#alpha!Rhys

[themusingsofacurlyhairednerd]

Desperation

Content Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, SMUT (Minors DNI), Dirty Talk, Needy!Rhys, Possessive Behavior, Knotting.

Based on this conversation @thatonebookg1rl and I were having about Needy Alpha!Rhys

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You’re going to kill him.

Keys fly from your hand, clanging in the little clay dish you’d made months ago as you toss them in with a huff. Your jacket comes off next, fabric nearly tearing as you toss it, not bothering to see if it catches on the hook of the coat rack. That insufferable bastard of a mate has been blasting the dirtiest, horniest, things imaginable down the damn bond all day, completely irreverent to the fact that you’d been on a mission with Az! It had started almost immediately after you'd left this morning, just before sunrise, cloaked in black leathers for a stealth mission into the Human Lands. The Alpha had whimpered down the bond that you weren’t home, pouting and whispering all the things had dreamt of doing to you. 

Azriel, thank the Gods, had only quirked an eyebrow at you when he’d noticed the change in scent. 

Only a promise to be back soon had quelled your mate’s incessant pleading for you to come home, at least for a good couple hours. You’d been perched precariously on the palace rooftop, listening to a conversation through an open window when the mental pathway between you and your mate had flown open and a thousand dirty images blasted against your shields. You’d nearly tumbled off the roof for one thing! And the distraction had caused you to miss the key piece of intel you were waiting all day for, for another. 

You toe off your boots with a huff, as an image of you riding your mate, nails scraping down his sweat slick chest drags itself back through your consciousness. This seems to be his favorite card to play today. 

The squeak of the worn springs of the mattress in your room echoes off the walls as you climb the stairs, ready to give the belligerent Alpha a piece of your mind. If he thinks you’re going to have sex after this he’s sorely mistaken. The fact that he’s still in bed only makes your mood worsen; does he really think he can fuck up one of your most important missions to date and just have you jump right back into bed with him?

Your teeth are flashing as you push the door open. “You have some fucking nerve-” you start, but the sight before you makes the words catch in your throat. 

Rhys had thrown open the windows sometime earlier, letting in a harsh winter breeze that has done nothing to offset the heavy sheen of sweat clinging to his bronze skin. He’s always slept naked, that’s exactly how you’d left him this morning, but the sheets tangle around his legs and waist now, like he’s been thrashing around for hours. The heavy scent in the air, clawing its way up your nose and into your lungs--musky and salty with the underlying hint of citrus and jasmine that always pulls you in like a moth to flame--tells you he has been doing just that for hours. Because he hasn’t been in a mood because we woke to find you gone, but because he woke to an early rut.

You shut the door gently behind you as you step slowly towards the bed. His eyes open slowly, a groan tearing its way out his throat. 

“‘Mega,” he whimpers.

Damn you, but that always hits you low in your stomach; makes a little shiver run up your spine as your base instincts flare to life. ‘Cause for all your fire, you are still his omega. And those instincts will win out 9 out of 10 times. 

“You should have told me, I would have come home earlier,” you chastise.

His eyes are so dark there’s only the thinnest ring of violet. “‘M sorry,” his voice is a deep rumble in his chest, deliciously smooth as it floats past his lips. “We needed this mission to work out, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”

You get one knee on the edge of the bed before he pounces, strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down on top of his chest as he crashes his lips against yours. It's all tongue and teeth, hours worth of desperation making it by far the messiest kiss you’ve ever shared. His heartbeat is a statico against your palm as you catch yourself on his heaving chest, a whimper crawling its way out his throat.

He usually syncs up with your heat, but you still have a couple weeks until then, whatever triggered it hit him hard and fast.

“I was so close, Rhys,” you say, trying to pull away to catch your breath. His reasoning is understandable, you know he couldn’t help it, but that doesn’t change your disappointment in the situation. 

His hands tangle in your hair, pulling you back with a growl you know isn’t intentional. The fire beneath his skin can only be quelled with your touch, your kiss; it’s always a heady understanding to know that only your body can get him like this, only yours can provide him the relief he needs. 

Plump lips drag over yours, damp and hungry and every kiss feels like he’s trying to meld himself into your body. The sheats, tangled around him as they are, aren’t enough to hide just how hard he is as he rocks his hips into yours. Violet eyes squeeze shut, trying to not lose himself to even the faintest shred of relief he gets from the friction. 

“Need you,” he groans. “Make it up to you later, I promise.”

He might say just about anything to be inside you right now and you know it, but you’ll hold him to it once he comes out of this, once his head is clear.

“Yes, you will.”

He rocks his hips upward, hands leaving your hair to hold your hips and drag you down the hard length of him. The heat of his body seeps through your leathers, core tightening against the added stimulation. 

“Please,” the words tear out of him in a hoarse whisper. “Feel so good. Need you, please, ‘mega.”

You plant your palm in the center of his tattooed chest, pushing his sweat slicked body back into the mattress, intentionally giving your hips a roll. His eyes nearly roll back into his head at your movements and you take the opportunity to use your other hand to work on the ties of your chestpiece. 

The leathers get tossed somewhere behind you as you lean over him, brushing your chest against his on the way to place a gentle kiss on his plush, pink lips. Gods he’s already so flushed and you haven’t even done anything to him, lips kiss swollen, cheeks dusted pink from the heat. 

“Don’t tease,” he begs. 

You laugh against his mouth, “I’ll remember this during my heat, Rhysand.”

“It was one time,” he protests. “Just needed a little taste of you first.”

You trail your nose over his chin, taking in his scent on the way to the claiming mark you’d left on his throat, the skin no longer pink and swollen like it had been in the early days, because as soon as you’d had permission to claim him, you’d made sure to sink your teeth in over and over again, so everyone would know that this Alpha was yours. You lave your tongue over the scar and the bond ripples with such desperate need you think you might be able to make him cum just like this. 

The next roll of your hips has his hands jumping off your body to fist the sheets, nearly tearing through the mattress pad as his whole body arches into you with a groan that rattles the windows. 

“Poor, Alpha,” you coo into his neck, teeth lightly scraping against the scar and his full body shudders beneath you. “Left all alone all day, nothing to fuck into.”

With a growl, he flips you over onto your back, teeth clashing as he goes in for another desperate kiss.

You laugh despite the heat building between your legs. Your body preens under the attention, under his heady scent that now covers you. “Tell me,” you whisper in his ear, hands trailing down his shoulders and back. 

One of his hands desperately fumbles with the ties on your pants, the other keeps him balanced against the headboard. His chest heaves like he can’t get enough air, maybe he could if he didn’t keep diving in for kiss after deeper kiss. 

“Did you touch yourself to thoughts of me, while I was gone?”

He literally rips your pants trying to get them off you in a rush. “No.”

You shift your hips and spread your legs with a grin; there are few greater gifts than watching a male this feral get absolutely enraptured with the sight of your dripping core. He runs his tongue over his lips, debating if he has the resolve to taste you first. 

You know he doesn’t. His hard and aching against his abdomen, tip absolutely dripping with pre-cum. He’ll be lucky if he doesn’t knot you on the first thrust. 

“Didn’t-” he shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but you know he’s already so far gone he’s going to struggle to even form a sentence. 

You didn’t agree to not tease him, which very well could mean you’ll find yourself in the opposite position come your heat, but you can’t help it. You love it when he’s this wild; when there’s absolutely nothing that can hold him back. You drag a finger between your legs, parting yourself further for him to see. All trace of violet disappears completely from his eyes. 

“Didn’t want anything but you,” he rasps.

“You have me,” you promise and the words are barely out before he pounces. 

It’s your turn to groan, to gasp and whimper as he slides himself into the hilt in one hard thrust. Your nails card down the sharp contours of his spine hard enough to leave marks, but it only makes him nip at the scar on your own throat in earnest. 

He’s everywhere, kissing and nipping and whimpering how good you feel in your ear until the heat of his skin seeps into yours. It becomes impossible to tell where you end and he begins as he rocks impossibly deeper into you, stars swirling across your vision. 

“Love you so much,” he murmurs into your throat. “Take me so well. So perfect. Made just for me.” 

The swell of his knot comes as quickly as you anticipated it would, but even knowing it would be quick doesn’t prepare you for the feeling of it catching inside you. Doesn’t matter how many times he’s filled you, nothing feels like the white hot pleasure that shoots so hard and fast up our spine your vision blurs, body arching off the bed. Nonsense and noises you have no control over slip past your lips, whispered into his claiming mark as you bury your head in his shoulder and whisper his name amid the white noise bouncing around your skull. This only spurs him further, rocking his hips harder, teeth scratching against your shoulder as he ensures his knot fully takes.

His breath is as hot as his body as he pants and murmurs into your skin. “Just like that, love. Gonna fill you up nice and full, yeah?”

The bed creaks and groans as the headboard strikes the wall over and over again. You’re grateful you don’t have neighbors. Or a landlord to complain about the paint the movement is chipping off the wall. 

“Take me so well,” he praises, fingers trailing down your body to find that perfect spot between your legs. He knows, like he always does, that you’re not as close to the edge as you should be, that he’s going to finish first and you’re too nice to mention it, too focused on letting him find the relief he needs in your body.

Rhys grunts, teeth clamping down harder on your shoulder as his thrusts get sloppier, harder. “Come with me,” he begs, voice desperate, holding back best he can.

You roll your hips instead, clenching tighter around his knot as it fully locks in place, sending him careening over the edge with a shout, body jerking forward so fast the headboard slams into the wall and cracks. He shudders as he spills over and over again, body trembling atop yours and you make the same soothing noises he makes to you in your heat as your card your fingers through his damp hair. 

“Fuck,” he whimpers into your skin.

Your body feels like a livewire beneath him, every nerve still on edge from your own lack of release. It will cool eventually, you’re content knowing that you’d taken care of your Alpha. It’s enough, at least, for you.

“You didn’t finish,” he growls, lips still pressed into your throat, trying to calm himself with your scent. His temperature has only gone down a little, cock still semi-hard where he’s locked inside your dripping core. There will be plenty of time to rectify the situation. One missed orgasm won’t kill you.

It might just kill him though.

With a grunt, he rolls you both back over, so you’re now on top. The new angle has the swell of his knot brushing up against your cervix, his release dripping down your thighs and over his waist. 

Your eyes roll back into your skull, nails digging into the hard muscle of his pectorals to try and ground yourself. “‘M fine. Wanted…” shit you’re so close, that glorious edge rising back up to meet you in a rush. “Wanted to take care of you.”

Deft fingers slide through the mess between your legs, circling your clit with skilled precision. “Unacceptable,” he snarls. “I’m your Alpha, I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Your hips roll on their own accord, chasing the friction, even as it draws a hiss of pain from him. He’s hardening again by the second, knot spasming inside your tight heat. You wonder, distantly, if you can make him cum a second time just from the stimulation alone. 

The hand not between your legs grabs your chin and tilts your head down to look at him. 

“It’s ok, really, Rhys-”

“I’ve waited all day to hear you make those pretty sounds for me,” he interjects. “To watch the way your eyes roll back when I hit that spot you like.” Despite the over-stimulation he feels, despite the way his teeth clench with the movement, he plants himself firmly against the mattress and shifts his hips so he can do just that. 

Your nails scratch down his chest inadvertently, the coil in your stomach tight as a bowstring. There’s no stopping the moan that tears itself out your throat. 

“I have tried to keep myself occupied all morning, imagining all the ways I could please you, all the ways I want to fill you up. It has been agony, waiting, but do you know what has been the worst torture?” The hand gripping your chin drags down your body to give your nipple a squeeze. 

It’s too much stimulation at once, his knot, so swollen and hot trying to bully it’s way deeper inside you, fingers swirling and tugging in motions that make stars blur across your vision, and the faintest flash of pain before he leans over to cool the sting with his tongue around your nipple. You’re not totally sure how you lost your control here, how, despite the rut taking over, he’s still managed to focus on you and your pleasure. Cauldron knows you’ve never had that clear a mind during your heats. 

“Not having the satisfaction of feeling you fall apart all over my cock.”

That does you in, release tearing through you like water tearing through a damn. 

The bastard chuckles as he releases your nipple with a pop and you fall against his damp chest to catch your breath. “That’s better.” His hands soothe down your back, once again the attentive, gentle Alpha only you get to know. 

The day’s disappointment falls away as you cling to each other, the bond humming with approval. 

“Feel better now?” You ask as the aftershocks subside. The answer is pretty obvious, considering how hard he is inside you again, but you ask anyway.

His breath is warm on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers in your ear, “I’m just getting started, Darling. We have all day to make up for.”

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Labyrinth: Claws

C2 | C3: Claws | C4

Alpha!Feysand x Omega!Reader - A Backrooms AU

series masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | AO3 link

Summary: You attempt an escape that doesn't go quite to plan.

Warnings: moderately serious injury, horror elements, omegaverse, dub-con bathing + wound care (lemme know if I missed something)

Words: ~3.8k

Author's Note: I hope you guys like this one!! I had so much fun writing it, I've really been loving working on this series. Lemme know what you think! Can you guess what's happening towards the end of the chapter? 🤭

18+ only pls

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Being nestled between two people was not how you’d expected to wake up, but then again, life the past few days had been anything but expected.

You managed to slowly wiggle your way out from between them - Rhys and Feyre, your mind supplied - without waking them, careful not to rub your palms on the furs below you. Once you were free of them, you stood and assessed your body.

Your feet were still sore, but not nearly as bad as the last time you’d been standing, and paired with the soft leather socks, you were certain that you could make it a good distance away from here before they started to ache terribly. The pain in your knees was nearly gone now, and when you gave them a quick glance, the skin was mostly healed already - a far cry from how they’d looked the last time you set eyes on them. The scrapes on your hands were only patches of pink, raw skin now, stiff but able to grab the doorknob that would lead you to freedom.

As you carefully opened the one door in the room, you risked a look back at the sleeping couple, the empty space between them sending a pang of… something to your heart. You turned away from them and to the room that lay before you, shutting the door behind you as quietly as you could. The same yellow walls greeted you, though this room had five doors, six if you included the one that you had passed through.

It was furnished well, with couches covered in furs and a low table between them in front of you, as well as a large wooden dining table with matching chairs and a nicely sized kitchen towards your right. Four of the doors in front of you were slightly cracked, with only one being closed completely.

