#eris vandaddy

[ser-matilda]

Lucien eats box until he’s a crying, overstimulated mess and cumming in his pants just from giving you pleasure and he’s thanking you for letting him please you like “Oh beautiful oh my sweet girl thank you so so so much, you taste so good-“

Eris eats box to make YOU a crying, overstimulated mess who can’t stop cumming and you’re begging him to stop and he’s all just “I know, I know. Just one more my love, I know you can do it.”

[a-court-of-mischief-and-madness]

The scent of regret

A/n: Hello, my fellow readers, I know it has been a long wait, I've been super occupied lately, but I'm hoping to make it up to you guys. This fic is super angsty and emotional, oop. Enjoy and I will be writing so much more in the next few days. Comment for part 2!!

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader! x Eris

Summary: Two years after shattering the mating bond, Azriel is forced to face the female he lost. She returns with a new mate, a child with her eyes, and a happiness he can never reclaim. But as buried truths begin to surface, he is left questioning whether he ever chose to betray her at all.

Warnings: mentions of cheating! super angsty and teary, mentions of regret!

"And I don't wanna learn another scent"

"I don't want the children of another man"

"To have the eyes of the girl that I won't forget" 

Azriel 

It had been two years since you left.

Two years since he'd last seen you. Two years since his heart had shattered so completely that not even time could piece it back together.

Beyond the balcony, the sea churned beneath a colourless sky, violent waves crashing against the jagged cliffs below. Once, he had found comfort in storms. Now, they only mirrored the turmoil within him, restless, empty, forever searching for something that no longer existed. A void stretched through his chest, vast and unforgiving, one that no amount of time, training, or solitude could ever hope to fill. The House of Wind had changed after your departure. 

Or perhaps it was simply him.

The halls that had once echoed with your laughter now stood oppressively silent, every room stripped of the warmth you had unknowingly left behind. Even the air felt colder. Your favourite books still rested untouched upon the shelves, your abandoned shawl remained draped over the arm of the sitting room chair, and yet, with every passing day, even those small remnants of you seemed to lose their meaning.

That frightened him more than anything.

Some mornings, he could still remember the exact shade of your eyes when sunlight caught them, the sound of your quiet laughter drifting through the halls, the warmth of your hand finding him without a second thought.

Other mornings… He struggled. Your voice became little more than a distant echo. The delicate lines of your face blurred around the edges of his memory, and each forgotten detail carved another wound into his already fractured heart. The guilt never eased.

Rhysand had noticed.

Over the past few months, he'd quietly reduced the number of missions Azriel was assigned, offering excuses about needing him in Velaris more often. They both knew it wasn't the truth. A distracted Shadowsinger was a dangerous one, and Rhys no longer trusted his brother to return from every assignment unharmed. The conversation from the previous evening still lingered in his mind.

"I don't understand you," Rhys had said, his violet eyes hard with something that looked far too much like disappointment.

"You're the one who replaced her."

A long, suffocating silence.

"So why do you look like you're the one who lost everything?"

Because he had.

He'd simply realised it far too late.

Elain had become little more than a distraction.

Quiet conversations over late-night drinks. Lingering touches that neither of them acknowledged. The occasional kiss stolen in moments of weakness. Nights spent convincing himself that if he reached for someone else, perhaps the ache in his chest would finally disappear. It never did. 

Every moment they shared felt hollow, a poor imitation of something he had once believed impossible to lose. No matter how desperately he tried to drown himself in her company, his heart remained stubbornly tethered to you.

Sleep offered him no escape.

Every dream ended the same way with your face. The devastation in your impossibly blue eyes as they searched his, silently asking the one question he could never answer.

Why?

He woke each morning with that same expression burned into his mind, your disappointment haunting him long after the dream had faded.

Elain noticed.

She suggested morning walks through Velaris, hoping the fresh air would clear his thoughts. She lingered beside him during meals, filled the silence with gentle conversation, and stayed close whenever she sensed him drifting into himself. She tried, in her own way, to become the comfort he so desperately needed.

But grief was a cruel thing.

It did not loosen its grip simply because someone else reached for your hand.

Deep down, Elain had never cared for you. She had hidden it well enough behind polite smiles and carefully chosen words, but there had always been something unreadable in her gaze whenever your name was spoken. And when your relationship with Azriel crumbled, whatever guilt she might have felt disappeared with it.

The questions never stopped.

What if he'd walked away before the argument escalated?

What if he'd trusted you enough to tell you what had been happening to him?

What if he'd fought for you instead of letting his impulses win?

Would you still be here?

Would the bond still exist?

Or had fate already decided long before either of you realised?

Rhysand knew where you were.

Everyone did.

Azriel had stopped asking.

The first, and only, time he had, Rhys's expression had hardened into something colder than anger.

"You don't get to know where she is."

That had been the end of it.

He had no right to search for you. No right to demand forgiveness. No right to intrude upon whatever life you had managed to build from the ruins he had left behind.

His shadows mourned you almost as much as he did.

Once, they danced eagerly around you, slipping through your fingers and curling around your wrists whenever you laughed. Now they rarely ventured far from his shoulders, quieter than they had ever been, as though they too had lost something they could never recover.

Sometimes, in moments of unbearable weakness, he wondered if you had found someone else.

The thought twisted painfully inside his chest.

But if you had...

He couldn't bring himself to hate you for it.

If another male had succeeded where he had failed, if someone loved you the way you had always deserved, then perhaps that was the punishment fate had intended for him all along.

Flashback

"Azriel."

Your voice drifted through the study like sunlight, effortlessly pulling his attention away from the reports scattered across his desk.

He looked up to find you leaning against the doorway, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

Mother above.

He didn't think he'd ever grow tired of looking at you.

Your smile had always undone him. It wasn't simply beautiful,it was warm. Gentle. The kind of warmth he'd spent five centuries searching for without ever realising it. Growing up, affection had been a foreign language spoken by everyone except those around him. Then you arrived, and somehow made it feel as natural as breathing.

His own lips curved instinctively. They always did around you.

"Yes, love?" he asked softly. "Do you need something?" You stepped inside, your hands clasped behind your back as though hiding some great secret.

"I was wondering if you were alright." His brows knitted together.

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head innocently.

"I haven't felt you through our bond for the past few days."

His heart lurched. "What?"

For one terrifying heartbeat, every ounce of colour drained from his face. Then you laughed. Bright. Unrestrained. The sound echoed through the room, chasing away the silence that had settled there.

"I'm teasing you." You crossed the room until only a step separated you, reaching up to smooth an invisible crease from his tunic.

"Of course I can still feel you." A grin spread across your face.

"I just wanted to see your reaction." Azriel let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You are impossible." "So I've been told." "By Cassian?" "And Mor."

He sighed dramatically. "I'll have words with both of them."

Your laughter returned, softer this time, and Mother, he'd have gone to war every single day if it meant hearing that sound waiting for him when he came home. The smile lingering on your lips slowly faded. "But..." you said quietly, "...Mor wasn't entirely wrong."

