Scream for me darling

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/51320434.

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas
Relationships: Feyre Archeron/Rhysand, Feyre Archeron & Rhysand,
Boyfriend/Girlfriend
Characters: Feyre Archeron, Rhysand, Mentions of Mor, mentions of Cassian
Additional Tags: Modern AU, Halloween, Kinktober, Inspired by Scream (Movies),
Masks
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-11-03 Words: 3,064 Chapters: 1/1
 Scream for me darling
by CSMoonflower

Summary

A modern AU of Feyre fulfilling her scream fantasy ;) Sorry for the late Halloween post

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Feyre:

I opened the door to the silent household, the smell of candy and cold autumn air wafting
through the entryway. Locking the front door, I strolled into the kitchen for a glass of wine,
pulling off the halo from my head, twin to Mors Devil Horns. As fun as the party had been, I
left early, unable to stand to hear any more of Cassians and Mor’s drunk karaoke renditions.

I poured a chilled glass of my favorite Sauvignon Blanc and readjusted the straps of my tiny
white dress along with the strapped-on Angel wings. Leasruley I sipped my wine, white heels
clicking on the floor of the silent house as I flicked on various lights.

I walked into the living room and paused. The hand-crafted furniture cast shadows onto the
floor, the moonlight shining through the open back doors that led to the balcony. I froze. I
never kept the backdoors open in October, much less when I wasn’t home. Leaves that had
skittered through the open French doors crunched underfoot as I closed the doors soundly.

Pushing my nerves aside at the erie image, I clicked on my phone at a notification.

Mor: ur soooo lame for leavin early :(((((

Me: You get home safe?

Mor: ..Remember tht gurl from the bar? The HOT one?

I huffed a laugh.

Me: yes…

Mor: Lets just say ur gurl got home safe ;)

Me: You’re like a frat guy. I’m so proud of you

Mor. I want frnch friesssss

Me: God you’re wasted lol

Before she could respond I went back to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for a sandwich.
A call rang from my phone then, startling me, the ID reading ‘ Unknown.’ With a squinted
brow, I assessed the green flickering button not recognizing the area code. Halloween wasn’t
always the safest night, and if it were a stranded friend…I answered the call.

“Hello?” a voice asked from down the line. I froze at the sound.

“Who is this?” I paused at his question, knife hovering over the bread. The man's voice was
grave and unrecognizable. Almost unnatural.

“Who are you trying to reach?”

“I’m not sure.” the voice responded.

“Well, you seem to have the wrong number. Good luck.” Hanging up the phone, I picked up
the sandwich, sat at the bar of my counter, and began scrolling through texts before my phone
rang again.

“Hello?” I asked again a bit more timidly this time.

“Sorry for calling the wrong number earlier.”

I paused mid-bite. “Did you call back just to say sorry to a stranger?”

I could hear the smile in his strange voice. “Maybe I did. Your voice is so…pleasing.”

I huffed a laugh. “Well I appreciate that but I do have a boyfriend. Try texting the person you
wanna reach, save yourself the hassle.”

I hit the ‘end’ button and tossed my phone on the counter again, weirded out, but too tipsy to
care. Finishing my food I began straightening up and grabbed the empty candy bowl from the
front door before a text chimed in from my phone.

Rhysand: I’ll be home a bit later than I thought. Go ahead and start the movie without me.

I sighed, disappointed that our plans would be further delayed. I walked to the living room,
choosing to keep the costume on. Rhys had worked late, unable to come to our friend group's
party, and to make up for it he promised a scary movie night. As I turned on the TV to scroll
through options the phone rang again. With an eye roll, I answered it a third time.

“Do you not want to talk to me?” The man asked, this time his voice deeper and almost angry
in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed. “Who is this?”

“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine.”

“Not a chance,” I said. I busied myself and poured a second wine glass, setting it on the
living room coffee table.

“What’s that sound?” the man asked. I didn’t know why I was still speaking to him, perhaps
boredom.
“I’m pouring wine for my boyfriend and me.”

