the wounds but Eris’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. 
“Don’t do that,” he hissed. “Are you dumb? Your skirt is covered in dirt and mud. You’ll only infect it.”
Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment. He reached a hand towards you but now free from the trap, you scrambled away from him with a whimper. He let out an amused chuckle.
“No need to be frightened, little bunny,” he purred. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
You looked at him warily as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, dangling it in the air between the two of you. You swallowed audibly but didn’t move as he approached again and wrapped it around your ankle as a makeshift gauze. 
He hummed, standing up and brushing invisible dirt from his pants. “Now, are you going to tell me why exactly an Archeron is in my court?”
“I was learning how to winnow. I-I don’t know how I ended up here. One minute I was in Velaris and then next, I was here.” 
He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Interesting. Well, come on. Let’s get to Spring so someone can come retrieve you before you get yourself killed.”
Eris held at his gloved hand to you. You took it, letting him help you rise from the ground, trying to keep weight off your injured ankle. As soon as you were up, he winnowed the two of you away. 
A moment later, you appeared on the border of Autumn and Spring. You would’ve fallen over if it wasn’t for Eris grabbing you by the upper arm. You blushed, muttering a small thank you.
“I’m afraid we’re going to have to walk the rest of the way so we don’t set off any wards that will alert my father,” Eris said, coolly. 
He set off and you trailed after him, hobbling slowly because of your injury. You only made it a few paces before Eris turned around. 
“Hurry it up, bunny, I don’t have all day.”
Your eyes narrowed at him. “Sorry, it’s a little hard to walk considering my foot was just in a bear trap.”
Eris tsked, looking down at your ankle before his eyes trailed up your form. He let out a sigh and strided back to you. Before you could even figure out what he was doing, he grabbed you by the waist and tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
You squeaked in surprise. “What are you doing?! Put me down!”
“Like I said, I don’t have all day,” Eris said, stalking off towards the border to Spring. You jostled on his shoulder with each step he took but he held you firmly with an arm around your thighs like you weighed absolutely nothing. 
You pounded on his back with your fists. “Ugh, Let me down!”
“You even hit with the strength of a rabbit,” Eris laughed to himself, ignoring your attempts to free yourself from his hold. 
“Jerk,” you scoffed, crossing your arms as you dangled there. 
Eris just laughed again. You bickered with him all the way to a clearing where he finally came to a stop and put you down. You huffed, smoothing down your dress and hair as you glared up at him. 
“You’re welcome,” he purred with an arrogant smile. 
The shadows around the clearing seemed to move in a flurry and then a familiar face stepped out of the darkness. 
“Get away from her,” Azriel growled at Eris.
Eris held his hands up, that smile never leaving his face as Azriel stalked towards you. His eyes narrowed as he sniffed, smelling the blood on you.
“Did he hurt you?” Azriel asked, his tone dark. He grabbed you by the arm and yanked you to his side, causing you to stumble. 
Before you could even open your mouth, Eris cut in.
“Must you have such a low opinion of me, shadowsinger.” Eris wore that fox-like grin again. “I haven’t harmed a single hair on her head.”
Azriel looked to you, waiting for you to verify his story.
“He speaks the truth, Azriel,” you said, clutching your ankle. “I ran into a bear trap on my own. He helped me out of it and brought me here.”
“And why were you running?” Azriel tossed Eris a glare.
“His d-dogs scared me. But they’re friendly,” you replied, trying to ease the tension in the air. 
Eris scoffed, as if no one had ever referred to his hounds as friendly before. 
Azriel looked at you with exasperation. “Come on, let’s get you home. No need to linger here.” He glared at Eris one last time. 
Before you could protest, he hoisted you up into his arms. You glanced at Eris one last time to see a moment of shock cross his face as he met your gaze.
“Thank you,” you called out as you gave him a small wave before you were swept away in the shadows.
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You didn’t see Eris again for months. Not until Winter Solstice, when it had been decided that Nesta would try to intrigue him enough to keep him as a steady ally. When Elain had declared that she was going to join the Inner Circle in the Court of Nightmares, you had demanded to be taken as well, despite arguments from nearly everyone. But you were tired of being treated like a baby.
You had gotten your way in the end, after agreeing to strict orders to stay at the foot of the dais the entire time. It wasn’t ideal but it was something…better than staying home. 
You were dressed in a black tulle, A-line gown. The bodice was sheer but adorned with lace appliques embedded with shining silver gems. It had a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder lace straps. It swept the floor with tulle and lace, pooling at your feet like dark water. It was beautiful, more girlish than the dress Nesta was wearing but not as plain as Elain’s modest, long-sleeved dress. 
You stood at the bottom of the dais next to your sisters, between the two Illyrian warriors, as your sister addressed the crowd. Eris was standing next to Keir at the head of the gathered crowd, dressed in Night Court black himself. It was hard to deny how truly beautiful he was—especially with his striking red hair contrasting the black so well. You could feel his eyes on you from time to time but kept your gaze forward. 
 “May the blessings of the Winter Solstice be upon you,” Feyre declared. 
Keir was the first to approach with a low bow. “Allow me to extend my congratulations.”
“And allow me to extend mine as well, on behalf of my father and the entire Autumn Court.” Eris had stalked forward as well, giving your sister a pretty, cultivated smile. “He shall be thrilled by the news.” 
“I’m sure he will.” Rhys kept his eyes trained on the Autumn Heir. “Music!” 
An orchestra began playing and Feyre raised her voice and said, “Go—eat.”
The crowd slowly began to dissipate. Keir also disappeared as half the crowd began to dance seamlessly to the music. 
“Before you join the merriment, Eris,” Rhys drawled. “I’d like to present you with your Solstice gift.”
You tuned out the conversation, taking in the rest of the throne room. It was your first time here in Hewn City. It was as monstrous as expected. But beautiful still, in the dark way that screamed Night. 
You tuned back into the conversation just as Feyre spoke, “Ordinarily I would ask you to dance, but my condition has left me unwell enough that I worry about what so much spinning would do to my stomach.” 
She looked at the three of you, as if deciding who she would offer to the Heir of Autumn even though it had already been decided. Elain gave a passable impression of appearing interested, as she had been directed to. Nesta just looked bored. Rhys and Feyre had given you no direction, claiming Eris would be tempted more by power and a wide-eyed, young girl, as they had called you, would not be of interest to him. 
“My oldest sister shall take my place.” 
But it was like Eris hadn’t heard Feyre speak as he stepped forward and stopped in front of you, not Nesta. You blinked at him, your brows raising with confusion as he extended his hand to you, an open invitation. 
“I’ll take the little bunny,” Eris purred with that fox-like grin. He kept his amber eyes on you, not looking towards Feyre despite speaking to her. “If the Lady agrees, of course.” 
“I-I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the dances, my Lord,” you said, politely, ignoring the hand outstretched to you as your cheeks turned red at the attention. 
Eris didn’t back down. “That’s quite alright. I’ve been told I’m a good lead.” 
You glanced at Feyre and Rhys, uncertain of what you were supposed to do. This wasn’t the plan. Eris was never supposed to take interest in you. You were a speck of dust compared to the power rolling off Nesta—power, the only thing he was supposed to care about. 
You felt talons scrape your mind and let your sister in.
Just go with it for now. We’ll send in Azriel to take over before it goes too far. 
You slipped your hand in Eris’s hold and let him escort you to the dance floor just as the dance finished and the introductory strains of the next began. You couldn’t wipe the wide-eyed look off your face as much as you tried to. You placed your free hand on his shoulder just as his broad hand slid around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.
You blushed, somehow turning even more red than you already had been. 
He leaned down to whisper in your ear just as the violins began their song. 
“And so the fox ensnares the bunny again.” 
Your eyes narrowed at him. “Stop calling me that.” 
“Why?” he purred, beginning to lead you into the dance. “It just seems so fitting.” 
“It’s not,” you grumbled, trying not to stumble over your own feet. You were lucky that this waltz was similar to the one from the human lands or else you would have surely embarrassed yourself already. 
The pair of you finished your first rotation around the dance floor in silence but that smirk never seemed to leave Eris’s face to your annoyance. Flame simmered in his eyes, never leaving yours for a second. You felt something flutter in your chest. 
“So,” Eris finally spoke. “Have your owners finally let you out of your cage?” 
“I am not caged here,” you murmured. “Just because they don’t find you pleasant company, doesn’t mean I haven’t been allowed around others.” 
You snapped your mouth shut, a brief wave of horror passing through you. You had just insulted him. You had just done the opposite of what was supposed to be happening tonight. But to your surprise, Eris just chuckled, not seeming offended at all. 
“Do you find me unpleasant, Lady?”
“I remain undecided, my Lord,” you said. “Though everyone certainly has a lot to say about you.”
“What lies have they told you about me, sweetheart?” He twirled your around again, your skirt swishing in the air. A faint fluttering of butterflies grew in your stomach. 
“What are these lies you speak of, my Lord?”
You tried to channel your sister but it came out so wrong. You didn’t sound as aloof as her. Nor as cold. 
“Don’t try to play the game they want you to.” Eris’s smirk grew into a grin. “It does not suit you, bunny.” 
“Maybe if you stopped playing games, I wouldn’t feel the need to as well,” you muttered with a frown. Eris’s grin sharpened. 
You were failing at this task. Failing so profoundly that it was embarrassing. You hoped your family couldn’t hear this conversation. 
“This is not a game to me, little bunny,” Eris purred, his grip around your waist tightening. “None of it is.”
“Your behavior seems to say otherwise. So does your reputation.” 
“Do I not ally myself with this court under constant threat of being discovered and killed by my father? Do I not offer aid whenever Rhysand wishes?” 
“That matters little to me, my Lord,” you said. “I am not a piece on this political chessboard you seem to have with Rhysand.” 
“So what matters to you, Y/n?” Eris kept pace with the other dancers and you followed his lead as best as you could. “Tell me. I wish to know.” 
Your hand slipped from his shoulder, down to his chest and right over his beating heart. “This. This is what matters to me. I would rather someone good of heart over someone with power.” 
“How sweet,” Eris teased. “How naive.” 
“Gods forbid someone be hopeful for the goodness of people to be the change in this world,” you bristled. 
To your surprise, Eris merely smirked once again. “Goodness cannot exist amongst cruelty, sweetheart. Just as hope cannot exist under the burden of responsibility.” 
You studied him closely. “Aren’t you tired of putting on a show, Eris? I have seen monsters. You do not seem like one of them.” 
Eris yanked you closer and your heart began to pound in your chest. “Then I’d say you haven’t seen enough of the world and its monsters if you truly believe that, bunny.”
“Stop calling me that!” 
