Summary - You and Rhys have never hid a fetish from each other before, but you had one left the High Lord is more than happy to call you out for
Warnings - NSFW, slight predator/prey play dynamics, mask kink, may feel dubcon-ish to some people, dom/sub dynamics, brief penetration, oral, degradation, pre discussed consent is assumed, spit, overstimulation
A/N - surely if we've all decided Azriel uses his shadows for sexual purposes, Rhysand's tendrils of darkness could be used too, right?
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You sighed heavily. Coming home to a dark, cold, and empty house was never fun and never easy.
Normally loud shouts and laughter filled the halls, echoing every which way, but tonight it was as if all life had stopped existing in the Riverhouse.
You walked inside, body too tired to even bother with faelights and went straight to the room you shared with your mate.
Entering the room sent a chill up and down your spine causing goosebumps to linger.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
You reached inside of you, searching for the mating bond only to find it cold on Rhysand's end. You called for him mentally next. Receiving no whisper of a familiar claw in back.
Then you heard it.
Faint heavy footsteps echoing on the pristine flooring.
You knew the odds of someone being in your home were slim to none. Rhys had so heavily warded and shielded the Riverhouse after you two decided to make it your permanent residence that there were times your own friends had issues entering.
But the chance was still there.
The footsteps were closer now. You could not scent anything to indicate who it may have been, you couldn't place the steps. You couldn't reach your mate.
The footsteps stopped at your open door, and you did the one thing you knew to do in these situations.
You ran. Hard. You first ran to the dark halls, hoping to find somewhere to hide in Rhysands office, but each door you came to was locked shut. You stopped catching your breath and panicking slightly in the hallway. Large calloused hands grabbed your exposed upper arms. They were familiar as they then moved to your throat, not squeezing enough to hurt you, but causing that euphoric lightheadedness to want to set in.
Your body was singing, begging you to realize you were safe, but your mind refused. You slammed your foot down on theirs. You caught the person behind you off guard, body checking them into the door frame before running downstairs and out into Elain's garden. You could hear dark laughter following you, causing your body to plead again for you to relax.
Before you could decide your next move, those strong warm hands grabbed you, pulling you against a solid body and dragging you back inside. You were pushed against a wall, your hands held behind your back as one of theirs began to roam your curves. A familiar heavy scent hit you. The thick scent of mandarin oranges and the sea mixed with musk.
"What's wrong little darling," the deep purr of his voice had you shivering as heat instantly hit your core. "I thought you had always wanted a masked male to fuck you roughly?"
Rhysand took the moment you needed to process the shock of him knowing to knock your legs apart, spreading them wide enough to slot one of his thighs against your core. "Already so wet and I have even done anything."
Cool tendrils of darkness snaked your arms and wrists, pining them so you were defenseless. "Rhys-"
He put a hand over your mouth, "No, princess. Play along." You heard something behind you and froze slightly as the tip of something cold and sharp touched the base of your neck. “Do not move.”
You could not help but to whimper as the knife dragged down your spine, cutting through the expensive outfit you had worn to the meeting with Keir today. He put the knife back, ripping the shredded clothing off and then grabbing you by your hair. Such a pretty little thing, he purred softly into your mind. He kept his hold on your hair tight, forcing you into the family room.
You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, and instantly felt yourself melting into the role he wanted. He was already shirtless in tight black pants. He was wearing a black mask similar to the one you and the twins worn on missions for Azriel. You did not have much time to process the mask, to process the heat forming between your legs nor the excitement of everything as he quickly bent you over the arm of the couch releasing your hair but keeping your arms trapped.
Rhys normally took his time with you, worshiping you, praising you, prepping you. With speed that had you mind spinning, he had managed to get his pants down far enough to enter you at an almost brutal forcing ripping a scream from your throat. “That’s it princess, scream for me.”
He set a rough pace, pulling out almost completely and slamming back into you so hard and fast that your only response was loud moans and desperate cries. You were dripping for him despite the lack of foreplay, your inner walls already squeezing him. “Fuck, y/n, so fucking tight.” You could only whine in response as he changed the angle of his thrusts and your body, pulling you back up by your hair and forcing your back to arch for him. The new position had him hitting that sacred spot inside of you with every deep hard thrust of his hips. “This is what you want, huh? Some masked male to come into our house and fuck you like a little whore?” His free hand found your front, calloused fingers circling your clit.
You became a mess of pants and cries as he kept pace. "Please," you managed to choke out. "Please."
Rhysand's deep timbering voice came to your ear. "Is the little whore going to cum already?" You nodded the best you could with the rough grip in your hair. "Such an easy thing, aren't you?"
He gently pinched your clit, sending you spiraling over the edge with a loud scream. Your inner walls began milking him, almost begging him to finish inside of you and making him groan loudly. He stopped suddenly, pulling out of you and moving you again.
This you were used to. You were used to Rhys fucking your mouth while you were told not to touch. You knew the motions like the back of your hand, hollowing your cheeks and keeping your tongue in contact but relaxed as he began hitting the back of your throat more and more. You knew to keep your eyes on him, watching as his head tilted back in bliss, watching his throat bob, his breathing increase. You knew to listen, wetness dripping more and more from your core as he mocked you and teased you for gagging, for crying. What you were not used to was tendrils of darkness and their cool touches on your thighs, slithering around you like snakes prepared to strike.
He paused in front of the mirror, forcing you to look at yourself. “Look at my little whore, already such a mess for me.” And there was no fighting that you were. A faint flush was spread from your chest up to your neck and cheeks, your hair had been destroyed by his hands, your makeup was smeared from the tears of pleasure he had already pulled, a faint sheen of arousal shining between your legs.
“On your knees.” You couldn't help but obey instantly, falling to your knees at his command and looking up at him from slightly damp lashes. “Open.” Again you obeyed, opening your mouth and staring up at him as he pushed his cock between your parted lips. “Same rules apply, darling. I do not want to hurt you.”
A loud moan left you when they finally did, swirling your swollen sensitive clit as he finally buried his cock all the way back into your throat and held you there, pinching your nose to cut off what little air flow you had.
He held you there, unable to breathe until you mentally tapped twice for him, and he pulled all the way out, allowing you to take in air long enough for your vision to fully return. He rose a brow at you, a silent question of if you were okay to continue, and you nodded. Rhys removed the mask, smirking down at you, “Good girl,” and began again, fucking your throat but allowing you every single reaction now.
You watched as his eyes rolled back, as his lips parted with each breathy moan. You watched his brow knit together as you worked his length with your tongue more, hollowing your cheeks to swallow around you as you moaned with each flick and lick of his darkness pulling you apart.
Rhysand’s name became a chant on your lips, repeating over and over like he was your prayer, your salvation. “Cum,” he commanded one last time. The coil snapped and you felt your inner walls begin clenching over and over on his fingers. He allowed you to fall into him, releasing your arms and supporting you as you gripped at his upper biceps. “There we go, princess. Just like that baby.” He whispered to you as he helped you ride through your high, praising you as your moans shifted to soft whimpers of overstimulation.
It wasn't long until that coil began to tighten in your stomach, and Rhysand's thrusts into your mouth grew sloppy. He sent you the image of yourself on your knees for him, of the spit near your mouth, of your mascara stained cheeks. You felt yourself beginning to fall over the edge right as Rhysand did. He pushed deep into your throat again, groaning loudly as he spilled down your throat. "Don't fucking swallow yet."
He pulled out of your mouth, holding your jaw open. His smirk grew feral as he spit into your mouth, "Swallow." He allowed you to close your jaw, still watching as you swallowed every last drop before dropping to his knees and replacing the darkness between your thighs with his own hand.
He quickly forced two fingers inside of you and calmed the stretch by rubbing his palm against your clit. He used his freehand to fist the hair at the nap of your neck, pulling it again before forcing you to kiss him in a mesh of teeth and spit. It was sloppy, driven by sheer lust as passion as his fingers stroked your inner walls, massaging and hitting that spot only he ever found over and over. He pulled back from you, circling your clit with his thumb as his forehead rested against yours, eyes meeting yours and sparkling lust. “Cum for me, y/n,” he commanded. “Let go, darling.”
