Summary: You're confused, angry, then confused again. Oh, and sore. Very, very sore.
Warnings: dub-con as fuck, smut, mind manipulation, forced mating bond acceptance (lemme know if I missed somethin)
Words: idk on my phone again lol
Author's Notes: I hope you guys like this ooone I'll come back and edit it some after work but I neeeded to get this out to you guyssss I worked on it at midnight last night and then from 6:30 to now 😂 lemme know what you think!
18+ only pls
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Soft light poured through the trees above you, orange, red and gold leaves adorning them. A few fluttered to the ground, one of them tickling your nose before falling to the earth and eliciting a soft laugh from you.
Your hands were interlaced with two others, and sneaky glances out of the corners of your eyes revealed them.
Your... What were they again?
You scrunched your forehead in confusion, your left hand receiving a gentle squeeze a moment later.
"Are you alright, little flame?" You turned your head to look at him, eyes meeting warm amber, red hair covering the earth beneath him.
"Of course," you said lightly, pushing away the sinking feeling that something was wrong.
"You want to get married, don't you?" The female next to you sighed, tugging on your hand lightly. Her skin was glowing brightly, tiny flames burning at the ends of her hair. "I always knew this day would come, but I don't want you to. I'll miss my baby girl so much," she cooed, brushing a hand filled with tiny, swirling flames over your cheek, the heat tickling your skin. "You should stay at the cottage with me forever."
"I won't go anywhere, mama, I promise," you reassured her. "Besides, who would I marry?" you giggled, trying to think of any males that you knew-
"Breakfast time!" a voice yelled, pulling you from your dream. "Mother, how are you still asleep, Y/N?" The tall one- Cassian- said, the mattress beneath you shifting, and you felt a weight hovering over you. "Does your head still hurt?" he whispered, letting a thumb brush over your temple.
There was still a dull ache behind your eyes, but you felt... better? Still foggy, though, like you were wading through mud in your mind.
"Not too much," you whispered softly, a happy thrill tugging against your heart-
Leading you straight to him.
Three other golden strings were tied to your heart, each of them pulsing gently in time with your heartbeat.
Your mates.
"Good, good. Let's get you to the kitchen, baby girl," Cassian said, pulling himself off of you, a chill running up your spine with the absence of his warmth. He stood and scooped you out of the bed, a surprised squeak leaving your lips. His long legs carried the two of you swiftly to the door, and you pinched his arm gently.
"I'd like to wear something," you said when he stopped to look down at you, hazel eyes worried for a moment before softening.
"Of course, baby. I know just the thing," Cassian said when he set you on your feet carefully. He went into the closet, coming back a moment later with a giddy smile on his face. He held up a large maroon t-shirt, sliding it over your arms and letting it fall over your body, the hem resting an inch above your knees. "You look even more perfect," he sighed happily before lifting you into his arms again.
The hallways all blurred together, each turn only making you more confused-
If you lived here, shouldn't you... remember your home?
Unease gnawed at your stomach, setting you on edge as Cassian brought you into the kitchen, your other mates busy setting the table for breakfast.
"Good morning, Y/N!" Feyre squealed, dropping the cutlery she was holding to the table before beelining towards you, prying you from Cassian's arms so you were standing. Her arms encircled you tightly, your mate scenting your neck deeply before pulling away. "Are you hungry, love? We made your favorite- pancakes!"
Your brow furrowed. Pancakes weren't your favorite, muffins were-
Suddenly you remembered trying Azriel's pancakes for the first time, declaring that they were your favorite breakfast food from now on through a mouthful of them. The memory sent a sharp pain to the base of your skull, your slight wince of pain noticed by all four of your mates.
"Is your head hurting you, darling?" Rhys asked knowingly, as if you'd already confirmed it. You felt a distinct pressure in your head for a moment, your confusion at the sensation disappearing a moment later. "Sit and eat, it will make you feel better."
Four pairs of hands fussed over you, pushing your chair in carefully. Your plate was piled high with pancakes and fruit, plenty of blueberry syrup poured over the fluffy stack.
Cassian had gleefully stolen your silverware, cutting each bite and feeding it to you, taking bites of his own while you were chewing.
Rhys, Feyre and Azriel were discussing something to do with the Hewn City- where that was, you had no clue.
In fact... you had no clue where you were.
You were halfway through your plate when the memory hit you again-
Your nose was plugged by two strong fingers, your chin held in place by a large hand.
"Open up, and you can breathe again," Feyre said, waving a forkful of pancakes in front of you. "Come on, for your mate? Please?" You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to convey that you would never eat something from any of them-
But you ran out of air before the message was understood, and the moment you opened your mouth to take a breath, the food was shoved into your mouth. A hand clamped over your mouth, and paired with the fingers still pinching your nose, you had no choice but to chew.
Tying you to them forever.
You stood up abruptly, only managing to turn to the doorway you'd come through before you were restrained, hands pinned behind your back and a large, tanned hand holding you against Cassian's stomach.
"Oh, no, little love," Feyre said darkly. "You're not going anywhere. You're our mate, remember?"
You shook your head, wiggling in the Illyrian's hold. "I didn't choose to accept the bond! You forced me to!" You insisted, fighting hard against the iron grip keeping you still.
"Because you don't know what you want, darling," Rhys stated simply. "But we know exactly what you want."
"What I want is to go home!"
"And where is that?" The question came from Azriel, who had been silent until now. His hazel eyes were dark as they roved over your body before locking with yours. "The only place you belong is here."
You shook your head, trying to remember what your home looked like but-
There was nothing.
You couldn't remember where you'd grown up, what hobbies you enjoyed, childhood friends, even your parents- all of it sat on the edge of your mind, slipping through your fingers when you tried to reach for it.