“Wide-eyed, fluffy tailed,” Eris listed off, his fox-like grin returning. “Still has hope that she can change the world. I have seen this story, sweetheart. I know how it ends. Perhaps it would be best for you to return to your safe, little burrow where you belong.” 
A wave of anger crashed into you, your body heating up. 
“You don’t get to tell me where I belong. No one does,” you huffed. “Especially not a jerk who doesn’t have dreams of his own and lets everyone else dictate who he is!” 
Eris didn’t seem perturbed by your impassioned speech. If anything, his grin seemed to grow. You hadn’t even realized the song had ended and that the two of you had come to a halt on the edge of the dance floor, too lost in your anger. 
“You’re just going to have to learn the hard way, sweetheart. You think having dreams and hope makes you something but it doesn’t. It can’t.” Your hand dropped from his chest as he brought the one he was holding up to his lips.  “You are only ever going to be what others think you are.”
He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before letting it fall to your side.  
“Sly fox.” He pointed to himself before turning his hand to you in a sweeping gesture. “Dumb bunny.” 
“I am not a dumb bunny,” you growled. 
“Right,” he drawled in a teasing manner that infuriated you. “And you are definitely not caged here, either.” 
Your eyes widened as he strode away from you, disappearing in the crowd but not before he tossed one last remark over his shoulder, “I’ll catch you later, bunny.”
You stared at his back as a scarred hand landed on your shoulder with a firm grip, knocking you out of your stupor. You looked up at Azriel, at his cold, unreadable face that stared down at you. 
“Come on,” he murmured. “I’ve been ordered to take you back home.”
And just like that, your night–and freedom—was over. Eris’s words and his stupidly handsome face haunted you the entire journey back to Velaris. 
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estcaligo · 1 month
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"Bad Dream"
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scealaiscoite · 6 months
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cosy autumn prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍁 ꒱
⋆ cuddling under a blanket
⋆ baking together
⋆ lazy days in
⋆ carving pumpkins
⋆ movie nights
⋆ flannel shirts
⋆ cold hands
⋆ steaming mugs
⋆ scary movie marathons
⋆ home-cooked meals
⋆ scented candles
⋆ bear hugs
⋆ coffee shop date
⋆ bonfire night
⋆ pillow forts
⋆ thunderstorms
⋆ leaf piles
⋆ sharing blankets
⋆ rain showers
⋆ log cabin
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yearning-for-autumn · 2 months
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Azriel NSFW Alphabet
A/N: Literally no one asked for this, also I may have gone a bit overboard so like if anyone who knows me sees this no you didn't.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Azriel is king of the princess treatment. Whilst he is rough in bed, he is gentle and sweet with you once it’s all over, he’ll run his hands softly down your body whispering how well you did, how good you were for him. Then he’ll scoop you up and run you both a bath, getting in with you to wash your hair and hold you.
Butterfly kisses….enough said.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Azriel is an ass guy, he likes boobs but he will always admire a shapely bum. He loves to grab it, slap it, rub soothing circles on it as he fucks you. He loves to have you bounce up and down on his cock facing away from him as well so he can watch it jiggle. To a lesser extent, he loves your neck as well, he loves to leave hickies to stake his claim…possessive Illyrians…
His favourite body part of his own is probably his wings. He’s a bit smug about the fact he has the biggest wingspan of his brothers, and on a sadder note he is just thankful he can use them, that he learnt to fly and the freedom they represent for him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
This man cums heavy. Like…it’s going to be dripping from you. He loves coming over your arse, watching those stripes of white paint your red backside.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Azriel doesn’t really like to admit, but he is pretty touch starved. He doesn’t allow many people to touch his wings but the first time you did he came almost immediately. It took a little while for him to build up some stamina with you in that area. 
On a dirtier note…Azriel has a bit of a fantasy of fucking you in the same room as Cassian and Nesta. He loves how feisty Nesta is, knowing she’s a bit of a brat for Cassian. He wants to show off how much of a good girl you are for him, make Cassian Jealous that he can do absolutely anything to you and you’ll thank him for it. He also wants to see you fuck Nesta…whilst he fucks Cass. 
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Azriel is very experienced. He has had a lot of lovers over the years but he is not very experienced in having a long term relationship. That being said, he has taken subs before and is very confident in his abilities to practise BDSM safely and sanely. He takes your comfort very seriously and has experience with many different wants and needs.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Honestly any, but he loves sitting up with you in his lap, either bouncing you up and down on his cock, or having your back pressed against his chest as he cradles you and rubs your clit until you cum. 
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can be if he thinks you’re really nervous but mostly he’s in the zone. When he fucks you, he does it right, and he’s concentrating on your pleasure…(or punishment).
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps things neat down there but he’s not completely hairless. He doesn’t have a preference on whether you choose to shave or not.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Azriel can turn on the romance if need be, but his expertise lies in being a dom, he’s not not romantic…but he’s definitely not sweet and gentle with you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Azriel masturbates quite frequently. He’s got a high sex drive and so when you’re away or he’s on a mission he won’t think twice before taking himself in his hand. He’s also a fan of masturbating together, and loves pumping his thick cock to the sight of you rubbing your clit, head thrown back in self made ecstasy. 
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
DDLG - I’m a firm believer in daddy!az, he loves to spoil you, he’s not a brat tamer but you’re such a good girl for him that he doesn’t have to be. 
Breeding - I think this is an Illyrian trait that he’s a little ashamed of. He loves pumping you full of cum, and pushing it back in. It gets him all hot and bothered to whisper in your ear how hot he thinks you would look full with his child.
Spanking - This male just can’t leave your ass alone…if your butt is out it’s getting slapped. He loves taking you over his knee, panties on at first then spanking you hard until you soak through the fabric.
Dom/Sub - I think he can switch, and does enjoy subbing occasionally, but mostly likes to see your submission to him. He likes the quiet submission, doing up your shoes, cooking you dinner because you’re just his little girl and need him to help you. He also likes to have you kneel at his side whilst he works, head resting on his knee.
This might be a bit out of pocket but I also think he has a teeny bit of a piss kink, but he keeps this to himself unless you are very adventurous. Look SJM said he was a freak alright but everyones afraid to make him really freaky…..
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He’s quite a private male so nowhere you’re likely to get caught. He can be swayed…but it’s at your own risk.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly anything turns him on. You could walk past him and he would grab you by the hips, pull you to his chest and ask if you want to play. What really turns him on though is when you initiate. When you crawl into his lap, all shy like, bat your eyelashes and ask him…daddy, can we play? Cauldron, he’ll be hard before you’ve finished asking.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Azriel isn’t into hurting you too much. He finds scratching, blood play, and anything unnecessarily rough too far and he won’t do it unless you eased him into it. His hard no is fire, anything to do with it, candles and wax play…he won’t go there at all. 
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Look, the man is a giver and is good at it, but god does he love a blowjob. Give Azriel a blow job. He wants it. He’d reward you so good for it. He’s gonna cradle your head and stroke your hair while you do it. Please.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
If it’s a special occasion he might take his time with you, fuck you all romantic, turn on the romance so to speak. But he really prefers to set the pace quite quick, it gets him off better and it probably gets you off better too.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Oh yeah. He’s ready to go at any moment. And he’s got a busy job. Rhys asks him to do things on pretty short notice sometimes and he’s not leaving without a quick fuck. But he won’t do anything particularly kinky unless he’s got time for aftercare, he’s discussed what he wants from it, and has your input on everything involved. Your quickies are more like quick vanilla sex, you love it though, any Azriel is good for you. 
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Azriel would not be the kinky male he is if he wasn’t down to experiment. If you have something new for him to try he’s absolutely game, just don’t spring it on him before he’s going away or he’ll be a grumpy boy.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Mm Azriel will last long, but if you touch his wings…man’s going to come prematurely and be sulky about it for the rest of the night. 
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yes. Azriel has floggers, paddles, ropes, vibrators, (bunny ears and a bunny tail buttplug….). He loves to dress you up. And he’s not shy about using toys to enhance your pleasure. He draws the line at making a mould of his own penis though..and you have asked.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s a massive tease. He’s a condescending, teasing, smug asshole. But if you are desperate enough he will grant you relief. He will also listen seriously if you tell him you’re not in the mood for teasing. He only wants to tease if he knows you’re into it. This is why safewords exist guys. Also, and I can’t stress this enough, I firmly believe he would only tease in the bedroom, he’s not one of these guys that wants to see you mad and gets a kick out of it, I find that kind of man repulsive lowkey.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Let. Azriel. Be. Loud. In. Bed. Quiet in the streets, loud in the sheets baby. But anyway yeah he moans a lot, talks a lot, wants you to know how much you turn him on. And he wants you to be the same. He’s not happy until you’re screaming.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Azriel pretends to be cocky about his body but he’s actually a bit embarrassed about getting fully naked around people. This goes away quite quickly when you start worshipping it with your mouth though–
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Big boy…massive boy…he’s girthy and he’s long and Rhys and Cassian can only look and weep.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High. He wants you all the time, everyday. The mating frenzy was exhausting, I hope your pussy survived.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Look he’s a male, orgasms make him sleepy, but he won’t sleep until you’re tucked up beside him and comfortable. Mans not happy until his baby’s happy.
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xxautumnivyxx · 4 months
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The contrast between these two sets was a lot of fun. Might explore other series “partner” sets in the future.
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Quotable quotes.
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"Among thousands of daily thoughts and words, be grateful to the one who thinks of you".
—  Juan Francisco Palencia.
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queenie-official · 5 months
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Photos of Hayden that give off of Modern!Anakin in the Fall
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just gives off warm autumn vibes in my opinion (looking at these photos makes me wanna go on a coffee shop date with him), Enjoy huns Xx <3 🍂✨
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lyssasdrafts · 3 months
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— AFTERGLOW 🦇🌟
azriel x reader smau!
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status: ongoing!
pairing: azriel x reader, slight eris x reader
includes: humor, angst, fluff, modern au, coffee shop au, college/university au, strangers to lovers (for azriel x reader), childhood friends to lovers (for eris x reader)
description: being a childhood friend of the archerons and vanserras; you happen to keep running into a certain member of the inner circle at velaris university, but pursuing a new relationship with someone else is hard when you struggle with commitment issues from your first love.