Rhys removed his fingers from your slick core and brought them to his mouth. He groaned as he licked the juices from them. He laid you back on the floor gently, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck. HIs kisses began to trail lower and lower, pausing at your breasts to pull you nipples into his mouth one at time and mark your breasts. Wet hot kisses then trailed down your stomach. Rhys stopped right above your core, looking at you again. “1 to 10, darling?
You whispered softly in reply. “4.”
Rhysand smiled, licking a long trail through your folds at the response. “Good. Because I’m not done with you.”
“We should do this again,” you said breathlessly, as he moved your legs over his shoulders.
“No,” Rhys said plainly. “I do not know how you do it, but I cannot breathe in that damn thing. Azriel and I will be discussing those masks. You and the Twins need better." He paused, looking at your core like a man starved. "This, though?” Rhys licked up you again, sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it. Your eyes rolled back, body falling deeper into the floor as you moaned his name. This I can do all day.
Kinktober Day Nineteen: Foursome and Double Penetration
Poly Bat Boys x Female Reader
A / N : I was going to post this at 12pm PT , 3pm ET but i wasn’t satisfied with it and rewrote it like 3 times and i also worked an 8hr shift today but i hope you guys like it.
You always knew having three mates would be hard. Even more so because one of them is the most powerful High Lord in history. And the other two are the most powerful Illyrians in history.
But not as hard as the way they were gonna fuck your brains out.
All threes males were completely different yet so similar in the way they loved and communicated with you and with each other.
The bond had snapped with Azriel first, then Rhys and then Cassian. You were with the inner circle at Rhys’ cabin in the Illyrian Mountains, when the bonds snapped into place.
Laying your head against Azriel’s shoulder on the sofa where you were all sitting and he called you name to see if you were still awake, “Y/n ?” You lifted your head up to meet his eyes and that’s when it snapped for the both of you.
Rhys saw the interaction between the both of you and was confused by the silence that had come from it, concern lacing his voice, “Y/n ? Az ?” Then the bond snapped for the three of you causing all three of you to gasp.
Cassian heard the three of you gasp and was confused because he had missed what happened and was little drunk. “Uh… what happened ?” Eyes darting between the three of you, shocked at the fact that you were all mates, none of you heard his question. So he repeated it louder, “What happened ?” You all looked at him and then it snapped with him too.
You let out a scream because, mother’s tits not only did you have one mate, not two mates but three. Three fucking mates. Azriel was just in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. Rhys looked surprised and confused. Cassian only uttered three words, “What. The. Fuck.”
All of you had a serious talk about what to do but your mind was made up, you wouldn’t pick one over the others. You couldn’t, you’d loved them all throughout the centuries you’ve know each other and couldn’t stand to think about hurting them like that.
Luckily they all agreed that they loved you too and wanted to all stay together even if that meant sharing you.
The frenzy that came after accepting the bond was mind blowing.
It had been months since then but that fire between all of you was still there. Thats why when they came back from being gone for half a day at Windhaven, Rhys winnowed all four of you to the bedroom, as soon as you had greeted them at the door.
The tension was undeniable, the scent of arousal filled the room, their muscles visibly taut under their clothes and pupils blown.
Rhys misted everyone’s clothes and their hands were on you, not one inch of your skin untouched. Azriel wasted no time in picking you up and laying you on the massive bed. Kissing you with fervor before pulling back and leaning his forehead against yours. Groaning, “I missed you so much, bunny.” As he was lining his cock up with your entrance, burying himself inside you with a guttural groan.
Your walls fluttered around him as he rutted into, burying his head into your neck as he fucked you. “Good girl.” You heard Cassian praise at your side. Then Rhys, “Taking all of him.”
“So fucking good,” Az grunted, lifting his head up to sit up on his knees as he pounded into you. “You look so pretty like this bunny, so full of my cock.” His voice was the embodiment of lust, each word making the heat in your tummy coil tighter.
Your responding whimpers had Rhys and Cassian at your sides in an instant. Cocks fisted in each of their hands as one of Cassian’s hands tugged and pinched at your sensitive nipples and Rhys’ circling your clit in tandem with Az’s thrusts. “Oh fuck !” You cried out already feeling like you were going to cum.
Azriels hips began to stutter and he started panting meaning he was right on the edge too. He shifted angling his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. Making your walls spams around him, “Want me to fill you up bunny ?” You nod and babble an incoherent yes that only your mates would understand. Azriel snaps his hips against yours faster while Rhys applies more pressure to your clit. With a small scream and your back arching off the bed you cum. Az following right behind you, his release barreling through him, coating your walls.
Cassian didn’t you let catch your breath as he positioned you on top of him while he sat against the head board. Seating himself inside you in one go before jackknifing up into you. “Fuck, baby you’re so perfect.” He growled before taking one of your nipples into his mouth.
You were so lost in pleasure that you didn’t even notice Rhys coming up behind you. Leaning over your shoulder as his hand rubbed your lower back lovingly while Azriel’s shadows were caressing your face and tits while teasing your clit. “Do you think you can take us both, princess ?” You turned your attention to him, his eyes softening but his lips quirking up into a smirk at the sight of your fucked out state.
You couldn’t form words so you nodded your head and pushed your ass out towards him. Earning a dark chuckle from him, “Cruel, wicked thing.”
“She wants it, give it to her Rhys. She’s been a good girl.” Azriel encouraged.
Rhys didn’t hesitate, gathering some of your arousal on his fingers, slowly working your hole open with his fingers, as Cassian continued fucking you. “Rhys please.” You whined making all the males smirk at your impatience. Still Rhys was taking it slow bc he didn’t want to hurt you, so you took matters into your own hands and grabbed his length pushing it in.
Cassian stilled inside of you, gripping your hips in a bruising grip as you worked Rhys’ length inside of you.
You and Rhys let out twin groans once we he was fully seated in you. “Fuck.” You panted feeling your release building again as Cassian’s started slamming his hips up into yours again roughly. “Rhys. Move.” You gritted out through clenched teeth.
“I -Fuck princess.” Rhys groaned as his hips met the swell of your ass. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the sound of skin hitting skin. Eyes screwed shut, gasping as Rhys and Cassian pumped out in and out of you in tandem.
Your head now lying against Cassian’s tanned chest as they both fucked you mercilessly. “Look at me, Bunny.” Azriel commanded. Obeying without a thought, instantly meeting his gaze. “Good girl.” He cooed as his scarred palm caressed your flush cheek, yet the fist around his cock didn’t falter.
Azriel catches you staring at his hand as he strokes himself and smirks, “You want me in your mouth ?”Opening your mouth as a silent response, he moves closer so you don’t strain your neck, pushing his length into your warm mouth groaning.
The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure coming from all of you and skin slapping against skin. You were moaning on Az’s cock as you felt fire begin to pool in your tummy as he purred, “Look at how well you take all of us. You were made for us, princess.”
His words sent you over the edge, making you cry out, body trembling as Rhys and Cassian fucked you through your orgasm.
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. It was too much, and yet not enough at the same time. You were so full but still want wanted everything they had to give you.
The sound of your moans around his cock was enough to have Azriel spilling into your mouth. Cassian and Rhys groaning at the sight of both you, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as their releases barreled through them.
Dark!Feysand x f!reader: Bloodied Wedding Bonds[***]
A/N: Anything relating to dark!feysand, I am 100% down to write it :)
Warnings: Forced marriage, fingering, smut, making of bargains?, sacrilege, squiring, non-con
Word Count: 4,211
It’s not your place to ask questions.
You know it’s not.
But when your clients are the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, it’s a little difficult to keep your mind from wondering. A failing marriage? Marital disputes? Hedonism? None of your business. Your job is to please them, and that is all you should be focusing on.
From the fact alone that they’ve been continuously visiting you, asking after you for nearly a year now, seems to be enough evidence you’re doing well. You’d hope so. Anything they ask for, you give. Anything they want to try, you let them. Anything.
