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something where reader was kidnapped a while ago but has been super defiant, until recently where she tried to escape, they gave her this huge punishment and this fic is focused on the punishment/her finally giving in (stockholm syndrome)? love ur writing btw!
Earned Punishment
Dark!FeysandCazriel x Reader
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Summary: After attempting an escape, you're brought to the dungeons for your punishment.
Warnings: non-con, spanking as a punishment, smut (lemme know if I missed something)
Words: 1,499
Author's Note: so not quuuite at the stockholm point but just at the start of it (as always Feyre is the catalyst to it 😌) but she gives in more towards the end. I hope you like it!!
18+ only pls
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Stone scraped your feet as you fought against the grip on your arms, the pace that was too fast for you to keep up with. Dark stone hallways had your anxiety rising, panic bubbling in your throat.
“No, no, no, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” you pled as you tried to wrench yourself free from the hands holding you, an exercise in futility.
“You should have thought of that before, sweetheart,” Cassian said coldly, and you knew there would be no mercy waiting for you, not with him at least.
“Please, I won’t try to do it again,” you cried, going limp and letting them drag you along.
“The very fact that you tried in the first place means that we’ve been far too gentle with you,” Rhys said with disappointment in his voice. “You need to be taught a lesson, darling.”
Your heart sank- if Rhys was the one administering your punishment… Your efforts to free yourself started again once you saw the room. The room where your one and only punishment for fighting them too much had taken place, leaving you sore for the following week and with nightmares of the incident.
“Please Rhys, please, I’m sorry,” you sobbed as they brought you through the threshold. “I promise I’ll never try to leave again, please don’t hurt me.”
“You made your bed, princess. Now lie in it.” Azriel’s words had your blood turning to ice, your eyes moving to the last person who could help you as the males began stripping you, cold air hitting your skin.
“Feyre,” you whined pitifully.
Feyre merely hummed, sitting down in a plush chair in the corner of the room and pulling a book from the air. Your hopes finally quashed, tears began to well in your eyes.
“Chin up, princess. If you’re telling the truth this will be the last time you come here, hm?” Hazel eyes taunted you as a scarred finger held your chin high, which only made the tears fall down your cheeks faster.
Once they’d rid you of your clothes, Rhys pulled you to the small, plain bed at the back of the room, laying on his back and patting his lap. “Come here, darling, I won’t bite. Unless you try to escape,” he said with a chuckle, patting once more before you forced yourself to climb on the bed, straddling his lap. “Good girl. That’s a good start to making up for how naughty you’ve been ever since we got you. Keep being good and undo my trousers, darling.” For a moment you hesitated, but you could practically feel the excitement radiating from Azriel and Cassian at the possibility of punishing you more than what they had planned, but you forced your hands to move to the button of his pants, slipping it through the hole then undoing the zipper, glancing at Rhys’s face to see if that was all he wanted. A dark brow was raised high above violet eyes, demanding that you go further- you inhaled sharply as you made yourself lower the waistband of his underwear, pulling his already hard cock from its confinements.
Still, he looked at you expectantly.
“What?” you snapped, earning a harsh slap on your ass from the male below you.
“You know, darling. Climb on,” he demanded, grabbing your hips in each hand and encouraging you to scoot up, lining your cunt up with the tip of his cock. “You can go down at your pace or in one move if you wait too long,” Rhys warned, and the look in his eye told you he was serious.
Slowly, very slowly, you lowered yourself down an inch, the stretch of him burning for a moment but-
You were wet. That renewed your tears as you sank all the way down, completely filled before you tried to lift up, only for Rhys’s hands to hold you in your place, with him pressed deep inside of you.
“Ah ah. This is part of your punishment. If you lift off of me or lose count, it starts over. Okay?”
Lose count? “O-okay,” you agreed, letting one of Rhys’s hands pull you down so you were pressed to him, your head on his chest.
