Mastermind - Part 8
Adjustment Period
Dark!Feysand x Reader
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Summary: You start to settle in to your new life.
Warnings: smut, being held captive, mommy/daddy kink, lemme know if I missed something
Words: 4.7k
Author's Note: wow I surprised myself by writing most of this today! As usual it's not edited, I'm too eager to post. I hope you guys like this chapter! I had fun writing it ☺️ Less dark!Feysand and more slowly-manipulating!Feysand lol. Lemme know what you think!!
18+ only pls
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A warm tongue woke you, a broad stripe licked along your slit having your eyes wide open in an instant, a shocked moan escaping you. You were still buried beneath the covers, but you could see Rhys’s form underneath the blankets, right between your thighs.
“Good morning, baby,” Feyre said sweetly, her lips pressing to your cheek a moment later. You felt Rhys’s fingers part your folds, his tongue eagerly diving into your sex. “For being so good yesterday, Rhys is going to make you come until you’re begging him to stop.”
You writhed under the covers, soft mewls of pleasure escaping you. One of your hands twined through his hair, holding Rhys close as he worked you perfectly. It wasn’t long before you tumbled over the edge, but Rhys didn’t let up. He pressed one finger inside of you and you clenched around it, marveling at how full you could feel with just one finger in you. Then a second slid inside of you and paired with his talented tongue, you came again.
Rhys made you come again and again until you were squirming beneath him, trying to pull away when the pleasure grew too much. “Rhys, stop, it’s too much,” you whined, palm pressing against his forehead in an attempt to push him away. You were approaching your sixth peak at a rapid pace, the pleasure nearly painful as you fell over the edge. “Rhys, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Rhys said, finally relenting and pressing a kiss to each of your thighs before prowling up the bed. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Our sweet girl.”
“You did so good for us, baby,” Feyre cooed, pressing her lips to your cheek again. “I think you deserve breakfast in bed for how well you took your treat, don’t you, Rhysie?”
“Of course, my darling. I’ll get started on it right away.” Rhys left the bed and made his way into the bathroom, and you heard the water running for a minute. He returned to the bedroom with a wet cloth and passed it to Feyre before heading to the kitchen.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up, baby. We’ll take a bath later, after breakfast. Does that sound good?” You nodded your head. “Good.” Feyre cleaned up the mess between your thighs, a blush on your cheeks the entire time. She got out of bed only to put the dirtied cloth in the bathroom hamper, and returned a moment later.
The two of you snuggled together, nearly falling asleep again until Rhys came back to the bedroom, this time with a large tray in his hands. “Breakfast is ready, my darlings.” He set the tray down over your legs, two plates piled high with pancakes, bacon, and fruit. Rhys settled onto the covers next to you, grabbing a fork and cutting a piece of pancake for you. “Open wide, baby.” You obeyed, savoring the pancake’s sweetness.
Rhys and Feyre took turns feeding you bites in between theirs, and soon the plates were empty. The tray was set on the floor, and you snuggled back into the blanket. The both of them joined you, holding you in their arms. You sighed contentedly, feeling at home for the first time in five days.
In fact, you felt more at home right here than you had in your new apartment. You nearly let that thought jolt you out of your sleepy space, but you remembered Feyre’s words about leaning into the feelings you were having. So instead, you sank further into the bed, relaxing completely.
Feyre and Rhys held you until you finally felt like getting out of bed, which really meant you trying to wiggle out of their grasp so that you could use the restroom. You did your business and returned to the bedroom, saddened to see that Feyre wasn’t in the room anymore.
“Where’d mommy go?”
Rhys smiled at you, soft and with a twinkle in his violet eyes. “Mommy went to draw up a bath for the three of us,” he said, approaching you. His hands pulled up the hem of your nightgown and you stiffened, but didn’t fight as he tugged it over your head, leaving you bare. Next he put you in a soft, pretty purple robe, then grasped your hand and led you from the bedroom all the way to the guest bathroom. As promised, Feyre was inside, adding bubble bath to the rushing water, the tub already halfway full.
“Oh, you look so cute in your robe, baby girl!” Feyre exclaimed when she saw you, putting the cap back on the bottle of bubble bath. You breathed in deeply, pleased to smell sweet strawberries coming from the tub.
“Thank you mommy,” you said with a blush on your cheeks. “You look pretty.”
“Aw, thank you baby,” Feyre said. “Now, let’s get you into the bath.” She came to you, untying the robe and tugging it off of you. Feyre settled it on one of the hooks on the bathroom door before returning to you, then unlocked your collar and set it on the bathroom sink. Both she and Rhys held your hands as you stepped into the tub carefully, bubbles covering everything but your neck. Feyre joined you, and finally Rhys sank into the water. He turned off the tap, and the three of you relaxed into the hot, steaming water.
