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throneofsapphics · 5 months

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Hello how are you Irene??? I hope you’re well you amazing thing!

If you’re a still taking requests, could I please ask for Rhyzriel and a sick or injured reader? Gimme that hurt/comfort trope badddddd 😂😂😂

Love you and your work!! ❤️❤️

horrible timing

Rhyzriel x Reader

Summary: Rhys and Azriel come home, finding you injured.

Warnings: injury, mentions of blood

A/N: thank you so much <3 I’m doing well! I hope you’re having a great day !

It was stupid, really, how you ended up in this situation. Falling up the stairs, mother above. You’d deserve any teasing coming your way. Gritting your teeth, trying to drag yourself up and yelping. Something was broken, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You chanted as many curses as you could, like that might alleviate some of the pain currently shooting up and down your leg. Daring a look down, you saw - nope, and tilted your head back up to the ceiling.

Running the stairs in the House of Wind. Cassian’s idea. Now, you were stuck on step one-thousand something, both Rhys and Azriel out in Illyria, and Cassian upstairs. Maybe he’d come looking for you if you didn’t return.

After a few minutes of careful breathing, you realized you’re the only one who can get yourself out of this situation. Miserable, this was misery in it’s prime. Given the situation, you figured some dramatics are acceptable.

Palms pressing against the stone, you winced as your upper body took on the brunt of your weight, alternating each push with a yell - as if someone might hear.

Maybe twenty stairs, and you were already exhausted - your head swirling, nausea creeping in. You pinched your cheek, now is a horrible time to fall asleep.

Rhys couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but he knew something was wrong. Off. He and Azriel were due back that night, and the only thing getting him through dealing with the Devlon was the knowledge you’d be waiting there for them. Maybe awake with a book, or a cup of tea, waiting for them, cuddled in a blanket.

Rhys, Cassian’s panicked voice came through, faint with the distance.

What? He questioned, panic starting to rise in him. It took minutes for the reply to come back.

She’s hurt. Fuck. Devlon was still pattering about something insignificant.

“There’s something we need to deal with,” he said coolly, hiding his panic, and held an arm out to Azriel. “We’ll be back.”

Azriel followed his lead without question, and he dropped them into the sky just above the house of wind, flying the rest of the way in.

The first thing he scented was blood. Your blood. Then your fear, and a hint of your pain.

Apparently someone heard your yells, or realized something was wrong, because you awoke laid out on a couch, Cassian crouched next to you.

“Don’t look,” he advised. “Mor’s getting Madja. They’re on their way.”

Relief filled you, mostly that they, meaning Azriel and Rhys, were on their way.

“I’m an idiot,” you grumbled.

“We've all been here,” he chuckled, “how did this happen?”

“Will you keep it a secret?”

His mouth tilted up at the corners, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I promise.”

“I fell up the stairs.”

Laughter, and then rapid footsteps. Cassian backed up, clearing the way, and Azriel and Rhys were there in seconds, a blink and they’d crossed the room, even though they couldn’t winnow in here.

Rhys’s hands ran over your face, panicked, and paled when he saw your leg. “I wouldn’t look,” you said a bit weakly.

The pain started coming through again, the tiny relief of adrenaline wearing off. You vaguely heard Mor telling them Madja’s on her way, but pain encompassed every inch of your being. Flaring through your nerves, flooding your senses, vision, screaming at you, taking over every sense, and black greeted you, unconsciousness tugging you back under.

Complex break. A week to heal. Take it easy.

Fragmented phrases came in, your vision blurring in and out. Head tilted, a tonic poured down your throat, your body too weak and limp to try and protest. Gods, it was nasty.

When you came into full consciousness, you were awake in your bed. Clean, changed, and tucked into cozy blankets and pillows. A hum of content left your throat, not unlike a purr.

Clattering against wood. Peeking your eyes open, Azriel had dropped a dagger on the dresser, a sharpening stone still in his other hand. You gave him a weak smile, and he crossed the room in a few powerful strides, sitting next to you on the bed, clutching your hand like a lifeline.

Cold, your hand was cold, even in the absolutely boiling room. His was warm against you, scarred skin brushing the cold away, his thumb running soothing strokes over the back of your hand.

Azriel didn’t say anything, only looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time again, memorizing every inch of you.

“Hello,” you said quietly, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“Hello,” he replied, brushing some of the hair away from your face.

The door quietly opened, Rhys sliding in.

“You could’ve told me she’s awake,” he hissed at Azriel, shoving him off the bed, taking his place next to you. The other male grunted, pinning Rhys with a look that promised vengeance. He didn’t notice, only running his hand up and down your cheek.

“How do you feel?”

You wiggled your fingers, and they felt heavy, like you were trying to push against something. The same thing with your toes, but … there was some kind of hard bandage wrapped around your left shin and calf. Kicking your other foot, you started trying to push down the blankets. Rhys picked up on it, and much more gently tugged them the rest of the way down. Sure enough, thick bandages covered the entire area. But … you couldn’t feel any of the pain, everything was numb.

“Numb,” you’d come across the right word.

“That would be the tonic,” he said dryly.

Azriel was still glaring at him, and you caught his eye, patting the mattress on your other side. They could share. Still silently seething, he settled on your other side, looping his arm around your shoulders.

“How did this happen?”

“Cassian didn’t tell you?”

“He refused,” Rhys answered. “Said you asked him to keep it a secret.”

A small laugh, “I forgot about that.”

“How did this happen?” Azriel repeated himself, not seeming quite happy to do it.

“Your shadows didn’t tell you?” you teased. It was rare you knew something he didn’t.

Put him out of his misery, Rhys said to your mind, he’s been trying to figure it out for days.

Days, you’d been out for days.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“Never, darling.”

A slow exhale, and you leaned into Azriel, his arm tightening around your shoulders.

“I fell up the stairs,” you mumbled, burying your face into his side. Neither replied, but you felt his chest moving - a barely concealed laugh. You pinched his side, but he didn’t react. “I told you not to make fun of me,” you said a bit louder.

“We haven’t said anything,” Rhys moved closer, voice laced with amusement.

“You’re laughing.”

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acourtofmarvels · 5 months

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Comfort - Cassian Pt.2

Part 1

Warnings: none. cuteness overload :D

*35 years later*

"Cassian can you please take your feet off the table? We eat there." I smacked his leg and took a seat beside him to eat lunch.

He groaned and obeyed, putting his feet on the ground. "Gimme a bite." He pointed to the sandwich I had just made. I haven't even taken a bite of it yet.

