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#bravely reaching out to tug at her skirt and whisper up at her that she doesn't feel very good
nyctophiliq · 1 year
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SWEET AND SUPPLE. lady alcina dimitrescu x reader
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description. lady dimitrescu rarely favored anyone in the castle, let alone a maid like you? this must be a cruel joke or a fever dream
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minors dni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, dub-con, groping, thigh riding, minor finger riding, blood drinking, mention of blood,
moss' notes. this originally had no notes, but this is to the anonie who reminded moss that they had this in their drafts, hope you like it :D
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you were more than aware of the dangers of accepting a job at the dimitrescu castle, but that was almost seven months ago now and you might have seen horrible things happen to others, but nothing threatened you. there was nothing for you to fear anymore, so imagine your surprise when the head maid ordered you to come up to an upper level and expect a new work schedule in the morning.
rumors started to spread faster than then stupidity usually does, the entirety of the staff whispering about why would the countess choose you to take care of her personal affairs. there must have been something she saw in you, but what? you were so quiet, doing your job just as the lady has requested you when sitting down with her for the very first time then she handed you off to the head maid.
with the slightest of amount of hesitation, you followed the orders given to you and a few weeks into your new position you were comfortable to say you were closer to death each day passing. it wasn’t because you screwed up, breaking the porcelain, or not getting the lady’s tea order right, no, no, no- the lady’s questioning and tone was going to be the death of you.
lady dimitrescu monopolized you, making you the only person who was allowed to step into her quarters to clean her room, serve her food if she wasn’t feeling like going down to the dining hall but even then you were the one pouring her wine and cutting her whatever was on the menu that day. she often told you that do not mind any of the other lords when they come over and don’t let them push you around, that you must submit to her every word and you do, without question.
you were grateful for her to say that, to keep you only on the floor of her room, not letting anyone to see you in this ridiculous attire you were given. it was much shorter, the skirt barely touching your knee, the corset being smaller, clutching your breast to your chest so tightly they almost popped out of the dress. you were given perfume, shampoo, body wash, all having much nicer smell than the ones you got before.
“you missed a spot up there, pet.” the lady pointed at one of her cabinets. you apologized before getting your stool to climb up and clean off the remaining dust on top of the cupboard.
alcina couldn’t help but stare, watching you doing your job, tugging the skirt down every two seconds when you needed to reach for the farther end of the cabinet. it might have been an accident or not when she knocked down her pens and papers, asking you to pick them up. this time you could actually feel her burning gaze on your fervent thighs rubbing against each other when you leaned down to pick her things up, covering your panties with your hand, shying away from the countess’ stare.
“thank you, darling, you shall take your break now.” lady dimitrescu said, beckoning you to her bed. it wasn’t unusual for her to do that, a silent ask from her for you to serve her tea in bed this time. you gave a nod as an answer, hurrying to the table where the tray sat and hurried to her side. you put the tray down, ready to pour the warm tea from the kettle but she took a hold of your hand and pulled you onto her lap.
“you are truly a piece of art, pet, you know that?” the countess’ hand caressed your sides. the shiver running through your body wasn’t because of the fear resting in the back of your head, but because of how close the lady was to you. it was no secret that the lady’s beauty never went unnoticed by any brave soul that took a trip to the castle. she was always attractive to you, even more so when you could be this up close to her and smell her signature perfume that before you could only get whips of.
“sweet girl, you know why I choose you, don’t you?” she hummed against the crock of your neck when she leaned forward, her teeth grazing your thin skin. you shook your head, making sure you didn’t hit the lady’s head with your chin, murmuring a quiet ‘no’.
“my darling, don’t think I haven’t noticed your stares; I see everything, I know everything.” her voice was so low, laced with honey as her fingers carefully hooked under the puffy shoulder piece of your uniform and peeled it off of your shivering skin. her lips moved from your pulse point to your collarbone, giving it a tender kiss.
“my l-lady…” you choked on the air in your throat when the corset around your chest loosened, the laces dropping on your sides before the piece of clothing fell forward. you didn't feel her fingers leave your sides, let alone the ties being undone.
“lady di-dimitrescu…” you panted, your hands reaching back to get a hold of yourself on the edge of something, anything, trying to get used to the cold air brushing your nipples and the lady's burning stare eating you up. she smirked, her hand coming up to caress the skin under your breast with a slight chuckle spilling from her lips as you shiver.
"you are truly candy for the eye, in and out of your corset." two of her long finger slid up your breast, pinching your nipple as if it was a stick of cigarette. she had a pleased smirk on her face as you bit down on your lip, trying to choke back a moan that was threatening to echo in the room.
"t-thank you, my lady." you got it out somehow despite the ticklish feeling of her cold fingers tips running down along your spine to take a hold of your now seemingly fragile hip. her skin against yours sent jolts down your body, eating up all the power over your own body having it jerk forward and your clit being rubbed against a stiff wrinkle of the lady's dress.
the sudden pleasure heated your body up to five hundred degrees or more and suddenly lose yourself in a rhythm. back and forth against the lady's messy dress, pushing yourself further into it but the pressure still wasn't enough and the sensation was turning dull. your hand dipped under your skirt, looking to pull the fabric aside but being so eager and so high on the littlest of gratifications your hand shook.
"too rough?" she asked, her finger coming to toy with the front of your panties next to yours all the while her gaze searched for yours but with no yield as your arms swing around her neck for support, head hanging with your eyes squeezed shut. you earnestly shook your head a 'yes', catching her hand and trying to hint at what you wanted.
"awh, darling, so desperate huh?" alcina tore your panties with that one hand, the fabric cutting into your back and pushing you further down onto your heat. you nodded once again, blabbering something incoherent as you positioned yourself so your slick lips opened up and exposed your puffy clit to her muscle.
"that's good, keep doing that, ride my thigh pretty girl." her hand stayed under your skin, her thumb ghosting over your nerve bud. lady dimitrescu thought you were going to continue your whining, actually trying to get out understandable words that were pleading for her to put her fingers inside. you held more surprise than she thought.
you rode the lady's thigh like it was a rodeo and you were just about to win, one hand gripping alcina's shoulder while the other supported you behind your back on her knee.
"my lady... i-i'm gonna come!" your mouth opened wide, head hanging so low it was almost buried between your lady's chest. that familiar knot that you rushed all the nights you treated yourself forming in your stomach. it was embarrassing how quickly you neared your edge, screaming lady dimitrescu's name before spilling all over her. it was dazzling, white dots appearing in your already foggy vision as your hips violently jerked back and forth in short sessions. you looked like a dumb little bunny, mindlessly rutting against its owner's leg as you rode the last waves of your orgasm.
"must i mention the mess you have made?" she mentioned as you were coming down from your high, sliding her fingers out of your skirt and onto her lip. she hummed at the delicate taste of your weeping cunt, planning ahead when she gonna taste your honey from its very home.
"apologies, my lady." you breathed, pushing yourself between her legs while your hand pushed her dress further up to her waist. you pressed a few shaky kisses to her thigh before flattening your tongue on the top of it, licking your juices off of your lady's chilly skin.
"you and i are gonna have much fun, pet." she laughed, caressing the back of your head with a content expression on her face.
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wardingbond · 1 year
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a short little drabble about my current favorite divorcees <3
‘It’s not green’, is Elody’s first thought as she holds her gold leaf book in her hands. She brushes over the title, over her name written in red script like spilt blood over the gold. ‘He would’ve liked it’, is her next thought and it pains her because she… she had thought his name. She thought his name but it wasn’t there.
Elody tries to say it but her voice cuts short like it’s been punched out of her and all she can do is wheeze. Loss. A tremendous loss has her hunched over and holding onto the book like a lilypad in a vast pond. ‘Oh, oh you fool. You foolish frog’. She opens her book, watches the ink spill and slither into the pages. It tells the story she knows well, the short sweet one, but it doesn’t end.
But the childhood companion grew and their love began to dry. The Princess Elody is brave and charges into war while the Frog Prince hides in the castle walls and flees when the battle finds him. As Princess Elody was less and less the little girl who could love a frog, she became more and more a powerful princess who could not love a prince who acted as a little frog.
Elody’s fingers shake on the pages as she stares at the illustrations of him, at how water had been dropped on the ink and smudged his human face. She remembers all the times he had pleaded with her to stay back, to remain comfortable in their titles, to stop caring. She remembers the silent dinners where she would watch him out of the corner of her eye. She remembers the creeping distance like a slowly freezing pond. But then the words continue.
The prince’s curse filled in the empty space of his heart as destiny forced him out of his hiding place. Destiny had always followed Elody’s wake but it was never hers. Yet as the frog prince fell further into his curse, so he did cling to his love for Princess Elody. So did he find his reason to care and be just a little brave as a prince should have been all along.
Her own tears drip steadily onto the page but the ink stays dry and bold. A growing dread boils up in her chest as Elody whispers to the illustration of her husband, “What did you do? Why can’t I remember your name?” She remembers the way his friends had looked at him, the care and worry in their eyes as they tried to cheer him up with smiles and hands tugging at his cloak. “What did you do?”
And the book answers its new subject’s question.
The frog prince paid a dear price but shifted destiny, freeing Princess Elody from his tale. Herein begins a new story about a brave princess named Elody…
She closes the book with a sharp snap. Just in time too as the door clicks open and a smiling face appears beyond it, hair creeping into the room before the woman. The pit in Elody’s stomach widens when she sees Rapunzel and remembers what she had done. “Yes?”
“I just wanted to check on you,” Rapunzel says in her softest tone, so deeply different from the venom she spat to her husband. “I know it must be hard-“ she stops short at the sight of the book in Elody’s hands, mouth dropping open in a gasp. “You- you have one! How?” She surges forward, her hair reaching out first before her hands.
Elody steps back, cradling the book to her chest. “Yes, I do.” She tries to school her expression into something less wary, the frog prince’s words about Rapunzel echoing in her head, and she forces a smile. “I don’t know how but it’s about time, isn’t it?”
Rapunzel stops at Elody moving away and she smoothly settles again, face plastered in a warm smile that Elody believes for a moment to be real. “Of course! I still can’t believe someone like you was forced to be part of a coward’s tale as his prize.” She snorts derisively and it’s no longer a pit in Elody’s stomach but a deep cavern.
Elody forces a nod and clasps her hands behind her back, book hidden behind her skirts. “Well, I suppose we should tell the others the good news.” ‘A prize… that was never true’. Elody thinks back on the selfish prince she knew, who she once loved so deeply, and knows that even then, even at his worst… He never saw or treated her as a prize won, he loved her too. And as her hand squeezes the spine of her book, Elody knows he loves her still.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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The last chapter of Yours to Tame was so good!
could we see a snippet of when Gregory took Lucy home or when he met her?
Oh I miss writing Greg and Lucy tbh. Sweet little beans even now
Gregory shook his head, letting the raindrops fall on his hands. His eyes fought to close as he looked around at the bleak landscape, the tiny village where he'd gone to hunt, ignoring the new thrum of the traffic around him and the heartbeats vibrating in the air around him but it wasn't fatigue that had his eyelids flickering closed. No. It was her.
She'd been in his dream last night, the woman with the dark hair that had felt soft and smooth and intoxicating under his fingertips. The woman whose smile when she'd seen him had been apprehensive but gentle as she held out her hand to him and he'd felt the warm press of her skin against it as her voice had shaken.
"I missed you."
He'd never been in the room they were in, he was certain he hadn't, and he'd never seen this woman but his mind had conjured both of them. The room with the sage wallpaper and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. They'd sat cross legged in from of one another while he'd watched her so carefully, drinking her in while their hands had clapped together again and again in one of those little games that children played while they spoke about their days. Everything had been so familiar, yet new at the same time. As though he'd spent his entire life with this woman, a girl really, she couldn't have been more than 18. She was shorter than him, much so, before they'd sat the top of her neatly bobbed hair had only reached his shoulders, her cheekbones high and delicate, her almond shaped eyes staring into his soul as she laughed at the story he told. Anthony had been like a grumpy bear today, annoyed that Benedict and Colin had set a trap for him.
The woman had been troubled, her brow furrowed has their fingers intertwined and he'd felt the softness of her skin under his as he'd tugged her closer, aching to comfort her. Her uncle had been cruel today after she'd heard him arguing, a business deal gone awry and the words had left his lips before he'd been able to stop them.
"I'll save you from them."
She'd laughed, kissing his cheek, her lips burning against him in the dim light of the bedroom, the mattress soft underneath them. "You're sweet."
"I mean it. I'll come and get you and I'll carry you away from there." He'd spent his entire life feeling smaller, less adequate, tiny compared to Anthony who was a fierce warrior- no one had ever seen anyone like him in battle, and Benedict who was witty and brilliant and all the rest of his siblings and their talents and he was no one. Just Gregory. But in that second, and all the seconds of that dream that had passed he had known for this woman, he would do anything, be anything he had to be. "I know I'm not- I'm not like everyone else and I'm not brave like Anthony or smart like Ben or... even like my Mum but I'll do this for you. I would do anything."
There had been tears in the woman's eyes that he somehow knew he'd seen a hundred times before and would see a million more times, when she shook her head, pressing their lips together. "I'd never want you to be anyone else."
Her skin had been soft as she'd led his hands over her, up her skirt and under her bodice, and her breath had caught in his chest and he'd felt every second of it. Burned onto his skin, even when he'd fought to stay asleep and she'd been disappearing and the room had swum around them as he'd whispered I mean it. I'll come for you. Just call for me.
He'd opened his eyes and half expected her to be beside him, but she hadn't been. Of course she hadn't. it had been only a dream. Vivid and beautiful and fleeting.
Gregory sighed, opening his eyes to the fading light, swinging down from the tree branch. His shoes crunched against the cobblestones as he tugged at his tie, let people think he was a wastrel, it was true enough, surely, even now when propriety seemed to matter so little as people poured out of the public house down the street, lewd laughter seemingly calling out to him. He started running in that direction, scanning the conversation inside for someone suitably drunk for whom tomorrow's headache would make-
Help, please, God I don't know what to do I don't-
Gregory froze.
Adrenaline was coursing through his veins immediately at the sound of that quiet voice sobbed into the night from three streets away. It was the voice that was branded into his mind from last night, the one that made his chest ache and his heart pound. The one that had felt like home. And without pausing to think he turned and took off running.
The wind whipped through his hair as he scaled the wall in two easy leaps, not caring about the sleeve of his jacket that caught on the wire atop the wall, tearing it off in his hurry.
Please, please just let me die. I can't go home, He'll kill me and I'd rather die now, alone.
Her voice was aching, desperate and he could hear her heart beating feebly as he leapt from the roof of the house landing in front of the church.
He could smell her already, just as she had been in his dream, gentle and sweet yet an undertone of something earthier, stronger, grounding
He did this. He did this. And I don't remember, it just it hurt and i-
Someone had hurt her. A growl rose in Gregory's throat, a protective something rising in his chest before he knew what was happening as he tore the door open his eyes darting around already on high alert, every muscle in his body tensed to fight like he never had before. God, please let something Anthony tried to teach me have stuck
But there was no one there. No one but the tiny woman, knelt before the altar. She had her head bowed but Anthony could tell it was her. Her dark hair was wet, clinging to her skin and her dress was muddied and torn but it was her. Her eyes widened as she turned to the sound of his footsteps, startled as she took him in, her full lips parting, forming the word you?
From the moment their eyes met Gregory was rooted to the spot, you. It was the oddest feeling, as though everything he was was bound to this moment, this woman. And he didn't even know her name but his entire being recognised her for what she was. Mate.
"Do you remember me?"
The woman's eyes narrowed, clearly considering before she nodded, taking a gentle step forward.
"What's your name?"
She considered carefully again before she spoke in that voice that had been like wind chimes, still shaking a little. "Lucinda. Lucy."
Gregory felt a smile come to his lips. Lucy. "I'm Gregory, Lucy."
She took another step towards him, and then another her eyes curious drawing him in closer until they were just inches apart. And then everything shifted.
He heard the moment her pulse quickened and the adrenaline tightened her body, she let out a growl that seemed to frightn her, and her eyes were wide with terror as she lurched forward, her arms engulfing him so tightly he couldn't break free and before he could blink her teeth had bitten into his neck.
Lucy lurched backwards, her eyes glazed as Gregory's neck burned and his entire being thrummed with the bond she'd created between them without realising.
"What's happening to me?!" Her voice was terrified as she shook, tears streaming down her face.
"It's alright." Gregory kept his voice calm though his mind was trying desperately to keep up with the confusion swirling all around them. "It's alright, Lucy, I'm here."
Her eyes rolled back in her head and Gregory managed to catch her just before she hit the floor.
Protect. Protect what's ours
Every cell in his body was screaming the same thing as Gregory bundled her in his arms, blood drinking down his neck as he took off running towards home, the village slipping by in seconds.
And as he stared down at his new mate, though he knew nothing else he knew one thing: The man who had done this to her, would not live for long.
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Lena’s been known to be a little stubborn sometimes—a lot stubborn, really—especially when sick. It’s a remnant of a Luthor upbringing, of course. She’s willing to admit that to herself now. Never slip up. Never lose decorum. Never show weakness.
‘Perfection, even in the face of a pitiful case of the sniffles, Lena. We’re Luthors. It’s what we do.’
Lena still remembers those words from Lillian. They always float up from the depths of her memory whenever the first signs of a cold start to linger about her. A constant reminder to just suck it up, which Lena does with almost dangerous efficiency. She rarely ever misses work. After all, if she can get back to work immediately after being kidnapped and shot at by her brother’s henchmen, why should she miss work for a simple, little cold? She’s fine.
Of course, her wife would argue that she shouldn’t be working in either situation. Which is probably why a sick, sniffly, and feverish Lena has found herself carried out of her office by Kara on more than one occasion for some superhero-enforced bed rest.
