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Dark!Feysand x human!reader: Tag, you’re it - Part 2[***]

A/N: Do you like my cookies? They’re made just for you. A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too.

Warnings: noncon, smut, mention of whips, kind of sex-slave things?, mentions of rape, impact play, face-sitting, suffocation, fingering

Word Count: 5,444

Your eyes snap open, instantly scrambling back at the sound of the key in the lock.

The gate swings open, allowing your self-appointed mistress to step inside, her feet silent on the wooden floor, bathed in a thick, dark red rug. Like blood-soaked moss.

The iron bars dig into your spine as you whimper, pushing yourself into the corner, where the metal meets the plaster of the wall. Your legs curl up to your front, arms hugging your knees tight as you try to tuck yourself into a tiny ball.

“Sweetness, stop doing that,” she tuts, standing at the entrance to your cage, situated near the end of their bed. “It’s been weeks. You know we aren’t going to hurt you,” she reasons, arms folding across her chest as she stares down at your cowering form.

Sometimes you’re lucky, and they’ll allow you to stay in your cage as they couple, forcing you to watch as they enjoy one another. Other times, you’re dragged from your confines kicking and screaming, until one of them inevitably takes your mouth for themself.

“If you mean me no harm, let me go,” you rasp, throat still raw from the night before. You’d kicked off just a little too hard, which landed you a night with the High Lord. And Rhysand, plus the chains and whips he’d subjected you to, wasn’t something you wanted to be reacquainted with anytime soon.

Her brow narrows, lips pursing.

Then she’s walking toward you, eating up the distance in a few quick strides, and you press yourself tighter into the corner. Your padded shackles clink as they drag across the rug.

She squats down just a way from you, making you squirm beneath her piercing blue-grey eyes. “What’s this about, hm? You were doing so well,” she muses, peering at you intently. “What happened?”

Fear and anger pump through your blood, hugging yourself tighter. “You murdered by husband, Feyre,” you snap, vision blurring at the memory. “You murdered, and raped, and stole,” you snarl, tears brimming at your lashes as you glare at her.

Her own brows narrow, a mix of pain and fury in her eyes as she stares at you, hard. Then, “your husband, as you call him,” she says icily, “was a rapist. A rapist, and a coward. We saved you from him.”

“But I didn’t need saving! I didn’t want saving!” You cry, nails digging into your knees as you keep yourself balled tight.

“He was ruining you,” she snarls lowly. “He wasn’t good for you. Couldn’t provide for you. He only wanted you so he could have a wife.” She pushes forward then, gripping you by the jaw as your eyes lock with hers, intent and piercing. “A pretty, little trophy. The Mother knows you’re the best thing that ever happened to him. He knew that too,” she growls, lips brushing over your own. “Every damn person could see it. You were too good for him.”

You squirm in her grip, trying to jerk away, but she’s so powerful and strong you can never hope to escape. “I. Love. Him.”

“He’s dead,” she snarls back, pulling you closer. “He is dead, mutilated, and buried. Dumped in the ground for the worms to feed on him. What’s left of him.”

“And I still love him more than you,” you spit back.

You know you’ve found your mark when she goes still, features leeching of colour, turning a ghostly shade of white. Fury glitters in her blue-grey eyes, icy rage surfacing, sealing over.

“We were friends, Feyre,” you continue on. “You were the closest I have ever been with someone, and now you keep me in a cage.” Her jaw tightens, but she says nothing. Just staring at you with that fury that has nowhere to go. “You can say what you like about him. Keep telling yourself those lies,” you breathe, nails piercing your skin. “Maybe you think he was ruining me, that he was tearing me apart, but you’re the one who caused me to be like this. You. Are. My ruination.”

The smack comes out of nowhere.

One moment you’re staring into her eyes, and the next your head is snapped to the side, cheek stinging with pain. Vision blurs and tears fall, unable to stop them, no matter how hard you try.

“You will either learn to love us,” she grits out, a cold fire burning in her gaze. “Or you will continue on like this. If you’ll be so stubborn as to waste away over that miserable wretch, then so be it. Drown in your grief.” Again she grips your jaw, crescent shapes surely indented in your skin by now. “But don’t come crying to me when you become so damaged even we won’t tolerate it.”

The moment the words are out of her mouth, regret flashes in her eyes. Pain flares in her gaze, and you feel that final thread be snipped off. The final string connecting a woven tapestry, split into two.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, eyes widening. “I didn’t… You know I didn’t mean that…” She cups your cheeks, staring pleadingly. “Sweetness, forgive me.” She presses her forehead to yours, touching you so gently, reverently, as if you really will shatter.

You jerk away, landing a kick to her stomach, but it merely bumps her away a little—always so much stronger than you. “You’re just like him,” you spit, pushing every ounce of betrayal and hurt you can muster into you eyes. “No, worse. This is so much worse than anything Tamlin ever did to you.”

It’s not a physical smack to the face, but it might as well have been.

Her eyes again grow cold at the mention of her past lover, lip curling. “I am nothing like him,” she snarls, gripping your shoulders.

“Aren’t you?” You snap back, kicking off again—you might be able to get through to her. “Keeping me locked up? Trying to make me dependant on you? Taking away my autonomy?” You spit at her, each word seemingly knocking a brick from that wall. “At least he never raped you.”

The final brick falls, but it doesn’t bring the aid you had hoped for. Instead fury crushes down on you, ire blazing in her eyes, hot like steel fresh from a forge.

You’re thrown to the floor, breath knocking from your lungs, air wheezing from your lips as your head hits the rug with too much force. Your eyes fly wide, paralysed as your stomach spasms with the strength of the shove.

“And here I thought a night with Rhys would have fixed that attitude of yours,” she says icily, walking over to your shackled body. “Where did that come from, huh? You were never so easily agitated before.” She stalks over to you, staring down at your winded body, muscles struggling to move. “Maybe we’re being too soft on you,” she muses, making your blood run cold. “Maybe we need to take a rougher, more absolute approach to breaking you in.”

Feyre’s deft fingers fly to the band of her leggings, pushing them down her thighs, over her calves and off her ankles, leaving her in her shirt and underwear. She steps over your head, looking down your body as you attempt to wriggle away. “It seems the only time you’re at all like your old self is when you’ve got something to do with that lovely mouth of yours,” she growls, squatting over you. Even with your human senses, you can scent her arousal from how close she is.

You squirm away, but she drops down, placing her cunt over your mouth, sealing it shut with her weight. “Much better,” she purrs, thighs spreading as she rolls her hips, clit rubbing over your lips. “You’re so much more enjoyable when you’re just a place for my pussy. So well behaved.”

The High Lady’s hands bury in your dress, and you shriek and squirm as she pulls the fabric away, up to your waist, baring you to her. You squeeze your thighs shut in attempts to hide yourself—they didn’t allow you to wear underwear. That would give you too much dignity. They want you ready at any time.

You twist your head to the side but she shifts her hips, squeezing you with her calves to keep you upright, so she can rub and roll over you to her pleasure. “I think you need the fight beaten out of you. Isn’t that right, sweet thing?” Her hand smacks down between your legs, and you scream—with pain and surprise.

Again, you try to squeeze your legs closed, but bands of darkness tug on the shackles attached to your ankles, wrapping up the iron and looping beneath your knees. Forcing your thighs open.

She brings her hand down again, catching your clit beneath bone, and you whimper into her heat. The wet fabric settles over your features, dampening your lips and nose as she grinds onto you, pleasuring herself to your pain. She smacks again, and tears fall.

Feyre doesn’t stop. Spank after spank is landed to your soft, tender sex, until slick is attaching to her fingertips, connecting them to your cunt by thin threads of slippery silver. She snarls with feminine satisfaction, delighting in the way your thighs tremble, how your chest is rapidly rising up and down with your muffled cries. Her middle and forth finger slide down, spreading you wide as she leans down your body, shifting her weight over your face.

The two fingers press to your sopping entrance, before pushing inside, roughly. Sliding up to her knuckles.