Cool fingers met your cheeks, bringing your attention back to the four people keeping you captive.
"How about we let Cassian show you just how much you belong here, hm?" Feyre asked, blue-grey eyes staring at you intently. You weren't sure what she meant, but you were certain you didn't want to. Without wasting a second you were pulled through the fabric of the world for a moment, the three of you landing in the bedroom you'd woken up in.
Panic started growing in your chest, your breathing quickening-
It was snuffed out, leaving you sitting on Cassian's lap, one hand moving up from your waist to knead your breast, the other snaking down between your legs, lifting the fabric of your borrowed shirt-
You glared at Feyre, not entirely sure why you were so upset, but the playful smile on her lips had some of it melting away.
"See, little love? You belong with us," she said softly, a hand cupping your cheek so, so gently. "Don't you agree?"
Cassian's fingers dipped between your folds, a groan vibrating against your neck. "Sweet girl, so wet for your mates," he murmured against your skin, gently biting down before laving at the hurt.
"If you play around with her too long, Cassian, maybe Azriel or I should show her who she belongs to," Rhys said. Your eyes fluttered open, you hadn't even realized they'd fallen shut, and now you had three witnesses as Cassian growled, pulling you tighter to his chest.
"Don't even dare," he hissed. "What do you think, baby? Can you take me without preparation?" Your brow furrowed in confusion, but it was short lived as Cassian stood, turned around and deposited you on the bed, his pants shoved from his hips.
Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, the head of it red and leaking precum, and entirely too large for you to take.
"Oh, don't doubt yourself like that darling," Rhys smirked. "You've taken Cassian countless times, you'll be fine."
"Maybe a bit sore," Azriel chuckled.
Two thick fingers pushed into you, stretching you quickly as your eyes watched Cassian, his own darkened with desire. A satisfied grin slipped over his lips at the squelching noise they made, heat covering your cheeks. You tried lifting your hands to cover your face, only for them to be pinned to the bed gently, Feyre and Rhys smirking on either side of you.
"This is your punishment for thinking you don't belong here, with your mates darling," Rhys cooed, brushing his free hand against your cheeks. "There will be no hiding your pleasure from the four of us today."
You pouted at him, only for Cassian to curl his fingers just so, a pleasured sigh leaving your lips instead. He chuckled before pulling them out, using the slick on them to coat his cock. Just the sight of him running his hand over it had butterflies fluttering in your stomach, knowing he'd be inside of you in just a moment-
But you had been angry, right...? What had you been angry-
Cassian pushed into you slowly, the stretch of the first inch burning, and you tried to back away, tried to get some space-
"Ah, ah," Cassian said, pinning your hips with his hands. "No running away from us, sweet mate." Inch by inch, he forged his way inside of you, the stretch leaving you with no room to breathe by the time he'd seated himself fully inside of you.
You were gasping, your hands curled into the sheets as you tried to breathe, tried to adjust to the size of him stretching you so completely, but there was no getting used to it, especially once he started moving.
The hard and fast pace he set had you gasping with each thrust, the head of his cock bumping against your cervix every few times, pain melding with pleasure. Two fingers slipped over your clit in time with Cassian's movements, building you up higher, higher higher-
You came with a cry, walls quivering around Cassian as you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed at the pleasure still being thrust into you. Cassian groaned, falling forward to lave at your neck as he emptied himself inside of you.
You felt stretched beyond belief, tenderness already blossoming when his cock twitched inside of you, a whimper leaving your lips.
"Cass, get off of her, she's learned her lesson. Right, darling?" Rhys said expectantly.
You weren't sure what they were talking about, but you nodded your head anyways. Anything to lessen the pressure inside of you-
Cassian pulled out reluctantly, pressing a kiss to your lips before getting up completely. "I'll go grab a cloth, alright love?"
You didn't care what he did as you rolled onto your right side, curling into a ball and wincing at how sore you felt already, the small about of preparation he'd done doing little to stop the pain blooming inside of you.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic little love," Feyre giggled. "You love the feeling of being sore after sex, remember?"
Memory after memory hit you of you reveling in the feeling left behind by your mates, curling into Feyre's side as she held you gently while the boys cleaned you up.
Summary: You've fallen ill, but luckily for you, your mates are more than willing to stay at your bedside and tend to your needs.
Warnings: nothing specific in this chapter, but reader is still being mind-manipulated
Words: idk it's on my phone again 🙂↕️
Author's Note: if you squint, you can see that maybe she didn't just go to the market 😏 also this is obviously inspired by my own recent illness (boooo) and rlly just something to keep the creative juices going. I hope you guys like it, it's rlly just fluffy Az and Feyre 😌
18+ only pls
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Cool cloth dabbed across your forehead had your eyes cracking open, wincing even at the low candlelight illuminating the room.
"There you are, bunny," a smooth voice said gently, the cloth leaving your forehead to be replaced with a fresh one only a moment later. The quiet splashing of water had you turning your head to the left, and you were confused at the sight before you. Two shadows were wringing out a cloth over a wooden bucket.
How were shadows...?
"How are you feeling, bunny?" You turned your head to the right, gaze landing on warm hazel eyes. "You gave us quite a scare, being out for two days."
Two days?
"I..." you paused. The room felt freezing, and your entire body ached with each shiver that passed through it. There was a pressure in your head and face, your nose stuffed to the point of discomfort. "Not good," you whispered, pushing your cheek into the soft, scarred hand he extended.
"I thought that might be the case," he sighed. "Your skin is barely glowing, baby girl."
A peek under the blankets proved him right, the normally bright-ember glow of your skin reduced to a faint shimmer.