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content warning: contains themes of azriel’s canonically toxic family life, mentioned/implied homophobia for mor’s arc (chapters containing these will have a warning)
00 profiles: y/n’s group exiles cafe inner circle
001: “ i blew things out of proportion ”
002: “ i pinned your hands behind your back ”
003: “ thought i had reason to attack ”
004: “ fighting with a true love ”
005: “ boxing with no gloves ”
006: “ this ultraviolet morning light ”
007: “ chemistry ‘til it blows up ”
008: “ tells me this love is worth the fight ”
009: “ tell me that you’re still mine ”
010: “ why’d i have to break what i love so much? ”
011: “ it’s all me, in my head… ”
012: “ i’m sorry that i hurt you ”
013: “ but it’s not what i meant ”
014: “ i don’t wanna lose this with you ”
015: “ just wanna lift you up, not let you go ”
016: “ i lived like an island ”
017: “ tell me that it’s not my fault ”
bonus chapters:
002.5: “ who’s that barista guy? ”
013.5: “ why are you calling me your babygirl? ”
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taglist: open!! lmk if you want to be added
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silentmacabre · 7 months
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stiles is so autumn coded
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moonlit-imagines · 5 months
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warnings:
a/n:
requested by 🦊 anon
“This isn’t even that scary, it’s just a bunch of teenagers in cheap costumes jumping out at you.” Wally complained moments before one of said teenagers jumped out at him, causing him to squeal and grasp your arm in fear. It took him a moment to compose himself while you tried to contain your laughter. “Hey, it’s just dark, I thought it could be…a bad guy.” He whispered that last part before another scare caused the same reaction.
“Well, we could go to a real haunted house.” You suggested instead of the quaint fall fair you’d been wandering all day. “We hit just about every fun thing here. Hay ride, corn maze, apple picking, pumpkin patch.” Wally scoffed as you two exited the mock house full of actors. “Don’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts. Again.” You crossed your arms. “I have no problem calling up Constantine right now.”
“Don’t do that. That guy is weird.” Wally deadpanned and you nodded in agreement. “And yeah, I don’t believe in ghosts! What about it?”
“I’ve seen ghosts before. I’ve even talked to some.” You revealed and Wally rolled his eyes. “Oh, you don’t believe me?”
“Nope.”
“Guess we’re taking a trip to the real haunted house.”
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princessaxoxo · 6 months
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Pumpkin Kisses
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Clark Kent x Reader 
Summary: Clark and you have a date at a pumpkin patch which leads to fun in the corn maze 
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, some fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), public sex, fingering, dirty talk, cussing, squirting
Word Count: 1.3k+
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Autumn is always your favorite time of year—the breeze in the air, how the leaves change colors, and, in your opinion, pumpkin patches. The enjoyment you feel searching for the biggest pumpkin to carve is unlike any other. Clark and you pulled into the pumpkin patch; your eyes sparkled at the sight of all the pumpkins, pumpkin cider, and, best of all, the corn maze they surprisingly have this year.
After you both exit the car, you immediately grab his hand and go in search of the perfect pumpkin. For the next few hours, you and Clark examine different pumpkins to find the perfect one. “How is this one?” Clark asked you, and looking at the pumpkin in full, you knew it was the one. The pumpkin was perfectly round, with no dents, and the color was bright.
You pointed towards the cornfield, and Clark turned his head. “Stud muffin, we need to go through the maze,” you said, ecstatic. Knowing how happy it would make you, he couldn’t turn the opportunity away. “I’d be delighted to go through the maze with you, sweetheart,” he said before kissing you.
Clark picked up the pumpkin, his muscles bulging underneath his shirt as he carried it to pay. After placing the pumpkin in the trunk, he held on to your hand and headed towards the corn maze. The sky was starting to change into different shades of orange and yellow.
The two of you are holding hands while laughing hysterically and walking through the maze. Realizing you and Clark are reaching a dead end, the both of you stop for a moment, still laughing as he pulls you into his arms.
Looking down at you and smiling, he kissed you softly. “Mhm, yummy.” His kisses are always so sweet; his lips are molded flawlessly with yours. “I think we’re stuck, sweetheart,” he laughed. His laugh is so infectious that it vibrates through you. “I think you may be right; I underestimated this,” you chuckled.
“We need to try and find our way out; let’s go, honey.” You started on your way, but Clark stayed in his spot, not moving an inch. You turned around to look at him. “What are you doing?” He made a motion with his hand to walk back to him. “I think this is the perfect timing.”
“Perfect timing for what?” You gave him a weird expression. “I’ve always wanted to have sex with you in a public place.” Clark winked at you with a smile. You looked around; the both of you were alone, and you didn’t hear anyone nearby. This was the first time Clark mentioned wanting to have public sex; you’ve fantasized about this too. You stood up on your tip-toes, looked at him, and said, “Let’s do it, stud muffin.”
Clark and you started to kiss, and you bit his bottom lip to tease him a little every time he tried to go back in for another one. "y/f/n, are you going to tease me right now?” He raised his eyebrow at you, and you playfully said, "Mhm, and what are you going to do about it?”
Hearing you say that in such a condescending tone was shocking. He knew you were trying to provoke him. In bed, Clark likes to be fairly rough but overall gentle with you. However, since you were acting like a brat, he would fuck you like one.
The two of you were standing in the middle of the small cornfield, and his kisses were becoming more aggressive. The thought of the two of you having sex in public with the possibility of being caught made your pussy and your panties dampen.
Clark's long fingers run over your silky skin, trailing underneath your skirt and finding their way between your smooth thighs. His fingers glide against your clit, covered by your soaked panties. His lips brush against your ear as he begins to whisper, “My sweet girl, drenched for me already, always ready for me to fuck you." This was a new side of Clark you were seeing, and you couldn’t wait to see more of it.
Clark began to rub his fingers between your folds before plunging two into you. He wasn’t going to take his time and be gentle with you, as usual. No, he wanted you to beg for him to stop; he wanted you to become so sensitive from making you come. He was going to fuck that attitude out of you.
Clark increased his speed, his digits still inside you. You could feel a new sensation in your lower stomach; that feeling was building until it popped like a bubble. "Clark, Oh my!” you screamed.
Your head was in a haze, and your eyes closed as you felt your legs shaking and starting to buckle. Clark kissed your jaw. “Look at this delicious mess you made all over me." You opened your eyes and looked down at his shirt, realizing you had squirted. Your breathing was still erratic, and in utter shock, you felt a little embarrassed, but Clark wouldn’t let that happen.
He ripped off your panties, surprising you by stuffing them in your mouth. Clark picked you up, walking over to the piles of hay that were stacked high and pushing you up against them. You undid his belt and zipper, pulling his cock out. He spitted in his hand, rubbing it around, and eased himself into your silk folds, lathering himself with your juices before plunging into you with his head thrown back with a groan. “This pussy is made for me.”
His muscles strained under his shirt as he moved deeper into you with each snap of his hips. Clark watched you take off your sweater in a hurry and then pull down your bra so he could see your tits bounce up and down. The sight of them made him more eager. You twisted one of your nipples, making you whimper in pleasure.
“Nope, you wanted to act like a brat; you’ll be treated as one.” Clark swatted your hand away and grabbed your tit, leaning forward and circling your nipple with his tongue.
The mixture between him sucking on your tits and fucking you at once was becoming too much. Your resolve was crumbling; he could see that you were about to come. So he made his movements faster, and when you finally did, he didn’t stop. He wanted you to be sensitive. "Baby, ah," you pushed on his chest, but Clark wasn’t budging.
He removed his mouth from your nipple and decided to move his hand down to your clit and rubbed viciously, your face screwed up in pleasure and pain. That same feeling from earlier returned. Clark removed his finger from your clit and brought it to your mouth.
“Open up,” he said in a low growl. You knew what to do. You sucked on his fingers with a moan that sent him into a spiral. Clark was close—too close. "Baby, I’m coming.” You felt yourself soak him with your juices.
"Shit, sweetheart, I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Want all my cum like a good girl?” He asked you with a primal look in his eyes, "Yes, baby, fill me up." With your pussy grasped around his cock, his seed poured into you. Clark eased out of you, the two of you holding onto each other and breathing in sync to calm down. He slowly puts you down, grabbing your face gently and kissing you. “Are you okay?” You loved that Clark was so attentive and caring. “Mhm, trust me, I’m perfect.”
The two of you got dressed; you saw his glasses on the ground and giggled at the fact that neither of you paid attention to them falling. You saw how dark the sky had gotten. “We should hurry and find our way out before they close and we get stuck here all night, stud muffin." The rest of the way out, Clark was pulling hay out of your hair, making the both of you giggle.
You both reached the end of the maze at the perfect time. Over the speakers, they announced the pumpkin patch was closing for the night and would reopen again tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. “This is our yearly tradition now, sweetheart.”
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ghostdrinkssoup · 2 years
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the real question is why did will graham go through his hot girl summer arc in the middle of winter
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spencerslover-blog · 13 days
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★. a saturday with spencer reid
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leafsandstarlight · 8 months
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Destiny's Battleground pt. 4 - Eris x Reader
Description: When the bond snaps for Eris during the battle against Hybern, he realizes that he would do just about anything for his new mate. Author's Notes: We finally have some peace!!! I really went for it here with all the things I'd like to see Eris do if he becomes High Lord! I hope you enjoy and thank you SO much for reading ❤️ Warnings: sexual content, mentions of alcohol use, references to previous domestic and parental abuse, pet names Word Count: approx. 9000 Minors do not interact.
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Eris POV:
The High Lord power looked good on Eris.  He wore the immense amount of power that thrummed through his being well.  In the immediate aftermath of defeating his father, as the power surged through him, it took every ounce of his restraint to not mount you and channel the vast tide of energy into fucking you.  Eris knew that the High Lord’s power tended to strengthen instincts, especially those to dominate, to control, but he hadn’t expected how it would intensify the way the bond ached in his chest. 
And when you rushed over to him and threw your arms around him as he knelt, Eris wanted to pin you to the floor of the Great Hall, to make you his.  But you were holding him, pulling his face to your chest in a way that could only be described as affectionate, and Eris refused to ruin that.  He wanted you to keep your arms around him, to never let him go. 
When you finally released him, seeming to remember yourself and the friends that watched you, Eris mourned the loss of your warmth against him. 
“Are you alright?” You breathed, and Eris was consumed by your scent, by the way your voice sounded as it lingered through the air.  Everything felt intensified as the power swept through him, tingling as it became his. 
“Give him some space,” Rhys warned, gesturing for you to back away from Eris.  “The transformation can be intense.”  And Eris was growling before he could stop himself.  How dare Rhysand talk to you.  How dare he give you an order.  For a moment, Eris wanted to use his powers to remind Rhys exactly whose mate you were, but he remembered himself.  That was not who he wanted to be.
When Eris finally raised his amber eyes, they were glowing as he searched for your face.  You were staring at him with careful, wide eyes.
“Eris,” you said quietly, and every instinct in Eris’s body told him to go to you, to get closer.  But he stayed where he was, and he felt as the power raged inside of him, the feeling consuming him.  
“You should go,” Eris grunted, his eyes flickering to Rhys.  He didn’t know what would happen next, what he might become, and he refused to put you in danger.  He needed to figure out how to control this new power before he let you anywhere near him.