She’s pleased when you whimper, nosing at her sopping entrance as you try to squirm away.

“You say you hate us, yet you get this wet from a few harsh touches, sweet thing?” She croons, indulging in the obscene squishing sounds your cunt is making as she slides her fingers in and out. You only whimper, refusing to bow to her will.

Her fingers retract from your cunt, smacking down again, and you scream, jerking violently as the sting lances up your thighs. She lifts up onto her knees, gripping your jaw with the fingers that were just inside of you, arousal smearing your skin. “Come on, sweetness. Tell the truth, for once,” she snarls, lips lifting in a feral grin. “Such a pretty liar.”

Your nose scrunches in distaste, tears rolling back through your hair as she keeps you trapped beneath her cunt, pinned to the rug. “I hate you,” you spit out instead. “I will never love you,” you say, wetness blurring your vision as your chest heaves with sobs.

Her lip pulls back from her teeth as the undersides of her feet slide beneath your head, pulling you up into her cunt as she locks you in, squeezing tight. She releases you long enough for her underwear to vanish, before she’s shoving you back in, wet heat pressing onto you, slicking your mouth and nose.

Again her hand smacks down, and you can’t help the way your lips part in a muffled scream, hands grasping at her as you try to escape, but she pulls you tighter. Can’t breathe.

You sting between your legs, tears spilling as she continues abusing that tender, intimate part of you, pain searing into your tummy as he smacks down on your raw, swollen clit. The world spins a little and you need air, you need to breathe—

Warm, strong hands are pushing her off you, carefully.

You gasp for breath, falling back into the ready arms as cries continue to wrack your body, lungs spasming from the intensity.

Rhysand pulls you to his chest, your back to his front as you shiver and sob, giving you strength to fall into as your own fails you.

Feyre growls in the back of her throat, shifting slowly to face her mate. “Give her to me.”

The words alone drag whimpers from your lips, the little strength you have being used to push yourself back into the male, scrambling into his cruel arms. Arms that are currently holding you so delicately compared to the iron grip she’d just had you in.

You’d always known she was a huntress. Always’d had that slightly wild edge to her, the part that was well-acquainted with cold winters and brutal slaughters. It was different actually facing that part, though. Having it turned on you.

You scramble back further, hands pressing onto the tops of his thighs as you leverage yourself. He’s crouching down, hunching over you possessively. Not quite protective, but not offering you up, either. A strange combination indeed.

Soft, hot lips press to your temple, and you whimper, not having the energy to shift away from him. “I thought she was ours, Feyre, darling,” he purrs, holding you a little tighter to his body. “I’m getting a little jealous over all your time together.”

“Rhys,” she snarls, moving closer.

You snatch your legs in, flinching away from her, curling into the High Lord.

Both of them mark the movement, noting the significance.

You just chose him over her.

Tears spill down your cheeks as you shuffle away from her, burying into Rhysand, burrowing into his warmth and strength. Violet eyes gleam with interest at the pressure you’re creating, as if you want to crawl inside of him, nestle beneath his skin.

“I think you need to calm down,” he says softly but firmly, watching his mate. “You’re scaring her.”

Her brow narrows, but she pauses. “You’re being too soft on her,” she accuses lowly, letters dragging from her tongue. “She’ll never come around if you keep allowing her to sway you like that.” Rhys doesn’t so much as bat an eyelash, hand moving to stroke your hair, as if calming a pet. Strangely, it works.

“You think I’m being soft on her?” He repeats, attention dropping to you, between his thighs. His hand lightly grips your throat, spanning your neck and jaw, allowing him to tip your head back. “Do you think I’m being too soft on you, little lynx?” He asks, violet eyes piercing into your tear-filled ones hungrily.

You shake your head. “No, Rhys,” you whimper, lower lip wobbling, and he feels your heartbeat spike beneath his fingers. He makes a low sound of approval in his throat, eyes flicking back to Feyre’s. “See? So polite,” he drawls, squeezing a little tighter. “So well trained.”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” Feyre snarls, glowering at the two of you. “If you don’t punish her when she misbehaves, she’ll know she can use that in the future. Are you listening to me?”

His violet eyes have latched onto yours, brows curved upward, expression tired and pleading. He groans in the back of his throat, tightening his hold on you, fingers pressing against your pulse point, pushing tears from the edges of your lashes. “What about you, Feyre, darling?” He asks, gripping your chin so you’re forced to face her. “How would you fair if she gave you those pretty bedroom eyes?”

Blue-grey locks onto your bright, tear-filled gaze and she stiffens.

Rhysand hums. “Thought so.”

Feyre narrows her eyes at her mate. “I don’t like it when she mouths off like that.”

“Well, how about fixing those misconceptions instead of punishing her for them, hm?” He counters, returning to stroking your hair, liking how your sobs subside beneath his touch. “You want to encourage her behaviour?” She snaps irritably, prowling forward a little, making you tense up in his hold.

A low laugh rumbles from his chest at that, but he continues petting you, allowing you to start softening beneath him. “I think our previous method clearly isn’t working. Or rather, it’s worked enough so that now we’re going softer on it, she’ll know the difference. Isn’t that right, little lynx?” You blink bright, gleaming eyes at him, and he smiles.

“If we’re both more gentle with you…would you like that?” He asks, softly stroking your skin. You manage to blink away your tears, getting a hold on your wobbly lower lip. Then you give a near imperceptible dip of your head.

Violet flicks smugly to blue-grey, and you shiver in his arms, wondering what you just signed up for.

“So, we compromise?” She says, drawing your attention to her. “Is that what you want, sweetness? We’ll be more careful with your frail self, and…what? You’ll stop being so difficult?”

“You killed my husband,” you hiss out, weakly. “And you’re upset about me being—”

Faster than you can register, Rhys’ hand has slipped between your thighs. You tense, bracing for another smack that will have a fresh wave of tears surfacing, but instead he softly touches the pad of his finger to your sopping entrance, dragging back up your centre to gently roll over your puffy clit, gliding across the taut bud with ease.

A quiet moan spills from your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling as he plays with you. Heat washes over your body, and you hate how you’re reacting to him. How you’re stumbling straight into his lap.

“We’ll be more careful, and she’ll fall open for us,” Rhysand murmurs, smug grin on his curved lips, enjoying how you’re melting at his fingertips. “Isn’t that right, sweet thing?”

You try to think it over. Them being more gentle with you means no more nights with the High Lord and his whips. No more biting and unending pleasure torment. Your eyes flick away, dropping to the rug. What if this is the best deal they’ll offer you? What if this is the best it gets? It seems like a way to escape their torture. At least, in a way.

Rhysand hums with satisfaction as your head dips, shame warming your cheeks—because you’re considering it. Considering bargaining with them.

“Either way,” he drawls, hands sliding beneath your arms, pulling you up with him as he stands. You whimper, the intimate area between your legs aching, vision blurring at the edges. “I think you two should do some making up. Isn’t that right, sweetness?” He grips you tightly as he guides you from the cage, toward their large bed. Fear spikes in your blood, and you try to dig your feet into the ground, attempting to push away from the haunting structure.

“Uh, uh, uh,” the High Lord tuts, stopping behind you. “I thought you were going to be good for us.” Darkness swirls at your feet, humming and lulling, imploring you to follow his movements. Your toes curl, pressing back into him. “This is wrong…” you whimper, trembling beneath his hands.

You try to turn, and he lets you, keeping a light grip on your hips. “This isn’t right, Rhys,” you say softly, peering up at him pleadingly. He takes a step forward, and you obediently yield. Take a subconscious step back. “What isn’t? What are right and wrong, really?” He counters, taking another sweeping step forward, and you’re aware of the bed closing in on you.

“This,” you say, emphasising as you flick your gaze over him. “I don’t—… How else can I make it clear?” You cry. “I don’t want this. Either of you. I never have. Not like this.” The mattress presses against the back of your thighs, and you stiffen. Your time is up.