You searched his face carefully. "She mentioned you've been... distant lately." Guilt settled heavily in his chest. "I've had more court work than usual."

"And?" "I leave for the Illyrian camps this evening." "And?" His shoulders sagged beneath your patient stare. "I've just been busy." You nodded slowly. "Of course." You smiled again, but something about it felt different. Smaller. As though you believed him… yet wished you didn't.

The lie sat heavily on his conscience long after you'd left the room. Because the truth was far more frightening. Something inside him had changed. He just didn't know when. Or why. It began with fleeting moments he couldn't explain. A glance held a heartbeat too long. An unfamiliar flutter in his chest whenever Elain entered a room. Thoughts that didn't belong to him, yet refused to leave. He hated himself for every single one. You were his mate. His equal. His home. The Cauldron itself had woven your souls together long before either of you had taken your first breath. Nothing should have been capable of severing that certainty. Yet every time Elain appeared, something inside him shifted. It wasn't love. It couldn't be. It felt... wrong.

Like a splinter buried beneath his skin that he couldn't reach no matter how desperately he clawed at it.

Her lavender scent lingered in the air long after she'd gone, invading his senses against his will. His instincts sharpened whenever she spoke. His gaze sought her out before he could stop himself, only for shame to crash over him moments later.

He despised it.

Despised himself.

Each night, he lay awake questioning his own mind.

What is wrong with me?

Why can't I stop this?

Why does my own heart feel like it's betraying me?

Because he loved you.

He knew he loved you.

Nothing, not his guilt, not his confusion, not even the strange pull threatening to consume him, could change that truth.

So why did it feel as though fate itself had turned against him?

Something wasn't right.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Over the following months, Azriel found himself spending more time in Elain's company than he ever intended.

She had taken a particular interest in the gardens surrounding the River House, cultivating plants so rare that even the healers of Velaris struggled to grow them. Delicate blooms with silver-tipped petals. Vines that only flourished beneath starlight. Flowers whose roots held remarkable healing properties when brewed correctly.

It fascinated her.

The Night Court's healers often sought her knowledge, requesting tinctures and remedies crafted from the herbs she nurtured so carefully. Some mended broken bones within days, while others restored strength after long battles or replenished depleted magic.

Before every mission, she'd insist on preparing several bottles for him herself.

"Just in case," she'd say with a gentle smile, pressing the cool glass into his scarred hands.

Azriel had never questioned it.

Why would he?

She was helping him.

The first few times Rhysand sent him into the mountains with Cassian, the potions proved invaluable. A cut that should have taken days to close disappeared overnight. Bruises faded before morning. By the end of each week-long assignment, he'd return to Velaris almost untouched.

Eventually, drinking them became routine. Two bottles a day. Every mission. Every patrol. Every battle.

He never noticed when routine became dependence.

He tried to keep his distance after that. Whatever had begun stirring inside him whenever Elain was near... he refused to entertain it. For days, he deliberately altered his schedule, taking different corridors through the River House, leaving meetings early, arriving late to training. Anything to avoid crossing paths with her. It made no difference. She was everywhere. Passing him in the gardens with dirt beneath her fingernails and sunlight tangled in her golden hair. Laughing quietly with Feyre over breakfast. Offering him another bottle before a mission with the same soft smile she'd always worn.

And every single time she appeared, something inside him tightened. It was as though his instincts recognised her before his mind did. Her lavender scent lingered in the air long after she'd gone, refusing to leave his senses. His gaze sought her out without permission, lingering for a heartbeat too long before guilt crashed over him with suffocating force. He hated it.Mother above, he hated it.

You were his mate.

The female he'd chosen every day without hesitation.

The female whose laughter filled every empty corner of his heart.

So why...

Why did another woman occupy his thoughts against his will?

Had the Mother made a mistake?

Was the Cauldron capable of choosing the wrong souls?

Or was something inside him simply... broken?

The worst part was that nothing between you had changed. You still greeted him with sleepy smiles each morning. Still reached for his hand beneath the dinner table. Still laughed whenever he pretended to be annoyed as you absentmindedly ran your fingers along the sensitive membranes of his wings, earning a quiet grumble that never fooled you.

He was happy.

Wasn't he? So why, as your fingers remained intertwined with his across the table...did his eyes betray him, lifting over your shoulder to find Elain standing on the opposite side of the room?

The guilt that followed was immediate. Crushing. And for the first time in five hundred years… Azriel was afraid of his own heart.

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Starfall arrived sooner than he had hoped.

Velaris glowed beneath a blanket of starlight, the city alive with music and laughter as thousands gathered to welcome the fallen stars. Lanterns floated through the streets below, their golden light reflecting across the Sidra like scattered constellations, while the House of Wind buzzed with celebration.

As it always had. A feast stretched across the grand dining hall, filled with friends, family, and every member of the Night Court. Glasses clinked together in celebration, laughter echoed through the halls, and for one fleeting evening, the burdens of war and duty were forgotten. It should have been perfect.

You stood beside him, your hand comfortably resting in his, dressed in a gown of deep crimson that caught the candlelight every time you moved. He'd already caught himself staring more times than he cared to admit.

You were breathtaking.

His mate.

His home.

Everything he'd ever prayed for without knowing prayers could be answered.

Then Mor appeared, a mischievous grin already forming on her lips.

"I refuse to let you spend the entire evening attached to him," she declared, taking your wrist before either of you could protest.

You laughed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"I'll only be a minute."

"I'll hold you to that," Azriel replied, the corner of his mouth lifting.

You disappeared into the growing crowd, Morrigan already pulling you towards the centre of the ballroom as music swelled around you.

He watched you go.

He always did.

Then someone stepped beside him.

Elain.

She smiled politely, folding her hands in front of her.

"It looks like you've been abandoned."

He let out a quiet huff of amusement.

"So it would seem."

Silence settled between them.

Azriel's gaze never left you.

You were laughing now, spinning beneath the lights as Mor twirled you effortlessly across the floor. Every so often your eyes searched the room, finding his almost instinctively before smiling once more.

His chest tightened.

He loved you.

Mother above...

He loved you.

So why wouldn't this feeling stop?

It had only grown worse over the past few weeks.

Every day it became harder to ignore.

Harder to breathe whenever Elain stood too close.

Harder to silence the thoughts that didn't feel like his own.

He hated himself for it.

Hated every instinct screaming at him to turn away from you.

To look at her instead.

His fingers curled tightly around the crystal glass in his hand until tiny fractures spread across its surface.

Stop.

His shadows writhed anxiously around his shoulders.

Please... stop. But the pressure inside his mind only intensified. His pulse quickened. His breathing became uneven. The scent of lavender surrounded him, sweet enough to make him dizzy. Something was wrong. Something had been wrong for weeks. He just didn't know what.Then Elain reached for his arm. The moment her fingers brushed against his sleeve… Everything snapped. His body moved before his mind could catch up. One hand found her waist. The other cupped her face. He kissed her. Hard. Desperately.

As though some invisible force had seized control of every instinct he possessed.