(Lena is pretty sure that Jess has Kara on speed dial for just such occasions, and if Lena weren’t so comfy—and maybe a little loopy—in Kara’s arms, she might actually find it in herself to be annoyed about it. … the narc)
#HC Advent Adventure#Day 15#supergirl#supercorp#jess the assistant#if she weren't so competent and also literally the only reason lena survives the work day#she might actually contemplate firing her for being such a narc#instead she just gives her raise lol#for real tho lena has Been Through It#this poor kid#like in my mind the first time Lillian says that to her she's still just a baby#we're talking she's been with the luthor's maybe a couple weeks and she starts getting a cold#and i imagine this little tiny bean all sniffly and coughing and looking up at this tall austere woman#bravely reaching out to tug at her skirt and whisper up at her that she doesn't feel very good#and lillian just gets this disgusted scowl and brushes her hand away#and essentially turning away any affection or aid with the proper elitist equivalent of 'suck it up buttercup'#she just sends her off to the house staff to tend to#she had her appendix out when she was nine#the thing completely ruptured and she had to be hospitalized because lena was too afraid to say anything#and when she did lillian just told her dramatics were unbecoming of a luthor#so lena continued to go about her day until she collapsed in the middle of the hallway at her private school in metropolis#so she is still very much in that 'put on a smile and continue with the show' mentality#even when she feels so ill she might collapse#but Kara (and the rest of the gang really) are having none of that#Jess's speed dial goes 1) Kara 2) Alex 3) Kelly and they're all lined up to take a stubborn and grumpy luthor home for some gd rest#let the baby take a nap and feel better pls#kara would be such a loving wife when lena is sick and make he soup and prep her a bath#and just let her sleep on her chest while she hummed quietly and stroked her hair#and really that's all lena needs to heal up nice and quick#also for the record my first mental image of kara carrying Lena out was with her slung fireman style over her shoulder while Lena grumped t
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l-r-christian · 3 years
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Title: Heat
Warnings: Fluff, Smut,
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Witch!F!Reader
A/N: I was in a smutty mood and felt like simping dear sweet Elijah so here have this smut
Tag list: @just-another-writer-17
Hayley had Elijah's head in her lap as he was hit with a spell by a witch that got brave and attacked the Mikaelsons. The witch was killed by Klaus after she told them when Elijah wakes he'll give in his instincts and kill the woman he loves.
"Hayley, we need to get you out of here before Elijah wakes." Rebekah says but it was too late Elijah woke with a growled making Rebekah move quickly to push Hayley behind her as Klaus threw Elijah away from Hayley.
Elijah stood taking off his suit jacket and tie as his once warm chocolate eyes were dark with a look that they couldn't tell what it was. Hayley shivered as Elijah glaze held her in place there was a heat she couldn't explain.
"Elijah?" Klaus questioned watching his brother closely as Elijah looked them over letting out a low growl. Both Rebekah and Klaus stood ready then was when Elijah had just left.
"Where is he going?"
"Let's get Freya."
Y/N was stirring a potion for a spell she was working on feeling Elijah stepped up behind her nuzzling her neck. Y/N smiled turning her head kissing his cheek hearing his pleased growl.
"Hello my dear vampire. What brings......." Y/N paused feeling the magic coming off of Elijah and turned around. Y/N moved her hands over Elijah sensing the spell that was settled over him as he was kissing her neck.
"I see someone took one of my spells."
"I need you little witch." Elijah said his tone low and husky as his hands found their way under her skirt. Elijah pressed closer nipping at her neck as she bit her lip holding back her mewls.
"In a moment Elijah. I need you to drink this." Y/N said reaching into her cabinet pulling out a small vial. Without questioning it Elijah drank it then kissed her roughly picking her up not before turning her stove off.
Y/N gasped when Elijah pressed her against a wall and his mouth on her neck leaving marks there. Y/N mewled raking her fingers though his hair giving into Elijah's desires.
"I am going to fuck you." Elijah whispered in her ear making her tremble against her beloved vampire. Elijah lift her higher against his body kissing her hungrily pulling cute little sounds from her making Elijah want to hear more.
"Elijah.." Y/N breathed cupping his face thumbs moving them over his cheeks as Elijah looked at her in awe. There was a heat raised between the two as Elijah carried her to the bedroom dropping her on the bed. Y/N removed her shirt as Elijah moved over the witch leaning down kissing her.
"Baby, this needs to go." Elijah muttered against Y/N's neck tugging on her long skirt as she opened his shirt. Y/N raised her hips letting Elijah to pull off her skirt leaving her in a matching lacy bra and panties. Elijah traced along the lace of her bra with his mouth earning a gasp from his witch as she gently gripped his hair pulling at it getting a growl from the Original.
Elijah pulled away undressing them both before diving in between her thighs making her moan loudly as he moved her legs over his shoulders and holding her hips still. Y/N moaned gripping her comforter as Elijah ate her out like a man starved.
"Fuck!.....Elijah." Y/N moaned biting her knuckle as Elijah worshipped her with his mouth. It felt like there was a heat in her veins as Elijah worked her with his mouth while her legs shook.
"You taste divine, baby." Elijah said against her thigh leaving a mark there before lavishing her clit with his tongue. Y/N arched cumming as she moaned out his name as Elijah made her ride out her orgasm on his tongue. Y/N panted looking down at Elijah shivering as he was dripping with sex appeal like the Greek God he was.
"You have no right to look that good." Y/N panted out as Elijah hovered over her on his forearms caging her under him. Y/N found his sweet spot under his ear and sucked on it making him moan softly as he grinded against her.
"Really? It seems you don't really mind." Elijah said peppering her neck with kisses as she gilded him to her core. Elijah eased into her slowly and waited for her to adjust to him as she rolled her hips wanting him to fuck her already.
"Oh....you...right." Y/N moaned as Elijah thrusted into her. She wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck moaning as he buried his face in her neck. Elijah could feel a heat raise in him as he drowned his self in her scent, his witch. Y/N bit Elijah's neck pulling a groan from him as he gave a sharp thrust and kissed between her breast.
"So tight." Elijah groaned out lifting her legs higher allowed him to move deeper in her pulling a loud moan fromher. Y/N raked her nails down Elijah's back moaning loudly trembling as her walls squeezed him.
Elijah was being a bit more rough with Y/N not that the witch minded as she encouraged his movements with her sounds. Elijah was leaving marks on her collar bone as he moved deeper and harder while she was biting his shoulder and hands moving down his back feeling the muscles flex.
"Eli...... I'm close." Y/N whimpered moving to meet his thrusts as Elijah growled reaching between them rubbing her clit. Y/N cried out arching pressing against Elijah as he bit her neck falling off the edge with her.
"Baby....you alright?" Elijah asked kissing her neck as she panted feeling weak nodding as Elijah left for a moment then came back cleaning up between her legs.
"What was the spell?" Elijah asked pulling the witch into his arms as she smiled lacing her fingers with his.
"A fertility spell. Rebekah wanted a baby so I was working on the spell for her and Marcellus."
"How did the witch get it?" Elijah asked running his fingers down her back as Y/N reached up rubbing his cheek.
"A coven came to get me to join them. She must have saw the first have of the spell."
"The vial?"
"The second half of the spell. So you wouldn't kill me also there is a possibility I could fall pregnant." Y/N answered Elijah as he moved kissing her softly.
"I see. I'll have to give my siblings a call soon." Elijah said relaxing as Y/N was pressing kisses on his chest. It didn't take long before they fall asleep unaware that Elijah's family was headed their way.
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science-hoes · 3 years
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Jealous
Summary: I’ve finally done it. I have written my first seggs fic. Get ready for some smut. Steve flirts with the Reader and Bruce gets super jealous.
Pairing: Bruce Banner x f!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, age gap, office sex, Steve Rogers
You were balancing a cupholder of coffees in your hand when you scanned your fingerprint for access into the lab. Tony often sent you on small errands for the team since you didn’t have a real job besides being an Avenger. Tony still helped Pepper run Stark Industries, Bruce switched between guest lecturing at renowned universities and taking up patients at the hospital in the city, Clint had his workshop and taught archery at a local high school, but you…well, you were still a college student. So on days that you didn’t have more than one class, Tony had you do “secretary” things. Like get coffee.
“Coffee is here!” Tony announced when he saw you enter through the glass doors.
Bruce turned around from the whiteboard he was writing on and rolled his eyes. “Tony, quit bothering her. She needs to be studying for her classes.” He scolded.
Since Bruce decided to take up for you, you handed him his coffee first. “You mean to assume that I’m not naturally smart like you and have to study?” You asked teasingly.
Bruce took the coffee from your hands, fingers brushing against yours in the exchange. A small zap of yearning electricity charged up your arm. “You don’t need to study?” Bruce deadpanned.
Tony walked over and plucked his coffee from the cupholder that you held. “Quit trying to find a way to get rid of my coffee mule.” He nagged before taking a much needed sip from the cup. “I’ve got to go anyway, Pepper needs some help with important company things. Don’t miss me too much.”
“Don’t worry about that.” You replied as Tony left the lab.
Bruce chuckled at your comment before leaning against the table that you had perched yourself on. “So how are your classes going?” He asked.
You shrugged, swinging your legs and watching your feet. “They’re alright. Besides, I’ve got the world’s smartest Avenger to help me whenever I want.” You responded playfully.
Bruce smiled, his cheeks blushing just noticeably. Just as he was about to make a snarky remark back to you, Steve walked into the lab. You both turned as the doors opened.
“Hey, Steve!” You greeted happily.
Steve grinned at you as he walked over. “Just the girl I wanted to see.” He responded.
Bruce simply nodded in greeting at Steve before walking back over to the whiteboard to continue his calculations. That was weird. But you turned back to face the soldier.
“What can I do for you, Cap?” You asked.
Steve placed his arm on the table you sat on, leaning against the frame, which brought his body closer to yours. His dry-fit shirt was hardly of any use because the fabric sculpted the shape of every single muscle and vein underneath. But hey, you weren’t complaining. “I need you to look into a person of interest that attends your university. Possible connection to a recent string of threats going to a SWORD agent. I left the files in your room to look over when you’re ready.” He explained.
You nodded as you soaked in the information. “Yeah, I can totally do that.” You agreed with a sparkling grin.
Your smile made Steve grin in response. “Great, just let me know when you get that done. Thanks, doll.” He said before moving to head out. “Doctor Banner, make sure you watch out for this one. She’s nothing but trouble.”
Bruce never turned around, but only responded “Yes, sir.”
Steve left, and you were still grinning like an idiot. “He called me doll.” You squealed turning back to Bruce.
“Mmhmm.” Bruce curtly mumbled.
You tilted your head in confusion before hopping off the table. “What, that’s not interesting to you?” You teased, placing a hand on Bruce’s shoulder to turn him around.
Bruce met your eyes, and you stumbled backward a bit. His eyes were electric green, and the patches of green were slowly crawling up his neck to his jawline. “No, it’s not.” He growled involuntarily.
You found yourself a little turned on from the feral sound that he made when he spoke. “Doctor Banner, are you okay?” You asked, bravely taking another step forward.
Bruce closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and letting it out. The green slowly faded from his neck, and when his eyes opened again, they were the dark chocolate brown that sparkled with the lights in the room. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He answered calmly, as if nothing happened.
But you could tell he was still very aware that he couldn’t play this off like he wanted to. You took another step forward, almost closing the distance between your bodies. “What the hell was that?” You demanded.
“It was nothing.” He answered as he turned back to his whiteboard and continued scribbling.
“You almost Hulked out on Steve!” You exclaimed, grabbing him by the tie to turn him back around to you.
Bruce wasn’t expecting to be forcibly moved like that, and he stumbled so that your bodies pressed together. The feeling of his exposed forearms brushing against your hands sent shivers down your spine. Your fingers brushed against the veins that you often stared at while you visited the lab.
“I did not almost Hulk out on Steve.” Bruce defended himself, pulling his arms from your hands.
You scoffed, but then grinned and jab your finger in his chest. “You were so jealous!” You exclaimed.
And that flustered Bruce more than anything. “No, I was not.” He tried to step backward, but you grabbed his tie again to keep him close to you.
“Really? It didn’t bother you that Steve called me doll? The 1940s equivalent of sweetheart?” You pushed.
And the flare of green that radiated from Bruce’s irises gave you the answer you wanted. He didn’t say anything in defense, trying to focus his energy on suppressing his intrusive thoughts.
“What are you gonna do about it? Just let him flirt with me like that?” You teased, but in a different sense.
Bruce didn’t realize how close his face was to yours until he could feel your sweet breath on his face. He carefully lifted his glasses off his nose as his vision became clearer with green eyes. “I want to make you mine.” He growled, his voice guttural and deep.
You reached your hands inside of Bruce’s lab coat and rested them on his hips. “Show me how.” You whispered.
And that sent him over the edge. Bruce grabbed your arm and dragged you into his office. He kicked the door shut and slammed you against it, kissing your neck with an unexpected force. You moaned at the sudden contact and the wonderful feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin as he sucked. He grabbed your thighs and effortlessly lifted you around his waist. You grabbed his face from your neck and directed his lips onto yours. Your first ever taste of him. He was so savory and you couldn’t get enough of him.
You shoved his lab coat off his shoulders and began quickly working at the buttons of his shirt before discarding it as well. You ran your hands eagerly across his skin, feeling the friction from his chest hair against your fingers. Your lips only parted so you could take in his appearance, something you’ve wanted to do for so long. His blood vessels bulging from his skin were illuminating with green, but he still wasn’t changing.
“Are you going to be okay?” You asked with concern.
Bruce nodded. “I’ve got this under control. Just let me have you.” He pleaded huskily.
You granted him permission by crashing your lips against his again. He grabbed your shirt and quickly ripped it off your body. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. But you were so turned on by his force. He shoved your bra up and his mouth moved down to your breasts, sucking roughly at each nipple, with a mix of gentle biting and tugging with his teeth. Your hands were tangled in his curly hair, pushing him closer to your body when he did something you liked. While he worked magic on your chest, he hiked your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side. His large fingers carefully worked their way inside, pumping against your walls. The sounds you made only drove Bruce more crazy.
You were trembling at the pleasure he was giving you. You felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and a white flash blinded your shut eyes as your first orgasm rolled through your body. Bruce gently kissed up your neck back to your lips and removed his fingers from inside you. You opened your eyes just enough to watch him suck your juices off his fingers. You moaned at the sight, somehow becoming more wet.
“You taste so good, baby.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Bruce shifted to balance you on his knee for a moment as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down. You could see his cock pressing defiantly against his underwear, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on it. You reached for his underwear and snatched them down. His cock sprung out, much larger than you would have ever expected. And it wasn’t even green.
“Do you think you can take it, darling?” Bruce asked you gently, brushing his fingers against your cheek.
You nodded eagerly. “Bruce, I need you.” You pleaded.
Bruce moved his hands up your thighs, positioning you above his cock. He slowly lowered you until the tip began to penetrate your pussy. You hissed from the sting as your walls were stretched.
Bruce pressed a kiss against your cheek. “Tell me what you need. Let me know when you’re ready for more.” He whispered lovingly.
The change in tone made your heart flutter. You nodded when you were ready to keep going. Slowly, Bruce lowered you until he was completely bottomed out in your pussy. He let out a shaky moan, almost a growl.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, refusing to move without your permission.
You nodded, digging your nails into his back. “I’m okay. Please keep going.” You begged.
And with that, Bruce pulled all the way out and slammed back into you with alarming power. You screamed at the wonderful feeling, scratching your nails down his back. Your screams only encouraged him to keep repeating the same action, emptying you completely and immediately filling you back up. But soon those thrusts became quicker and more rhythmic. He bounced you on his cock, gripping your hips tightly. Hopefully nobody opened the door to his office or else they’d be greeted with your bare ass.
It was only a matter of seconds before you felt another orgasm building up. “Bruce, I’m g-gonna come again.” You managed to say.
Bruce grunted as he felt your walls slowly tighten around him. “Gah, me too.” He buried his face in your neck, quickening his pace. “Where do you want me to come?” He asked.
You pulled him closer to you as you got closer and closer to your end. “Inside me, please. I want to feel you fill me up.” You begged.
And that was all he needed to hear. Bruce gave a few more powerful thrusts before you clenched around his cock and he coated your walls. He held you close to him, tucking your head into his shoulder as you both came down from your highs. You clung to him, taking deep breaths to calm down. Slowly he pulled out, and you felt his come drip out of you. He walked over to the couch that resided in his office and carefully laid you down on it. He grabbed the blanket that rested on top of it and wrapped it around you before sitting down as well. He lifted you into his arms and cradled your body close to him.
You noticed his eyes were back to normal and the green skin patches had vanished. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” You whispered.
Bruce chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe you should’ve made me jealous sooner.” He responded.
You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “See, I knew you were jealous.”
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Birthday Spankings
Spencer Reid x Female Reader
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Summary: A normally shy reader decides to tease Spencer on his birthday thinking she could get away with it. Based on this request
A/N: who am I? Releasing two dom Spencer smut fics in a row 😱 lmao 😂 this is all for MGG’s birthday! Happy birthday to The Gubes 🥳 Actually pretty cool day cause both MGG and Oscar Isaac both actually have the same birthday 🥳 I decided to use this request that I’ve been meaning to write and add it with a bit of a birthday twist!! Thanks for reading and requests are open!!!
Warnings: 18+, Dom!Spencer, Shy reader that acts unexpectedly bratty, Reader wears glasses, Impact play, Degredation, Penetrative sex, Use of the nicknames Doll & Sir
Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.6k
“Hey, birthday boy.” There was no need for me to speak quietly as it was still quite early in the morning, but my default voice was still at a soft volume.
Spencer looked up from the crossword puzzle he had been solving like a race with a soft smile directed at me. He definitely did help me come out of my comfort zone a lot, but whenever he looked at me with softness as if he was adoring me I couldn't help but feel a bit of shyness bubbling up.
I was painfully shy around almost everyone in my life, except Spencer. When I had joined as an assistant technical analyst for Garcia I was in stark contrast to her bright and bubbly demeanor. For a long time I didn’t connect with anyone on the team, just did my job as was described to me and only spoke when I needed to.
The event that had gotten me to come out of my shell a little happened to be when I was reading a book that Spencer had loved. He launched into a full rant about the book that I had barely even started immediately when he saw the cover. When he had realized he’d spoiled the book he had apologized profusely. In a rare moment of bravery I told him he could take me to a bookstore and buy me another book as repayment, albeit with my head hanging low speaking so softly that Spencer had to ask me to repeat myself 3 times. Though, it was really just an excuse to get him to talk again, I loved listening to him talk. Ever since then we had been joined at the hip, even beginning to date two years ago. I often helped him become more grounded in the world he often said and it was quite obvious to everyone around me that Spencer helped my confidence bloom.
I will admit he could be a little possessive as of late though not in a bad way, especially after coming back from prison. But, I was still extremely surprised when he came up behind me subtly in the room while I was making the first cup of coffee for the both of us in the morning and I felt a tap on my ass. He must have finished his crossword puzzle.
I yelped quietly in surprise, it didn’t hurt, it had just been unexpected. I turned to face him with a bemused look on my face quirking my eyebrows up shyly in question. My shy befuddled look was in stark contrast to his smirking face making me peek up and smile a little. At least no one had been around, Spencer was brave just not that brave.