He takes a final step forward, so you’re tight against him, hips digging into you, chest to chest, craning your neck upward. “I think you’re lying, again.” And with that, he’s grabbing you by the waist, lifting you up and tossing you onto the mattress with terrifying ease. You squirm and scramble but darkness has already constrained you, tying you to their bed as hunger darkens his violet eyes.

“Like I said, I think you two need a little make up session. Get nice and messy,” he purrs, prowling round the bed, only to settle behind you. His arms wrap over your tummy, pulling you back into him, so you can feel the firm hardness of his length. You writhe, attempting to contort away from his dominating hold.

A secret conversation passes between the High Lord and Lady, then she’s slinking forward, pushing your legs open. You whimper, squirming away in fear of what she’s going to do to you. You’re so sore and sensitive…

“Behave,” she snaps, brow narrowing at you in silent reprimand. Rhys snarls in warning, but she snarls back. Blue-grey eyes flick from his in favour of yours, and you shrink away, a whine building in your throat as they pierce into you. “Feyre…” you plead softly. You need her to be gentle, or…

Something in her features softens, and she uses a slight bit less force as she spreads your legs, baring your gleaming heat to her. “Want me to be careful, sweet thing?” She asks lowly, the pads of her fingers pressing into your thighs. Your lower lip wobbles, but you nod, slowly. “Not going to get in my way? Not going to try and stop me?” She drawls, settling comfortably on the bed, mouth prone to attack your clit. You shake your head, muscles tensing the closer she draws.

“No? You’re going to let yourself enjoy it, this time?” She purrs, hot breath brushing over your heat. It’s her own sort of test—to see if you’re really willing to compromise. So you nod, dutifully, praying for forgiveness.

Her eyes spark, locking on yours as she delivers a small lick to your inner thigh, nipping at the skin. Rhys hardens further at your back. “Say it. Tell me you’ll enjoy it. Say how you like it when we do this to you.” Again, there’s a warning growl from Rhys, and your heart drops.

Feyre’s lips quirk, and she moves a little closer to your heat, a wolf circling in on her prey. “Go on,” she goads, “tell me how much you want me.”

“Feyre…” the High Lord warns, her name ripping from the back of his throat. “I thought you wanted us to make up, Rhys,” she snaps, “these are my terms. Either she can accept them, or…” She leans forward, lips latching over your heat so he’s unable to see as her teeth tug on your clit.

You flinch, whimpering, but push your legs wider. “I…” you stammer, softly, hands fisting over your stomach, still slumped against Rhys. “I’ll enjoy it,” you whimper, thighs shaking with the effort of not trying to close them. “I won’t— I won’t try to stop you. And I…” you swallow, arriving upon the hardest part. Tears blur your vision, but you blink them away. “And I like it when you do this to me. I want it.”

Rhys’ hips roll into you, grinding the hardness of his cock into your backside, groaning softly. Feyre’s eyes gleam with delicious satisfaction, removing her teeth from your sensitive skin, licking gently over your slick heat. “That’s better,” she says, kissing your clit softly.

You whimper, trying to ignore your words as they replay in your head, bringing one hand to your mouth, knuckles pressing over your lips. It’s an effort to keep your thighs spread with how sensitive you are, but you don’t have a choice in the matter. She’s lapping and licking, gentle flicks of her tongue sending warm zaps of arousal to your centre.

The High Lord noses your neck, hot lips brushing the sensitive skin as he moans quietly, a lustful exhale of breath. “What lovely things would you say for us, hm?” He asks, canines scraping the shell of your ear. “What sweet sounds could you make?”

You shiver in his arms, sorrowfully tipping your head to the side, giving him unrestricted access to your throat. He takes the offer eagerly, mouth attaching to your smooth skin, already sucking bruises into you, teeth scraping as he searches for a spot he wants to bite. Where he wants to stamp his mark into you, to be seen later. Serving as a reminder.

Feyre shifts, tucking her knees beneath her as she slides her fingers into you, the warm, wet muscle in her mouth swiping over your clit, making you bite back a moan. She suckles the taut bud, soothing the stinging from earlier and you push your teeth into your knuckles.

The High Lord sees, and doesn’t approve.

His hand grips your wrist, pulling it from your mouth as she curls her fingers against a certain spot. A high-pitched whine spills from your lips, and he finally bites down, canines pressing into the soft skin of your throat, printing his mark on you. “Don’t hide those sounds from us,” he scolds, roughly yanking your hand from your mouth.

You attempt to seal your lips, clenching your jaw shut, but they have other plans.

Rhys tugs your dress higher, darkness swirling around your bodice, then it vanishes. You squeal, attempting to cover yourself with your arms. Even now, even after all these times, you hate it. He shoves your hands away, tutting softly, “now, now. You said you’d be good. Or shall I let Feyre have free reign for the night?”

You sob weakly, coil tightening in your belly, resisting the urge to cover yourself, spreading yourself wider in attempts to make up for it. Feyre nips at your clit, and you hiss. The taut bud is sore and swollen, puffy from attention, every flick of her tongue sending sparks burning between your legs.

“Mm sorry…” you manage, opening yourself up to the senses, the pleasure she’s putting into you. “Yeah? You’re sorry for disobeying? For hiding yourself from us?” He purrs beside your ear, hands cupping your breasts as you squirm against him. He groans as your rear presses against his cock, the seam rubbing against him almost painfully. Deliciously so.

You nod, palms settling over his thighs, needing something to hold on to. “Say it,” he groans roughly. “Say how much you like it. How badly you want us to touch you.” Tears spill, rolling down your cheeks from the torrent of emotions they’re subjecting you to.

“Rhys…” you beg desperately. “Rhys, please…” You don’t want to say it. Don’t want to give them another word. Even if they were once your everything. He raises his fingers to your mouth, pushing them onto your tongue firmly, coating them in saliva. “Say it,” he commands softly, stroking the wet muscle. “Say it, or we’ll have to go back to our old methods.”

His wet digits retract from your lips, brushing over your nipples, making them peak, becoming sensitive to the air. You attempt to crane your head back, but are unable to with him so close behind. “Rhys…” you whimper, tears dripping onto your chest, Feyre eagerly suckling your clit, pumping and curling her fingers against spots she shouldn’t know about.

The High Lord tugs on your nipples, making your eyes squeeze shut, spine arching as your rear presses harder onto his cock, straining against the seam of his trousers. “Say it,” he growls, low in his throat, “say you like it. Tell us you want more.” His teeth scrape over the shell of your ear, and you flinch. “And make it believable.”

Feyre’s tongue swipes over your clit, making you squirm against the pleasure, deft fingers dragging in and out, rubbing against your inner walls.

“I…”

The High Lady adds more pressure between your legs, and your muscles go weak, melting into Rhys’ chest as your eyes roll back. Dizzy with warmth. In the back of your mind, you think you can feel his lips lift into a hellish grin, watching from a far corner in your head as one of his hands leaves you, trailing down over your tummy.

Feyre pulls away, a mix of slick and saliva connecting her mouth to your heat as Rhys’ hand takes her place. Her fingers are still pumping and curling, and that heat is still building, and you’re almost entirely relaxed against him.

That is, until he presses the pad of his middle finger hard over the tip of your clit, soreness blaring through your mind.

You squeal, panting and writhing, pushing her fingers deeper into your cunt, letting them touch sensitive, more intimate spots that have small moans spilling breathlessly from you. “Rhys…” you beg, eyes squeezed shut as your nails dig into the muscle of his thighs.

“I’m not stopping until you say it,” he says roughly, slowly oscillating his finger over your clit, the soreness sending blinding white flashing behind your eyelids and your hips buck. Feyre’s free forearm slides over your abdomen, pinning you to the mattress as you try to roll down onto her fingers.

“Come on,” he goads, amusement lilting his honeyed voice. “Just a few words, and I’ll stop.” The circles tighten, Feyre’s fingers brushing against spots you feel she’s intentionally targeting. “Say it, or I’ll make it worse,” he laughs darkly.

You whimper, mind spinning as you attempt to remember the words he’d ordered you to speak. Struggling to form them on your tongue. Heat builds; the coil tightens. “Rhys…” you moan, hips trying to buck up but she’s keeping you down. All you can do is take them. Every thing they force onto you.