Rhys nodded, understanding exactly what Eris was asking of him.  Cassian and Azriel will stay behind, in case you need assistance, Rhys told Eris mentally before he grabbed your arm and winnowed you out of sight.
The last thing Eris saw before you disappeared was your concerned eyes as you tried to fight off Rhys’s grip.  And then you were gone.
Reader’s POV:
When Rhys grabbed your arm, dragging you away from Eris and back to the Night Court, you snarled at him, temporarily overcome by your instincts.  You glared at him as Mor appeared beside you.
You were about to say some choice things to Rhys, who was looking at you apologetically, when Mor put her hand on your shoulder, anchoring you.
“He’s going to be alright.  He just needs time to get used to the power before he can be around you,” Rhys told you gently, the closest you’d get to an apology for dragging you away from your mate.  
You let out a deep sigh, forcing your body to relax.  Nodding after a moment, you knew that Rhys was likely right.  You had seen the darkness, the intensity, that raged in Eris’s amber eyes as the High Lord power overtook him.  The pull to submit to him, to consummate the bond, had become stronger as he transformed, and you could only wonder what the bond was begging him to do. 
“How’d it go?” You heard Feyre ask, breaking the tension that had settled between you. 
“Beron is dead,” Rhys reported, pressing a kiss to his mate’s cheek.  And something about hearing him say it made it all more real. 
You turned to look at Mor to find a small smile resting on her face.  Beron was dead.  You reached out a grabbed your friend’s hand, squeezing it tightly. 
Regardless of what happened next, at least you could all sleep a little sounder knowing that cruel bastard was dead.
Eris’s POV:
In the aftermath of his father’s death, Eris was hard at work in the Autumn Court.  The guards fell easily into line after Beron died, following Eris as though they hadn’t been complicit in his torture, as though they hadn’t stood by Beron through all of his cruelty.  Eris made sure they knew that he was the one they listened to now, that things would be different now that he was in charge.
Before he left, Rhys had tampered with the memories of anyone who witnessed their fight with Beron, erasing the Night Court’s involvement.  Instead, everyone believed that Eris had defeated Beron by himself in a fit of bond-induced rage after Beron had threatened Eris’s mate. 
Always mix lies with some truth. 
The first thing Eris did after he established control over his newfound powers was find his mother.  She was still kneeling in front of Beron’s body, eyes glazed over.
“Mother,” Eris called to her gently, easing her from her trance.  She looked up at him as though she wasn’t truly sure where she was, what had happened.
“He’s dead,�� she whispered, her russet eyes widening at her son.  Eris nodded, understanding the weight of those words. “I–”
“You are safe now,” Eris interrupted, resting his hand on his mother’s shoulder.  “He can’t hurt you anymore.  He can’t hurt any of us.”
And when his mother started to weep, Eris couldn’t help it if a few rogue tears slipped from his eyes. 
His brothers all bent their knees to him in the Great Hall, albeit begrudgingly.  When they stood, Eris’s amber eyes were assessing them carefully.
“Things will be different,” Eris told them, voice tense.  It was both a promise and a warning.  There would be less cruelty, less violence.  If his brothers wanted to remain in the Autumn Court, they would have to learn to live without it.
“You all have a place in my court, should you choose it,” Eris noted, not bothering to keep the extent of his power hidden.  He figured it was better his brothers see it to ensure they never tried to turn against him.  “But if you wish to leave the Forest House, you may.  You can have an estate, some land, and do as you please with your lives.” 
His brothers stared at him with widened eyes for a moment before one of them broke the silence, “Who are you and what have you done with our ass of a brother?” 
Eris rolled his eyes, but his brother’s words softened something inside him. 
“We were all different under father,” Eris told them.  “I was not always a good brother.  I know I have been cruel at times–”
“At times?” One of his brothers called with a smirk.  Eris glared at him.  The disrespect.
“But, I don’t want to be like father.  I don’t want any of us to become father.  We have to be better.”  His brothers stared at him for a long moment before nodding, their eyes perhaps a smidgen less cold than when he had first called them into the Great Hall.  It would take time to unlearn the cruelty that Beron had taught them, the desire to fight amongst themselves, but maybe one day they all truly could become better males. 
Two of his brothers decided to stay in the Forest House, to help him run the Autumn Court.  The last, however, asked for a plot of land and an estate.  Apparently, he had taken a secret lover that not even Eris had been aware of.  A male.  And though these kinds of relationships were accepted in other courts, Eris knew that Beron would have killed his brother if he had ever discovered their relationship.  Eris made sure his brother received one of the nicer family estates, though he didn’t force him to introduce the male.  Not yet.  He would make sure to visit in the future, to ensure this male was worthy of his brother, of the Vanserra name.  Eris didn’t care that he was male, but he would make sure he was worth his brother’s affections.
But there was one last brother Eris had to deal with.
Eris made his way to the human lands a fortnight after becoming High Lord.  They had maintained relative stability within the court, likely due to the false memories Rhysand had planted and Eris’s centuries of developing strong relationships with the members of the court and prominent Autumn families.
As he approached the battered estate where Lucien chose to spend his time, Eris stuck up his nose at the very human scent that lingered.  
“What do you want, Eris?” Lucien asked with a glare as he led Eris to one of their sitting rooms. 
“I’m wounded, brother.  You always expect I’m after something,” Eris replied, his eyes flickering with cold amusement. 
“I’ve known you long enough to know you always have an ulterior motive,” Lucien said as he rolled his eyes. 
When Eris merely smirked back at his younger brother, Lucien continued, “I’m not interested in becoming one of your hounds, brother.” 
“Oh Lucien, you always see the worst in me,” Eris scolded, though he understood why.  Eris refused to let himself dwell on all the pain he had caused Lucien.  For if he let it in, he wasn’t sure he could have this conversation.
“I have plenty of scars to support it,” Lucien grunted, and Eris stilled, letting the amusement slide off his face for a moment. 
That was why he had come.  He had been cruel to many, but his younger brothers often bore the worst of it.  Especially Lucien, who Eris couldn’t help but be jealous of.  Despite Beron’s cruelty, Lucien had grown strong, capable.  He had all the markings of a High Lord’s heir.  There was a time Eris let that jealousy fester within him, let himself give in to Beron’s teachings. 
“I haven’t always been a good brother to you.  Not in the ways that matter,” Eris admitted after a long moment, his tone serious.
Lucien raised his eyebrow with a chuckle because he wasn’t sure he could think of a time Eris had been a good brother.  But the intensity of Eris’s expression, the strange vulnerability that shone in Eris’s amber eyes, had Lucien watching him carefully.  They simply sat in silence for a few seconds, observing each other.
“I came here to tell you that you are welcome in Autumn- in the Forest House or anywhere else you please,” Eris told him after a long moment. 
“And if I chose to never return?”
“Then so be it.  It is your choice.”  Eris noted with a shrug.  “But know that you have a home there should you ever desire it.”  And the words seemed to sink into Lucien for a long while.  Eris wondered how long it had been since Lucien truly felt as though he had a home.  The thought unsettled him.
When it was clear Lucien would say nothing else, Eris stood.  He wanted to say more.  He wanted to tell Lucien that he was sorry for his role in Jesminda’s death.  He wanted to apologize for the sneering and the taunting he had thrown at Lucien when they saw him afterwards.  He wanted to tell his youngest brother that he had never wanted him dead, that he’d made sure he was safe in Spring.  But Eris didn’t let the words leave his tightened throat.  There would be other opportunities for those apologies; he would let Lucien grapple with this single olive branch before he tried to shove the rest down his throat. 
As Eris moved towards the door, he spoke gently to his brother, “At least come see mother, if nothing else.  She misses you.” 
When Lucien nodded, an almost imperceptible movement, Eris felt as though he could finally breathe again.
When Eris returned to the Forest House, he felt drained.  He had suppressed these emotions for so long that as they all finally emerged, they weighed at his heart. 
“Where have you been off to?” His mother asked, giving Eris a warm smile.  She looked more alive than he had ever seen her, the vibrance returning to her skin and auburn hair.  It reminded Eris of how much he truly hated his father, seeing the effect of his cruelty towards his mother.
Eris shrugged, “I figured it was time I pay Lucien a visit.”
“Oh?” Eris’s mother hummed carefully; her interest piqued. 
“I told him he was welcome in Autumn should he like to return.”
His mother smiled at him, a warm and precious thing.  She reached over and placed a hand on his cheek as though to show her gratitude, her pride.
“Mother,” Eris broached carefully after a moment.  When his mother’s russet eyes slid over to his, Eris continued, “You need not stay in the Forest House or in Autumn, for that matter, if you don’t want to.”
“Are you asking me to move out, my son?”  His mother asked, a spark of something unidentifiable lingering in her eyes.
“No – no of course not.”  Eris said quickly.  “You will always have a place here if you want it, but I want you to know that you can do as you please, go where you please.  You mustn’t think that you’re a prisoner here anymore.”
His mother was quiet for a long moment, ghosts of his father’s wrath lingering in her eyes.
Finally, she said, “I have business here in Autumn that I must take care off, namely waiting on that wonderful mate of yours to return–”
“Mother–”  The former Lady of Autumn gave her son a smile as she waved off his warning.
“But then, I think there are some old friends I’d like to visit.”  And she smiled, softly, the warm light from the windows draping over her auburn hair. 
Reader’s POV:
As soon as Cassian and Azriel returned from Autumn, having ensured the transition of power had gone smoothly, you were there, staring at them expectantly.
“Hello, sweetheart, what a surprise,” Cassian greeted with a grin, ruffling your hair as he approached you.  You shook him off, crossing your arms with a stern look on your face.  You wanted answers, information. 
Rhys had been vague every time you asked how it was going in Autumn.  He always reassured you that Eris was well and that you had nothing to worry about, but you wanted proof.  You wanted to speak with someone who had seen your mate with their own eyes.
“He’s fine,” Azriel told you, reading your mind.  You nodded, trying to believe him.
“Eris is still the same old asshole, don’t worry,” Cassian joked, and it loosened something within you.
“And there weren’t any challenges to his power?” You asked.
Azriel shook his head, but Cassian was quicker to respond.  “No, apparently Eris is shockingly well liked within the Autumn court.  Respected, even.”
You rolled your eyes, but you knew Cassian was telling the truth.  You had seen it with your own eyes when you visited.  Eris had spent his long life cultivating good will with those who could be useful within the Autumn court, had charmed them as best he could.
You let out a sigh before smiling at them both, feeling more at ease now that you knew Eris was at least settling into his newfound power.
