Eris and Gingerfucker lowkey panicking having 2 Atlas’ little did they know the Gods were on their side and knew NOBODY could handle 2 Atlas’ so blessed them with a docile Leif as compensation 😭
And then the Mother laughed and watched them be so happy with Leif she gave them two little gremlins at once
If you or a loved one has had to deal with Atlas Vanserra, you may be entitled to a Leif
Mentioning in your new fic about how toddler Atlas marches around the house like it’s his is SO on brand I just think of this tiny eris mimicking his father pouting and being all bossy and eris being like 🤨🤨🤨🤨
and gingerfucker is just like yep…TOTALLY your son…
I MISSED THEM AND YOU SO MUCHH
Atlas is running the Forest House he is convinced everyone who works there is just his friend
He is a sweet angel and whenever he’s like ‘I want everyone to wear red tomorrow 😇’ they all do and Eris is just like… sure what the hell
Author’s note: surprise (part 3) happy @erisweekofficial to all who celebrate. This is part of my gingerfucker series but I think can be read as a standalone
The bed was warm and perfectly molded to your body, pillows squished perfectly beneath your head giving you no reason to move. The little body next to you snored in his sleep, his left leg twitching, a lazy attempt at disturbing the peace. You nuzzled into his head, soft hair just long enough to tickle your nose. Hours passed in a soft lull, the air in the room the only thing moving.
Time passed in hazy waves, your eyes only staying open for a few minutes at a time before lulling you back into a dreamless sleep.
“Sleep when the baby sleeps,” fae would say. Now he’s a toddler, too interested in the world to sleep. Between him and the growing belly, full nights of sleep were hard to come by, but rather intermittent cat naps were enough to get you by.
“Have you gotten out of that cocoon of your own making since I left?” You didn’t fight the grin spreading across your face at your mate’s soft voice, not having heard him come in. Not even his teasing was enough to fully wake you up, but enough to resist the urge to hide your face into the pillows.
“I’m trying to remember what he smelled like as a babe. He smells so much older now.” Your hand smoothed down his hair, a gentle motion you performed hundreds, if not thousands of times. You kept a few inches away from Atlas, knowing if you draw too close he’ll overheat and wake up cranky.
Eris couldn’t stop the pull he felt towards the bed, even knowing he only had a moment before his next engagement. His hand found the swell of your belly, fingers splaying out wide, already reaching for the life inside. Any day now this small forged family of three would turn into four. How many more moments like this did he have before the new babe arrived?
His nose found your neck as he slid into place behind you, breathing in the scent so entangled with his own it was almost impossible to tell them apart. Yours had been marked with a soft tinge of milk and something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint. It didn’t matter, not really. Whatever the scent he couldn’t help himself from wanting to bury himself deeper in it, burying himself inside you as he got off on the scent alone.
He hadn’t noticed with his own mother, but each of your pregnancies smelled different. The whole time you carried Atlas you filled rooms with a sickly berry scent that was muddled with spices. Now you smelled like a crisp autumn wind and fresh tree bark.
Adjusting to life with Atlas had been hard and difficult, but now there would be two. He had never heard of siblings being so close in age, such a rarity to even have a second child.
“What do you think this one will smell like?” Eris knew from the tail end of your pregnancy with Atlas that the last month was spent pondering every feature of the new life, building it up in both your minds, making them real. You had guessed Atlas would have deep dark hair, joking that he’d be an exact copy of Rhysand sent here to bother Eris.
“I think they’ll be like their mother.” He hadn’t been thinking about it, the thought coming from some corner of his mind he hadn’t considered. In the ease and comfort of the room, it felt right. Dark hair, tan skin, a more blunt nose. Atlas looked exactly like him, a pale complexion that flushed bright red and freckled so easily.
Atlas turned in his sleep, his chest rolling into your face, limbs flailing in every direction. Eris’s hand left your belly, gently blocking your face from small fists.
“How are we going to deal with two of him?”
His hand moved away from the threat, gently stroking your hair. You lazily followed the heat of his hand, his touch driving you mad even after so long.
“When Atlas is really annoying we’ll give him to Lucien.”
Eris tightened his grip on his little family, the forged thing he had never expected. He had to go, just for a while, but he would be back in a few hours. By then Atlas would surely be awake, parading around the manor as if it were his.
For a moment Eris laid there, listening to soft breathing of his mate and the babe they made together, content that the limited range of his imagination was never able to conjure such an image on its own.
Summary: three weeks of no sex with your mate has driven you to new tactics: cornering him in his office until he gives you what you want
Author’s note: you thought I’d let @erisweekofficial go by without a gingerfucker fic??? This can be read as a standalone (or you can get sucked into the world of gingerfucker your choice)
The room is quiet, save for the occasional grunt from the newborn sleeping in the bassinet. You shuffle your blanket to the edge of the bed, as close to the walls of the bassinet as you can manage, hoping your scent will waft over enough to keep him asleep.