“Romantic evening?”

“I certainly hope so. Say. . . you’re a creepy guy, what horror movie should I pick?” I asked
mindlessly, as I flicked through the movie options.

The man chuckled. “Hmmm, what about that one with the clown that scares the kids?”

I grimaced. “IT? I hate that one, it's not even scary.”

“What about Halloween?”

I shook my head. “No, too obvious.”

“Well, which one is your favorite?” The man asked.

“I guess I like the Conjuring but I’ve seen it too recently.”

The man clicked his tongue contemplatively. “Well, which movie does that boyfriend of
yours like?”

I considered. “He doesn’t really get scared by horror movies. He likes the more psychological
thriller ones.”

The line went silent for a moment. “Well Feyre, just choose a random one.”
I paused, my blood going cold in my veins. “I never told you my name.”

“Of course, you told me. How else would I get to know who I’m looking at?”

Whipping my head to the glass window to my right and left I paled. Black empty night stared
back through the square paned glass and I rushed to check the back door. Still locked, thank
god. Next, I yanked the curtains closed in the living room before ending the phone call and
bringing up Rhys’s caller ID.

Pressing call I listened to it ring along with the sound of my heels on the hardwood as I ran to
the front door and froze. It was open, the door ajar, and cold air wafting in from the dark
street.

All of the air left my lungs as my phone stopped ringing.

“ Please leave your message for Rhysan…” The line went cold and I debated my next
moves.

I could run outside and leave since he was most likely in the house. But run where? My car
was in the shop, so I took an Uber home. Besides, if he saw me running he could easily chase
me down and a white dress was easy to spot. I could run upstairs…where he would most
likely be considering the stairs lead to the entryway.

Chewing my lip my hazy and adrenaline-filled brain made a choice. With a sudden act of
defiance, I quietly closed the door and deadbolted it shut. This was my fucking house, I
wasn’t leaving. I hesitantly made my way into the kitchen and grabbed the most grizzly-
looking knife I owned before ducking behind the counter... Tapping the call button again, I
chanted to myself silently.

“Please pick up baby, please Rhys…”

Before the damn thing could even go to voicemail, I watched as the lights in the kitchen
flickered out and my phone lose cell service.

“Shit…shit, shit, shit,” I muttered, shaky hands tapping buttons to no avail. A bang shuttered
through the house, my skin prickling with bumps. I had to move near a window where I
could see. I walked, tiptoeing around the corner of the kitchen before I peered up the stairs
just in time to see a large figure barreling down after me.

A scream tore from my throat as he pushed me into the wall, his hand pinning my wrists
above my head, knife dangling helplessly. In the pale light from the windows by the door, I
saw him. He was covered in black from head to toe, black boots, a tight black shirt accenting
his chiseled frame, and tattoos I’d know anywhere. He was wearing chains on his belt along
with handcuffs and a large knife, bigger and deadlier looking than mine. But to top it off was
his mask.

The black mask covered his face in the cut out of a skeleton, with his eyes, and slivers of tan-
skinned peeking through. The hulking man before me cocked his head like the predator he
was before he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“There you are, little angel. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He ripped the knife from
my hand and angled it in the lighting. “What a terrible boyfriend you must have, leaving you
here all alone…”

He took the tip of the knife and poised it against my heaving chest. “Leaving you here with
such terrible defenses… so helpless and vulnerable.”

Heat barreled between my thighs, the sheer size of him, the danger of him heating my blood
immediately. I licked my lips.

“Rhys is coming home soon he’ll-”

The man gripped my jaw in gloved hands, pouting my lips and whipping my pink lipstick
onto his leather-clad fingers as if in awe.
“He’s coming home? So he’s not home now?” he pressed his large body into me, my bare
legs scratching against his pants. Even in my stripper heels, he towered over me.

“Tell me Feyre darling…” He dragged the knife delicately up my chest, so gently it sent
goosebumps down my spine before he pressed it against my jaw.

“Have you ever been fucked by a man like me?”