"What..." You coughed, interrupting your question. Azriel stopped pressing the cloth to your forehead, instead lifting you up enough to let you drink from the glass he pressed to your lips. "What happened?" You asked after he settled you back into the bed, those scarred hands you loved so much brushing over your forehead soothingly.
Azriel sighed heavily. "We were all busy with our Court duties, and you had so sweetly decided to go grocery shopping to make us a special dinner when we returned. But... You forgot to wear enough layers, and the city was cold enough that you fell ill," he explained, the thread connecting you to him tightening with fear. "You're so sensitive to the cold, bunny, that by the time we returned home you were barely conscious." Soft lips pressed to your forehead, but you saw the tears in his eyes when he pulled away.
"I'm cold now..." you said slowly, giving your best puppy dog eyes to him. "I could use some extra warmth." He hesitated, and you lifted the blanket up with soft smile on your face, letting out a happy breath when he climbed into bed with you. You settled into the crook of his arm, carefully positioned around his wing, head resting on his chest, heartbeat sounding in your ear.
"Better?"
"Better," you whispered, nuzzling into him, breathing in as much of his scent as you could.
You drifted in and out of sleep, vaguely aware of Az's hand running through your hair, his shadows running a cloth against your forehead when deemed necessary. At some point an arm had snaked over your waist, a warm body pressed to your back. A turn of your head showed it was Feyre, stunning blue eyes already open and watching you.
"Hi, little love," she whispered softly. "How are you feeling?"
"Still not good. But a little better, with both of you," you admitted, the flush in your cheeks darkening.
"I'm glad to hear that, Y/N." The sound of your name from her lips sent your heart racing, unconsciously tugging on the bond between you before yawning wide. "Why dont you get some more sleep, hm? We need you in good health, for all of our well-beings love."
"Will you stay?" you asked quietly.
"Of course, Y/N. I'll always stay with you." The words, the promise in her voice let you drift back into that soft place, swaddled between two of your mates.
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Soft sunlight filtered through the fabric curtains, and this time your head only ached a little bit, for which you were grateful.
Fingers were tracing patterns on the arm you had slung over Azriel, another running through your hair rhythmically.
"Morning bunny," Azriel said as you nuzzled into him, lifting a leg to hook over one of his.
"Morning Azzie," you breathed, squeezing him as much as you could with your arm. "Morning Fey," you giggled after her fingers gripped your arm lightly.
"Do you feel up to eating in the kitchen?" Feyre asked, her fingers tracing your skin once more.
You weren't particularly hungry, but your body was beginning to ache from laying down for so long. "If I can bathe first," you said quietly.
"Of course you can bathe first, bunny," Az chuckled. "Feyre, I'll get her cleaned up and dressed if you could go tell Cass and Rhys to start cooking." You let out a whine at the suggestion, not wanting to be without either of them right now. "Or, we can both help you bathe, if you'd like."
"Yes, please," you said, shooting a bright smile his way. You weren't feeling normal yet, but something about the presence of your mates seemed to make your illness fade to the background.
"Then we need to get you out of this bed," Feyre giggled, pulling you out of Azriel's arms and over her as you struggled weakly, laughter spilling from you as she tickled your sides. A breathy laugh in your ear had your heart racing for a different reason, and Feyre helped you sit up, following close behind.
Azriel moved silently, scooping you from the bed without warning and whisking you into the bathroom, carefully setting you on your feet. He and Feyre worked quickly to undress you, the tub filling with steaming water thanks to the enchanted pipes. Feyre brushed out your hair gently as Azriel picked out a soap to pour into the tub- a blend reminiscent of his own scent, which made you smile.
You blushed when Azriel insisted upon lifting you into the tub, lowering you down with such care it made your heart throb. Together they washed you with soft cloths, running them over your skin.
Your skin, which was glowing again, almost at its usual brightness.
"You look like you're feeling better, little love," Feyre said as she carefully lowered your head to the water, soaking your hair before pouring shampoo into her palm.
"I am feeling better, Fey. Though not quite normal," you replied, sniffling noisily for show as she massaged the shampoo into your hair, eyes fluttering shut.
"Good, that's all we want baby," Azriel said, pressing a sweet kiss to a wet hand. You smiled at him, knowing, feeling that it was the truth, straight from the bond in your chest.
You let yourself drift off as Feyre rinsed your hair and then worked conditioner into it, Azriel's hands dipping back into the water to massage your feet.
"Alright, Y/N, let's get you up," Feyre said once she had rinsed your hair again, her hands coming to support you under your arms while you stood. She only let go to grab a fluffy towel, letting Azriel lift you out of the tub and into her waiting arms.
You were nearly ready to sleep again by the time they'd dried you off, your hair wrapped securely in a towel as they helped you shuffle back into the bedroom you shared with your mates.
Feyre pulled a nightgown from the closet that matched her eyes, along with a matching pair of panties and a pair of fluffy white knee socks from the dresser. A grin covered her face as she approached, as if she knew that you liked being dressed in her color.
Cotton slid up your legs and over your hips, cozy flannel pulled over your head and down to your thighs, finished off with soft wool, tugged up to your knees.
Once you were dressed, you stood and started walking to the door, only to be stopped by a gentle grip on your arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" Azriel asked, a teasing look in his eyes.
"You're not walking down there, not when you have mates that are perfectly capable of carrying you," Feyre said, nudging you towards Az. "Let him carry you, little love. It makes us feel better to take care of you."
You bit your lip, wanting to please them but also wanting to stretch your legs a bit... But that didn't matter, not when Azriel beamed at you when you opened your arms, letting him hoist you into his own.
And as you clutched to him, arms and legs wrapped around him, you couldn't bring yourself to want to be anywhere else.
Summary: You arrive at your prison, eager alphas at your side.