You wanted to see him, had felt the bond’s push within you since Rhys had initially pulled you away, but you knew that the following weeks would be difficult for Eris as he figured out exactly how he wanted to rebuild Autumn.  You figured you should use the time to figure out exactly what you wanted from him.  A part of you wanted to see what he’d do with his power, if he truly was the male you had begun to believe he could be.
So you ignored the aching bond in your chest and the various invitations you received from the Autumn Court, giving yourself time to navigate these new waters.
Eris POV:
As the equinox festivities commenced, Eris felt hundreds of eyes on him.  The Autumn Court had been abuzz with whispers of their High Lord’s mysterious mate since Beron’s death.  He knew the nobles and the court ladies were waiting, rather impatiently, to see who this mate of his was.  She must’ve been beautiful if Eris was willing to kill his father for her, he heard some of the ladies whisper as he passed.  He had merely smiled to himself because you really were. 
But Eris kept them waiting.  He gave you the space you had requested all those nights ago, devoting himself to rebuilding Autumn to avoid obsessing over the lack of contact. 
Eris had committed himself to trying to change the way females were treated in Autumn.  It would be a slow process to undo the centuries of conservative traditions that made females the property of her mate, whether or not they truly wanted it.  Eris figured that if you rejected the bond and he let you go without a fight, it would certainly support this effort.  It would set a shockingly different example than the one his father set.
So Eris refused to give in to the ache that still lingered in his chest, begging him to seek you out.  Though he made sure to send you an official invitation to all Autumn Court festivities and events in case you ever needed a sign that he was waiting for you.
As he sat on the Autumn throne, Eris watched the sea of colorful dresses swirling in front of him on the dancefloor, trying to ease the way his chest ached from your absence. 
But then, he felt it.  Eris felt the way the bond buzzed, the way the chord connecting you to him hummed in his chest.
When his amber eyes looked up, there you were, standing at the front of the Great Hall in a beautiful forest green dress.
Eris wasn’t sure if you were real or part of his imagination, but his feet were moving before his brain could process anything.  He had to be close to you, had to go to his mate.
When he finally made his way through the crowd and was standing in front of you, Eris felt as though his heart might burst.  You were as beautiful as ever, your eyes shining at him.
“You came,” Eris voiced, an uncharacteristic air of disbelief filling the space around you.  You smiled at him, bowing your head ever so slightly.
“I was invited, was I not?” You asked, your eyes filled with mirth.
“You’re always invited, fawn,” Eris told you with a smirk.  His eyes roved over your face greedily, taking in every slight difference in your appearance from the last time he had seen you.
You raised your eyebrow as you mused, “How different from how you greeted me last equinox.”
Eris hummed in agreement, he hadn’t forgotten the shock and fear he had felt when he had seen you last year in his father’s court.  But now, it was his court.  Not a soul would dare hurt you for fear of their High Lord’s fury.
“Dance with me?” Eris asked, his lips forming a smirk. 
You said nothing for a moment, your eyes shifting to the dancefloor behind Eris.  Then, you gave him a small smile.  “How could I refuse, High Lord?”
Eris nearly groaned just from hearing you call him High Lord.  He hadn’t expected what that would do to him, how it would make blood rush to his groin.  Willing himself to calm down and not sport an erection in the middle of the celebrations, Eris led you to the dancefloor.
As he pulled your body close to his, his large frame engulfing yours, Eris whispered against your ear, “You know, you can always refuse, fawn.”
You met his amber eyes as he led you in the dance, his every movement perfected.  “I know that, Eris.”
“Are you saying you want to dance with me?”  Eris asked with a quirked eyebrow as though the idea of you voluntarily electing to dance with him was scandalous.  You supposed the version of you who was here a year ago would’ve thought it was. 
“And if I did?”
“I would say we’ve come a long distance from where we were the last time we danced,” Eris told you, anchoring your body against his with a warm hand on your hip. 
You let out a soft chuckle, your chest rumbling slightly against him.  “I suppose we have.”
Neither of you said anything for a long moment, content with enjoying each other’s scents and proximity. 
“The court has been eager to meet you,” Eris said finally, not able to tear his golden eyes from your beautiful face.  Rhys had told you the story that had been spread regarding Eris’s defeat of Beron, how it was all because of Eris’s mate.
“I’m sure they’ll be disappointed to find out that I’m from the Night Court,” you laughed, feigning disdain.
“You could never disappoint,” Eris told you with a smile, though his amber eyes were nothing if not genuine.  You were ashamed how deeply you blushed.
“You haven’t told anyone?” You wondered aloud. 
“My brothers and my mother.  And the guards, they’ve been instructed to ensure your safety,” Eris told you, and you nodded.  “But I assumed you would want it to be discrete.  Especially if–” Eris let his voice trail off.
“Especially if, what?”  You asked, cocking your head to the side as you danced.  You watched as Eris mentally cursed himself for the words he had let slip. 
Eris let out a pained sigh.  “If you decide to reject the bond.”
You watched his expression carefully, noting how the words seemed to eat at Eris.
“Would you let me walk away if that’s what I decided?”  You asked carefully. 
“You are free to make your choice,” Eris told you, his eyes burning with intensity as he took in your reaction.   
When you said nothing in response, he continued, “I will not stake a claim over you unless you want it, unless you want me.”  Eris’s nose dipped down your neck, slowly tracing across your sensitive skin as though he was planning exactly how he would claim you if you gave him permission.  The thought made you shiver. 
“Eris,” you breathed.  He looked up at you with widened, wild eyes as though he was drunk on your scent alone.  The way you said it, the almost whimper that lingered in your voice almost encouraged him, but after a second, Eris remembered himself.  He shook his head, forcing himself to put space between you. 
As the music faded, Eris stepped away from you and bowed his head politely at you, his every movement dripping in regality. 
“My lady,” Eris said as he bowed his head to you, the picture of refined court manners.  You gave him a smile.
“Off to woo your people, High Lord?” You asked, with a teasing smile and Eris wondered if you knew exactly what kind of effect your use of his title had on him.
“There are always more fae to charm,” Eris mused, giving you a smirk.  Then after a moment, he offered, “Would you like to accompany me?  I could introduce you to some members of the court.”  Eris was vaguely aware that he was holding his breath as he awaited your answer.  He expected you to turn him down, to not want to spend more time with him.
Instead, you gave him a small smile and said, “I’d like that.”
As Eris led you from conversation to conversation, a guiding hand on your lower back, something akin to ease settled over both of you.  It was almost comfortable, standing in each other’s presence, listening to each other charm the members of the Autumn Court.
When Eris caught your eyes on his lips as he spoke to one of the members of a wealthy Autumn Court family, he smirked back at you, despite the flush that covered his sharp features.  If any of the fae you spoke with noticed the way he stood a little too close to you, the way he could barely pull his eyes off of you, they politely said nothing.
Reader’s POV:
You could barely keep your eyes off of Eris as he moved you through the various groups of Autumn Court fae.  He charmed each group easily, projecting a kind of confidence you had never seen Beron wear.  Eris was smart, he knew what motivated each fae, how to get them to covet their High Lord’s favor out of respect and admiration rather than fear.  As you saw how he maneuvered various nobles, reaffirming loyalties and introducing you as a guest to the court, you found yourself wondering what it would like if you were always by his side.  You wondered what it would be like if Eris introduced you as his mate rather than a guest from the Night Court. 
For the first time since Eris had rescued you on that battlefield, you could envision a life with him.  You could imagine yourself standing by Eris’s side, helping to make the Autumn Court a better place.  You could see yourself being happy with him, building a life together.
The thought warmed you as Eris walked you back towards the chambers you would be staying in.  You smiled to yourself, taking in his inviting scent.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” you said when you arrived in front of your door.  Eris raised an eyebrow at you in question, so you continued, “This room is different than the one I stayed in last time.”
“Is there a question, fawn?”  Amusement lingered in his amber eyes.
“Is it?”  You asked, not daring to fully form the question that was on your mind. 
“It’s yours,” Eris hummed in agreement, confirming your suspicions.  “Should you ever want it.”
The room itself was breathtaking.  It was massive with a large bed and breathtaking oak furniture.  Each piece was hand carved, with small leaves and stars carved into the wood.  The walls were lined with large windows overlooking beautiful trees of orange and green, and there was a quaint sitting area in front of a beautiful fireplace.
“If it’s not to your liking–” Eris started to say, rubbing the back of his neck as though he might’ve been embarrassed.  That simply wouldn’t do.
You reached over and placed your hand on his arm, stopping him.  “It’s perfect, Eris.” 
The smile he gave you in return, as though your praise meant everything in the world to him, lingered in your mind as Eris left you at his door to cross the hallway and enter his own bedchambers.  You wondered if he had specifically ensured that your chambers were located directly across from his.  But as you bathed and laid on your soft bed that night, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of Eris’s nose against your neck and the way his scent darkened ever so slightly whenever you called him High Lord.
You tossed and turned in your bed, wondering if Eris was sound asleep in his chambers or if he felt it too. 
After what you assumed must have been an hour rolling your bed, unable to find sleep, you finally sat up with a huff.  You didn’t know exactly what you plan was as you pulled your robe over your night clothes and padded across the hallway towards Eris’s door.  Before you could think better of it, you were knocking, each knock echoing in the empty hallway.
You waited a moment, and when Eris didn’t open the door immediately, you were about to turn away, but you heard the large wooden door creaking open in front of you.  On the other side stood Eris– clad in a loose cream tunic that exposed most of his chest and beige linen trousers.  He was captivating in the soft fae light of his bedchambers.
“Yes?” He asked with a relaxed smirk, eying you up and down.  His gaze lingered on where your robe landed, exposing your legs.
“I couldn’t sleep,” you told him, cursing yourself for showing up at his door without knowing what you intended to say.  You braced yourself for him to tease you, but his taunts never came. 
Instead, Eris pulled the door open for you, gesturing for you to come inside.  You followed easily like a moth to a flame. 
“I’ve been told it’s impolite to show up at someone’s room unannounced at late hours of the night,” Eris drawled when you were standing inside his chambers, taking in his warm scent.  A fire raged in the fireplace, bathing the room in warm orange light.
“Is that so?” You asked, playfully raising your eyebrows.  “I seem to remember that you didn’t mind barging into my chambers unannounced last equinox.” As the words fell off your lips, you felt yourself blush, remembering exactly where Eris’s arrival in your chambers last year had led.
Eris seemed to remember too, his eyes darkening as his gaze lingered on your red lips.
“If I recall correctly, you didn’t seem to mind my imposition then,” Eris said with a sneer, but you could see the lust dancing in his golden eyes.  The scent of the room shifted slightly, turning more fiery as you rolled your eyes at the new High Lord of Autumn.  He was correct, of course, you certainly hadn’t minded when he showed up at your room at those nights ago and ravished you. 