For one horrifying second...

She kissed him back.

Silence. Not throughout the room. Only within him. The world stopped turning. His eyes opened. And across the ballroom… You stood frozen. Your smile was gone. The music still played. People still laughed. Stars still drifted across the night sky. Yet somehow, none of it reached him anymore. All he could see...was you. Those brilliant blue eyes stared back at him, wide with disbelief. Confusion. Heartbreak. Then something inside them shattered.The bond between you tightened painfully, burning through every part of him until he thought his soul itself might split apart.

"Love..." The word barely left his lips. You took one slow step backwards. Then another. Tears gathered in your eyes, though none ever fell. You simply looked at him as though you no longer recognised the male standing before you."I waited," you whispered. Your voice was so quiet he almost thought he'd imagined it. "I kept hoping you'd choose me." His heart stopped. "I'm sorry. please let me fix this" The words sounded meaningless. Pathetic. Worthless. You shook your head.

"No."

A bitter smile crossed your face. "No, Azriel." Your fingers rose to the place above your heart, where the bond connected the two of you. "I refuse to spend eternity wondering if I'll ever be enough." Power rippled through the room. Every conversation ceased. Every head turned. Even the stars outside seemed to still. Your magic surged around you like a storm. "I release you." The mating bond screamed.

It wasn't a sound heard with ears. It was felt. A violent tearing through the soul itself.

Azriel collapsed to his knees as agony ripped through his chest, his shadows shrieking wildly around him. It felt as though someone had reached inside him and torn away the very piece of himself that had made him whole. Across the room, you swayed but never looked away.

Your own pain was written plainly across your face.

"I hope," you said, your voice trembling for the first time, "that one day you find the happiness you chose over me." You looked at Elain.Then back at him. "But it will never be with me." You turned. And walked away. He never saw you again.

Present Day

The memory still haunted him. Every detail remained painfully vivid, replaying itself each night the moment he closed his eyes. For months afterwards, he'd continued accepting Elain's healing tonics out of habit, convincing himself they might somehow numb the hollow ache left behind by the severed bond. They never did. If anything, the emptiness only deepened.

Elain stayed close, offering quiet words of comfort and leaving fresh bottles upon his bedside each morning before he woke. Whether out of guilt, affection, or something else entirely, he never asked. One morning… He'd had enough.The bottles shattered against the marble floor with a deafening crash, glass scattering in every direction as crimson liquid seeped between the white stone.

"Don't," he'd snarled, his voice rough with months of grief. "Don't ever bring me another one."Even now, long after the stain had been scrubbed away, he found himself staring at that same stretch of marble.

It was the very place where your red gown had once pooled around your feet on nights when laughter had filled these rooms instead of silence.

His dreams belonged to you. Always.

Those impossibly blue eyes haunted every restless night, staring at him with heartbreak, disappointment, and questions he would never be able to answer.

He woke with tears he never remembered shedding. For the first time in five hundred years...Azriel, the Shadowsinger, felt utterly helpless. The Inner Circle had never truly forgiven him.

Cassian spoke to him only when duty demanded it. Mor could barely look at him.Feyre's disappointment cut deeper than anger ever could. Rhysand remained his High Lord. But no longer his confidant.

To them… He hadn't simply broken your heart. He had driven you from the only home you had ever known. And some wounds, they feared, could never be mended.

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The meeting room felt strangely incomplete. Your chair remained exactly where it had always been, tucked neatly between Rhysand and Feyre.

Only now...Elain occupied it.

Azriel's gaze lingered there for a moment too long before forcing himself to look away. A replacement. Not because anyone expected her to become you. Because no one else had been willing to sit there.

The silence stretched until Rhysand finally broke it. "She'll be here tonight." Every muscle in Azriel's body tensed. For the first time in two years, hope stirred painfully inside his chest.

Rhys's violet eyes met his own. "I expect you not to do anything reckless." Azriel swallowed."I won't."

Rhys studied him for a long moment, as though deciding whether he believed him. Then, quietly, he added, "She's not coming alone." The words barely registered.

"What?"

A heavy silence settled over the room.

"She's moved on," Rhys said evenly. "Just as you did."

His heart stopped. "She'll be arriving with someone."

The words struck harder than any blade ever had. Across the table, Mor folded her arms, her expression colder than winter itself. Cassian stared at the polished wood in front of him. Feyre remained unusually quiet, her fingers intertwined with Rhys's. Nesta simply watched him, unreadable.

Not one of them offered comfort. Not one of them looked surprised by his reaction. Azriel lowered his gaze."...I understand." But he didn't. Not really.

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Sundown arrived far too quickly.

Every passing minute tightened the knot in his chest until breathing itself became difficult. Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days. He'd imagined this moment more times than he could count. Perhaps you'd yell. Perhaps you'd ignore him. Perhaps...

Perhaps you'd let him apologize. Maybe, somehow… You'd forgive him. It was a foolish hope.Yet he clung to it all the same.Beside him, Elain quietly slipped her arm through his.Her thumb rubbed slow circles across his sleeve, a silent attempt at comfort.He felt...Nothing.

The front doors opened. Conversation immediately died away.

Azriel looked up, and a small blur of red raced straight through the entrance.

Laughter rang through the hall. A little boy, no older than three or four, darted between startled guests, nearly colliding with Azriel's legs before giggling and changing direction. His hair burned a brilliant shade of copper beneath the candlelight.But it wasn't the hair that stole the breath from Azriel's lungs.

It was his eyes. Bright. Vivid. An impossible shade of sapphire blue. Your eyes. Exactly your eyes. His entire world tilted.

No...

No.

His gaze snapped towards the doorway. Then he saw you. For a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. You looked... happy. Healthier. The exhaustion that had haunted your features during your final months in Velaris had vanished, replaced by a quiet confidence he'd never seen before.

And beside you...Eris. Your fingers were intertwined. His arm rested comfortably around your waist. The male looked down at you, murmuring something that made you laugh softly before pressing an absent-minded kiss against your temple. The gesture was effortless. Natural. Practised.

Azriel's heart shattered all over again. "She replaced you... just as you replaced her." The thought echoed mercilessly through his mind. You greeted everyone with warm embraces. Rhys hugged you longer than anyone else. Feyre wiped discreetly at the corner of her eye. Cassian smiled for what felt like the first time in years. Even Nesta's expression softened as you embraced her. "I've missed you," Feyre whispered. You smiled gently. "I'm doing better now."

Better. The word lodged like glass in Azriel's throat. Better… Without him.

Only then did your eyes finally meet his. For the briefest moment. Your smile faded into something polite. Distant.

"Hello, Az." That was all. No anger. No bitterness. Not even sadness.

Just two simple words spoken to someone who no longer occupied a meaningful place in your life. Somehow...

That hurt more than hatred ever could. Eris stepped forward, his hand never leaving your waist.His amber eyes met Azriel's for only a second.

Protective. Warning. As though silently reminding him that the female standing beside him was no longer his to grieve. Azriel's hands curled into fists. Not from anger. From regret.Beside him, Elain instinctively moved closer.