I wasn’t sure what made me a little bit more bold today, maybe I thought I’d get some leeway for brattiness because it was his birthday. Honestly, I don’t know why I thought I could get away with it, it was his birthday after all, not mine. I still decided to push up my glasses a little before speaking smoothly with a little more confidence than normal,
“Isn’t it the tradition that the birthday boy is the one that’s supposed to get the spankings?” Spencer’s face was one of shock at first, not used to a snap back from me. Once he recovered from my unexpected remark a dark look that I almost never saw directed at me came over his face letting me know without any words that I was in for it tonight. I wasn’t going to get my normal soft but dominant boyfriend tonight.
Spencer then confirmed my thoughts when he leaned in closer behind me slightly pushing me into the counter and then whispering into my ear, “ I hope you know what you just got yourself into, Doll.”
His presence then left me to go back to his desk, making sure to grab his sweetened coffee I had been making for him along with mine. Making sure he did make sure to spank my ass one last time, this time much harder than the first. Yeah, I was definitely in for it tonight.
I looked around to make sure that no one had been looking towards the break room, luckily no one had been. My cheeks were hot with residual embarrassment and my heart still pumping loudly with adrenaline from getting the courage to say a sassy sentence to Spencer. I tried to mask my embarrassment by bringing up my own coffee to hide my face which also fogged up my glasses a little. I will admit that the rush I felt when I had finally gained the courage to sass back to Spencer made any punishment I was going to get tonight worth it. I even was slightly looking forward to the birthday spankings I was definitely going to be getting.
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When work came to a close I was soaked through my panties already in anticipation. Spencer had been casting me looks throughout the rest of the day, it had made me so desperate I had wished I had gotten the courage to make a snarky comment later in the day so I wouldn’t have had to wait for some relief. Though, to be honest I was partially anticipating not being able to have any relief at all tonight by the way Spencer had been looking at me. Even when everyone had been singing happy birthday he had been looking at me as if he was deciding how he was going to take me apart later.
When I got the text at the end of the day that he wanted me to come to his apartment I felt myself get increasingly flustered. I knew I should’ve just stayed in my lane as a good girl who did everything for her dom. My flustered state was so noticeable that the rest of my co-workers had even noticed, which was telling considering my normally shy demeanor translated to flustered.
As soon as I shakily opened the door with the spare key Spencer had given to me on our last anniversary I was greeted with the tall imposing figure of him standing at the end of the entryway.
His slow walk over to me caused me to drop my purse over being intimidated, it was a good thing though because I was positive I had never been so soaked before.
Once he reached me he tilted up my chin with one finger and spoke with a calmness as cool as steel, “You’re going to do as I say tonight, I’m going to punish you. If you speak out of turn once I won’t let you cum for a week.”
Your confidence in your bratty behavior from early had all but completely deflated at those words. He had edged me before too and I had done it many times before, never for so long though. I definitely knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Yes, Sir.” I spoke firmly to emphasize that I wasn’t playing around anymore, I was ready to listen like I normally did.
“Just a few simple words and you’re so easy to tame?” You nodded with a whimper and averted your eyes away, embarrassed with how quickly he could bring you back to your usual behavior. He reached forward to push up your glasses that had slipped down your nose a little which also refocused your gaze back on him before he spoke again, “I knew you’d be so easy, you’re always so desperate to please me and- yourself. I knew as soon as I threatened to take it all away you’d come crawling back doll. ”
He enveloped me into a harsh all consuming kiss that there was no escape from, not that I wanted to though. He easily dominanted the kiss while also running his large hands through my hair and tugging harshly to pull me closer. Suddenly he broke the kiss, leaving us both panting and he touched me jaw again. This time he gripped it hard before giving me another command that I was ready and willing to follow,
“I want you to ride me tonight, it is my birthday after all. I want you above me while I look at you fucking yourself on my cock, just desperate to cum while you service me.” I whined at his words, hoping that I’d get to cum. But, I had never really been bratty, the only spankings I had gotten before this was because I asked for it. I whimpered in wonder about whether or not Spencer was going to give me the chance to cum or not. Spencer seemed to understand my nonsensical plea then speaking with a condescending tone, “Oh no, you’re not going to get to cum tonight until I see if you regret your bratty behavior, little doll.”
He hauled me up onto his lap after basically ripping down my panties and skirt to straddle him when he sat down onto the couch, which happened to be the closest surface suitable for what Spencer wanted to do to me right then and right now.
He ran his fingers through my folds collecting my juices, teasingly rubbing my clit for a second of relief before popping his fingers into his mouth to get a taste. “Mmm, you taste wonderful. Want to taste?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” He already knew my answer though considering he had already pulled my hair to tilt my jaw back causing me to stutter while running his hands through my folds again. Once he got his finger sufficiently wet again he shoved his fingers into my mouth with no warning, gagging a little in response. He pumped his fingers in and out of my mouth until he was completely satisfied how I had sucked the juices off of his fingers, until drool had been escaping the corners of your mouth.
Again he rubbed my clit in a teasing manner before speaking, “You’re already so wet you're practically dripping, I could just slide right in.”
It wasn’t too long until he had and he was right he did slide right in, my walls gripping him like a glove.
I was only allowed a moment to adjust before he prompted me to start moving by saying, “I’d like my birthday present now.”
I began to bounce on top of him as I had done many times before. At one point I had tried to take my glasses off to make myself perhaps more comfortable but was met with a light growl telling me that he wanted them to stay on. After a while I had created a rhythm for long enough that I was wondering when my punishment was going to come, I already had a pretty good idea what it was going to be.
A harsh sound cracked through the room suddenly confirming my suspicion, he had spanked me hard. My hips stuttered from shock, then stopping completely reeling from the harsh slap.
“Call them out, Doll.” He sharply spoke after landing the second blow onto my other cheek.
“2-2!”
“I’ll let that one slide but call them out clearly next time.”
My hips were burning as I tried to focus on rotating them properly while he started to lay in on my ass. It also was difficult to focus on making sure I was calling out the spanks with some semblance of clarity.
“12!” “13!” “14!”
Number 14 had been the harshest one yet making me cry out so loud in the back of my mind I was concerned that maybe his neighbors would call the cops. Though the burning pleasure echoing through me wasn’t letting me voice my concern to Spencer, all I cared about was trying to hold off my orgasm that I was already dangerously close too despite being so far off from the finishing number.
When tears started to prickle in my eyes Spencer looked up at me with slight worry, breaking the scene a little. I hadn’t gotten near my breaking point yet so I nodded for him to continue, I only had about 10 more to go.
“24! 25! 26!”
When my hips started to slow down slightly because of the stinging pain from his spanks he gripped my hips hard which I was sure would leave another kind of mark that I’d wear for a while.
He released his hard grip with one hand to continue the count to the magic number, how many years old he was today. I willed myself to continue counting because I knew I’d just get myself signed up for more, maybe even starting back from zero— I didn’t know if I could handle that and successfully hold off my orgasm.
“36!”
“37!”
“38!” The last stinging slap cracked down like a whip to my ass that was no doubt probably would make it hard to sit for the next week, hopefully not more.
I was hoping to get relief from Spencer by letting me have permission to cum but, when he asked the next question I realized he wouldn’t let me off so easy, “Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“No, sir I haven’t but I’d really like to cum please?!” I knew I hadn’t begged enough in his eyes, I knew I hadn’t earned it yet, but I was just so desperate to finish. His cock was running up perfectly against my g spot hurtling me precariously close to the edge.
“Say your sorry.”
“I- I’m sorry, S-sir!” I stuttered out in desperation which was usually not something Spencer would have tolerated, I think he sensed that I wasn’t going to last any longer with the edging and being no longer physically able to control it.
“Ok, Doll you can cum, since you decided to follow my directions so well.” As soon as ‘ok’ had left his lips I stopped holding my orgasm back out of pure exhaustion. It was so devastatingly good, ripping through every nerve in my body, that I barely noticed Spencer finishing as well. I only felt the last few ropes being pumped into me after the majority of my orgasm had passed.
Our panting breaths mingled as I leant over to kiss him while I rocked my hips to drag out the last dregs of our orgasms. The kiss ended up being more messy than I intended but I was just desperate to feel his lips on mine again.
Spencer gripped my lightly jaw once he had caught his breath some and turned my head to the side to press a kiss below my ear before speaking softly, “Such a good girl.”
“Thank you, sir.” I whispered back with another characteristic whine from me that was a little pathetic on my part, I had been ruined by him for sure.
We basked in the presence of each other for a little while, just enjoying being tangled all together. Though after a while the stickiness between my thighs got a little too uncomfortable and Spencer started the main part of aftercare for me. He seemed a little caught up in his thoughts while he started to clean me up so I prompted him with a little boop on the nose to silently ask what’s wrong.
“Did I go too far?” The worry he felt was evident by the tensing in his shoulders where he often seemed to hold his worry.
You quickly interjected as he began to stutter out the beginnings of an apology despite not letting you answer yet, “If you had, I would’ve used my safe word.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief as he resumed my aftercare, making sure I was well taken care of and pampered to perfection. We were sitting in a bubble bath when I finally realized something, I hadn’t said Happy Birthday to him yet.
“Happy Birthday, Spencer.”
I said while I was straddling him and I could already feeling him getting ready for another round, though this one would surely be gentler than the last as to not irritate my ass anymore. Despite my still stinging backside I was glad I stole Spencer’s birthday spankings.
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isis-astarte-diana · 2 years
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Kinktober (...out of order...) - Day 20
Genitorture | Edging | Overstim
Summary: The first time Missy pushes your limits.
Warnings: NSFW. Dub!con elements in the form of a prenegotiated forced orgasm, with all the crying and begging that you would expect from me.
Word Count: 2750
Notes: This was the only thing I wrote before Kinktober. Just this. Just some soft!domme vault!Missy overstim. Enjoy?
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The handcuffs don't frighten you any more. They did, in the beginning - when you had first seen Missy withdraw them from the pocket of her coat where it hung inside the armoire - if only because they were so new, but you’ve played with them quite a few times since then. It feels at once like that could have been yesterday and like it could have been half a lifetime ago. She's right; time passes strangely in the Vault.
Time passes strangely when you're underneath her like this, handcuffed to the headboard, her warm weight where she straddles you a comforting counterbalance to the restraints. The curve of her lips is utterly wicked. Even so, her eyes are soft, and when she reaches up to give your left hand a gentle squeeze it makes you feel a bit less like you've been bound and a bit more like you've been tethered.
"Alright?" Missy runs her thumb across your knuckles, dipping into the hollows between. You entwine your fingers with hers.
"Yeah," you answer, honestly, with what you hope is a brave smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Are you?"
"Good?" She blunts the vowel and draws it out to taunt you, arching a brow. "Never, my dear." Her kiss leaves a sticky pink mark on your cheek. "Terribly excited, though. Are you excited?" You nod, swallowing thickly against the new lump in your throat. Her voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper. "And a wee bit scared, hmm?"
You're glad that she asked; you never would have been able to admit it otherwise. You'd readily agreed to play this game - it was your idea at least half as much as it was hers - but the memory of that does nothing to loosen the knot of nerves in your chest, any more than it loosens the handcuffs. "Yeah," you confess, and some of the tension leaves you with the breath. "A bit."
“Well, that’s half the fun, isn’t it?” She cups your face in a delicate hand, her thumb wiping away the print of her lipstick. “It would be awfully dull if you weren’t.” Her smile crinkles at the corners, affection melting the smirk into something softer that fills you with warmth. “What do you say, if you need me to stop?”
You don’t realise that you’re waiting for the question until you hear it and something in you comes unravelled. Missy knows the word - moreover, she knows perfectly well that you know the word - but this little ritual is meant as a reminder that you can stop her, and it’s a welcome one. When the pad of her thumb brushes across your mouth you kiss it gratefully. “Mercy.”
“Clever girl.” Her thumb parts your lips, slipping just inside, tracing the edge of your incisors. “I won’t stop for anything else, you understand?” At your whimpered affirmative, her grin sharpens once more. “No matter how prettily you beg me.”
She gives you a chaste kiss, which is over much too quickly, and then she’s gone, moving to the other end of the bed. Her absence leaves you cold. Without the plentiful wool of her skirt to cloak you it’s impossible to forget your own nakedness, your skin prickling with goosebumps in the chill of the Vault. The ticklish stroke of her fingernails over the sole of your right foot doesn’t help.
“Such a lovely thing,” she murmurs, quietly enough that you think it might not be for you to hear. Her fingers lock onto your ankle, and the soft kiss of silk follows, one of her stockings repurposed to ensnare you. “I’ll send for something more appropriate next time, but this will have to do for today. Not too tight?”
You wiggle your toes and tug against the loop that she knots around your ankle, testing the give, pleased to find it immovable while still comfortably loose. “Not too tight,” you echo. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She hums with delight at the sound of her full name. “My pleasure.”
It’s fairly quick work, all things considered; one end of the stocking forms a soft, forgiving shackle, the other tied to the bedpost to force your right leg straight and out. You hardly notice the way your left knee draws up towards your body out of reflex, thighs clenching to protect your naked cunt, until Missy picks up the other stocking and cups a firm hand around your calf to part your legs. You’re half surprised to find yourself resisting her.
“Now, don’t be shy,” she says patiently. “We’re all girls here, poppet, and I’ve seen it all before.”
Your face flushes with heat. It’s ridiculous - you know it is; there’s no modesty left between you - but you’ve never been bound like this before, spreadeagled and exposed, and the knowledge of what she intends to do with you makes it feel all the more daunting. “Sorry,” you murmur, and her face softens.
“No need to apologise.” She strokes your calf with the flat of her palm, letting her fingers trail higher, painting ticklish swirls over your knee and towards the join of your thighs. “Relax for me, dear. I’ll take good care of you. Cross my hearts.”
Missy’s fingers sink easily between your thighs. Her touch is chaste, not straying too high, but it’s also tenacious, and between the desire to obey her and the need to be touched more you relax into her hands, letting her draw your legs apart. She coos with pleasure.
“Good, good girl,” she praises, as she makes short work of binding your left ankle. She slips a finger beneath the knot, testing the resistance. Once satisfied she bends to kiss your knee. “Aren’t you a delight like this?”
Your pulse quickens pleasantly when she rises to her feet. The thrill of the handcuffs is familiar enough, but the new restraints compound it tenfold and leave you all but immobile, her own private prisoner to do with as she pleases. You tug at your bonds and find them strict. With your ankles pulled either side of the bed frame you can’t close your legs to cover yourself, leaving your cunt totally vulnerable to Missy, and to the toy she now has in her hand.
The vibrator belongs in your bedside drawer - it’s nothing fancy; just a basic rabbit design, something to help you unwind after a long day - but in this context it looks distinctly more threatening. It had been your idea to bring it, or, at least, Missy had let you think it was your idea, but as you watch her measure its weight and run her fingers along its contours you get the sense that she’s taking some kind of voyeuristic thrill in holding one of your most tangible secrets in the palm of her hand. The sight makes you shudder.
Of course, she notices.
“Have you been thinking about this?” She tilts her head, her face open and inquisitive, far too innocent for the way she runs the tip of the toy up the length of your bound leg. “Have you ever played with this and imagined that I was the one holding it?” 
Your breath hitches when the cold silicone brushes your inner thigh, so close to where you crave it, and you nod shakily. She smiles. “Shall we give it a try, then?”
Another moment of teasing, and then the vibrator skims higher, over the soft flesh of your belly and up between your breasts. She moves closer with it. You part your lips readily when you realise her intentions, and she pets the crown of your head fondly.
“Very good,” she murmurs, as she sinks the dildo into your waiting mouth. Her fingernails comb through your hair. You hum contentedly, your eyes fluttering shut. “Get this nice and wet for me, hmm?”
It’s not strictly necessary. You can feel how slick and ready you are, the dimples of your thighs slippery with your own arousal, but you do as she says, lips and tongue wetting the hard silicone while she strokes you with an affectionate hand. After a few moments - at once an age and not nearly long enough - she withdraws the toy from your mouth with a wet pop.
“Oh, that should do nicely.” Warm, now, and slick from your attentions, she runs the toy back down your chest, past your navel, dipping it between your legs. “Are you ready for me?”
The dildo slides easily through the folds of your cunt. You jolt at the friction, twisting your hips, not able to retreat or to rut against it, nor able to tell which you would prefer to do. It feels exquisite, but it’s also a sobering reminder of what you’ve agreed to. Missy shushes your whimpers and settles beside you on the bed.
“Do you know why I want to do this to you, my dear?” Her voice is gentle, and you open your eyes, unaware that you’d been clenching them so tightly shut. She smiles down at you. “Only because you look so very pretty when you come for me.” Slowly, smoothly, the dildo presses into you, filling you with a sweet aching stretch. Your soft whine makes her lips curl back from her teeth. “I’m terribly greedy, you see. I want more of it. Once just isn’t enough.”
You shiver when you feel the toy slide home, the nub of the vibrator pressing into your clit. “I know,” you manage in a whisper. “I just- I don’t know how much I can give you.”
“That’s alright.” She pushes the hair back from your face, fingers light and soothing. “We can find out together.”
It’s a deeper kiss, this time, and not so brief, nothing urgent or hurried about it. She takes your mouth with slow indulgence. You melt into her, letting her tongue slip through your lips, breathing in her contented sighs until - with such impeccable timing that you realise, too late, how she must have planned this - the vibrator jerks to life inside you.
Missy swallows your startled cry. You struggle against her, handcuff chain rattling on the bedpost, hips circling in a vain attempt to dodge the new stimulation, but she doesn’t let you go, catching your bottom lip with her teeth as if to warn you that you need to settle down. You force yourself still. It’s sudden, yes, and intense, but not unpleasant, the setting no higher than you would have chosen yourself. After a few moments, once you’ve relaxed into the pleasure, she releases you from her kiss.
“My lovely girl.” She licks into your gasping mouth, chuckling darkly at the way your breath stutters in response. “What a treat you are.”
There’s no respite from the powerful vibrations. They’re warm and deep inside you, relentless on your clit, her hand keeping the toy in place to follow your every squirming movement. She’s right - you’ve thought about this plenty of times - but it’s so unlike the freedom of pleasuring yourself, so foreign and out of your control. Left to your own devices, you would stop after an orgasm, satisfied and oversensitive, but the purpose of this game is to rob you of that choice. The muscles in your abdomen clench hard, steeled against the threat of an approaching climax.
“Stop fighting it, love.” Missy smooths out the crease between your brows with her thumb, kissing away the tension. “Give in to me. Let me take this from you."
Resistance, naturally, gets you nowhere. There’s nothing you can do to avoid the pleasure that keeps winding tighter inside of you, your control a fraying thread, hers a knife edge. All you can do is trust her to catch you as you fall.
The orgasm takes you violently. You fight the restraints, trying to curl in on yourself, cunt squeezing like a fist around the vibrator buried inside. A jagged cry bursts from your throat. Missy eases you through it with gentle fingers in your hair, her smile sharp and sweet, her murmured praise like balm as you shudder through the aftershocks.