So when your High Lady tells you of a scene she—both of them would like to try, you obey.
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You try to suppress a shiver as you step over the temple’s threshold.
A slight breeze plays with the hem of the elegant white gown that had been left on your bed, the veil fluttering across your concealed features, hiding the light dust of cosmetics you’d applied—a tint to your lips and cheeks, nothing else.
You jolt when you receive a pinch on the ass, but relax when his familiar wash of night finds its way to your senses. Powerful arms wrap around your waist, a strong, male chest pressing into your back, his chin curving over your head, “you look lovely, dear. White suits you well.”
A smile tips the edges of your lips as you twist your head, peering up into his violet gaze, “and here I was, thinking it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony,” you tut. His eyes gleam in the darkness, the corners of his mouth curving, “I simply couldn’t resist.” His hands grip your waist, and you’re flipped around, the swell of your breasts pressing softly into his chest, “you look so pure in white. I’m having a hard time not forcing you to take your vows bare.”
The shiver that runs down your spine is as real as he is, pleasure warming your skin as you lean in to him. “Isn’t a wedding all about intimacy?” You ask, smiling coyly, “I’m sure you’d be forgiven, Lord.”
A sound of deep, male satisfaction rumbles in his chest, arms tightening and you feel the delicious press of something hard over your abdomen. “Such a tease, aren’t you, darling?” His hand slides lower, cupping your ass and your spine arches. “Only for you two,” you murmur over his soft lips. Breath warms your mouth as he chuckles quietly, “good to know you’re a loyal whore.”
You bristle at the term, but he gives you an apologetic look, “wife.” Amusement glitters in his gaze and you wonder at the sincerity of his correction. “I’m not your wife yet, Rhysand,” you taunt softly, giving him a rueful little smile. This time his laugh is sincere, “I love that about you, you know?” Your smile fades as you peer at him curiously.
Naturally over the months you’ve developed a bond with them, but the kind you’re expected to have with all your clients. To make the transactions easier. You work better if you’re more attuned to them.
“What is it you love, Lord?” His smile widens as he spins you round, walking with you down the aisle, “that you think you have a say in whether you wed us or not.” You laugh at his joke and his arm squeezes you tighter. Pressed to his side.
The High Lady appears at the end of the aisle, and breath catches in your throat. Clad in a silky blue that borders on violet, she’s regal. Hair tied back and curled, a few strands framing the soft, beautiful planes of her face. Lips a rosy red, awaiting patiently as you’re led toward her.
She greets you with a kiss, and you follow obediently. Mouth parts over yours, her tongue sliding in. Rhys’ hands release you, yielding to his mate as he steps around to her side, leaning against the altar as he watches hungrily, arms braced on the hard surface.
“I’m sure he’s already told you how delicious you look in white,” Feyre comments, pulling back a little. You move after her, capturing her mouth again. She hums disapprovingly, but doesn’t scold you for it. Though she does land a light pat to your behind. A small sound whines in your throat; her kisses become more eager. Firmer.
It’s only when Rhys’ hands land on your hips you realise she’s been walking you backward, pushing lightly while keeping attached to your mouth so you drop into his lap. Your spine curves automatically as you feel the hot press of his cock against your backside, winding your hips lightly to give him some friction. Groans rumble at your back, and you melt between them.
Feyre’s tongue strokes over yours and you slide your hand over the nape of her neck, pulling her closer as Rhys moves your hips to his pleasure, using each other as you like. Her teeth nip your lip and you whine, jolting in a way that has Rhys moaning roughly. She’s getting rougher.
Nails bite into your hips; you hiss. The High Lord’s mouth opens over your shoulder, kissing and licking up the bare skin until he’s beneath your ear. Feyre’s fingers skim up your front, working in sync with her counterpart as they hook beneath the straps of your dress. The cold air bites at your nipples as the fabric falls away, quickly encompassed by her hot, wet mouth. Moans spill from your lips as you look down at your High Lady. Her round, blue-grey eyes watching you as her tongue does all sorts of wicked things that should not be done in a temple.
“Feyre,” you whimper, fingers tangling in her hair as she lightly pinches your nipple. She hums; Rhys’ hands slip between your legs, hooking them over his thighs. You lean forward, bracing on the altar beneath you as your spine curves, heat rubbing over his cock. Rough groans grace your ears in response, his hips buck, pushing you forward. “Such a fucking tease, aren’t you?” He grits out, finally putting his teeth in you.
Your eyes widen, then squeeze shut, tugging Feyre closer to your chest, praying for her to copy his movements. A squeal breaks from your lips as her canines scrape the sensitise skin, slowly trailing lower, lower, lower. Hands push away the white fabric with ease, and her mouth opens over your lace-covered heat.
You gasp—they usually tease you for much longer. But she’s giving in so quickly. Thrown off balance, grappling for stability while her tongue dances leisurely over your cunt. “Feyre,” you pant, “what are you—” Pushes underwear to the side. Tongue flicking over your clit.
Rhysand’s hands snake around your waist, grazing up your front. Pinches your nipples. “Don’t think,” he whispers softly at the shell of your ear. His fingers flick deftly over your sensitive skin, urging you to give into them, “just feel.” And by the Mother, you do.
She pushes your legs wider, pulling back only to remove the offending lace then her eyes are drinking you in. You open wider for her, and she moans softly. “Want my mouth, sweet thing?” She asks, pads of her fingers pressing on your inner thigh. Heavy puffs of breath exhale from your lungs, fire warming your veins with addictive pleasure.
“Yes,” you breathe, eyes locking onto hers, “please.”
Her lips curve upward, making your muscles go weak with the dark promise. Canines scrape over your throat, and you’re dragged back to Rhys, so your attention is elsewhere when she bites your clit lightly. You whimper at the pleasure, hips bucking for more. She smiles over your cunt, teeth grazing the sensitive bud. One of Rhys’ hands glides up to cup your throat, tipping your head back, then sliding higher. Covering your eyes.
In the dark, it’s so much better. Imagination runs wild, infinite endings to this path they’ve sent you down. You can’t prepare for when Feyre bites and nips at that sensitive part of you, can’t tense for when Rhys pinches your nipple, tugging. Can’t keep in your soft yelp when one of them smacks between your thighs, the wet slap reverberating off the holy walls.
“Filthy thing,” Rhysand croons, and you flinch when two thick fingers slide between your legs. Feyre’s pulled away, making way for him as he plays with the wetness that’s coalesced there. “Rhys…” you plead softly, wanting him to slide up to his knuckles, curling against that spot he’s had memorised since the first time he’d touched you.
“What do you want, and how badly do you want it?” He purrs, circling your entrance teasingly. Your head tips back onto his shoulder, cool breeze washing over the exposed skin of your top and bare thighs. “I want you to fuck me with your fingers…” you breathe, panting with need.
His hand retracts, smacking down on your tender sex, catching your clit beneath his digits. You flinch, moaning sharply. “How bad, birdie?” He repeats, soothing the pained area with gentle rolls of his fingers, Feyre’s pink tongue helping with the stinging. Muscles melt, and your legs spread wider. “Anything…” you stammer softly, the word catching between your moans.
A low snarl of approval reverberates through his chest, picturing how his lip is curling to showcase perfect, sharp teeth. “Anything?” He repeats, intonation quirking with malevolent interest. “I wonder, how far would you really go for an orgasm?” He laughs lowly, closer to a growl, really.
“I’ll crawl wherever you ask me to,” you answer, and he snarls with approval. “Such a clever tongue,” he croons, fingers sliding down to your centre, again oscillating around your entrance. “Would you promise that to us?” He asks.
You nod drunkenly, too focused on how close his skilled fingers are to where you want them to pay close attention. He’d told you to feel, so you’re feeling.
Rhys hums at your back, then his fingers are retracting, spreading you wide for his mate as she dives back in, tongue lapping and flicking eagerly, suckling your tender clit.
“What about your cunt? Would you promise that to us?” He asks, hunger dragging beneath his question.