For the first time...

Her touch made him recoil. His attention remained fixed on the little boy now hiding behind your skirts."...Is he..."

His voice cracked. He cleared his throat, though it did little to steady him. "Is he your son?"

You looked down, smiling so tenderly that it stole what little air remained in his lungs."He is."

You crouched, brushing a stray lock of fiery red hair away from the child's forehead before kissing him softly.

"Our son."

Eris rested a hand on the boy's shoulder, the child leaning instinctively into him. The gesture answered every question Azriel hadn't been brave enough to ask.

You stood once more, your fingers finding Eris's with unconscious familiarity. "We were married last year."

A quiet laugh escaped you. "I never imagined my mate would be so insufferable." Eris smirked. "I'll choose to hear only the 'mate' part."

You rolled your eyes affectionately before looking back at Azriel. "I was shocked when the bond snapped into place."

Your smile softened. "I suppose fate had other plans for both of us."

Fate. Azriel had spent two years cursing that word.Now...

It mocked him. He looked at the little boy nestled comfortably against Eris's side. At the wedding band resting upon your finger. At the peaceful smile on your face.

This wasn't his family. This wasn't his mate. This wasn't his future.

It belonged to someone else now. "...Yes," he whispered, barely recognising his own voice."Fate."

For the first time since you'd walked away… He truly understood what it meant to lose everything.

[eco15]

As much as I love Eris Vanserra and would devour a book in his pov…I did NOT think his intentions with Nesta were genuine. I’m not saying it was malicious in anyway but we’ve got to stop mistaking him for some cinammon roll.

As soon as I read the scene wherein he, Nesta and Cassian meet after the ball, and Nesta acknowledged that there was no longing/hurt in Eris’ eyes when she rejected him, I knew.

The male is #1 hot asf and #2 ruthless with his father’s throne at the top of his priorities. Despite being a good male at heart, he IS power hungry. He was attracted to Nesta bc he saw what she could do for him. I thought that was clear from the get go.

…

Also, he’s mine.

[ser-matilda]

Do you want me to kill myself Eris? Is that it, you really want me to kill myself?

[frominsidethehouse]

I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you

Azriel visits Eris after the High Lords meeting. He’s not there to apologise and he’s certainly not there to explore why Eris was rock hard as he choked him.

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Word count: 3k Rating: explicit Warnings: pwp, anal sex, mild angst, top!Eris, bottom!Azriel

A/N: yes yes I’m clearly having a time of it. More pwp absolutely spewed out in a short time frame. Trust me, my Neris and Eris week wips are staring daggers at me. I’m not tagging my usual taglist as I’m pretty sure none of you are Azris fans!

Eris hissed as he rubbed the burn ointment over his arms, the scalding was his fathers punishment for daring to challenge him at the High Lord meeting. He’d already nearly healed, but the ointment prevented scars. The air in his room moved ever so slightly and Eris smelt Azriel before he stepped out of the shadows.

“Come to finish me off have you?” Eris asked without looking behind him, pouring himself a glass of wine. He finally turned and Azriel glared at him, shadows swirling around his shoulders.

“You know I can’t kill you.” He grit out and Eris smirked as he took slow steps towards him.

“And you know I wasn’t talking about killing me.” He watched the storm of emotions swirl in Azriel’s eyes, and the way they seemed to struggle to stay on his face. Eris flexed his bare arms as he stepped closer still, trying not to get too excited by the prospect that maybe he liked what he saw.

“I didn’t take you for a masochist.” Azriel finally said, which made Eris laugh. He took a sip of wine and shook his head.

“Oh I’m not. Being strangled was horrible actually and for a moment I did genuinely fear for my life. But having you sat on my hips like I’ve always dreamt of was glorious. Cauldron, I think if you’d bounced a little I would have cum right then and there-” Azriel cut Eris off with a shove and a snarl. Wine spilt over Eris’s hand and he tsked as he swapped hands and burnt away the liquid dripping from his fingers with a flash of fire.

“Why so angry, Shadowsinger?” He taunted “are you that frustrated you can’t kill me? Or are you just angry at yourself because the thought of bouncing on my cock has you hard as a rock.” He winnowed directly in front of Azriel and grabbed his crotch, where indeed, his cock was straining against his Illyrian leathers. He grinned down at him smugly before he was shoved again.

“Why me?” Azriel asked, his voice barely more than a growl. Eris huffed a bitter laugh before walking past Azriel.

“Why you indeed. I think I’m just the one the Mother likes to torment the most.” He said with a mock dramatic sigh. At Azriel’s snort Eris turned sharply to fix him with a blazing stare.

“You don’t agree? Born to a father who hates me because I’m everything he isn’t and will never be and who makes my life hell because of it. To a mother who can scarcely look at me because I remind her so much of the man who makes her life hell. Surrounded by brothers who actively plot to kill me and take the power that I never asked for. And cursed with a…” he stopped his ranting and seethed before he drank deeply from his glass. Azriel watched in that silent, still way that drove Eris mad.

“If you’re not here to be fucked, Shadowsinger, what is it you want?” He asked, finishing the rest of the glass and dropping it on the side table nearest him. Azriel just stared, he didn’t know really why he had come here. Eris stared back evenly. He could play this game too.

“Would you?” Azriel asked quietly. Eris held a finger up behind his ear and frowned.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that?” He teased as he started walking back towards Azriel, whose fists and jaw clenched in irritation. He heard perfectly well and knew perfectly well what he meant, and Azriel didn’t know if he’d find the courage to say it again. Eris stopped within arms reach and Azriel’s cock throbbed at the scent of him. Desire took over.

“Would you…if that’s what I wanted?” He asked again, the shame washing over him as he saw the delight in Eris’s amber eyes.

“Would I, what?” Eris asked with that infuriating smirk. He reached out a pale, freckled hand slowly, giving Azriel the chance to bat him away. He didn’t. Eris slid his hand over his hips and round to the small of his back. He stepped closer and Azriel could feel the heat radiating from him even through the thick leathers, and smell the shift in his scent. Their bodies weren’t touching and Azriel found himself leaning forward on his feet to try and close the distance. Eris was looking down at him with a disbelieving smile. There wasn’t much between them in height, Eris had perhaps an inch or two on him, but he always had a way of making it feel like a foot.

“Ask nicely, Shadowsinger, and I’ll give you everything you want.” Eris leant to murmur in his ear, his hot breath sending a shiver through Azriel which delighted the prince, who chuckled. The embarrassment and the frustration this caused was too much for Azriel, who launched himself at Eris and kissed him. An undignified sound of surprise caught in Eris’s throat before he laughed into the kiss, his hands coming together at the base of Azriel’s spine and pulling him closer.

Azriel’s scarred hands had grabbed Eris’s face, but now they smoothed into his hair, which felt like the softest silk slipping over his fingers. He moaned as Eris slid his tongue into his mouth, gently exploring. It wasn’t enough. He pulled his head toward him as he pushed his hips forward, pressing his hard length against Eris’s thigh. Eris gasped and shifted them so when he pushed his hips back in turn, their cocks rubbed against each other. The pleasure caused them both to moan, foreheads pressed together. Eris looked down and leaned back enough that they could watch them grind against each other, and admire the wet patch starting to form on Eris’s red sleep pants.