Warnings: mentions of death, omegaverse, kidnapping/being kept as prisoner, lemme know if I missed something
Words: short idk
Author's Note: not my best work but eh 🤷♀️ it's something. I hope you guys like it, and I hope it makes sense lol.
18+ only pls
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Your body ached as you came to, instinctively stretching your limbs and freezing once you'd bumped into someone else's limbs on both sides of you.
"Ah, we were worried you'd be asleep forever," a smooth voice said from your right, a shiver running down your spine at the sound of it.
Rhysand, the King of Night. Rhysand, who had killed your father.
"Look at me, omega," a voice, a female's, said from your left, and your muscles obeyed while your mind protested. The Queen of Night, Feyre, gently prodded at your cheek and you winced, only now realizing that you had a gash in your flesh. "I'm so sorry you got hurt in all the chaos, love. Are you feeling alright?"
You merely stared ahead, choosing to look at her right ear instead of making eye contact. They had ruined everything- and while you hadn't thought your father and brothers killing the last King and Queen of Night was a good thing, you now wished they'd killed the entire royal family, if only for you to have kept your own.
"Fine, don't talk," she huffed. "We'll be in the capital in an hour or so. I'm sure that a warm meal and a bath sound just about perfect to you right now."
You wouldn't admit it, but she was right. Seeing as you'd been asleep, you weren't sure how long you'd been traveling for- though if you were only an hour away from their capital, on the opposite end of Prythian, you'd been asleep for quite a while.
"We already have the perfect room picked out for you, just next to ours," Rhysand said, one of his hands twining with yours. "The windows look out over the bay, so you'll get to watch the sunsets that almost rival my wife in beauty." Feyre giggled lightly before winding her arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close, even with your body stiffened against her touch.
"They certainly don't stand up to you, Y/N," Feyre insisted as she pressed her lips to your uninjured cheek, you stomach rolling at the action.
Those lips had shown her delight at your parents' death, and you would not be forgetting it any time soon.
It was becoming clearer to you, now that the initial shock and horror had passed, that the two alphas flanking you had every intention of making you their omega- a fate you considered worse than death. You wouldn't allow them to touch you in that way, or gods forbid, claim you. No, you'd take a much different route, if forced.
You kept your eyes trained on the floor of the carriage, ignoring each of their attempts to converse with ease, focusing on the anger and despair festering within you. Not only had you lost your entire family, but now you were to be kept in the kingdom of their killers for the rest of your days. No, you wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing your voice.
"Alright, darling, we're here. Welcome home," Rhysand said, lifting and turning your head with two fingers under your chin. You looked past Feyre, who was staring at you with bright eyes, and out the window of the carriage. Outside you could see a colorful city nestled between two mountain ranges, its buildings running all the way out to the sea's edge. The harbor was filled with ships of all sizes, white sails standing tall and ready to depart.
It was a beautiful city, that much was true. But you knew it would never be your home.
Rhysand exited the carriage, coming around the other side to open the door next to Feyre. He helped her out with a firm hand, placing a kiss on her lips before turning his attention to you, extending a hand as he had done for Feyre.
You ignored it and turned your gaze back to the floor, deciding that staying in the carriage was better than whatever room they had picked for you.
A sigh was your only warning before two arms snaked under you, hoisting you against Rhysand's chest and pinning you there tightly, even as you fought against him, his sea and citrus scent washing over you in a wave. "If you weren't going to act like a bratty little omega, then I wouldn't treat you like one, Y/N," he said in your ear, lowly enough that the guards flanking the front doors of their castle couldn't hear.
Still, it reddened your cheeks and halted your squirming- what would your parents think of you, acting like a two year old in the face of danger? They'd always warned that something of this nature might happen, and had instructed you to stay calm and do whatever it took to stay alive.
But had they anticipated you being captured by their greatest enemies with no one left to save you?
You might not do whatever it takes to stay alive, as much as your parents wanted you to. Not when the consequences of it could be far worse than death.
A shiver went through you at the thought of what could happen. Being claimed against your will? Or, worse, carrying their child?
Tears pricked your eyes at the thought of a child coming into a family held together by force and cruelty.
Rhysand slowed his pace, then stopped, gently setting you on your feet. You glared at him and put a few paces between you, stopping only when his own eyes narrowed.
"Here we are, love!" Feyre said excitedly, opening the door that the three of you were standing in front of. "These will be your quarters while you get adjusted to life here." She ushered you inside, watching as your eyes went wide at the spacious bedroom.
"Unless you'd rather stay with us right away, darling," Rhysand purred into your ear. You jumped away from him, startled by how you hadn't heard him come up behind you.
Your eyes returned their search of the room, flicking back to the pair of alphas every other second. It was decorated beautifully, though you loathed to admit it. The walls, floor, and ceiling mimicked a forest, with carefully designed fabric leaves hanging down and a moss green carpet that you just knew would be soft, and a massive bed covered in pillows shaped as different flowers, soft sage sheets and a petal pink duvet, perfect for a nest-
You snapped your eyes away from the bed and back to the pair of killers, lip curling when you noticed they had inched closer while you'd been distracted.
"Would you like a tour of the rest of the castle?" Feyre asked, her voice sweetened by... something that you couldn't place. You stared ahead, unwilling to break your silence, but didn't miss the frown that flitted across her face before being replaced by a bright smile. "I suppose you'd like to wash up, hm? The wash room is through that door," she pointed to the right of the bed, the door painted seamlessly into the forest design. "Dinner will be in two hours, but we can have something sent up sooner if you'd like."
You stayed silent, eyes on the floor at their feet.
"We'll fetch you in two hours, Y/N. A lady will be in to help you dress, though feel free to look through your closet to find what suits you," Rhysand said. They waited for a response, a glance, anything, before turning and leaving through the door you'd come through.