As far as punishments went, this one seemed… Tame. It could even be… Nice, with one of Rhys’s hands carding through your hair, the other still gripping your hip.
The first slap shocked you, your ass stinging as you tried to scramble off of the bed, held in place only by the hands gripping your hair and hip. “Remember what I said, darling? Count them out,” Rhys reminded you, pushing you back down on his length that you’d almost slipped off of. “Well?”
“O-one,” you stuttered out, flinching when the next hit landed on your other cheek, far harder than the first. “Ah! Two. T-three.”
“Just think love, you’ll never have your cute behind hurt like this again,” Rhys whispered sweetly in your ear as the next few hits rained down on your skin. “Oh? Or maybe you want this to happen again, with your little cunt fluttering like that,” he chuckled lowly, earning snickers from the other two males in the room.
“Aw, does Y/N like having her ass spanked?” Cassian asked teasingly, letting his hand hit harder than before. You jerked in Rhys’s hold, skin far too tender for this and you needed to escape-
“I didn’t hear her count, did you Az?” Cassian asked, a hand resting on your skin threateningly.
“Nope.”
A harsh slap landed, sharp pain blooming in your rear. “One,” you whispered, tears leaking from your eyes as you rested your head back on Rhys’s chest, doing your best to count out each hit while attempting to detach yourself from the pain in your body. You slipped up again at number eighteen, sobbing quietly as they made you restart counting, though you still didn’t know to what.
“Twenty-tw-ah!” you squeaked out, a gasping breath slipping from your lips as something cool slipped over your clit- one of Azriel’s shadows.
“Hm, not quite what we were looking for,” Azriel said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice as his hand hit your skin again.
“No!” you yelled, managing to scramble out of Rhys’s hands and onto the floor, staring up at the three males in panic for half a second before you scurried over to Feyre, hauling yourself into her lap and burying your face in her neck, salty tears already falling onto her skin. “Make them stop, please, Feyre,” you whimpered, wincing as your raw skin brushed against her clothes.
Feyre let out a sigh and you heard the sound of rustling paper, two hands rubbing your back gently a second later. “You want me to make them to stop?” You nodded vigorously- more than anything. “Hm… If you use my hand to make yourself cum, the two of us can go upstairs, take a bath, and sleep as long as you like without the boys bothering us. How does that sound?” she asked sweetly, a hand running up and down your spine.
Your lip quivered as you thought about your options. Take… take pleasure from Feyre, or let the males, no doubt staring hungrily at you and awaiting the continuation of their fun, finish the horrible punishment that already had you feeling you wouldn’t sit down for a week. “Good,” you whispered, trying not to let Feyre’s pleased hum effect you.
“Good. Take your time, little love,” Feyre said softly, moving one hand from your back and snaking down between your thighs, two slender fingers rubbing a gentle circle around your clit before dipping lower. Her two fingers felt like nothing compared to how Rhys had filled you, but it made the aching emptiness you’d been ignoring all the more present. She left the heel of her hand pressed just where you need it, but made no move to help you further.
You pressed your face further into her neck, sniffling as you gave an experimental roll of your hips against her hand. Tiny bursts of pleasure fizzled through you, making it easier to do it again, tiny gasps leaving your lips every few seconds. Her fingers curled just slightly, hitting a new spot that made you moan against her skin, a heavy flush coloring your cheeks. Feyre’s lips pressed to your head so tenderly it made your eyes tear up again, for an entirely different reason.
Her lilac and pear scent was addictive this close, the palm of her hand so perfectly firm against you as your hips shuddered, your moan muffled by the skin of Feyre’s neck as you tipped over the edge. You went limp in her lap, utterly exhausted from recent events.
“Well boys, a deal is a deal. We’ll be upstairs, don’t bother us,” Feyre said sternly, likely giving each male a warning glare before she winnowed you upstairs with her. “Let’s get that bottom of yours looked at and into the bath, love.”
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