“What is it you want?” He asked again, his voice low and thick with lust, gripping Azriel’s waist tighter.

“I…I want you to fuck me.” Azriel conceded, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. Eris grabbed his chin and shook it so he opened his eyes. Azriel’s mouth hung open slightly as he saw the flames blazing in Eris’s eyes, the hunger and relief etched onto his face, in the set of his brow.

“Gods, Azriel, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.” He breathed before kissing him, and like a dam had broken they became frenzied. Hands were everywhere, clothes being pawed at and discarded, kisses were all teeth and tongue and desperation.

Finally naked and on the bed, Eris gently pushed Azriel against the pillows, not breaking the kiss and reached his hand down between them. Azriel wasn’t sure when Eris hand oiled his hand but he was grateful as it wrapped around both of them, holding them together as they moved. The heir broke the kiss to study the spy’s face. Every gasp, every twitch of his brow, the way his entire face contorted in pleasure, and he’d barely started.

“How do you want me to take you?” Eris asked, looking down his nose at the panting mess below him. Azriel met his hooded gaze and his mind went simultaneously empty and overloaded with images of all the ways he wanted Eris to fuck him. He must have been lost for a moment too long as the red head sneered.

“As much as I wish I did, I don’t have all night.” He bent and licked a line up Azriel’s neck and nibbled on his ear lobe, simultaneously running his large hands over his chest and thumbing his nipples. The huge Illyrian gasped, wings twitching where he’d spread them on the bed. Eris sat up, rolling his hips as he let his fingers trail over the swirling tattoos across Azriel’s chest.

“You’re perfect.” Eris breathed, forgetting momentarily that just a few hours ago he’d tried to kill him, forgetting that he claimed to hate him. Azriel didn’t say anything, or give any reaction except, but the twitch of his length gave away how much he enjoyed the compliment.

Azriel almost found it funny, how someone as perfectly perfect as Eris could look at him and think he was anything other than a mess. And not just in this exact moment, but in every moment of his life. The scars, the shadows, how quiet he was, all the horrible things he’d done. Some of them he’d day dreamed about doing to Eris, and yet here he was, seeing it all and calling him perfect. He ran his eyes over Eris’s large frame. He was leaner than Azriel, most males were, but he was surprisingly built. He remembered it shouldn’t actually be too surprising, he is a general. He hungrily tracked the freckles that absolutely covered Eris’s body, down his arms, across his chest and stomach, down his legs. His eyes snapped back to his large cock which he hoped would soon be buried inside him.

“Is this the first time you’ve-” Eris started to ask, eyes not leaving the tattoos, wondering if the unfamiliarity of sleeping with a male was the reason for his silence.

“No,” Azriel interrupted hurriedly with a shake of his head. Eris flicked his eyes up to meet the hazel ones staring at him. A smile played at his lips as he raised his eyebrows.

“I make you nervous?” Eris asked in disbelief and Azriel huffed.

“You overwhelm me.” He answered truthfully, his face flushing at the admission, waiting for the barrage of jokes and teasing. It didn’t come as amber eyes assessed him, red eyebrows knotted together.

“If this is too much…” Eris frowned, pulling his hands away from their exploration and placing them on his knees. Azriel felt the weight of him start to ease and quickly grabbed his hips, pulling him back down.

“It’s not enough.” Azriel’s voice was gruff, and a groan broke from his throat as he bucked up against Eris. The prince wrapped his hand back around both of them and moved again.

“I need you…gods, I need you to…I want you…” Azriel couldn’t get the words out, as he watched Eris’s pre cum drip down onto his own flushed tip and mix with his. With a deep groan Eris threw his head back.

“It’s okay, Shadowsinger, you’ll have me,” he reached a hand behind him and gently parted Azriel’s cheeks and caressed the tight ring of muscle.

“Right where you need me.” He said with a smirk as a ragged moan ripped from Azriel’s throat. Eris removed his hands, delighting in the whine Azriel let out at the loss of contact, to pour a generous amount of oil over his fingers. He shifted back and bent Azriel’s legs out of his way. He had to take a moment to appreciate the sight of the warrior spread before him; his huge cock leaking so prettily, the sweat glistening on his dark skin, the muscles tensing in his stomach and the heaving of his chiseled chest with every deep inhale.

Eris smiled and slid an oiled finger to Azriel’s entrance, lazily tracing around the edge before pushing in slowly.

“Fuck,” Eris grunted as he watched the shadow singers eyes roll back before he squeezed them shut with a gasp. He moved his finger slowly, while his other hand steadied them both on Azriel’s hip. With gentle precision, another finger joined the first and Azriel’s entire being focused solely on the feel. He’d been with males before, had taken and given in equal measure, but nothing had ever felt this good. With a whimper that made him blush, he opened his eyes and gasped at the intense look on Eris’s face. He was watching him with such hunger it sent a shock of arousal down his spine, making him buck up. Eris smirked, scissoring his fingers slowly before adding a third.

“Greedy bat,” he murmured, finally breaking eye contact to watch his fingers disappear with a groan. Azriel didn’t think he could take it any longer.

“Please.” He whispered, making Eris snap his head up in delight. He gave him a feral grin and sighed.

“Such a good boy, I didn’t even have to ask you to beg.” Eris tried to sound mocking, but his voice was so strained it took all sting out of it. He removed his fingers and poured more oil on his hand before he wrapped his fist around himself, smothering the oil down before focusing on his tip. His hips jerked at the sensation, he didn’t think he was going to last long inside Azriel’s tight heat but didn’t think Azriel was going to last much longer than he. Eris notched himself at Azriel’s entrance, rubbing himself teasing around the hole before locking eyes. Azriel gave a slight nod and Eris pushed forward. They both moaned as Eris pushed deeper, Azriel putting a foot on Eris’s hip to stop him.

“Fuck…wait…” Azriel moaned, eyes screwed shut as he felt himself clench and relax and Eris, who was starting to shake with restraint, but kept his eyes firmly on Azriel’s face waiting for the okay. When he finally nodded, Eris moved again, pulling himself out before pushing back in further. The sounds he received for this effort had him repeating the move until he was finally fully sheathed inside Azriel, their foreheads pressed together.

“You feel so good, shit, I’m not…this won’t take long,” Eris panted, quickly kissing Azriel who shifted his hips and pulled Eris against him.

“Me-” his breath hitched as his cock brushed Eris’s stomach “me neither, fuck.” He dragged him back in for another kiss as Eris began to move with slow and deep thrusts. Azriel had never felt such peace, like his entire being was relaxed, his shadows gracefully slipping over Eris’s skin, just relishing the feel of him. This was right, so very right, he’d made a good choice in coming here, why did he ever think it was a bad idea? He moaned into the kiss, which seemed to snap something in Eris.