"You just ate like, 3 minutes ago." I took a bite of my sandwich, glaring at him. I swear he is always hungry.

"Yours looks better than mine," he whined like a child.

I looked over at Azriel who was sitting across from us. He'd already finished his lunch and was reading a book at the table.

"Azriel did you not give the dog a treat after lunch?" Azriel lifted his eyes from his book, humor in them.

"That was rude," Cassian replied.

"Let the girl eat her lunch in peace," Azriel defended me, going back to his book.

I stuck my tongue out at Cassian and then took another bite of my sandwich. He was glaring at me but I could see the mischief behind his glare. I'm in trouble.

"Ask the house to-" I stopped my sentence. The air grew cold and eerie. Still, everything went so very still.

Azriel and Cassian felt it too, sitting up straight in their chairs. Something was different. We could all feel it.

There was a thud from the balcony. As if something jumped onto it, or someone landed on it.

Azriel and Cassian stood up simultaneously, grabbing their weapons. Their siphons glowing as they listened around.

Who the hell just landed at the House of Wind? No one can get up here unless they have wings. The Illyrians wouldn't dare to step foot up here. It can't be Mor, she's suppose to be in the Hewn City all day.

Azriel's shadows swirled around him, informing him of whatever just entered our house. My heart plummeted as I saw the color drain from Azriel's face.

"What's wrong? Who's here?" I shot to my feet. I was almost tempted to grab one of the daggers at Cassian's hip. If Azriel was scared then-

"I was expecting some open arms, not swords and daggers."

I don't think I ever turned around so quickly in my life.

Rhysand. Rhys. My brother. He's home. He's here, he's alive.

My knees buckled and I would have fallen to the ground if Cassian had not caught me.

My hand covered my mouth, silencing the sob that escaped me, tears poured out my eyes.

I beat Cassian and Azriel to him first, wrapping my arms around his neck so tightly. I held on for life, afraid this was a dream and the second I let go he would be gone. But I could feel him, smell him. He's here, home.

His arms stay wrapped around me as I placed my hands on his face, looking him over.

"Are you hurt?" I didn't dare ask if he was okay. How could he ever be okay from what ever torture she put him through?

"I'm alright," he replied. No signs of injury or bruises. But he was so very pale. Years away from sunlight would do that to you.

"I can't believe you are here." I wiped the tears from his cheeks, he did the same to me.

I wrapped my arms around him once more, kissing the top of his head a few times.

I didn't want to let him go but I know Azriel and Cassian would want their time with him.

The second I stepped from his embrace Cassian replaced me, literally picking Rhys off the floor and spinning him around.

"If you do not put me down I cannot promise that I will not puke on you," Rhys's laugh sent warmth through my body. I never thought I'd hear that again.

It didn't feel real. The days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and the fact that Rhys was here still felt like a dream.

Amarantha was dead. Feyre saved us all, Rhys's mate. Rhys's mate... He has a mate. Who's marrying someone else. He showed us her. Showed us all she did. His face lit up telling us the story about her killing the wyrm.

It's been 3 months and I am savoring every last bit of it.

***

"You're different, sister." Rhys stared at me from across the room. He sat at his desk as I lounged in the chair in his bedroom. We did this often. This was where we always had our deep talks or hashed things out if we were upset. He would do work at his desk and I would occupy my time in the chair by reading or writing.

"I'm happy. You're finally home." I looked up from the hat I was knitting, another thing I picked up in the 50 years he was gone.

The smile faded off his face as he looked down at his hands. "Mor told me..."

"Whatever she told you, is in the past. Everything is good, now you're home. I'm good, I promise." Though I looked away from him I could feel the guilt in him from across the room. "Enough with the sadness, please."

"Fine, you don't want to talk about it. I'll respect that. Is there anything you do want to talk about?" His voice was hinting. There's no way he knows. We haven't.... well not since he got back. That was my decision.

"Like what?" I didn't dare look up at him.

"Hey, you guys down for Rita's tonight?" Gods his timing was the worse. Of course Cassian had to come in and interrupt now.

Rhys and I made eye contact. He had a stupid smirk on his face. He knew... How did he know?

"Cass, please join us. We were actually just about to have a chat." Rhys pointed to his bed for Cassian to take a seat.

Cassian went to take a seat, completely oblivious to the situation. "No, leave." He froze in his spot, looking at Rhys and me confused.

"Cassian, take a seat. As your High Lord, I order you." I could smack that stupid smug smile off his face.

"You can't do that." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Pulling this High Lord card... I should smack him up side the head.

"Can and just did, sit."

Cassian took and seat and glanced between at Rhysand and I, who were having a stare off.

"Cassian..." Rhys began, now looking at him. Cassian was trying to play it cool but I noticed the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, no doubt my brother could hear it too. "Are you sleeping with my sister?"

"Oh my gods, really Rhys?" I shot up from my seat. I felt the lie on my tongue, "Cassian and I are not-"

"We're together, yes. We have been for a while now. We take care of each other, watch out for one another. You can be mad at me, beat the shit out of me but I don't give a fuck." Cassian stood back up, no longer looking at Rhys but now me. "400 years I have loved her. 35 years I have been utterly, hopelessly in love with her."

Silence all around. I was shocked he admitted that right away. I mean we were caught, it was gonna be hard to lie to him. Cassian was standing up for us and here I was gawking like a complete idiot.

"Cassian and I are mates," I admitted to my brother nervously, but proudly. "I am madly in love with him. We wish to be mated and married but only with your permission."

That smirk had faded from my brothers face the minute Cassian spoke. His face was blank of emotion and he was silent for a while.

"This is not what I was expecting." He spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked mad but he was silent again for a while. "Fine. You have my blessing. But I'm still kicking your ass for hitting on my sister." He stood up a punched Cassian in the shoulder and then came and wrapped his arms around me which automatically relaxed me.

He placed his hands on either sides of my face, forcing me to stare into his eyes. The eyes we shared from our father.

Are you sure? He spoke to me in my mind. My shields were down for him the second he wrapped his arms around me.

I nodded and replied to only him, I've never experienced this type of happiness before.

His face softened as a single tear rolled down my face, and he wiped it away. He was always the one to wipe away my tears. He placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away.

"Just don't show it around me," he shivered and I rolled my eyes.

"Rhys I'd like to request some time off work," Cassian said with a smirk, looking me up and down.

"I hate this already. Get out of my face." He waved us off.