“It’s yours anyway,” you moan, spine curving as her tongue swirls over your sensitive bud, dropping lower to push against your sopping hole. He snarls again, and you know he’s pleased. “So well trained, aren’t you, little lynx?” He spits, hand still keeping you in darkness.
“What about you, then? Think that’ll be good enough?” Arousal spikes your pulse, Feyre’s precious little tongue pushing into you, desperate to taste you; be inside you in some way.
“Yeah…” you moan sweetly, winding your hips in encouragement as your clit begins to tingle with heat. His hand smacks down again, Feyre leaving just a moment before. You jolt, not knowing what you did wrong. You open your legs wider in attempts to soothe whatever wrong you committed, hoping if you accept more pain it’ll please him.
It’ll please you, too.
“Say it,” he snarls softly, teeth scraping over your ear as he again spreads you wide for his mate to sweep in. “Promise yourself to us. Prove you’re worth the orgasm.” Sweet pleasure blooms in the pit of your belly, pulse picking up at the danger. “I promise,” you whisper, the words a pained breath from your lips as he pinches your clit, Feyre’s tongue pushing into your hole. “More,” he growls, the demand making your hips buck.
“You—…I’m yours—! All of me…completely!” You whimper between your heavy pants. “I promise! I’m yours!”
His mouth fashions itself into a feline smile beside your ear, fingers finally circling over your clit, void of that edge of pressure. “Yeah? Mine and Feyre’s? Promise you’re ours? Belong to us?” Your heart flutters in your chest, fluttering between your legs, too. “I do…!” You whine, hips bucking, hands fisting atop the altar, “I do…I do! I do!”
Fingers and fangs switch place. Breath whooshes from your lungs.
Her teeth circle your clit, tongue flicking out, just as he sinks in up to his knuckles, dragging the pads of his fingers over those spots that make dark and light swirl in your vision. Eyes roll back into your skull, pleasure finally taking you by the throat as it slams you down. Spine arches, toes curl, mouth drops open.
No words come out as your body tenses, then melts, turns hot and liquid as you flow. Lap at the edges of your skin. Burning. Burning from within as fire scorches your blood, singeing your insides with pleasure so intense it blocks out the sting of the bargain, the promise not registering in your mind.
They hardly let you come down from your high before you’re being roughly tossed onto the altar. Barely a second passes between that last flutter of your cunt and the kick of pleasure as Rhys lines himself up, and slams in to the hilt.
The cold stone bites into your back, despite being covered by a veil of cloth. Light burns your quick-adjusting eyes, before being eclipsed as Feyre parts her thighs over you, smothering you as her heat covers your mouth, clit perched atop your nose.
Sense again leaves you, just the feel of Rhys slamming in, deep enough you can feel him in your stomach, pounding you into the sacred stone. Feyre’s hands tangle in your hair, roughly pulling you against her hips as she grinds over your face, her arousal making the drag over your mouth and nose easier, so she slides back and forth. “Stick that tongue out for me, birdie,” she moans, nails scraping over your scalp.
The words hardly register, pleasure numbing your senses while your eyes remain shut, basking in the wet glide of her heat over your lips; nose. She snarls, lifting up only her knees, looking down at you over her shoulder, landing a harsh pat to your cheek. Her fingers bite into your jaw, gripping tight, “open.”
Pain stings up your spine, buzzing in your head as your body follows her order, while your mind scrambles to keep up. Something had overtaken your will. Something had stolen your autonomy.
Heartbeat spikes, and you land three hurried taps to your High Lady’s hip.
Never once have you used your safe word with them. With others, yes. But never them.
Anything they’ve wanted, they’ve gotten. But right now, you’re panicking.
It’s the first rule of your occupation—under no circumstances are bargains ever to be brought into the establishment. They’re never to interfere with the relationship of prostitute and client. They’re too powerful to be messed with; you’ve always stood by that rule.
Feyre pulls off you almost instantly, Rhys’ hips halting a second later though his hands span the tops of your thighs. Panic blurs your mind as you push up onto your elbows, peering down your body. A dark ring of ink had ingrained itself on your stomach, outlining the circle of your belly. Fingertips drag the dark imprint, and you feel a little sick.
“Get rid of it,” you whisper. Your eyes flick to the High Lord’s, his own gleaming with something that has you shrinking back into yourself. Something dark and malignant.
“Rhys…” you pant softly. Breath catches, arms slide over your shoulders, Feyre’s thighs propping you up. Your head tilts backward, exposing your throat as you meet the blue-grey of her eyes. Rosey lips lift into a quiet smile, “you’re ours, now.”
A shudder that’s unrelated to the temperature shivers down your spine as you shake your head. “No…” you breathe. “No…we can’t—… Bargains are—”
“Shh…It’s okay, sweet thing.” Feyre strokes hair from your face, “it’s okay. You won’t get in trouble for serving us.” You simply stare at her, flicking from one blue-grey eye to the other, trying to recall the words of the promise.
“What—… What…?” In your mind, you’re trying to piece things together, broken bits of conversation. “No. I…I can’t, Feyre.” You look at her beseechingly, but she simply continues gently stroking your hair. Your attention turns on Rhys. He’s High Lord—he has to listen. “Rhys,” you say, voice managing to come out even; firm. “Rhys I can’t—… This is a line I can’t cross for you. Remove it.”
Violet flickers, stars winking out in places as he puts you under a hard stare. You raise your chin: this is something you can’t back down on. It’s a bargain for goodness sake.
“You would disobey your High Lord and Lady?” He asks. You blink.
“It’s not a matter of obedience. It’s a matter of respecting my autonomy. I do not want this bargain mark; I don’t even remember the terms. Remove it.” You sit up fully, back feeling cold as your arms wrap protectively over your front.
“You promised yourself to us,” he replies, eyes narrowing on you. “In return for your orgasm, you promised we could have you.”
Breath halts in your throat, eyes stilling on him. This can’t be happening. Fingers fist over the skin of your upper arms. “Free me from this bargain, or I will refuse to have you as clients. Either of you. It is well within my rights to do so,” you say firmly, despite how hard your heart is hammering.
The edges of his mouth quirk, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Lie back down,” he says, as if you’ve said something funny.
“Rhysand!” You snap, defensively pulling up the straps of your thin wedding gown. “This is serious,” you hiss, “you do not make a joke out of things like—”
“Lie down.” Violet drops to icy indigo, eyes hardening as your own widen, muscle complying wilfully. Grey-blue peers down at you, and your brows curve. “Feyre…” She smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Why are you smiling?” You manage, swallowing bits of your fear, “this is serious.”
Her thumb brushes your lips, pushing on the lower one gently, “you’re our wife now.”
Her hand grips your left gently, slipping that unique sapphire ring onto your forth finger—it fits, like magic. “We’ll do this properly another time,” she murmurs, cupping your cheeks. “Get you a proper ring, have a proper ceremony,” she whispers, thumbing away the wet streaks that are beginning to roll back into your hair. “But you’re ours now. That’s all that matters. So you don’t have to worry about being in trouble with that brothel, okay?”
Rhys’ hands tighten on your hips, slotting himself closer between your legs, his length resting hot and heavily over your wet cunt. Eyes tear away from blue-grey, piercing into violet, “stop. Stop that. You can’t do that.”
He smirks, drawing back, letting you feel the slow drag of his cock over your cunt. As it drags down to your centre, tip pushing at the soft dip between your thighs.
You shiver, eyes going teary as you stare at him. “Rhys…” you whimper. Nails digging into your palms while Feyre keeps her hands over your shoulders, pushing you into the stone of the altar.
Rhysand groans at the sound, pleasure drawling from his mouth, rubbing the tip of his cock over your wet heat, bumping your clit. “Say that again, little lynx,” he orders. “Beg for me.”
The bargain crackles over your tummy and tears roll back. There’s no way out of this unless they release you. “Rhys…” you repeat, tongue forming the word all on its own. Adding the pleading undertone, too. As if you want it as much as they do.
