Tato's Backrooms

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Elain watched from behind a shelf as you finished ringing up a customer, waiting to approach until after he had left with two leafy plants - pothos, if she had to guess. Elain had been coming here for months, ever since she had been comfortable exploring Velaris, and while the initial draw had been the mammoth collection of flora, Elain now returned for you.

For your hair that was always swept into an elegant bun, beautiful yet helpful in keeping it out of the way - Elain had begun styling her hair in similar ways as well, wanting to feel close to you in some way even when she was away from your shop. For the way you chatted up your patrons about the plants they were interested in. For your sweet smile, that took her breath away each time.

Which brought her to now, staring at you from across the shop while trying to make it look like she was just interested in the potted hydrangeas on the shelf. Elain had spoken with you before while purchasing plants and gardening supplies, but she felt far more comfortable watching you from a distance. She had never felt this way about a woman - female, she corrected herself - before, and as such she was… Nervous. Scared that her feelings would not be reciprocated by you.

So distance it was, for the most part.

Elain had learned by observing that you lived in the back rooms of the shop, and knew your schedule by heart. You went to the markets on Wednesdays and Sundays, frequenting the same stalls every time. Friday nights you went to Rita’s with your two close friends or alone to a quiet little restaurant called Nena’s. Saturday mornings you went to the temple to pray, which Elain had taken to doing as well. While she hadn’t been particularly religious before being turned fae, she now found that paying thanks to the Mother for leading her to you was a wonderful way to spend her time, and seeing you was a wonderful bonus. Elain would watch you kneel on the ground between her own prayers, wishing that it was her you were kneeling before.

Soon. Elain would find a way to make it happen soon.

You stretched your arms above your head, loosing a pleased sigh that sent Elain’s heart fluttering, then looked around the shop. Your eyes met hers and you smiled before making your way over to where Elain had been half-hiding.

“Good afternoon, Elain,” you said cheerily, that smile still on your lips. “Browsing or buying today?” Your gaze travelled the hydrangea bush in front of her, staring at the way Elain’s fingers were absentmindedly playing with the petals of the plant.

“Buying,” Elain said, hoping that you couldn’t make out the unsteady beats of her heart. “The River House is in dire need of a larger garden.”

“Really?” you asked, eyes sparkling. “I’d love to see what you do with the space, you always have the best taste in flowers.”

A blush rose to her cheeks, a smile spreading over her lips without a thought. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I won’t be buying everything today, though I’m tempted to…”

“Well if you need any help picking plants out, just let me know,” you said, giving Elain another bright smile before you began wandering the store, plucking a watering can from the counter and watering the plants that were thirsty. Elain bit her lip as she watched you bend over to reach a plant on a bottom shelf. The shape of your ass is perfect, Elain thought to herself, indulging in her risqué thoughts for only a moment, lest her scent reveal how she really felt about you.

Elain went about picking out plant after plant, bringing them to the front counter when she found another, all while keeping an eye on you as you tended to the multitudes of plants inside of the shop. Eventually she realized that she’d picked out far too many to carry home in a box, even with her newfound strength. The counter and the ground in front of it were completely covered in pots of all sizes. Elain hoped that you would offer help take the plants back to her residence, as she’d seen you do with many a customer in the past.

You met her at the counter just as Elain brought up the last plant, an azalea shrub with lovely vibrant purple blooms. “You found a lot of good ones, I see,” you said as you started totaling up the price of the plants. “Did you need any help taking them home? I have a couple of carts that we could use,” you offered.

Elain smiled. “I would love that, but are you sure you can spare the time?”

“Of course! I’d be glad to help, and I’ll just close the shop while I’m out. It’s no bother, I promise.”

“Thank you,” Elain said, fully meaning it. Her nerves were already tingling at the simple thought of being near you for so long. She paid for the plants, and watched as you pulled two carts with raised edges over to the counter, then began loading plants into them. Elain helped, angling her hand to ‘accidentally’ brush yours as you reached for the same pot. To her delight, your cheeks turned bright pink at the contact.

“Well, I think we got everything,” you said, looking at the now barren counter and floor before it. “Lead the way!”