He sat up and started to move faster, putting more power behind each thrust, watching with pure lust as his cock pounded into Azriel. He grabbed Azriel’s sorely neglected length and moved his hand up and down it. Azriel threw his head back and arched his back, and Eris wanted the image burned into his memory forever. He’d envisioned this so many times, but none of his fantasies lived up to the reality of fucking the male who had wanted him dead. With a snarl he started to move even faster, Azriel’s body jerking with the force of his thrusts.

“So-so good. Oh fuck!” Eris moaned, a string of curses and compliments falling freely from his mouth, he wasn’t even sure what he was actually saying anymore.

“I’m going to- I’m-” Azriel panted, thrashing his head side to side as if he could stop himself. Eris hissed and doubled his efforts, hand twisting and tightening on Azriel’s cock, pulling a leg up to plant his foot in the bed to allow him to put even more power into pounding him.

“Fuck, Eris!” Azriel gasped as he came so hard his vision blacked out, cum splattering Eris’s chest and his own. At the sound of his name coming from the Shadowsinger Eris came hard, hips jerking with every spurt. When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of Azriel, careful to move his hands behind his head and not on his wings. Azriel lazily put his hands on Eris’s back, a satisfied shudder rolling over him as he felt his cock slip out of him, followed by the gush of his cum.

For a while, they lay in the post-orgasm haze, reality not yet returning to them. Right now, they weren’t Eris the Autumn Prince and Azriel the Shadowsinger, they just…were. They stared at each other, Eris running a finger absentmindedly over Azriel’s jaw. After a while Azriel sat up, to move his wings out the way so they could lay on their sides facing each other. Eris laid back down with a contented sigh as he looked over Azriel’s wings, reaching out and tapping the taloned tip before resting his hand on Azriel’s hip, splaying his hand out over the dark skin.

“Do you still want to kill me?” Eris asked softly, twisting his lips in an attempt not to smile. Azriel smiled before the crushing weight of the real world, and what had just happened and who it happened with, slammed into him. He jerked back and sat up suddenly.

“I didn’t-” Eris started as he watched Azriel launch out of the bed and search for his discarded clothes, not attempting to keep the devastation off his face.

“Azriel, please, stay a bit-” he started again, moving up onto his knees to make his way to the end of the bed.

“If anything, I want to kill you more.” Azriel turned and snarled before he could stop himself. It wasn’t true. He felt oily guilt slide through his stomach as he watched his words land like a physical blow, Eris flinching slightly, hurt glistening in his beautiful eyes before the cold mask of the heir slipped back over his face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone how hard you came for me.” He sneered, settling himself back propped up against the pillows. With a wave of his hand a cigarette appeared between his fingers, and an ashtray on the bed next to him. He stretched his long legs out casually, not hiding an inch of his freckled body, still covered in both their release.

“If you could do me a favour though, do inform Nesta Archeron of my prowess and send her my way. I’m certain she can keep a secret.” He drawled, lighting his cigarette with his own flame, resting one arm along the headboard. Azriel froze for a moment and stared at Eris confused. The prince scoffed and tapped his ash.

“Oh, I like females just as much as males. I’ll enjoying fucking her tight little cunt just as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” He glared at the Illyrian, eyes flicking to his wings again.

“Probably even more, I don’t usually stoop so low as to fuck lesser fae.” Eris couldn’t stop, he wanted Azriel to feel as hurt as he did, and knew all the places to plant the low blows he was hurling.

“Get out, Shadowsinger.” He snapped finally, snarling when Azriel didn’t leave and just stared at him with that unreadable face. He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out irritatedly.

“Get out!” He bellowed, launching to his knees, eyes blazing. Azriel’s eyes widened for a moment before his shadows enveloped him and he disappeared. Eris collapsed back to the bed and pressed his palms to his eyes. What was it going to take for Azriel’s side of the bond to snap?

[frominsidethehouse]

The Lap Dance

You and Eris had always been flirty with one another, but there was no way he'd ever been seriously into you. When Rhysand suggests you demonstrate what you used to do whilst working as an exotic dancer, Eris volunteers to be a pretend client. It turns out, he's very into you indeed.

Pairing: Eris x Reader Word count: 3.6k Rating: explicit Warnings: pwp, public orgasms, grinding, dirty talk, exhibitionism

a/n: This is not beta read, I absolute shit this out during nap time lmao. A little suspension of disbelief is needed YES but it's just pwp. I just want to grind on Eris and have him cum in his pants so. There's this. (I haven't written smut it toooooo long so I apologise)

“I’m sure we could all use a demonstration.” Rhysand said smoothly over his wine glass before he took a sip, trying to hide his smirk. Feyre smiled mischievously at his side, clearly they’d discussed it mentally and were keen to learn. You’d been discussing your previous employment. It wasn’t a secret or something you were embarrassed about but it wasn’t something you ever brought up whilst in the presence of nobles…and certainly not in front of a High Lord and Lady. The job you’d held for a few years when you had run away from home at the tender age of 19 was extremely unbecoming for a High Lord’s daughter and your father had died without knowing about it. In an open minded establishment in the Summer Court, you’d danced intimately for customers. Thankfully, no one present in this conversation was overly prude. Cassian, Eris, Rhysand, Feyre, Nesta…none of them were sheltered and all were prone to lewd comments and stories. Which is how this all came about.

You tilted your head as you turned from the table where you’d been refilling your drink. The area they were sitting in was separated from the rest of the room, by a few small stairs and a glass fence. Other guests milled around below them, also seated in chairs and sofas, or at tables and a few danced to the low music.

“I’d need a volunteer.” You said seriously, taking a sip of your own drink and locking eyes with the smirking High Lord of Autumn. His amber eyes shone with delight. The two of you had always had a flirtatious relationship since you first met a few years ago, but you’d never taken him seriously. Especially not since he’d become High Lord. However, you’d been sitting next to him the whole evening, his arm languidly resting along the back of the sofa behind your shoulders, and when he’d spoken to you it was in low tones, almost in your ear. He’d watched you with hooded eyes as he’d looked down his nose, trying not to seem too interested, you’d guessed.

“I volunteer.” He smirked, lifting his chin slightly so he was still managing to look down his nose at you, despite him being seated and you stood. You swallowed slowly and smiled. You placed your drink down on the table and started walking slowly towards him. His volunteering was redundant, really, you weren't about to dance on any of the mated fae in the room, in front of their mates no less. You valued your life.

“I need you to sit in the middle of the sofa, with your hands behind your back.” You instructed carefully as you stopped just before the sofa he was sprawled on. He held your gaze for a moment before placing his glass down and moving himself as you requested. You appraised his position and nudged his foot with your own to widen his legs.

“So I don’t get to touch you? Seems unfair.” He drawled, attempting to be casual but you caught the excitement that bubbled underneath. You smiled serenely, slipping into teaching mode. You’d taught a few of the new starters, often shy girls who perhaps didn’t wholly choose the job themselves. 

