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honeybeefae · 7 months

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Secretly Mine (Azriel x Eris)

Eris Week Day Three: Secrets

Summary// Eris is visiting the Court of Nightmares to keep in touch with things now that he is officially High Lord of Autumn. As he mingles he is introduced to a lovely vixen who, despite Eris's resistance, takes no hints to his distaste. While Eris tries to search for a way out he catches the eye of a Shadowsinger who is none too pleased about the wandering hands touching what is his, even if in secret.

(I love Azris. If I can’t have Eris I am more than happy to have him go to Azriel. Also sub Eris is HAWT. Writing this was so much fun if you know what I mean so I hope you guys enjoy it!)

WARNINGS: Smut, Secret Relationship, Dom/Sub Dynamics

Eris had never felt more uncomfortable in his life as Keir practically shoved the young fae woman into his arms, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he not so subtly brought up the woman’s accomplishments and marriageable age.

“Such a beauty, wouldn’t you agree?” He pursed his lips. “She’s the daughter of one of the elite here. Well-read, submissive, beautiful, everything a man could wish to have.”

“Oh, you boast too much, Keir.” She faked a laugh, turning to Eris with a sly smirk. “My name is Carina and you, my lord, need no introduction.” The bow she gave him was so deep that he could see right down her dress, which he was sure was the point. “I am honored to be in the presence of such a powerful man.”

“Two powerful men, right Carina?” Keir corrected, his jaw clenched from the slight of being forgotten. She nodded quickly, a bit of fear flitting through her eyes before she turned docile once more. “Of course! You know I could never forget you and all you have done for my family, Keir.”

“And it should stay that way.” He raised his glass though his tone was anything but calculated as he bid the two of them goodbye. Eris went to turn around, hoping she was distracted, but sighed when she latched on to his arm.

“And where do you think you are going, my lord?” She purred.

“I was just going to fetch myself a drink,” Eris replied cooly, trying to pull away which only seemed to cause her to sink her claws in deeper. “Did you need something?”

“A dance if you please, before you wander off and get stolen away from me.” Carina pouted her lips. “I would love to show you my moves…” Her fingernails ran up his arm suggestively and he had to resist the urge to cringe.

He looked around for anyone to save him, desperate for an out, but found none. Eris ground his teeth and forced a smile while holding out his hand, leading her out to the floor. The music was soft as he began to sway, hating the way her body pressed against his.

If he were being honest there was only one body he wanted to be pressed against and that person was somewhere hiding in the shadows, watching his every move. He could feel the skin on the back of his neck prickle as he tuned out the woman’s mindless chatter, spinning her so that he could do a sweep of the room.

It wasn’t until his second turn around the room that he finally spotted the Shadowsinger. Azriel was lounging against a far column, his hazel eyes blazing with jealousy as Carina stroked Eris’s back while bringing him down to whisper something.

Eris could see Azriel’s jaw tighten, and could practically feel his hands around his throat as he finally broke his gaze to look at his dance partner. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“You’re hardly paying me any attention, my lord. I thought you were raised with better manners than that.” She chided, her ruby-painted lips ghosting over his ear as she cooed, “Perhaps you need a reminder of how to treat a lady. One night with me and you’ll never forget the lesson.”

“Wow, I-” Eris tried to respond, pulling back only to stumble into something hard. The smell of darkness and night air filled his nostrils as he turned to see Azriel glaring at the two of them, his jaw tight. “Azriel.”

“Eris.” He replied lowly, never taking his eyes off Carina. “My High Lord has requested an audience with you. Now.”

“Can his lordship wait? We were in the middle of-” She tried to interject but flinched back when he took a step forward, shadows curling over his scarred hands. “I’ll look for you after, Eris. Don’t keep me waiting long.”

However Azriel and Eris are already halfway across the room by the time she finishes her sentence, the anger and jealousy rolling off the Illyrian in waves as Eris holds back a whimper in his throat.

It had been so long since he had seen him. They had to keep their…whatever it was between them, secret, for obvious reasons but especially now that Eris was High Lord of Autumn. And with how busy he had been with taking over the court he had barely had time to sneak away to his favorite distraction.

They entered the hallway and Azriel gave a quick look around before he all but shoved Eris towards a small closet, ordering him quietly to ‘Get the fuck inside now.’.

As soon as the door shut behind them Eris was pressed against the cold stone wall, a tan arm pressed against his throat as Azriel pushed his hips against his. He could feel his hot, throbbing cock through his leathers and this time Eris did whimper.

“Azriel, please, let me explain.” He swallowed, mouth dry as Azriel cocked his head.

“What is there to explain? You vanish on me for weeks and then suddenly here I find you dancing in the arms of someone else, someone who was very keen on what you had to offer.” Azriel’s words were like ice as he tried to control his breathing. “By the pathetic noise you just made for me I know you still crave my cock so that little show was obviously a ploy for my attention.”