You barely registered when Feyre began dragging a soft cloth against your skin, you were so relaxed. It was easy to let her clean your body in this state, and even easier to accept the kiss that she pressed to your lips.
By the time the three of you were clean, you were feeling even sleepier than before, and ready to take a nap. Thankfully, Feyre only made you get dressed before you plopped onto the couch next to her, your head automatically finding her shoulder. She draped a blanket over the both of you, which Rhys lifted to join you underneath it a few minutes later. The TV was turned on to some show that you didn’t pay a lick of attention to, instead closing your eyes and snuggling further into Feyre.
“Sleep, baby,” Feyre said when you yawned, her hand running along your back in a soothing motion. “Just go to sleep.”
It was so easy, listening to her. So you did, sinking into a peaceful slumber with her and Rhys by your side.
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You slept most of the day, though when you weren’t sleeping, you were almost always kissing one of them. Feyre was your go-to, the tension between you and Rhys still present in the back of your mind. Her lips were soft, so soft that you never wanted to stop kissing her, but she would pull away every now and then and turn your head by the chin so that Rhys could claim your lips as well.
Being shared by them in such a sweet, calm way had you sinking further into that comfortable feeling, your brain going fuzzy at the edges. You didn’t want to move from this spot, ever.
But eventually, Rhys declared that the three of you needed dinner, and left your side to prepare it. You whined at the loss of contact, shooting him a pouty look.
“It’s okay, baby, he’ll only be a few minutes.”
“A few minutes too long,” you grumbled.
“That just means you get more mommy time. Don’t you want mommy to kiss you more?” You perked up at that, looking into Feyre’s blue-grey eyes. You nodded, then pressed your lips to hers softly. A sigh left you when you parted, and you rubbed your thighs together. “Oh? Does my baby want more?”
While the idea was tempting, you were still sensitive from this morning. “Yes, but…”
“But?”
“This morning was a lot, mommy…”
Feyre smiled at you then. “Yes, it was. If you change your mind, just let mommy know, okay?” You nodded your head, knowing that you would most likely not want anyone touching you there until tomorrow.
“Dinner is ready, my dears,” Rhys said as he set the table, and you reluctantly forced yourself off of the couch once Feyre had stood. The table was made up with two plates only, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to be annoyed. Rhys sat and patted his lap, which you sat on without a complaint. Dinner was delicious, a salad with grilled salmon and garlic bread, which again, you were able to feed yourself. Feyre and Rhys took turns feeding you bites of salad, sharing smiles when you didn’t protest once.
Once you’d finished eating, you yawned, more than ready to snuggle on the couch again.
“Alright, baby, let’s go back to the couch,” Rhys said, tapping your leg to get you to stand. He tugged you over to the couch while Feyre set to doing the dishes. He laid down on the couch and pulled you on top of him, letting you settle between his legs before reaching for the remote. He put on a movie, then wrapped his arms around you. One of his hands settled underneath your shirt, just below your breasts. His thumb ran along your skin and the lace of your bralette slowly, the touch teasing you. You wiggled slightly beneath him. “Stay still, baby,” Rhys whispered in your ear, his lips brushing your skin. A tiny flame sprung to life in your tummy at the touch, and you couldn’t help but squirm every minute or so.
“You look so cute together,” Feyre sighed as she came over to the couch, a smile on her face. She crawled over your and Rhys’s legs to lay between them, her face coming to rest on your stomach. Feyre pulled a blanket over the three of you, nuzzling into your stomach a moment later. “You’re so comfy, baby.”
You giggled at her words, your hands coming to tangle in her hair. “Thanks, mommy.” Rhys’s thumb continued its slow motions, the small flame inside of you burning brighter with each pass.
The movie went on, but you weren’t paying any attention to it. Your focus narrowed down to the feel of Feyre laying on you, her warm breath on the sliver of skin where your shirt had ridden up, and the Rhys’s gentle, teasing touch. By the time it was over you were nearly ready to beg for their attentions, but your core was sensitive enough that you kept quiet.
“Time for bed, baby girl,” Rhys whispered, tapping your leg once Feyre had stood from the couch. Feyre pulled you into the bedroom, then the bathroom, and you brushed your teeth while standing between her and Rhys. It felt so domestic, and you hardly noticed your collar when you looked at yourself in the mirror. After finishing your skin care, Feyre tugged you back into the bedroom and began undressing you, first your skirt, then your sweater, and finally your bralette.