Your lips part, head tipping back as you slide lower down the mattress. “I…I want more,” you whisper, heart splitting as tears drip down your cheeks, wetting your skin. “I—” You cut yourself off with a moan, nails biting harder into Rhys’s thighs and you wonder if he can even feel it. Maybe he enjoys it.

“Come on,” he urges, “just a bit more, then this can all stop.” You don’t want it to stop.

Fuck, you don’t want it to stop.

The realisation slams into you right as Rhys pinches your clit, and the loudest moan yet bursts from your lips. Your hands scramble about, searching for purchase frantically, trying to grip onto something as you feel the wave crest.

“F…Feyre…” you whimper, squirming and writhing. They hold you tighter, restricting your movements and louder sobs spill from your lips. “Please…please, please more.” Rhys’ breath catches and Feyre’s eyes flick to you, each of them memorising the way you move, the desperate jerks as you try to shift how you want.

“That’s it,” the High Lord breathes, letting up on your sensitive clit, only for Feyre to latch on in his stead. “So good. That’s our girl. So well—”

They let you go long enough to move.

You push up and flip over before his hands have your hips in a bruising grip. You cry out from pain but crawl further up his body, arms shooting over his shoulders as you press into him. His violet eyes widen marginally before your mouth opens over his, the echo of pain still reverberating around your thighs.

Feyre reattaches her mouth to your cunt, switching her fingers and her teeth as her tongue pushes against your entrance, thumb pressing into your clit, her nail scraping over the swollen bud. Your nipples graze his chest, and you shatter right then and there—with his fingertips still digging into the softness of your hips.

Your hips wind against her, hands threading in Rhys’ blue-black hair, the thick, silky locks feeling good between your fingers. Your hands fist as you pull him closer, and he groans—a sound deep within his chest. You feel it resonate into your own as his tongue flicks out, stroking over yours as he pushes after you. His canines catch on your lower lip and you moan, sweetly.

You don’t have the time to face what you’ve done as the aftershocks fade, taking the remnants of your strength with them, leaving you with mere scraps of energy.

Arms give out, and you collapse onto him, Rhys lying back on the pillows as he basks in the reassuring weight of your body against his. Quiet pants whisper from your lips as you remain stretched out over the High Lord, void of any clothing, mind still blank from the orgasm.

Feyre presses a kiss to your entrance, before dragging herself away from your heat, trailing a pathway up your spine until she’s draped over you. You feel the full press of her breasts against your back, and subconsciously arch your spine, curving into her shape so you can mould together.

Her lips press to your neck, and a soft sound of pleasure hums from your mouth, a quiet breath of ecstasy.

Rhys’s arms wrap around the both of you, making sure you remain tucked between them.

Right where you belong.

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derangedrhythms · 1 year

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love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears

Sarah Kane, Complete Plays; from ‘4.48 Psychosis’

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muzansslxt · 1 year

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“You should be scared of me.”

Muzan Kibutsuji x Sukiyo Sakura oc

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Part Two ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Summary

Unknowingly carrying marechi blood in her veins, Sukiyo is sent on a mountain mission, only to fall prey to the demon lord himself. Deciding to keep her as a personal snack (and slave) he brings her to the mansion of demons, where she lives out her worst nightmares…

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Warnings: Non con (lots of it), yandere, swearing and abuse. Read at your own risk🫠

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To say Muzan scared her was an understatement.

The demon set every cell in her body into a frenzy of overwhelming fear.

Since he had taken her, she had been living in a fancy bedroom that was unfamiliar and smelled..wrong.

There was no comfort here, no smells of food, no warmth and certainly most of all, no love.

When Suki was allowed to leave the room to stretch her legs, she could feel eyes every where. She could practically taste the demons hunger and lust for her.

Although Muzan forbade any harm to her, she couldn’t help but feel they could snap at any moment, regardless of the certain death they would face by the demon lord.

Currently she was sat on her new bed, watching the door closely.

Muzan left for days and weeks upon end, attending his own personal matters. But he always came back.

Suki breathed better when he was with her, as much as she was disgusted by it.

The upper moons had no problem openly taunting her or making comments from the shadows whenever she walked the hallway, but when Muzan was around, they never uttered a word.

He protected her from them, but she reminded herself that he too, was a man slaughtering monster.

Suki sighed and lay back, her bright pink hair flowing around her as she looked to the ceiling.

Suddenly there was a tiny click, barely audible but with her hashira training, Suki heard it clear as day and sat up quickly.

As the door opened, she met eyes that were all to familiar.

Deep crimson red irises that settled on Sukis face.

Yet, it was a woman that stood in the doorway, not Muzan.

Gulping slightly and scooting farther back into the pillows of the bed, Suki offered the woman a small smile and bowed hastily.

“I-I’m sorry, do you…do you need something?” She asked cautiously as the raven haired woman smiled coyly in response.

“You~”

Suddenly the woman was upon Suki, her smirk an exact copy of muzans.

Sukis heart sped up, pounding into her rib cage at a steady rate she was sure the woman could hear.

“I thought I’d scare you less as a woman, yet you’re trembling~” the woman purred as she drug a long nail over the skin of Sukis arm causing her to shiver.

“M-Muzan?” She asked in a whispered voice.

Somehow, the comforting shape of a woman was no relief to her, Muzan was almost scarier as one.

Yet, strangely enough, she didn’t have the heart to tell him.

He…was trying to be nice.

Or so she naively thought.

Muzan just purred in response to her and leaned down to kiss her.

Suki made a noise of surprise and reeled back, the bright red lipstick Muzan wore was smeared across her lips and onto her cheek.

Laying on her side and propping her chin in her hand, Muzan purred again.

“Normally I would simply slice the throat of someone who dares reject me, but your expressions are priceless~” She said while scanning Suki for a moment.

Staring at Muzan dumb founded, Suki paused before bowing again and squeezed her eyes shut.

“I-I’m sorry, master…Muzan..it’s just, you’re a woman.” She said quickly while her body shook slightly.

“Is that a problem?”

Flinching at the sudden icy tone, Suki shook her head slowly.

Shame was already creeping up on her, she knew what was going to be forced upon her.

“No…”

Purring again contently, Muzan pulled her effortlessly back over and took no time to remove the thin kimono the demon personally enjoyed seeing her in.

When it was Muzans turn to undress, she noticed Sukis lower lip tremble slightly, something the hashira always did before bursting into tears.

“Are you afraid because it’s a woman’s body you’re about to please?” She asked smoothly.

Suki looked at the dark haired demon with hopelessness as a single tear made its way down her cheek.

Laughing softly Muzan leaned forward and easily licked away the tear, tasting warm, blood filled skin beneath it.

“I…I don’t know how to do anything with another woman’s body…and…” she trailed off before touching her cheek that Muzan licked.

“And?~ How else will you know unless you are taught~ My upper moons have been very good you know, they deserve a treat. Male or Female.” She purred while forcing Suki to move on top.

Her hands found the hashiras warm and supple hips, smiling slightly to herself Muzan looked up at Suki.

“Now, no more talking. Kiss me.” She demanded.

Having no choice but to listen, Suki kissed the demons cold lips softly, her hand awkwardly searching for a place to rest.

Muzan was quick to grab it and place it on her breast, and purred at the noise of discomfort Suki made.

Pulling away to breathe, the younger woman looked at her hand set upon the demons tit and went red.

Muzans body was always cold, yet in this female form, there was just a small amount of warmth that made things slightly better.

Closing her eyes, Suki gently squished Muzans breast and turned her head slightly.

“You can’t close your eyes and escape Sukiyo. I won’t allow it any more. Look at what you are doing, and enjoy it.” The demon commanded angrily.

Suki could feel her stomach churn slightly, but took a deep breathe and focused better on the new version of Muzans body.

It was beautiful.

Allowing herself to explore further, Suki let her hand move down to slide over Muzans firm stomach, she stopped before the demons mound and flushed again.