This is the easy part. The worst is yet to come, and it begins almost immediately.
You have a second of relief, perhaps two, before your nerves catch up to the fact that the vibrations haven’t stopped. The raw sensitivity of your clit makes the stimulation torturous. Your thighs lock, your body tensing as you struggle to lift your hips away, but she doesn’t let up, forcing the pleasure on you so ruthlessly that it feels more like agony.
“Stop,” you gasp, your voice breaking against the panic that curdles in your chest. “Off, turn it off, Missy-”
She hushes you, the backs of her knuckles stroking your cheek. “Not yet, poppet. Once more for me.”
“No, no, I can’t-!” You spasm underneath her, tugging viciously against your bonds, but there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do but endure it. You can hardly catch a breath past the overwhelming pressure that keeps knotting tighter in your abdomen. Your cunt burns, the gentle friction of the vibrator turned halfway to pain, the unrelenting stimulation enough to make your eyes water. “Please, please stop-”
“Shh, shh, it’s alright.” Gentle fingers stroke the delicate skin beneath your eye, wiping away the tears there. Missy is as calm as you are frantic, her eyes bright with pride and pleasure, and she speaks like she’s soothing a wounded animal. “You're doing so well, my dear. You can give me one more.”
It’s not far away; you can feel it in the cramping waves of horrible pleasure that get closer and closer to pain, setting every nerve alight in the confusion. Your heaving breaths fracture into sobs. “I can’t,” you beg her again. You know it’s futile - you know there’s only one way to end the game before its time - but it’s freeing, in its own way, to plead with her and be ignored. “Please, Missy, I don’t want it, it’s gonna hurt-”
“It will,” she agrees, and she somehow manages to make it sound like a comfort. She cups your cheek before you can turn away, keeping you in place, eyes locked on yours as she forces you closer to the brink. She presses your foreheads together like she wants to taste the pained cries you can’t withhold. “But it’ll only hurt more if you fight it. Just relax. Give in. Let it happen.”
There’s nothing you can do but obey her.
You were right; it does hurt. It hurts in a way that leaves you breathless, the choked wail that bursts from your lips a pitiful and powerless thing. Missy drinks it in, gasping with delight so deep that you can hear the quivering of her breath. Long before the word mercy can take form behind your teeth she removes the toy. It slips from you effortlessly, your cunt as wet and raw as an open wound.
“Good girl,” she praises, heavy with affection. You cry out in wordless protest when she cups you between the legs, too disoriented to understand her intentions, but she only kisses your brow and uses the pressure of her hand to ease the painful spasms in your clit. “It’s alright, you’re alright, dearest. It’s over. No more.”
You reach for her with shaking hands, but the chain rattles against the headboard, stopping you before you can touch her. “Hands,” you barely manage to whimper. She understands. In seconds the cuffs are gone, and your arms are around her sooner than they’ve hit the floor, pulling her close so that you can bury your face in her blouse. She cradles your head, fingernails combing the nape of your neck, holding you to her while you claw back control over your body.
“Thank you,” you gasp into her shoulder, blinking away the tears that keep coming. “Thank you, Missy. I wasn’t- I didn’t know if I could-” You sniffle and squeeze her tighter. “But I did it. Thank you.”
“The pleasure was all mine.” She kisses the crown of your head. “You were exquisite, my dear. As always.” Her other hand strokes over your thigh, kneading at the tense muscle there. “Shall we get you cleaned up?”
“In a minute?” You burrow deeper into her embrace and try to steady your breathing with hers. “I don’t think I can move yet.”
Missy laughs warmly. She wraps herself around you, her weight half pinning you down, her lips landing delicate kisses wherever they can reach. You melt gratefully into her and let yourself be held. “As you wish.”
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emperor-palpaminty · 3 years
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Sundown (Pt. 1)
You're on the run with a very gifted child, and you come across a new haven- Maurader Valley and its sheriff.
Warning for mentions of guns, wild west style duels and fights and stuff, and cults because there were a LOT of cults in that time period of America and yes that IS a red dead gif, please don't hurt me, and also I've been playing a lot of Far Cry 5
Also, Omega isn't a super "wild west" name, so she's Olivia to y'all here, Hunter is fine so his name is sticking! And the Kaminoians are a cult in here, The Order.  Thank you @hellothere-generalangsty for letting me use this amazing AU! I had fun writing this! it was getting so long I need a part 2.
Also... Marriage of convenience to love trope, anyone?
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"Miss," Two small hands tugged you out of the lull that the train had put you into. "Miss, come on. We should go," Olivia's eyes were bright, cautious, under her hat.
You blinked, rubbing your eyes and nodding, glancing around. "Alright. Is this-?"
"Yes. Our tickets said Maurader Valley."
Nodding softly you stood, picking up your carpetbag and Olivia's hand, walking her quickly to the door of the train. "Thank you for waking me."
"You're welcome." Olivia's free hand moved and gripped the fabric of your skirt, her gaze shifting around them. The words were sudden, shaky. "I'm frightened."
Your hands grasped hers gently, and you paused on the platform your feet landed on. You turned to her, kneeling down in front of her, making sure her dark eyes met yours. "I am, too." Your fingers squeezed hers, reassuring her that she was not alone.
Olivia's cognac eyes were far too wise for her age. It almost threw you off the first time you had met her, but that anxiety had been entirely replaced with an overwhelming sense of love for the child, which was why you were here, as far southwest from them as possible. "They'll have to get through me first, Olivia. You're safe with me." You reached down and gently readjusted the brim of her hat. "You've been so, so brave this whole time. I need you to be brave for a little longer."
She gave a small nod, her fingers squeezing yours in response. "I'm brave," She repeated to herself, in a whisper, as you stood and lead her towards the ticket counter.
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Your thoughts were tremulous as the stagecoach bumped over a rock. You both had left so quickly in the dead of night, you doubted anyone knew you were all the way out here. At the very least, it would bide you time to get a little money or, at the best, find a loophole in the Disavowment- there were only two ways to leave the Order. They were old, they were stupid, but you didn’t know how long you could run before your past caught up with you.
Marriage or death. And you weren’t very pent on dying soon.
The stagecoach ride to Maurader Valley was long but uneventful. Olivia fell asleep with her head pressed on your lap, the bushels of skirts offering more support than a train window or a log. You smoothed a hand in her curls, the sunshine hair speckled with brown underneath at the base of her scalp.
The coach came to a halt. You lurched forward, grabbing for the window for support, and Olivia sat up. Her hands grasped you, eyes wide.
"Shh, it's okay." You gently took her and pulled her close, hugging her. "Just a quick stop."
Her breathing slowed, and she tugged away, quiet. She nodded, following you out. "This isn't a... Big town."
"No. Not really. But that's what we need at the moment." You exhaled, reaching into the carpetbag and tugging out a newspaper with a rustle. You'd seen it on the train- an advert, for Maurader Valley, seeking a school teacher. "Exactly what we need." You rolled the newspaper back up and tucked it under your arm. "Let's find some lodging and some food. Then we can talk to someone about the ad."
Olivia's head bobbed, and a giggle escaped her as you plunked the hat on her head. She followed you quietly, taking in the sights, whistling a little tune.
You pushed open the door to the general store. There was only one other patron, a lanky man, hassling at the counter with an older woman. You offered an apologetic smile for interrupting their hassling over what appeared to be a box of bullets. Olivia gave a chipper wave before following you, where you softly lingered by the dried goods. Your hand gently released Olivia's, and she wandered to the shelf, squatting down and looking at the dried fruits.
You reached down and picked up some dried jerky and let her pick some dried peaches. You tucked them on top of the newspaper as you wandered back to the counter. When you reached the front, you lowered the goods and the newspaper, watching the lanky man stalk out. “Grumpy,” You smiled politely, as the woman glanced at the goods. 
“Yeah,” She said, skimming you, brow in suspicion. “You ain’t from around here, are you?”
"No, I'm not." You offered a sheepish smile, back loosening when Olivia sprinted back to you and clasped your hand, giggling softly. "I had a question about the teaching position?"
"Still open. You interested?" The woman behind the counter eyed Olivia, who simply waved.
Your head bobbed curtly in a nod. "And a place to sleep and a hot bath. Please."
The woman's brows knitted as she drummed her fingers on the counter. "Hm. Name's Cid. I have a couple extra rooms upstairs, but it'll cost ya."
"That's fine. And the job?"
Cid sighed and motioned you to follow her. "That's the sheriff's question. He's also the judge around here. Good guy." Cid turned and locked the door to the general shop behind you and Olivia, tucking the keys back into her pocket on the apron. "Little scary at first, but he's a real softie." She glanced back at you both, frowning. "And don't go acting weird around him."
"No worries." You squeezed Olivia's hand, softly tugging her along. The last thing you needed was losing her in a new place.
Cid stepped up onto the wooden porch and opened the door, glancing in. "Hey, Hunter. We've got fresh meat."
"Bring 'em in," A gruff voice that you presumed was the sheriff chimed.
Cid motioned you in, and you slowly walked in, fingers tight on Olivia. "She's here for the teacher position. She has a kid, too."
"I think he can see that," Olivia piped up, chipper.
"Smart kid." The sheriff laughed, a warm sound. You turned to him, taking him in for the first time. He was young, younger than you would have expected, face creased with crows feet and laugh lines. A dark spray of a birthmark splayed across half his face, but his eyes were bright and brilliant. He knelt down by Olivia, grinning. "What's your name, kid?"
"Olivia." The child released your hand and took Hunter’s, shaking it. Hunter grinned at her, stopping to glance up at you. 
The window light caught his eyes, his gaze ambered in the sun, halos of honey skimming you. “And this is-?”
“My mum!” Olivia chirped. 
You smiled as Hunter stood, reaching out and gently shaking his hands. “Hi. I’m looking to be the school teacher?”
Hunter smiled and tilted his hat politely. “Thanks, Cid. I’ve got it from here.” He opened the door for the woman, then glanced at you and Olivia. “After y’all. I’l show you the schoolhouse.”
You gave a nod, following Hunter, watching Olivia run up and grasp your hand again. She beamed brightly up at you, whispering loudly, "I like it here."
"We've only been to two buildings." You chuckled and tugged up your skirt, moving up the wooden steps of what you assumed was the old school house. You accepted Hunter's hand helping you up, pausing and glancing around. "It's very nice," You stated, moving around, leaning over benches and the small desks. "Who's been teaching them?"
"Wrecker. He's nice, he's been reading stories to them and taking them out on nature walks stuff like that." Hunter leaned back on a desk as Olivia raced to the teacher's desk. "So, what brings you here?"
You flashed a smile, watching Olivia root through the books sitting by the desk. "The job."
Hunter's brow creased. "High class city woman like yourself, you move you and your kid out here alone?"
Alone, you recalled. The only way you and Olivia could live in peace were by accordance to the oath, their oath- death or marriage. You shuddered, brushing of the sensation that trying to forage a third option was unwise. You and Olivia were safe, for now at least, and that was all that mattered. You drew in a breath and watched Olivia sit down with a book. "Yes."
"People only come out here for two things. They're either trying to find something or they're running." Hunter's brows raised. "Which one are you doing?"
"A little of both."
Hunter paused, then smiled gently, crossing his arms as he looked over at Omega. "We're here for you either way. I think you'll both have a nice life here."
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Olivia had issues fitting in at first with the other kids. She was more reserved, soft, and the other children babbled, bounced, sung, and Olivia would look back at you. Over the days, you would nod, encouraging, watching her run outside to play with the others outside of the schoolhouse. You leaned on the railing of the steps, the wood creaking as it supported you.
Olivia was happy here. She was with other children, and finding herself, and opening up. Here, in the warm sun, away from the cold buildings and winters and even colder people. You shuddered away the cold thoughts, the oppressive gazes and eyes; now was not the time or place, and you were safe here.
You wrapped your hand around the rope to ring the bell for the kids to come in, pausing, looking up at the sky. It threatened rain. You tugged on it, twice, allowing the rings to echo. "Come on! Let's get inside and stay dry." You called.
The children flocked, tugging at one another and laughing, Olivia in the mix.
You hurried inside, helping the children gather their slates and chalk. "Quickly, run home before the storm hits." You called, picking up Jek's hat and plunking it on his head. "And I except your numbers done tomorrow!"
"Can I go ahead to the general store?" Olivia trotted by, hesitating for a moment.
Your hands froze, wrapping around a book. "Well..." You glanced at the door, frowning for a moment as you thought. You would rather Olivia get back dry, and cleaning up for the day would take a while. "I suppose." You exhaled, walking her to the door. "Oh- there's Wrecker." You waved at him, catching the gentle giant's attention. "Let him walk you to Cid's." You paused before she walked, gently taking her shoulders and turning her towards you. She blinked up at you, brow arched in puzzlement.
"Erm... Are you okay?"
"Yes," You cleared your throat and smiled, looking her over. Pride swelled within you as you stood- Olivia had truly blossomed here, and she was exactly what a child should be, carefree and energetic and willing to explore the heights and widths of the skies and valleys. "I'm just happy for you."
Olivia grinned up at you, waving as she lolloped dow the steps. "I am, too. Thanks, mama!"
She called you that put of habit, you knew, but it... You pressed a hand against your beating heart and watched Wrecker scoop Olivia up, chest swelling with joy. You hurried back inside and began stacking books, sweeping the chalk and pencil shavings off the floor. By the time you finished sweeping, the rain had already begun to pound on the roof.
You hummed, softly, a tune that was circling in your head. Your fingers wrapped around a stack of books and you heaved them off the student's desks, walking towards your own stationed at the front of the classroom. You jumped as the door slammed open, the books dropping with a heavy thud.
"Pardon, ma'am." Hunter slammed the doors shut, fighting against the gusts of wind outside, and he turned to hurry to you. "Here." He knelt down, grabbing the books and stacking them on his arm. "I didn't think it would startle you."
You exhaled and got on your knees, picking up the books one by one and loading them onto the desk. "It's alright. The storm probably caught the doors." Your fingers brushed his lightly as you reached for a book and they tingled, so you diverted your grip to another book.
"Just saw Olivia wondering back to Cid's with Wrecker. Didn't want you to walk alone in this." Hunter stood. The stack of literature rested easy on his arm. "Where do you need these?"
"My desk." You picked up your own stack and followed him, lowering the books by him. You averted your gaze, cheeks flushed. "So you... Came here when it started raining?"
Hunter shrugged, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I know the weather can get nasty, and I didn't know if you had an umbrella or anything-"
"It wasn't necessary, but thank you." You paused, glancing at the window. "I would appreciate a walk back."
The easy-going grin twisted your heart in tangles. "Pleasure's all mine, ma'am." Hunter nodded. He yanked off his coat and held it up, rushing to the door. "That rain doesn't wait on us."
You nodded and tucked your shawl around you, hurrying after him. The jacket provided you both with minimal shelter, but his laugh made you laugh, and the rain didn't seem to bad. The mud clung to your boots and hem as you both ran across the first road, ducking under the first porch (the bank) that came available to you. Hunter's laugh filled the air, and he shook out his jacket, glancing at you. "Sorry about that." His loose hair, wet, curled tightly and stuck against his forehead.
You shook your head and leaned on the post, watching the rain. "I like the rain. I never knew how much I missed it."
"It didn't rain where you're from?" Hunter frowned. "Lands almighty."
You shook your head, pausing, chest tight again. You could only remember curling up and watching the rainfall from a tight window, knees against your chest. "It did, but I wasn't allowed in it." You said, softly. You glanced down at the street, watching puddles gather before overfilling.
Hunter watched what you watched, the water rolling in small streams down the road. "What are you running from, exactly?"
You turned to him quickly, gathering your shawl closer. His eyes followed you, the deep intensity pressing on you. "I think it's better you don't know that." The words were soft, strangled coming from your throat.
Despite looking away from him, you still felt his eyes on you, heavier than the water drenching your clothes. The weight of it came back, recalling how cut off you were, attempting to run and being dragged back, your parents disapproving stares as you longed to be out of the commune, and watching Olivia grow and only wanting her to have what you never did-
A hand smoothed over your face, the coarse pad of Hunter's thumb brushing away the tear. "You don't have to tell me anything," Hunter said, gently. "I'm just concerned for you and Olivia."
Your eyes scanned his face, lips parting, swallowing hard. "It would be too much for you."
"Nothing is too much," He said, quickly. "It's my job." Hunter paused, then draped his coat around your shoulders. "Here. Let's get you back to Cid's."
Your fingers held the lapels of the coat as he walked with you, quiet. "Thank you," You mumbled, softly walking. Hunter hummed cordially, guiding you to Cid's. His fingers were light against your back as he led you into the front door on the saloon side of the building.
Wrecker was sitting on a chair with Olivia in the opposite side, and he was frowning at the cards in his hands. "You're too good, kid." Wrecker mumbled, a hand scratching his head.
Olivia giggled, nodding, unruly curls bobbing. "I guess so." She glanced back at you and Hunter, and she grinned. Olivia hopped down and ran over, hugging your damp dress. "Mama, I'm beating Wrecker at gambling!"
"Oh goodness," You sighed, as Hunter threw back his head and laughed.
"Now, Kid." Hunter tugged a third chair to the table. If you wanna learn from a real pro, you have to learn from me."
Olivia bounded back over to her seat, crawling up. She chattered about her day- what she learned, recess, and walking back in the rain with Wrecker. You observed briefly, smiling softly as Hunter tapped on Olivia's card, softly telling her how to deal and count.
Fingers leaving the doorway, you practically floated towards the stairs for your room. Cid looked up from counting cash on the counter. "Is that Hunter's coat?"
"Yeah." You said, softly, climbing up the last couple of steps. You heard Cid mumble something about how Hunter never let anyone borrow his coat, and your heart, for some reason, floated even more.
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Cid woke you up, yanking the blankets off your body. You sat up, Olivia stirring next to you. "Get up!'
"Why?" You asked, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. You stood and grabbed your bag, anyway, listening to Cid.
"There's a man downstairs. Said he's looking for you and the kid!"
Your heart jumped in your throat, and you turned to Olivia. She stared up at you, eyes still coming to from the deep sleep she was in, brimming with fear. "Don't let them take me," She whispered.
You scooped her up, glancing around. "There's a window. Let's-"
"He's waiting down there." Cid hissed. "Go out the back. I have a wagon out there, you can come back for your stuff later."
You nodded, wrapping Hunter's coat around you and running down the stairs. You turned back, glancing at the window, and you swore as you turned tail and ran that there were two red eyes watching you in the window.