You flipped the open sign over and locked the door behind you, then fell into step beside Elain. It was dangerously easy to be so close to you, and increasingly difficult for Elain to not pin you to a tree and have her way with you. If you noticed the slight arousal in her scent, you didn’t let it show as Elain led you to the River House, only a short walk away from your shop. Elain opened the gate to the garden dn let you pass through first, then followed with her cart. The silence between the two of you was comfortable as the plants were unloaded, though for Elain, the time went by far too quickly.

“The space here is wonderful,” you said once you were finished, looking around the yard. The space was already half-filled with plants of all kinds, including several fruit trees. At the back of the property ran the Sidra, bright and sparkling under the fall sun. “You have quite the green thumb.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Elain said, cheeks flushing again. “I’m only as good as the plants I choose, which is why I’m so glad to have found your shop.”

“I’m happy to be of service,” you said. “Well, I should be going. I’ll see you around!”

“Oh, don’t you need help with the other cart?” Elain asked, not wanting her time with you to end.

“No, I’m a pro at dragging these things around town,” you said with a grin, moving both carts out of the gate and taking one in each hand. Elain watched as you pulled the two carts behind you, waiting until you turned the corner to venture back into the garden.

As she set about putting all of her new plants into the ground how she’d imagined it as she’d picked them out, Elain couldn’t help but miss you already.

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How she found herself here, she wasn’t sure. But you had gone out for a night of dancing at Rita’s, and Elain had been overwhelmed by the need to see your rooms. She needed to know exactly how you lived, what snacks you liked to have, what colors you had the most of in your closet, everything.

Oh gods. Elain opened the top drawer of your dresser, staring at set after set of matching underthings, almost all in shades of pinks and greens. Her mouth watered at the thought of seeing you in just your underwear, or in nothing at all, spread before her. She spent so long staring at the drawer and running her fingers over lace and silk that she barely registered the sound of a door opening and closing, and she froze in place.

You weren’t supposed to be home yet, you were supposed to be out all night as you usually were. Elain glanced at the doorway of your bedroom, knowing that her escape route was in the kitchen - where you would come in first.

Fuck, Elain thought, silently closing the drawer of your dresser and sliding beneath your bed, hoping that you wouldn’t notice her scent or hear her racing heartbeat. She watched as you entered the room, humming to yourself as you walked to your closet. She heard the rustle of fabric before you dropped your dress on the ground, quickly followed by your bra and underwear. Elain bit her lip as she moved slightly closer to the edge of the bed, heat flooding her when she saw you, bare and unaware of her presence. You walked into the ensuite bathroom, and when Elain heard the water turn on she let out the quietest sigh of relief. Once she heard you step into the water, she slowly eased herself out from under your bed, and though she wished with every fiber of her being to go into the bathroom and take you, she forced herself to tiptoe to the kitchen and ease the window open. She snuck out of the building, shutting the window silently behind her.

Elain pressed herself to the cool brick façade, catching her breath and working to calm her scent. Adrenaline was rushing through her, and it was in that moment that Elain knew she would venture into your home again.

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Ten times. Elain had been in your home ten times now, and had snuck away before you returned home each time. The thrill of possibly getting caught paired with pleasuring herself in your bed had her coming back for more whenever you went dancing with your friends, but… It still wasn’t enough.

So tonight, she had come prepared. Her bag was packed with rope, manacles made of durable iron that she’d ‘borrowed’ from the River House’s basement, all of your favorite foods, a charmed necklace, and a heavy dose of love potion. As a backup, of course. And the snacks were for the next few days, seeing as you wouldn’t be leaving the house anytime soon.

Luckily for Elain, you’d been announcing that you were taking a vacation from Saturday to Wednesday, which happened to be the perfect opportunity for Elain to finally claim you as hers. Because already, you belonged to her. You just didn’t know it yet.

Elain snuck through your kitchen window as she always did, setting up her trap while she waited for you to return from your night out. Your last night out without Elain by your side. She tied rope to each post of your bed, just in case you tried to make a run for it, and set manacles on the foot of the bed, the key tucked between her cleavage.

The necklace Elain had brought was charmed to make the wearer in love with the person who fastened it around their neck, and also had the helpful feature of only being able to be undone by the person who fastened it. Or so the shady jeweler had said. Which was why a love potion was also tucked in Elain’s pocket with the necklace.