“You’re overthinking it my dear. We demons take great pride in having any sorts of pleasure in any form, any man or woman and any place~ You’ll learn very soon.”

Those words did nothing for Suki.

She knew she was here to be Muzans personal snack and now the bastard was planning to make her a sex toy for his upper moons.

“Y-yes master Muzan.”

Muzan guided Sukis fingers to her entrance and hummed softly, and gasped very lowly as Suki pushed two fingers inside of her.

Surprised at the sudden warmth from inside Muzans body, she began to pump her fingers how she normally would when she was pleasing her own body.

“Hm~ Go faster now~” Muzan murmured while holding onto Sukis wrist to help her keep the pace the demon wanted.

Curling her fingers just the slightest, Suki touched the bundle of nerves every woman had and focused on it.

Muzans female body was much more responsive and the demon was more vocal.

Moaning very softly, a sound that never left Muzans mouth before, the demons eyes closed as she was lost in female pleasure.

Suki was careful to rub the woman’s g spot while pumping her fingers faster inside Muzans cunt.

“Oh~ Yes~ Right there~”

Muzans thighs suddenly trembled slightly, the demon arched her back and moaned softly once more as she came around Sukis fingers.

Gently pulling her fingers out, Suki hesitated before leaning down and swiftly lapped at the juices flowing from muzans pussy.

“My precious pet~ You’re to good to me~” cooed the woman, her hand pushing back Sukis hair so she could watch her.

Suki had to bite back the urge to cry after she was finished with Muzan and silently sat with her legs tucked under herself.

“Thank you…” she replied softly.

“Come here.” Muzan said softly, holding her arms out.

Suki just slid into the demons arms, resting her head in the firm and cool skin of the woman’s breasts.

“Tomorrow I would like you to spend time with Douma.” She said with closed eyes, her pale fingers running through Sukis hair.

Sukis body tensed, suddenly hugging onto the woman’s waist and just nodded while keeping herself pressed to Muzan.

“May I ask..why?” Suki whispered softly not daring to look into those terrifying eyes.

Muzan stopped playing with Sukis hair, and suddenly there was a hot burning sensation in her scalp as Muzan grabbed her hair and made the hashira look her in the eyes.

“No. You may not.” She answered curtly before sitting up and pulling her black kimono back on.

Suki sat on the bed quietly as she slowly pulled her own kimono on.

The two women met eyes but Muzan was gone before another word could be uttered between the two.

When would it all end?

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Finally got motivated to write again, this is gunna be a long ass series btw 🫣

#demon slayer muzan #demon slayer #yandere muzan #muzan jackson #kny muzan #kny oc #kny au #yandere kny #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan smut #muzan kibutsuji #i wrote dis #i wrote a fic #fanfiction #fanfic #demon slayer smut #smut #writer

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rosekisspeach · 3 months

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TAROT READING//Mingkey Sexual Attraction - Bum's pt. 2

Date: 5/Feb/2024 Marker: Transparent Umbrella - SHINee Deck of Cards: Trungles' Star Spinner Tarot (Inclusive, Diverse, LGBTQ Theme); The Romance Angels Oracles; Manara Erotic Oracles

Notes Upfront:

I don't ask my cards questions that I already have answers;

I don't prey on information I should not know;

I respect their personal lives and;

This is for FUN ONLY.

Happy lunar new year everyone!!

In the following sexual attraction readings, be aware everything is "delulu" and I am just saying what I am seeing. Don't read this if you only see them as platonic friends/co-workers. . . . . .

Bum's part 2 - Subcon Reaching [...] -> Roads to regret/remorse Action: Empress Reverse, Lovers Reverse, Magician Reverse, Wands 2 Reverse Consciousness: Honeymoon, New Lover, Love Yourself First Subconsciousness: Reaching outward R, Roads to regret and remorse

Group 4: Reaching Outward (R)

“I asked myself, what should I do to conquer and charm? To be the queen and the whore, the king and the slave? I felt like if I were not seen I couldn't really exist. But it was only when I looked at myself that the world started noticing me.”

Continuing on from where we left, bum enjoying these sweet moments, the moments that he feels like dating ming and sailing in the honey drops, is what trapped bum from breaking this dilemma: He dates around but his heart belongs to ming. It hurts so much because we have a reversed Magician in action, showing that bum is PERFECTLY aware this is not working for himself. He feels like a caged leopard that he has to repress his lust and desire. Even if he outlets with someone else, someone attractive and just as hot, it never feels enough. Never. Yet it hurts bum's self-esteem to give up. Are you not even slightly attracted by me? Choi Minho. Bum bites his lower lip and winces. Kibum wants the truth because he thinks it is really unfair that he is emotionally unavailable (the reversed reaching outward card) while ming acts just fine, spending time in gym and watching soccer games with his hyungs.

But he only sees the facade ming tries to hard to keep on.

사랑해서 미워 미워 미워 그래도 뭘 어쩌겠어

Oracle reading of Reaching Outward:

"A person who is in love with themselves is irresistible. They know what they want and who their body and soul are worthy of. It is not vanity and pride: it is a spell. The slightest movement awakens passion, their spectators shudder at her smallest gesture. Lust, caused by the breath of unknown words, arises like a fever. "

Group 5: Roads to Regret and Reverse

“I was crossing a swamp, and my feet dragged in the mud. Then I was crossing a river, and I felt finally free. Finally, I was crossing an ocean, and I knew how big the world really was.”

When I see the cards, I feel broken yet so proud of bummie. He has achieved so much since debut, both his minds and souls, being strong and determined and free. He is always on his road of becoming, for us, for himself. He can praise his works and arts, but bum, you also deserve to praise love. The reversed 2 of wands demonstrates his hesitation in love life. He is so invested in the idea that he will get hurt if he chooses ming, yet it is so ironic because if every time he doesn't, bum regrets deeply. The tears are raindrops, rivers and oceans and a part of bum's constant emotions. The oracles want bum to know that loving ming is loving himself, and choosing to ignore his true desire is only a path to remorse.

Oracle reading of Roads to regret and remorse:

"In every journey, there is a moment when one looks back. Behind us is what we call home: a place of warmth and love. There may also be a terrible place, a dark place. Or a place in turmoil, surrounded by sound and fury. Home, however, is always comfortable, always known. Ahead, there is only uncertainty. A fog made of dreams, plans, fears, and maybes. There is no certainty in the paths we take, but the effort is well worth the loss of comfort as long as the journey is of our own volition. Fear leads to regret. Greedy dreams lead to remorse. The way between them is the way of peace."

Kibum ah, give your love a chance,

The love since your 18-years-old.

-over-

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#tarot #kpop tarot #tarot reading #choi minho #key kibum #kim kibum #mingkey #minho #minkey #shinee #Spotify

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mangekyuou · 2 years

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Hi! I’m such a gigantic fan of yours and I was wondering if I could request One Piece’s Tesoro x Chubby Fem Bimbo Sugar Baby reader??? Like he just spoils her rotten and keeps her obvious to the slave stuff? Maybe he looses his temper with her at some point and it’s an obviously toxic relationship cause he manipulates her? Nsfw??? IDK, sorry for being specific I just love how you write 🥺🥺🥺

✸ now playing . . . GOLDEN STAR。

✸ pairing! . . . f!reader x gild tesoro.

✸ type of love! . . . romantic. physical.

✸ cw(s)! . . . depictions of toxic relationships. angst. age gap. ( reader is early 20s ) nsfw. she/her pronouns used. afab!reader. ( “cunt” / “core” used to describe genitals among others ) fingering. not proofread. minors DNI.

✸ wc! . . . 1.2k.

✸ notes! . . . not my best and i didn’t go full full smut. i hope that’s okay. sorry this took so long !! i hadn’t even seen film gold until i got your request but i’m glad i decided to watch it. i had a fun time !! also thank you so much for enjoying my work !! i hope i did you justice <333

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

Out on the balcony, leaning against the gold railing was a young woman nursing a pink mimosa. She was wearing a ruffled white mini skirt that rested high on her thighs and a gold glitter halter top because gold was his favorite color.