Surely they would be more likely to close the door that leads to the rest of this place, right? You thought to yourself as you snuck towards the closed door, over to your left. The door swung openly silently, and you shut it slowly before looking into the hallways before you.

There were three paths that you could take. Three identical, endless hallways.

Seeing as you had no idea which direction they’d brought you from, you also had no idea which direction might lead out of here. A sigh left your lips, and you began walking to your right.

The hallways were the same as they had been before you’d been abducted, yellow walls with concrete floors, though as you went further from the relative safety you’d been in, more decay began showing in your surroundings. The concrete grew rougher, and cracks appeared in the wallpaper, whose color you knew would make you sick for the rest of your life, if you ever escaped from here.

With the state of the floors, you were grateful for the soft socks on your feet, though you did feel the tiniest bit bad for taking them with you, likely for them to be ruined by your journey. Your soft fur dress was a welcome comfort as well, its hem falling to your knees and sleeves reaching halfway down your forearms, keeping you much warmer from the chill of the hallways than your skimpy party dress had.

You were sad that you hadn’t looked for your heels, or something else that you would be able to use as a weapon if the situation called for it, but you’d had a feeling that taking any extra time in the couple’s den would have lead to you getting caught by them.

As it was, you carried on at a steady pace, though you knew you were still weakened from your previous days of having no food or water.

Water.

Oh, you would miss having water. But being free? That was far more important.

You took whatever turns you could in an effort to not be found by Feyre or Rhys, though you had a strange feeling on the back of your neck already, like you were being watched. Resisting the urge to look behind you, you trudged onwards, nose wrinkling when your stomach growled loudly.

Maybe you would stumble across something to eat soon, some berries that wouldn’t turn to ash the moment you touched them.

The hallways stretched on endlessly in all directions, each one so similar to the last that you thought you may be going in circles, if not for your newest discovery.

In front of you was a courtyard - well, below you was a courtyard, a large grassy area in the shape of a square, with a concrete pathway running through it diagonally. While the sight may have comforted you if you were able to run your fingers through the soft greenery, it had the opposite effect from where you were standing.

Ten stories above it.

All hope you had of finding your way out of here vanished with the sight, cold dread slithering down your spine. There was no way that you had merely tripped and fallen through a door in a drunken haze, even if you had disregarded the life you’d encountered in your time here.

But that left the question: Where were you?

You pulled your arms in around your waist in an effort to comfort yourself, with little effect. A few calming breaths later, you started on your way again, though at this point, you weren’t sure what the point was.

Maybe… Maybe if you tripped into here, you could trip out again?

But that would require you falling, and if you were going to get any more distance between you and the mysterious couple, you couldn’t afford to get hurt again.

You tossed your head back and let out a long sigh, resolving to try your theory once you felt you had walked far enough. But for now, you would keep walking at a steady pace and take whichever turns looked most promising.

Yellow hallway after yellow hallway, and with each one you passed through you felt the sensation on the back of your neck grow, a shiver running down your spine.

You’d been walking for at least an hour now, maybe two, and the feeling had grown to a gnawing in the back of your head, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer, especially not when you heard a scratching noise somewhere behind you, your head turning to look over your shoulder.

And then you broke into a run, a scream leaving your lips after your brain processed that behind you was another Attor, its mouth opening to let out a metallic roar that had your ears ringing.

No thoughts were in your head as you took the next corner, your feet screaming as the rough concrete poked through the leather on them. All you needed was to be safe, that’s all.

You risked a glance back at the decaying monster, your head getting light when you saw that the Attor had gotten closer, its bone white claws gleaming under the fluorescent lighting.

Ahead of you was a large room, yellow pillars placed randomly throughout it, with a hallway branching off from each wall. There was the slightest possibility that you could outrun the monster, or find a pillar to hide behind until it left.

But just as you passed the first pillar, the Attor had pinned you to it, deathly claws sinking into both sides of your waist. You let out a scream, white-hot heat spreading through your torso where your skin was pierced, your body twitching involuntarily and causing pain to lance through your sides.

The creature let out another roar, and your head was spinning as it leaned in. “Oh, she will be very pleased with me,” it cackled, its rancid breath washing over you. “She hasn’t had an omega in years.”

You didn’t have any space in your head left to think about what the Attor meant, not with the pain overtaking your every thought, the sight of the razor-sharp fangs in the beast’s mouth, so close to your vulnerable everything.

But suddenly its claws were tearing through you from left to right, leaving you altogether a moment later, and you sunk to the ground, clutching your sides as you moaned in pain.

A black mass shot past you and into the Attor, and as you turned your head to your right, you saw Rhys, flying towards you with his massive wings and black smoke gathered around him. The sight would have terrified you, if not for the way your sides and stomach were aching, hot blood seeping out of your wounds and soaking your torn dress. He flew past you in an instant, slamming into the Attor, who howled in pain in its metallic voice.

Your vision started to spin as you leaned back against the column behind you, heavy breaths leaving you as your eyelids grew heavy.

Cool hands met your cheeks, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with worried blue-grey ones. She took in a sharp breath when her eyes drifted down, landing on the torn sides of your dress, the blood seeping down you.

“I’ll have you patched up in no time, love, just stay still,” Feyre soothed, her hands lowering to your sides and gripping your waist and stomach gently, staying even when you hissed in pain. A soft glow came from her hands, and you felt a hot, itching sensation where your skin was torn. “There we go, that’ll keep you from bleeding much more until we’re back.” Feyre pushed herself up, then leaned down to scoop you into her arms with ease.

She began walking not a moment later, leading you away from the horrific noises the Attor was making as Rhys tore it apart, his dark laughter drifting after you through the hallways.

Once they were out of sight, you sniffled as the terror of your situation sunk in, how you had nearly died, and would have if not for Rhys and Feyre finding you. Without thinking, you buried your face in Feyre’s neck, taking in deep breaths of lilac and pear, the smell settling the fear in you to a quiet buzz in the back of your mind.

“I’ll save the lecture for when we’re safe, omega, just close your eyes, okay?”

You whimpered in her hold, but did as she asked without question. It was… More pleasant than you’d expected, being carried in her arms and pretending this was normal.

It took a tiny fraction of the time for Feyre to carry you back to their den that it had taken you to walk the distance, making you question just what the hell are these people?

She swung a door open and took you inside, revealing the large room that you had exited from earlier, two men, winged like Rhys, sitting on one of the couches.

Their eyes snapped to the two of you, grins spreading across their lips. “Find the stray omega, hm?” One of them asked in a playful tone, to which Feyre merely growled in response, setting you on edge as she quickly brought you into the room she and Rhys shared.

Feyre set you on your feet gingerly, her hands steadying you by the shoulders when you swayed for a moment. You heard a whistle, and saw the two men standing in the doorway, staring at you in your ripped up dress. Feyre growled once more before slamming the door shut in their faces, turning to you with fire in her eyes.

It cooled in a instant, when she saw the fear in your eyes as you shivered in the cool air, soaked in your own blood.

“Oh, darling, let’s get you into the bath,” Feyre cooed, taking charge and stripping the dress off of you and tossing it into the bucket next to the bathtub. You held your hands to your chest in an attempt to preserve your modesty, whatever amount of it you still had left at this point. Rushing water sounded behind you, and when you turned, the tub was completely filled with steaming hot water.

How, you had no clue.

Feyre attempted to nudge you into the bath, and after you refused to budge she simply sighed and lifted you by your underarms over the lip of the tub and into the water, your feet stinging painfully when they broke the surface.

You whimpered as she gently pushed you down into the water, the stinging even worse on your still somewhat open cuts along your abdomen. “I know, ‘mega, but they need to be cleaned before I do anything else to them,” Feyre murmured as she grabbed a cloth and a small bar of soap. She scrunched her eyebrows together when you tried to move out of her reach, holding your hands out to take the items from her. “Just stay still, I will be bathing you today, Y/N.”

“Why?” You whispered as she gently worked the cloth over the streaks of blood that were stubbornly clinging to your skin, the water turning a light pink as she did so.

“Because you’re my omega, and you got hurt,” Feyre admitted. “I just need to take care of you now, so stop fighting me,” she commanded you gently, your movements stilling.

You let her finish washing you, cheeks flaming when she cleaned your breasts and lower half, though she did keep her touch light. Not that that changed much.

Rhys burst through the door as Feyre was drying off with a soft fur, your hands coming to clutch at it and hide your body from him. He let out a sigh when he saw you, his shoulders and wings relaxing as he turned to shut the door behind him.

You, however, tensed up at how he looked now - his leather clothing, skin, and wings coated in a thick grey substance, one that you had a feeling belonged to the Attor that he had been destroying while Feyre carried you away.

“I’m glad to see that you’re mostly fine now, darling, but if you pull a stunt like that again?” Rhys asked, deadly serious as he stood in front of you. “You will not like the consequences. Am I understood, omega?” It was impossible to keep from nodding your head under the weight of his stare, but the smile he gave you after had the pressure lifting from your chest a moment later. “Good, now let Feyre take care of your wounds while I get this gunk off of me.”

Feyre dressed you in a thin set of knit fur underwear, then guided you down onto the mound of furs you had slept on earlier. She grabbed the wooden jar they had gotten the salve from last night, her face disapproving when she turned back to see your legs pulled to your chest, preventing her from looking at your wounds.

The two of you struggled quietly while Rhys bathed, with Feyre managing to get salve on your re-injured feet, and a new pair of thin leather socks slipped over them.

Water splashing drew your eyes to the bathtub, giving you a good look at Rhys’s naked form. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you looked away from him and back to Feyre, who had a knowing smile on her face as she watched you.

“Rhys, would you help me with her? She’s being very stubborn,” Feyre chirped happily, grinning when Rhys came over, picked you up, and sat down where you had been, settling you onto his lap.

His naked lap.

You fought the urge to wiggle in his hold, knowing that you did not want any consequences from… that.

Rhys chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you as he wrapped his arms around your chest, just above the cuts across your abdomen. “Go ahead, darling, I have a feeling she’ll stay still enough for you now.”

Feyre shared a smile with him as she set to work, her hands applying the cool salve to your broken skin gently.

Rhys kept himself occupied with your neck, his mouth switching between placing soft kisses along its expanse and hovering over the skin, just to take in deep lungfuls of your scent. Halfway through Feyre’s work a rumble came from Rhys’s chest, the vibrations making your body go pleasantly limp in his hold.

By the time Feyre stopped you were feeling sleepy and safe, which was weird considering the situation, but you weren’t about to turn away comfort at this point. You must have closed your eyes, because next thing you knew, Rhys was helping Feyre shimmy a different dress down your torso, loose enough to sleep comfortably in.

But then Rhys had you tucked against his chest against, one arm looped around your abdomen, his free hand idly stroking a pattern over your thigh.

“Open your mouth, love,” Rhys coaxed you, and your lips wrapped around the cool edge of a mug, water trickling down your throat. You opened your eyes to see Feyre holding said mug to your mouth, a gentle smile on her lips and her eyes softened.

“So good for us, Y/N,” Feyre cooed as she took the mug away once you’d emptied it, setting it next to the dish of food that she had, apparently, gone to grab. “Will you eat a bit before you sleep again, love? Since you lost so much blood, it would be the best choice.”

Between your rumbling stomach and her hopefully look, you were more than willing to let them feed you once more, especially if it meant you could get some sleep afterwards.

She slowly fed you a bowl of soup, though how they had meat here, you weren’t sure. But it tasted normal enough, and between it and another mug of water, you were absolutely stuffed by the time Feyre took the dishes over to the small kitchen on the far side of the room, while Rhys took the opportunity to slide down into a laying position, slowly rolling to place you on your side without hurting your wounds.

Feyre rejoined you a few moments later, now bare of her previous clothing as she laid down facing you, and both her and Rhys began pulling furs over the three of you, trapping in a wonderful amount of body heat. Paired with one of Rhys’s wings blocking out the light again, you were lucky to be awake for more than a minute, a wide yawn parting your lips as you settled in fully.

“Good omega, that’s it,” Rhys murmured in your ear as your breathing began to even out, one of his arms reaching over you to pull Feyre closer to both of you.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care that you were nestled between two naked mostly-strangers, not right now, when their lovely scents were mingling around you, their combined warmth cocooning you so wonderfully.

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When you woke, it was to an empty bed.

Which normally wouldn’t be a cause for concern.

But here? With what you’d gone through so recently? Being alone was hardly a good thing for you.

And it didn’t help that you were feeling restless, like something was wrong. So… It couldn’t hurt to check the other room, just to make sure that someone is still around?

You did just that, shimmying out from under the pile of furs that were covering you, leaving them behind even as you shivered in the cool air, mind set on finding someone.

The door opened silently, and you were met with the sight of Rhys sitting on a couch, shirtless but with a large, plush looking fur draped over his lap. Across from him on the other couch were the two other winged men you had seen before falling asleep, but you paid them no mind.

No, your body guided you to what you were needing, your feet taking you directly to where Rhys was sitting.

He looked at you, mouth parting as if to scold you, before you threw yourself onto his lap, your legs bending so that you were straddling him, your arms wrapped tightly around his back. In the next moment you had buried your face in his neck, breathing in the heavenly citrus and sea scent rolling off of him.

Your abdomen ached mildly as you pressed yourself against him, but that was nothing compared to the ache you felt when his arms didn’t immediately wrap around you, though you knew that was an insane thought.

You whined into the skin of his neck, huffing satisfactorily when he pulled you into him more tightly, his own face burying in your neck.

He pulled away quickly, though, causing tears to build in your eyes. Rhys gave you a sympathetic look before he lifted you up slightly to pull the fur from beneath you, letting it drape over you as his arm guided you back into his chest.

That was nicer.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were mostly comfortable as you went back to your previous position, enjoying the soft kisses Rhys was giving your neck as he talked with the other two, their words slipping in one ear and out the other.

The only thing that might make this better…

You yawned widely against Rhys’s neck. You weren’t sure what would make this better, but you would know it when you saw it.

So when you turned your head at the sound of a door shutting to see Feyre, you let out a loud whine from your spot in Rhys’s arms, drawing her attention instantly.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of you in his arms, and she made her way over to you quickly. “Awe, is our little omega sweetening up?” She cooed as she slid under the fur and right up to your and Rhys’s sides, one gentle hand coming to cup your cheek. “You just needed a bath and a warm meal, hm?” She asked playfully before leaning in to press her lips to your cheek.