Feyre’s eyes latch onto yours, hands cupping your cheeks as she leans down, kissing your glossy lips—glossy and smeared with arousal from her own cunt.
“How does it feel?” She asks softly over your mouth. “Tell me what it’s like having him inside you.”
More tears roll as your jaw opens on its own, ready to answer her question. “Feels good,” you whimper, brows curving with fear. “Filling me up.”
She makes a quiet sound of pleasure and intrigue in the back of her throat, before she’s planting another kiss to your lips, then—
Oh, gods.
“Open up for me,” she murmurs, thighs parting above you as she crawls to be above your face. “Let me feel that sweet tongue of yours again. She always makes me cum so well.”
Rhys presses in a little deeper, just so his head is inside your warm heat, pushing a whine from your lips.
Your mouth opens for her, tongue pressing over your lower lip so she can glide over you with ease, swipe her clit over the rough wetness of the hot muscle. She moans at the sight, lips lifting into a distinctly Feyre-like grin, “good girl.” Before her things widen, and she sinks down onto your mouth.
Tears roll back into the cloth that’s coating the altar as she uses you for her pleasure. Rhysand’s hips drag back, then push in roughly, shoving you further up the stone. Feyre winds over your mouth, finding her pleasure on your tongue.
“Go on,” she goads, sweetly. As if she isn’t degrading you to just a toy for her to put her cunt on. “Start licking. Like you mean it, too.”
The wet muscle flicks out and starts licking at her heat, just as Rhys picks up the pace, graduating from rough pushes to heavy poundings, slamming himself into your pussy until he’s buried to the hilt, creating a bump in your tummy.
Your High Lord groans, his hand splaying across the bulge in your abdomen, pressing down lightly as he fucks you into the sacred stone. “Such a lovely, warm cunt, huh?” He drawls, free hand gripping your hip. “Perfectly snug fit,” he snarls softly, “like you were made for us.”
Feyre whines as you suckle her clit, knowing well what types of sensations get her heating up, winding that coil tighter so she can soak your mouth. Your tongue pushes at her entrance, and she grinds against your face, hands playing with your nipples, pinching and flicking lightly while your own hands grip her thighs.
Rhys thumbs at your clit, drawing an embarrassing whimper from your throat. They both moan in response, Feyre tightening over your lips, needing to come on your tongue, needing to have her sex fluttering from your mouth.
His cock touches all those lovely spots, kissing and dragging over them, the slight curve enabling him to abuse them over and over, until you’re at the edge again.
“Come on, sweet thing,” the High Lady hums, grinding her hips over you, clit swiping over your tongue, sinking her entrance onto your nose as you suckle the sensitive bud. “Make me cum, won’t you? Make it so I’m coating your face, yeah?” She moans, and you cry beneath her.
Rhysand continues pounding into you, and with the feel of him inside your heat, the pad of his thumb playing with your clit, and her fingers on your nipples…you shatter.
Whines and moans spill from your lips, hips bucking wildly, trying to keep up with him while he slams into your cunt over and over until you’re being send scattering into overstimulation. He twitches inside of you, just as Feyre cries out, the liquid of her release spilling into your mouth just as Rhys does the same into your cunt.
You cry at the pleasure, white robe still adorning your skin, though it’s crumpled and wrinkled now. Fourth finger burning beneath the brand of the sapphire wedding band. Skin tingling where the bargain ink marks your skin.
Feyre moans loudly, the sweet sounds of her pleasure bouncing off the temple walls as she squirts, splashing over you as your eyes squeeze shut, continuing your attack to her sensitive, puffy clit, nipping at it whenever you can.
Hot spurts of Rhysand’s cum spill into you, both his hands gripping your hips to keep himself as deep as possible. “Such a good, well-behaved cunt,” he drawls, thumb swiping over your taut bud, muscles jerking at the sensation. “Think she’ll drink all of that up, huh? Keep it nice and deep? All tucked away like the greedy thing she is?”
More tears fall at the demeaning words, but there’s no time for sorrows as he pinches your clit tightly, making you flinch. “You’re forgetting part of your services, little lynx,” he purrs, making you whimper into her heat.
Reluctantly, holding back more tears, you manage to lift your shaky legs, bending at the knee so you can cross them round his hips, like you would normally do with whichever was between your legs that occasion. He groans with pleasure as you tighten your hold on him, keeping his cock deep inside your cunt.
The two of them lean forward, meeting above you as they taste one another, Feyre’s hips rock over your mouth, easing out her aftershocks while Rhys grinds himself against your heat, the tip of his cock dragging over that sensitive spot repeatedly.
You can’t stand the way they now touch you, with possessive ownership. Soft pathways trace onto your skin beneath their fingertips, as if stroking a pet to sleep.
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Woke up in an empty bed, still aching from the bites and scratches from last night. Went to get dressed and wanted to eat. Found her in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and eating ice cream. Half naked, boxers on and only an unbuttoned shirt cover her top, I put my hands on her legs and began massaging her as she continued to eat and look straight into my eyes as she licked the spoon. Her foot teasing my bulge as her ice cream began dripping on her breasts, licked her lips and started cleaning her with my tongue. Sucked her nipples and tasted the chocolate off of her as she moved her cute body.
Moving in closer, I bit her collarbones as I grinded my cock against her wet panties. Her hands around my neck pulled me up as we kissed, wet and messy, our tongues played with each other as we breathe and moaned. Could feel her getting warmed up and desperate, her legs locking behind my back, pulling my body hard against her’s while she threw off her shirt and I took mine off. Skin against skin, as her desperate kisses went down on me, eventually jumping down the counter on her knees. Her face rubbing against my boxers as her hands grabbed them and pulled them slowly down revealing my hard dick. She let it rest on her face as it pulsed, her lips were busy sucking my balls as precum dripped on her lovely face.
Grabbing my cock and licking the tip, she began stroking it while my hands held her hair. Soft lips made me struggle for air as she took more and more of it in her mouth. She sucked it as it went down her throat, faster and faster, and then changing the rhythm and slowing down to tease me. Throbbing in her mouth as I fucked her face, held her head still as she fingered herself, seeing her moan and tremble made me want to fill her with cum. Held her head against the base of my dick as I began to orgasm, moved my hips against her face as cum poured down her throat. Barely moaning and breathing and with her eyes rolled backwards, cum dripped off her chin as I pulled it out of her mouth.
I wasn’t finished, I pulled her up and slammed her against the counter. Her hair held tight in my hand as I pulled her panties to the side. Pressing my half hard cock on her opening made her pant, she guided in with her hand and I began going back and forth. She’d feel it get harder with every stroke. I grabbed her vibrator and pressed it on her clit. Her moans got louder as she creamed my cock, her insides felt tight and hot as I went deep into her. It didn’t took her long to climax, held her down and with the toy against her clit as she squirted and trembled. Dropped the toy and held her hands behind her as her face was against the counter, she couldn’t stop screaming. My cock began to throb as cum shot inside her, I grunted and went faster, pushing my cum deep as my orgasm made me abuse her hole. My eyes rolled as I finished pumping her full of cum, grabbed her by the hair and kissed her shoulder, hugging her from behind. We then went to shower, and maybe for another round.
Like a Waterfall | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+
Blurb from my long form Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader story Trapped (Go check it out if you're in the mood for a long read)
Word Count: 2.7k
Warning: thigh riding, face riding, daddy kink, slut shaming...it's both tame and out of pocket.
Context: Eddie goes over late one night after reader has a terrible day at work and ends up sleeping over. This is the next morning.
Eddie is woken up to something moving along his thighs, a damp specific heat radiating onto it. He’s momentarily confused until he hears you whimper, and it dawns on him. He opens his eyes, sunrise starting, a pinky blue haze in the sky cascading into the room.
He looks down to your face, your eyes still closed, frantically grinding your thin pajama pants against the thickest part of his thigh. He is already hard, thanks to morning wood, and he palms himself through his pants as he watches your face tense up in pleasure. He jerks off his cock a few strokes, perfectly content with letting you finish your dream until he hears, loud as daylight, “Eddie, feels so good.”