She sniffled softly. With her free hand, she tried to wipe away the tears and running mascara that was starting to stain her face. ( y/n ) straighten up, not looking back. She already who was standing in the door frame, and she didn’t want him to see her like this.

Though he had already known she had cried.

He was the cause of it.

Tesoro stepped out onto the balcony, standing next to her. “Please look at me.” His tone was much different than before. It was soft, kind, and caring. That was the tone of the man she had known and recently fallen in love with.

He took her face into his hand, reaching into his pocket with the other to grab a handkerchief. He gently wiped away the rest of the mascara the best he could, “My lovely star, I’m so sorry for losing my temper. I just...I don’t want them to take you away from me.”

Parties happened every night all across the Gran Tesoro, it’s how she happened to meet Tesoro. She was new to the ship, coming from an island far out with a few close friends. He had spotted her from across the room, clearly in an uncomfortable situation with a few guys who didn’t know how to read body language.

And he came to the rescue. If the Gold Emperor tells you to beat, you beat it. To make it up to her, he gave her friends and her drinks on the house and invited them to the VIP section back with him. She found the gesture sweet, not thinking much of it. Hell, who wouldn’t want to drink with the wealthiest man around?

She wasn’t expecting to land herself in a situationship with a man nearly twice her age, exchanging her company for riches, clothes, jewelry, anything her pretty mind could think of. More importantly, she wasn’t expecting to have to choose between her friends and the man who was giving her everything she ever dreamed of.

Her friend expressed concern, telling her that he did not have her best interests in mind. Reminding her that he WANTED her to depend on him so she would have nowhere to go. Begging her to open her eyes and look behind the golden curtain to see the truth.

( y/n ) was beginning to see the light, to question Tesoro and his motives. Nearly beginning to see the golden cage she was trapped in. She returned to her apartment, where he sat waiting for her in the living room. With her friend’s words in the back of her mind, she finally spoke up.

“Tesoro...I want to go home.”

“Home? My beautiful star...this IS home.”

“No, I want to go HOME. I want to leave. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

She had never seen him so upset, so angry, so scary. He would get mad, but not like this. He stood up from his place on the sofa, trudging over as she backed herself into the wall. He towered over her, a unclear mix of rage and sadness filled his eyes. And for the first time, he raised his voice at her, “You’re not leaving me, EVER! Do you hear me?! You BELONG to me, ( y/n ).”

He stopped himself from reaching out to shake her, storming out of her apartment and leaving her alone.

Now she stood on her balcony, looking up into his gentle eyes as he wiped away her mascara as if nothing had happened. “I’m sorry, my dear,” He apologized once more, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Don’t say it. Don’t say it...

“It’s okay, Tesoro. I know, I shouldn’t have...I’m sorry.”

From her forehead, he led a trail of gentle kisses down her face, all the way down to her neck. “Is this a new outfit? I don’t remember this top...or this cute little skirt.”

Feeling his lips on the bare skin of her neck, she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. She tilted her head to allow him more access to her neck, “I went shopping yesterday. Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it,” He grinned against her hot skin, “I love it so much, I want to keep you in it.” His calloused hand had run up the skin of her thighs, sliding underneath her skirt. “You’re just barely covering yourself with this little skirt. You just want other men to look at you, huh?”

“N-No! I only want you to look at me, no one else,” She stammered out a confession. He removed himself from her neck, making sure to look her in the eye. Her words were genuine, she was wrapped around his ring finger, what she had feared the most.

He took her glass from her head, placing it on a nearby table. “Let me take care of you,” He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. He removed his hand from her thigh, bringing it up to his mouth to coat it in his saliva. She watched desperately, watching his thick fingers pop out of his mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting them. He lowered his hand, slipping it into her panties and into her hot core.

“Ah…” She whined, burying her own head in his neck as he wasted no time roughly pumping three fingers in and out of her at a fast pace. His fingers had curled inside of her, hitting all the right places. He knew her body inside out.

He knew exactly what she needed, what made her feel like she was on cloud nine. Only he could make her feel this good, only his fingers could give her the fill that she needed, only he could fill her sexual appetite.

He could hear her pretty mewls begin to hike up, a deep burning that burned so good was forming in the pit of her stomach. She began to clench around his fingers, oh how he loved it. “Ask,” He demanded.

“May I cum, Tesoro?” She cried into his neck.

He smirked, “Very well. Cum for me.”

Her body wrenched as she cried into his skin. Her juices coated his fingers, as he rode out her orgasm carefully. As he slid his fingers out of her, a soft moan left her lips. He sucked his fingers clean, intoxicated by her taste. He loved it so much. “Such a beautiful star.” As she tried to catch her breath, he helped her lean against the railing before dropping to his knees before her.

He pressed wet kisses to her inner thighs while running his hands up and down her thighs. “I love you, ( y/n ).”

“I…love you too, Tesoro.”

As the golden curtain closes, the star is still trapped on this stage…his stage.

#if it's bad ??? IM SORRY #one piece #gild tesoro #tesoro #gild tesoro x reader #tesoro x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece smut #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆

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fairyrebelled · 2 months

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noah. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

Is that DYLAN SPRAYBERRY? No, that’s NOAH GREENE. The 21 year old FAIRY OMEGA MALE (HE/HIM) is a/an/the STUDENT & ASSISTANT (TO THE FAIR FOLK COUNCIL). If you ask their friends, they’re known to be CONFIDENT & INDEPENDENT, but beware, they’re also known to be RECKLESS & REBELLIOUS. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

BASIC INFO

full name — Noah Greene age — twenty (april 1st) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega occupation — faircouncil slave assistant clothing style — punk-ish, holes, tears, pins etc. and jeans

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Dylan Sprayberry hair — brown / eyes — blue height — five foot & five inches build — compact, lil stocky but thin waist and big arms scars — a few from fights he picked by spreading his no-shits-given attitude tattoos — a few, family emblem on his wrist (not his decision), an anarchy for fae logo on the back of his neck piercings — a bunch, eyebrow, ear, nipples, lip special characteristics — no shits given attitude, will pop the finger at pretty much everybody sexual preference— bratty bottom sub kinks — breeding, tell him what a good boy he is, praise, nipple play (pierciiiiiings), spanking, put pretty things on him (a shiny plug or collar or something), manhandling (he's a brat, be ready) anti-kinks — scat, gore

PERSONALITY

alignment — chaotic neutral positive traits — confident, independent, kind negative traits — reckless, rebellious, brat, feisty, unfriendly hobbies — rebellion keeps him busy

MEDICAL INFO

mental — n/a physical — healthy bby phobias — n/a eyesight — 17/20 dominant hand — right hand drug use — nop alcohol use — yep, even tho he's not allowed oops. diet — annoyed by all the fancy-ass rich people food from home, he's big into fast food

BACKGROUND

birthplace — new haven, CT parents — Alkara Greene & Noraine Greene siblings — Alwyn, Islwyn and Shania (all older by 10 ish years) education — high school drop out notable skills — fighting his parents, arguing about the exact same thing over and over and over, disagreeing with everything someone else says

Born with not only a silverspoon in his proverbial mouth, but an entire collection of silver cutlery, Noah should've grown up to be the happiest child with the most fulfilled life one could imagine. And for a long time it was exactly that, or it felt like it, but Noah never quite felt like he ... was right where he was. It might've been the fact his siblings were all much older than him and he'd been somewhat of an accident, or maybe it was because they were all so incredibly good at everything - they were Fairies after all, that he just .. knew he'd never be able to compete.

They were tall, blonde, blue-eyed and smart. Alwyn was going to law school - a year early than was normal, Islwyn was a resident at the hospital and Shania had just opened her own restaurant under the ever-watchful eye of the town's council. They were all in meaningful and yet arranged relationships with other Fairy partners and it was honestly kind of disgusting to watch sometimes. It wasn't normal, being so goddamn perfect.