You were, surprisingly, breathless when she pulled away, your heartbeat quickening as you tried to scoot closer to her without losing any contact with Rhys. When you couldn’t, a soft cry left your lips, to which Feyre and Rhys both shushed you quietly. Feyre managed to position herself so her head was near yours, and one arm was halfway over you - as close as she could get how you were laying, and right now you were unwilling to move any further than moving your left arm from wrapping around Rhys to wrapping around Feyre.

You heard one of the other men say something, but it didn’t register as you let yourself relax into the two of them, especially once Rhys made his chest rumble again, soothing you straight to sleep again.

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Desperately Desired

Pairing: (sort of) Alpha!Eddie Diaz x Omega!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: Alright look. I don’t- I don’t know how this happened or where I’m going with it (currently still writing) but okay yeah it just. Eddie and readers relationship is n e w and he’s not used to heats okay THAT’LL JUST BE THE SHITTY EXPLANATION AS TO WHY HE DID NOT REALIZE SOONER. I don’t know what I’m doing okay it’s NEW TO ME TOO

P.S you know I hate how short this is but I literally surprised myself mid writing okay. I didn’t see this coming.

Eddie didn’t know what the hell had gotten into you. 

He was absolutely in no way complaining, but you’d been putting him through it lately and a man only had so much stamina after work. Of course, he was legendary, and you’d matched up pretty evenly… but lately, you just seemed a little… how would he put it?

Unhinged? Desperate? Downright pathetic?

And he meant that in the sweetest way, honestly he did. He’s busy changing the laundry as he daydreams about it on his day off because he likes when you get this way, he likes when you’re blissed out on his cock as he thrusts in and out slowly, the slick, lewd, sound of your pussy as he pumps in out always gets him going. 

But lately, you’d been hornier than normal. As he carries the basket back into the bedroom he’s a bit worried when you’re not there, because he’d deliberately told you it was time to take a nap after the last few rounds. 

He sets the basket on the bed, grumbling as he turns around to go find your ass. 

“I tell this girl one damn thing and she can’t do it unless I’ve got my cock in-“ 

You’re standing in the doorway, your arm stretching up and elongating your figure. You bite the peach in your hand and he watches the juices drip down onto your chest. He gulps and completely loses his composure for a minute there, staring as it runs between the plush, golden, valley of your breasts. You seem… shinier? More alluring? He can’t put his finger on it but fuck does he want to 

He’s on his knees in front of you faster than you can even blink, licking the juices clean and you moan softly, letting the fruit fall from your hand. 

“I thought I told you to take a nap” He mumbles against your skin, catching the peach before it hits the floor and taking a bite himself. 

You stare at him, your pupils blown wide, a soft, dazed look on your face. 

“I got hungry” You mutter, reaching forward and stroking your fingers through his hair. He hadn’t said it as firmly as he should have so he’s not surprised you left bed.

He gets up, picking you up with him. A deep growl resonates through his chest as you wrap your legs around his waist and roll your hips teasingly. 

“You look exhausted” he hums quietly, giving you a worried look as he carries you over to the bed “Kinda pale, a bit sickly if I’m honest” he finishes as he sets you in the bed, letting the blanket fall to the floor. You hadn’t used a blanket in two weeks, your temperature had been all over the place lately. 

“Gee, thanks” You give him a sassy little glare and he smirks, climbing over you and settling down next to you. You curl into his body, fully covered by him like you’re trying to climb inside of him. He kisses the little part of your head that pokes up between his arms and smiles softly. 

“If you take a nap, I’ll order from that Chinese place you love” he offers, stroking your back slowly. You hadn’t been eating too much lately either, so he’s secretly begging you to take him up on this. 

You yawn, nuzzling into his chest further, inhaling his overbearing scent.

“Yeah. Sure okay” you say quietly, sleep already lacing your words. He sighs in relief and turns over a bit so his leg is further over your body just like you like 

“Alright pretty girl, I’ll order as soon as you wake up”

Eddie’s eyelids flutter open, his heart beating fast in his chest, and a raging hard-on he can only feel growing worse 

“S-shit. Fuck, baby what are you doing??” He mumbles groggily, wiping his eyes as they start to adjust to the later time of day. 

You’re between his legs, nuzzling against his boxer-clad cock and leaving wet kisses in your path. 

“T-trying to wake y-you up” you pant softly, running your tongue over the wet spot forming on the front and his eyes roll back as he rests his head back on the pillows 

“I’m awake” He reaches down and strokes your hair slowly “Jesus am I awake” 

He listens to your soft little mewls as you keep lapping at the tip of his cock, his fingers sink into your hair against your scalp and he stops for a minute, feeling your head. He moves his hand over your forehead and feels you for a second 

“Baby? Wait you’re-“You crawl over his body, settling yourself on his torso and his hands automatically go to your waist, watching you tilt your head back and start to grind down on his abs, your sopping cunt leaving a little puddle as you place your hands on his chest and grind harder. 

“K-keep going” he encourages you, forgetting all about what he’s worried about as his thumb rubs circles on your clit and honestly he’s never been more glad Buck made him work out with him twice a week. 

He’s nearly as delirious as you are as he watches you wantonly moaning and moving your hips back and forth slowly, rubbing your clit down on his abs. He can feel the little nub dragging up and down the hard ridges of his body and it makes his hips buck up uselessly, wishing he was inside you.

He’s starting to think something is going on honestly, because even he’s been feeling kind of off lately, not to mention you definitely smell different. Sweeter almost? Like he has to fight not to eat you up every second of every day when you’re around…

Buck had been acting weird lately too now that apparently he’s having a whole thinking session while you’re grinding against his abs. He’d been a little more unhinged than normal around Eddie, which… it’s Buck so that’s really damn hard to be. But he’d definitely noticed him sneaking away more than once to get off in the bathroom.

Your head falls forward as you start to pant louder, your arms bending slowly until you’re chest to chest. He stares into your eyes, watching the little hearts radiating as you stare at him, your face is hot and flushed, sweat forming on your brow. 

Oh.

Ohhh…shit.

And then it all falls into place, and he wonders why the hell you didn’t freaking say anything. 

Your head collapses onto his chest, hot sweaty skin against his own, cool and refreshing. It’s painfully clear now that he’s realized it and he’s starting to feel guilty. 

He honestly should have seen it coming when you were hoarding blankets and pillows in the corner of the room and just claimed it was because you were feeling too hot in bed. 

He should have seen it coming when he found several of his missing clothes buried in there as well in neat layers that you just laughed off and said you wanted him closer. 

“Oh, baby…” He coos, lifting your head and really looking at you, he’d been so busy at the station and with family that he’d forgotten the most important thing in the entire world 

He’d forgotten to keep track of your cycle. 

It’s like a switch clicks in his head and suddenly his hands are on your hips, his fingers digging in aggressively as he starts moving your hips faster for you. You let out a strangled little noise of glee as he flexes a bit, hardening them more and you both work your hips faster on his torso. 

“Fuck hurry up and finish, Princess” He growls in your ear, and you feel it, you feel that deep within your core, like a command you can’t help but obey 

“Wanna stuff you so full of my cum, watch it slide down your thighs. Are you gonna be a good girl and push it right back in? Hm?” His fingertips leave bruises on your skin with how fast he’s making your hips move on him the way you cry out and gasp is music to his ears 

“Wanna watch you drown in it” He pants desperately, his primal instincts starting to kick in, boy is he glad he did the laundry. 

His cock starts to poke your entrance with each roll of your hips, your thighs are squeezing his sides leaving him breathless but he couldn’t care less right now, not with the way you’re crying as you come undone on top of him, splashing his chest with your sticky juices, leaving little tendrils shimmering behind as he flips you over and pins you down to the bed. 

“You ready for me, my sweet little omega?” He purrs dangerously in your ear and your eyes roll back as you babble an answer that he’s pretty sure was a “fuck yes”

“Yeah.. that’s what I thought” he chuckles darkly as he plunges his cock inside you. 

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To Be Wed part two - The Chase

NSFW 18+ MDNI - Part two of To Be Wed. READ WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING.

WARNINGS / Themes - breeding/pregnancy (not mentioned in scene.) primal play that INVOLVES MAJOR CNC THEMES. Knife play. Edging/teasing. defensive/territorial men. ABO style dicks (knotting. Monster dick style). Cum play. Cuckholding. Voyeur. Outdoor sex + EXHIBITIONISM. Gagging. Forced squirting. pinning/restraint. Eventual pregnancy.

DP - Vaginal and Anal at same time. Vaginal and oral at same time. Vaginal penetration. Anal penetration. Oral penetration. Polyamory.

Hope this one has your butterflies doing the freak. Requests/ideas for kinks are open.

M D N I - 18+ NSFW. READ WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING.

Something was wrong with Azriel. Something deeply disturbing in his mind that he couldn’t ignore for more than a few moments in a day. He was obsessed. More so than he was with any ordinary thing that piqued his interest. He was completely, and utterly enthralled with the female that had signed her life away so easily.

He couldn’t get enough. Of any of it. From being their bodyguard to their dates, to the sacred moments when he’d fuck her for Rhys. He was loyal to a fault but this was different. This was a hunger that had never been known to him, and he hadn’t an idea of how to satiate it.

Watching Rhys cum inside her served him, he greatly enjoyed watching - but a part of him questioned what would happen when the babe finally came to fruition. After over three months of dedicated fucking - and weekly fertility potions he, Rhys and the female were taking, he feared the time eas coming soon.

The anxiety of the looming date was something that had him searching for alternatives - going to pleasure houses when she wasn't in the mood, but finding nothing to be nearly as stimulating. He’d even tried to recreate the situation, hiring both male and female whores to serve him.

He hadn’t even finished.

Fear and frustration riddled his days when he wasn’t near her.

+

“Nothing new. I suggest two potions, if you can stomach it.” The healer - Madja, Rhys had informed you each visit - took her hands from just your public bone and brought out the oils she kept below the table.

“Let me do it, this time.” Rhys said, his tone light but saddened. She hesitated, her thick round glasses glinting in the filtered sun coming through the frosted window. It was a cold evening in Velaris, the last of winter going out with a bitter sigh. The skies would lighten and be warm soon, hopefully it would be after the summer months when a child took root in your belly.

The oils served as both a softening to your skin for any potential swelling from the potion, as well as a ritualistic method of fertility from another culture that the healer had mentioned on your first visit here. You’d been trembling and too anxious to recall exactly what it signified and to whom.

The fear came mainly from the judgment. Though the female hadn’t batted an eye when Rhsy has explained the situation, you were still met with stares and upturned noses in the streets when you ventured alone. The High Lord’s broodmare. The child-barer. The Whore. The titles were new, but the glares were something you were accustomed to as a thief and beggar before.

“West to East, High Lord.” Madja gave him a glare, and Rhys grinned. “Opposite of the sun cycle.” She enunciated the word, leading you to believe he’d done some rotten spellwork before by not following her directions.

“Of course.” He sketched a small bow, and you smacked him on the shoulder.

Azriel couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his lips. She was… He couldn’t describe it any other way aside from ideal. A tolerant soul with a mouth that-

He cut his thoughts off right then and there. Now was not the time for such ideas.

“Thank you.” You said, making meaningful eye contact with the wrinkled female. She had a kind enough look about her, but there was something about the way she carried herself that had your senses on edge.

Her smile was small, tugging at the corners of her leathery skin. “You’ll be a fine mother.” She nodded.

Despite her words, you worried you may never be able to uphold your end of the Bargain.

The tattoo at your clavicle ached.

+

You were no longe sore after their knots would fill you. Your body had grown accustom to the wonderful stretch of it, taking them with eager ease now. But even though he bit and lapped at you with the same passion as ever, Azriel’s cock seemed less ridigid, the roundness at the base hardly making an appearance even after several minutes of fucking into you.

“Stop.. stop-” You panted. As much as you would have love to cum on him, without his usual size it wasn’t going to happen. That was why he’d always gone second, coaxing that spot inside you over and over again until you broke upon him.

Your legs trembled as he rolled off of you, falling in the middle of you and Rhys. The High Lord handed him a towel, which he draped over his half hard cock. A flick of the hand and Azriel’s shadows set to work on you, collecting at the apex of your thighs in a cool, writhing bundle.

“Stop, Az-” The words were strangled, with the skilled tentacles already setting to work.

They disappeared, going into mist at the command. “Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded, turning on your side to face him. Rhys sat up, his brows pulled together.

Azriel sighed, and shook his head. ���It’s nothing.” He put it simply, a male of few words. You knew better. “Tell me or-”

“Or what? You’ll leave? There’s no breaking that bond on your skin. Not until you bear a child.” He spat the words, his features hard, then softening the moment his eyes landed on you. He saw the way you recoiled, your body sagging and the distraught look on your face.

“Azriel-” Rhys began, the tone in authority ringing true and rattling your bones.

“I’m sorry.” Az covered his face with his hands, the raised pattern of his scars interrupted by the smooth lines of veins. “I’m sorry.” He sighed, and sat up as well.

He scooted back, his wings pinched tight against his back as he spoke. “I cant- Ahh.” He rubbed at his face again, his neck and cheeks going a deeper shade. You’d enver seen the shadowsinger so unsure, embarrassed even.

“I fear once you bear a child, that my life may be empty without you.” He said it while looking into your eyes, his own shining true with his statement. Rhys stiffened, his eyes going to you in part questioning himself. He couldnt’ deny he’d had similar thoughts.

“I have no intention of leaving the best sex I’ve ever had only because I am no longer contractually obligated to the sex.” You could have laughed at the obserdity of the idea. You’d called him your own pleasure keeper to his face, and he’d not only laughed but accepted the title. How could he think such things?

“A child may lessen passions for a short while, but from what I’ve heard…” You leaned in close to Azriel’s rounded ear. “Some females find their desires heightened after the babe’s born.”

He turned and looked at you, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, then to your womb. He placed his hand there and sighed. “I apologize. My words reflect my fears, not how I feel about your faith.” He paused, and when Rhys spoke it was soft.