“Were you sleeping?” You asked, trying to divert the conversation away from your previous encounter.  You could already feel arousal pooling in your core.
“No,” Eris admitted, his lips forming a slight smirk.  “Someone has been sending their frustration down the bond.”  You felt your cheeks heat as you rubbed the back of your neck.  You hadn’t realized you had been projecting your inability to fall asleep through your connection with Eris.
“I’m sorry, I had no idea,” You admitted.  “I would hate to ruin your beauty sleep.”
Eris glared at you, but you could see the amusement in his eyes.  
“I do have a court to run, you know,” he replied in a lofty tone.
“So, I’ve heard,” you fired back playfully.  “Well, I wouldn’t want to bother you and keep you from all your important High Lord duties.  I’ll make sure to keep my frustration to myself and let you get some sleep.” 
You turned to move towards the door, but Eris blocked your path.
“You’re never a bother,” Eris told you firmly as he loomed over you.  “Stay.  Have a drink with me,” Eris offered, gesturing to the fine crystal decanter that sat by the fireplace.
You nodded, and when Eris motioned towards the leather couch in front of the fireplace as he grabbed two glasses of liquor, you took a seat.  You were grateful he had been awake when you knocked on his door; his presence soothed something inside you.  You hadn’t realized just how unsettled you were by yourself until you found yourself close to Eris.
“For you, my love,” Eris said as he handed you one of the glasses.  Your eyes widened at the endearment, but Eris barely seemed to register it as he sat down next to you.  Was that what you were to him?  His love?  You couldn’t help but wonder.  A part of you wondered if you’d realize that that’s what Eris had become for you too if you thought too much about it.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Eris asked as he brought his glass to his lips.  You couldn’t help but admire how kissable his mouth looked as you followed the motion.
“The celebrations were lovely,” you replied truthfully.  And the celebrations were lovely, but you couldn’t deny that your favorite aspect of the night had been the amount of time you spent with Eris. 
“So was the company,” Eris told you with a wink, causing you to roll your eyes.  Though, you felt your cheeks heat helplessly.
“You have done well, Eris,” you told him after a long moment.  You meant it.  The Autumn Court felt warmer, safer, in Eris’s custody.
“There’s still more to do,” Eris noted seriously, and you could tell that he was nowhere near close to finishing his reforms.  You wondered what other noble plans he had to improve the court.
“There will always be more to do,” you said with a sigh, remembering all the different issues that constantly arose for Rhys.  You reached over and grabbed Eris’s hand, his eyes following your movement.  “But you’re already making the Autumn Court a better place, I can see it.”
Eris didn’t say anything in response for a long moment, his amber eyes not leaving yours.
“That’s all I ever really wanted,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.  You wondered if he had ever admitted that to anyone else, if he had ever shared how good his heart really was.
You smiled faintly at him as you took a sip of the spiced liquor Eris had given you.  Eris’s eyes tracked the movement of your throat.
“Until you, of course,” Eris added, his voice almost husky as he watched you catch a drop of liquor that remained on your lips with your tongue.  You felt yourself blush at his words, their implication, and the heady lust that filled Eris’s eyes. 
“You blush so beautifully for me, fawn,” Eris said, and you were about to roll your eyes at him, but his expression was so filled with lust, affection even, that the words got caught in your throat.
“Eris,” you breathed, your brain unable to formulate any other response when he was looking at you that way. 
And then Eris was pulling the glass of liquor out of your hand and pinning you to the leather of the couch, his typically lithe body larger, broader now that the High Lord power coursed through his veins.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about this ever since the last time,” Eris murmured as he loomed over you, capturing your body perfectly between his strong arms.
You smiled at him, your wit struggling to fight through the wave of strong arousal that was surrounding you. “You think of me often, Eris?”  Your words only barely sounded like the taunt they were intended to be as you stared up at your mate.
“I think of you ceaselessly, darling,” Eris admitted, the words almost ripped from his chest as he leaned down and captured your lips with his own.  You moaned against his lips, pressing your lips against his eagerly. 
Despite the thick scent of Eris’s desire, his lips were soft, gentle against yours.  He fisted a hand in your hair; his warm body pressed against yours perfectly.    
And then Eris was pulling away, his eyes lingering on your reddened cheeks and slightly parted lips. 
“Fuck, you look so perfect beneath me,” he growled as he cupped your jaw in his graceful hand, tracing his thumb over your parted lips.  You sighed at the feeling, lost in the feeling of his skin against yours.
As Eris smiled down at you, you didn’t think of the bond once.  You weren’t lost in your mind wondering if what you felt for Eris was genuine or just a byproduct of the bond.  No, you had finally come to terms with the fact that what you felt for Eris was deeper than the connection the Mother had gifted you.  You had grown to care for him, to enjoy being around him, and you certainly desired him.
Where the first time you had slept together had been like a dam of emotion and lust finally breaking, both of you lost in the rush and adrenaline of your discovery of the bond, this time, Eris took his time ravishing you.  He pressed gentle, sweet kisses down your body until you were mewling out, desperate for more.  He traced his lips, his tongue, his teeth across your neck and clavicle, marking you as his.
“Eris, fuck,” you whimpered, lost in the feeling of his mouth.  You felt more than saw his returning smirk, and it was all you needed to remember yourself and tear the night shirt that he was still wearing off his body to reveal planes of muscle. 
Eris followed your lead, removing your night clothes from your body.  Though, every move he made was slow, unhurried as he let his fingers dance over your bare skin.  Every brush of his fingers left you shivering, silently begging for more.
When you were finally bare in front of him, Eris groaned, his hands and mouth retaking their rightful place on your body.  Eris pressed searing kisses down your abdomen, sliding down the couch so that he was looming over your center.
As he locked his eyes on yours, he brought his wicked mouth to your core, pressing wet kisses against you.  You groaned at the feeling, calling out your mate’s name. 
“You taste divine, fawn,” Eris told you, his voice low and raspy, before he continued licking your core with uniform, practiced licks.  You didn’t dare to think about the other females he had practiced his technique with, not when he was devouring you so exquisitely.
Before you knew it, Eris was tearing you apart with his mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your abdomen.  You cried out – a mix of Eris’s name and curse words falling from your lips.
“Eris,” you moaned when your pleasure finally subsided.  Your mate was staring at you with wide, darkened eyes as if you were the most delicious thing he had ever consumed. 
“You are incredible,” Eris murmured as you pulled him back down and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips.  The taste of yourself on him drew another moan past your lips.
“I need you inside me,” you told him, pressing kisses against the long column of his neck.  Eris groaned in response, seemingly overcome with the arousal that lingered between you.
Driven by your words, Eris was pulling you against him until he lifted you off the couch and into his arms.  He kissed you ardently as he carried you over to his large four-poster bed.
“I’m going to take my time with you, love,” Eris promised as he pinned your hands above your head gently, your fingers intertwined. 
And he did just that.  He pushed into you slowly, savoring each thrust of his shaft inside you as he murmured sweet nothings against your neck.  You weren’t sure how long it lasted, how long he pulled you apart with his cock, but you were completely overwhelmed by the sensation, the warmth and adoration that spread through you.
When he was about to finish, Eris released his grip on one of your hands, bringing it to cup your cheek gently as his golden eyes met yours.  His gaze was locked on yours as he spilled inside of you.
Eris held you in his arms for a long while after you had finished, tracing gentle circles across your skin as you both recovered your breathing.  Finally, when he was content that you had both regained your breath, he stood leaving you cold and alone on the bed. 
You were about to huff in displeasure when he quickly returned with a warm damp washcloth.  He washed you gently, brushing rogue pieces of hair out of your face gently as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.
When he was finished, you felt his amber eyes weighing on you.  You gave him a languid smile, content in your bliss.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Eris asked carefully, his expression slightly guarded as he observed you.  You understood his meaning without him needing to say more.  The last time you had done this, you had left him the following morning, not seeing him again for months.  As you watched his features constrict slightly, you wondered how deeply your quick exit had wounded him.
You grabbed his hand from where it rested on the bed and squeezed it gently, letting a smile grace your bruised lips.  You brought your other hand up to caress Eris’s cheek. 
“Not unless you want to,” you hummed, not taking your eyes off of Eris.  “But I would like to stay.”
Eris gave you a sly smirk, but you could see the subtle relief that swept over him.  “In my bed tonight or in the Autumn Court?”
“Why not both?” You teased, brushing your thumb over Eris’s cheek bone.  He leaned into the contact.  “I was hoping to stay in Autumn for at least a few more days, if you’ll have me.”
“You are always welcome here,” Eris told you, and it was as much a promise as it was a statement.  “Both in Autumn and in my bed,” he continued with a wink causing you to let out a soft laugh. 
You fell asleep that night in his arms– exactly where you wanted to be.
In the morning, you woke to find yourself wrapped up in Eris, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist.  You let out a contented sigh as the soft morning sunlight streamed through the windows.
Eris must have heard you wake because his eyes opened slowly, taking in the world of the living.  For a moment, he tensed, his body stiffening against yours until his gaze found your eyes.
You smiled at him.  “Did I scare you?” You asked with a soft laugh.
“No,” Eris brushed you off, his voice groggy from sleep.  “I’m just glad you’re still here,” he continued after a moment, unguarded in the morning light. 
You took him in for a long moment, enjoying the way his typically perfect hair was mussed from sleep.  Then, you rolled over so you were pressed up against Eris’s toned chest, your chin resting on your hands as you peered up at him.
“Me too,” you told him, smiling lazily at him.  Eris smiled back, and he looked as though you had given him a gift– as though you staying and admitting you were glad you had stayed was everything he had ever needed.
You stayed like that for a while, neither of you daring to leave the warm embrace.  Finally, Eris pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting up, begrudgingly starting his day.
“Would you like to eat breakfast with me?” He offered hesitantly, pulling on a shirt.  You almost pouted as he covered his bare skin, though the scars that still marred the long line of his back caught your eye.
“How could I say no?” You teased, but Eris gave you an impatient glare in return.  You smiled, placing a hand on his cheek gently as if to smooth away his scowl.  “I’d like that,” you told him.
The two of you had an elaborate breakfast in one of the smaller dining rooms, chatting easily as you ate.  Eris seemed more at ease than you had ever seen him, as though something had settled in his soul. 
“I have some duties I must attend to today, but perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me later?”  Eris asked carefully as he walked you back to your chambers, his features trained into forced neutrality, but you could see the weight of his invitation in his eyes.  You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him, not when it looked like your answer might make or break his entire day.
“That sounds lovely,” you told him with a smile.  You could see the tension ease in his body as you answered, his hand gently placed on the small of your back, gently guiding you as you walked.