Feyre dressed you in a partially see-through nightgown, this one in a pale shade of pink. You twirled in it, loving how the skirts puffed up when you did so. Once you’d finished playing with your nightgown, you turned back to Feyre and saw her undressing. You moved to her, helping her tug her shirt over her head and greedily taking in her exposed skin. Next came her bra, a lacy, violet number that looked fantastic on her, and you were certain that Rhys had bought it. You watched as she pulled on a dusty purple nightgown, one that accentuated her curves perfectly.
“You’re so pretty, mommy,” you sighed, moving to her and giving her a hug.
“Thank you, baby. I think you’re really pretty too,” Feyre said as she pulled away slightly, booping a finger against your nose and making you smile. “Now, let’s get in bed.”
Rhys was already under the covers when you turned to the bed, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched you crawl over him to lay in the middle of the bed. You knew that you could’ve slid into the bed from the other side, but something in you wanted to move over Rhys instead. It made you giddy, getting to be so free with them. “Come here, pretty baby,” Rhys said, pulling you against his side once you’d settled yourself under the covers. You giggled and nuzzled into him, getting comfortable just as Feyre slid into bed behind you. Her arm draped over your waist as she held you close, and you drifted off between their arms.
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The next day passed by quickly, with you soaking in the attention that Rhys and Feyre were showering you with. You did much of the same activities, with you napping against one of them or watching whatever they’d put on the TV.
The main difference was you.
You wanted Rhys. Wanted him. And you were struggling to cope with that fact, the idea that you wanted to take his cock, and all that it would entail. The doors that it would open.
But you couldn’t stop thinking about it, about him.
He was sitting in the armchair currently, half-watching the TV as he worked on something on his laptop. And you couldn’t stop staring at him.
“See something you like?” Feyre asked lowly in your ear. You blushed but nodded anyways, eyes still glued to Rhys. “You know you can just ask, baby.”
You squirmed against Feyre at the suggestion, the words nearly on the tip of your tongue before you shut the thought down. “I can’t.”
“You’ve done everything else so well, sweet girl. There’s no shame in asking for daddy to be with you.”
A puff of air left you. “I know…” you said quietly. “I’m just- I don’t think I’m ready yet.”
“And that’s okay, baby. We promised to let you decide when we start everything, and that won’t change. You just need to let us know when you are ready. Can you do that for us?” You nodded. “Good. You can keep staring at daddy, he doesn’t mind one bit.”
Your cheeks were flaming when Rhys finally looked over at you, the look on his face giving away that he’d heard your entire conversation. He winked at you before returning to his work, sending your heart racing.
Soon. You would give in soon, you could feel it.
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On the last day of Feyre and Rhys’s week-long vacation, you were feeling pouty. You didn’t want to be left alone tomorrow, not after spending so much time with them.
“Can we make it up to you somehow, little love?” Rhys’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked up to see him kneeling in front of you. “I know you’re upset that we have to go back to work, darling.”
“I’m not upset,” you mumbled.
“You are too upset,” Feyre said with a light laugh. “How about we go online shopping, hm? We can look at pretty outfits for you, and whatever else you want. Does that sound good, baby girl?”
You pressed your lips together tightly before nodding. “I guess…”
“We can go swimming after, too,” Rhys suggested. You nodded your head in agreement. Maybe soaking in the sun would wash away your discomfort at the thought of being alone in the apartment.
You and Feyre settled into the couch with a laptop on her lap, perusing the various stores that Feyre pulled up. You picked out a good amount of new clothes, ones that were so cute you could hardly wait to wear them. It was exciting to get to pick out some things for yourself, and a couple of things for Feyre as well. You picked out a pretty underwear set for Feyre in your favorite color, and got a few dresses that matched your own. Feyre had suggested the idea, saying that you could dress up in matching mommy-and-baby clothes, which you were immediately looking forward to doing.
Once you’d had enough of staring at pictures of pretty clothes, you peeled yourself off of the couch and went onto the patio, staring out at the city. Velaris was beautiful, and you wished that you could go into real stores with Feyre, and get to try on as many pretty things as you wanted.
“What are you thinking about?” Feyre wrapped her arms around you from behind, her mouth by your ear.
“When can we go into the city together? I… I want to go shopping with you. In person.”
Feyre sighed. “I’m not sure, baby. We’d have to be certain that you wouldn’t…” she trailed off.
“Wouldn’t what? Try to run away?”
Another sigh. “Exactly, baby.”
You took a few breaths before responding, “I won’t run, you know. You… I wouldn’t run.”