Shuffling through drawers, you find what you’re looking for, the silk soft against your fingertips. You move quietly, determination dampening every movement. Sliding your pants down your legs, kicking them off to the side before sliding the burgundy shorts up your legs. The silk is from Spring, a deep red that feels luxurious on your skin.
Admiring yourself in the mirror, you peel your top off, cringing at the wet spot you hadn’t noticed. Either spit up or milk, you aren’t sure. Either way it has a slight curdled smell and you can’t help cringing as you hope it hasn’t clung to you.
The new top, flowy and silky, covers your body in a sea of red, the deep burgundy matching your comforter behind you. Your body has undergone so much change in the last year - breasts still swollen, full of milk. Your hips feel wider, stretch marks lingering around your pelvis. Despite endless resources, you still woke up most mornings exhausted.
You felt strong, confident in this new body in a way you knew most new mothers didn’t. As a child, you remembered seeing your mother’s own scars, the proof of creating life from nothing. You had completed the impossible. Such a rarity for fae and you had done it.
Now you have to do the impossible again.
Picking up the thin strap of your top, you slide it down your shoulder, going for nonchalant. Subtle. You spend a moment fussing with your hair, running a balance of putting in effort while knowing you have a short window for accomplishment.
Doing one last spin in the mirror, you can’t stop the mischievous smile, knowing exactly what this will do to your mate.
One last look at Atlas is all you need before heading out, trying not to fixate on how small and alone he looked in the bassinet. But to be the best mom for him, you need to be your best self and only one fae could cure the need that had nestled inside of you.
Padding through your bedroom, you don’t close the door all the way, leaving a slither open to hear. You move through the sitting room, crossing the threshold into the room Eris has made his study for the past few months.
Still in your private chambers, he had the second bedroom converted to get work done while being close at the end of your pregnancy and to ensure no one save his mate disturbed him.
The room had been christened many, many times by the both of you, before and after its renovation. The last time had been at the advice of a healer, a fleeting comment you had heard early in your pregnancy.
Relations can sometimes trigger labor.
She had been right. Past your due date and exhausted, you had cornered Eris one night, begging him to help however he could.
Atlas was born within six hours.
Now you stand in his doorway, reminiscent of that night a month ago, the same needy ache deep inside you. He sat scrawling something down, some kind of correspondence to someone.
Watching him for a moment was enough to get your heart rate up, the way he held a quill enough to make you rub your thighs together.
It has been too long.
“Eris…” you whine, sending all the arousal down the bond to the male sitting before you.
“No.” You balk at his immediate rejection, the sting made even worse by his refusal to look up at you. You step further into the room, closing the door behind you.
“You don’t even know what I want. You won’t even look at me.”
“I don’t have to look at you to know what you want.”
You pout, trying to send the equivalent of stomping your foot down the bond. If he won’t even look up to call you a brat something was clearly wrong.
“So now that I’ve had your baby I’m used goods?”
You fidget with the hem of your shorts, going for meek. Anyone else would have fallen for it, but Eris took a deep inhale, putting the quill down and looking at you.
“That is not what Madja meant by no sexual intercourse.”
“It basically is. All I am is a womb,” you sigh, shaking your head to further your point. Eris grit his teeth, warmth coming off of him already.
“You’re trying to rile me up.”
“Is it working?” You ask, unable to stop the hopeful tone leaking into your question.
“A little.”
You preen in satisfaction, not even trying to carry on the ruse further. You hit him in a primal spot, that instinct to care and please your mate so hard to shake.
“Sweetheart, I know it’s hard-“ you pointedly look down towards his crotch, watching as he adjusted himself through his pants and stopped mid sentence.
“Please, I could just sit on it. You wouldn’t have to do anything, you could even keep doing work,” you interrupt, need making you impatient. He fixes you with a glare, reclining back in his seat, but stays silent.
“What? I just want you inside me. You could just undo the ties of your pants - it’s the least you can do.”
“The least I can do?”
You nod, smiling a little. “I had your baby. You can let me have your cock.”
“Are you bartering our child for sex?”
“No. I’m using him as a reason for sex. Besides, he’s so cute, we could have another one and there’s only one way to do that.”
“You need to heal.” He growls, that protective instinct flaring again at the thought of you pregnant again so soon.
“This isn’t fair. You still fucked me when I had Autumn cough. Was I sexier when I was coughing and sneezing?” You are being petulant but you don’t care.
“You have never been sexier than you are right now and I have to protect you, let you heal before I ravish you.” His voice had deepened, a deep timber that goes straight to your core.
“Promise?”
“I promise. Now stay over there, several feet away from me.” He points to his couch, picking his quill back up to go back to what he was doing.