“It wasn’t! I didn’t want to dance with her, I swear, Keir-” Eris argued only to gasp when Azriel moved his arm away from his throat to grab a fistful of his long, styled mane. “Fuck, Az…”

“Look at how quickly you submit for me, prince.” He smirked, biting his bottom lip as he shoved his head back into the wall to expose his throat. “You were just dying for me to stake my claim for you in there, to fuck you in front of everyone and show them who owns you.”

Before Eris could protest Azriel had wedged his thigh between his legs, pressing up against him at just the right angle that had the redhead groaning. “You’ve got my attention, fox, what is you want?”

“You, fuck, I want you.” Eris crumbled faster than cake as his voice turned into a whine, his eyes half-lidded. “Please, Gods I’ve missed you so much. I need you, Azriel.”

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me,” Azriel tsked, lowering his mouth to his throat and grazing it with his teeth. “Come now, be a good boy and try again.”

Eris’s throat bobbed as he took a shuddering breath, feeling a wet spot forming on the front of his pants from how pent up he was as he whispered, “Please, Sir. Please touch me.”

He could feel the Shadowsinger’s lips turn up in a smirk as he whispered praises into his skin, his hand wandering up until he was palming him through his pants. Eris’s reaction was immediate, his back arching and hips rising to get more as he remained pinned against the wall.

It was torture, sweet torture, as he kept the pressure just light enough to keep his pleasure from growing as he kissed his way up the High Lord’s neck. Azriel paused over his mouth, his gaze drinking in the neediness on Eris’s face, before kissing him passionately.

The closet was too small for actual sex but that didn’t stop the two of them from grinding against each other, their tongues dancing together sensually as Eris fisted his hands in his lover’s hair. Azriel growled, pulling away to suck a deep bruise onto his neck, marking his territory before he placed a hand on Eris’s shoulder and shoved him to his knees.

“Worship me, prince. Show me how much you’ve missed me.” He purred, running his fingers through Eris’s hair as he made quick work of Azriel’s laces to free his cock. It was long and thick, dripping with precum and begging to be shoved down his throat which is exactly what Eris planned to do.

His mouth opened wide and Az wasted no time in shoving himself all the way inside, his eyes closing as the tip of his dick hit the back of his throat. Eris gagged, trying to breathe through his nose as he looked up at the God above him. Azriel’s shadows were peeking over his shoulders as his eyes practically glowed in the dim light of the room, his aura absolutely dominating as he clicked his tongue.

“Much better use for that mouth.” He taunted, gathering the long strands of hair in his hand before he started to fuck into his mouth. “You can feel free to go back to that girl after we’re done…though I doubt you’ll be able to speak after this.”

Eris tried to garble out something but Azriel wasn’t interested in what he had to say, more focused on using him to get off as his balls hit the High Lord’s chin with how hard he was going. The sounds coming from his mouth were filthy as drool leaked out the side of his lips, his hands desperately trying to free his own cock.

The musk of sex and sweat was making him dizzy as he finally got his dick out. He thanked the Mother that Azriel didn’t say anything to stop him, allowing him that small bit of pleasure as he started furiously jerking himself off. One of his hands braced itself on the Illyrian’s thigh while the other fisted his cock, squeezing tightly when he got to the top as he slobbered all over Az’s member.

“Such a desperate, pathetic little fox,” Azriel grunted, his eyebrows furrowed together. “A needy, greedy slut for this cock, for me. The only thing you’re good for is for me to use and abuse, isn’t that right?”

He pulled him off his cock for a moment, waiting for an answer, to which Eris moaned out, “Yes Sir.”

“Gods, your mouth was made for sucking cock.” Az growled as he shoved himself back in his mouth, throwing his head back as he felt the first tingles of his approaching orgasm creeping up his spine. “What would that woman think if she saw you like this, hm? Saw you on your knees for me, the Spymaster of the Night Court?”

The thought of others seeing him like this made him feel shamefully more excited as he stroked himself faster, his moans vibrating around his lover’s dick which only added to his pleasure.

“You love the thought of that, don’t you? Imagine if we didn’t have to hide. If I could just take you wherever, whenever I wanted.” The Shadowsinger sped up as image after image flooded his brain. “In the courtyard, on your throne, on the dining table, I would fuck you so much that there wouldn’t be an inch of your body that wasn’t covered in my cum.”

“Please, please, please,” Eris wailed around him, his eyes rolling back into his head as he suddenly found himself on the edge of bliss. “I want it, I want it so bad, Sir.”

“You know the rules, prince.” He reprimanded, tightening his grasp.

Eris blinked away tears as he focused all his attention on making Azriel cum, knowing that as soon as he came Eirs could as well. His tongue toyed with the underside of his cock every time it slid in, his throat constricting around him while his hand went up to fondle his heavy balls.

Azriel’s hips started to stutter as he slammed his cock all the way into his throat, ignoring his gasps for breath as he growled loudly and emptied himself into his mouth. Eris swallowed like the good boy he was, drinking it down like wine as he went back to playing with himself.

It didn’t take Eris long to find his own release as Az pulled his softening cock from his throat, his cum dribbling out of his mouth as Eris threw his head back and moaned deeply with each spurt of cum that came out his cock.