The slide of the lock was faint, but the feeling it brought was deafening.
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Story Summary: Your friend of a few months, Feyre, invited you out for a celebratory drink over your new job, and of course her husband Rhys joins you. The night doesn't go quite as planned, and you end up back at their place with very few wits about you.
Warnings: non-con, abduction, being kept prisoner, smut, drug use (pot)
Words: ~5k
Author's Note: it's here! Feyre... you live in my head rent free so often... also this is just like a purely self indulgent fic at this point, I think it'll be a mini-series. Please read the warnings!
18+ only pls
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You woke up with a headache and a confusing ache between your legs.
Your bed was comfier than usual, and so, so warm. Almost like you had a heated blanket going. You mouth cracked open into a yawn, and you stretched your limbs as far as you could-
Which wasn't far.
Both your legs and arms bumped into something solid and warm, surrounding you on both sides.
Your eyes flew open, very, very confused when you saw your friend Feyre laying to your right, and her husband Rhys on your left and-
You're naked.
Completely bare between the two of them, with absolutely no memory of how you got there. Your face flushed with heat.
God, what have I done?
Your tried to wiggle your way out from between the two of them, but one of Rhys's arms merely locked tighter around you, pulling you further against him.
He's naked. You could feel him hardening against you already as he stirred slightly, burying his face in your hair.
You struggled slightly, trying to move away from him, he's your friend's husband for crying out loud.
"What's wrong, sweetness?" Feyre's sleep heavy voice asked from your right. Her hand moved up your thigh and over your stomach, coming to rest between your breasts.
You pushed her hand off of you. "I'm so confused right now, Fey, why are Rhys and I naked? I should go," you said, moving to sit up, but Feyre's hand shot out to keep you down, and between her and Rhys you were powerless to move.
"You're never going to leave us again, darling," Feyre said, wiggling closer to you and pressing her body against yours- she was naked as well.
What the fuck did I do last night?
"Feyre, let me up," you demanded, doing your best to get her hand off of you, but in your struggle you must have woken Rhys up.
"Is there a problem, ladies?" His sultry voice sent shivers down your spine. Your always found it attractive, but now? Trapped between him and your best friend? You wanted nothing more than to bolt out of their apartment and back to yours and never come back out.
"Rhysie, she's trying to leave," Feyre said poutily, hand rubbing circles onto your stomach.
"And why would our sweet little kitten want to leave, hmm?" He asked, lips finding your neck and pressing soft kisses along the expanse of it. "You were so happy last night, sweet thing, what changed?"
You shook your head- this was wrong, all of this was wrong. And Rhys's lips had brought to your attention something wrapped around your neck snugly.
"This isn't right, I can't even remember what happened last night," you said, tears leaking from your eyes now, and you brought a hand up to your throat, fingering the fabric on your neck. Is it leather? Is it-
"You put a collar on me?" You asked, disbelief in your voice as your fingers attempted to tear the item from your body.
"I figured you might freak out, sweetness," Feyre tutted from beside you, a hand raising your grasp both of yours. "You're ours now, Y/N, you just need a little help realizing that. That's what the cute little collar is for, just to keep you from running away like the silly little kitten I think you might be." Feyre's voice was soft but condescending as she explained it to you, but you were still so lost.
"I don't understand, Fey," you cried, attempting to pull your body out of their embraces. "We're friends, you're married. This isn't okay."
Rhys shushed you, running his hands over your hair. "We might be married, but you're the secret missing piece we've been looking for, kitten. From the moment Feyre introduced me to you, I knew what she meant when she said she had to have you. Neither of us can resist how absolutely sweet and lovely you are." You went to open your mouth to protest, but Feyre's mouth covered yours in a heated kiss. "You'll realize just how much you can't resist us either, soon," Rhys added when he felt you involuntarily relax into Feyre's dominating hold over you.
"As for the not remembering last night..." Feyre started when she finally pulled away from claiming your mouth. "I think I know the perfect way to fix that," she said with a smirk, already moving down below the blankets and between your thighs.
"Feyre stop," you pleaded. "I don't want this, I want to go home," you cried, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.
"Really?" Feyre asked with a smirk, dragging a finger through your folds and collecting the wetness that had pooled there. "Because this sweet little pussy says otherwise."
Tears fell from your eyes faster, shame welling within you as Feyre sucked her finger clean, closing her eyes as she did so. Feyre lowered her mouth to your sex in the next moment, not wasting any time in working you up to your breaking point.
You were still so sensitive from whatever they had done to you last night, and with Feyre’s tongue working your clit like magic you could hardly keep yourself still, even as Rhys pinned down your torso. One of his hands was fondling your breast and keeping you in the bed while the other ran through your hair and kept your face tilted towards Feyre.
You could see her face well again, now that the blanket had slid further down the bed while you twitched and writhed in their hold and against the pleasure Feyre was giving you. Her eyes were locked on your face, taking in every detail as you got closer and closer to the brink with every delicious swipe of her tongue.
To you it was wrong, all wrong. You didn’t want to be reacting, to even be warming their bed at all, yet you were trapped here as the couple worked you into your first orgasm of the morning against your will.
The strangled moan that left your throat was enough to have Feyre smirking up at you from between your thighs.
“See? You love us, and what we can give you. And we love you, Y/N.”
“No you don’t, Feyre, this isn’t love,” you cried softly, too tired and ashamed to put up much of fight anymore.
“It is, darling. We love you,” Rhys reiterated, peppering your neck and face with kisses as if to prove his point. “Now, will you let us feed you? I imagine you’re hungry after all the work we did last night,” he said with a dirty grin, two fingers pinching your right nipple.
Feyre began to move back up the bed and you took the opportunity to roll to your right into the spot that she had occupied while the three of you slept. Feyre sighed.