“I too fear the pregnancy for the same reason. As ridiculous as it is, it makes me wish to not cum, so I may keep the pleasure of this.” His mind reached to yours, and you allowed him entry. Both you and Azriel sucked in a breath at the sight of you riding the shadowsinger, from Rhys’s angle.

“That-” Azriel pushed the high lord from his mind, his cock already hardening from the sight. “-is why I can barely stay hard. I cant stop thinking of not cumming.”

An idea came to you then. A proof of sorts, that even if you did attempt to flee the deal, that them finding you was something you’d already anticipated. You weren’t sure if it would fix their fears, but it did remind you of something you’d always desired.

You straightened, then focused your mind. You’d been able to show them small things before, and now you tried again. “Allow me to show you something that may help.” You mind-spoke to them. It felt like mostly Rhys there, halfway into your mind, but he’d be able to relay the thought to Azriel.

You showed him the images, the birdseye view you imagined of yourself running, panting in a forest midday as you evaded something. Trained wolves and guards shouted behind you, and through the fear of being imprisoned, there was the arousal. The situation had only happened a few times, but each time there’d been that undercurrent that you couldn’t deny. The pleasure that pulsed through you with every stretch of your legs.

The idea of being caught, and made to do whatever they wished. As their prisoner. As their game. You swapped the guards for the night kissed wind of them, their presence, both them hunting you instead.

“Keep what you catch.” Was a phrase hunters used in the most desperate of times. Were they desperate enough?

“Criminal.” Rhys purred in approval. He passed the image to Azriel, who hissed and looked to you with surprise in his eyes. “Filthy thing-” He cursed.

+

Rhys summoned a set of wooden swords from a pocket of air, disturbing the chill breeze that rolled through the valley. The sun shone down on the trees, but did not reach the forest floor. The pines swayed and whispered, making serene music where you stood with them.

“You’ll need to break away from us first.” Rhys explained, twirling the sword from one hand to the other, testing the balance.

“If you manage to get a necklace from either of us, we’ll delay our pursuit by five minutes.” You looked to the long corded stone at his chest, the color of it nearly black. It shimmered with something, though. Azriels was more straightforward, a deep red jasper that he pulled from beneath his leathers. At the same time, Rhys shook the potion that he’d been determined to show off with. The one you’d jokingly suggested he should get to prevent him cheating in this endavor. It was to keep him from winnowing, apparently.

“I’m taking you both on?” Your voice rose with protest.

“Not yet-” Azriel muttered with a grin.

“Your choice who you’d like to face first.” Rhys said cordially.

You swung the sword, the weight of it unfamiliar and clunky in your hand.

Your eyes narrowed, and you pointed the tip to Rhys. “You’ll be first.”

He squared himself, taking up an expert fighting stance. Once he nodded, you ran at him.

This was only for show. He parried your strike easily, knocking the weapon to the ground beside him. You raised your hands in defense, then shot out at him with your mind - spearing him with the filthiest mental images you’d conjured over the last few months. He stuttered a step, freezing in place with his eyes wide. You struck, ripping the necklace from him and taking off into the trees while Azriel cackled behind you.

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The blood was rushing in your ears, your legs singing with the effort of each step. The slickness in your cunt coudln’t be denied. You embraced it, finally able to accept that you did enjoy this. Running from males that would do exactly what they wanted to you. It sent a shiver through you before, but now… Knowing that they wouldn’t bring you true harm - it made you stumble more than a few times.

Rhys had planned this well. He’d taken you to a well of a valley floor, knowing you’d have to climb to get out. It’d give them a better shot at finding you faster. As the trees became thinner, the groundcover got thicker. Ferns and wiry shrubs reached out to whip your pumping arms and tangle in your hair.

You didn’t have to fight through it for long. Their trained breaths were behind you in only a few minutes, but you were determined to make it to the rushing water you heard ahead.

“You wont make it far.” Rhy’s voice bounced off the trees.

You kept running. Their laughing was upon you in moments, and you jolted to a stop before a wide, rushing stream. You’d nearly fallen in, your shoes even soaked with the groundwater that lapped at the shore.

Arms were around your midsection, whipping you around and attempting to trip you to the ground. You stood with wide footing though, and kicked back against the male - struggling against him with a ferocity that he didn’t expect. Rhys grunted, and Azriel was no longer laughing.

They took their roles seriously. It made your stomach flip, a wild - feral smile spreading across your face at Azriel holding a knife before you while he watched you fight against Rhys’s hold. “Stop now and make this easier.” Azriel’s voice was firm, commanding.

Rhys managed to pin your arms behind you, and you found yourself unable to kick back against him without losing what balance you had. Azriel stepped forward, knife extended to rest at your throat. His knckles met your collarbone, just above where that branding mark was. The heat of him sent your body alight even more. Rhys’s scent spiked with arousal and you couldn’t help but grind back against the bulge behind you.

Azriel’s hand went to your trousers pocket, digging in there with a few fingers, slowly, teasingly - cocking his head to the side when your jaw clenched. Rhys was breathing heavily behind you, and not from their run through the forest.

Az pulled the necklace free, and tutted his tongue disapprovingly. “Guess you like being up in that pillory, dont you?” He said teasingly. “Repeat criminals hardly ever change. Perhaps it’d be better if you saw a cell for a time-”

“I have money.” You gasped when Rhys placed something cold around your wrists.

“Stolen money’s no good to those who uphold the law of the night court.” Az drawled, and Rhys breathed a laugh at how true that was. Azriel was the one sent when something was to be dealt with. Rhys’s own personal bounty hunter. Azriel saw the connection being made. In this game, he suddenly became more than just a guard in his role, he was him. He was the Shadowsinger, sent to capture you. His eyes darkened, waiting for you to play along - to tell him exactly what you wanted.

“Are you willing to make a trade?” You panted, straining against whatever Rhys had placed on your wrists. He stood beside you now, holding you by the nape of the neck, his thumb tracing slow circles there - suggesting what was to come? Or playing up the corrupted guard role?

His knife trailed to your breast, pulling the low cut top away from your skin. His eyes went from your breasts to your eyes, and back again.

“I have what I came here for, thief. What more could I bother with from you?” Even with the sharp words, heat coursed through you. His knife pulled at the strap of your top, then let it snap back onto your skin. The scent of arousal was heavy now, thick and encouraging to the growing fire in your belly.

“I offer you myself, should you let me go free after.”

He bit down on a grin, then leaned in close, right beside Rhys when he said “Why would I barter when I can take what I want?”

The knife was gone, both his hands instead going to bend you to his will. One hand pulled you forward at the lower back, the other went straight to cup your pussy through your pants, the heel of his palm grinding down on to you.

A surprised cry came from your lips, but it was consumed by his lips on yours. His tongue was aggressive and immediate, forcing his way into your mouth, tasting you there, as he palmed against your clit. your hips flexed to meet him, and there was another set of hands at your breast, cutting your shirt free.

+

Rhys should have been appalled with himself. This was disgusting, horrid behavior but-

He couldn’t dispute the way Azriel’s aggression made his cock harden. How her helpless cries and half-attempts at getting away from Az made Rhys want to restrain her even more and force his cock down her throat until she choked on it.

He took a shuddering, uneven breath and reminded himself that this was what she’d wanted.

‘The more aggression the better.’ She’d said with a devious wink when going over safewords and off limits ideas.

So, Rhys took out the back of her knees, forcing her to fall before Azriel. The shadowsinger gripped the back of her head, and forced her face into the front of his pants, grinding his clothed dick over her cheek in a humiliating way. Degrading and so, so fucking hot. Rhys bit his lip at the sight of it. She attempted to pull back, but it only earned a yank of the hair, a warning to behave.

Rhys was out of his clothes quickly, the pine needles beneath his feet hardly registering against the surge of heat that swelled in him. Gods, his cock ached. It was only thanks to the potion he'd taken that there was a chase at all. If it were any less potent he likely would have ended up winnowing right in front of you before you'd crested the hill.

He gave himself a pump, then another before taking over, wrenching her face away from Azriel and pushing his slickened head to her lips. With her hands still bound, she had no defense aside from the way she pursed them together.

“Difficult thing.” Rhys tisked, then pinched her nose shut. She began getting red in the face, and when Azriel was done undressing, she’d run out of breath. Her mouth opened in a gasp, which Rhys quickly took for his own.

The heated wetness around him had a surge of precome leaking from him with eagerness. “Fu-uuck-” He ground out the word, reveling in the perfection of her mouth a moment before pulling out, and fisting a hand in her hair. The sloppy wetness that dripped from her lips only encouraged him more. He shoved her down on him, his head tipping down the back of her throat and making her eyes water. Azriel grunted in approval, his cock twitching and his hips flexing forward Into his palm at the scene.

Azriel’s shadows were a thick, writhing mess around him, waiting to be used for something. He allotted them a task, setting them free upon her legs - to spread them, and to tear through the leggings she wore. Not completely off, but enough so he’d be able to fuck her through them - and to get a taste of the arousal he’d followed the entire run here.

+

Rhy’s dick was ryhmic enough that you knew when you could take a breath, when you could gulp down enough air to take his next few strokes. What you hadn’t been prepared for, was the way Azriel’s shadows spread you legs, making you completely unable to fight against them, or even stand if you wanted to.

You were fully at their mercy now, and it made you burn with that knowledge. Your pussy clamped around pathetic emptiness, Writhing with want.

Drool fell from your lips in thick rivers mixed with Rhys’s precome. Your senses told you that Azriel was still near, and that there was something cold on your ass, but you couldn’t see anything other than Rhys’s abdomen. He supported you fully, his hands in your hair keeping you from falling forward, but it also kept you blind to everything else. You attempted to lift a leg and kick backwards, but it only made you gag on his cock without the needed support of both legs.

He pulled free after that, glistening trails of spit coating him. Before you could fall forward, a hand was at the tie on your wrists, holding you upright. Rhys nodded, then there was a ripping sound, and the chill on your ass was gone. You sucked in a breath, and there was suddenly a towel before you, and Rhys was sitting. So close you could feel the heat radiating from him, you were lowered and lowered, until your cheek rested against his thigh, staring at his reddedned dick like a worshipper. There was no denying you were.

Azriel’s tongue was hot against your hole - probing, coating you with his spit. You arched, gasping in surprise but there was nowhere you could move, your head rolled to one side, so you could bite down on Rhys’s thigh, but it didn’t keep Azriel from fucking your ass. His tongue darted over it again and again, working you open slowly - your surprised gasps turned into needy moans, the stimulation making you a living fire. You could feel the wetness soaking your leggings, and you wondered how large of a wet spot appeared there.

“Put your mouth to use.” Rhys grunted, his tone almost angry. He lifted your head and guided you to his cock, his ass flexing - gods he needed this, badly. Your mind buzzed with the satisfatiction of it. Though you were bent at their will, you were driving them mad.

Azriel’s managed to work two fingers into your ass before trailing hid tongue downward, using the flat of his tongue against your slickened pussy. His fingers pumped deep, flexing outwards to stretch your hole. It was a sweet thing, tender though the situation did not call for it. They’d given you plenty of toys to train for just this.

He hummed at the taste of you, at the heat and need he could sense building in you. Your pussy clenched around his tongue. “Filthy thing-” He said to himself, the sharp crack of one of his hands landing on your asscheek.

Rhys pulled your mouth from him, and you fell forward, lifting enough so that you could press against his chest instead of his thigh - a small rebellion, you could only do so much now. He shimmied down, so he could be below you and line up with your slick folds. You groaned when his tip pressed eagerly into your slit, rocking back against him as much as you could with your legs as exhausted as they were. Was this the real reason they’d had your starting point be downhill?

The heat of Azriel’s cock joined, also pressing into your pussy. A swell of fear threatened to overtake you, then. There was no way you could take them both-

Rhys sucked in a breath, and he scooted down a bit farther, so your head rested against his collarbone now. His cock pressed at your ass, and your eyes rolled back.

Azriel knew he wouldn’t last long. Not with her being so fucking compliant in this - He forced himself to focus, willing his need to dampen for a moment. He guided Rhys’s cock to the hole he’d worked first, pumping his high lord’s cock with his saliva - coating him with spit before pressing the rounded tip to her hole. The sound she made had his body rolling, uncontrollably thrusting forward into the air like a godsdamned animal.

He now wished he’d taken Rhys’s offer and had the male suck him off earlier in the day.

Rhys blew out a breath as he sunk in, deeper and deeper, until he couldn’t move much more. Only about half of him was fully seated, but it was more than enough. Azriel could tell by now what her desperate signs were for when she was close, and he was glad he wasn’t the only one overstimulated and ready to cum.

“Taking him so fucking good.” He praised in her ear, brushing the hair to one side so he could see her expression. “Gonna fill you up, make you both of ours.” He was muttering, when she rolled her hips and the tip of him brushed her heated folds. His hand cracked across her ass again, drawing a strangled groan from Rhys.

Azriel smirked. He knew how she tightened up when she had her ass smacked. The high lord’s eyes smoldered, and Azriel caught him in a quick, wet kiss before leaning back and taking his own cock into his hand.

He rubbed his tip against your folds, slickening himself. “This is what happens to thieves in the Night Court.” He smiled, then thrust into you in one long, smooth motion. Your body arched, toes curling inside your boots as he bottomed out. Full. So fucking full and still, desire demanded your attention. The fire was not dulling, like it normally did after one of them entered you - no, it seemed to grow even more aggressive. A flame that kept spreading, throughout your thighs and into your belly, the warmth spread and the need of them both - for more made your teeth gnash together.

The thin wall that separated their cocks from each other had you rocking back onto them both, earning what fractions of inches you could. Rhys adjusted, his hips flexing upwards to give you more, but it still wasn’t enough.

Some mental communication passed from him to Rhys, and your arms were free, your shoulders singing in pain as they were wrenched forwards, then re-tied in front of you. Rhys lifted them, then brought your hands around the back of his neck. Still just as trapped as before, only now you could at least support yourself.

It was a blessing. You rocked back into every one of Azriel’s thrusts, earning whispered filth from his lips. The wet sound of your pussy around him filled the forest, along with your breathy moans. Gods, with Rhys so paitenetly nudging into you, and with Azriel fucking you with such ferocity… your muscles quivered, earning hesitation and sharp hisses from them both.

You still had some power, here.