When you arrived at your chambers, Eris left you to change with a smirk and a nod goodbye.  “Avoid spying on my court, will you?” He sneered as he headed towards his door, his eyes glimmering with amusement.
“I would never,” you told him with a playful wink.  As you entered you chambers, Eris’s returning chuckle lingered in your ears.
Eris’s POV:
Eris couldn’t focus on anything other than you for the rest of the day.  For the first time since becoming High Lord, Eris hated having so many duties.  He wished he could spend the day wandering around the Forest House or warming his bed with you.  Instead, he gazed wearily at his advisors who were helping him set up more equal profit-sharing programs for the farmers of the Autumn Court.  It was a project Eris was passionate about, had wanted to implement for decades, but his mind lingered on your smile.
Finally, it seemed as though his advisors recognized that his mind was far from them and released him from their monotonous rambling.  By the time they were finished, it was already evening time, and Eris left the meeting chambers in a hurry, eager to seek you out.  
He found you loitering in one of the hallways, transfixed by one of the many stained-glass windows in the grand compound he called home.  Your scent filled his lungs– sweet and steady and delectable.
When you heard him coming, you turned, smiling at him coyly.  In the colorful light of the stained glass, Eris thought you could have come straight out of a painting.  But it was the fact that there was no hatred or distrust reflecting in your eyes that took Eris’s breath away.  Instead, you looked at him like you might care for him, as though you might actually return his feelings.
“All done with your High Lord duties for the day?” You called, your voice welcoming Eris home.
“Finally,” Eris snickered, coming to stand beside you in front of the stained-glass window.  He trained his amber eyes on it, wanting to appreciate what had drawn your attention.
You smiled at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement, and Eris had to fight the urge to drag you back to his bed.  Later, he would.  But first, he promised you dinner.
“Shall we?” Eris asked after a moment, offering you his arm.  You nodded, wrapping your arm around his.  Eris loved feeling the warmth of your skin penetrate through his sleeve.
Eris led you down the hallway, and you didn’t even ask where he was taking you.  Instead, you seemed content to be led by your mate.  How different the air between you had become since you initially discovered the bond. 
Eris brought you not to a dining room, but to the grove located within the Forest House.  He had asked the staff to set up dinner for you there, surrounded by the colorful trees.  It was his favorite place in the Forest House, perhaps in part because it was the first place the two of you had spoken without any vitriol or resentment bleeding into the conversation. 
“Did you do this?” You asked, your forehead furrowed slightly.  Eris tried to read your expression, hoping to ensure that you weren’t displeased.  He shrugged as though he hadn’t been planning this moment, this gesture since the moment he met you.  “Or should I say, did you get the servants to do this?” You asked with a smile. 
Eris bristled slightly, but your smile put him at ease.  “The staff may have physically set it up, but it was my idea.”
“It’s lovely, Eris,” you told him quietly, squeezing his hand.  He felt himself relax slightly, releasing tension he hadn’t realized he had been holding.  Your approval made all his planning and obsessing worth it. 
Eris pulled out your chair for you– his centuries of etiquette training shining through.  A servant appeared, offering you both wine before they brought out the first course. 
“I saw your mother today,” you told Eris as you ate.  Eris raised an eyebrow in interest, encouraging you to go on.  “She seemed brighter than the last time I was here, healthier.”
Eris hummed in agreement.  He had noticed it too.  It was as though a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. 
“I’m glad you saw her; she and my brothers have been eager to spend time with you.”  Eris was surprised he had been able to have any time alone with you given how desperate they seemed to meet you. 
“We could have eaten with them tonight,” you noted, taking a sip of your wine.  
“Selfishly, I wanted you all to myself tonight,” Eris admitted with a shrug, something like awe settling within him as he realized how easy it had become to tell you his true motivations.  Soon he would subject you to sitting through a meal with his family and formally introducing you to his brothers, but he wanted to savor these moments alone with you.  “Besides, if you truly plan to stay in Autumn for a little while longer, there will be time for them to get to know you.”
You smiled at him, but said nothing in return, seemingly content to enjoy the meal the staff had prepared for you.
After a while of the two of you enjoying comfortable silence, you finally said, “Eris?”
“Yes, my love?” Eris hummed, the endearment slipping from his tongue easily.  He took a moment appreciate the beautiful flush of color that had settled over your face.  
“I’d like to try,” you told him quietly, your eyes reflecting the fae light that illuminated the grove.  Eris quirked an eyebrow at you in question, inhaling slightly.
“You’d like to try what, fawn?” Eris questioned, praying you meant what he thought you meant.
He desperately needed you to say it out loud.  
You smiled softly at him, grasping his hand.  “I’m not making any promises that I’ll accept the bond right away or anything, but I think I’d like to try to make this work between us,” you told him, your words filling Eris’s soul with something he never knew he desperately needed.
He stared at you for a long moment, not able to hear anything over the rapid beating of his heart.  You were looking at him as though you cared for him, as though you loved him.
“Good– that’s good,” Eris replied, his wit failing him as he realized that he might finally have everything he had ever wanted.  His eyes were widened slightly as he tried to tamper down the rush of exhilaration that flew through him.
“Is it good?” You asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.  Teasing him, you were teasing him.  If he wasn’t overwhelmed with his own emotions, with the joy at knowing that you wanted a future with him, Eris might’ve scolded you for toying with him.
Someday, Eris would figure out how to tell you how he truly felt about you, how much he loved you.  Someday, the words might come easily for both of you.  But for now, Eris simply said, “Yes, fawn, I am very glad you’d like to try.”
You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips, and Eris wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky.  His family was safe, healing, and you were sitting next to him, kissing him.  He didn’t believe that he deserved it, but he was grateful to the Mother for all she had given him.
After a long moment, you finally said, “I’ve been thinking.  I’d like it if you came to the Winter Solstice celebrations in Velaris this year.”
“I’m not sure that will be pretty,” Eris noted.  “Your friends do still hate me.”
“They’re coming around,” you admitted with a laugh, your fingers intertwining with Eris’s.  “But either way, I want you to come.  I want you there.”
Something about those words– the idea that you wanted him to be a part of your life, that you wanted him– made Eris’s heart sing.
“If you want me there, then I’ll be there,” Eris mused, tracing his thumb over your hand gently.
And for the first time in a long time, with you by his side, Eris felt as though he might finally have some peace.
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You've got me on an Eris kick now oml
Could I request an Eris brat tamer fic please?
Reader is a healer coming into his court to serve him now that he is high lord. But she is also kind of chaotic and free spirited which gets under his skin but he loves it none the less. Reader is just a feral little wood herbalist that steals his heart but he needs to tame her 😂 honestly just have fun with it, throw in some sexual tension and flirting in and I'll be happy as a clam
Thank you for all you do! I hope everything in your world is a bit brighter from your last update 🩷
-leaf anon 🌿
Sucker for a brat.
Eris x f!Reader
Masterlist.
Warnings; smut (18+) , brat taming. The smut is towards the end and I've marked where it starts.
Hello leaf anon!!! I'm so happy you're back! I was thinking about you the other day and suddenly you requested this and I was like "Omg I summoned the leaf anon". Hope you enjoy this!
It was the second time that Helion begged you to go to the Autumn court as a healer. The first time you immediately told him no, saying that you had way too much respect for yourself to serve Beron, and Helion accepted that and didn’t press the matter. Now though that Beron is dead, and his eldest son Eris became High Lord you couldn’t find any excuse to deny. So, you packed your few stuff and left for the Autumn court hoping that Eris is nothing like his late father.
The moment you stepped into the Forest House you cursed under your breath. The house more like palace was huge, and you were sure that you would get lost at some point. A maid approached you with a kind smile on her face.
“Welcome to the Autumn Court” she said, “The High Lord is waiting for you in the throne room”.
You snorted and mumbled “Of course” before following her.
You entered the throne room and glanced around, everything was covered with red and brown ornaments, five huge chandeliers were hanging from the ceilings, decorated with rubies and sapphires. A red narrow carpet covered the path between the door and the huge throne on the dais. Your breath hitched at the sight of the High Lord sprawled on his throne, his thighs spread wide, and his head cocked to the side, his eyes were scanning you and a smirk appeared on his face. 
“Hello little fox” he purred.
You scowled and stood in front of him, bowing your head in a mocking way. Amusement filled his eyes and the smirk turned to a mischievous grin.
“Oh I see, we’re going to have way too much fun” he said.
“I’m here to do my job, you can have fun on your own… my lord”. You replied.
The maid gasped at your reply and hurried off with her head bowed.
“Y/n my dear is this the way to speak to your high lord? I can have your tongue for that.” He purred.
His attitude and the velvet in his voice made your insides burn, and you hoped he didn’t notice your arousal.
“My apologies my lord I didn’t mean to bruise your ego.” You smirked.
The smile left his face, and he cleared his throat.
“Nissa is going to show you to your room and infirmary” He spoke and pointed at the door, an old female was standing there, her tired honey eyes fell on you, and she smiled.
“Enjoy the rest of your night” you smiled and left, not missing the glare he sent your way.
You winked at Nissa and strolled past her to the big hall.
“So where is my room?” You chirped.
“Follow me my lady” she chuckled “it seems like the high lord found a perfect match”
You snorted at that.
“I just don’t really like the authority… all those high lords are so cocky and demanding. Why can’t we all appreciate the magic in us without all those laws and regulations” you huffed.
“Those laws are what keeps us from being savages” she smiled, and you shrugged.
It’s not that you didn’t appreciate the system that Prythian has, you just wanted to be free to make your own choices and create a life you enjoyed.
She stopped in front of a wooden door and looked at you.
“This is your room, the infirmary is on the other side of the house. I will come get you in the morning and take you there.” She said and bowed her head before turning around and leaving.
“Good night” you shouted and opened the door.
The room was slightly smaller than the one in Helion’s palace, but you didn’t mind it, it looked cozy, and you didn’t even have that much stuff to fill it.
All the furniture were made from wood, a big bed was set in the middle of the room, the headboard against a chestnut-colored wall and a small coffee table was placed next to the big window across the door. You walked inside and hummed when you noticed a door that led into a bathroom. You placed your bags on the bed and started unpacking. The closet was full of clothes, their style and color screamed autumn court making you roll your eyes.
After you were done unpacking you took a hot bath and then laid on the bed, you knew you had a long day ahead and you needed to rest.
To your mortification your dreams were filled with a certain high lord bending you over his throne and wrecking your body.
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Eris was sitting on his throne, his hands shaking with annoyance. He couldn’t believe the way the small female spoke to him, she has a fire in her that’s for sure and he knew that being around her would challenge his own fire until he exploded. He thought about all the ways he could make you shut up and each one of them made his cock harden. The way you looked didn’t really help with his arousal, you were a sight for sore eyes and Eris felt a primal need to claim you even though he only saw you once.