She waited and waited, passing the time by pleasuring herself on your bed once again, anticipation heightening each orgasm. Elain came for a final time just before the door to your shop opened and closed, and she quickly darted to hide behind your bedroom door.

You were humming to yourself again, and Elain hated that your peace would be interrupted, even if it was for a necessary cause. She counted your footsteps until you were in the room, waiting for you to be in the center to shut the door. You spun around, eyes going wide when you spotted Elain. You opened your mouth to speak, but Elain moved before you could, fastening the necklace around your neck in one smooth motion.

Your knees buckled beneath you, and it was Elain’s arms that kept you from falling to the floor. Elain gently pulled you to the bed, settling you in the center of it. Elain waited the few minutes it took for you to regain consciousness, eager eyes on you the entire time. She watched with bated breath as your eyes fluttered open, landing on Elain’s chocolate eyes.

“What happened?” you asked, not sounding upset in the slightest, only confused.

“You fainted, love,” Elain said, her hand coming to stroke your cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Strange… Like…” You paused. “I’m not sure. Like I’m forgetting something.”

“That’s alright, dear,” Elain said. “I have something in mind that will make you feel better.” Her hands snuck beneath your back to undo the laces of your dress. You stayed pliant beneath her, gazing up at her in awe, and it was then that Elain pressed her lips to yours for the first time. Your lips were pillowy soft beneath hers, and you responded with enthusiasm.

The necklace had worked.

Elain smiled wide when she pulled away, delighted at the future ahead of the two of you. And at some point down the line, Elain would take the necklace off of you. She needed you to love her for real, and she knew that you would after a few months or years of the charm influencing your thoughts. Or at least, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between your feelings and the ones that had been given to you.

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Nesta bent slightly in front of you, two elegant fingers coming to tilt your head up slightly. Your knees ached from kneeling. For over an hour now, you’d been waiting for her to return to her room after she had instructed you to do so. The party had been easy to slip away from, even as one of the few Illyrians in attendance, and you’d found yourself sinking to your knees in at the foot of her bed without much thought. Your wings twitched behind you now, sparks flowing in your blood at her touch.

“Good girl,” Nesta purred, her blue-grey eyes holding yours captive. “I brought a treat for you.” She stepped to the side, allowing you to see who had closed the door not a minute ago. A handsome male with fiery red hair and equally burning amber eyes approached you, one that you knew at the High Lord of Autumn - and Nesta’s husband. Fear struck you, yet despite it, your arousal grew further when you saw him and Nesta next to each other.

“So you’re my wife’s little plaything,” Eris said, amusement coloring his voice instead of the anger you had expected. “Will you be good for me too?” Your eyes slid to Nesta who nodded in approval, and you followed suit. When Eris merely quirked a brow, you had to hold back a sigh.

It was one of those nights.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Eris praised, a blush rising to your cheeks. “My wife says you’re obedient, though I have my doubts. I’d like to offer you a challenge. If you win, you will be allowed to make Nesta come tonight. If you lose, you’ll be forced to sit on your knees while you watch me pleasure her.” You nearly laughed at his suggestion - as if watching your Lady be pleasured by another was some sort of punishment.

Clearly, Nesta hadn’t told him of every detail of your relationship. Watching Nesta pleasure herself while you were ordered to keep your hands behind your back was a frequent occurrence, one that you enjoyed even when you were unable to gain any pleasure yourself. All that mattered to you was Nesta and her pleasure.

You nodded your head, uncaring of what his ‘challenge’ would entail. Whatever it was, you would surely enjoy it.

“Wonderful. Now, put those pretty hands behind your back,” Eris ordered. You moved your hands from their palm up position on your knees to lace them behind your back. “Keep them there until I say otherwise.”

You watched as he freed his erection, the size of him nearly making your eyes water in anticipation. It had been years since you’d been with a male, and as such you were out of practice. Even with that knowledge, it was an effort to not rub your thighs together in search of friction. You opened your mouth without hesitation, allowing the head of his cock to push inside of your mouth. He tasted pleasant enough on your tongue, and you did your best to relax your jaw as he pushed in further. Eris set a slow pace, a gentle push back and forth to get you accustomed to his size.