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His shaft rubbed with Rhys’s making him even more needy than he’d anticipated. His knot was swelling quickly, every instinct in him yearning to spill inside of her- to lock his knot in place and fuck her through her orgasms upon it.

Watching Rhys’s small thrusts into her ass was not an option. He’d looked down once already and nearly came from the sight of it. So instead he watched the high lord, and the back of her gorgeous hair. He watched the way her body would flex and roll, then squeeze down on them.

His knot was catching already, and Rhys could tell. The high lord glanced from her to the shadowsinger. “Take her, make her come.” He encouraged. The mental image of the three of them appeared, Rhys filling her mouth with Azriel locked inside her pussy.

“Not the plan-” Azriel ground out, forcing his desire to lessen. He focused instead on the sound of the brook that she’d nearly ran into. He wanted to fill her, to fuck her ass and her pussy together until cum dripped from both holes and-

“Azriel - I won’t cum. Not now, anyway. Fuck her right.” The husky words were all his willpower could stand. He grunted, buiting the inside of his cheek and pulled his cock free from the sodden leggings he’d ripped. Her gasp and protest had his ego soaring.

Rhys worked himself free of her ass, and from around her bound arms. He spat in his palm, and began stroking himself, his knot hardly formed. Azriel felt a pang of jealously at the male’s control, the restraint he had.

Without your arms bound, and with their hesitation at what to do next, you took it as an opportunity. You sung your arms around, forming them into fists, and nearly caught Azriel in the head with them - but a thick tentacle of shadow halted you.

He struck an instant later. One hand on your collarbone,he shoved you back onto the pokey forest floor, and you clambored against him. The shadow locked your arms above your head, but it didn’t deter your fight.

You brought your knees to your chest and pushed at him, though he pressed down on you with the mass of his muscle. One hand was all it took to pin you to the floor, you’d make sure he’d have to fight more than that.

“Vicious theif-” He grunted with the knee you threw to his ribs,but it’d been your folly. With his other hand, he brought a leg up so it was flush against his chest, your foot resting beside his ear.. You couldn’t kick him away now, but you didn’t want to. You’d wanted this - wanted the fight, wanted to see what lengths he’d take to get to your pussy.

He hadn’t disappointed. He gripped both your legs and pulled them tight to his chest, raising your ass off the ground. He swiped the tip of his cock over your clit, rubbing deliciously. Your hips rolled. Thankfully, he wasn’t a male of vengeance - not now anyway. He entered you, and resumed the same pace he’d had before. Long, dragging strokes that had your ass clapping against his thighs.

Your folds were tighter in this position, and the stretch it brought seared through you. Your body was capable, but this was a position that had you seeing stars. Your body ached to cum, but you held off. This was supposed to last longer.

Rhys joined, kneeling at your side to dip between your pressed thighs. You pulled at the restraints, testing the shadows above your head. They did not budge. Your walls squeezed him, and his eyes squeezed shut. “I’m-” You panted, not wanting to admit that you were close.

“Good. I’m not gonna cum until you do first, sweetheart.” Azriels words rang true, You could feel how much his knot had swollen from your struggle, and a delightful purr of ecstasy filled you. You’d definitely be getting punished more in the future.

Azriel’s cock rammed into you, he flicked his hips forward and up at that perfect angle that he knew would set you off. Your legs shook, wetness dribbling down to your ass with every thrust. “That’s right..” Rhys purred, his fingers leaving your clit to play with himself instead.

You didn’t need his fingers. Not with Azriel fucking you like this, with every stroke brutally pushing into your most sensitive spot- hot white pleasure surged through you. His knot pressed at your entrance, stretching your lips apart with each re-entry.

In this position, your tight heat was already something that had him barely hanging on, and it had him more impatient than he’d ever been. He’d said he wouldn’t cum yet. He couldn’t. So he fucked into you with stokes he knew would have you begging, getting you to the edge in record time. He could tell from the way your cheeks heated, from how red your lips were - and from the deadly way your pussy gripped at the base of his knot. He swore. Every stroke became harder to remain in control.

A scarred hand went to your throat, gently pressing there - control. Control and power and you were nothing but theirs -his- Azriel’s plaything. A fucktoy for him- Your mind spiraled, overtaken by the inferno inside of you.

Your insides spasmed around him, a gush of hot liquid gushing from your pussy. The knife’s edge of pleasure. The precipice of a violent orgasm held you for a moment, then rocked through you. You trembled, pleasure consuming everything, setting your very bones alight with the exquisite orgasm. So intense and burning that your sight was lost from you for the first few moments.

Azriel’s knot came back along with your vision, amplifying the pleasure to an extent you could barely register as you quivered around him, squeezing him tight inside of you. The panting, shuddering breathing, the tight hold he had on your thighs as he spilled into you had you squirming again, your wrecked body contending for another orgasm, even while the waves of your first careened through you.

His cum filled you, hoarse moans falling from his lips as he still fucked into you. The small movements of his swollen knot inside urging that second round of pleasure through you.

Rhys was swearing darkly, his own knot more formed than before now. You couldn’t help but smile at that. Azriel’s hands shook when he parted your legs. You let them fall behind him, knees hooking weakly around him. He lifted your hips and fucked you softly, his knot pulling at your entrance like he knew you enjoyed.

He rode you through six more orgasms before he’d softened enough to pull free. After, Rhys had devoured your sensitive clit, earning double digits before the golden sunset painted the trees a fiery orange.

“We should go soon.” You muttered, breathless with both of them lying at either side of you.

“Shut up.” Rhys said, voice hoarse as he fingered you - slickening your clit with the remnants of Azriel’s cum.

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You’d borrowed a coat from Azriel, seeing how they’d torn yours during your frenzied, handsy encounter.

The walk to the nearest town had made your already trembling legs even weaker, but you’d made it without too much whining. Rhys was still unable to winnow, the potion you’d challenged him to take still in his bloodstream.

The first scent of food hit you hard. Your mouth watered at the smell of buttered and fried goods. The gnawing hunger in your gut whined. The way they had you working for them was proving to be a huge calorie deficit, and you were starved.

“Ill find us something subtle.” Azriel said simply, then he was gone - sucked into the shadows that lingered outside the town.

“Let’s get you something nice.” Rhys smiled, his eyes grazing over you with a predator’s insight. Your tights had been something of a display once they were done with you, and the only thing saving you from looking like a hired whore was the length of Azriel’s coat covering your bottom.

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“What in the name of the Mother are you wearing?” Azriel’s clipped tone revealed near anger, and your cheeks heated with the eyes that darted towards you.

The place he’d chosen was a busy, dark and shambled thing. Easy to be lost in, perfect for your party. To be expected from the Shadowsinger. What you hadn’t expected was the way his cheeks went bright at the sight of you. The low cut tunic and leather pants weren’t unusual in this area, but them being skin tight drew more than just your partners eyes.

“It was all they had.” You provided simply.

“And doesnt she look delectable?” Rhys encouraged, his eyes barely leaving your body to look to Azriel.

The shadowsinger stood silent, stoic as a statue for a moment before sitting back in the horseshoe shaped booth. You sat between them, at the apex and looked over the menu.

Rhys laughed suddenly, and Azriel snarled. You looked up, to the windows and scanned the crowd. The fae at the table beside the window hid behind their coats and drinks. You looked to Rhys, puzzled.

“He doesn’t like the other males looking.” he explained.���I think it’s admirable. Who could help themselves, with you looking like that?”

“She’s not for them.” Azriel growled, making your stomach flip. The look on his face promised violence.

You reached over, gripping his muscled thigh. “It’s alright.” You promised, circling your fingers low there, tracing the seam of his leathers up and up until he caught your hand in his.

He let out a breath, his head tipping back. The menu in his other hand grew wrinkled marks from where he gripped it. “Easy.” He warned. Rhys grinned, and shifted closer to you.

The criminal in you delighted at his reaction. Once he let go of your hand, you idly browsed the menu, using it as a distraction before pacing your hand back on his leg, inching upwards in small, sneaky motions until resting at his hip, only a few inches away from the buttons of the trousers he wore.

Rhys took your other hand once the server had taken your orders, and was not discreet in the way he placed it directly atop the hardness in his pants. You sucked in a breath, and he didn’t even bother to look at you. You pressed down on him, squeezing him rhythmically. Azriel’s own member responded, twithinching beneath the cloth.

“Greedy, filthy… delectable thing.” Rhys mind-spoke, his tone a purr that had your thighs squeezing together tight.

There was a splash of liquid, the clattering of drinks and cold wetness covered your shoulder, running down your chest. The bar quieted, then picked back up an instant later. You sat up in shock, avoiding the water that covered your seat. The server was apologizing, but you could only hear the muttered swearing coming from Rhys.

His eyes were locked on to your soaked breasts, the heat there immeasurable.

The world turns black and silver in a breath, the table is shattered, knocked to the ground outside your booth and Rhys is before you, his head going to your top and palming the fabric, hid tongue going to the lap at the wetness on your skin st your breast.

Your breasts fall out of the top easily as Rhys unlaces the front. There are gasps, the sound of chairs being moved and laughs all around. None of it matters. Rhys’s hot mouth is the only thing your mind can narrow in on.

The servers’ apologies go silent, and there is a low rumbling of voices and shouts that you can pay no attention to, not as Azriel is gripping the back of your head and forcing his tongue into your mouth. His tongue goes from slow and tender to quick and demanding, forcing your own tongue to still in your mouth as he explores.

The pleasure of Rhys’s mouth on your nipples is something that has your weakend legs shaking. Once the laces are loosened, he pulls the top up over your head, his eyes wild with need as he consumes you in his own hot, desperate kiss that has you rolling your body into his.

Azriel is gone for a moment, and Rhys is turning you, pushing you back until your legs hit something solid - the window table. When you open your eyes, the crowd that had been closest is now watching you, hungry looks in their eyes.

The fear and shame gripped you for a moment, and you covered your chest. “Rhys we should-”

“They’ll deal with it.” He growled. “Most of them enjoy this kind of entertainment, they’re lucky we’re not changing them. Consider it a donation.” He said in that high lord’s arrogant voice that you’ve come to know.

The curtains fall over the fogged windows,, opaque and filled with holes, smelling of dust and stained. While Rhys consumes you in another kiss, Azriel appears at your side again, his face flushed. His hands are on your thighs, petting you, rubbing his hands across the too-tight trousers and fisting a hand in the cloth. He guides you to sit atop the table, where Rhys kneels before you.

His fingers hook around the belt loops of the pants. “Off, this time.” He commands, his tone giving no room for debate. You comply, using his shoulders to lift yourself off the table enough to let them see you - to let the entire bar see you fully.

Azriel is stripping off as well, unashamed by the looks the strangers give him. None of them bad, mostly admiring. Some of the crowd even begin touching themselves, rubbing and stroking over their clothes as Rhys takes his first lick of you.

His tongue moves slowly, and thoroughly on your clit - lapping at you with a tenderness that had your mind going to a much more leisurely place. He rolls, flicks and kisses there like a male without another purpose. He has you arching up, grinding to him within only a few minutes.

Azriel strokes himself at the same pace as Rhysand’s movements, the two of them matching pace like they weren’t surrounded by others watching. You turn your head to take Azriel into your mouth, but he denys you this. He takes your hand instead, having you stroke him while he watches the crowd. In part, he’s looking for threats, any that would dare to interrupt them - another part because he enjoyed the way the strangers stared, desire and envy filling their gazes.

Rhys’s fingers enter you, then pause, he plays with you at the entrance, noting what movements make you squirm and buck. He loves this. He revels in these moments where his patience isn’t worn so thin. He doesn’t want to have you fully on display, though. Not now. He’d rather have you screaming for him on his own bed.

So he thrusts his fingers deep inside you and curls them, angling in that spot that Azriel is able to brush against with the tip of his cock - but it’s never this firm. It’s never as intense and mind-splitting as either of their fingers are. It ignites a new flurry of need inside of you so quickly, and they know it. It forces you from being moderately turned on to nearly cumming in their hands in moments, and knowing that, they abuse it.

They flick at that spot with brutal efficiency, knowing exactly when to stop because your legs begin to shake with the force of the beginning of the orgasm they build. They’re cruel brutes, but you’d never had better sex. Maybe having someone brutal was a requirement after being with them. If you’d ever need anyone else.

He pulls his fingers out, and puts them to your lips, your wetness tart and sweet against your tongue.. You take them greedily, sucking them clean and playing with his fingers just how you would their cocks. It always drives them mad, and you know it. Unstable heat courses through your body, your legs trembling, hooking around Rhys’ hips with the urging, pulsing demands of an orgasm.

But he holds his fingers there in your mouth, pinning your mouth open, and nods to Azriel. He steps closer, and slides his cock into your mouth while Rhys restraints you open.

The order is clear enough, and you don’t attempt to close your lips around the shadowsinger. Control. Rhys and Azriel are always battling for control in their own ways. Something about it turns all of you on so incredibly - the proof of the fact apparent in the taste of Azriel’s thick precome. The tip of his cock rubs against the back of your tongue a few times, coating him with your spit, and Rhys finally relents and allows your jaw free from his grasp. You take Azriel into your mouth, moaning at the sensation - the weight of him there.

Rhys nudges into your pussy while you’re sucking Azriel, and there’s distant curses and hisses of pleasure. Coats fall to the floor, and you’re pretty sure you hear others moaning as they begin fucking as well.

Azriel pulls away, leaving dribble on your mouth when he does. He steps back and gets atop the table behind you, his cock hanging heavy right above your head.

Your legs pull Rhys in much faster than he was intending on, and because of this, his eyes go wide, his lips pull back from his teeth in a growl. He holds down your hip with a hard, bruising hand while his other goes to your neck - pinning you in place. “You’re mine, and I’ll take you how I please.” He growls out, leaning down to say it right into your ear.

Your body melts, relaxing fully to his control - to the demands he’s placed. A part of you wants to rebel, to kick at him and see just how far he’d take this, but the other part of you says that he’d likely not let you cum if you questioned him now. Not in front of these people. Even if they didn’t realise that he was their high lord, he would not be undermined in this moment.

“Yes sir.” You said voice strained around his light hold, giving him a coy grin when he pulled away to look at your face.