Eddie felt himself twitch in his hand as you whine his name desperately, causing a nearly primal want awaken in him, going from content with what he had to desperate for more. You start grinding faster, your whimpers louder. He grabs your face, kissing your lips with a pull in his stomach of pure lust. “Does it feel good as you use my thigh to get off, baby?” he asks, voice low, but still wanting to wake you up.
You nod, and start to kiss him back, continually grinding all the while. “Princess.”
“Hmm?” you ask, your hands starting to reach out for him, desperate to touch him. You feel yourself waking up, yet you didn’t want to leave the dream.
“Wake up.”
Your eyes flutter open, and your movements come to a halt. You glance around you, wondering where you were, and realizing it was already the next morning. You feel Eddie’s body shaking lightly, his arm moving rapidly. When you understand he was fisting himself, the feeling of your wet pussy pulsating against his thigh suddenly felt heavy, too aware.
“Oh, fuck I’m sorry,” you whisper, starting to get away from him, entirely too embarrassed. How much did he know?
Eddie grabs onto you with his free hand, his rough and calloused fingers easily tugging you back towards him. “Don’t you dare,” he mutters, his hips involuntarily grind up. You watch him, his face slack and his eyes starting to fade closed. “You grinding on my hips like a desperate little slut in your sleep was fantastic. Keep doing it for me.”
You can feel your insecurities of accidentally throwing him off now fading in the lust over taking your body. Your cunt gets wetter, the idea of him watching you get yourself off on his thighs while moaning his name surprisingly hot to you. You move to straddle his thigh again, but Eddie yanks down the elastic waistband. “Take off your panties first, doll.” You feel flushed, almost embarrassed. The embarrassment is quickly replaced with want and you quickly tear off your pants and shirt. “So desperate for my cock, huh?” You nod, straddling his thigh once more. “Too bad,” he grunts, placing one hand on the small of your back. “You make yourself cum on my thigh then daddy will fuck you.”
It slips out of him, he barely notices. It stuns you, your pussy hovering over the milky skin of his thighs. Your breathing is heavier, and a part of you wants to protest it but you moan, the idea turning you on more than it did off. “Okay, daddy.” You whimper, starting to hump him desperately.
The use of daddy now surprises him, and it dawns on him he had said it. He chuckles, remembering your wide eyes to the use of the word papa the night before. He shudders as your wet slick grinds up against him, soaking his bare thigh. He can now literally feel how turned on you are, literally pulsating around nothing as you whine.
“Shh, baby. I can hear someone downstairs.”
“S-sorry daddy,” you whimper, wholeheartedly jumping into it. You didn’t think it would work for you but calling Eddie daddy was something your brain was holding onto and squeezing tight, refusing to let go. You were panicking but your lust hazed brain was too gone to think critically. As you feel yourself get closer to the edge, your thighs pooling in heat and what feels like a physical build up in your tummy.
Eddie is grunting lowly as he watches your face fall more and more apart, thinking about asking you to masturbate for him on your bed so he can watch from your vanity. You are getting yourself off was somehow so much hotter than his own cock in your pretty little mouth. “It’s ok baby, I just don’t want your parents seeing their sweet little girl so needy as she gets herself off, ya?”
You nod, your throat feels tight, and you bite your lip. “Daddy, can I have a kiss?”
Eddie smiles, jerking himself off slowly, not to finish himself but just to have some release. “Cum, first, baby. Then sure.”
You don’t know how, but the very command of you to cum causes the coil in your stomach to snap sharply, a body spasming orgasm quickly swirling and invading your body, the heat becoming unbearable, even taking a pitstop in your head. It was an intense orgasm, your mouth opening and stunting against his shoulder. Eddie wants to kiss you, but his lusted-out brain decides against it and places two fingers in your mouth.
You accept his fingers happily, sucking on them hard and swirling your tongue over them, your thighs flexing and relaxing in a rhythm, still straddled on his thigh. “So eager.” He mutters, head tilted as you cover his fingers in your spit. He takes his fingers out finally and replaces them with his mouth, invading your mouth with his tongue, and you whimper in pleasure as you meet his with your own.
As you kiss, he grabs on to your hips and miraculously turns you onto your back. He sits up, reaching back to grab his shirt and yank it off. Your hips open already, open and ready for him to do whatever he wanted to you.
When Eddie’s momentarily blocked vision is cleared, he sees you staring up at him with a dark gaze, your legs open resting on their feet and your pussy glistening with how wet you were. “Jesus, I don’t think there will be anyone hotter.” He mutters his eyes staying on your cunt as he starts to line himself up with your entrance.
You reach out desperately for him, trying to touch his arms, his shoulders, any thing. Anything to calm the ache of just wanting him. You were wet enough for him to slide in easily, bottoming out instantly. The feeling of his cock feels so fucking good you start a loud moan and Eddie puts his hand on your mouth again. “Shut up, baby. We can’t have either of your parents wondering up about the commotion.”
His gruff hands using too much pressure on your mouth caused your eyes to roll back in your head, your mouth still open in quiet pleasure, feeling both over stimulated and like you’re not getting enough. Eddie takes his hand off your mouth and uses it to support his weight as he starts to roll his hips. Your skin tingles at your hip where one hand was stationed, and you feel your legs flexing as they wander around aimlessly in the air.
Eddie suddenly wraps both of his arms around your waist, tugging onto you as he supports your weight, and he lifts you so you’re now on top. “Ride my cock, make daddy cum.”
You see a slight shift in his features, and you can tell he’s getting closer to his own high. You start bouncing on his cock, your thighs sore from doing it yesterday, but too desperate to pay attention to it. He leans into you, whispering in your ear. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, princess. You ride me like a fucking porn star. She’s so sweet until you get a cock in her and all the sudden, she’s a big slut. Daddy’s slut.” He rambles on and you knew it was only a matter of time he was finishing, and you were letting him cum inside you again, accustomed and turned on by idea.
You weren’t close yourself, but watching his face get more screwed up as he gets closer, and you watch his chest heaving and feel his hands tighten their grip on your hips. “Gonna cum” he mutters, giving you only the slightest warning until you feel his cock shooting his white hot cum in you, filling you up even more. His orgasm lasted longer than it usually did, watching as your pussy leaks and overfills with him. You stop, out of breath and completely content in only cumming on his thighs. The idea was hot anyway.
Eddie looks at you as this idea starts to make home in your mind. The look on his face tells you that you are both nowhere close to being done. He sees your face and watches as the gears turn and figure out that he’s not quite done with you yet.
Wordlessly he lies down so his head is on the pillow, and you think he wants you to ride him again. He does, but not his cock. You crawl to straddle his cock again, and Eddie tugs on your thighs, guiding you to crawl up closer and closer to his face. You stop, resting your ass on his chest as you figure what he wanted.
Eddie looks down towards his chest, your pussy leaking his cum, the white substance covering your pussy lips. He groans, and reaches one hand to use his finger, hooking lightly and collecting it. He puts the finger in his mouth, and he feels his chest get wetter as you watch the way you both taste together, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He reaches in for more and brings this sample to your mouth, having you taste the combined slick of the both of you. It was erotic, the bitter taste of his cum mixed with the metal taste of your pussy. “Wanna taste more of that. Sit on my fucking face.” He mutters, tugging on your thighs to bring you closer.
You find yourself drawn to his face, slowly inching towards it. Your pussy finally reaches just over his mouth, and you sit down lightly on it, afraid you would hurt him if you put all your weight onto him. Eddie is having none of your hesitation and hooks his arms around your thighs and tugs you down harshly. You attempt to sit back up, and Eddie keeps you in place.
He says something muffled, but you were guessing he was telling you to stay put. Eddie licks one long strip down your pussy, you are moaning brokenly and wrapping your arm around your face as to not make too much noise. Eddie can see your face twisted up already in pleasure, and does the lick again, and experimentally tapping his tongue repeatedly, the sensation sending a shock through you as you completely relax your weight on to him.