Your hands ached to reach for his thighs to steady yourself, but you kept them clasped together tightly. As fun as watching Nesta be pleasured was, you wanted to taste her tonight. One of Eris’s hands slid into your hair, tugging gently when you tried to swallow more of him.

“Ah, ah, little flame,” Eris said, pulling you off of him completely. “You are here for me to use, nothing more. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” you said as you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

Eris gave you a burning look before sinking back into your mouth, moving more quickly this time. He bumped the back of your throat, tears filling your eyes at the feeling. You let him fuck your mouth, breathing through your nose as best you could. Arousal burned between your thighs, the blaze increasing when you saw Nesta undoing the ties of her dress from the corner of your eye.

Eris’s pace grew erratic as he neared his peak, and the length of him hit the back of your throat as he spilled himself inside of you with a moan. You gasped for air when he finally pulled out of your mouth, your hands still locked together behind your back.

“I told you she’s obedient,” Nesta said as she walked behind you, her bare skin brushing against your wings softly. You shuddered at the contact. Her hands came to rest on your shoulders, her fingers gently working into the tensed muscles between your wings.

“That you did, my love,” Eris said as he tucked himself back into his pants. He leaned over you to press a kiss to Nesta’s lips, and you were near squirming by the time he pulled away. “I think you deserve your reward now. Get on the bed for Nesta, little flame. On your back with your hands by your sides.”

You followed his orders, sighing softly when you finally got to shake out your legs for a moment. Nesta didn’t waste a moment before she was on the bed, thighs surrounding your head. You could see how aroused she was, her sex glistening as you waited for the command to start.

“What are you waiting for, kitten?” Nesta asked, and that was all the permission you needed before you were lapping at her core, delighting at the sweet taste of her. It was an effort to not lift your hands to her thighs to steady her over you, to grasp at her soft flesh that drove you insane. Each twitch of her hips had you wishing for pleasure of your own, wanting to reach your peak at the same time as she did.

You worked her just how she liked, and though you wanted to plunge a finger or two into her sex, you resisted the urge, choosing instead to move your tongue faster, suckle just a bit harder on her sensitive bud. Her moans were music to your ears, spurring you on further. When she tipped over the edge you were there, lapping up her slick and sending aftershocks of pleasure jolting through her.

Nesta moved off of you and your lips fell into a pout, already missing the warmth of her.

“My good girl,” Nesta sighed as she shimmied up the bed, careful to not touch your wings too much. “Come here.”

With a giddy smile  you pulled yourself up the bed and into her arms, your head coming to rest between her breasts. Aside from giving Nesta pleasure, this was possibly your favorite part of your relationship with her. She was always so soft and sweet in the aftermath of your coupling, and today was no exception. The only difference was the male that settled on her other side, the sight of him making your wings flutter as you kept them from covering Nesta from his view.

He might be her husband, but you were hers. She had made that clear plenty of times before, and assured you that she wouldn’t let you be taken from her.

Nesta’s soft touch over your wings brought you back to the present moment, your body sinking further into hers as she let out a quiet laugh.

“Such a needy girl, hm? Did you want another treat?” Nesta asked. You peered up at her through your lashes, wondering what she had in mind.

“Yes, please, my Lady,” you said as you nuzzled against her skin.

Her arms tugged you over her body so that you were covering her, and you gave her a questioning glance. Your question was answered when the bed shifted around you as Eris made his way to kneel behind you, his hands lifting the skirt of your dress up.

A thrill went through you at the knowledge that this night would be much longer than you thought.

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The weather was perfect today - the waves were gentle, the sun was shining, and you felt a sense of peace washing over you as you played in the surf near the shore. The water felt divine against your fur, and when you broke through the surface of the water the air kissed your cheeks with a cool breeze.

Days like this were your favorite. Your fellow selkies were further into the water, leaving you with a few peaceful minutes to play and swim on your own, and with the perfect weather, you felt calmer than you had in recent memory. You broke through the surface and turned onto your back, floating on the gentle waves.

You floated for a while, soaking in the sun’s rays until you were a commotion to your right. Your eyes drifted over to see what was happening, landing on a woman that looked panicked. She ran into the water, chasing after a small, floating something that was growing ever closer to you. You scanned the shoreline, looking for any potential threats, but found none.