Cassian held his hand out to me which I gladly took as we ran out of Rhys's room. The second we were out of earshot, to spare Rhys, Cassian's hands and lips were all over me.

"I'm never waiting that long ever again. It was pure torture not to kiss you, to hold you, to touch you," Cassian growled in my ear.

"I know, I'm sorry." I brought his lips back to mine. "Never again."

"Are we doing this?" He whispered, out of breath.

"Meet me at the cabin in an hour." I stepped out of reach from him, a big smile on my face.

"An hour?" He groaned.

"One hour and then... you'll have me for eternity." I stepped forward and kissed his lips once more, in a slow and achingly long kiss. "I love you. One hour." Then I winnowed away.

A/N cute little ending :) hope you guys liked it!

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kitkathatesu · 1 year

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𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader + Eddie/Steve

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: ❕SMUT❕18+ only pls!! Use of she/her pronouns, drug use, degradation, dom!Billy, sub!reader, voyeurism, slight cucking, fingering (f receiving) overstimulation, short and filthy

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Billy dominates reader in front of Eddie and Steve to show them how much power he holds, and knowing that their eyes are glued to her as she falls apart in Billy’s arms only makes it better. Because only 𝗵𝗲 can make reader feel this good.

᪥♢𒊹༄♢𒊹༄♢᪥

After School you and Billy head straight back to his place, more so Neil’s place, but you never see him much. He’s always working, so you’ve got the house to yourselves most of the time. Sitting around watching your favorite films and eating popcorn while Max and El head to the mall with Lucas and Mike. It’s part of your daily routine, and you’ve gotta admit.. Being alone with Billy every day is not only the most fun you’ve had in years, it’s also the most intense relationship you’ve ever been in. And even though you enjoy every second you can get with him, today you’re feeling more than just sex and screen time.

“What’sa matter baby?”

Billy quizzes you, tugging at your waist with his free hand as you’re sat on the couch beside him. Pressing his face against your cheek to further pry an answer out of you, he gently grazes your skin with his teeth causing a loud giggle to echo out into the room.

“Nothing, today’s just kinda stale ya know? I feel like there’s other things we could do.”

You tilt your head to the side, throwing an arm over Billy’s lap forcing him to pull back and look at you. Immediately shooting him those puppy dog eyes he can’t resist, he lets out a long sigh. His fingers coursing through those messy curls that lay perfectly on either side of his head, leaning himself back against the couch. His white cut off shirt showing off just how toned his arms are as he stretches one over the back of the couch behind you, keeping the other one wrapped around you.

“Let’s do something fun.” You say with a soft voice.

“Whad’dya mean doll face? You telling me this isn’t fun?” He scoffs. A smug grin playing across his lips, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Of course it is, but I think I know something that’ll make it better. Gimme just a sec.”

You quickly jump from Billy’s grasp making your way into the kitchen, pulling your shorts down a bit as they seem to always ride up your thighs when you wear them. Dialing Eddie’s number first, you declare that his services are required at the Hargrove household. MORS code for “I need some flower.” And you don’t have to say much else, he’s on his way. Then you dial Steve’s number directly after, letting him know that there will be a fat sack of green waiting for him if he comes to hang out with you. Besides, you haven’t seen either of them in a hot minute. It’d be good to catch up!

You stand there for a moment, slight excitement running through your body realizing that three of your favorite people will be in the same room. Billy’s shadow suddenly overlapping yours on the wall in front of you that’s lit up with bright beams of sunlight.

“Miss me that much?” You chaff. His arms snaking around your waist once more, warm lips pressing small kisses along the crook of your neck and up to your jawline. His hands wandering your body selflessly as you take in the scent of his cheap cologne.

“You gonna tell me why you were on the phone when I could’ve already had my way with you?” He all but grunts into your ear.

That raspy tone in his voice sending chills down your spine like always, making you smile to yourself and turn to face him. Those bright blue eyes pulling you in and trapping you there like you’d stepped in cement, all you can do is wrap both of your arms around his neck. One of his hands slowly tracing down the arch of your back, and over your shorts. Gripping underneath your ass to pull you up into him, his lips attaching to yours in a hungry kiss.

“Well..” You say between pecks, trying to choke out a few words as his tongue fights for entrance to your mouth.

“I called Eddie for some smoke, and-“ Billy chuckles darkly, cocking an eyebrow upward as his arms leave your waist and now drape over his stomach. Gaze fixated on yours, burning through you like flame put to paper.

“And what?” Billy asks, demeanor changing almost instantly.

“I also invited Steve.” You squeak, hand darting into the ends of your hair that’s sitting just below your collarbone. Finger looping the loose strands nervously as you watch his facial expression distort into something you can’t quite explain.

“Ah, so you invited Harrington huh?” Billy clears his throat, the sides of his mouth curling up into a cat like grin as his eyes dart to the floor. He doesn’t say anything, just pushes past your small frame, walking back towards the living room. His hand reaching out to tap your shoulder twice.

“This’ll be real fun.” He mumbles out. A wave of anxiety rushing over you, causing you to trip over your own feet as you follow behind him.

Him and Steve are by no means friends, or even acquaintances. But since he’s coming along with Eddie you know Billy will at least tolerate it, especially since he’ll be buzzed the whole time. But Billy is also possessive, and very ego driven. He sees any other man in your life as competition, which means he’ll do 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 to prove that you’re his, even if it’s a little off the walls.

᪥♢𒊹༄♢𒊹༄♢᪥

Fast forward about an hour later. Eddie screeches up the road in his Corroded Coffin van, Steve in the passenger seat hanging his head out the window to hopefully catch a glimpse of you. Metallica’s For Whom The Bell Tolls blasting as they pull into Billy’s driveway causing you to come running outside to greet them, your denim shorts riding up your thighs again. You’re slow on your feet as you try to pull them down nonchalantly, Steve’s eyes meeting yours with a bright smile stretched across his face.

“Hey legs, been a minute!” He howls out to you. Billy standing about a foot or two away from you pressed against his Camaro. Cigarette hanging from his lips, eyebrows furrowed as he watches both boys hop out onto the pavement. He’s definitely not happy with the remark Steve let slip, but for your sake he keeps his mouth shut.

“Well hello there pretty girl.” Eddie says, avidly jogging up to you with a baggy in hand. Steve following alongside him.