He rubbed his face and started walking towards his room stopping in front of your door for a moment. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils, and he clenched his fists. He shook his head and hurried off to his room. The moment he walked inside he stripped his clothes and grabbed himself pumping fast and hard, letting all the annoyance out as he came on his stomach with a groan.
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You woke up frustrated, your dreams flashing in your eyes making you groan. You got dressed in one of your day court dresses not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you in Autumn colors. As if on cue Nissa knocked on your door.
“Good morning my lady, I’m here to take you to the infirmary” she smiled when you opened.
“Good morning Nissa, please call me y/n I don’t like the titles” you snorted.
“Of course” she smirked and started walking.
“What are you smirking about?” You asked.
“Our high lord likes females with strong spirits”.
“Well too bad those females don’t like him” you chuckled.
Nissa shook her head and grinned.
You walked past the throne room, and you peeked inside, no one was there.
“He is out on a hunt” Nissa said.
“I don’t care”.
“Okay”
You really wanted to slap the smug look off her face but she seemed like a nice person, so you just clicked your tongue.
You reached a room without a door and walked inside, a large table was set in the middle, the wall across the door was made of glass, offering a view of the forest bellow and a counter filled with bowls and tools was placed against it. You hummed with excitement and approached the counter. You examined the jars filled with different types of herbs and picked a piece of paper and a quill. You wrote down what else you needed and gave it to Nissa.
“I will need those things”.
“Okay I will send someone to get them. Do you need me for anything else?” She asked.
“No, I’m okay, I will make some basic ointments in case something happens and we don’t have enough time” you smiled and picked an apron.
“If you need any help just give a shout” she said and left.
You grabbed two plantain leaves and placed them in the mortar and began squashing them with the pestle, adding some oil now and then and humming a song your mother used to sing to you. You were so lost in the rhythm and in the healing power that was flowing out of you into the ointment that you jumped when you heard the barking of hounds. You peeked outside and saw around 8 hounds running towards the gates of the house, they kept spinning around and barking towards the woods. You furrowed your eyebrows and moved closer to the glass, trying to see what had them so excited, and there he was… Eris emerged from the trees, dressed in a maroon tunic decorated with rubies and tight pants. His red hair a mess from the wind and his face flushed and filled with mischief.
He lifted his gaze and his eyes fell on you, a predatory smile taking over. You rolled your eyes ignoring the shivers and returned to your herbs.
As you stirred the ointment adding more oil you felt his presence in the room.
“High lord” you greeted without looking at him.
He came next to you and sat on the counter.
“What’s this?” He nodded to the mortar.
“I’m making an ointment, this is used to address infections and heal both burns and wounds, it also helps with insect bites.” You explained and opened a small container to pour the substance in.
Eris hummed and gripped the container keeping it still to help you.
“Thank you” you said once you were done.
“Any particular reason why you decided to make an ointment for burns?” He smirked.
You gave him a questioning look and he placed his finger beneath your chin pushing your head up and exposing your neck more.
“Are you afraid that I’m going to burn you little fox?” He purred.
You huffed and smacked his hand away.
“I’m not afraid of you my lord”.
“You should be” his voice was even deeper and raspier than before.
“I doubt that” you rolled your eyes.
In a blink he had you bent over the counter, his hand hovered above your ass and his face rested against your shoulder. You bit back a moan and grabbed the edges of the counter.
“Careful how you use your tongue little fox, you won’t like the consequences” he growled.
Your brain stopped working and you arched your back.
“Who said I won’t like it” your voice was low and sensual as you spoke making him groan.
“Don’t play with this fire, even your ointment won’t be able to save you afterwards” and with that he was gone.
You stayed bent over the counter for a few minutes trying to process what just happened. You only met him last night and the need to have him was already making you mad, you couldn’t imagine surviving here forever or at least until he found another healer and released you from your duty. You couldn’t focus on making any more salves or ointments, your power felt uncontrollable and with a sigh you removed your apron and left the room.
Nissa was fixing some paintings on the walls of the big hall, she took a step back and smiled when she saw you approaching.
“Are you done with your herbs?” She asked.
“Yes couldn’t really focus, so I only made one” you shrugged.
Nissa smirked and nodded knowingly.
“Do you usually pry into your high lord’s life or you just want to get on my nerves?” You huffed.
“I raised him child, I know him since the day he was born. I just want him to be happy.” She spoke.
“Aren’t you afraid that he is going to punish you if he finds out what you’ve been saying to me?” Your question was genuine and Nissa could tell.
She sighed.
“Eris is nothing like his father, he respects his people, and he is trying to make his court a better place. Most of us speak freely without any fear from the moment Beron let his last breath. Others are a bit skeptical about Eris, but they are slowly trusting him.”
“You really believe in him huh?” You quirked a brow.
“He is the savior of this court.” She said and turned back to the paintings.
“Where is lady autumn?”
Nissa smiled lovingly “at the day court, she left the day you came.”
“She went to Helion?” You gaped at her.
“Yes Eris told her that he didn’t mind, that he wants her to be happy so she left” Nissa looked at you again “close your mouth child you’ll catch a fly”
You scowled at her and left with a huff ignoring her soft giggles.
This time you didn’t peek into the throne room, you just marched into your bedroom lost deep in thought. Eris’ scent was still on you, making your thighs clench and your heart skip a beat.
Just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter, Nissa proved you wrong.
With a groan you fell on the bed and pressed your face against the pillow.
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Eris was sitting on his throne watching as his advisors bickered with each other about taxes and how they could make more money. They didn’t say that clearly, but Eris could tell this was all they cared about. He caught your scent as you passed the throne room and his breath hitched. His mind going back to the moment he had you bent over the counter, he noticed how you bit back a moan and how your waist arched lifting your ass further for him. He had met strong females before, but they never crossed the line that would make them brats. You on the other hand were way past that line and his body ached to tame you. His cock hardened at the thought, and he huffed interrupting his advisors, the older males stared at him in question.
“The taxes are fine, we don’t need that much money anyway and my people won’t be able to survive another raise. Meeting’s over” he announced and got up, fixing his crown to make a statement and leaving the room.
As he was walking towards his room, he heard a door opening and then a snort. He turned around and his eyes narrowed as he spotted you.
“Nice crown my lord” you mocked and started walking the other way. To be honest you didn’t know why you mocked him, he looked extremely hot with that crown on his head.
In a blink his strong hand gripped your elbow, and he turned you around pressing your body against him.
“I would believe your mockery if you weren’t drooling” he smirked and leaned closer, his nose almost touching yours.
“You wish” you challenged him with a matching smirk.
He grabbed your jaw and squeezed your cheeks.
“Do I need to fuck the brat out of you?” He growled. Your whole body wanted you to scream yes and fall on your knees for him but the wicked side of you took over and you gripped his neck squeezing lightly.
“You couldn’t even if you tried” your words muffled by his grip on your jaw.
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His eyes flashed with dominance and a wicked smile appeared on his face, he moved his free hand and grabbed your wrist removing your hand from his neck and pinning it above your head. Ropes of fire kept your hand in place, and he grabbed your other hand too, giving it the same fate. He kicked your legs open and placed himself between, his strong body pressed against you and his bulge grinding on your thigh.
“I’m going to ruin you little fox” he purred and started biting and sucking the soft skin on your neck.
You let out a soft moan, and clenched your eyes shut.
Eris picked a dagger from his belt and cut the bottom of your dress in one swift move, he pushed the sides behind you gaining access to your needy heat. You were clenching onto nothing, and whines left your lips.
“Stop whining little brat, do you think that you deserve to be touched?” he growled and knelt in front of you, his fire keeping you in place as he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders. He darted his tongue over your swollen clit.
“Please Eris, I’ll be good” you cried out.
He removed his face from your heat and lifted his eyebrow.
“How did you call me?” he asked, and you gulped. You fucked up and you knew it.
“I’m sorry my lord” your voice barely above a whisper and filled with need. You usually wouldn’t act like that, but his dominance made you want to be a good girl for him, and the predatory glint he had in his eyes promised you a good time.
He latched on your clit again, adding pressure with his teeth and making your whole body tremble, his tongue moved between your folds and started fucking you.
You were a moaning mess, the sloppy sounds of his mouth on your cunt and the cold touch of his crown on your thigh only added to your pleasure.
“Please my lord” you cried out not sure what you were pleading him for. You ground your hips on his face and he let out a growl, his strong hands moving to your hips to keep you steady. The growl sent the perfect amount of vibrations to your nerves and you felt your release approaching.
“You wanna cum on my face little fox?” he hummed.
“Yes yes oh please yes” you screamed and the moment your pleasure reached its peak he stopped. The ghost of his touch still there as he watched your eyes filling with tears. His wicked grin was back.
“I’m going to ruin you” he purred as he got up and grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He untied the laces of his pants and took himself out giving a few slow pumps before lining up to your entrance.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him, he was huge and leaking.
“Red means stop” he informed you and slammed his hips on yours. You felt like he was cutting you in half and you let out a scream.
“That’s it, keep screaming for me” he breathed and began snapping his hips at a punishing pace. The hall was filled with your cries and the sound of skin slapping. Your cries could be heard everywhere in the palace and especially in the throne room where his advisors were gathering their stuff. The sounds made them furrow their eyebrows and exit the room to see what was happening.
One of the males gasped at the sight of you making Eris whip his heard in their direction never stopping his thrusts. They started walking to the other side where the gates were. Eris lifted his pointer finger at them.
“No. Stay and watch as I punish the little brat” he growled, and the males froze. They gaped at the two of you.
The whole scene if front of you made your blood boil in pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum my lord” you moaned.
“Hold it” he gritted his teeth and began thrusting harder and deeper.
One rope of fire moved in the top of your dress and slithered around your nipple while another one toyed with your clit. You were seeing stars, your screams were even louder. Making two of the advisors moan as they palmed themselves.
“Leave. Now” Eris snarled, possessiveness taking over.
“Mine” he growled in your ear making the bond snap and that was your undoing.
“Let me cum my lord please” you begged. “Cum” he ordered, and your body trembled.
“Oh Eris” you cried and arched your back, your head pushing against the wall as the pleasure took over, you felt like you were floating.
His thrusts flattered and small grunts left his throat.
He snapped his hips once, twice and then buried himself deep inside you, warm ropes of cum painting your walls as his cock throbbed.
“Fuck” he growled and pressed his forehead on your shoulder.
You were breathing heavily. Exhaustion taking over and you closed your eyes to calm down.
“I’m not done with you my sweet little mate, this was for my own pleasure that’s why you enjoyed it. Now I’m going to fucking punish you.” He growled and carried you to his room.
“Oh boy” you sighed.
Third time writing smut. What do you think?
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