“Where I worked, the customers couldn’t touch me and I could barely touch the customers.” You turned to face the room, Cassian was grinning at you and Nesta looked intrigued. Rhysand and Feyre were listening intently. 

“The no touching rule kept us dancers feeling comfortable, and it made disputes easier, if there’s a no touching at all rule you don’t have to discern between appropriate vs inappropriate contact. However, it also makes the experience more erotic. To have something you desire so close and unable to touch is a powerful aphrodisiac.” You explained with a grin “which is what makes it a wonderful form of foreplay.” That earned a low chuckle from the room and you smiled.

“I will only touch your legs.” You told Eris as you looked down at him, noting the twitch of the muscles in his neck. He kept his cool demeanor, but you could almost smell the anticipation that crawled over his skin. 

“For now.” He winked and you grinned at him fondly. You backed away a few steps.

“Depending on how much the customer paid, depends on how intimate the dance and how long you danced for. Since you’re all mated, I’ll show you moves from a top price dance.” You explained “whilst keeping my clothes on.” You added quickly. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed-” Eris started before you shot him a withering look “dress stays on. Of course.” He nodded seriously. 

“Would you prefer I talk through it, or just do it?” You asked, Cassian shrugged, Nesta waved her wine glass in a ‘up to you’ manner, Rhysand titled his head and Feyre just smiled.

“Talk through it, it’ll feel less voyeuristic and more educational.” Rhysand answered with a smile and Feyre leant forward on her crossed knee.

“I’m excited!” She grinned, throwing a filthy smile towards her mate before gesturing for you to continue. You nodded and turned back to Eris who took a long, slow breath in as he watched you carefully.

“Everything the moment we stepped into that room was a performance, every move is designed to be sultry. So taking off the dress…” You mimed slipping the straps down your arms and over your breasts to your hips, before you turned and bent forward, as if sliding the dress down, keeping your legs straight. You flicked your hair back while you arched your back as you straightened, pretending to step out of the dress and turned back to Eris. You caught his eyes flicking from your ass back to your face and fought a smile. You stalked forward slowly, before placing a knee on the sofa beside Eris’s spread thighs, and extending your other leg over his lap to the other side, being careful not to touch him. You held onto the back of the sofa behind his shoulders and flicked your hair over one shoulder, titling your head as you mimed undoing your bra.

“And taking off the bra....” You pretended to dangle it in front of his face before dropping it and palming your breast. Eris had followed the movement of the hand with the invisible bra and breathed in sharply as he watched you grope yourself. You shifted your weight to your other leg, easing yourself over his lap, swapping hands and breasts. After a few moments you dramatically lifted the extended leg off the sofa and span to stand up, turning to face your audience. His thigh was between your legs and you bent, hands braced on your knees as you rolled your hips, keeping your back arched. You knew the view was better in your underwear, but the thin back panel of the dress barely covered your ass, you could feel the air on the curve of your cheeks. You span as you stood between his legs and leant forward, holding the back of the sofa. Your faces were close and his pupils were blown wide. He licked his lips and you tracked the movement, suppressing a groan at the sight. He must have realised anyway because those beautiful lips curled into a smirk and you locked eyes with him again. You offered him a lazy grin before leaning forward, and climbing onto the sofa again. You rolled your body, ensuring as you rose up to place your other leg over him that his nose nearly brushed through your cleavage and almost touched your sternum. He inhaled deeply and a small groan rumbled in his chest. You’re sure you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t as close as you could be without touching. Heat was pouring off his body, you couldn’t tell if it was in arousal or just his natural state due to the fire coursing through him. But either way it made your nipples peak. Still not touching him, you rolled your hips gently over his crotch, rising and falling slightly.

“The idea,” you said, shocked by how breathy your voice was, you cleared your throat before continuing “the idea was for us to mimic sex, without touch and without it being obvious. It was to give the customer enough visual stimuli that their imagination could fill in the blanks.” You explained as you gently rolled and rocked over Eris. Suddenly he smelt sweeter and stronger, just for a moment before it vanished. He had glamoured the scent of his arousal, you realised. Was that for you or for the audience? You suddenly wished you had decided to do this naked, you wanted him to see that you were genuinely enjoying this. A shock of arousal jolted through your cunt as you thought about Eris using this visual stimulus later as he touched himself. Eris must have smelt the change in your scent before you glamoured yourself because his gaze snapped to yours, delight colouring his smile. You blushed slightly and he dropped his head back and went back to watching your body over his. You stepped back in between his legs and turned before dropping down, and hanging one arm over each knee. You leant your head back, far to the left so it didn’t touch him, but allowed a view down your body, your knees spread on the carpet. You rolled your hips a couple of times before you rose up, pretending to grab the sides of your underwear.

“And then when taking off your underwear, if you pull it to your knees, then hook one side under your heel, when you lean forward you can use your feet to take it off while giving them the best view.” You explained, not meeting the eyes of the audience and you mimed the actions. You leant forward, pushing your ass in the air, which if you were naked, would have exposed your wetness to Eris. You turned a whine into a cough at the thought of him seeing you. His leg shifted and you knew he was imagining it too. You walked your hands out slowly pushing your chest down until you were almost laid flat then turned on your back. You pulled your legs towards you before spreading them and placing a foot either side of him. You ran a hand down your body, squeezing your breast and arching your back as your hand slipped between your thighs. You twitched as you accidentally brushed your clit and cleared your throat again.

“So we used to do a trick, bending our finger under our hand at the last moment, so it looked like we’d pushed it in, but obviously this can be your chance to put on a show.” You explained, showing the trick over the panel of your dress that prevented your damp underwear from being on show. You looked at Eris carefully, the open jaw, the heaving chest and then you noticed the flames blazing in his eyes as he watched your hand. Your breath hitched and you bit your lip. Eris looked at you then and tensed his thighs. 

You sat up, and moved to all fours. You crawled to Eris, keeping your eyes locked in his as your hands over each knee and slowly up his thigh. You took your time, slower than you would have to an actual customer, relishing the feel of his powerful muscles tensing under his tight green trousers. Eris was breathing so heavily his tight shirt stretched taut across his torso with every breath in. His arms jerked as if he was fighting to keep his hands behind his back for a moment as you leaned yourself closer to his crotch, maintaining eye contact until you bent your head and bobbed it a few times. On your final bob down, your nose hit something invisible that made Eris jerk his hips and gasp. You both froze for a moment, while the thought you’d just hit his hard cock sank into your head, and caused heat to flare through your core. He’d not only glamoured his scent then. You looked up at him, to meet his flamed gaze as he now openly panted. With a slow smile you slowly moved to brush your nose against his hardness again. His eyebrows knotted and his jaw clenched as every muscle in his body locked up. The sight was painfully arousing and you realised you were nearly drooling and swallowed heavily. You moved up his body, keeping an inch or so between you, held the back of the sofa and lifted your leg to place your foot beside his head. You stood and leant forward, your crotch in his face. You slid a hand up your thigh and caressed your center over your dress, enjoying the way Eris seemed to watch your fingers in a trance. You timed lifting your glamour with his inhale and quickly put it back into place. He groaned and his eyes shuttered briefly, the scent of your arousal having the desired effect.