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You were awakened again, this time by a large hand grabbing you. You yelped and threw out a fist, hand meeting an arm. "Whoa, whoa!" Hunter grabbed your hands, gently. "It's me."
Your breath quickened, the warmth of Olivia gone. "Where is she?"
"She's inside, asleep." His grip moved to your shoulders, and your eyes adjusted well enough in the night to see the outline of him. "Are you okay?"
You nodded, your own hands moving up to clasp his arms. "Hunter, they're coming," You mumbled, legs feeling loose, shakey again.
"Who?" He said, gently. You only shook your head, shoulders sputtering, and the sob heaved out of you. "Who wants to get you and Olivia?"
You glanced up at him, chest tight, head pounding. Words balled up in your throat, lifeless, thick as paper. Hunter gently moved an arm around you and pulled you against his chest, smoothing a hand over your back.
You recalled nothing else except for Hunter catching you when your knees slacked and your vision went black.
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You only woke up when you felt warmth besides you. You sat up, abruptly, looking down at Olivia, who gasped. “Are you alright?”
You shuddered, looking around. “Are we still with Hunter?”
“Yes.” Olivia plunked down besides you, running a hand in her own blonde hair. There was a pause before she said softly, “I told Hunter.”
“You told him?” You inhaled, sucking in a breath, heart twisting. “What will he think?” Your palms broke out in a sweat, shaking. Possibilities ran through your head- Olivia and you being on the run again, alone in the wilderness-
“He took it well.” Olivia reached up, gently taking your face in her small hands. “And he knows everything.” 
You shuddered again, reaching down and hugging her. She hugged you back, quickly, her hold comforting you this time. You closed your eyes, heart aching for this girl, the daughter you did not deserve.
The door creaked open and you glanced up. Hunter stood in the doorway, looking at you and Olivia. He offered a gently smile and entered, gently sitting down on the foot of the bed. “Olivia told me everything about the Order.” His eyes flickered to yours, and he laid a gentle hand on your blanket, looking between you and Olivia. “She told me how you took her and ran.”
You nodded, cradling the girl, who had turned her attention to Hunter as well. “What are you going to do?”
Hunter inhaled, scratching his head. “I’m not making you leave. If this is where you want to be, then you’ll be here.” He paused, swallowing. “But you can’t be alone. Olivia told me there’s only two ways to keep the Order from coming after you, and I can’t have y’all dying on me.” He inhaled, sharply, and he reached up, gently taking your hand. “Which is why I’m asking you to marry me.”
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labella420 · 3 years
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I wrote this for @just-one-ordinary-fangirl #JOOF1000challenge. This was my second time participating in a challenge, and really enjoyed creating this work!
My prompt was: “Oh honey, what on Earth were you thinking?”
Starring: Dark! Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Summary: Ransom’s date for Valentine’s Day cancels, and he wants you (his assistant) to take her place.
Warnings: NO MINORS. 18+ ONLY! NON-CON!!! Explicit sexual content! Slight praise kink. Unprotected sex. Tears. Degradation. Choking. Do not read if any of this is a trigger or makes you uncomfortable!
Word Count: 1989
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“Mr. Drysdale I’m leaving for the day!” You call out, heels clicking against the wood floor as you place a vase full of roses in the middle of the dining room table. Slightly turning, you give the room and adjacent kitchen one last glance over, ensuring that everything was ready for your boss’ date that evening.
You have been Ransom Drysdale’s personal assistant for a year and a half, and as far as jobs went it wasn’t the worst. Sure, the hours were long, and Ransom could be a complete prick at times, but it paid well, and allowed you to make a comfortable living. Today you were tasked with setting up a date for one of the multitude of women Ransom entertained. Although you were surprised he would spend Valentine’s Day with someone, you were happy to busy yourself with the minor details of the day, from picking the flowers down to which bottle of wine would pair well with dinner.
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ransom?”
You nearly jump out of your skin, clutching your chest as you turn to face your boss.
“Mr. Dry… Ransom,” you stuttered out. “ You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.”
Ransom casually took a sip of scotch from the glass that he was holding, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. Looking over your shoulder he took in the scene before him.
“Too bad this is all going to waste,” he scoffs, downing the rest of the amber liquid in his glass before placing it on the table. “She cancelled.”
“I’m so sorry Ransom,” you frowned. “Is there anything I can do?”
Ransom casts his eyes down your body and back up to your face. “ You can have dinner with me.”
You laugh nervously. “Thank you Ransom, I appreciate the offer, but I can’t stay.”
Furrowing his brows, Ransom holds your gaze. “I wasn’t asking.”
Shifting uncomfortably under his stare, you avert your eyes. “Ransom, thank you, but I can’t stay. I’ll be back…”
Your voice was cut off by Ransom’s hand gripping your throat. “I told you I wasn’t asking. You’re staying, because I pay you, and I told you to stay.”
Your hands fly to your neck, desperately trying to claw Ransom’s hand off of you, while he pushes you flat against the table, knocking over the vase and scattering flowers everywhere. You feel your shoes slip off, and you hear them clatter to the floor.
“Let’s see what we have under here,” Ransom’s free hand pulls at your shirt, yanking it open, buttons flying everywhere. He growls as he stares at your ample chest barely covered by a sheer black bra.
“Oh look at you,” he muses with a half smirk. “If I knew you dressed these up so nicely, this would have happened months ago.”
“Ransom, please...” you manage to choke out.
“That sounds so sweet, coming off your lips. I wonder what else I could make you beg for.” Releasing your throat, he runs his thumb against your bottom lip. Seeing the tiniest opportunity, you act. Capturing his thumb with your teeth you bite down, while kicking out your legs, catching Ransom in the knee. Pushing yourself to your feet, you break into a run, desperately trying to make it to the front door.
“You little bitch!” You can hear Ransom behind you, his footfalls heavy against the wood. Rounding the corner, you see sweet salvation in the large oak door in front of you. Your hand is on the knob when your head roughly gets pulled back causing you to yelp.
“Oh honey, what on Earth were you thinking?” Ransom drags you backwards into the living room, one hand tightly wrapped around your hair. Spinning you, he brings you to his expansive floor to ceiling windows. “Take a look. Nothing out there but trees. No one is going to hear you scream, and no one is going to come for you.”
Pulling you from the window, he tosses you over the leather arm of his sofa, an “oof” escaping from your lips. Untangling his hand from your hair, he runs his hands down your back and over your ass, stopping when he reaches the hem of your pencil skirt. He pushes the material roughly over your hips, smoothing his hands over your panties.
“You have a perfect ass,” he growls, kneading both globes in his large hands. Gripping the waist of your panties, he tugs in two different directions, the garment falling off your body in shreds.
“You won’t be needing those,” he chuckles, taking a step back. “Spread your legs, I want to get a better view.”
“ No Ransom,” you do your best to sound brave, but there is no mistaking the shakiness to your voice. “ Please let me go.”
SMACK
You jolt forward as Ransom’s hand connects with the soft skin of your ass. “That was for biting me earlier”
SMACK
“That was for running away from me.”
SMACK
“That was for telling me no.”
You choke back a sob as your face falls forward into the cushions of the sofa. Ransom curls over your back, and once again grips your hair, forcing your head back, his lips barely connecting with your ear.
“Spread. Your. Legs. Don’t make me ask you again.”
You slowly start to shuffle your feet apart, but not quick enough for Ransom. Slating his knee between your legs, he helps nudge you open, the cool air hitting your core, sending a shiver up your spine. Reaching down, he runs his fingers through your folds, stopping when he reaches your clit. “There she is,” Ransom hums, rolling your clit between his fingers.
You feel your face get hot as your hips involuntarily roll into Ransom’s hand. Instinctively you try and clamp your thighs around his hand, only earning you a sharp pinch to your clit.
“Be a good girl and keep them open,” Ransom hisses.
Fresh tears start to fall from your eyes as Ransom continues his harsh assault on your clit. You feel yourself clenching, and you will yourself to think about anything to try and stop the pleasure that is starting to build within you. You hate that your body is responding to Ransom like this.
“There is no need for tears darling,” Ransom pulls his fingers from your clit and teases your entrance. “I only want to make you feel good,” he whispers as he sinks two fingers into your pussy. Gripping your hair even tighter, Ransom starts to pump and scissor his fingers in and out of your cunt, paying special attention to your sweet spot. Curling his fingers, he focuses on that one area, your juices now starting to drip down his hand to his forearm.
“No... Ransom,” his name falls off your mouth as you try and pull away from him, away from the pleasure to no avail.
“You’re trying to say “ No” sweetheart,” Ransom chuckles to himself, “ But your body is telling me something completely different.” Pulling his fingers from your cunt, he brings them to his mouth, and you can hear him suck your arousal from his fingers, “You taste like candy, darling. Next time, I’m going to have to really taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
“There isn’t going to be a next time,” you feebly attempt to pull your body away from his using the arm of the sofa, but Ransom’s hold on your hair is too tight. Digging his elbow into the small of your back, he slates himself behind you, pinning you to the sofa.
“You’re my assistant,” He grits. “I pay you to assist me, and right now this is the most pressing matter that I need help with.” You feel Ransom grind his hard length into your backside. “I’m going to fill this cunt, and there is nothing that you can do about it.”
Letting go of your hair he steps back, and you whimper into the cushions when you hear the clink of his belt and zipper. Within seconds he’s pulling apart your cheeks roughly, a trail of spit dripping over your puckered hole. “Maybe I should just claim your asshole instead,” Ransom growls, sliding his shaft between your cheeks, as you go rigid underneath him.
Lining up with your slit, Ransom snaps forward impaling you to the hilt, gripping your hips so tight, you know you will be marked later. Giving you no time to adjust to his girth, his pace is punishing, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
“Such a tight cunt,” Ransom huffs. Hooking his arm under your right thigh, he lifts your leg so your knee rests on the sofa arm. You didn’t think he could get any deeper inside of you, but you swear that now you could feel him within the depths of your belly. The slight change in angle causes the head of Ransom’s cock to slide over your G-spot, and you start to feel the familiar slow burn starting to build within your core, regardless of how badly you are willing it away.
“Don’t try to fight it,” Ransom spits. “Fuck honey, I can feel you gripping my cock like the whore you are. You want this.”
The lewd sounds as Ransom slides in and out of your pussy ring in your ears. Despite the initial fight, your body is overtaking your will, as it chases its release. Your nails dig into the sofa as your legs start to shake underneath you.
“Ransom please…” you try and catch your breath as your body bounces with each of Ransom’s thrusts, but the task seems impossible.
“I want to hear you beg Y/N.” Ransom unhooks his arm, and now with his free hand runs circles over your clit. The mixture of sensations is too much, and you are teetering on the edge of bliss that you didn’t ask for. “Tell me you want to cum all over this cock.”
“Ransom, please, please, please, make me cum.” you mewl, not recognizing your own voice, embarrassed that Ransom has turned you into a sloppy whimpering mess under his hand. “I.. I want to cum all over your cock. Please make me cum all over your cock.”
“Then cum,” Ransom pulls your body up by the shoulders, arching your back. “Cum like the pathetic cockslut I know you are.”
The dam within you breaks, and your pleasure crashes over you. Your entire body convulses, the shuddering certain to bring you to your knees if it wasn’t for Ransom’s thick arms holding you in place. You become aware that Ransom’s plunges are becoming staggered and you feel his cock swell. One final rut and you feel him release with a grunt, his seed painting your velvet walls.
Ransom pulls his softening cock from your cunt, and you feel his spend slip from your lips and run down your inner thighs. “What a beautiful sight,” you feel Ransom pull your folds apart to admire your combined mess.You are spent, your body laying over the sofa limp. Your eyes flutter shut, and in your haze you faintly hear Ransom’s footsteps retreating.
The sensation that you feel next is the warmth of the washcloth gently running up each leg, then wiping up your core. “Nice and clean,” Ransom whispers, running his fingers up your arm. “How was that for you sweetheart?” He asks. “Everything you wanted?”
Turning over and sitting up, you give your boyfriend a warm smile, you nod your head. “ I think I have to pretend to be your sexy assistant more often!” Popping up on your feet, you place a kiss on Ransom’s nose. “ How about we clean up, and then get to our real Valentine’s Day Dinner?” You giggle. “I’m starving!”
Ransom grabs your hand and starts to lead you through the house to your shared master bath. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.”
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My Sweet Rose, Chapter 2
Rosie was really nervous as she walked along to the restaurant to meet Loki for their first date.
They had text a few times and he called her yesterday for a chat, that turned into an hour long. But it made her excited to see him again, though the nerves were still there, churning away in her stomach.
But as soon as she saw him waiting outside the restaurant for her, in a dashing all black suit, her worries started to melt away.
‘Hello, darling. So good to see you again.’ He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, then he surprised her by pulling her into a warm embrace.
It was one of the best hugs she had ever had. It wasn’t rushed, it was warm and she felt oddly safe. She breathed in deeply, feeling better already. And Loki knew it. He knew she was nervous, he could tell by her body language when she approached. But he could feel her relaxing in his arms.
Then taking her hand in his and giving her a reassuring squeeze, he led her inside the restaurant.
That had been the first of many hugs and hand holding, Rosie had been addicted to his hugs. She had always felt safe and secure in his arms, right from the start.
She didn’t sleep great at all after seeing Loki again, her mind was constantly on him. Worse than ever now, knowing he was in the same building as her. There was no way she could stay here now, not now he was here. It would be too painful every day to see him.
But she knew it would take a few weeks to get a new place organised, and she would need to look for a new job. The plus with this job with Pepper was the free lodgings, which was great. And the pay along with it was brilliant.
In the meantime, though, until she decided what she was going to do, she knew she had to put on her brave pants and try to get through it. To face him, well, ignore him but carry on.
Though as soon as she stepped out of her room, she was looking around paranoid about bumping into him. So she walked as quickly as she could towards the kitchen, she needed to grab something to eat before going to meet Pepper in the lab.
Of course, though, she was just heading into the kitchen when Loki walked right into her path.
She froze on the spot, eyes widening. Loki was sure he even saw her trembling.
‘Rose…’
Rosie took a step back from him.
‘We need to talk.’ He said in a firmer manner and reached out towards her arm, but she moved further away, shaking her head. Then she turned on her heels and ran off back down the corridor.
Loki felt his heart hurting.
It reminded him a bit of when they first started getting intimate together, exploring various kinks. She was very shy and nervous. Though nothing quite like now, she even seemed scared. Which hurt him the most.
‘You are simply divine, my darling.’ Loki hummed as he trailed his fingers down Rosie’s spine, making her tremble.
He stalked around her like a predator about to devour his prey. She was completely naked, stood in the middle of his bedroom while he was still fully clothed in dark black jeans and a deep green shirt, with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.
She was so nervous, she could barely even look him in the eye as he eyed her up. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like running out of the room, but she somehow managed to remain where she was.
‘No need to look so scared, my sweet Rose.’ Loki said as he tipped her chin up, forcing her to make eye contact. Though her eyes skirted all over his face, before eventually landing on his eyes and remaining there. Even if she was blushing hard and breathing heavy.
‘Daddy will take care of his good girl, always.’ He said softly and then stepped in closer to her, slipping his arms around her to pull her into him.
She breathed in deeply as she buried her face into his chest, feeling calmer already and safe in his embrace.
Whilst she was still nervous, she trusted Loki as he took her hand and led her to his bed. He was careful with her as he laid her down on her back and he straddled carefully over her, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
‘Raise your hands up above you, little one.’ He said firmly but kindly.
She knew if she was to panic or get really scared, she could safe word out of the situation. And whilst she hadn’t needed to use it yet, they had barely gotten started together with intimacy. But she knew that if she needed him to stop anything, that he would.
Loki pulled some long velvet material from down the side of his bed and he began to expertly tie her wrists together when she put them above her. He winked down at her as he then tied them to the headboard.
He saw her swallowing hard as she tugged on it a little, testing them. She was bound well. It made her excited, but more nervous again. It was actually happening.
Loki could tell her nerves were building again. He trailed the tips of his fingers slowly from her wrists down her arms, her inner elbows and then further down yet. She let out a small giggle and wriggled a bit under him as he reached her underarms and tickled her lightly for a few seconds, breaking the ice more and helping to distract her.
It didn’t all have to be serious, he wanted to make her comfortable. To enjoy it. To trust him. That was what it was all about. Especially since it was her first time being restrained.
‘Ticklish, are we?’ He teased and chuckled, moving further down her body. He tickled the sides of her breasts momentarily, enjoying the way they jiggled as she squirmed and laughed.
He leaned down and started sucking on her nipples, his fingers kept exploring further down to her hips. But his tickling touch then became firmer, her laughter became moans instead.
‘I wonder how ticklish my little one is down here.’ He growled and moved further down her body, spreading her legs open and making her a bit shy again as he focused on her cunt.
He ran his fingers up and down her outer folds first, then spread her open and started licking her softly, taking his time at first. He listened closely to the noises she was making, what she seemed to like and what drove her crazy. She was so aroused, his chin was covered with her juices and he hadn’t been down there for long yet.
When he focused on her clit, she almost bucked him off the bed. Making him chuckle against her. Then he growled and feasted on her like a starved man, paying plenty of attention to her clit.
‘Please… Can I cum, p… please!’ She cried out, unsure if she would be able to hold off even if he said no.
‘You may.’ Loki growled, only stopping briefly to give her permission before he was back to making her dance on his tongue.
‘Oh my, you taste exquisite.’ Loki purred after she had cum and he’d licked her clean, though that had just made her even messier. He crawled up over her and untied her wrists, surprising her slightly that it was over already, it hadn’t been scary at all like she thought it might be at first.
Loki slipped his arms around her and rolled them to the side, cradling her into him. She hid her face into the crook of his neck as he rubbed her back softly.
‘Such a good girl. Did you enjoy that?’ He asked, his voice just above a whisper.
She nodded and curled herself more into him, making him smile as he kissed the top of her head.
After mulling it over for an hour, Loki decided to go to her room and speak to her. She couldn’t run from him there.
Instead of knocking, he just teleported in. But he was annoyed to find she wasn’t there.
He knew he should’ve respected her privacy and just left. But his nosey-ness got the better of him. He had a look around her room. Ended up looking in her wardrobe and smiled fondly as he saw she still had the cute pyjamas and nighties that he’d gifted her. Including some cuddly toys at the bottom of her wardrobe.
Loki ended up wandering through into her bathroom. His brows furrowed as he spotted a bottle by the sink. It was prescribed drugs from the doctor he noted as he picked it up to take a look. He didn’t know what it was, but he made a mental note of the name. Then he left her room, not wanting to be caught snooping.
‘What were you doing in Rosie’s room?’ Pepper snapped at Loki when she caught him leaving.
Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘She isn’t in there, if that’s what you’re getting at.’