“Rhys, you can go take a shower and then start breakfast, okay? I’ll get this one into the shower after a little more… persuasion,” Feyre said in a disappointed tone.
Rhys chuckled, but got up from the bed anyway and walked into the bathroom. “Tell me pancakes or waffles after I come back out, darling.”
Feyre’s hands were pulling your back against her front snugly, allowing no room for you to escape the soft press of her body. Once you’d calmed a bit, she let one of her hands snake down between your thighs, gathering a bit of wetness from your center and then rubbing quick circles on your clit.
So sensitive. Her deft fingers brought you to completion twice in the time it took Rhys to finish showering and enter the room for his clothing.
You were a whimpering mess by the time he rounded to the side of the bed you were facing, leaning into Feyre’s embrace as she forced you closer and closer to a third orgasm in such rapid succession.
“I see, you’re just more comfortable with Feyre, hmm?” Rhys asked as he pulled your lower lip between his thumb and forefinger. “I guess I’ll just have to spend every waking second of the next week getting you used to me,” Rhys said with a smile before heading to leave the room.
“Pancakes,” Feyre told him, right as her fingers brought you to your fourth orgasm of the morning.
“Got it, darling. Make sure to actually get her in the shower, okay?”
Feyre’s merely lowered her lips to the left side of your neck, sucking a pair of dark, claiming marks over the spaces that Rhys had left unmarked.
Your breathy, contented sigh shocked you so thoroughly you jerked from Feyre’s hold finally and landed on the carpeting.
“Oh, sweetness, still afraid of liking us?” Feyre asked amusedly, bringing herself to the edge of the bed. “Don’t worry, you’ll get over that in a couple of days, I think. Unless you decide to be a brat and fight your fate which, I might add, is useless. Rhys and I love you, Y/N.”
You shook your head at her words. “This is wrong, Feyre, you know it’s wrong. You can’t just keep me here,” you said indignantly, getting up from the floor on shaky legs and attempting to cover yourself with your arms.
“Why not?”
You scoffed. “Because, Feyre, I am a human being and not a pet. I have a life and people that care about me, you can’t just abduct me and get away with it!”
“People that care about you? You have me, Y/N. Your family is mostly dead and the ones that are alive, you don’t talk to! And you even told me that I’m the first friend you made in Velaris, you belong with me. You have belonged to me ever since I first saw you in that coffee shop.”
“What about my job? I have a job, Feyre, they will be worried when I don’t actually start in a few days,” you told her desperately, hoping for any shred of the kindness you’d thought your friend had possessed before today to shine through.
“At the marketing firm? Rhys owns it, sweetie, his cousin Mor manages it. She already knows that you won’t be starting, you have a much better life set up for you now.”
You stared at her in shock. Had everything about your life recently been one big set up?
"What did you do Feyre?" You asked her, despair lacing your tone. If she was telling the truth, then there was no way out of this for you. And-
Oh my god. Your apartment here. Feyre had recommended it.
"I didn't do anything, Y/N. I suggested the job at the marketing firm because you were working yourself to the bone at that coffee shop, dear. I couldn't stand to see you suffer," Feyre explained, prowling across the room to stand in front of you. You were backed against the corner of the room now, with nowhere to go. "And I suggested the apartment here because we have good security, and I've seen the way your regulars would look at you, like they were just waiting to snatch you when the opportunity presented itself." One of Feyre's hands comes up to cup your face, following you as you turned away, still finding its mark. She turned your face back to look at her, and her eyes held such a fiercely protective look, you almost couldn't get your next words out.
"How are you any better than them?" You asked quietly, instantly taking note of how her eyes darkened with anger. "You snatched me away, Feyre, not any of those men. So how are you-"
Feyre surged forward, cutting your words off by slotting her mouth over yours. The kiss was harsh, claiming as she pulled your naked body against hers even as you struggled and tried to pull away.
"I love you, Y/N. And I would never, ever hurt you..." Feyre trailed off as her fingers played with your hair once you'd stopped fighting her. You opened your mouth to refute that claim, but she started speaking before you could. "I am not hurting you, sweetness. You simply don't know what is best for you right now, and sometimes we just need to be shown the right path." You went to argue again- "Now, if you don't shower with me, you won't be given any clothes to wear for the next week," Feyre said with finality.
Fight her, continue to feel disgusting in the off chance that she doesn't still force you to shower, and have no clothes for a whole seven days, or don't fight her, deal with it this once, and have clothes.
You didn't fight as Feyre steered you by the shoulders into their grand bathroom, stopping by the large triple sink counter. She carefully removed the collar from your neck with some type of key, then led you straight into the massive shower that had four huge, separate shower heads- one on each of the three walls, and one overhead.
You turned around right as Feyre started the shower, turning on just the three wall spouts. Water hit you from three sides, and Feyre came at you from the remaining one.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" Feyre asked softly as she ran her hands over your body, passing over your nipples far more times than you felt was necessary. You shook your head. All that you could vaguely remember was getting to the bar Feyre had suggested. “That’s too bad, sweetness. You were very eager last night,” she said with a smile, and your cheeks flushed. “Don’t worry, at some point you’ll be able to admit to yourself how much you want us. For now we’ll just keep reminding you how much we want you.”
Feyre gently tipped your head back to wet your hair, taking her time to get it soaked in the warm spray. Her nails scratched lightly along your scalp, and you nearly sighed at the soft gesture.
This is not the same friend you’ve known all these months, you reminded yourself.
Before today, you would have never guessed you would be taking a shower with Feyre. A small part of you had maybe dreamed about it, but never would you have thought it would become a reality. Especially with the added element of you being forced.