Billy pushes himself off his Camaro, the look in his eyes making you a bit weary as his face never leaves theirs while making his way over to you. He brings a hand up to tightly wrap around your waist, squeezing it between his fingers while Steve and Eddie stand there in an awkward stance.

“Y’all come here to smoke, or gawk at my girl?” Billy spits, giving your waist another good squeeze. The one signal he has set just for you to know that he’s not the happiest camper, and is about to do something stupid because he doesn’t like what’s going on.

After all, Steve and Eddie have both seemed to be crushing on you since about Junior year. So you can’t really blame Billy for being somewhat defensive, but they are your friends and you only want to have a good time. You’d rather not have to clean up the mess after Billy decides it’s time to fight for something as small as a flirty comment.

“Alright alright.” You sigh, nudging him with your elbow.

“Let’s head to the backyard, it’s nice and peaceful back there. No one should bother us.” You smile, taking Billy’s hand in yours as you turn on your feet to lead the way.

You hear what sounds like muffled words behind you, knowing that it’s most likely Steve making small gestures to Eddie about you. All you can do is hope and pray that they’d be smart enough not to let Billy hear what you can’t make out. So you continue on till you get to the squeaky screen door, and Billy grabs your hips out of nowhere, and pushes you out onto the small strip of pavement. Causing you to stumble slightly, his fingers slip into the belt loops on either side of your shorts, and with one quick movement he’s turned you around so that you’re facing both Eddie and Steve.

“She’s a dime boys, that’s for sure.” Billy purrs directly into your ear as he places his chin on your shoulder, eyes glued to them as his fingers stay tightly laced into the loops on your shorts.

Billy’s comely face in your peripherals, you can’t help but notice that same odd expression he’d given you earlier making another appearance. You still can’t put your finger on what exactly is going on inside his head, but it probably isn’t good and it turns your stomach with anxiety.

You’re swiftly ripped from thought as he yanks hard on the small denim coils causing you to gasp, motioning you to sit down directly where you stand.

Eddie is already stretched out across from you, small black tray sat in his lap as he twists up a pinky sized joint. Steve’s body reclined against an old metal toolbox that Neil’s had sat outside for some months rusting away to nothing at this point.

You plop down onto the hard ground beneath you, Billy’s chest now pressed against your back. His callused hands resting on the tops of your thighs as your legs lay partially spread across the warm asphalt.

“Done!” Eddie shouts, holding up the joint he’s so clearly proud of between three fingers. Steve chuckling to himself, clapping for him like some teenagers at a Homecoming game.

“Good, spark it up Munson. Let’s get to buzzing before I change my mind.”

Billy exclaims, his words hanging in the air as his hands climb higher up your legs. His fingers gently pressing into your inner thighs. Rubbing random patterns into them with his thumbs, causing your cheeks to flush a dark shade of red.

The anxiety you were feeling earlier slowly starting to turn into regret, because he knows little things like this turn you on. And if you wouldn’t have called Eddie and Steve, you could’ve had his fingers buried inside you rather than teasing you in front of two of your best friends.

Eddie places the joint in his mouth, shielding it with one hand while he lights it with the other. Taking a long drag before reaching it out to you first.

You sit up so that you’re not completely confined to Billy, trying your best to keep composure as you grab the joint and bring it up to your mouth. But he pulls you right back into him. This time his hand reaches around your throat, causing you to let out a small whimper. Taking the joint into his fingers, he pulls it directly out of your mouth and holds it above your slightly agape lips.

“Hit it real slow, don’t stop until I tell you.”

Billy’s voice soft and sweet but coated in lust, you now know what’s been on his mind. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡. That primal need to challenge others has taken over, and you know that this is just the beginning of what you can only assume is your punishment for not giving yourself over to him.

You watch as Eddie and Steve shoot each other a glance, Billy’s hand still wrapped around your throat while you lay there against him not sure of what to do or how to feel. You go to say something but it’s replaced with a breathless sigh as his grip tightens, fingers pressing deeper into the sides of your throat blocking off proper air flow.

“C’mon baby, we don’t wanna disappoint our guests now do we?”

He asks, his eyes dark with desire as he lowers the joint between your lips. Loosening his hold on your pulse points as his words travel through your body like electricity. A new feeling starting to rise up, one you’ve never felt before. And instead of pushing it down, you allow it to wash over you as you realize that whatever is going on here, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 of you are enjoying it.

So you take the hit, and blow it out real slow as Billy’s signature smirk engulfs his features. Pausing a minute to take a hit himself, before handing it over to Steve. He focuses his attention back onto you.

“Good girl.”

He chuckles, glinting over at Eddie and Steve as he removes his hand from your throat. Now placing his fingers on both sides of your face. Moving your head all around, squishing your cheeks together as if to show you off to them in some smart ass way.

“Ain’t she the prettiest when she does what she’s told?”

You begin to squirm again, glimpsing over at the boys you once looked at so innocently. Their faces flushed, eyes glazed over at the sight of your shorts rolled so far up your thighs that they’re pressing into you.

It’s making you ache, the thought of them seeing you so vulnerable and desperate. It’s dirty and off putting but you can’t help but relish in the the moment. Even though you’ve been friends with them for so long, you can’t act as if you’ve not enjoyed the attention from them. All three boys so attractive in their own ways, it’s hard not to let your mind wander to places it normally wouldn’t.

All the filthy things flashing through your mind is driving you crazy, causing your thighs to unconsciously try and clamp together, searching for any kind of friction. But Billy notices almost instantly and brings a harsh smack down onto both of your legs. Tsking through his teeth.

“I don’t think so slut.” He hisses, wrapping both of his hands around the tops of your knees. Putting just enough pressure on them to where you can’t move.

“Don’t go getting greedy on me. That’s not what good bitches do, is it?”

The mix of praise and degrading words being spat into your ear as you lie there helpless are making you feel like you’re melting. Skin hot to the touch as Billy’s fingers slip into the bend of your knees, and pull them up towards your chest. Forcing them to stay there. Daring you to move.

“Billy.. Please-“ You whine, words beginning to crack in your throat as Steve cuts you off. He starts to stand up and say something to Billy, but he is instantly met with Billy all but shouting at him to sit back down.

Steve’s mouth hangs open, glancing to Eddie as he slowly sits back down. Placing his head into his hands for a moment before bursting out with, “What exactly are you trying to prove Hargrove?”

Billy completely avoids the question. Sadistic laughter filling in the infelicitous silence that had been there a second before.