Feyre pressed her lips to your cheek. “Let’s get in the water, sweetheart.” Feyre wasted no time in stripping out of her clothes, then helping you out of your own, then your collar. There was a pile of clothes on the ground by the time you stepped into the water together, drifting into the deep end.
“I see you got started without me,” Rhys chuckled once he made his way onto the patio. He stripped quickly, leaving you to stare, mouth slightly ajar as you kicked your feet to keep you afloat. “Like what you see, darling?” You nodded without thinking, making Rhys smirk.
“Come and join us, Rhys,” Feyre called out, and you watched as his lower half was slowly swallowed up by the water. You toyed with your lip between your teeth as Rhys approached, looking every bit as handsome as he had yesterday while you’d been staring at him. He was still able to stand on the bottom of the pool when he reached you, and he pulled you out of Feyre’s arms and into his.
“Hello, darling,” Rhys said softly, his proximity making your heart flutter. That ache came back, the need you had for him burning now that you could feel him, hard against you. “All you have to do is ask, little love.”
The words had you pushing out of his arms and back to Feyre’s, your cheeks beet red. “Awe, I think she’s shy,” Feyre teased, two wet fingers pinching your cheek gently. “Do you want your daddy, baby girl?”
You bit your lip again and nodded your head once.
“Don’t I feel like the luckiest man in the world,” Rhys said. “I have two beautiful girls in front of me that both want me.”
“Do you want to show daddy how much you want him?” Feyre asked softly in your ear, and you nodded again. “Go to him, then.” Feyre’s arms dropped from your waist and she gently pushed you towards him.
You tentatively approached him, stopping just before you were touching him. He pulled you against him again, and this time you relaxed in his hold.
You pressed your lips to his gently, letting him lead the kiss. Your legs wrapped around him and his arms followed suit, keeping you pressed tightly to him. You could feel the head of his cock brushing against your sex just enough to tease you, to leave you wanting more. You settled for letting him kiss you until you were breathless, your arms wrapped around his neck.
Eventually you drifted towards the shallow end of the pool, and Rhys pinned you against the wall. His member was pressing against your sex insistently now, and you wanted to give in, to let him take you, but the fear won out. You wiggled in his hold, trying to get away.
“Ah-ah, you’re staying right here, baby.” His lips lowered to your neck, sucking a dark mark onto your skin. Your head fell back against the wall, a heady sigh leaving you. “Remember, I won’t take you until you’re begging for me.”
“Rhys,” you sighed, finding his lips with your own again. It was growing increasingly difficult to remember why you weren’t letting him fuck you, your mind a need-soaked haze. You wanted to - you really, really wanted to, your resolve faltering.
Pregnant.
You finally wiggled out of Rhys’s hold, flushed despite the coolness of the water. “I can’t, I-”
“What has you so scared, baby?” Feyre asked gently as she swam towards you.
“I- the- pregnancy.”
“We already told you that we won’t get you pregnant until you are ready, sweetness,” Feyre said softly, her hands coming to cradle your face. “All that saying yes to Rhys will do is let the two of you grow closer.”
Your eyes flicked to Rhys, who nodded in agreement. “I still… I’m nervous,” you admitted.
“Of course you are, little love,” Feyre cooed. “But you don’t have to say yes until you’re ready. Rhys won’t do a thing without you saying yes, isn’t that right?”
“Of course, darling. I just like teasing you and seeing that cute blush on your cheeks,” Rhys said, approaching you slowly. “I’ll only tease you until you say yes, Y/N. Does that make you feel better?”
You nodded. “Yes,” you said in a small voice.
“Good. Now, let’s get you into the bath. I think you could use a good long soak before we have dinner.” Rhys took your hand and slowly led you out of the pool, past your clothes, through the living room, and into the guest bath. Feyre followed behind, bringing all of your clothes and collar with her. “Sit right here,” Rhys said, gently pushing you down onto the edge of the tub. He ran the bath until it was warm, then plugged the drain. “What bubbles do you want, baby?” He pointed to the collection of bottles on a shelf, and you squinted to read each of the labels before deciding.
“The blueberry one, daddy.”
Rhys smiled at you and grabbed the bottle, pouring a generous amount into the bath then replacing the bottle on the shelf. Bubbles formed immediately, the scent of blueberries filling your nose. Once enough water was in the tub, Rhys helped you step inside and waited until you were settled to sink into the water as well. Feyre came into the room, a grin on her face when she saw you snuggling up to Rhys in the tub.
“You make a pretty picture together,” she said as she sank into the tub. She pressed a kiss to your cheek before reclining as much as she could, letting out a deep sigh. “I wish I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow.”