‘That makes it worse, you were in there without permission.’
Loki rolled his eyes, then asked what those pills were for that he’d found in her bathroom.
‘They are for anxiety and depression. Why?’ Pepper frowned.
Loki frowned too. ‘Why would Rose need them?’ He asked, appalled.
Pepper’s eyes widened. ‘I didn’t realise she was on them… But it’s no wonder after what you put her through.’
Loki didn’t listen to anymore. He teleported back into Rosie’s bathroom and grabbed the pills, then teleported to the kitchen to look for her. He spotted her in the corner of the room at a table, there was no one else around.
He stormed over towards her, perhaps a bit too quickly as she looked up and looked scared as he approached her. But then she was confused when he took her pills and put them down on the table on front of her.
‘Why are you filling your body with this ridiculous junk?’ Loki asked a bit too harshly, but he just couldn’t understand why she would do it.
Rosie was stunned for a moment, unable to process what the hell was going on.
‘I… I’ve needed them for a while now. They help.’ Rosie said quietly as she reached over the table and grabbed the bottle back.
Loki frowned. ‘These will mess with your mind, you don’t need them.’
‘You can’t tell me what I need or don’t need anymore! You gave that up when you just left me!’ Rosie snapped and stood up quickly, tears instantly started falling down her face.
‘I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, for anyone. That I wasn’t worthy of having a Daddy or even just a boyfriend. Not even worth two minutes of your time to tell me face to face or even call to tell me it was off. Instead you left me wondering for days, weeks, months, what happened and what I did wrong. Over and over I kept thinking about what I did wrong to make you leave, and what I could have done to keep you happy. These pills were the fourth ones to try, to help calm my brain down. To stop the dark thoughts from plaguing my mind every single day and night.’
She took a breath and tried to stop crying, but she just couldn’t. Her sight was all blurry.
‘It became obvious when I saw the news about you… I would be in no league for a God. But then I started mulling over why you even took interest in the first place. Probably nothing more than just a play toy, something to pass some of your time.’
Rosie was just folding up some of her washing in the living room while the TV was on in the background. She tried to keep herself busy enough, anything to try and stop herself from thinking about him. 
Suddenly an emergency news bulletin overcame the usual TV programmes. There was an attack happening in New York, aliens. 
Looking up at the TV, her eyes widened at seeing the destruction going on. She saw The Avengers there trying to save the day as always. 
But when the camera zoomed in briefly on the villain trying to take over, her heart stopped and she started sobbing uncontrollably. 
It was Loki. It was him. 
She couldn’t believe it as she fell to the floor on her hands and knees, crying and screaming in anger, frustration, sadness, fear. Everything rolled into one.
‘No wonder he left… He’s a God. I’m nothing but an ant in comparison, probably a toy for him to play with just to pass the time while he was here to scope out the planet.’ She rambled to herself as she hauled herself back up to her feet and threw the rest of her clothes on the floor, not caring anymore.
But that was the first of many days of not caring anymore, down a dark spiral.
Loki was stunned at her outburst. And seeing her so upset broke his heart, he was unable to do anything to comfort her. Not that he thought she would let him hold her anyway.
‘Rose… Rosie… I, that was never what’
Rosie didn’t give him a chance, she grabbed her things and darted past him, running out of the kitchen from him. And Loki found he was unable to move from the spot to go after her, as much as he wanted to.
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mercy-burning · 3 years
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Payback
Summary: After Reader surprises Spencer at a BAU holiday party, he can’t stop thinking about her. Category: Fluff Word Count: 4.2k NOTE: This is my first little fic, I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’ve always wanted to write it, so please let me know what you think! I hope you like it! And if there’s anything I should include in the before/summaries of my stuff in the future, please let me know! I’d love to write more but I’m not sure what everyone wants to see. Thank you!
***
He could still taste peppermint. It's been 8 days and still, every time his lips press together, Spencer swears he can taste her peppermint lip gloss coating them. It's all he's been able to think about as of late.
And no sooner than he could taste her lips, he could see her face, the way her eyes had glimmered after just a glass of champagne, amused and proud of her actions. He tried not to think about how dumbfounded he must have looked, completely frozen and practically unable to function properly, let alone at all. His mind betrayed him, though only for a second before he focused on the way she'd lovingly patted his cheek and whispered, "There you go," before pressing her lips together and turning away.
The whole ordeal had only lasted no longer than five seconds, but to Spencer it had felt like a lifetime. Time had slowed to a stop and refused to move forward the very moment she grabbed his face.
Truth be told, he should have seen it coming. For years since Y/N had joined the BAU, his friends had teased him relentlessly about her. More specifically, Morgan had caught him staring at her from across the jet once upon a time, her first case with the team, and when she'd looked up and smiled at Spencer, causing him to give a small wave and immediately avert his gaze, Morgan laughed from beside him and stated, "You couldn't be more obvious if you tried, Pretty Boy."
Emily and Rossi, who were seated across from them, didn't even have to turn around to know what was happening, and the shared a knowing smile before Hotch had returned from the bathroom and started debriefing.
Spencer had tried to play it cool at first, blowing off his friends' teasing remarks and sometimes crude gestures, but deep down he knew they were all right. And if they were able to see just how badly he liked Y/N, then it was probably no secret that she'd been able to tell as well. The thought made him nervous, but in the three years since he and Y/N had come to be better friends, he'd gotten more comfortable and a little (but not by much) less blush-prone when she paid him a smile or occasionally brushed her hand against his.
Nonetheless, the teasing from the rest of the team had slowed significantly, though it hadn't entirely stopped. Every time they all got together for a dinner at Rossi's or a party for the holidays, Y/N got dressed up, and every time without fail Spencer couldn't help but admire her beauty. Of course he'd found her beautiful all the time, but there was something about the way she held herself during these events, almost like she knew she was the most stunning person in the room, that drove him crazy, and even intimidated him a little. (She's way out of my league, he'd thought to himself once.)
And every single time, either Morgan or Garcia, or pretty much anyone else, but those two specifically, would try to get him to talk to her, to ask her on a date, or to just flirt with her. But, as usual, Spencer brushed it off, and each night he would go the entire time without taking his friends' advice, much to their chagrin.
Sometimes he wished he had, that he was brave enough to say something to her, anything beyond the usual, "you look nice" before quickly changing the subject. And a few times he almost came close, but some small part of his conscience told him that she wouldn't reciprocate. That he was too weird and that she was too good for him. And then he would chastise himself for even thinking that he would have a shot, and he'd have to live with the fact that he would just be teased by his friends forever about this perfect woman that he would never have the courage to come clean to.
But all the same, he was just naïve enough to believe that he could get away that one night without any trouble.
It was the day before Christmas Eve, and Rossi had generously decided to host a small get-together before everyone would be with their families for the holidays. As usual his place was beautiful, but even more so with all the twinkling lights and garland.
The team was shuffling around the kitchen, talking amongst themselves and drinking their drinks of choice, when Y/N appeared next to Spencer, a glass of champagne in hand.
And just like every time before, he felt his heart tug at his chest as he looked at her, so close to him he could smell her perfume and feel her warmth. She wore an emerald green dress that stopped below her knees, the sleeves long and the neckline plunging down to the top of her stomach in a deep V-shape. Four thin, glittery strips of silver attached the two sides of the V together, getting smaller as they went down. Her hair was worn up, a high pony tail that tumbled in curls down the back of her head, a few strands curled and framing the sides of her face. Her eyelids glittered red and her lips were sheer and shimmering.
She practically sparkled as she spoke to him, a beacon of elegance and beauty, and it took everything inside of Spencer to resist grabbing her face and kissing her in front of all their friends.
She finished her glass of champagne as he was telling her about his holiday plans, setting the glass on the table in front of her before a squeal—no doubt from Garcia—cut him off, mostly out of concern.
"What is it?" Y/N asked for him.
Morgan and Emily came strolling up to see what the commotion was about before they laughed and fist-bumped.
"What?" Spencer repeated, thoroughly confused.
Rossi came up to join, nodding as he raised his drink. "Ah, the magic of mistletoe."
"Look up," Garcia added, pointing to the ceiling above where Spencer and Y/N were standing.
Sure enough, mistletoe was hanging above them, and though he knew what that meant, his first instinct was to talk.
"You know, the Druids came to view mistletoe as a symbol of liveliness due to the fact that it could blossom even during wintertime. In hopes of restoring fertility they would administer it to humans, and even animals."
He refused to look at Y/N. He couldn't. He knew that the second he did, he'd give himself away, if he hadn't already before. And just as he was about to spit out more facts about mistletoe, he felt time slow down.
The words caught in his throat, dissipated, and replaced themselves with the smallest of whimpers. He hoped to God she wouldn’t hear it, for fear of giving himself away even further.
Instead he froze, completely shell-shocked when Y/N reached over, grabbed his face in her hands, and turned it to meet hers, taking no time at all to press her lips against his in a burning kiss. At least, that's how it felt for him.
He wasn't sure how she was feeling, but in that moment he could only think about how his entire being burned at her touch. And though she only kissed him for no longer than three seconds, keeping the entire thing short and sweet, the taste of her peppermint flavored lip gloss lingering on his lips, the way she looked at him, and the way she patted his cheek and the way she whispered, "There you go," before turning away and taking her empty glass with her... All of it was enough to make Spencer feel like he'd just experienced Heaven itself.
She was the actual human embodiment of Heaven, he was sure of it.
So by the time he'd recovered from his haze and found it in himself to breathe again, Spencer went back to pretending he wasn't phased, because after all he was in a room with all his friends who knew better, and the more he could keep pretending, the less he would be left to think about how Y/N had completely shaken him to his core.
But now it's the night before New Year's Eve, and he'd been thinking for days now how to deal with this. Because every time she'd looked at him since then, every time she'd say his name or playfully wink at him, it drove him mad. He closed his eyes and there she was, in all her shimmering, heavenly glory, taking up every thought, every ounce of being he had to offer. She owned him and she didn't even know it.
Or maybe she did.
There was one day, December 28th to be precise, when he swore she was messing with him, gauging his reaction. First of all, she'd worn a skirt to work, which she barely ever did, not to mention it was cold and snowy, and hardly the right weather to comfortably wear one, and a tight one at that. And Y/N seemed to be particularly and unusually clumsy that day, because she'd conveniently dropped her pen in front of Spencer's desk, or accidentally spilled water on her white shirt, exposing some of her bra. And every single time, She'd looked up to see him staring at her, as he'd never been able to resist doing.
The way she talked to him was different, too, her voice almost lullaby-like. And when she'd ask a question about something she clearly knew, she bit her lip immediately afterwards, her head tilted down and her eyes fluttered up, almost like she was embarrassed to ask for help.
By the end of the day Spencer was exhausted, not to mention still overwhelmed and completely burned by her presence. And it didn't help that everyone else around him knew what was happening. The teasing then was just as relentless as it had been the first week Y/N started working with them, made worse by the fact that she'd kissed him and left him absolutely ruined.
He had to do something, or he was sure he wouldn't survive.
***
Even though the team had just been together for Christmas, once again they all found themselves gathered around a fancy setting for New Year's.
This time Y/N decided she wanted to host, since none of the team have ever been to her house. In the three years since she'd worked with them, she figured it would be a good way to ring in the new year.
Her house wasn't as big or extravagant as Rossi's—no one's was, really—but she'd made do with what elegance she had to offer.
Even though everyone was bringing a small dish to eat, Y/N wanted to go all out. So, she decided to bake two pecan pies and a chocolate chip banana bread, all that culinary training throughout her first two years of college not entirely going to waste. She'd even made complimentary cupcakes for the team, each one flavored and decorated uniquely to each new friend she'd made from her time at the BAU, their names piped on every one with icing.
For Garcia, she made a vegan lemon blueberry cupcake frosted with a homemade vegan whipped cream, complete with a little glitter and 'penny' piped in pink.
For Derek, a peanut butter mocha cupcake with chocolate frosting and decorated with gold glitter and peanut butter chips, his name piped in white.
For Emily, a red velvet with vanilla buttercream and a ring of red and white marbled frosting around it, her name piped in red.
For JJ, a chocolate cupcake filled with raspberry coulis and topped with dark chocolate buttercream, silver pearls making a circle around the outside and her name piped in pink.
Hotch's cupcake was a chocolate with coconut frosting and 'Hotch' piped in vibrant blue, along with some swirled patterns around the edges.
Rossi's was her favorite to make, simply because it was so out of the box. It was a chocolate cupcake filled and topped with maple whipped cream, sprinkled with chopped up, caramelized bacon. She hoped he'd like it, but just in case it was too unconventional, she whipped up extra cupcakes of each. That way everyone could also try different ones if they wanted.
And that left Spencer.
The whole week leading up to the party, Y/N was concocting her recipes, trying to figure out which flavors everyone would like the best. She knew that Spencer would gladly take anything she'd given him, but after the Christmas party, she wanted to give him something to remember.
Truth be told, she wasn't even going to kiss him that night. She was more than happy to let him go on about mistletoe in an attempt to avoid what everyone else so desperately wanted them to do, but right before he finished his first fact, Emily glanced at Y/N and nodded her head, mouthing "do it".
And in a split second decision, she decided screw it.
And then she kissed him.
Though Y/N wasn't sure how he would feel before she did it, she could tell almost immediately when she did that he'd wanted something like that to happen for a while, because he practically whined against her mouth. She felt it more than heard it, it was so small, but there was no mistaking that it had happened, only confirmed by the fact that he slightly leaned into her once it was happening.
And then she pulled away, and she could have swore he tried to chase after her, not wanting it to end. But shock won over, because he opened his eyes and they were as wide as she'd ever seen them, his lips parted and shimmering faintly from where her lip gloss had transferred.
Y/N didn't want him to know that she could hardly breathe, seeing him like that, feeling him embrace her action, so she'd quickly brushed it off, patted his cheek and whispered, "There you go".
In hindsight, she wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say. All the things she could have told him in the moment, and "There you go" is what came out? Really?
So she picked up her empty glass as the team laughed and clapped, putting distance between everyone to get more champagne and compose the rapid beating of her heart.
She went home that night and thought about Spencer. Naturally. She tried not to think about the small part of her brain that said he was only shocked because it was unexpected and not because he wanted her. Instead, she tried to recall every interaction they'd had together, wondering how she could have missed the obvious.
There'd been countless times where Y/N had caught him staring at her, only for him to look away and pretend like he hadn't been... And to think, every time she just thought maybe she'd had something stuck in her teeth or a stain on her shirt. She just had to think something was wrong, when in fact, everything was perfectly fine.
So she decided that after everyone went back to work, she'd test it out.
One tight skirt and a few 'accidental' mishaps later, Y/N was sure.
And so, as she laid out the cupcakes on the table, Y/N put Spencer's in the middle. It was a vanilla bean cupcake, filled with peppermint whipped cream and crushed candy canes. The peppermint whipped cream was piped on the top as well, and she topped it off with a silver shine and his last name piped in red cursive lettering. On the outside you couldn't tell it was peppermint, but he'd sure taste it. And Y/N couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he did.
Everyone started to arrive shortly after Y/N finished getting dressed. She decided on a sleeveless black velvet dress with a high neckline that fit snugly around her throat. It was tight and ended just above the knee, accentuating just about everything. She put her hair up in the same high ponytail as the Christmas party, though rather than curled, it was straight. Her makeup was simple, a little silver eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and red lipstick.
She'd just put in the second hoop earring when her doorbell rang. Y/N slipped on her black heels by the front door and opened it to find almost everyone there.
"Y/N!" Garcia's exuberance was the first thing she heard, and then she hugged her.
"Hey, guys, welcome!" she exclaimed with a smile as everyone filed in through the door, hugging her as they went on by.
"Morgan and Reid are on their way," Rossi said, handing her a bottle of wine. Blackberry merlot, her favorite.
"Man, it smells great in here," Emily noted, setting her jacket on the hook behind the door.
"Yeah, I might have went a little overboard and made everyone their own cupcakes," Y/N said. "And banana bread... and two pecan pies."
"Cupcakes?" Garcia inquired, almost devilishly.
Everyone laughed, and Y/N led the way to the dining room, where she had everything set up. In front was everyone's cupcakes lined up in a row, behind them the banana bread and the two pies on either side of it.
"Y/N, these look incredible!" JJ complimented. Everyone else agreed in unison, and it warmed Y/N's heart.
"Thanks guys. I made a few of each just in case you weren't happy with your cupcake. But you're free to have them now if you want." So she handed everyone their assigned cupcakes, explaining each of their contents and seeing their faces light up, save for Reid and Morgan, who still had yet to arrive.
And as if on cue, the doorbell rang again, and Y/N's heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"I'll go bring these out to them," she said, grabbing the remaining cupcakes and leaving her friends to enjoy.
Derek was at the door first, smiling as charmingly as ever. "Hey, Miss Thing."
"Hey, yourself," she laughed, opening the door and stepping aside for him to walk through. She handed him his cupcake after he took his coat off, setting it beside everyone else's. "I made everyone complimentary cupcakes. This one's for you. Peanut butter chocolate mocha."
Morgan's eyebrows raised and he smiled, taking the cupcake. "You didn't."
Y/N laughed again, nodding as he took a bite. "You can head inside through there, everyone else is enjoying their own."
He pulled her in for a side hug and muttered a 'thank you' through a mouth full of cupcake, making her laugh harder, before he disappeared into the kitchen.
When Y/N turned around, Spencer was taking off his coat, a smile plastered on his face. "You made cupcakes?"
She tried not to fall apart when she looked at him, his eyes as kind as ever, that smile so intoxicatingly sweet and so incredibly him. She gave him a small once-over, admiring the look he'd gone for, which consisted of black dress pants, a long-sleeved navy button down with the first few buttons opened and a tie hanging loose and open around his neck, revealing some of his chest. He'd opted to leave his hair rather messy, which was more than okay with her. If she hadn't known any better she'd say he'd just woken up, but the style choices seemed deliberate. Regardless, Y/N knew that whatever he'd shown up in would have taken her breath away.
She nodded, trying not to take too long to look him over. She held out her hands, the cupcake sitting in between them both. "Yeah, I did. Here's yours."
"You're not gonna tell me what kind it is?"
She laughed. "You'll just have to eat it and see."
"Well, thank you. It's pretty... You're pretty. Y-you look nice."
Y/N saw him take a breath right before blinking and looking down at the cupcake, peeling the wrapper away, and she almost forgot to say, "Thank you."
But she did.
And then he took a bite of the cupcake.
***
As soon as it passed his lips, Spencer knew. He'd been tasting peppermint all week, and of course that had just been him remembering the taste of her lip gloss before, but now the taste was unmistakably there.