Still, you couldn’t help but relax into Feyre’s gentle grasp and she shampooed your hair, then rinsed the lather from it, being careful to not get any suds in your eyes. The shampoo smelled just like the one you used before all of this happened. Strange. When Feyre began putting a thick conditioner in your hair, you realized it.
They don’t just smell like the products you use at home, they are the products you use at home.
Your accusatory glare hit Feyre once she was done rubbing the conditioner in.
“What?” Feyre asked innocently as she wet her own hair.
“Why do you know what products I use?”
Feyre smiled. “I pay attention, dear. I wanted to make the transition as comfortable as possible for you, so I got everything I could think of that you use regularly. Now, will you help me wash my hair?”
You didn’t move.
“Pleaaase, Y/N?” Feyre asked again, a pouty look on her face now, one that you were rarely able to resist.
“Fine. Which bottles?” You conceded, grabbing the shampoo bottle she pointed to and squeezing some out into the palm of your hand. You lathered it up, then set to working it through Feyre’s thick, golden brown hair. When you rinsed her hair, you wanted to let soap run into her eyes, but couldn’t let yourself for some reason. You repeated the process of working the conditioner through Feyre’s hair, and once you were done she turned around to fade you again.
“Time to rinse yours, cutie,” Feyre said, already tipping your head back into the water to rid your hair of conditioner. Again, her nails scraped along your scalp gently, just enough to get your body to relax more. When she finished, she grabbed a cloth and loaded it with body wash, one that smelled of lilacs and pears- very Feyre. Feyre soaped up your body slowly, lingering in the sensitive areas as long as she could before you started to fight her hold again. She helped you rinse off, then extended the cloth to you. “Do me?”
You shook your head. No. “I already washed your hair, Feyre, just let me get out please.”
Feyre sighed, and started washing her body. “You can’t get out yet, you still need to wash your face. I’d suggest it after last night,” Feyre said with a wink, and your stomach churned.
You don’t really want to know what that comment was about. But you wash and exfoliate your face nonetheless, using the identical products to those you had before, finishing just as Feyre was done washing her own face.
She turned the water off, and grabbed two fluffy towels off of the rack for the both of you. She wrapped one around herself, then patted you dry, taking her time to get every inch of skin and dry your hair as much as she could before she dried herself off.
Feyre went to the sink closest to the shower, and you spotted all of your skincare and hair care products lined up attractively behind the middle sink. Feyre was already doing her routine as you examined the bottles and jars, picking out what you wanted to use.
At least they’re giving you something normal.
Once the two of you had finished, Feyre locked the collar back onto your neck, then pulled you back into their bedroom, the massive bed lurking in your vision no matter where you turned. Feyre grabbed two sets of clothing, pulling on her own outfit. First was a lacy black set of lingerie that looked flawless on her, then a pair of black leggings, a rich brown sweater, and slippers.
She then forced you to let her dress you, slipping a pair of blush pink panties up your legs to settle snugly on your hips, and a matching colored bralette over your breasts, which she had for once refrained from squeezing. Your arms were lifted above your head to let a soft pink, long sleeved peasant dress fall over your body, and you were instructed to sit to allow Feyre to put white knee high socks onto your legs and slip your feet into cute pink slipper booties. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as Feyre dragged you out of the bedroom. You look cute, if you had to describe the outfit. It’s similar enough to the style you wear on your off time, though everything seems to be made of higher quality materials than what you were able to afford.
The door to the bedroom led to a short hallway, which Feyre led you to the open end of, coming out in the living room. The two of you walked to dining table, near the far end of the open concept room. There was already a good amount of food on the table, and Rhys was just walking away from the stove with a large plate of pancakes in hand, a large smile spreading across his face when he spotted the both of you.
“And I was just thinking I might have to come and get you girls,” he said with a grin. “Come and sit down, breakfast is ready.”
Rhys pulled out a chair for you, pushing you in once you’d sat down and repeated the gesture with Feyre, who was sitting to your left. Rhys then took the seat to your right at the head of the table and began piling food onto your plate. A couple of sausages, pieces of bacon, chunks of cut up melon, and of course pancakes.
You didn’t think you could eat.
If you had woken up in a separate bed this morning, all of this would feel normal enough. Feyre and Rhys had let you stay over once before, and the following morning had a breakfast similar to this.
But everything had changed, you weren’t here because your friends were kind and invited you, you were here because they had trapped you here. You had a collar wrapped around your neck, that alone would be reason enough for you to want to leave.
“Eat up, darling,” Rhys said as he moved on to plating his own food.
You stayed still, staring down at the food that had your stomach turning.
Feyre’s elbow nudged you gently, and you instinctively looked to your left.
“Go ahead and eat, Y/N,” Feyre said gently. When you still didn’t move, she sighed. “Not eating won’t do anything for you, sweetness. Have just one of everything, please,” she begged, using her soft eyes that were so hard to resist.
So, even with your stomach protesting, you lifted a bite of pancake to your mouth, chewing and swallowing but tasting nothing. Maybe if you play along for a little bit, they’ll let their guard down and you can escape.
Feyre and Rhys chatted about their jobs as the three of you ate- Feyre about her studio, and Rhys about the various businesses under the Night Corporation umbrella. You choked down each bite of food, doing your best to keep attention off of you.
A phone ringing cut through their chatter, and Feyre sighed as she picked it up.
“What?” She asked, annoyance clear in her tone. “Can’t you deal with it? I have something important today,” Feyre said, shooting a smile your way. The person on the other end replied with something that made Feyre groan. “Fine, I’ll be there in a half hour.”
Feyre dropped her phone onto the table and ran her hands over her eyes. “Well, I have to go into the studio, apparently the art class has taken a drastic turn that only I can fix,” Feyre whined. “Will you be okay here with just Rhys, sweetness?”
You raised a brow at her. “As though I have a choice?”