“You see this?” Billy banters. Replacing his hands with one of his forearms, still holding your legs to you. Your brain starting to feel like it’s short circuiting as the pads of Billy’s fingers start to outline the crease where the shorts are sitting pressed into your core. The fluffy print of your pussy on display for everyone to see.

“This is mine to use.” He pauses, glaring at both of them with a devilish grin plastered on his face. Making sure their attention is on him as his fingers continue to gently glide up and down your pussy through the tough fabric that’s still straining against you. A little wet spot starting to form right in the middle as you grind your hips thoughtlessly into his hand. Every nerve in your body feeling like it has been set on fire.

“You cucks think it’s fine to sit and fuck her with your eyes, or whisper back and forth like a couple bitches at a sleepover about how bad you wanna get into her pants. So.. I’m gonna show you why that’ll never fucking happen.”

His words have your head spinning, not knowing whether to try and fight this or let it happen. Mind telling you no, but the throbbing between your legs screaming yes as you’re sat writhing from desperation. It’s becoming unbearable.

Steve is speechless, he doesn’t say a word. But the look of pure confusion and sexual frustration on his face matches Eddie’s perfectly as you look to both of them, scanning how they react as Billy continues to tease you in front of them.

Billy moves his head down, pressing his lips against your neck. Placing sloppy kisses anywhere that his mouth can reach, feeling your wetness continue to soak through against his fingers. He lets his tongue drag a long stripe back up your jawline. Teeth nipping at your skin as his breath picks up, his cock starting to strain against his zipper. You can feel just how hard he is right against your lower back.

You’re lost in the moment, feeling all eyes on you as you lay there a whimpering mess against Billy’s chest. Your hands grasping at anything within reach, Billy’s legs. His arms, wrists.. But then you remember something. One of the things that seems to drive him off the deep end in the bedroom.

That gorgeous head of hair. It is one of his many weaknesses when it comes to you. So you decide to take this as an opportunity to get him back.

You lift your hand to Billy’s face. Gently grazing the stubbled skin before lacing your fingers into his hair. Tugging at the soft curls, twisting them between your fingers as a low growl rumbles in his throat making you smirk to yourself. But all it gets you in return is a loss of sensation.

He quickly drops your knees, letting the back of your legs hit the rough ground beneath you.

“Well now that I’ve got your attention, I think it’s time for the real show.”

He’s toying with them. Saying anything he can to further manipulate the situation to his liking as he places a hand on the ground beside him. Moving his head back and to the side a bit to get a good look at your face.

You look up at him, not a word is spoken or a thought behind your eyes. All you can do is wonder what will happen next. And without warning he grabs your jaw pulling your face to his. His eyes threatening to swallow you up as his tongue darts out to wet the vulgar words that fall from his lips.

“Open your legs, and show them that this cunt belongs to me.”

He gives you a small kiss before pushing your head back with his hand, watching as you slowly start to move your hands down your body. Doing exactly as you’re told.

Steve and Eddie are practically drooling. You and Billy both know they’ve been dying to see you all riled up and ready to fuck, but it never occurred to them that it’d be anything like this. Both boys are star struck, hard ons very noticeable in their pants. Eyes never leaving you as you unbutton your shorts.

You can’t help but giggle at how sexy they look all hot and bothered at the sight of you.

So you decide to put on somewhat of a show yourself, moving your hands back up your body painfully slow. Teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top before lifting it to reveal your breasts to them. Leaning yourself all the way back against Billy, giving them a good view as you waste no time slipping your shorts down a bit. The thin straps of the thong you’re wearing sitting on top of your hip bones.

Billy hums in approval, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he brings his hands up to cup your breasts. Pinching your nipples between his fingers. Steve and Eddie watching like their lives depended on what happens next.

You know that they’re going feral trying not to touch themselves. So you moan Billy's name, giving them a little taste of what it’d be like to have their name on your lips instead.

“Good fucking girl.”

He smiles. Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he brings two fingers up to his mouth, coating them in saliva before pushing them into your underwear.

Your back arches as one of his fingers begins wandering your folds, sliding it up and down real slow just to get a rise out of you. Admiring the fact that all of this is just for him as he collects your juices, gliding them up to your clit as he replaces one finger with two. Rubbing small circles into the ball of nerves with the tips of his middle and ring finger.

You can feel him smirking against your skin as he picks up the pace causing your face to contort as you throw your head back in overwhelming pleasure. Heat waves falling over your body as Billy’s cock continues to press into your lower back, making you chase your high even more. Starting to grind yourself against his hand.

“You like having your pussy played with in front of your friends? Huh?”

Billy grunts into your ear. Moving his hand side to side against your clit now, the sounds of slick coated skin filling the air around you as you whine out. Your body starting to tremble uncontrollably as your first orgasm immediately washes over you.

“Answer me you fucking whore.” Billy spits, tapping your clit with his fingers harshly. Causing a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Y-Yes I like it. Please just-“

“Just what? Take it easy on you?” He asks, chuckling to himself as he presses his hand flat against you. Cupping your pussy before pushing two fingers deep inside you without warning. The sudden stretching of your walls causing you to let out a loud yelp.

“Awhh sweetheart. Don’t you know that whores don’t get a say so?”

He hisses through his teeth, a strained groan pooling out of him as he feels your walls clench around his fingers.

“That’s what I like yeah.” He sighs out.

His fingers pulling in and out of you at a quick pace. Loving every sound, every pretty face you make at how good his fingers feel inside you.

He glances over at Steve, then to Eddie. Shooting both of them a wink as he continues to plow your pussy with his fingers, once again showing them just how much control he has over you as your moans reverberate through their heads. The images of you all fucked out staining their memory.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Trying to adjust to his fingers pumping in and out so fast but the sound of him curling them inside you is obvious at how wet you are. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs as your body begins to tense. That familiar feeling rising in the pit of your stomach again as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“F-Fuck Billy, I think I’m gonna-“

“Cum? Yeah I thought so.”

Billy smiles ear to ear as he wraps his free hand around your throat adding a third finger inside you. Another yelp escaping your lips as he pushes them as deep as they’ll go. Now knuckle deep inside you, he continues at that same pace. Your juices starting to splash up onto his wrist.

“That’s a good fucking slut, cum all over my fingers. Put on a good show for me and these fucking pussies you call friends.”

Billy’s words jumble together in your mind as everything goes fuzzy, seeing nothing but white as your whole body goes into a state of euphoria. Small whimpers breaking through your lips as Billy pulls his hand out of your underwear, wiping your cum off on his pants leg while you lay there lifeless against him.