His cock surged, tipping up inside you and making your hips roll as much as they could. You wanted to fold your legs together, to have him fuck you how Azriel did earlier because this - this was too much restraint, too much easy and slow fucking for what your desire reqired.

Your insides were soaked, gushing with need and he was here taking you as if you were his bride. You whined low in your throat, wanting to squirm and have him fuck you.

You close your eyes, no matter how much you love seeing Azriel above you, all the movement from the crowd is growing distracting and you need to focus on feeling. The way Rhys’s cock slides in and out of you with perfect, wet slaps. The way he pulls out to the tip, solid and heavy and teasing at your entrance, before slipping right back in. The crowd echos your moans, growing louder with each thrust.

Rhys feels Like a god in this position. He pounds into her so sweetly that it barely rocks the table. The feral sounds she's making are a symphony of yearning and hunger. He can't stand the slow pace, his knot is already halfway engorged and he has little patience left for the power game he plays.

He slides you down off the table, leaving your hips supported only by the strength of his hands. You curl your legs around him, pulling him in deeper and -gods, a shocked gasp leaves you at the size of his knot as your movement forces it in and deep. He angles his hips foward, and his control is gone. He pulls out, and shoves back in in quick, wild thrusts. You cry out, hands reaching for anything to grip on to while a pre-orgasm hits you, making your walls quiver around him in strange pulses.

You reach for the edge of the table, but Azriel’s hand catches yours instead. He twines his fingers through yours, never backing down from the way you squeezed his hand tight. “As much as I want to hear you…” He mutters, then his cock is at your lips, and you suck at him greedily, moaning around his length and gripping his thigh with your free hand. Your nails bite into his skin there, but it only heightens his pleasure.

Your heels spur Rhys on, and in his fervor he knows hes losing control. He also knows that he still can’t winnow, and that he’s about to cum and lock you together with him so tightly that you wont be able to leave for a long while after this. He knows he should stop, that he should at the very least pull out to cum on you.

But all the knowledge in the world couldn’t keep him from being a worshiper to your body - to this blessed pussy and glorious mouth and- His knot locks in place, and he has only a few more shallow thrusts within the range of his motion before he’s seeing nothing, feeling nothing but the hot pressure of his release and the pussy clamping on his cock, milking the orgasm from him. The tension finally released, and the rest coming like waves off of a mountainside.

Your body convulses, hips bucking forward and writhing on Rhys’s knot the moment it settles deep inside you. He’s bowing his head, hunching forward and rocking into you as much as he can and Azriel pulls free from your mouth, his own knot getting too wide for your mouth towards the end.

Then, you feel the dribbling heat of Rhys’s cum spilling inside you, and something inside your own body responds with eager pride and takes a hold of you. Your body is twitching around him, taking his cock and squeezing it so tightly that it has your entrance stretching almost painfully. You’re building up to an immense release when Azriel’s swearing, then cumming on your neck and chest, thick streams of it landing even at your hipbone. Rhys is there quickly, lapping at the spots of it on your breast.

White molten heat explodes inside you, your orgasm pulsing through every vein, tendon - you can practically feeling it hum your very bones. You’ve been flung from a precipice you didn’t realise how hard you held on to. You were in freefall, and hitting every single cloud of mind-rocking pleasure was possible.

His member doesn’t soften, doesn’t relent during your waves of ecstasy. He fucks into you as much as he can, re gripping your hips in his hands and rolling forward, his own body shaking. His mouth goes from Azriel’s cum to your nipple, biting there, rolling the peak with his tongue. The stimulation is overwhelming, and you dig your fingers into his back.

“Fucking incredible.” one of them sighs. You can’t tell who, everything is distant and fuzzy as the waves of orgasm pummel you.

You’re exhausted by the time they recede, and by then Azriel has pulled on a pair of pants and has been petting your hair for some amount of time.

A male approaches from the crowd, holding his cock that jutted through the seam of his trousers. He’s handsome, and smiles at you hungirly. “I’ll take her next.” He says, confidence radatinging out of him.

Azriel’s eyes go wide, and he stands to face off with the male. There is clearly challenge in his poise, but the male seems to pay no mind. “Or I’ll take you. Either way-”

Azriel has a wicked shadow, curved like a knife in his hand in the next breath. “You will die b-”

Rhys groans, and pulls a blanket of darkness over the three of you, and you’re falling upon the familiar bedspread of the townhome. The smells are comforting, homey and make sleep impossible to avoid.

“Don't-” Rhys pants softly, his knot still swollen and throbbing inside of you. “Threaten someone when I can’t even get my dick free.” He lays his head on your chest, pulling Azriel down to lay with the two of you.

A warmth radiates on your lower abdomen a few minutes later. When you go to protest another round of sex, you find that it's Azriel, gently massaging the oil from the healer into your skin.

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“Heeeere’s LUNAR!”

[therealmissmagoo2]

The Sims 4 - Lookbook Rhysand

ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas

Half Illyrian & Half High Fae

Titles: High Lord of the Night Court & Carynthian

Age: 538

Powers: Darkness Manipulation, Winnowing, Daemati Abilities, Glamouring, Flight via Wings, Misting, Shape-Shifting

Tray

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I don’t know about y’all, but I’m pretty excited for that high corruption route

My MC Rhys Romanus from @anathemafiction’s The Golden Rose series

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I swear to god it feels like the darkverse books are laced with an overdose of something that was just lightly sprinkled in the twisted series.

Cherry on top? Each FMC is a force to be reckoned with!

What’s a poor girl and her sleep schedule to do!

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HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IK UR writING OTHER STUFF RN SO EEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS BUTTTTTTTTTT LIIKE I WANTED TO SHARE MY BRAINROT (idk if u do a/b/o so here's the warning my idea is weird and smutty and dark and if you don't like that or are uncomfortable please don't feel pressured to read further! I completely understand)

i cant get out the idea of being in an a/b/o universe where your rhysand's omega (but like in a pack way and you guys haven't done anything yet) and yk alphas are all about dominance and stuff so imagine one day you accidentally do something in front of cass and az and him like not obeying him to come to him when he asks and he just decides right then and there he needs to make u submit to him which leads to Rhys fucking u into submission Infront of azz and cass but like in a sweet 'i need u to obey me darling" way

anyways ur a great writer and I love ur werewolf works! hope my idea make u stay up at night thinking about it <333

I love getting fic requests! Sometimes I get too hyper focused on finishing a project that I forget to have fun with it and requests help get me out of my head, so send as many as you like! <3 (And yes this one literally kept me up last night thinking about it lmao)

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Claimed

Warnings: Possessive!Rhys, Dominate!Rhys, SMUT, Voyeurism, A/B/O dynamics.

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A blaring base rattles the windows, the cabin shaking under the heavy thrum of music from one of Azriel's club playlists. The sensual beat has the pack pushing the worn furniture in the living room up against the walls to make room for an impromptu dance floor. There's more than one pack here tonight, all cramming into the den for a monthly party that has an endless stream of booze and mirthroot that would put RIta's to shame. The pack likes to party and they don't like to do it alone.

Rhysand has rules in place of course. One: Visiting Alphas have to stay ten feet apart from each other, any hint of a fight equals immediate expulsion from this party and any other future event; usually this keeps the visiting packs in line--there are few places in Illyria that come with this much free booze and a chance for social climbing, they won't risk a misstep. Two: The upstairs bedrooms are off limits for everyone outside the pack; no one else's scent enters his domain. For it is his, and his alone. Don't let the fact that Azriel and Cassian are a rare pair of Alphas allowed to run with the pack fool you, the pack answers to Rhys and Rhys alone. And Third, and most important: Omegas are off limits.

You think he made this one specifically for you, and not just because Azriel had seemed surprised when it had been implemented, but because Rhys always made sure you were close by. You want a drink? Rhys grabs it from the fridge for you, making sure he's the only one that pops the lid off the bottle before it touches your hands. Want to dance? You have three acceptable partners: Amren, Mor, or Rhys. Cassian had asked you once, Rhys had nearly ripped out his throat in response. The poor Alpha had slept outside for a week afterwards.

Which would be an acceptable response if Rhys was your Alpha. If his claiming mark adorned your throat and you'd moved all your stuff into his room, getting your nest ready for your next heat. But he isn't. Yes, he'd found you in the Hewn City, about to be auctioned off like a breeding mare and saved you; had brought you into the pack and made you feel safe and welcome and cared for. All things you were a stranger to, especially without a price. He never asked anything of you. When that first heat had hit you he'd offered you some of his shirts to nest in and brought food and water to your door, but he'd never come in. Never touched you like you wished he would. He was the pack's Alpha, but he'd never claimed you as his Omega.

You've tried to make your peace with it, tried to tell yourself that he just doesn't want you like that, but then he comes up with these rules and gets defensive when anyone gets too close to you. It's infuriating! He can't have it both ways. Either he wants you as a pack mate, or he wants you as his mate. He can't have both.

You cannot take him trying to have both any longer! His scent drives you mad, makes the wolf within you whimper and preen, yearning to be touched and claimed and taken the way you sometimes think he wants to. Sometimes he looks at you like he plans to devour you whole and you'd happily lie down and bare your throat and body to him if only he would make a move.

You've decided tonight's the night. Your heat will be here soon enough. If he's not going to make a claim on you than he needs to let you find someone who will.

You know of course that it won't be Azriel or Cassian. They'd never dare make a move on you with Rhys as protective of you as he is. That doesn't mean you won't have a little fun with it.

You wait, let the night draw out, spending the first part tucked into Rhys's side like a good little Omega. He brings you cold beer whenever you ask, makes sure your part of every conversation he gets pulled into. Then you slip away to dance with Mor, the heavy thrum of the base a pulse that echoes in your veins as you sway and dance along with her. The Beta keeps her hands on your hips, always keeping a respectful gap between your bodies like she too is scared of what Rhys might do to her if she gets any closer. You feel his eyes on you like a brand the entire time.

You wait as long as possible to catch his eye, and feel yourself flush as that violet gaze drags over every inch of your body when you do. He takes his full lip between his teeth as he watches your hips sway to the beat. But he doesn't move away from the wall to come get you, just watches with laser focus to every movement your body makes.

You let him watch for awhile, intentionally shaking your ass when Mor spins you, or making sure you run your hands slowly over your chest when you know he's looking.

Still, he doesn't move to come get you.

So you move into the next phase of your plan. You're poking the beast by doing this. But you walk right up to where Azriel leans against the far wall, chatting animatedly with Cassian about some fight or another with as much confidence as you can muster.

"Need a new dance partner!" You declare.

Azriel shoots Cassian a look, dark brows raised underneath the thick curtain of onyx hair that falls into his face.

"You know the rules," Cassian says, waving a bottle in your face like a disapproving finger. "Go find Amren or Rhys."

You stick out your lower lip. "But I want to dance with you."

"How unfortunate, 'cause you're being summoned," Azriel retorts, gesturing with his chin to where Rhys stands in the kitchen, arms folded over his broad chest.

You can feel the disapproving glare from there, the heat in it making a shiver run down your spine. Rationally, you know that you should give up while you're ahead, but you need a decision to be made. You need to know if he wants you as badly as you want him.

You force yourself not to turn to look at him, your hands shaking as you say, "I don't see why he's being so intense about this. What's the harm? We're friends, aren't we?"

Azriel snorts in disbelief.

"Yes, we are friends," Cassian says tersely.

"Don't tell me you want something more than that, Cass?" You tease, batting your eyelashes at him with more confidence than you feel.

The Alpha's cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

"You're his," Azriel says gruffly, leaving no room for an argument.

You push your hair off your shoulder, fingers brushing over your unmarked throat. "I don't see a claim anywhere, do you?"

"Now you've done it," Cassian mutters, pressing himself flat against the wall like the old wood might open up and swallow him.

You've lost sight of Rhys in your peripherals, so when his hand suddenly locks around your exposed throat and yanks, you're woefully unprepared. His body is hard and warm against your back as he pulls you flush against his chest, breath hot as he brings his lips to your ear.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He growls.

You shiver under the dominance in his tone, under the sheer possessiveness in his touch. This is what you've wanted; this is what you've been waiting for.

"Just having a chat with the boys," you stutter. His hand is large enough that it encircles your throat like a necklace; he fits against you like it's right where he belongs.

"She asked us to dance," Azriel tattles and you shoot him a glare you don't really mean.

"You know the rules, Little One." His lips haven't left the spot next to your ear, mouth so close to where you want him to be. If he would only dip his head just a little and sink his fangs into your throat! He would be yours and you would be his and you would happily surrender to all these stupid rules if it meant you didn't have to question why he constantly left you in limbo about his feelings towards you.

"Maybe I just don't see the point to your stupid rules."

Cassian's eyes widen with a healthy enough dose of fear that your heart skips a beat in your chest.

His hand tightens just enough to make you gasp a little, a mirthless chuckle slipping past his lips. "What was that?"

"That's my queue to leave," Azriel says.

"No, stay. Want you here for this, Az," Rhys returns, but there is a lethal edge in his voice.

"Now, Darling, why don't you tell me exactly what you think about my stupid rules?"

You're in too deep now to get out of it. You swallow the lump in your throat, or try to, the pressure of his hand around your neck makes your head buzz. It's not like he hasn't let you cuddle up against him on the couch, hands tracing shapes into your skin, but he has never held you like this before. It's a heady sort of glee that fills your veins to finally have him touch you in a way that's more than casual. It makes thinking hard; makes that part of you that is so ready to submit rise to the surface. It is an effort to think past the white noise and find your voice. "I think..."

He knows your scent is changing, you can feel it in the way his chest presses into your back, body melding over yours. You're so damn tempted to rock your ass back into him, just to see what he would do to such brazen behavior.

"Go on, don't get shy now. You were so ready to bat those pretty little eyes at Cass a moment ago. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?" His hand slides up under your chin, tilting your head up so he can look at your face.

You're whole body trembles as you take him in, eyes so dark they're almost all pupil.

"Go on, say it." His voice is a deep, husky purr that makes your insides feel molten. The voice made for the gentle darkness of the bedroom, to be used as your bodies tangle in the sheets. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to think about the images that voice conjures, of all the things you would let him do to you if he asked in that tone.

You clench your thighs together unconsciously, trying to hide the sudden pool of wetness you feel spreading across your panties. He hasn't done anything at all, but you're so ready for him. So willing. You're practically shaking in his grip, your plans for the evening forgotten.