The water parted easily for you as you made your way to the floating object, the woman still only a little ways into the water. The crying reached you just as you came upon the object, the sound of the sea having drowned it out before.

When you looked at the bundle, your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of a baby, just barely managing to keep afloat in the inflated circle it was placed upon. Immediately, you went underneath it and flipped onto your back, allowing the child to float on your stomach as you carefully brought it back to shore. The crying stopped as soon as you were carrying the child, and you peeked up at its rosy cheeks, and you let out a soft honk, finding the babe too cute to not react to. With those chubby cheeks, pitch black hair, and violet eyes, the baby was perhaps the cutest thing you had ever seen, only rivaled by the young of your own kind.

You floated towards the shore, meeting the woman who was now waist deep in the water.

“Oh thank the gods!” she exclaimed as she scooped the baby into her arms, looking down at you, gratitude shining in her blue-grey eyes. “Thank you, thank you,” she cried, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

You made the split second decision to shed your coat, standing before her on two legs. “You’re welcome,” you said softly, your voice cracking from disuse.

While her eyes were wide, the woman didn’t back away from you. Instead, she moved closer, placing a hand on the skin of your arm that wasn’t covered by your coat. “How can I repay you?”

You shook your head. “There is no need. I’m happy to have saved your little one.”

“Feyre!” a man shouted in the distance, his form approaching you at a rapid pace. You clutched your coat tighter to yourself, unease settling in your gut. “Feyre, why did you leave without-” his words were cut short when he saw you, eyes that matched the baby roving over you curiously.

“Rhys, this woman just saved our Nyxie,” Feyre said, passing the delicate bundle in her arms to the man. “I swear, I looked away for one second and then he was floating out-”

“He’s okay, Feyre, he’s okay,” Rhys soothed, a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was then that you looked, truly looked, at their faces, and you realized that they were the most beautiful couple you’d ever seen. It was no wonder that their child was so adorable. “Is there anything we can do for you?”

You shook your head once more. “I have everything that I need.” Want, though, that was a different story as you stared at the trio, a pang of longing going through you.

“Please, let us do something. Would you like to come for our house for a meal?” Feyre offered.

More time with them- “Yes, that would be lovely,” you said quickly, more than ready to get to know the couple better.

“Wonderful! Our home is only a short walk from here,” Feyre said with a dazzling smile. “And I believe that Nyx has had enough of an adventure for the day, if you’d like to go now.”

You glanced back to the water, spotting a few of your kind poking their head out of the water to watch your interaction with the humans. You gave them a short nod, a promise to return before nightfall. “That would be fine.”

The walk to their home was short, though on your shaking legs, it felt far longer than it truly was. It was one of the cottages you had spied from the waves, decorated cozily. You felt comfortable stepping into the building, though your coat was still wrapped close to your body.

Rhys set to making a meal while you and Feyre sat on the couch, your attentions focused on Nyx. He was such a cute baby, only a few months old. His cheeks were chubby, as well as his arms and hands. Hands that were constantly grabbing at your coat, a bright look in his eyes as he played with it.

You were so wrapped up in the three of them that you hardly noticed as night fell, too entranced to bother paying attention to the time. But once you did notice, your thoughts finally drifted back to your pack, who were likely waiting for you, fear building with each minute that you didn’t return.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, giving Nyx one last pat on the head. “I need to get back, but…” You bit your lip, unsure if you should say your next words but saying them anyways, “I would like to see you again.”

Both of them smiled wide. “We’d like that too, darling,” Rhys said, a comforting hand landing on your shoulder, the warmth of him seeping through your coat.

“How will we find you?” Feyre asked, the slightest hint of worry in her eyes.

“I’ll come to you. If that’s okay, of course.”

“That’s perfect. Come any time, love,” Feyre said, stepping forward to press her lips to your cheek. Your face was flushed as she pulled away, heart thundering in your chest.

You left then, not wanting to accidentally move to far with them before the time was right, when you knew that they want you in the same way that you want them. The entire walk back to the shore your cheeks stayed warm, and just the thought of her lips against your skin sent them flaming once more.

Soon. You would return to them soon.