᪥♢𒊹༄♢𒊹༄♢᪥

“Holy shit.” Steve mumbles. Eddie sitting on the other side of him with a blank stare on his face.

Billy claps his hands together, causing Eddie to jump a bit as he snaps out of the little trance he’s been in for the last two and a half hours.

“What’sa matter Munson? Cat got your tongue?”

He blinks a couple times, sucking in a sharp breath. Not saying anything as he glances over at Steve.

They both stand up adjusting their waistbands. Trying their best to not make anything more awkward than it already is.

“It was uh, nice to see you.” Steve blurts out, looking down at you as Eddie gathers his tray and lighter off the ground.

You’re still out of breath, brain foggy as fuck as you lie there unable to form any kind of sentence or argument. So you wave them off, completely melted into Billy’s arms as they’re tightly wrapped around you.

“Hope it was worth it boys.” Billy yells out to them with a loud chuckle following after.

No longer hearing their footsteps, the sound of Eddie’s van squeals off in the distance.

Billy’s ego is absolutely off the walls as he lays his head against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Maybe this’ll teach you not to invite people over without my permission.”

“Yeah 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚."

#billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things smut #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #stranger things #dacre montgomery smut #stranger things imagine

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moodymelanist · 11 months

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As a bit of a personal update, I graduated from law school this past weekend!!! 🤩

If you didn’t know — I got back on Tumblr during the spring of my 1L year after I reread acotar and decided we needed more Nessian content. Our little corner of the internet really kept me going, and many of the wonderful people I met on here have turned into some really amazing friends that I couldn’t have gotten through law school without. Major shoutout especially to @arinbelle, @talkfantasytome, @c-e-d-dreamer, @dustjacketmusings, @werewolffprince, @gimme-mor and a fuck ton of other people (GC I’m looking at you hehe) for helping me to push through.

I love y’all a lot and this summer I’ll be studying for the bar, so I’ll probably be less active BUT I’ll definitely still be writing to keep me sane. Can’t wait to get up to plenty more shenanigans and stay tuned for Cassian Week in July and Nessian Week in September 🩷

#personal update #:’)#serotonin boosts #moodymelanisttalks

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areyoudreaminof · 9 months

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Leave Out a Cup For Me: An Amren Playlist

The Inner Circle is complete and I have finally conquered the tiny ancient one.

This was without a doubt the hardest playlist to make. Amren is tough for me, she's sort of a strange enigma. She's our look into the greater Fae world and beyond, she's a shrewd second-in-command and brilliant. But, like the cosmic entity she is, she can be cruel and condescending. So, that leaves me with the question; what does Amren sound like? For me, she sounds like a lot of gothic synths and Americana. I expect this playlist to be as divisive as her character. Either way, I hope you enjoy it! Meet me behind the cut!

Listen Here!

Apply-Glasser

If the walls were too thin You would break in If the walls were too thin You would break right in

Out in the thunder Opens my eyes wide There is sound in my mind Keeps me up all night

Fresh Blood-Eels

Whatever trepidation you may feel In your heart, you know it's not real In a moment of clarity Summon an act of charity

You gotta pull me out of this mud Sweet baby, I need fresh blood

Same Old Energy-Kiki Rockwell

It's your own damn fault, boy, you handed us the broom Four hundred years ago, sayin' "You know what to do" Yes sir, we do, beep beep, comin' through Close your damn mouth, my man, I told you we flew

Rise up, oh, flame, come join the game They started a frenzy, but we’ll take the blame A bare chested dame who goes by no name Their arsenal's empty, all they got is shame

Hot Gum-SOFIA ISELLA

Your teeth are on fire, do you notice? No Your mouth is burning, do you notice? No Your hair burns, my hair burns Your skin burns, my skin burns Do you feel anything? No If I tell you what I’m thinking promise, you won’t tell yourself If you tell me what you’re thinking, I swear I won’t tell myself He’s on the ground, he’s on his knees, he’s a believer He’s on the ground, he didn’t listen to the preacher

Lose Your Soul-Dead Man's Bones

I get up in the morning To the beat of the drum I get up to this feeling Keeps me on the run I get up in the morning Put my dreams away I get up, I get up, I get up again

Devil's Resting Place-Laura Marling

When you ask to drink of me I think out on the case Look down to my aloe cup and take myself a taste Bitterness is thick like blood and cold as a wind sea breeze If you must drink of me, take of me what you please I am loathe to say it's the devil's taste I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place

Bad Ritual-Timber Timbre

There's a hat on the bed,the clock has stopped ticking And nothing remotely romantic has been said Let's not pass on the steps, let's take the season very easy Let's take pills, saltwater, let's keep looking ahead It's a bad, bad ritual But it calms me down

In the Dark-Cathedrals

I can see you fall apart You turn away and fade out of sight But I hear you call in the night Let it go, let me hold you this time Lying in the hollows of your heart I see you lying awake in your ride I’ll be a spark in the sky When you want it, I’ll be on the other side

Deep Green-Marika Hackman

Just because I love your skin Doesn't mean I'll jump in The water's clean and warm and green I'm not allowed to swim I'm scared of getting in

Pyre-Son Lux

We're wresting now from our own hands a future Regret the flower of watered seed Are we the ghosts that swarm about us? We can begin

Thanatos-Soap & Skin

Ages of delirium Curse of my oblivion I swell without a scar To the end of time A shell without a star At the end of time

I am not a woman, I'm a god-Halsey

I am not a woman, I'm a god I am not a martyr, I'm a problem I am not a legend, I'm a fraud So keep your heart 'cause I already got one

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#Spotify #amren #acotar playlist project #music

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pandoraroid · 18 hours

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"Your Playful Werewolf Boyfriend is a Menace to Society" how wonderful

(very messy reactions & thoughts as i listen lol)

HIS ACCENT???? i have folded. erik does such a good job with accents

"why hello my love. i've missed you." :(((((( ivefyckingmelted

"i'm hungry." guy coded

"oh i'm always hungry for that. is my love offering?" JESUS

"my love" NO WORDS. IVE FUCKING FOLDED.