“Usually we’d do these moves a few times over and for longer. And to end we’d give them a kiss on the cheek” you pulled your leg down and leant to press your slightly parted lips to his cheek with a deep inhale “to signal the end of the dance and ask if they’d like to buy another.” You explained, dropping down onto the sofa next to Eris, one leg stretched over him, an arm around his shoulder as you grinned to the audience. Eris hastily freed his hands and wrapped an arm around your waist, the other holding your leg over his lap tightly. He pulled you closer and you made an unflattering noise in the back of your throat as your clit brushed against his hip. Cassian clapped exaggeratedly and the others joined in with a laugh.

“I thank you in advance.” He said as he stood up and hoisted Nesta over his shoulder and turned to the stairs as she squealed.

“Hope you were paying attention,” they heard him say as he slapped her ass and made their way into the crowd before Nesta winnowed them out. Rhysand chuckled at his brother’s behaviour and finished his drink. Feyre’s eyes sparkled with knowing.

“Your review, Eris?” She asked, grinning ear to ear. She didn’t have to use her powers to see how affected he was. Eris chuckled, squeezing your hip, sliding his hand to your ass.

“Outstanding. Shame about this…dress.” He eyed the revealing dress, not quite like Feyre’s scraps of gossamer but not far from it. The two of you stared at each other. Feyre laughed and Rhysand stood, holding his hand out to her. 

“Well, I’m also eager to try it out. We’ll report back.” Feyre smiled dreamily up at Rhys, a hand on his chest. He hummed his agreement, before flicking his gaze over the two of you, still stuck in your staring contest. 

“Of course.” You answered distractedly, testing by pushing yourself against Eris. The flames blazed in his eyes again and he sighed with a slight groan.

“Do enjoy.” He said carelessly, eyes roving over you and shifted his hips, and you felt his hardness against your leg. You didn’t notice the High Lord and Lady leave, but Eris must have because he heaved you into his lap, and you both moaned as you ground against each other. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers under his silky hair. 

“Did you enjoy dancing this much for anyone else?” He murmured to you, gently bumping your nose with his own as you breathed in each other. You dropped your glamour and he followed suit. His scent clouded your mind entirely for a second, and it was all you could focus on. You always thought he smelt amazing, all cold air, woodsy and spice, but his arousal sent you skyward. You shook your head and gently leant forward so your lips almost touched and shifted against him again, causing him to hiss.

“No, never. Only you.” You breathed, before whining and dropping your forehead to his to watch yourself rubbing against his large bulge. Eris looked down too and groaned, pushing his hips up.

“Hmm, next time sweetheart, I want you completely naked.” He dipped his head to your neck and brushed his lips gently over your pulse. You tilted your head back to allow him more space and he slowly kissed your neck, open mouthed and gentle. For a moment your brain short circuited.

“Next time?” You managed to moan, still moving against him slowly, trying to remember they were in a room full of people. You felt him smile against your neck before he sniffed deeply.

“Next time.” He promised, his teeth scraped against the skin on your neck before he bit down. You moaned loudly, clutching his shoulders. This earned you a strained chuckle. You pulled back to look at him, a flush had spread across his cheekbones, his eyes had returned to their usual amber, not that you could see it his pupils were so wide. 

“Next time you’re going to be naked, you’re going to dance and you’re going to touch yourself for me, you’re going to come undone by your own hand in front of me.” He told you as you gazed at him dumbly, barely able to focus on what he was saying with his cock brushing your clit so deliciously. A particularly rough thrust made you gasp and throw your head back. Eris groaned, before grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to look at him again.

“Once you’ve come for me,” he carried on, his other hand massaging your ass as he controlled your movements against him. You whined and keened into him, needing him closer, needing more more more of him. You ripped his shirt up and slid your hands over his abdomen, scratching across his tensing muscles. The feel of his skin, starting to get slick with sweat, made your brain go fuzzy. You stared down at him, watching his mouth as he spoke.

“I’m going to fuck you full. When one hole is full, I’ll move on to the next, until you can hold no more.” He growled, chest heaving as his movements became faster. He let go of your head and gripped your hips with both hands. His honey eyes flicked over your face, seemingly memorising every reaction. 

“Please…Eris…fuck.” You managed to get out between pants, falling forward and pressing your forehead against his. He hummed, lifting his chin to ghost his lips across yours.

“Please what?” He murmured and you surged forward and kissed him. He grunted his surprise before kissing you back hungrily. You desperately ground yourself against his cock, the sheer size of it not truly registering in your lust-addled brain, you just needed more friction, more of him. You were getting embarrassingly close. Eris swallowed every moan and whine you made, his tongue moving with yours. He broke the kiss as his entire being locked up, he hissed and tried to hold you still, but you fought him.

“Stop-” he choked out, his eyes snapping wide as he gasped. You must have looked absolutely feral, a snarl of pure animalistic desire burst out of you as you broke free of his hold and rode him mercilessly. You were so close, soaked through your underwear, you needed this and needed him to cum.

“Fuck- sweetheart, please, I’m going to- fuck!” He moaned, his head falling back as he watched you use him, mouth falling open at the mess you’d made on his trousers. 

“Me too, Eris…fuck, Eris!” You near squealed as he suddenly gripped you and thrust against you faster and harder. Your pleasure reached its peak and you shattered above him, in sudden desperation to muffle the scream you could feel was about to escape, you lurched forward and bit his shoulder. With a broken groan of your name Eris pushed against you one final time, and you felt his cock twitch as he came under you. 

You collapsed against him, both of you breathing heavily. Reality came crashing back to you, your hearing suddenly working again as you heard the music and the chattering of the other guests. Eris ran a hand up your back soothingly as you buried your head in his neck.

“I forgot where we were.” you mumbled, embarrassed and not wanting to look to see if anyone was looking your way. He laughed, the sound vibrating through you as he held you tight to him.

“Me too.” he answered, kissing the side of your head and taking the tip of your pointed ear into his mouth and nibbling. You pulled back and cupped his cheek as you studied him, your gaze flicking over his amber eyes burning with adoration, his gorgeous freckles sprinkled across his slightly flushed face. 

“You were always serious, weren’t you?” you asked him quietly. He smiled ruefully and sighed, stroking your hair back out of your face, watching his thumb trace over your cheek.

“Every single time.” he told you earnestly and you didn't have the words, so you kissed him instead. It wasn’t as demanding as before, but it was no less hungry. He shifted beneath you and you realised he was still painfully hard.

“And if you think that I'm done with you sweetheart,” he said quietly as he peppered you with kisses and his hands started to roam again. You moaned into his mouth and whined when he pulled back again to grin at you.

“Then you’re sorely fucking mistaken.”

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[ser-matilda]

Computah..show me Eris Vanserra whimpering and moaning audios…computah show me.

[ser-matilda]

How much money could I pay Matthew Basset to do a whimpering and moaning ASMR video as Eris?

Asking for a friend.