Both of them were breathing heavily, a small pool of cum staining the floor as Eris closed his eyes and sagged to the ground.

“I’ll give you a moment to rest, High Lord, before we go back out there,” Azriel smirked, tucking himself back into his pants as he crouched down and caught some of his own cum trickling out the side of his mouth. “I suggest you make a quick excuse to leave and meet me in my chambers within the hour lest you let everyone smell cum on your tongue.”

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oneshotnewbie · 6 months

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What if Maya had been secretly working on learning Italian. When Carina gives birth to there first kid, Maya’s first words to them are in Italian and Carina can’t believe it.

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It was a quiet afternoon as Maya sat on the sofa in the cozy living room, staring intently at her laptop. The room is lit only by a soft lamplight, illuminating the desk, which was completely cluttered. On the coffee table lay stacks of new books and smeared notes covered with various scraggly characters. Soft and gentle sounds of a language learning program played in the background.

Maya repeated words out loud, trying to imitate the sound of the language as she stared at the screen with a determined expression on her face. The blonde mumbled syllables and phrases under her breath as she used her laptop's keyboard to write down the new vocabulary. Sentences in Italian appeared on the screen and she diligently tried to translate them carefully into English while taking her notes and underlining important words. She marked difficult passages in the textbook precisly while studying the new grammar rules closely.

Maya reached for a dictionary near her thigh and searched for unfamiliar terms to further encourage herself. With a pen between her nose and upper lips, she flips through the pages, reading definitions and trying to understand the meanings. With little dog-ears on the pages, she closes the book back together to return to these words later.

After about two hours of practice, she tiredly looked at the clock and sighed contentedly. It is obvious that she has already put a lot of time and effort into her own language teaching, as she was now able to successfully pronounce several complete sentences. Maya smiled slightly, proud of her weekly progress, before focusing back on her lessons after a quick stretch and another cup of coffee.

More keyboard clicking into a new lesson, the rustling of pages and the muffled voice of the man from the language program fills the truncated silence of learning. Maya was determined to deepen her knowledge as she continued her secret study session, anticipating the surprise of using her wife's learned language for the first time.

The blonde continued to leaf through her solution book, comparing her own notes with the printed information. More hours passed and the clock on the shelf already showed midnight; in six hours she had to go back to work and with a satisfied smile she closed the laptop, stowed the books safely and hidden in a corner where she knew Carina would not accidentally look in. Maya was determined to master this language by her daughter's due date. She was proud of herself that she had learned a lot and was well on her way to mastering her newly acquired language skills.

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The sterile atmosphere of the delivery room filled with excitement and a soft glow as Carina lay exhausted but overjoyed on the hospital bed, holding her first newborn peacefully in her embrace, the little girl's tiny fingers wrapped tightly around her index finger. The Italian woman's face was still marked by the exertions of childbirth while she smiled lovingly down on the little face and felt a familiar warmth in her heart.

Maya stood next to the bed at her wife's side, overwhelmed by the birth, the beauty of the moment and the love that pulsed between the three ladies. It was her first child and her first birth that she had experienced live and the emotions overwhelmed her. The blonde never expected that she would ever experience a moment like this in her life.

She lowered her head and gently kissed her baby's forehead several times, whispering quietly but clearly a the first words in Italian to the little creature. "Sei bella quanto tua madre,“ (You are as beautiful as your mother). Carina, still exhausted and overwhelmed by the rigors of childbirth, widened her eyes in surprise when she heard the words. It was as if time stood still for a moment. Placing her index and middle fingers under the blonde's chin, the brunette tried to catch her gaze. The words her wife uttered were so familiar but at the same time so unexpected that the strain of childbirth made it difficult for her to comprehend what had just happened. „Sei il regalo più bello che la vita ci abbia mai fatto." (You are the best gift life has ever given us)

She did not know that Maya had been keeping it a secret from her that she had been secretly learning her language over the past few months. She had tirelessly poured over books and studied Carina's native language to ensure that she had a good command of the language to begin with. She had done all of this to make this special event even more meaningful.

"That was Italian, bambina," Carina whispered, looking wearily at Maya, her eyes bright with excitement. Tears of emotion gathered in the brunette's eyes as she looked at her wife, could not believe how much love and devotion went into this small gesture. „You know my native language?" she asked in a shaky voice and the blonde simply nodded with a loving smile on her face.

"Yes, I learned it to create a better connection with you and our child,“ Maya sat carefully on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the baby's tiny cheek before lovingly taking her away from Carina and into her own arms. "I wanted our child to know your culture from an early age and I also wanted you to know how much I love you."

Carina smiled through the tears that were streaming down her red cheeks and placed her hand on the firefighter's arm, gently stroking it up and down. She didn't know what to say. She was at a loss for words as she heard clear devotion in the younger woman's voice. "I love you so much. You are incredible, you know that?"

The blonde smiled back and gently squeezed her beloved wife's hand. "We are a family now and I will do everything in my power to strengthen our love and happiness. Come what may."

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