"it is quick, it's hot, and ready." yeah i bet it fucking is

"like someone else you know" FUCKING HELL

"tomato is the fruit" oh thank fucking god

DOORBELL RINGED MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY

"even pizza is upsetting... this is big" HE SAID THE THING HE SAID THE THING

"you must, my love. please?" WHATEVER YOU SAY GORGEOUS SIGDKDHDJDVDJ

"in a few moments i won't have thumbs to open the door... [laughs] oh yes, checkmate, my mate." FOLDED AND GAGGED

HE SERIOUSLY FUCKING SHIFTED FOR THIS SHIT I CANT BELIEVE THIS

the panting omfg

MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY

"hey, how's it going?" I'M FLOORED

THE VOICE???? HELLO????? I NEED HIM

"damn your dog is big. that's wild." actually collapsed when i heard that

IS THIS NONCHALANT GUY???? WHATHEHELL /pos ilovehim

"why is your dog wearing gym shorts?" a fashion choice "oh, love that." HELP?????

DID THE LISTENER SERIOUSLY SAY BUTT PROBLEMS AHAHAHAHAHHA WHY THE FUCK WOULD GUY SAY "oh, love that" TO THAT????? WHAT

"i have a wonderful butt. as you have said many times." OH I'M FUCKING SURE WE DID

the sulking is cute omfg

"apology accepted. now kiss me-" dear god i am knocking on your door i have seen the good you have done for others WHEN WILL IT BE ME-

he's so asher and guy coded. am crying (does this mean he's the pack beta or no what-)

"oh, have you heard the lastest pack talk?" MOR FOOLIVERSE TALBOT PACK MOR MOR GIMME MORE

"i don't know with your little text chats with the other mates-" THAT'S SO????? /pos

"davey's mate is talking all the time. they have secrets they csn't keep." first of all, DAVEY???? DAVEY???? IM SCREAMING second, ANGEL IS MENACE IS EVERY UNIVERSE AHHAHAHAHAHA

"when talking, his mate called him puppy." OH GOOD LORD AHAHHAHAHAHA THEY DID THE THING THEY DID THE THING

"no, it's good for him. he's too serious all the time. he could to lighten up." ASHER??? i get that this is an au though but I NEED TO SEE THAT SKGSKSVS

"and i see you've brought the gorgeous face. very generous." HOOOOOOOOO LORD

"i love you. very much. and i also love pizza when it's hot so we should eat." so guy coded 😭 but ilytoobby

uuuhhh uuuhhh last thoughts??? i'm loving au/anthology(?). and as someone who's only still starting to listen in shit (/pos), it's sooo much fun lolz so curious so find out about david in this au

#WAS FINALLY FUCKING ABLE TO SIT DOWN AND HAVE A LISTEN #as someone who hasnt really listened to project meridian i fucking exploded when i listened to this #me the entire time: that shocked jackson wang meme #or pikachu face whichever works #not really sure how to tag this

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jordeclans · 2 months

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gimme songs that remind u of mor o corra pleaseee

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hellogoodbye14 · 2 years

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Cruel Wicked Thing - Feysand (One Shot)

Warning ⚠️: This is pure smut. Like absolute FEYSAND SMUT. Sure you have some scenes of the IC and Valkyries in the beginning but rest assured, we have a kinky Rhys in this one shot. You have been warned. Enjoy 👀

Just before dinner, Mor, Emerie and Feyre had came upon Rhys and Lucien training—both of the males were wearing only their fighting leather pants, revealing sets of very impressive abs.

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“They sure are easy on the eyes,” commented Emerie with a sigh.

Feyre chuckled and Mor simply raised an amused eyebrow at Emerie, who simply shrugged.

“What? I’m not blind.”

Feyre felt being watched and she turned back towards the estate house. Elain was sitting by the window on the second floor, both the males clear in her view. Now, Feyre would have believed that her sister was focused on the book she was reading rather than the sight of the two males in their prime glistening in all their glory, but the book she was reading was upside down.

Feyre turned back and watched, impressed with both the males as they duelled. Although Lucien was incredibly fast, he couldn’t evade Rhys’s reach. Still, it wasn’t an easy win for Rhys, who then took a quick break to take a drink from one of the water bottles on the ground. Feyre’s gaze followed a drop of sweat trickle down his strong neck, down the middle of his defined chest, through the ridges of his abs…. slowly easing down his v…. At that moment, his gaze—dark, heated, —landed on Feyre. Her skin burned under the weight of that gaze, her insides twisted with need, and her mouth dried up.

He smirked. Mor groaned in annoyance. Emerie snickered.

Like what you see darling?

Feyre blushed. And was about to respond when Mor interrupted.

“Nope. No. Don’t even think about it. No time for any bao chika wao wao. Emerie’s birthday dinner is in a bit. You boys need to take a shower and get ready.”

Lucien who was running a towel over his upper body, tilted his head in amusement.

“Bao chika wao wao? Seriously?”

Mor simply sniffed.

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Feyre laughed as a very drunk Gwyn poked on an amused Azriels cheek.

“I know it’s there. That dimple. Gimme my dimple.”

Nesta tilted her head, “Azriel has a dimple?”

Gwyn nodded. “I swear it.”

Azriel simply took her hand in his and pressed a kiss at the top.

“Only around you does it pop out, love.”

“Damn Shadowsinger. You’re smooth”, Gwyn sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

The inner circle and valkyrie group were all seated around a table filled with food and wine, celebrating Emerie’s day.

An equally drunk Cassian was holding some of Luciens hair.

“How the heck is it so shiny? What tonic are you using. I want the damn shine.”

Lucien batted his hand away, “Cauldron, stop.”

Cassian pouted.

Rhys and Gwyn were in the middle of teasing a blushing Azriel some more when Feyre decided it was time to mess with her man.

She caressed Rhys’s strong thigh and it instantly flexed. She felt his eyes, but continued on with her conversation with Amren as if nothing had happened.

She slowly drifted her hand upwards and rubbed the hardness she knew would already be there. She heard Rhys’s quick intake of breath.

Darling..

Is something wrong?

No, but something is very very hard.

Oh is that so?

She palmed and gripped the hardness and Rhys’s thigh banged against the table.

“You okay Rhysie?”, asked Cassian.

Rhys took a sip of his wine and nodded.

Feyre continued to rub him, making sure the magic barrier was there so no one could scent their arousal.

His breaths grew heavier and she knew Rhys was at a breaking point, knew he was trying to control himself from winnowing them somewhere to have his way with her.

She smirked as she pulled her hand away.

Rhys’s eyes were on her. Lust fuelling and darkening the violet in his eyes.

She glided her finger against the rim of her wine glass, collecting a drop of wine.

She finally looked at him, and sucked on the drop briefly.

“Something the matter?”, she taunted.