And so Noah decided to be the exact opposite. No oppression, no ... letting them dictate life for him, no pushing him into being someone he wasn't. He was wild, he didn't like school, he didn't like authority, he ... just wanted to be left alone. He wanted to fuck shit up and leave a path of destruction in his wake. It wasn't even that he hated his family, he just ... didn't want to be part of it. Sure, they probably loved him, but ... they sucked at showing it - really.

He ran away from home a few times, slept in abandoned buildings (yes, even New Haven had some) out by the fields, but someone always found him and he was dragged back - kicking and screaming to once again find himself in a golden cage of .... wealth. Ungrateful, spoiled, brat. He was aware, thank you, but he also couldn't give any less shits than ... none.

So, he got himself into trouble. He stole from the mall, he cracked windows of store wherever he went, his trusty bat always with him wherever he went and he picked fights whenever he could. It was... freeing, feeling his blood pumping and adrenaline take over. But it never lasted unfortunately and so he kept on going higher and further - harder and faster.

Until he got himself caught. Again. Only this time ... the council was involved and Noah was faced with two options. Be the first Fairy in jail among vampires, weres and sharks or ... work for a better future. My ass, what a bunch of nonsense. But he ... had no other option than to accept, because no way in fucking hell was he going to replace his golden cage with iron bars.

And so he met Dallas Song.

#wtnhintro #intro.

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starcunin · 3 months

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𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 !!

SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE , OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHARACTER ARC. including lyrics is optional.

❛ 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 .

i still don’t know who you are / i only know that i’m still lonely / that morbid sort where even company can’t cure me / and the more you reassure , the less i trust / but still you gave me your heart / i only gave you my body / honestly thought nobody’d want it , let alone notice it’s gone / and so i left it home but now , now , now , now / i keep a locket with picture of the back of my head / oh , monkey - wrench my side view mirrors , ghost my friends / i’ve lived more lives than enough , i haven’t died quite as much / but i’m not a real person , just the shit you can’t make up , and / i swear , i’m really trying / i’m just as exposed if i take off my clothes / when we make the closest thing to love that i’m capable of.

❛ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒂 .

if you see the boy i used to be / could you tell him that i’d like to find him ? / and if you see the shell that’s left of me / could you spare him a little kindness ? / ‘cause i’ve been high and i’ve been low / i’ve spent a thousand nights alone / tryna hold on tight / and feelings come , but they won’t go / please won’t someone take me home before i lose my mind ? / am i broken ? / am i flawed ? / do i deserve a shred of worth / or am i just another fake , fucked up , lost cause ? / and am i human ? / or am i something else ? / ‘cause i’m so scared there’s no one there / to save me from the nightmare that i call myself.

❛ 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 .

on some level , i think i always understood / that a ship could never really love an anchor / so , i did the only thing that i could / and severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor / there are times when i still wonder about you / you are someone i have loved , but never known / and you’ll never see the reasons i had / for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you / i am selfish , i am broken , i am cruel / i am all the things they might have said to you / do you ever think of me and my two hands ? / and wonder why they never soothed your fevers ?

❛ 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 .

you probably thought i wouldn’t get this far / you thought i’d end up in the back of a car / you probably thought that i’d never escape / i’d be a rat in a cage , i’d be a slave to this place / you don’t know how hard i fought to survive / waking up all alone , when i was left to die / you don’t know about this life i’ve led / all these roads i’ve walked / all these tears i’ve bled / so , how can this be ? / you’re praying to me / there’s a look in your eyes / i know just what that means / i can be , i can be your everything / i can be your whore / i am the dirt you created / i am your sinner / i am your whore / but let me tell you something , baby / you love me for everything you hate me for.

❛ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒚 .

i’ve been searchin’ for a fortified defense / four to five reasons / but jesus , you’ve got better lips than judas / i could keep your bed warm , otherwise i’m useless / i don’t really mean that / ‘cause who the fuck would choose this ? / well , maybe i could hold you in the dark / you won’t even notice me depart / secondhand thread in a secondhand bed with a second man’s head / leavin’ through the door without a word / you won’t even notice , little bird / better off dead , so i reckon i’m headed to hell instead / so don’t wait for me / i’m not a happy ending.

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"Sir, they've arrived."

Zeke Yeager looked up from his book at his personal guard. He gave him a nod of acknowledgement, then placed the book onto the coffee table.

"Thank you, Levi. Tell them I'll be down in a minute."

Levi gave a curt nod, shut the door, then spoke into his earpiece, letting the other guards know that Zeke would be down soon.

Zeke adjusted his sweater and gave himself a once over before leaving his bedroom. Levi followed in his stead like a shadow.

This was always a thrilling experience for Zeke. He loved getting a new pet. He loved the power, the ownership over another being. He got off on it. The feeling of having someone completely bend to his will was nearly euphoric to him.

They walked through the huge castle until the two men reached the doors to the study. Levi opened the grand doors for Zeke and followed in behind him, making sure to shut the door behind them.

Inside the room were four trembling, naked young women and two men- a father and son. You were one of the four. The older man was short and chunky, with a balding head. The younger was on the chunkier side as well but sported a full head of red hair. Zeke flashed them a bright, toothy smile.

The women were chained together at the ankles, wrists, and neck. A single, thick chain roped them together.

"Your grace," the two men said in unison, bowing their heads in respect to Zeke when he walked in.

"Hello, Dimo, Flegel," Zeke said, placing a hand out for the father to shake. "You know you may call me Zeke."

"Sorry, your gr- I mean Zeke," Dimo said, sticking his hand in Zeke's to shake it. After he shook hands with Dimo, he moved on to Flegel. Once Dimo retired, it his was going to be his son who took over the family business of selling humans.

"So these are the girls?"

"Yes, handpicked personally for you." Zeke eyed the women carefully. He stroked his bearded, blonde chin and looked them up and down. As he reached out a hand to one of them, she let out a terrified wail.

"Quiet, you," Flegel snapped, smacking the woman upside her head. The other women flinched but made sure to keep their mouths shut.

Zeke glanced at Flegel then back at the scared woman. "I'm not going to hurt you," he soothed, touching her face softly. He grabbed her chin his fingers and turned her slowly.

"She's very healthy, comes from a long history of healthy people."

"Any of them virgins?" Zeke asked.

Dimo grinned and walked over to grab a fist full of your hair. You wince and will the tears away that had formed in your eyes. They were so rough with the four of you.

"This one right here, sir."

Zeke tried to mask the grin that was forming on his face as he eyed you. He hungrily took your body in as he observed you- inspected you. You felt like an animal in a cage.

He approached you and Dimo released his grip on you. You wanted to let out the breath you had been holding but as Zeke got closer, you continued to hold it. He pushed your soft hair away from your neck and observed it. He lifted his hand and ran a finger across your pulsing vein before he leaned in to inhale your scent.

"You smell delicious," he muttered in your ear. The sound of his voice and the hot breath on your skin made you cringe away. He pulled away and looked down at your bare chest. "You look delicious as well."

You hardened your face to mask the fear you felt as best as you could.

But what else were you supposed to feel but fear? You were walking back to your apartment with a friend just two days ago. You had indulged yourself for one night and decided to go to a bar just to get kidnapped on your way home. You feared what might have happened to your friend. Was she in the same predicament as you? Where even are you?

"How much?" Zeke asked, looking away from you and to the slave traders behind you.

"100,000," Dimo replied.

"Seems a little steep," Zeke grunted.

"Virgins usually are, your grace. She's also got a rare blood type."

Zeke's eyebrow quirked up in surprise as he studied you once more. His gaze felt like slime coating your body. You looked away in disgust and shame. You hated the way your naked body was on display for him. And why does your virginity and blood type matter?

"Has she been tasted yet?"

"No, sir. Yours and yours alone."

This sold him on you. He wanted you to be completely his in every way. No one except him will know what it's like to have your sweet, virgin blood coating their tongues.

"Fine- I'll take her."

You stared at him wide eyed. You had a pretty good idea of what was happening but it was hard to process.

Zeke glanced back at this guard and grinned. "You want to check any out, Levi?"