“It’s been three weeks, Er. I miss you.”
You slowly sit down on the couch, spreading your legs wide, the flowy silk exposing just enough for your mate to see the lack of any undergarments. Leaning back in the seat, you slowly drag your hands up your thighs, delighting in the scowl now adorning Eris’s face.
“Vixen,” he hisses, neck straining as he fights to keep his attention on the papers before him. You say nothing as your middle finger slips inside your shorts, moving up and down your folds slowly. You let a moan slip out at the gentle pace, hips grinding softly against your own hand. You make yourself comfortable on his couch, slouching further into the cushions. You throw your head back, wanting to put on as much of a show for him as possible.
You can’t resist peeking, opening one of your closed eyes to look at him to find his hand already fisting his cock. Your moans must have blocked out the sound of him unfastening the ties to his pants.
No matter. You shamelessly ogle his cock, the tip red and aching, desperate for your touch.
Your ministrations stop for only a moment, long enough for you to pull your shorts off, but the effect was immediate. Eris groans at the sight, the speed you went back to touching yourself is one he was desperate to match.
“Evil female.”
You moan at the half-assed insult, delighting in your cruelty towards him. One of your hands moves up towards your breast, fingers slowly circling the peaked bud.
Your legs spread further apart, not leaving anything for him to ignore. Slipping a finger inside, you couldn’t help yourself, delighting in moaning out your mate’s name.
A growl is his only response.
You were more than happy to continue your distanced torture, but Eris moves across the room, hastily removing his shirt as he went. You do the same, throwing the silk top towards his desk. You moved on the couch, resituating, hoping to have his cock inside of you, but he pauses an inch away from you. You grind your hips against his, but he holds himself back a few inches, not even letting you rub across his cock.
“Now who’s evil?” You pout, almost getting angry at how close he is to giving you what you want.
His eyes are dark, the look he’s giving you enough to know how badly he wants you.
Eris pushes you down onto the couch, your head gently thumping against the cushion. His legs gently nudge yours spread, your body listening to the silent command. You pull your hand away from your cunt, reaching for his cock, but he grabs your wrist, putting it right back where it was.
“Keep going,” is his only direction before his face meets the crook of your neck, gently nibbling at the skin there. You press further into him, his warm chest making your nipples almost painfully hard.
Your fingers move again, circling your swollen clit. Eris holds his body a few inches from yours, but you can feel his hand fisting his cock, causing your own movements to quicken.
Eris kisses down your neck, moving to your breast, gently lapping at your nipple before beginning to suckle. You gasp, surprised at how good it feels, still not quite used to the heavy milk supply you carry.
“Er-“ a hot wave of arousal shoots down the bond, arching your back. Eris doesn’t respond, only moves to your other breast, lapping up everything he can get.
The sounds he makes are utterly filthy, filling the small room. Your fingers pick up speed, your hips bucking wildly, desperate to release what you've been holding in for weeks.
“Delicious,” he murmurs, the vibrations going straight to your core. “Your scent’s been driving me wild, all I’ve wanted was a taste.”
“Was a taste enough?”
“No.”
He drank from your breast, grinding his cock into the couch, desperate for friction. His tongue is warm as it glides around your nipple, lapping and suckling.
His thrusts into the couch make you ache for more, desperate to feel him rocking inside you. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock was on your waist, holding your hips down, keeping what little distance remained between you two.
You struggle against his hand, but he nips your breast in retaliation. Giving up, you focus instead on yourself, feeling arousal pooling in your gut. Your toes curl as you speed up, searching for that high.
The bond flowing between you two only accelerated the feeling, Eris’s own thrusts growing in speed. He was panting against you as your need crescendoed, climaxing a moment before he did, spilling his seed all over your stomach.
Panting, his head falls on your chest, his weight falling more on your body. The room was warm, heavy breathing echoing off the walls.
Okay I habitually leave requests in my inbox bc otherwise I’ll lose them but I COMPLETELY forgot about that modern gingerfucker au where she found she’s pregnant so thank you anon 🫡
I hope people have sent come cute gingerfucker verse requests 😭 im starved for that lil family of theirs
I think I have two gf requests rn. I do have plans rn for at least two gingerfucker fics for eris week - but out of those four only one includes any of the babies 😢
hi !!! i binged your gingerfuck series last night and i don't think i'll ever recover from such art- genuinely the words, the emotions the story telling ahhh geeking out so hard rn im so thankful i got to read it/experience it !!!!!! it was INCREDIBLY MAGICAL AND I DONT HAVE ENOUGH WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW OBSESSED I AM !!! ok bye now have a lovely rest of your weekkk!!! 💘💘💘
I need you to know the past few days have been so hard but this made me tear up 😭 thank you thank you thank you for the love and I hope YOU have a great week