He leaned in, his breath tickling against her ear deliciously.

“You’re going to pay for that, darling.”

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Feyre was looking for the envelope Azriel requested in Rhys’s office when she heard the door open and shut.

She turned to find her mate, stalking forward. Steps quick and purposeful.

“You and I have unfinished business.”

“We do?”

Rhys answered her question with a hard kiss, ravaging her mouth with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

Her own hands came up to firmly brace against his chest, her hands were stroking him and feeling his growl reverberate through his chest.

She yanked on his shirt, and he pulled away to rip it off himself. He removed her skirt swiftly and yanked on her buttoned shirt so hard, it tore off.

His large calloused hands moved down to fully cup her backside, and he lifted her slightly until she could feel his arousal. He pushed himself against her, dipping his head until his mouth was next to her ear.

“Teasing me was not the best idea. We can’t let that go unpunished now can we?”

Feyre was so lost in lust that she was far past responding coherently to that.

He nibbled on her earlobe before nuzzling the spot below her ear which drove her absolutely crazy.

“Rhys”, she moaned.

He moved down her throat and cupped her breasts in his hand. He flicked her sensitive nipples and then pinched them, repeating the motion.

She cried out and arched violently against him. The combination of pleasure and pain had her writhing in his arms.

He moved his head down and sucked. Completely and utterly devouring her. She gasped and wound her arms around his neck, her back arching and giving him better access. Her hands ran through his hair and she fisted handfuls, urging him on.

His hot, urgent fingers made their way below her panties to her melting core with unerring accuracy, stroking, plunging, and preparing her.

Just as she was on the brink, he stopped and Feyre cried out in frustration.

“Don’t stop”, she gasped.

“Not until you beg.”

Rhys, took her hand and shackled them together. He quickly picked up his tie and tied a strong knot, restraining her arms.

She felt her flush of arousal deepening.

He made an animalistic sound, swinging her around and backing her up until she was leaning against his table. He lifted her up until her backside was firmly planted on the desk and moved between her spread thighs. He leaned forward and placed her restrained hands above her.

“Keep them there and hold tight to the edge.”

He tilted her pelvis slightly until he had the angle just right. With a groan of pure satisfaction, he knelt down and pulled her to the edge of the desk.

Feyre’s breath hitched as he took her legs and pulled them over his shoulders.

She felt his fingers grip her underwear and tear them off. The rip sounding off in the room. Without any hesitancy, like a man parched, he sank into her soft and welcoming heat.

“Oh shit.” Her hips bucked and I clawed at the edge of the table.

He moaned against her sex, sending a wild vibration through her clit as he pressed a finger into her, and ate her like he hadn’t consumed a meal in weeks.

She was going to lose it. Pass out.

She heard herself lost in lust muttering and moaning please.

A satisfied grunt later, he kept at it and as he continued, her sounds grew louder.

She bit down on her tongue to quiet them until they could no longer be contained. She came, hips bucking wildly on his face. He spread her knees wider, held it out like he couldn’t get enough until the stretch in her thigh and the pleasure zipping through her was almost too much, but oh so perfect.

“Fuck, Rhys” she rasped, a sweaty mess.

He stood up and kissed her hungrily. She moved to remove his belt until she realised her hands were still restrained.

He untied them, but just as she reached for him, he turned her around and bent her over the table with her arms now shackled in his wrists behind her back.

“What?”, she gasped and leaned upwards a bit.

Rhys placed a hand on her lower back and shoved her forward.

She moaned feeling his hardness against her back.

“Oh no love, you lost your touching privileges when you did your teasing number at the table just then.”

He repeated the tying motion with his tie and once again she was at his mercy bent over his table.

Knowing it was a weak spot for her, he hummed against the hollow below her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me, Feyre. I’m going to shove my cock so deep in you, you’ll feel me for days.”

Cauldron, she was soaking.

Rhys eased his weight off her upper body, loving the sight of her. He skimmed a finger between her folds, finding her slick and ready. She squirmed against his finger.

“Tell me what you want, Feyre.”

“You know.” She gasped as two fingers slipped into her. He slowly pumped them in and out of her. It was bliss, but it was also torture because it wasn’t enough.

“No, no I don’t. Specify.”

She growled, “You’re such a cocky asshole.”

Rhys tsked and then she felt a strong hand slap her ass.

She gasped. Her core tightening.

“Not the answer we’re looking for.”

She moaned, refusing to answer. She felt another spank on her other butt cheek. The spark of pain, tightening her core even more. She needed him, cauldron she needed him to fill her.

“Rhys, please fuck me!“

The sound of a zipper slowly opening sent a tremor down the length of her spine. The anticipation that had built inside her was now agonizing. She ached for him, for the carnal release her body knew he could give her. When the head of his cock bumped her folds, she arched back, trying to take him inside her. A strong hand on her lower back flattened her against the table once more.

He kicked her legs further apart with his foot and smoothly thrust himself balls deep inside her. She quivered and tightened around him, wrenching a groan from him.

The tips of his claws which had come out dug into her hips as he fucked in and out of her with rough, branding, powerful strokes. She gasped and whimpered each time, the sound of their skin slapping turning her on so much more.

All the while, one hand remained splayed on her back, pinning her in place. She moaned his name over and over and he rewarded her by upping his pace. Her body wound tighter and tighter.

He roughly tangled his fingers in her hair and yanked her head up. Her upper body arched and her breasts bounced which each powerful and brutal thrust.

“Fucking come, Feyre.” Then he lunged down and sank his teeth into the crook of her neck. She obliterated, and contracted around him as she screamed his name. Rhys reared back and jammed himself deep as he exploded.

“Fuck.”

It was as if he’d poured every ounce of his strength inside her, because he had to brace his elbows on the table so he didn’t collapse on top of her. When he could finally move, he placed a kiss between her shoulder blades and slipped out of her.

He gently removed the knotted tie and rubbed her wrists before turning her over and kissing her.

Feyre’s postclimax cloud began to disperse as she felt strong arms lift her and cradle her against a solid chest. Rhys winnowed them to their room and laid her on the bed, and she let her eyes slide shut. He disappeared into the bathroom, only to come back moments later with a wet cloth to gently clean her. When he finally lay beside her, he pulled her flush against him.

“Have I fucked you to sleep?”

She smiled as she cuddled into him.

“Hmm, if that’s how you punish me for teasing you then I should definitely do it more often.”

She felt him snicker and kiss her forehead.

“Cruel wicked thing.”

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