Rhys chuckled at your words. “That’s true, Fey, she’s stuck with me for the day. I’ll take good care of her, don’t worry.” Dread pooled in your stomach at his words. You don’t want to know what type of ‘care’ he has in mind.
Feyre was still staring at you, like she wanted to say something, then looked away when she stood up. “I shouldn’t be gone more than an hour, but I’ll text you to let you know if there’s anything that will hold me up,” she remarked as she placed a kiss on Rhys’s cheek, and one on yours as well. “Love you guys!” Feyre said as she was walking out of the door, purse in hand.
“Love you darling!”
In the silence that followed the door slamming shut, the dread in your stomach grew.
“So, would you like a little tour?” Rhys asked, already stacking your breakfast plates together.
You stared at him. “A tour?”
Rhys smiled. “Yes, darling, a tour. You need to know your way around now that you’re living here. And don’t say no, this is mandatory,” he added when you shook your head.
He placed the dishes in the sink before smoking back to the table, pull in out your chair and extending a hand to help you stand. You ignore it, standing on your own, which made Rhys sigh.
“Right this way, darling,” Rhys said, pulling you by the hand back towards the hallway containing their bedroom. You dug your feet into the ground, unwilling to enter the bedroom with him. Rhys stopped walking and turned to face you. “What’s the problem, doll?”
“I am not going to take this sham of a ‘tour’ if it just means that you’re going to rape me.”
Rhys’s eyes softened at your words, and he pulled you into a hug even as your tried to resist his hold. “Oh, darling. You won’t have to worry about that. I won’t fuck you until you are begging for my cock.”
“Like that will ever happen,” you spat, finally wrenching yourself free of his grasp.
“Oh, it will,” Rhys said assuredly, smirking down at you. “Now, will you let me give you the tour?”
You sighed, but did feel mildly better knowing that he supposedly wouldn’t be forcing himself on you. “Fine."
He continued to lead you back down the hallway their their bedroom resided, but stopped at the doorway opposite it. He swung it open, and gestured for you to walk inside. When you did, your jaw dropped.
It’s as though they had gone into your mind and plucked your perfect bedroom out of it just to recreate it here. The walls were in a soft, dusty pink color with a pale cream ceiling. There was fluffy pink carpet on the floor, looking so soft and squishy you wanted to be barefoot on it. At the far end of the room was a large canopy bed, decorated in hues of pink and purple, with a mound of pillows against the wall. There was a dresser and large closet off to the left, and on the right there was a small sitting area gathered around a table with a tv on it, your favorite consoles already lined up and plugged in, along with stacks and stacks of your favorite games. There was even a cute pink mini fridge and little snack shelf, all filled with your favorites.
“Do you like it?” Rhys asked hesitantly from his place in the doorway.
“Do I-?” You stopped to laugh. “Do I like it? It’s like the two of your read my mind. How?”
Rhys’s cheeks colored slightly as he met your eyes. “Feyre had the idea to look through your Pinterest, and you had a board dedicated to your dream room, so she worked tirelessly to get this ready for you.”
The thought and effort would have been sweet- were they not keeping you here against your will.
You just sighed and shook your head. “Is there more to the tour?”
Rhys nodded and grabbed you by the hand once more. He showed you around to the various guest rooms, the guest bathroom, then to Feyre’s home studio and his office, and finally you were back to the living room. The two of you were stood in front of the couches, looking out at their pool and massive patio.
“Do you want to play a game together?” Rhys asked, gesturing to the double TV and console set up in front of you. “We can play whatever you want, you can even play alone,” he offered.
Strangely, this request put you at ease even more than him saying he wouldn’t fuck you. Almost like it confirmed that the Rhys you had known was still in there, just… different. Darker.
“I don’t know…”
“We could smoke a joint,” Rhys said in a sing-songy voice, having grabbed one out of a box on the coffee table. “Or two. Or three. Just something to help you get your mind of things, maybe?”
The offer was tempting. You could pretend like you were just hanging out at your friends’ house and playing a video game with him.
“Sure, why not?”
The feeling of smoke filling your lungs calmed you down, settling you into a sleepy state where you weren’t thinking about the situation and how fucked up it is, just the passing flow of the river of your thoughts. You and Rhys shared two joints together on the patio, passing it between puffs.
“You know that Feyre cares about you, right?” Rhys asked as he took the second lit joint from you. You exhaled the smoke from your mouth, watching as it was whipped away by the wind.
“I don’t know that I would call this,” you gestured around you and at the collar, “caring about me.”
Rhys sighed. “But it is, Y/N. I know we went about it in a twisted way, but Feyre and I truly want you to be happy and safe. And before you ask, no, I won’t let you go. Just give us some time, you’ll come see how nice your life can be here and how much we care about you.”
You took the joint back from him with a pout, annoyed with him now. Sure, they care about me enough to steal me away and lock me up, but not enough to let me make the choice myself.
“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
Rhys laughed sadly. “No, you don’t. But giving us a chance will make this much more enjoyable for you.”
You took another long drag before passing the joint back to Rhys’s waiting fingers.
“Will you… would you convince Feyre to not… touch me until I’m begging?” You asked hopefully, knowing that that day would never come now.
Rhys eyed you carefully. “I can talk to her about that, if it would make you feel more at ease around us darling."
A weight was lifted off your chest at his confirmation that he would wrangle Feyre in. He let you take the last drag before putting the joint out, and followed you back into the living room.
“Do you have Minecraft?” You asked hopefully, wanting to dick around and maybe build a cute house.
“Of course, darling,” Rhys said, booting up the TVs and consoles, passing a pink controller to you.
Within a couple of minutes, the two of you were as focused on the blocky game as you could be, your minds covered in a weed soaked haze.
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