My knees buckled and I took the moment to bring my knee up to hit him in the stomach.
With a grunt, he bent over, and I ducked under his arm before I ran up the stairs, heels
clacking loudly as my shadow chased me on silent feet.

Pushing open the door to the bedroom I turned to slam it shut when a hand shot out and
pushed it open with ease. The force of it shoved me off my balance and onto my ass. My
stalker towered over me, laughing at my pathetic state, wings askew, breathing heavily.

He cocked his head at me, crouching onto the balls of his feet and resting his forearms on his
thighs. “An angel who fell from heaven and landed in my lap.”

With that he grabbed me roughly and tossed me over his shoulder, throwing me onto the bed.
My dress bunched at my thighs and his dark eyes followed the movement through the mask,
glazing over. It was then that I realized how bright it was in this room. With a shock, I
followed the glow of candles littering various surfaces.

Dragging my attention back to the man, I watched him mechanically grab the handcuffs and
round the bed. There was no use in fighting, he was enormous and fast…so I clenched my
thighs together shamelessly as he manhandled my body, yanking my wrists together and
locking them in front of me.

My shadow stood before me, his eyes trained on me fully, devouringly as he slowly removed
his shirt, chiseled muscles, and familiar tattoos. I bit back my smile, fantasy becoming better
than reality.
His eyes followed the way my thighs rubbed together in desperation for friction. “Tell me,
darling, do you need help with that?”

I bit my lip, shaking my head ‘Yes’ as he began crawling over me. “Use your words, baby.”

I shivered at the sensuality of his voice. “Yes, please touch me.”

His gloved hands came up to sensually rub my thighs, pushing the dress up past my panties
and exposing the light pink lace. “What about your boyfriend?”

I giggled slightly at him, leaning in to brush my lips against his ear. “I think he’s more than
happy with what's going on, don’t you?”

“Oh trust me, once he sees you with these panties in your mouth, he won’t have anything to
complain about.”

With that he tore at the top of my dress drawing a gasp from my mouth as he exposed my
breasts, bunching the material beneath them. Suddenly the man stood, abruptly leaving me
mewling.

“Now, darling. Patience.” He left the room only to return moments later with my half-empty
bottle of wine in hand.

I looked at him quizically as he made up the scene he wanted to fulfill, me his willing and
anticipating victim. He approached me, pulling me onto my back yanking off my panties, and
lifting them to his nose, inhaling deeply. The man reached forward, gripping my face in a
bruising force forcing my mouth open, wordlessly choking me on my own thong.

I watched as he carelessly took the wine and smiled at me through the slits in his mask as he
poured the wine over my tits, white wine staining my dress and drenching my chest. Once
done, he took a long swig before climbing back over me. Vulnerable, half-naked, gagged, and
cuffed I was at his mercy.

“Is this what you wanted Feyre?” I nodded, mascara already smearing from the desperate
need to have something, anything between my thighs.

He never took his eyes off of mine as he took his cock from his dark pants, precum already
dripping down his veined shaft as he pumped himself slowly to the sight of me.

“Press your arms together. Now.” He commanded. With my cuffed hands it was easy to press
my breasts together, pillowing them over my arms.

He wasted no time in kneeling over me and sliding his cock between my wine-soaked
breasts, groaning before his gloved hand grabbed my neck.

“Fuck Feyre, you look so fucking pretty with my cock between your tits.” I batted my lashes
at him knowing full well I looked ridiculous with my disheveled appearance, but I was far
too aroused to care.

I watched as his cock split my breasts, the wet sounds obscene along with his panting breaths.
I was entranced by the way the muscles in his neck and chest contracted with every thrust,
the way his eyes ate me alive. I could feel my arousal pooling down my thighs, the need to
have him inside of me so great I was ready to beg.

I mewled past the gag, rubbing my thighs together desperately. “Does my pretty angel want
my cock?”