"I was just messing around," you mumble, confidence now lost. "Didn't mean it."

"Seemed like you meant it to me." He retorts. "Didn't it seem like she meant it, Az?"

"Sure did," he says.

You won't open your eyes to look at him, don't even want to think about how pathetic you look right now.

"Do you know what happens, when you break my rules, Omega?"

"I have an idea," you mutter.

"No," his breath dusts over your skin as his hand slides back down your throat, lips brushing over your jaw. It's not quite a kiss, but close enough that heat coils tight in your lower belly. "I don't think you have any idea what you've done."

A whimper slips out of you before you can bite it back down and that same mirthless chuckle rumbles through his chest as his lips dust over your throat. It's pure torture. Not the kiss you want but close enough to the real thing that you can pretend it is.

"Do you know why I have my rules in place?" He whispers.

"No," you whimper.

He nips teasingly at your earlobe. "To keep you safe. You know I want you to be safe, don't you, Darling?"

You'd nod if you could. "Mhm."

He scrapes his teeth along the tender skin beneath your jaw and you could honestly cry over how close he is to your scent glands, right where he needs to bite down to claim you.

"And there isn't an Alpha in here who hasn't thought about fucking you, you know that too, don't you?"

That's honestly news to you. If any of the visiting Alpha's had been paying you any attention, you hadn't noticed. None of them could compare to Rhys anyway.

"N-no," you stutter.

"See, that's why I had to make my rules," he continues, nose nuzzling against your scent gland now, taking in the smell of your budding arousal.

Now you're really shaking in his grip, thighs clenched so tightly together your muscles ache.

"Because I can't have anyone trying to take what's mine."

His. The heady swell of hope in your chest makes you just a bit bolder as you tilt your head back to try and look him in the eyes. This is what you'd been waiting for.

"But am I yours, Rhys?" You sound as small as you feel next to him.

His other hand has been pinning you in place by the hip, but it now trails slowly across your stomach, bunching up the minuscule skirts on your skin tight dress. His lips had been distracting, you don't notice until your flush with his hips just how hard he is behind you. His scent always feels overwhelming, but now it feels like the jasmine and citrus scent of him is seeping into your skin, trying to meld itself into your very being.

His hand drifts lower, parting your legs like there's no resistance, despite how hard you're still clenching them together. You let out a little gasp as his fingers glide over the embarrassing wet patch in your panties.

"You've always been mine," he growls. "From the moment I met you I knew."

The fact that Cassian and Azriel are watching does nothing to stop him from the slow, deliberate strokes he makes along your clothed core.

Pleasure licks it's way up your spine and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to find something to ground yourself in. When you try to close your legs, he uses his knee to part them further, growling as he nips a warning to behave into your neck.

"Then why haven't..." coherent thought is becoming harder and harder the longer you remain in his grip. Cauldron you're going to slip into subspace embarrassingly fast at this rate, your base instincts taking over. "Haven't you claimed me?"

His tongue laves over your scent gland, lips sucking a bruise into your skin. "Wanted you to be comfortable," he murmmers into your skin. "Wanted it to be because you wanted me, not because you were about to go into heat, but now you've gone and made a mess of things, haven't you, Darling?"

"Didn't mean to," you whimper.

"Yes you did," Cassian points out.

Your audience is irrelevant as long as he keeps that pressure between your legs. You're fairly sure if he would pull his hand away now he would be able to see just how wet you really are.

"'m'sorry," you whimper, words jumbling as he applies a little more pressure. Your hips roll on their own accord, chasing the friction of his hands. Cauldron you could cum just like this.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson," he tuts, but he despite the threat you hear in his tone, his fingers doesn't stop moving, he doesn't try and stop you from grinding against his hand, even though he very well could. Perhaps he's always indulged you a little more than he should. "But you will."

"I'll be good, promise!" This position is torture! You can't roll over and expose your throat to him like you should, can't spread your legs and invite him to take whatever he wants from your body. You're at his mercy, chasing his hand like a horny teenager and it's all wrong and muddled in your head.

"We're not going to have this conversation about following my orders again, are we?" He asks.

"No," you assure as his thumb catches the edge of your panties and drags them to the side so he can finally touch you.

The hand holding your throat pulls away so suddenly you fall forward, hands darting out to catch the wall so you don't collapse. Neither Azriel nor Cassian move to catch you, though their eyes seem glued to where Rhys' hand is between your legs.

"No, what?" Rhys growls, the hand no longer holding your throat coming down hard against your ass.

You yelp, the sound just barely covered by the blaring music. The visiting packs still dance and party around you, but you can't focus on anything other than the stinging in your backside and the heat of Rhysand's body so close to yours.

"No, Alpha," you squeak.

His fingers pulls away from your core and you could cry from the loss, but the tears stinging your eyes are the least of your concerns as he slides your panties down your legs, leaving the damp fabric gathered at your ankles. Your dress isn't long enough to hide your exposed flesh, especially not when Rhys pushes the fabric up to your hips to land another well placed blow to your backside.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep anyone from hearing you. "Say it like you mean it, Darling."

"Promise, I'll follow all your rules, Alpha!" You squeak.

Instead of another blow, he leans in close, the heat of his body seeping into yours as he presses a tender kiss beneath your jaw. "That's my, Omega."

You relax as you feel some of the tension slide from his body.

"And I know you'll keep that promise," he says in your ear. The music hides the sound of his zipper coming undone, but you feel the shift of him as he pulls away from you for a moment. "Because you know what happens when you obey me, don't you?"

He doesn't give you time to answer as he kicks your legs further apart. There's no time to think about it as the tip of his cock glides through the slick dripping down your thighs. Your mouth drops open, something between a moan and a squeak slipping past your lips as he pushes himself inside you. Your arms shake, hands firmly planted against the wall to try and maintain your balance. You try to rest your head against the worn wood, bracing yourself as he slides deeper and deeper inside you, but he grabs you by the throat again and pulls your head back so he can drag his teeth over your exposed throat.

You moan unabashedly now, the sound loud enough to be a scream.

He chuckles, the sound sweeter than the music shaking the house around. "Good Omegas get to cum."

You've lost count how many heats you've gone through over the years imagining how it would feel to have him inside you, none compare to this. Nothing, no toy, certainly not your own hands, could compare to the stretch of his thick length inside you. He takes you an inch at a time, lips nipping gently at your throat as he goes deeper than you thought possible.

"Fuck me," Cassian whispers, reminding you that he's there. "Look how she takes you."

You try to glance down at what they're seeing, but Rhys holds your chin in place, tutting disapprovingly in your ear when you try and fight him. "Now, now, just focus on me, yeah? This is as much a reminder to them that you're mine as it is to you."

He finally seats himself fully inside you, panting as he braces a hand against the wall to support himself. "Feel so good, Darling."

You lean your head back against his chest as he drags his hand down the wall to lace his fingers with yours, the gesture soft amidst the clear dominance in his every move. You're ready to surrender; you always have been but you've never been more aware of how naturally it comes to you until now.

"I'll be good," it's a chant, a prayer, chest heaving as you whimper and bare your throat best you can around his body as he leans over you. "I'll be your good Omega, promise!"

He pulls out tortuously slow, making sure you feel every inch of loss, until you're sure you'll feel empty forever. You're panting, breath rasping out of you, chest heaving as you babble and beg for him to come back, to fill you again. You think you might just promise anything to have him fully seated inside you again. Someone, you think it's Azriel, but you've lost the presence of mind to see either of the other males, laughs at your neediness. But Rhys merely kisses your throat tenderly before he slams himself back inside you.

You grip tightly to his hand, body jerking so quickly forward your chest brushes the wood of the wall.

He repeats the motion twice more, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your lower belly with each thrust.

"Rhys," you whimper.

"Gonna claim you later," he promises as your legs start to shake.

Heat licks up your spine, dances across your skin, you think you might be on fire with every bit of contact you have with his body. He is everywhere, filling all your senses.

"When we're alone and I can really take my time with you."

This isn't him taking his time? Your eyes roll back into your head, muscles tightening to the point of pain. He's so deep inside you, pace leisurely if not punishing. You can feel every thrust in your stomach, tip of his cock easily finding your cervix. You can barely breathe around each rough thrust back inside your dripping cunt.

"Please, Alpha," you whine. "Please, please!" You're so close.

He kisses beneath your jaw again, lips soft and gentle despite how he picks up his pace. "I think you've learned your lesson, Darling." His free hand slides down between your legs again, finding your clit with ease.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the coil in your belly tightens once more before it snaps entirely. You think you might be screaming his name, but you've lost control of your limbs, body going slack. His fingers leave your clit so he can catch you before you fall on your face, body limp as he pumps once, twice, three times more before his own release follows yours.

Even with all the white noise in your skull, the warmth of him inside you makes your base instincts preen. This is what you're made for; this is what you've been waiting months and months for.

You're caught between the wall and his chest, barely standing as he pulls himself out of you and hurriedly pulls his pants back up. "That's my girl!"

As soon as his zipper is back up, he's sweeping you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. "Did so good for me."

You nuzzle into his neck, dragging more of his scent over your skin, as if he hadn't already covered you in it.

"I take it this means you're not down to share?" Cassian asks, his voice sounding strained.

A growl rumbles through Rhys' chest. "I don't think you'll like my punishment for you quite as much as she did if you so much as look at her without my permission."

You giggle as you place a kiss to his throat. "Don't be such a grumpy Alpha, you know I only came over here because I wanted your attention."

"Mission accomplished," Azriel mutters.

Rhys kisses the tip of your nose as he leads you towards the stairs. "You could have just said so."

You find yourself grinning. All things considered, you're plan worked out flawlessly. "Where's the fun in that?"

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Labyrinth: Dizzy and Dehydrated

C1: Dizzy and Dehydrated | C2

Alpha!Feysand x Omega!Reader, Backrooms!AU

series masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Story Summary: You're out with your friends one night, celebrating finishing your finals, when suddenly you find yourself in a strange place, with no exit in sight.

Warnings: mild injury, slight horror (idk how actually scary it is lol), general backrooms vibes - also this WILL be an omegaverse story, but it has no effect on this first chapter

Words: ~3.8k

Author's Note: I hope you guys like this one! I'm sorry there's no update for The Afterthought yet, but I thought sooomething is better than nothing 🤷‍♀️ and I'm rlly excited about the backrooms vibes (and now it's omegaverse toooo ahhh) Lemme know what you guys think!! 🫶 Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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The night air was cool as you stepped out of the bar, your friends’ arms linked with yours as you began walking to your dorm.

The three of you had just finished your finals five hours ago, with three of those hours spent pounding shots and dancing together before you’d started feeling slightly dizzy.

So now the three of you were walking home, and thankfully you had your two friends to help keep you from stumbling.

Or that’s what you’d thought, until you reached a stoplight and they unlinked their arms from yours for a moment, the two of them locking hands and cheering over something that you hadn’t quite caught.

The walk light came on and you took your first step, then your second, but it wasn’t until your third that your stupidly high heel caught on an uneven patch of pavement, sending you tumbling towards the floor.

A flash of heat and pain ran through your palms and knees as you caught yourself, just barely keeping your head from bonking off of the pavement.

You expected to hear your friends giggling, and maybe their hands grasping your arms to yank you to your feet and get you out of the intersection.

What you didn’t expect…

Was silence.

You looked up from where you’d landed, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them a few times, confused.

Where…? Where were you?

Where were your friends?

Where was the bar you had just been inside?!

You had to be far more drunk than you’d thought, or maybe someone had slipped you something, and that was why you’d been so dizzy?

But none of it made sense, it wouldn’t make sense that you went from being in the middle of a well lit intersection…

To being in a bland, yellow corridor, completely alone.

You rolled off of your knees and onto your rear, taking stock of your injuries with your still-spinning vision. Your palms were completely wrecked, tiny rivulets of blood dripping from the ripped skin, down your wrists and forearms. And your knees… They were just as bad, a renewed sting with every movement, blood trickling down your shins.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked at the injuries, your lower lip wobbling. You sniffled and turned your eyes to your surroundings instead- surely you just tripped and got turned around or something, right? Maybe you stumbled through a door?

But there was nothing that resembled a door around you, just identical yellow walls for as far as you could see, with occasional breaks for other hallways to join to the one you were in.

You groaned loudly and fell back against the floor, wishing your hands were unharmed so you could pull at your hair. How had you managed to get so thoroughly lost?! The tears finally fell from your eyes, rolling into your hair as you let yourself cry for a couple minutes.

Until you heard a noise from somewhere behind you, your eyes flying open in fear as you bolted upright and looked behind you, only to see… Nothing different.

Great, I’ve been lost two minutes and I’m already paranoid and hallucinating, you groaned to yourself as you forced your body up, being mindful of the way pain bit at your knees with every movement.

As much as you’d like to lay down and cry for the rest of the night, you wanted to do it in your bed, not in this creepy hallway.

And to get to your bed, you needed to figure out how the hell you got here.

You flipped your head to the right, then the left, trying to decide which way you should go. You had fallen towards the side of the corridor now to your left so… Maybe you had come from your right?

A sigh left your lips.

Things couldn’t get much worse, could they?

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You’d been walking for what felt like hours now, your heels long since stripped off of your feet and dangling by their straps from your left hand. The floor beneath you was rough, but it was better than twisting your ankle for a fourth time, or god forbid spraining or breaking it while you’re stuck… Wherever it is that you’re stuck.

So far you’d come across no doorways, windows, or signs of life. Only other hallways that linked to the one you’d been following, with you only taking a turn when you had no other options. It was strange, how the walls and floors seemed clean enough of dust, and the hallways were all generously lit, with not a single lightbulb burnt out.

Surely you’d find someone soon, right?

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You estimated that it was two hours later when you felt it- a pair of eyes lingering on your back.

Or at least, you thought you did.

When you turned around, there was nothing there, nobody was watching you.

But you couldn’t shake that feeling, even as your pace began to slow, your adrenaline and alcohol fueled energy running out quickly, especially as your mouth started to feel dry.

Every few minutes you risked a glance behind you, just to be sure that you were alone.