Eddie keeps his eyes on you, refusing to close them.
Your pussy gets wetter by the second, Eddie expertly lapping up all your juices but always just avoiding your clit. You get desperate for him to abuse your clit and start grinding on his face, and a muffled moan comes from him, aroused at your increasingly greedy stature. As you grind a tad harder than you were before, your hips making a slightly bigger circle before. Your clit finally reaches some release, not from his tongue from what you were craving but his nose. A wave of pleasure goes through you, and you start huffing lightly as you start to purposely rub your nub against his nose.
He wonders what changed then feels a purposeful hit of his nose on your clit, and he realizes you were getting off on it. He lets it happen, starting to suck on your pussy lips hard and help you chase the high the flexing of your thighs under neath his hands were signalling you were so close to. “I-Im close” you mumble softly, and Eddie holds on to you tighter and you respond by grabbing his hair.
He chuckles into your hole, and his tongue darts into it, and you continue grinding it, his tongue fucking you with as much effect as his cock would. In your stomach the coil gets tighter and you can you feel your legs shaking around his head as he laps up every single drop you spilling onto his face. By now you’ve nearly pushed out every drop of his cum, which wasn’t the point to begin with.
You crouch over, feeling the same intense feeling you had the night before. It starts from his nose on your clit, spreads like wildfire through your legs and into your tummy. You feel the same urge to push and let go, and a wave of pleasure hits again. A gushing sound hits your ears, your thighs suddenly feeling sticky and wet. You sit up, looking down at Eddie’s face and seeing him covered in your slick you just let out.
“Holy shit,” you mutter, backing up from his face. “Holy shit.” You fall onto your back next to him, breathing heavily. Eddie blinks rapidly, wiping his eyes, his wet lashes looking like he went for a swim. You giggle, feeling giddy as your orgasm is still lingering. You somehow manage to get up, knees weak as you waddle to the hook on the back of the door of your room for a clean towel. As you hit the bed again Eddie reaches out and you yank it out of his reach. “Let me, baby.” You delicately pat the towel on his face, absorbing all your slick and getting on his ears where it both miraculously and impressively ended up.
“I must’ve squirted a lot this time huh,” you comment, still finding wet areas around his neck and chin.
Eddie laughs, sitting up. “God, like a fucking waterfall you were.”
You flush, the comparison making you nervous. Eddie notes the sudden change in your demeanor, curious, considering you were still naked with him. “A very, very pretty waterfall. A waterfall I could stay in forever.” He reassures you, and you scrunch your shoulders up as he leans in to kiss you rapidly.
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I think I'm done posting blurbs from the story for a while... don't wanna give it all away at once. ;)
Warnings: Kidnapping, Dark!, Non-con/Dub-con, Forced!Blowjob, Smut, Insomnia!Reader, Kidnapped!Reader, Victim!Reader. Implied age gap/ older man/younger woman, somnophilia, use of Little/good Girl.
AN: for @ninakuli How would the Grabber react if the reader couldn’t get to sleep? Well, this might be one of the ways.
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“Can’t sleep?”
The rough voice made you look up from your position lying on the moldy mattress. You wondered how anyone could sleep here. A stranger’s house, a damp basement, an unknown environment. The walls were bare except for the painting peeling down. The tiny barred window that let in the only light, whether it was day or night because of the lamp that hung in front of it, was up too high. The walls absorbed any sound. It was a prison made with hellish barriers.
And then there was that stranger who came watching. You never knew when he would be down here. Never knew what he would do next. It had you on edge. How could anyone ever sleep when he was around?
So far, he’d mostly been down to watch you, talk to you, work on your mind until his words confused you and you started to believe you’d ended up here all because of your own doing. That you deserved being here.
But there had been that one time when you had pretended to have been asleep, eyes closed, in hopes he would become bored and turn away. But instead of leaving, you had heard his breathing deepen. And then you had felt his hand between your thighs, fingers pressing deep into your clothed skin until one finger curled against your covered cunt. You could still feel his fingertip press against your sensitive bud. The touch hadn’t lasted long, for you’d shot up instantly and his hand had been back by his side almost just as fast. But you were certain it had not been a dream.
And now you were scared of him. Frightened, that if you were to go to sleep, he might take you in it. That he might claim your body as his own when you could not fight back.
Anxiety ate you, piece by piece until it wrecked your nerves and made you shiver with fearful anticipation. Any sound would trigger a panicked reaction and would have you sit up and open your eyes. Because he is here again, isn’t he? Even when he wasn’t. You were constantly alert, ready to shy away from any advances he might try to make.
And so, you blinked up at him fearfully while you wondered what he would be doing next. He’d commented on your lack of sleep the past few times he’d been down there, annoyed that he couldn’t watch you sleep like he had the others. You didn’t know how many had been here before you, only that he somehow seemed to enjoy observing them when they weren’t awake.
Creep, you thought. You wondered if he got off of it. And why he couldn’t just enjoy you while you were awake?
Perhaps that had been a wrong thought to have, because what he said next made shivers run down your spine.
“I know just the thing.” Just the thing for what? To make you sleepy? You wondered for a moment if he referred to some kind of drug, or if he might just knock you out with one of his fists. But he did neither.
He cocked his head to the side, the mask’s chin pointed at his right shoulder. He was observing you, his stance pensively. What was he thinking? But then you regretted that thought when the man came over to you, coming closer than he had in the past few days.
“An ancient old medicine,” he said, voice low and gruff, while he started to unbuckle his belt. And that was the moment you realized what he might be implying. What he might want from you. He probably had wanted this all along.
Your eyes grew wide with fear as you tried to crawl back on the mattress until your back hit the wall and you couldn’t back away any further. “It has proven to be very effective over time,” his husky voice sounded. Then a chuckle emerged from behind the mask as he pushed his pants and underpants down to reveal an achingly hard cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip and glistening in the faint light that fell in from the window above.
The belt was wrapped around his right fist, the end of it dangling in front of you.
You tried to shield your eyes with your hands. “Please,” you begged when you noticed he’d stepped even closer and completely ignored the fact that you had tried to get away. “No, please,” his hand was upon your wrist, yanking it away to uncover your eyes. You looked up at him, tears glistening in your eyes, while you pleaded for him to spare you. “I’ll go to sleep,” you said, voice choked by tears. “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll go to sleep. You don’t need to do this.”
He paused in his actions and there was that tilt of his head again as he studied you through the hole-eyes of the mask. The belt dropped from his hand and fell to the basement floor with a clank.
His right hand came up to your cheek and you flinched, afraid he might slap you there. But his touch was gentle, his palm lightly upon your skin. You opened your eyes again to look up at him mistrustingly and wished you could tell what kind of expression he held behind that darned mask he was wearing.
You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that he was taking his time, standing there, only inches away from you. He was gently caressing your cheek, his thumb tracing circles. The motion was soothing as if he was trying to comfort you. It worked as well, for you felt your shoulders relax somewhat, despite your brain being on full alert.
His other hand was holding his cock. The aching hard member twitched in his grip as a new spurt of pre-cum droplets emerged from the tip. You tried not to look at it, which was hard as his shaft was on eye-level with you, ready to be brought to your lips.
Would he do it? You wondered how far he would go. He hadn’t touched you before like this. He’d been mostly at a distance. Except for that one time. But it figured he would eventually succumb to these primal desires. Why else had he taken you? If it had been just to kill then he would have done so already. Why keep you alive if not for this?
You whimpered, slightly trembling under his caress. A low hum escaped the masked man, then he stood straight again and you saw him move his upper body. The vest he was wearing fell open, his naked stomach showed. Round, you thought, pudgy. Yet, the muscles that showed on his chest betrayed your kidnapper was a man of strength. A strength that was confirmed almost instantly when he suddenly reached for you.
You felt your head being yanked towards him, and his shaft that had been angled at your lips was now pressed against them, begging you to spread them wide. He kept pushing, roughly, until the meat was between your lips and the head of his cock was upon your tongue. The salty taste of flesh mixed with the bitterness of the pre-cum filled your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks. And then he started to thrust.