I nodded vigorously as he grinned. Removing his cock from my breasts he tore the panties
from my mouth, pocketing them before he pulled me to my knees. His hands fisted my hair
yanking me down until he tapped my lips with his cock. I wasted no time in sucking him,
lapping and rubbing my head despite the weird angle.
He immediately began fucking my throat, his snapping vigorously as he abused my throat.
The sounds were that of a porno, the sight not much better I was sure.

“Such a pretty little whore, desperate for my cock in any way she can get it. Serving me so
eagerly.” He pet my hair, his hand stroking my face so in contrast to the rough way he had
been handling me.

Once I was sure my jaw was going to break from his movements, he roughly pulled me off
his cock, spit and precum dripping from my mouth. He swiped his finger through the mess,
admiringly.

I grinned at him. “I wasn't done, Rhys.”

“Oh baby, neither am I.”

Rysand then grabbed my cuffed hands and rearranged them until I was cuffed to our four-
poster bed, my ass on full display for him behind me. He grabbed my hair until his face was
next to my ear.

“You were a very bad girl today.” I squinted in confusion before he slapped my ass roughly. I
yelped, straining my wrists against my retrain in shock. Before I could ask why, he slapped
my ass again, this time sending a flood of arousal to my desperate pussy.

“You answered the phone to a stranger,” Slap. “You didn’t run out of the house when you had
the chance,” slap. “You didn’t stab me when you should’ve.” slap.

I was panting, moaning at the deliciously sinful contact before his gloved hand rubbed over
my abused ass. “But my bad girl did one thing right..”

Rhys poised his cock at my entrance. “You called me for help.” he slid home, my cunt
gripping him desperately as I moaned embarrassingly loud. Despite my arousal, he was still
stretching me deliciously.
I turned my head to catch his eyes and I smiled slightly. “Maybe I knew it was you the entire
time.”

He reached around to rub my clit. “Such a smart girl.” he praised before plowing into me at a
brutal pace, pushing me up against the banister as he fucked me.

It was rough and desperate, two adrenaline-filled people needing a release more than air.
Grabbing my throat he positioned me on his lap, yanking me down and spearing me on his
cock as quickly as he could. I could do nothing more than hold on as I neared my orgasm.

It came slowly and then all at once, gathering at my spine and spasming around him, milking
his cock as I screamed.

“That’s it, my love, come on my cock. Make a mess of yourself for me.” He pawed at me, my
clit, my breasts, never ceasing his erratic thrusts.

“Rhys Please! I c-can’t, I can’t-”

“Yes you fucking can, and you will.” He was close, I could feel it. I knew he was on the brink
and he wanted me to come with him.

“Relax, let it come to you,” He whispered over the sounds of our coupling.

“Oh fuck-” My climax came again, Rhys pounding into me as he grabbed my throat, burying
his head in the crook of my shoulder as he came loudly.

He moaned as he spilled into me, his release heightened everything until I nearly blacked out
from pleasure. We stayed there, sweaty, spent, shaking from the mutual adrenaline as we
came down. It could’ve been hours or minutes we spent like that until Rhys pulled out of me
and gently unclasped my handcuffs.
He kissed each red mark on my wrists before grabbing a rag to clean us both up. Removing
his mask he pulled me into an embrace, kissing me tenderly and sighing.

“Was it what you wanted?” He asked hesitantly.

I smiled, knowing I probably looked like the biggest mess in the world with how thoroughly I
had been fucked. “Better.” I breathed.

I knew he hated the idea of hurting me, but when I had disclosed my fantasy of a surprise
chase and a rough fuck, he wanted nothing more than to please me.

“Well then,” he said, picking me up and carrying me to our shower. “Until next year. Happy
Halloween Feyre darling.”
End Notes

I edited this on sleeping pills so sorry for any grammatical errors lol.

Rhysands mask:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1462673653/mens-leather-halloween-mask-head-harness?
ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=me
ns+sexy+mask&ref=sr_gallery-1-1&frs=1&organic_search_click=1

Feyres Dress:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1462673653/mens-leather-halloween-mask-head-harness?
ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=me
ns+sexy+mask&ref=sr_gallery-1-1&frs=1&organic_search_click=1

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