“Me too,” you said, wiggling your toes against her own. “I’m going to be lonely tomorrow…”
“Nuala and Cerridwen will keep you company, if you’d like,” Rhys said.
“Nuala and Cerridwen?”
“They clean and stock the fridge for us during the week. Of course, we gave them the week off, but they’ll return tomorrow. Nuala will make lunch for you, so you don’t need to worry about cooking.”
“Oh…” You supposed it made sense, the two of them were usually busy during the week, and their apartment was pretty large. “Are they… Do they know about me?”
“They do,” Feyre said simply, and you knew better than to ask more questions.
“Okay.” You settled into the tub further, enjoying the warmth of the water and Rhys’s hands, wandering over your skin. You nearly fell asleep by the time they began running a soapy cloth over your skin, and were saddened when Rhys got out of the tub first, before you were fully clean.
“I’m going to make dinner, take all the time you girls need,” Rhys said as he toweled off, your eyes greedily drinking in his naked form. He shot you a wink when he caught you staring, then left the room in just a towel, your eyes trailing after him.
“You’re going to boost his ego to unprecedented levels if you keep staring like that, little love,” Feyre said as she finished running the cloth along your skin.
“I can’t help it,” you whined.
“I know, baby. Daddy is just too attractive, isn’t he?” You nodded in agreement. “Well, let’s get out of this tub and into some cozy clothes, hm? Then you can go stare at him some more.”
You blushed but got out of the tub, letting Feyre dry you off without a hint of a complaint. In fact, you rather liked it when she dried you off, you’d found. It made you feel like you were special, like you were… like you were her baby. Feyre wrapped you in a towel once you were dry, then relatched the collar around you neck, and dried herself off. You waited with her until she was done, and walked hand in hand back to the bedroom.
She dressed you in a buttery soft sweater dress, forgoing any underwear. You opened your mouth to ask about it, but you saw the hungry twinkle in Feyre’s eyes and closed it before saying anything. Feyre dressed as well, and then you were heading back into the living room. You sat at the table as you waited for dinner to be ready, holding Feyre’s hand the entire time.
“Dinner is almost ready, my darlings,” Rhys said as he continued working. Only a few minutes later, he was filling two bowls with stir-fried chicken, vegetables, and noodles, topping each off with a bit of soy sauce and sriracha. You stood before he even asked you to, then settled onto his lap without a fuss. Dinner was delicious, as was everything that Rhys cooked, and fed to you by the both of them.
Rhys carried you to the couch while Feyre cleaned up, settling you on his lap before turning the TV on. You wiggled slightly, and found him hard beneath you. It was difficult to ignore, especially when his hands pressed you more firmly to his lap.
“Rhys,” you whined.
“I told you that I’d keep teasing you,” Rhys chuckled, pressing you down again.
“I know…”
“So let me tease you,” Rhys whispered in your ear, one of his hands coming to dip between your thighs. “Naughty little girl.”
“It was mommy’s idea.”
“Then I’ll say thank you once she’s over here. Now, do you want me to just tease you, or do you want me to make you come?”
Your lips fell into a pout for a moment. “Make me come…”
Rhys didn’t respond, instead parting your legs around his, his fingers dipping between your legs again. The first brush of them against your clit had you letting out a soft sigh, and you leaned into him further. His fingers were like magic, two slipping inside of you with little resistance, while his thumb circled your clit. You were already near your peak when Feyre joined you on the couch, her fingers tilting your head so that she could kiss you, her tongue slipping into your mouth. She swallowed your moans as Rhys worked you, her hand coming to knead your breasts and pinch at your nipples through the fabric of your dress.
You slowly went over the edge, pleasure bursting within you, the both of them working you through it. When you came back down, it was to soft kisses on both sides of your neck. You sighed contentedly, snuggling into Rhys’s back while your eyes fluttered shut.
“Feeling good, baby?”
“Mmhm,” you hummed.
“Come here so daddy can clean you up,” Feyre said softly, and the two of them repositioned you on the couch so that Rhys could stand. He went into the bedroom for a minute, then returned with a damp cloth. He gently cleaned you up with the cloth, then went to put it into the hamper in the bathroom. “Such a good girl,” Feyre cooed, making you blush.
Rhys returned, settling into the couch by your side. You tried your best to turn your attention to the movie playing, failing miserably when you had two very attractive people by your side. You spent the rest of the night fighting your urge to ask for more, wanting to hold out as long as you could before giving in.
You knew that you would give in, though, and soon. It was only a matter of time.
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