It was the frosting, only faintly peppermint, but just enough to be highlighted against the sweet vanilla of the cupcake. The two flavors in harmony were just as much Heaven as she was.
He would have moved forward and kissed her right then had ne not already had a plan.
So, instead he nodded with a smile, swallowing the bite he'd taken and stepping forward to be closer to her. "It's amazing. Thank you."
He looked down at her, and she looked back up at him, her eyes just as beautiful as they had been the night of the Christmas party.
"You're welcome," she replied softly, eyes drifting to his lips.
Spencer smiled at her before passing her and walking to the kitchen, leaving her behind.
Little did she know, he was practically buzzing from head to toe.
***
The night passed quickly, everyone laughing, having drinks, and happily eating.
It amused Y/N that the vanilla peppermint cupcakes ended up being everyone's favorite by the end of the night. The team had no idea the reasoning behind the specific flavor, and she almost had to wonder what they'd say if they did know.
Though, she wasn't sure it mattered. Because Spencer had pretty much ignored her all night. Of course he'd talked to her if they were brought up in conversation together, but he rarely even looked at her, and in the event that he did, it felt purely platonic and unlike every other time before.
Was he ignoring her on purpose? Did he secretly hate the stunt she pulled with the cupcake and decide to punish her for it? Or maybe, she'd merely imagined the chemistry in the first place. It had all been a figment of her imagination, something her mind made up to make up for the fact that she sucked at dating and hadn't had affection from a man in years.
That last one seemed bit of a stretch, but at this point Y/N didn't rule anything out.
Eventually she shifted her focus to having fun with her friends, this found family she'd been happily apart of for three years. It was her first time hosting a get-together at her house, and she was proud to share it with them. In an effort to prove just how much it meant, Y/N made a toast right before midnight. The TV was muted, and she'd unmute it when the ball was ready to drop.
Looking around at all her friends, Y/N smiled gratefully. "I want to start this off by saying how sorry I am that it took me this long to invite you all over to my house. But hopefully I made up for it with all the sweets." A small group of laughter filled the room for a moment before she continued. "And I know New Year's is supposed to be celebrated in hopes of being a better person and bettering yourself in the future, but... I know all of you, so... That's already been taken care of. I love you guys."
"Here, here!" Rossi announced, raising his drink. Everyone else followed suit, and after taking a sip, Y/N unmuted the TV. There was about a minute left until the ball would drop, and it would be a new year.
After filling up her drink one more time, Y/N stood in the back of the living room to take in all of her friends, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the new year to ring in.
But someone was missing.
Just as she'd thought it, Spencer showed up beside her, and she turned to smile at him. "Hey."
"That was a nice speech," he said, setting his drink down on the table beside him.
You followed suit and nodded. "Thanks. It was kind of cheesy, but..."
"No, I... I think it was sweet."
Y/N wasn't sure what else to say, so she nodded, and looked back at the TV. There was about 20 seconds left, and everyone started counting.
She started counting with them, Spencer still at her side.
"19, 18, 17, 16..."
Before she even knew what was happening, Spencer's hand brushed out against hers. She thought it was an accident, but he'd been moving closer as the seconds rolled by.
But that couldn't be. Because she'd imagined everything before, so why wouldn't she imagine this, too?
"12, 11, 10, 9, 8..."
His heart was beating so fast in his chest, he could have sworn everyone around would be able to hear it. Time was running out, and he knew that he couldn't chicken out this time. Morgan had even spent all afternoon and the entire car ride here helping him figure out how to do it properly. And if he backed out then the teasing would be relentless.
"4, 3, 2, 1..."
The second Y/N finished chanting the final number, she felt a pair of hands grab her face.
And then Spencer's mouth was on hers, even better than it'd been before. Only this time, she kept him close to her when he tried to pull away. But he was happy to oblige, and they stayed like that, lips pressed together and hands caressing each others' faces. Maybe their friends were watching them, and maybe they weren't. It didn't matter. Nothing else mattered but that kiss.
Y/N pulled away first, though she kept her forehead pressed against his. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her, everything falling into place.
"What was that for?" she asked softly, though she didn't actually care.
"Payback," was his answer, plain and simple.
She rolled her eyes lovingly and then pressed another small, sweet kiss to his lips before they broke apart completely, and then she laughed.
"What?" Spencer asked.
Y/N ran her tongue over her bottom lip before patting his cheek. "You taste like peppermint."
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Struggling - Jasper Hale (smut)
Request by anon: can i request a jasper hale imagine where they’ve been together for awhile but have never slept together because jasper always pulls away (he’s scared he’ll hurt her/be tempted) and she complains to alice about it and jasper overheard them and decides next time her sees reader he’ll pleasure her bc he feels bad for leaving her hanging so much? thanks!
Enjoy my loves. xxx
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(Y/n) knew how much Jasper was struggling with getting physical, he wouldn’t take it any further than kissing, too scared to lose control and hurt her, something he’d never recover from. She tried to be as understanding as possible, she didn’t want to pressure him, knowing that he’d only keep on backing away from her, but she was only a normal human being, with needs and desires. 
“Hey, what’s going on with you?”, Alice, the pixie like vampire, grasped (y/n)s hand, eyes switching up to her golden ones, a sigh left her lips, placing herself down in one of the kitchen chairs. The boys were out for hunting, leaving (y/n), Rosalie, Esme and Alice behind, giving them some bonding time, something they were desperately in need of. (Y/n) had always been close with the girls, especially Alice, “uhm, well, you know how much I love Jasper right?”, Alice sat down next to her. 
“Of course I do.”, Alice thumb was moving across the back of (y/n) hand, trying to calm her “sister” down, “well, he’s really struggling with, you know, touching me. And I honestly really understand it and I feel so bad for having those thoughts, but.”, she took a deep breath, momentarily closing her eyes. 
(Y/n) was too focused on Alice, to hear the boys entering the house, Jasper was walking up the stairs, towards the kitchen, coming to a halt as he picked up on (y/n)s voice, “I have needs as well and I just want him to touch me, you know? I don’t want to pressure him into anything, but it would be nice to get a bit closer to him, to break through this big, invisible wall that keeps us apart.”. 
Jaspers eyebrows were knitted together, he had never really thought about the way his reservation would affect her, not realizing that she was equally struggling. Alice eyes found Jaspers, giving him a slight nod, before watching him disappear, he’d need some time, to sort out his thoughts, all of this was new to him. 
Alice had tried to comfort (y/n), trying to make her understand, why Jasper was that scared of losing control, trying to describe the way their brains would work on autopilot as soon as they’d give into their instincts, only thinking about claiming their prey, urged on by their desire for blood. (Y/n) would keep on forgetting, that they were predators, they’d able to snap her neck in a second, (y/n) came to terms with the fact, that it would probably take some more time for Jasper to overcome his fears. 
“Darlin’.”, (y/n) stepped into his room, she’d spend most of her time at the Cullens mansion, her parents were busy with work anyways and would barely be at home. A smile tugged on her lips as she grasped his hand, kissing his palm, “I missed you.”, she nestled her forehead against the crook of his neck, eyes closed, he grasped her middle, fell backwards against the bedsheets, (y/n) on top of him. 
Jasper combed his fingers through her hair, his mind was racing, debating wether or not he should tell her, that he had been overhearing her talk with Alice,  “can I try something?”, she lifter her head off his chest, curious eyes finding his, waiting for him to keep on. The vampire pulled her in for a kiss, hands grasping the fabric of her shirt, he flipped them around, forearms placed beside her head, he was deepening the kiss. 
Her heart was rapidly beating, (y/n) was too focused on his lips, to notice the way his hands were slowly creeping underneath her shirt, exploring their new territory. The moment his fingertips reached the outlines of her bra, her eyes snapped open, hands slightly pushing him off, “what are you doing?”, she was confused, this was new to her. “I overheard your talk with Alice, I’m sorry. I want to see how far I can go, if you let me.”, he kissed her jawline, hands still placed near her bra, waiting for any reaction from her. 
Her mind was racing, she felt unsure of herself, slightly embarrassed, (y/n) nodded her head, gasping as he cupped her breasts, adding some pressure to his touch. His hands were moving to her back, unclasping her bra, (y/n) pulled her shirt off, not breaking their eye contact, letting him pull off her bra. “Beautiful.”, Jasper pressed a few feather light kisses to her soft skin, her heart was fluttering at the sweet gesture, sighing as he attached his lips to her nipples. 
The sounds that fell from her lips, urged him on, encouraged him to keep on touching her, moaning as she tugged on his roots, hands tangled in his blonde curls. Jasper lifted his head off her chest, golden eyes finding her (y/e/c) ones, watching her features as one hand moved downwards, to her core. “You don't nee-.”, her mouth snapped shut as he slipped her skirt off her legs, thumb finding her clothed clit almost automatically. 
(Y/n) couldn’t grasp the fact, that he was actually touching her, finally exploring her body, the way she had dreamt of so many times. “Can I?”, his accent was tick as he placed with the strings of her panties, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, he wanted her to feel equally comfortable. “Yes.”, she breathed out, head falling back into the pillow, his hands moved her panties down, taking in the sight in front of hi, cursing himself for not touching her earlier on. 
“Relax.”, Jasper whispered, he was leaning on his left forearm, while his right hand kept on exploring her, he swiped two fingers through her wet folds, mesmerized by the sight of her wetness, knowing that he was the one to make her feel like this. He touched her clit, eyes wandering up to her features as he began to add pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves, “good?”, he felt the need to receive some vocal reassurance from her. “God, yes, please, keep on doing that.”, she grasped his left hand, moaning as he kept on picking up the speed of his movement. 
Jasper felt quite brave in the moment he began to suck on her clit, smirking against her skin as she loudly moaned out, he teased her entrance with his pointer finger, slowly slipping into her core. “More.”, (y/n) managed to rasp out, a satisfied sigh left her lips as he added a second finger to her heat, pounding into her, while he kept on pleasuring her clit with his tongue. Jasper managed to graze her sweet spot, (y/n) legs were shaking, “I'm close”, she warned him. 
The vampire kept his eyes on hers, wandering across her face, (y/n) mouth was wide open as she came around his fingers, moaning out his name, this had felt so much better than in her imagination. Jasper wiped his fingers clean as he slowly rose from the bed, taking in the sigh of her flushed cheeks, a proud grin on his lips, “thank you”, (y/n) grasped the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. 
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charincharge · 3 years
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"Maybe if I stab you, you'll understand what I'm feeling like right now" - for the period one
I Don’t Want To Wait, eighth grade
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rowaelin high school bff au: past-take masterlist
AN: Another holiday, another past-take. Enjoy this super sweet ride back to eighth grade with our two favorite idiots. And have a very Happy Valentine’s Weekend! xoxo, Char
Excitement rippled through the halls of Orynth Middle School as the eighth graders gathered their valentines from their lockers and headed to the pick-up circle for the end of the day. A steady stream of whispers flowed through the halls, discussing their big evening plans. It was the grade’s first boy/girl party, and everyone was talking about it — whether they’d been invited or not. It was being thrown by a new student, who’d just transferred schools from Eyllwe. Nehemia was stunningly beautiful with her rich brown skin and long braids clasped in ornate gold accessories, coming into eighth grade with an air of sophistication and worldliness that had everyone clamoring for her attention. And apparently she thought the best way to make friends was to throw an exclusive Valentine’s Day party in her family’s rented house on the outskirts of Terrasen.
Anyone who was anyone had been invited, and though Aelin would never admit it, she was relatively surprised when she’d opened her mailbox last week and found the invitation waiting for her. Surprised, but thrilled.
“What are you going to wear?” Lysandra asked. “What does ‘festive casual’ even mean?”
“Red?” Rowan piped in, shoving his gloved finger into Aelin’s shoulder. “You look good in red, Ace.”
“I do look good in red,” Aelin smiled, hoping that the blush that rose to her cheeks would be hidden by her already flushed skin, red from the cold February winds.
Aelin was grateful that her two closest friends would also be there tonight. She couldn’t imagine being brave enough to go to a party without Lysandra or Rowan.
Lys flicked her chestnut hair dramatically over her shoulder, sighing loudly. “I look fine in red, but I look way better in green.” She pursed her lips. “I do have that pink top I got over Christmas,” Lysandra added thoughtfully.
“The low cut one?” Aelin gasped, remembering the sparkly pink top Lysandra had purchased on a whim. She only remembered it because she’d tried on the same one in blue and had put it back immediately, deeming it much too revealing to feel comfortable in. Though she guessed she didn’t have anything to show off in that particular department quite yet.
A wicked grin appeared on Lysandra’s face as she shrugged. “Some of us are going to try and get kissed tonight.”
Aelin tried her very hardest not to look in Rowan’s direction at the mention of kissing, but she couldn’t help it. She let her blue eyes slide to his face, and she watched as his cheeks paled, staring at her in horror, his jaw tensing as he breathed in deeply.
“There’s going to be kissing at this party?”
“What did you think was going to happen?” Lysandra laughed at Rowan’s discomfort, and Aelin watched as his brow furrowed and his nose scrunched up as if he’d just smelled something terrible. “Don’t you have someone you want to kiss?”
Aelin’s heart thumped erratically in her chest, waiting for him to answer Lysandra’s question with an annoyingly hopeful heart.
“What?” Rowan asked, scrunching his nose further. “No. No way.”
“What about you, Aelin?” Lysandra asked, and Aelin opened her mouth to answer, wondering what she was going to say; it’s not like she could tell anyone the real answer. She was infinitely relieved when a car horn beeped in her direction.
Her dad leaned over and waved to her and her friends, and Aelin had never been more grateful to see him than in that moment. She gathered her backpack from the sidewalk and ran to the car without answering her friend.
“See you tonight!” she called out as she entered the warmth of her dad’s sedan.
Her stomach churned as she glanced out the window and saw Rowan’s curious gaze following after her. She buckled her seatbelt and tore her eyes away from his. As if she hadn’t been nervous enough before, now she had to think about kissing?
She took a deep breath and ignored the uncomfortable pang that settled in her stomach. She’d been looking forward to this party all week, and it was going to be amazing. Whether she was kissed or not.
. . .
“Well, you look very pretty, Fireheart,” Rhoe said as Aelin finally came down the stairs. It had taken her two hours to find the perfect outfit, but she finally had. She spun around, feeling incredibly in her red off the shoulder sweater and black skirt. She loved the way it flared around her knees when she spun, showing off the patterned tights she’d pulled from the bottom of her drawer. They were a little snug and pinched at her waist, but it was far too cold to go anywhere with bare legs.
“Thanks,” she said, wrapping a bright red ribbon around her half ponytail.
“You ready to go?” he asked, and she nodded, excited. They made their way to Rowan’s to pick him up, and Aelin couldn’t help but smile as she saw him. He jogged excitedly to the car, making his way into the backseat with Aelin.
“Where’s your red?” Aelin asked, and she could feel her cheeks heat as he shrugged off his thick jacket to reveal a red and white baseball t-shirt underneath. How did Rowan look so cute in everything?
Aelin let her eyes tear away from her handsome best friend to his Aunt, who was approaching the car with a big wave. Rhoe rolled down the window to greet the woman whose long dark hair was curled into smooth waves and her eyes smudged with dark shadow, making her look even more stunning than usual.
“Whoaaa, big date tonight?” Rhoe asked, and Maeve laughed heartily.
“It’s rare I have a Friday night to myself.” She paused. “I am going out to dinner, but don’t worry, I will have my phone on.”
Rhoe smiled as he handed her Aelin’s overnight bag.
“Reminder,” Rhoe said, pointing to the kids in his backseat. “I am at the station tonight, but if you want to leave this party at any time, Maeve will come and get you.”
“Dadddd,” she whined as Maeve nodded effusively. “We’re going to be fine.”
He sighed and patted Aelin’s knee, squeezing it gently. “You’re so big now. You’re practically grown ups.”
“I’m only thirteen,” she laughed.
Rowan sat up taller as he announced, “I’m fourteen.”
“We know,” Maeve laughed. “Have fun, you two. See you at nine.”
Despite her best friend at her side, the drive to Nehemia’s house was long enough for the nerves in Aelin’s stomach, which had previously subsided, to start tumbling around furiously again. She tugged at the waistband of her skirt, giving herself room to breathe a little deeper, but it didn’t help. She kept remembering the word ‘kissing’ and getting nervous all over again. Was she going to kiss someone tonight? Would Rowan? Her stomach clenched uncomfortably at that thought.
“You okay?” Rowan asked, noticing her fidgeting beside him.
“Mhm,” she nodded.
He definitely knew she was lying, but she was grateful he didn’t press her. She didn’t think she’d be able to explain what was causing her so much anguish.
“Wow, nice place…” Rhoe commented as he pulled up the long driveway. Nice was a bit of an understatement. The house was much less a house and more of a castle. Giant windows took up most of the front of the house, showing the thriving party inside. “Have fun!” Rhoe called out to them, but Aeiln was only focused on her breathing. The nerves in her gut had multiplied and exploded, and she was starting to feel like she had a real stomach ache.
Rowan exited the car first, and she was grateful that he reached back and helped her out of the car. She felt unsteady on her feet.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, and Aelin nodded again, relieved that he let her link her arm with his as they made their way into the party.
Inside it was, like, a real party. Aelin struggled to take another breath, looking at the boys and girls dancing closely, backs and fronts pressed against each other with not a millimeter of air between them as hips swayed in time with the music overhead. Grinding. Lysandra had told her the name for that particular dance. People were grinding.
Of course that’s where Lysandra was already, on the dance floor with some boy’s hands placed dangerously low on her hips as they moved together. Aelin gulped. Was she going to have to dance like that? She didn’t think she’d be able to.
“I don’t have to dance, do I?” Rowan asked quietly, and Aelin smiled as she looked over at his panicked face.
“No way,” she said, thinking the exact same thing.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Where do we go first?” Aelin asked, looking to Rowan for guidance, but it was as if his shyness had been activated at the sight of so many people. He shoved his hands into his pockets and his shoulders hunched over as his eyes scanned the crowds of students.
Ugh. He would be no use.
“Aelin!” Aelin gasped as two dark arms wrapped around her shoulders, hugging her tightly and pulling her away from Rowan. “Thank you so much for coming!”
Aelin nodded dumbly at her party host, who smiled widely at the pair who’d just entered her house. She wore a flowy pink top that billowed around her like an ethereal cloud and jeans that looked more expensive than anything Aelin had ever owned. Aelin struggled to say something, but she didn’t have to worry. Nehemia was playing gracious host, explaining the set up to them as she gave them a small guided tour.
“Feel free to join people on the dance floor,” she explained, pointing to the wooden floor that had been set up in the middle of the room. “I think there are a few games going on in the other room, if you’re not up for dancing,” she continued, pointing to the circle of kids on the plush couches on the other side of the hall, hovered around a table. “And we have tons of snacks in the kitchen.”