You look to see the short, black haired man look away from you all. His face was scrunched up slightly in disgust. "No, I'm good. Thank you anyways, your grace."

"Suit yourself," Zeke said with a grin, then looked up to your captors. "I'll have the bank wire the money."

They nodded and unlatched your shackles. You immediately covered your exposed body to the best of your ability. Zeke snapped his fingers and called Levi over.

"Take her to my room," he said, then turned his attention to you. He ran a tough thumb along your jawline. You flinched away, his touch feeling violating. "Get cleaned up for me."

Levi nodded silently and walked to grab your arm. The other women all looked at you with worried faces as the guard dragged you away. His fingers dug into the skin of your bicep roughly and you fought against his grip once out of the room.

"If you cooperate this will be much easier," he grunted, continuing to drag you down a long hallway.

You stop fighting against his strong grip and stumbled along with him. There was no use in fighting him, he was obviously significantly stronger than you.

Levi hated this part of his job. You were the second young woman this month that Zeke had purchased and it was always Levi who had to deal with the aftermath. He was the one who had to get rid of the lifeless bodies and arrange for the next to be brought in. He felt a pang of guilt as he dragged you to Zeke's room.

When the two of you arrived, he put in a passcode on the electronic lock on the huge doors. The room was massive and extremely modern for an old castle. Windows lined the wall behind a king sized bed with navy satin sheets. A standing, double sided fireplace was put in the middle of the room with a couch and chairs on the side opposite from the bed. A television hung up on the wall facing the couch.

Levi led you through the room and through a door to a bathroom that nearly matched the room. The floors were white tiled and the counter top a navy to match the sheets.

"I'll bring you some clothes while you shower," Levi said, not daring to look at your face or your naked figure. It was easier for him not to get familiar with your face so it didn't haunt him after Zeke drained you dry.

Levi hoped it wouldn't end that way, but there was a good chance. Though, you were a little different.

Your scent was intoxicating, even he could smell you when he was close to you. Virgin blood was strong but it must be your unique blood type that made you so... enticing.

He was going to be very busy keeping other vampires away from you.

Once Levi left the bathroom, you could only stare. Stare at your reflection in the long mirror that spanned the entire wall. The fluorescent lights beat down on your dirty skin as you took in your appearance. It wasn't very many days but you could barely recognize yourself.

Your face was puffy and red from crying for days. Your hair looked greasy and gross and red pimples threatened you underneath your skin.

Your eyes are what looked the scariest though. There were much darker circles surrounding your eyes than you were used to. It had been days since you'd slept or eaten anything and you felt so weak you didn't know how you were supposed to shower.

You tried your best though. The hot water was welcoming on your dirty skin. Even though you were confused by what was happening, you weren't about to turn down a hot shower. You gulped down bits as they rained down from the shower head. You were so dehydrated, it didn't matter that this was for the shower. Water was water.

After washing away the days captivity away and crying for who knows how long, you finally emerge from the comfort of the shower. Two towels, a stack of clothes, and some toiletries had been left on the counter for you.

The clothes were black sweat pants and a white t-shirt, both slightly too big on you. You watched yourself as you brushed your wet hair and brushed your teeth. Your eyes were swollen and bloodshot but looked like there was no life left inside them.

You knew you had to try to find a way out. First and foremost you had to find out where you were.

Levi waited patiently for you in Zeke's bedroom. He tapped his foot as he drank tea and tried to prepare himself for anything once you came out of that bathroom. If you did.

He's experienced it all in his many years in Zeke's service. This was always the worst part.

He has had girls kill themselves in the bathroom, try to kill him, try to run, try to kill Zeke even. This is why Zeke stays away for the first day to let the new ones adjust. Levi was left to deal with the mess.

He also had to prepare himself to handle being around you and the way you smelled. The intense, intoxicating aroma that came off of you nearly made him weak in the knees. He had luckily been around for long enough to control himself but he can't say the same for others. Protecting you would be a full time job if Zeke doesn't drain you first.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, Levi quickly came to his feet. Treating you like an animal, he didn't try to approach you. It was best you come to him first.

You stared blankly around the room. Everything was so overwhelming and you felt so much fear and anxiety it was nearly making you numb.

When your eyes landed on Levi's you two just stared at each other. You could tell he was just as cautious of you as you were with him. Though he could kill you in an instant if need be.

You open your mouth to speak but close it immediately.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Levi said calmly, not daring to move a muscle. Humans are unpredictable creatures.

You didn't trust him at all. How could you? You're in an unfamiliar place after being kidnapped and sold. What is your place here? What is your purpose? A ludicrous thought entered your mind but you quickly brushed it away. It was crazy.

You walked slowly into the rest of the room but careful not to step towards him. You glance somewhat frantically at the door as you move through the room.

"I know you want to run, but I promise there's no point in trying," he sighed. You stop and begin evaluating him.

He was short, maybe even shorter than you. He was slim but by his grip he had earlier, you were sure that somewhere underneath that suit, there were muscles. Maybe you could outrun him? You did track in high school and had fairly long legs. You were naturally pretty strong as well, maybe you could even defend yourself.

You almost laughed at that thought considering you allowed yourself to get kidnapped and he dragged you down the hallway with no issues. You scratched the defending yourself plan pretty quickly.

Your eyes skated around the room. There wasn't a knick knack or anything close to a weapon in sight. That idea would have to scrapped as well. The only thing left was to try to run.

In a split second decision, you turned on your bare feet and booked it for the door.

Levi watched you and sighed. He was just glad you didn't try to come after him.

When you reached the door, you yanked hard to pull it open just for it to be slammed and locked immediately. You jumped and fell back onto your backside at Levi's sudden appearance in front of you. No one moves that fast.

"What the fuck," you whispered, backing up on the marble floor away from him. Fear and adrenaline shot through your body as you trembled. What was happening?

"I told you it was pointless. You are physically incapable of outrunning me."

He walked slowly to you as you scooted further away from him. Your back hit the wall as he squatted down to get to your level.

"I'm sure you have questions. Let's just sit down so I can answer them," he said, standing up and holding a hand out for you. You glanced between him and his hand and refused to take it. You pulled yourself up and hesitantly walked to one of the chairs and sat down.

Levi sat on the opposite side of the room from you to give you some space. You obviously haven't figured out what he was yet but was sure after the supernatural speed you had some sort of idea. Or at least questions.

"So do you wan-"

"Are you a vampire?" You whispered, almost so quietly it barely came out. Levi's supernatural hearing was unbothered by the quietness of your voice.

"Yes."

The answer made your stomach flip and your head begin to spin. You had felt so stupid when it left your mouth but he answered honestly. You would puke if there were anything in your stomach to puke.

"Prove it." Your voice trembled and you wanted to take it back. Why would you want him to prove it?

He sighed and walked over to you very slowly so you could see him better. You scooted back into your chair in fear as he sat in the chair next to you. He hooked a long, slender finger into his mouth and pulled back his lips to reveal a long, sharpened fang.

"Holy shit," you whispered, staring at his pearly whites. You wanted to reach out and touch the sharpened tooth but forced yourself not to. They had to be fake though. There was no way vampires were real. They were in movies and erotic novels. A gasp fell from your lips when Levi willed them back up into his gums. It was nearly painful. His fangs came out when he was hungry and being this close to you made him feel like he was starving.

"Listen, I know this is a lot." The sincerity in his voice was almost comforting to you. "Do you have any other questions?"

"Why am I here?" Your own voice was so meek and scared, you didn't recognize it. You didn't feel real. None of this did.

"This is the home of King Grisha Yaeger. The man who... boughtyou is one of his sons, Prince Zeke Yaeger."

You tried to blink away the tears at the word 'bought' and shook your head. "Nope. No."

He stayed silent as he watched you try to process the information. He was sincere when he said he knew this was a lot. You were taken from your home to a place you were unfamiliar with. You travelled so far and didn't even know it yet.

#levi ackerman #levi #leviathan x reader #fanfic #levi aot #levi fanfiction #aot au #vampire au #:)

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