Soon enough though, you needed to rest. Or at least sit, give your muscles a break for a couple of minutes. You kept your eyes searching for a small closet or cubby-like area for you to curl up in, but after another few minutes of the same smooth walls, you sighed and pressed your back to one of them, letting your body slide down it.

The concrete beneath you was cold, the short and thin material of your dress doing little to keep you warm in this confusing place. You laid your shoes next to you then stretched out, a yawn breaking from your lips as you did so.

Maybe… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, really, for you to take a quick nap? Then you would feel more refreshed, and ready to find your way home.

You’d close your eyes for a few minutes… Just a few minutes.

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You startled awake some time later, your body shaking from the cold. Your surroundings were so unfamiliar, so strange-

And it all came rushing back, how you’d been with your friends and then tripped, or something, and ended up in this yellow hellscape that had no exit.

Your head was pounding from your hangover, and you wishedyou had a glass of water to help with it.

As it was, you’d be lucky to get even a drop.

A few minutes passed with your head in your hands, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes. Eventually you forced yourself from the ground, grabbing your heels and dangling them from your right hand.

Your eyes darted between the two directions the hallway stretched into, and you thought that you’d come from the left… But you weren’t sure.

Everything looked the same.

You sighed and started walking to the right, hoping that you’d run across another person that could help you soon, or an exit if you were extremely lucky.

The concrete beneath you sucked all warmth from your feet as you walked, and walked, and walked. This place seemed to go on forever, though how that could be possible, you weren’t sure.

You’d been walking for a while, having passed at least a dozen intersecting corridors when you heard a scraping noise behind you. Instinctively you looked toward the noise, eyes going wide when they landed on a towering figure with decaying, leathery wings, the clawed tips of one scraping against the wall it was near. It let out a horrific screech when it noticed your gaze, a sound between metal shredding and a bloodcurdling scream causing you to freeze in your tracks.

Until it began running at you, it’s long limbs carrying it towards you quickly.

You let out a scream and began sprinting forward, running as quickly as you could for the next corner that you could run down, hoping beyond hope that there would be somewhere you could hide, or more turns to help you lose whatever the hell was chasing you.

Fear and adrenaline overtook you completely as you rounded the corner, only to be met with another long hallway, though you could see that it forked a ways ahead.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought to yourself as you risked a glance behind you, your heart stuttering when you saw the creature still following, though you might have gained a bit of ground on it.

You still had your heels clutched in your hand, so if it came down to it… Maybe you could jam one into each eye and kill the damn thing.

As though it wouldn’t be able to kill you the moment you were in shoe-using range.

Your lungs were beginning to ache as you closed in on the fork in the hallway, the sides of your calves burning as you kept pushing forward.

Which one, which one?

The fork to your left was brightly lit, though it looked to go on with no end in sight, or any breaks in the wall that you could see from here.

And the fork to the right was darker, almost like there was black smoke pouring from further down the hallway, and you could only see a few lights along the ceiling.

Almost anything could be lurking in there, even another of the disgusting creature chasing after you, with no sign of slowing, unlike your own body that was so unaccustomed to running for more than a few blocks.

The left it was, then.

You might die, but at least you would be able to see death coming for you.

You veered to the left as you hit the fork, staying close to the wall in hopes that the creature behind you was dumber than rocks, and decided to take the right fork instead.

Your eyes kept searching the walls in front of you, each pass hoping that you would find a small doorway, or crack to shove yourself into so you could let the monster pass by, and head in the opposite fucking direction.

You risked another glance over your shoulder, the creature still following behind you, almost at the fork in the hallway- its eyes were still locked on your form. So much for it being dumb as hell…

Your focus returned to the never-ending yellow walls and concrete stretching in front of you, your breathing ragged as your lungs burned from the effort of keeping you going.

There! There was a small break in the wall to your right, looking just big enough for you to wedge yourself inside, hopefully covering you from the monster’s sight. You flung yourself inside, squeezing between identical walls and going as far forward as you could into the opening.

You tried your best to slow your breathing and racing heart, keeping yourself from making too much noise as you were finally given a moment’s reprieve, even if you may still get eaten if the creature noticed where you had hidden yourself.

Time moved slowly as you waited to either hear the creature run past your hiding spot, or reveal itself in the small opening in front of you.

But neither came.

After what you would guess was ten minutes, ten whole minutes of fear flowing through your veins, you let out a breath of relief. Maybe… Maybe you had actually outsmarted the monstrosity? You waited another minute before you let yourself move, slowly peeling yourself from the corner you’d shoved yourself in, small steps carrying you to the break in the walls that you had slid through. It took you another minute to peek your head out, looking down both sides of the hallway, your eyes met only with yellow walls and concrete floors, no sign of the winged creature that had been following you.

A heavy breath left you, and tears welled in your eyes. Now that you were safe, however momentarily, you felt the overwhelming fear wash over you, and the pain of your now scraped raw feet. You slid to the floor and buried your face in your hands as you allowed yourself to sob for a minute.

You just didn’t understand. How was all of this happening to you?!

You may have been able to rationalize it as a drug trip last night, but today? Waking up, still in this place? It just didn’t make any sense to you.

But it had to be real, at this point. You just couldn’t fathom how.

Once your tears had slowed, you forced yourself to look at your surroundings again, noticing that to your left, where you’d come from, the hallway past the fork was darkened now, similarly to how the hallway you hadn’t taken had looked.

Weird.

You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the backs of your hands, and forced yourself to stand. Your feet were aching even more, now that they’d had a chance to rest and have no pressure on them, but you didn’t have much of a choice to rest, not with dangerous creatures on the loose.

Continuing onward in the direction you’d been going, a heel dangling from each hand, you winced with each step, waiting for your feet to go numb to the pain.

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You were starving, and parched beyond belief when you came across another break in the wall, deep enough for you to be out of sight while stretching out your legs.

Still, you’d seen no sign of human life, though you’d heard plenty of noises behind you that sounded suspiciously like footsteps, but whenever you’d looked, nothing was there. And you’d also had no luck in finding water or food, much to your dismay.

At this point, you might run out of strength before you found your way home, or at least outside again.

You let out a huffy breath as you turned on your side, using one of your arms as a pillow and bringing your legs to your chest. If you’d known you would be stuck in a never-ending series of corridors, you’d have worn a warmer outfit, or at least comfortable shoes.

Of course, you never would have guessed that you would be lost and alone, rapidly losing hope of finding your way to true safety.

You eventually drifted off, sleeping fitfully until you snapped awake.

Something was on you.

You looked down to see a… blanket? No, a cloak? A cloak, made of fur draped over your form.

Your eyes went wide as you looked around the nook you’d gone to sleep in, finding yourself alone, but… This was a concerning development.

Someone, or something had been in close quarters with you, and left something behind. The cloak had been placed carefully over you, it seemed, as it covered every part of you besides your head, keeping your body heat trapped against you nicely.

You shivered as you looked at the fur cloak, dread sinking into your bones.

Was something watching you?

You didn’t waste another minute as you stood, stretching your limbs and wincing as your feet lit up with pain, still raw and aching from your journey yesterday. You almost left the cloak behind… But without it, you were feeling the chill of your surrounding even more, and you were uncomfortable enough as it was without feeling cold.

So you wrapped the fur around your shoulders, letting the hood fall across your back as you fastened the smoothed fang of something into the hole cut through the other side of the cloak. It was a bit long on you, dragging along the floor as you walked and absolutely drowning you in the material, but you felt warm for the first time in a day and a half, or however long you’d been stuck here.

You still held your heels in your hand, as useless as they might be, just in case you needed to distract something, or try to fight back, or… Well, they were just a reminder that you had been having a perfectly normal night.

Your journey continued on sore feet as you left the nook you’d slept in, carrying on in the way you had been going before you slept.

The only changes in your surroundings had started late last night, as the walls began looking more and more decrepit as you went on, with square chunks taken out of the ceiling that made no sense, or holes in the wall that looked to go on the same as the intersecting corridors, never ending.

Today, you pace was even slower, the toll of not having any food or drink yesterday leaving you drained of energy and motivation to continue on, knowing that more likely than not you were going to rot in this endless yellow hellscape.

You took random turns, hardly paying attention to where you were going, and far more concerned with the footsteps that you continued to hear behind you, sounding closer than ever. Yet still, when you looked, there was no one and nothing there.

Your mind had to be playing tricks on you at this point, between the dehydration and absurdity of the situation you were in. You hardly looked back to check behind you now, it was only when you remembered the sheer surge of terror that the horrific monster that had chased you had caused that you dared to look, shaking your head when every time, you were met with the same empty hallway that you had just walked through.

Soon, though, you came across something that had hope blooming in your chest.

Plants.

There was a patch of wall ahead of you that had a green, leafy vine crawling across it, dotted with clusters of little berries. Your mouth watered as you approached the plant, a hand reaching out to grasp the vine and pluck the berries from it, only for the plant to turn to ash at your touch.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to pick another cluster, only for the same thing to happen, green life turning to gray death in your hold. Tears pricked your eyes as you tried the last cluster, your fingers just managing to grasp a berry before it, too, turned to ash under your touch.

“Fuck!” You yelled, your frustration getting the better of you as tears trickled from your eyes. You needed those berries, the water they held.

But you were left with nothing, hope turning to ash in your chest as you turned away from the wall, slowly walking away.

You made yourself keep walking, even as you wondered what the point was. You’d been trying for the better part of two days now to find your way out of here, with no sign of progress or a reason to believe that you would ever leave this place.

Eventually you grew tired enough that you found yet another small nook to curl yourself into for the night, your cloak wrapped tightly around you as you curled into a ball, letting yourself sob quietly as you fell asleep.

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You awoke with a start, your heart hammering as you shot up from the floor.

There was nothing out of the ordinary - well, the new ordinary - around you, except…

A pair of slippers, made of matching fur to the cloak you were wrapped in.

You blinked at the shoes, dumbfounded as to how they were in front of you. Something had to be following you, at this point.

But you were too tired and exhausted to care, seeing as whatever it was had only been near you while you were sleeping. Though you supposed that you should care more with that being the case but…

Again, tired and exhausted.

Your throat ached with each breath you drew into your lungs, your stomach clenching painfully around nothing as you pulled the soft slippers over your wounded feet, sighing at how nice the material felt against them.

You made yourself stand on shaky legs, your vision swirling in front of you as you braced your hands on a wall, steadying yourself. A deep breath in, and out, and you determined that you could go on. You bent to grab your heels, letting them dangle by the straps from your left hand as you left your little alcove.

Walking was a slow process today, your muscles protesting against every movement, lungs burning with each inhale and exhale.

Surely today would be the day, wouldn’t it? You’d been down here for almost three, with no water at all. And if it wasn’t water, well, if anything like that creature stumbled across you again, you would be done for.

Your eyes welled with tears as you wallowed in your misery, wishing that you would wake up in your bed with an extremely bad hangover, safe and sound.

But that didn’t happen.

No, instead, you were left to walk and walk, taking whatever turns presented themselves to you as you took yourself further in the labyrinth of nearly identical hallways, all of your energy draining into the cold concrete and yellow walls that surrounded you.

You reached a point that you could hardly walk, your joints locking up as your lungs struggled to draw in breath, and you allowed yourself to slide down against a wall, telling yourself that you would rest for only a few minutes, and then you would start moving again.

Just a few minutes, you whispered to yourself as you pulled the fur cloak in against you tightly, your head leaning back against the wall.

Your breathing was heavy as you began to drift off, jolting awake every so often and looking around, only for your eyes to fall shut again, your body desperate for any rest it could take.

Your eyes fluttered open once more, this time met with a sight that had you wide awake in an instant.

A winged man, clawed talons extending from the joints of the black leather, similarly to the monster you’d run from before, his violet eyes burning brightly, even from across the hallway. Your eyes went wide, flicking between the man and a woman, stood to his right. She had no wings, but her blue eyes glowed brightly, dangerously, as they stayed locked on your form, unblinking.

Heart in high gear, you attempted to stand from your spot on the ground, only to collapse back to where you’d been sitting as your legs gave out, a groan of pain slipping from your lips.

In an instant, the two were in front of you, faster than you could comprehend. Your body was pressed tightly to the wall, and you flinched at every movement that they made.

The woman extended a hand towards you, her palm cupping your cheek and following as you moved away from her touch, only to have your other cheek pressed into the man’s hand.

What the fuck is happening?

You didn’t have long to contemplate it before your vision went dark, your last sight being that of two sets of glowing eyes, staring down at you with… Worry?

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[separatist-apologist]

can't imagine why i thought of you when i saw this

https://twitter.com/memetazaa/status/1750372420525887764/

I'll be working this into my parody immediately

[strange-birdy-me]

Love Anton he's a good alpha.

What We Do in the Shadows (2014) feat. Anton trying to herd cats his pack

Do you smell that? Werewolves. Oh no.

[heyitspizzaking]

Ms. Sakura Street Fighter

[therealmissmagoo2]

The Sims 4 - Elain Archeron (11.18.24 Edit)

From the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas **Spoilers** Age: 23 Species: Fae (cauldron turned), Human (formerly) Powers: Seer

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Elain x Lucien 🌸🦊

Elain x Azriel 🌸🦇

Archeron Sisters 🔥🌸✨

[jules-writes-stories]

What’s Mine by @azsazz

Eris x Rhys x Reader

Alpha/Omega Dynamics

Need some inspiration on where to take the prompts? Why not let some reading jumpstart your creative energy?

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Feysand

fall on me like night (every time) by @thesistersarcheron

So This is What Heaven Feels Like by @starfall-spirit

Then Eat. by Ashtroknot

Too Sweet by @whatishowedyouinthedark

Unexpected by lnp323

You All Over Me by @rosanna-writer

Gwynriel

Get Off by VikingMagic_33

I’m Just Gonna Call You Mine by Darceygemie

Not Hers by LoveL

Sensation and the Scent of Waterlilies by @ofduskanddreams

Elriel

Claimed by elainsroses

One Bright Morning by @thesistersarcheron

Azris

like falling stars, we’re destined to burn by @ofduskanddreams

Gwynthan

Make Me Yours by @headcanonheadcase

Multiple Ships

A Court of Alphas and Omegas by Buffy Books

Polyamory

Spring Showers by FelixFaeWild

Azriel x OC

Azriel’s Human Omega by TwoTimeBootShine

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