You looked up at him, pleading silently for his mercy. But at the sight of your tear-stained eyes, his thrusts grew even fiercer and his grip on your head even tighter. You were left with no alternative but to suck, accepting his cock deep inside your throat.
Low, deep rumbles came from the depth of his chest when you started to cooperate. He was pleased, humming and moaning ‘oh yeah’ and ‘just like that’. Sounds that vibrated through his cock until you felt them in your mouth.
Dirty, your mind provided you while he moved you up and down his shaft. The salty and bitter taste of him filled you completely. The curly hairs around his manhood pressed into your nostrils when he pushed your head forward, blocking off your chance to breathe. You sputtered around him, feeling the tip at the back of your throat, feeling his cock spasm between your lips.
You gurgled and sputtered, trying not to choke. A moment of respite when he slid your head back again and his cock nearly left your lips, but then he pushed forward again until his hips met your cheek and your nose was nestled deep within his pubic hair.
You gasped and tried to claw at his hips, but all you felt was how he kept a tight grip on your head and stilled his movements, leaving his cock deep between your lips, the head pushing the back of your throat.
The process repeated itself a few more times, until his cock finally slipped from your lips and you were left gasping for air. A trail of sperm and saliva dripped from your lips and ran down your chin. You moved your hand up to wipe it away, but he caught your wrist before you could get there.
Staring up at him with wide eyes, you heard a chuckle derive from behind the mask. “Na-ah,” the man tusked, his low gravelly voice making something twist deep inside you. A longing, a tingle that had you squeezing your legs together. A foreboding feeling washed over you, that he wasn’t finished just yet. That this was only the beginning.
“Leave it there,” the man hummed. The pause that followed felt too long, making you writhe uncomfortably while you waited for him to either speak or let go of your hand. In the end, he did both, nearly at the same time. “I think I will have to cover your face in a layer of my spunk next time,” there was that rasp again. You had heard it before, how he could slide from a normal, almost gentle tone, into a demonic rasp that was usually used when he was angry and full of curses. “Paint your face a nice white with my cum,” he clicked his tongue behind the mask. His voice became lighter again.
“But for now, there’s another way I have in mind to tire you.”
You shivered at the promise and tried to back away again. The man in front of you got hold of his throbbing cock, wrapping his left hand around it. You saw how his fingers curled around the glistening shaft, still covered in your saliva, and watched how the veins throbbed when he moved his hand up and down at a firm but gentle pace. The ring on his finger glinted in the weak light, skin rippling as he pumped his hand up and down his throbbing cock. Still hard. Balls underneath heavy with cum.
“Undress, sweetie,” he cooed, voice soft like honey. But when you refused to do as he said, his tone turned drier and more menacing again.
What happened next was much of a blur. He made you undress for him, tweak your nipples for him, rub your hands up and down your bare chest for him while he watched and laughed and licked his tongue past his teeth at the show. His hand never ceased moving up and down slowly, hardening himself underneath his touch until he thought it was enough.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” it took only one command and you were back on your back on the mattress. Your bare back scrubbed along the mold. Even covered in the dark shade of the mask, you could see the glistening of his eyes, pupils wide. You hesitatingly spread your legs for him.
He crawled over you, cock still in his hand, and pressed your legs apart to fit himself in between. His right hand was on your thigh, palm pressed against your soft skin. His left hand guided his cock to your quivering cunt until you felt the head kiss your labia. A wet feeling against your pussy lips and you realized he was smearing his pre-cum at your entrance, deliberately rubbing the head of his cock up and down your entrance while some of the pre-cum came seeping out.
Your fingers clawed at his shoulders and your lips parted in a gasp. “Please,” you begged, knowing it to be futile. Then he dipped in, just the head. Careful fingers pressed the tip in. Not enough to hurt yet, just enough to tease.
He paused in his actions just to bend down, his hair brushed against your cheek as he whispered near your face. “That’s my good girl.”
Then he thrust forth without mercy.
You were speared upon his cock that night, in the basement that was your prison. He left you sore and tired as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling body beneath him.
He’d been right. You closed your eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber afterward, relieved when he finally rose from the bed and left you alone. You were too tired to notice when the Grabber returned for you in the midst of the night to get some more relief. Until you faintly awoke to wet sounds and the odd feeling of something thrusting deep inside you.
“Hush, pretty girl,” the low voice whispered in your ear, hips moving relentlessly while he kept pushing himself inside. One hand was on your breast, squeezing it tightly while he toyed with you. His other arm was around your waist, his knee between your legs as he held you from behind, your cunt squeezing down on his cock which was covered in your mixed juices.
“I’ll make you go to sleep soon, little one. Don’t you worry. I’ll make you sleep real deep.”
Thinking about next time I go and see daddy instead of him letting me get into his passenger seat like normal he parks his car and gets out before letting me know he’s here so he has time to find a place to hide in the shadows and as I’m walking up to his car already anxious to be in the pitch black parking lot my sundress clinging to my body as I walk. Once I’m to the car I get pinned to it roughly all of daddy’s body weight being forced onto me as he covers my screams with his hand. After making sure I won’t scream Daddy starts tying my hands behind my back and gagging me with the underwear he ripped off my body while roughly molesting me. He shoves me into the backseat with a toy way to big for me in my cunt before getting in the driver seat and making the 2 hour drive to his house every once in awhile he puts his hand in the back seat to pump the toy in and out before forcing it deeper into my stretched dripping cunt spending the ride in mostly silence besides my whimpering and gagged pleas to be untied.
Once we get to daddy’s house I’m roughly pulled from the backseat and forced to walk to his door the the big toy being pushed deeper into my cunt by him so it doesn’t fall out as I walk. The moment we get inside i’m forced to my knees. Daddy taking the underwear gag out of my mouth before roughly pushing his cock into my throat giving me a thorough face fucking before pulling out to cum on my face and tits. Daddy then gives me the tour of his house with his cum still dripping down my face and tits. I’m led around by his tight grip in my hair not even allowing me to turn my head unless I ask him permission. Once we get to the last part of the tour his bedroom he pushes me onto the bed falling down onto my ass it forces the rest of the toy into my cunt my eyes rolling back from how big the toy is. Daddy pushes me onto my back and roughly starts to move the toy in and out of me my stretched hole now bright red and puffy from the constant abuse. once I’m limp and pliant from the pleasure of being stretched my arms that where once tied behind my back are now being to his head board my legs being forced open by being tied to his foot board. Daddy walks away for a moment before coming back with a wand my groggy mind not even registering what it is till I start to feel the vibrations on my clit. Daddy pulling the large toy out of my cunt so he can take its places the wand forcing multiple orgasms out of me making me tighten my walls around daddy’s cock. I desperately try to get out of the rope binding my cries for mercy falling on deaf ears as daddy breeds my cunt as many times as he want. Keeping the overstimulating wand on my clit till he’s done with me not caring if I pass out before he’s completes his job.
Wanna know something good? Getting a shy little thing, pressing them against a window just high enough that they can see everyone walking around on the sidewalk beneath and then fuck them hard and fast. I wanna tease them about how if a single person looks up they'll see them moaning while getting railed, and ask them if they think anyone's gonna stop to watch them get beautifully pounded by me, if anyone is gonna think they're such a slut for giving the world a show of how they like to get fucked.
ok but kissing someone when they’re dominating the kiss is a whole other level of experience. like when they wrap their hand around your throat and kiss you in that controlling, demanding way. it feels like all you can do is follow their lead and it makes your head go fuzzy in pleasure. bonus points if they push you by your throat against a surface and pin you there.
Thinking about pulling up a chair in front of a shy little sub’s bed and telling them to touch themselves for me. The catch being that whatever they do to themself - and only whatever they do to themself - is what I’ll do to them afterwards. So if you want me to fuck you senseless, choking you and slapping your pretty face and making you cum screaming, you’d better get to it. If you keep with these bashful, awkward touches, that’s all you’re getting.
But show me what you really want, and I’ll show you I can do it better.
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