Aelin could practically hear the relief flow through Rowan as Nehemia led them to her mostly empty kitchen. It was much calmer and quieter without the music blaring overhead, plus… Nehemia might have undersold when she said there were “snacks” available. It looked like the baking display at Maeve’s on special holidays. Despite the uncomfortable band pinching her waist, she couldn’t help but gasp in delight as she saw the spread in the kitchen.
Pink frosted cupcakes were plated by the dozen, surrounded by bowls upon bowls of all kinds of chocolate. Chocolate covered pretzels with red sugar crystals, heart shaped chocolates in beautiful red wrappers, bowls of powder covered truffles…. Aelin licked her lips. She loved chocolate.
“Want something, Ace?” Rowan asked, half laughing because she was certain he already knew the answer.
“Cupcake please!”
Nehemia smiled. “Oh, I’m glad you’re going to take one. We ordered them special from my favorite bakery in Eyllwe,” she told Aelin, and she nodded excitedly, happy that she seemed to have gained approval from the new girl.
She reached for the cupcake in Rowan’s hands and took a large bite immediately. She hummed with happiness as the chocolate cake and strawberry frosting hit her tongue, relishing in the sweetness.
“So good,” she mumbled through the crumbs, earning another smile from Nehemia. She managed to inhale it in about three bites, laughing as Rowan flicked a stray crumb from her nose. “Whoops,” she laughed. Nehemia joined in the laughter but flitted off to welcome her next party guests — an overhead ding announced the front door opening.
“Want to go check out the games?” Rowan asked, and Aelin nodded. Since grinding with Rowan was not an option, games sounded safer.
But as they made their way into the adjacent room, Aelin realized her mistake. A glass bottle spun slowly, making its way around the circle and finally landed on a grinning Dorian Havillard. She felt her stomach tumble as he leaned over the table and pressed his lips against a shy girl in her computer class named Sorscha. Only, she didn’t seem so shy right now. She was kissing Dorian in front of practically her whole class!
Aelin was too afraid to look at Rowan, but out of the corner of her eye she could see him wringing his fingers in front of himself. A sure sign of discomfort.
The crowd cheered as the pair parted, their faces flushed and eyes glowing as Sorscha passed the bottle to a boy on her left. He turned around with a wide smile.
“You two wanna join?” he asked, scooting over to make room for Aelin and Rowan to sit. Umm. No. No they did not. Dancing would be less weird than this.
Aelin’s jaw almost came unhinged as Rowan replied with a quiet, “Sure.”
Sure? SURELY he knew what he was say yes to, right?
Aelin whipped around to look at him, his brow set in a determined line as he glanced back at her. He shrugged, as if to say Why not? And Aelin was positive her face read the thousand reasons why they could not. First, she didn’t want to risk kissing anyone except for Rowan. Second, she didn’t want to see Rowan kiss anyone else, and third, she absolutely didn’t want her first kiss to be in a game of spin the bottle? At a party? In front of all these people?
As Rowan began to sit, Aelin’s stomach flipped again. Like. Really bad. Like, worse than just nerves.
It had to be these tights. They felt like they were squeezing her insides, and now that there was food inside her, it needed to come out immediately. This was not good.
“Uh, does anyone know where the bathroom is?” Aelin asked the circle, avoiding eye contact with Rowan, who had fully sat down now. She knew it wasn’t smart to leave him alone to kiss whoever he wanted, but her stomach did that awful squeezing thing again, and she knew if she waited much longer she’d completely embarrass herself.
“Down the hall and to the right,” Sorscha pointed, and Aelin smiled graciously, ignoring Rowan’s raised brow, seemingly asking her What’s wrong?
“Be right back,” she mumbled, trying to walk calmly down the long hall, despite her insides feeling like they were revolting against her. Luckily, there was no one inside the small powder room, and she was able to slip in and lock the door, quickly divesting herself of her tights as she plopped down onto the toilet.
And that’s when she saw it. The small patch of dark red on the inside of her underwear.
No no no no no. Not now! Anything but this!
She didn’t have any kind of pad to use, and she desperately needed to get back to the game of spin the bottle. But she knew she was stuck.
Her heart pounded and tears stung at the corners of her eyes.
Desperately, she looked around the small bathroom. Surely there had to be something here, right? But as she took in the ornate pedestal sink and scanned the decorative shelves, displaying fancy bottles of perfume and pungent candles, she knew she was out of luck. There was absolutely no place to hide any kind of feminine products in this place.
How could she have been so stupid? It’s not like Aelin didn’t know that this day would come eventually, she just didn’t think it would be this day. Lysandra had gotten her period two years ago! It was so long ago, that Aelin had kind of forgotten that one day it’d happen to her, too. It wasn’t as if Rowan had to deal with anything like this.
Her eyes clouded with unshed tears as she thought of him. He was probably going to end up kissing some amazing girl tonight, and they’d fall in love, and she’d be his girlfriend and then probably wife, and they’d have beautiful children and live happily every after, all because Aelin had to hide inside the bathroom until Maeve came and got them in… she glanced at her phone… two more hours!
Another ripple of pain tightened across her abdomen, and she leaned over, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it was useless. She was going to die alone in the powder room of the coolest new girl in school, missing the party that everyone would surely be talking about come Monday.
She had to get back out there. She couldn’t lose Rowan to some random girl in a game of spin the bottle! And why was he so eager to play? Her worry spiraled again as she imagined his future happy life with some nameless faceless girl he kissed. Maybe she could scrunch up some toilet paper and put it in her underwear? At least she was wearing black, so nothing would show if it leaked. But as she was hit with another pang of nausea, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
A knock at the bathroom door startled her, as she cried out, “There’s someone in here!” as confidently as she could while feeling like she was being stabbed in the gut.
“Ace?” The last voice she wanted to hear right now called out. “Are you okay?” Rowan asked. “You’ve been gone for a while.”
“I’m fine!” she called out through clenched teeth.
She could see the shadow of his feet moving on the other side of the door and hoped that meant he’d left her alone, but she knew she wasn’t that lucky.  
“I can call Aunt Maeve to come get us if you’re not feeling well.”
Aelin let her head hang in defeat. She should just let him do that. But she knew Maeve hadn’t gotten all dressed up tonight just to come pick up Aelin, either. No. She could stick it out for a little bit longer.
“I’m not sick,” she said, pulling up her underwear and kicking off her too tight tights all the way. There was no way those were going back on. Not a chance.
“Are you…upset?” Rowan’s voice called through the door, and Aelin knew her best friend wasn’t going to leave her alone until he made sure she was fine. Which meant showing him her face.
She took a deep breath and turned the knob on the door, cracking it open just a fraction of an inch, but he pushed it open further. His eyes examined every inch of her face, looking at her thoroughly as a slow frown appeared on his lips.
“You are sick,” he said, holding the back of his hand to her clammy forehead, his frown deepening at her cool touch. She shivered, and his eyes dipped down to her bare legs in confusion.
“I’m not sick,” she whined. “I…” She took a deep breath. Was she really going to tell him this? Searching his stubborn gaze, she knew was going to. He’d never leave her alone otherwise. “I got my period,” she whispered as low as she could, and Rowan’s jaw loosened, forming a small o as he scanned her again.
“For the first time?” he asked, and she could feel her ire rising as he continued to hover in the doorway.
“Yes, for the first time,” she hissed. “And I don’t have… things.” She could feel her cheeks heating. “Will you please leave me alone and put a note on the door that it’s out of service or something?” she mumbled. The only thing that could make this worse was if she had to evacuate the bathroom.
Rowan nodded, shutting the door, and Aelin finally exhaled and let herself sink to the bathroom floor. She hugged her knees into her chest, realizing that if she pressed on her stomach, the pain slightly subsided there. She had just rested her cheek to her knees when there was another knock on the door.
“It’s just me,” Rowan said, causing Aelin to groan. Hadn’t she asked him to leave her alone? “Can I come in?”
Aelin didn’t bother standing up; she just reached for the doorknob and twisted it open with a loud sigh. Rowan looked around the empty bathroom for her, taking a second to find her curled up on the floor.
“Here,” he said, squatting down to her level and holding out his hand to her. She held hers below and looked up at him with wide eyes as two blue pills fell into her palm. “It’ll help.” He reached his other arm out and handed her a can of coke.
Without questioning how or why, Aelin placed the pills in her mouth and swallowed them quickly, enjoying the way the sweet bubbly liquid felt on her tongue. She was so rarely allowed to have soda, and it was delicious.
Rowan’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as he reached into his back pocket and handed her a small yellow wrapped square.
“This was all I could find in one of the upstairs bathrooms,” he said quietly. “I hope it’s okay?”
Aelin’s eyes looked anywhere but at the face that was far too close to hers as she took the pad from his fingers, mumbling out a small “Thanks.”
“Do you know how…” he asked, and Aelin thought she was going to burn alive from embarrassment as she pushed herself up to standing.
“I think I can figure it out,” she snapped, pushing him out of the bathroom and locking the door behind him. UGH! So embarrassing.
She sat on the toilet and unwrapped the square, her eyebrow raising as the pad unfolded itself. She examined it quickly, and deduced that it was pretty intuitive. She peeled off the paper adhesive and affixed the pad to the inside of her underwear, relieved that she wouldn’t have to worry about blood getting anywhere.
After washing her hands, she was about to retreat to her same spot on the floor when she saw those same shadows shuffling around on the other side of the door. Sighing, she opened the door again where a pacing Rowan was waiting for her.
“You’re hovering,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Leave me alone, Buzzard,” she said, enjoying the way the nickname sounded on her tongue.
“I called Aunt Maeve,” he said, his eyes apologetic. “She said she can be here in thirty minutes.” He watched as Aelin sighed again. “Do you want to go back out there? Or…”
He trailed off, and Aelin bit her lip and shook her head. The idea of rejoining the party seemed absolutely awful. “I’m just going to wait in here. Come get me when she’s here?”
Rowan nodded again and headed down the hall, and Aelin sank to the floor again, bringing her knees up to her chest in the only position that had made her feel comfortable so far. The floor was a little cold against the backs of her thighs, so she made a tiny seat for herself out of her scrunched up tights. She settled in and hoped the pills Rowan had brought her would kick in quickly. And that Rowan wouldn’t move on too quickly from her.
When there was a third knock at the door, Aelin didn’t even bother raising her head. She just chuckled softly and called out, “Come in.”
Rowan slipped in and closed the door behind him, settling next to her with a large bowl of chocolates she recognized from the elaborate kitchen spread Nehemia had showed them. She unwrapped one immediately and plopped it into her mouth, smiling when Rowan did the same.
“Don’t settle for a spark,” he read off the inside of the chocolate wrapper. “Light a fire instead.”
He snorted and crumpled up the foil, tossing it into the small trashcan in front of them.
“Calories only exist if you count them,” Aelin said, smiling wider.
“It does not say that,” Rowan laughed, grabbing the foil from her hands, which—did, in fact, say that.
“I’m sorry I ruined the party for you,” Aelin apologized. She felt horrible about that, but Rowan shook his head. “You could go back out there, if you wanted…”
“I only came to hang out with you anyway,” he said, causing something in Aelin’s chest to constrict tightly. Gods, she loved him so, so much.
Aelin sighed and placed her head down on her knees again, this time resting her cheek against them so she could look at Rowan beside her. He mirrored her position, his knees up and his face tilted toward hers, smiling softly. After a few minutes of silence, Rowan finally spoke up again.
“Does it really hurt?” he asked, and Aelin’s smile fell from her face as she acknowledged the all consuming pain residing in her lower stomach.
“Maybe if I stab you you’ll understand what I’m feeling like,” she said, and Rowan cringed.
“That bad?”
“Worse,” Aelin said, hugging her knees in tighter to fight off another wave of pain. “Thanks for…” she shrugged, taking another chocolate and popping it into her mouth.
Rowan shrugged back. “It’s nothing. Aunt Maeve gets cramps really bad.” His brows furrowed as he remembered some conversation with her. “She always told me I needed to be the kind of boyfriend who could buy tampons and pads and not be scared of a little blood.” His cheeks reddened as he sat up suddenly. “Not that I’m your boyfriend or that you have a boyfriend,” he sputtered, and Aelin sighed, knowing that was definitely true. “I just meant…” He sighed as his cheeks dotted with a deeper red. “You understand what I’m saying, right?” He cleared his throat, which was suddenly scratchy and dry. “Anyway, are you feeling better at all? The pain pills should be kicking in, and caffeine is supposed to help, too.”
Aelin snorted at her worrywart of a best friend. “Yes, Buzzard.”
He quirked his eyebrow at her in that way she utterly hated as he inquired about the repeated nickname. “Buzzard?”
“Yeah,” she said, poking at his bony shoulder. “Always circling around, watching me like a hawk.” She widened one eye as large as it could go, leaning her head toward him and causing him to laugh raucously. She loved that sound. She heard it so rarely. “Scavenging for supplies,” she added, nudging her knee into his.
“Buzzard,” he repeated matter-of-factly, solidifying the nickname.
“Thanks again for taking care of me, Buzzard,” she said quietly, watching a smile spread across his face. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here.”
“Any time,” he said, knocking his foot into hers.
“So, once a month?” she asked. “Every month? For the rest of my life?” She knew it was a lot, but if he was offering…she was definitely taking him up on it.
He snorted and handed her another chocolate. “Sure, Ace.”
She stuffed it into her mouth and smiled. Everyone was going to be talking about the fun they had at this party on Monday, but as she looked at her laughing best friend on the floor beside her, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
~*~
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The Last Days of Autumn, Chapter One
You know what, I am once again going to blame @separatist-apologist for this, although I don't have a clear reason as to why.
This will be a three or four part little series examining LoA and Lucien's relationship. It is entirely unedited because I'm hard like that and the first part has some SERIOUS trigger warnings for domestic violence at the end of the chapter.
This first part is depressing. I'm sorry. ALSO. Lyra is what I've named that big ass island off of the coast of the Day Court. It's just sitting there, being big, and it needed a name. So...Lyra.
Chapter One
Sometimes she still dreamed of those last days on Lyra, the sun beating down on her pale skin as she raced through the vineyard of a secluded estate overlooking the sea, screaming with laughter. The scent of sunkissed grapes and sea air was so vivid, staining her mind with the inescapable joy of a time that she would never get back. In some dreams, the dreams that mirrored her memories, she was swept off of her feet and up against her lover, his strong arms like metal bands around her as he carried his bounty back to their bed. In others, the sky turned dark overhead and she was caught in a sudden rainstorm, the lightning streaking overhead and the thunder drowning out her cries for help. When she looked around, she was always alone. Afraid. Unwanted.
In both versions, she always turned her face up to the sky in supplication, her hands on her belly. The dreams never went further before she awoke.
Tonight had been one of the bad ones.
Livia placed a hand to her racing heart, willing it to calm as she became oriented to the room around her. The familiar scent of apples and cinnamon teased her senses, and her hand gripped the heavy brocade of the bedcovers on her too-large, empty bed. The Forest House. Not Lyra. She was back in her own familiar hell, then.
Suddenly feeling smothered by the heavy air, Livia stumbled out of bed and to the large window across the room, grasping at the handles and then hauling them open. The coolness of the night flooded her bedchamber, offering relief to her heated skin. She collapsed into an overstuffed chair next to the window, pulling her legs up beneath her. She considered lighting a candle, but thought better of it. She didn’t want one of her ladies, all of them made up of the wives and daughters of Beron’s minions and toadies, scratching at her door and bothering her.
The night was silent. Oppressive.
She ached to hear the crash of the waves on the shore, to smell the sea salt on the air as she drowsed, safe and warm in a bed that never got cold, even during the dregs of autumn. She had last been in Lyra on an early November night that had somehow felt like the early blush of August.
Her heart constricted to think of that place, of that time. That night, in the waning days of an autumn that didn’t feel like autumn at all. The equinox of her greatest sorrow and her greatest joy.
It hadn’t felt like a goodbye, not really. And why would it? They had no idea what was coming, either of them. She remembered the ghost of hands as familiar to her as her own, tracing the lines and curves of her body. The curve of that full mouth against her ear as he whispered his desire and love for her and praised her for taking him so well. Everything that night had felt so wild and reckless and RIGHT, like it never had before in the hundreds of times that they had been together.
She remembered thinking she had never loved him so much as when he was holding her and swearing his love against her breast as he unknowingly gave her the greatest gift of her life.
Tears were streaming down her face now. The refreshment of the cool night air had turned into discomfort as a chill settled in her bones. Somewhere, a lonely owl cried out, the sound offering the unique solace of commiseration to a broken heart.
***
It was Solstice. The court was decorated accordingly, with a flourish of joyful opulence that none who lived under the oppression of Beron Vanserra truly felt. It was all a façade, a thin layer of functionality designed to hide the hideous rot beneath.
Livia hated Solstice. She had always hated it, at least since she had become Lady of Autumn. It marked the end of the cool days and nights and the beauty inherent in nature dying. Instead, it heralded the brutality of winter, for all that the Autumn Court never truly encroached into the bitter climes of that season.
Now, as she held court in her husband’s absence, a smile plastered to her face as she greeted the supplicants who hoped to appeal to their benevolent rulers, she remembered how much she truly did hate it. Beron had gone to the countryside some days earlier, likely with the usual gaggle of whores and yes-men that he perpetually surrounded himself with these days. He had known that the small folk of the country were coming for their annual visit to the Forest House; he simply had not cared and had left it to Livia to greet them and pretend that taxes weren’t going to be raised or that Beron’s noblemen weren’t going to ravish their crops and burn down their farms if they stepped out of line.
By the time the last person had left, it was nearly midnight and Livia was exhausted. She knew she ought to get some sleep, but she simply wanted to enjoy the quiet of the great hall as it emptied out. She waved off the ladies who timidly approached her to coax her to bed, and simply let herself slump in the small throne next to Beron’s empty one. The roar of the great fire soothed her aching nerves, lulling her into a sense of relaxation.
It had been in this very room on a Solstice long ago that she had discovered the gift that Helion had given her. She had been seated next to a drunken Beron, who had kept grabbing at the serving maids as she cringed in quiet embarrassment. Livia hadn’t felt particularly well that day, but she had smiled tiredly and allowed herself to be bundled out to the great hall and put on display for the hungry eyes of Beron’s gossip-starved court. She simply had to get through tonight and tomorrow and then she would be free to seek out her lover again while Beron was otherwise occupied.
Sometime before the midnight hour, Livia put a hand to her belly and suddenly just…knew that she was no longer alone in her body. It wasn’t dramatic or overwrought. She simply knew that another person was growing there, just beneath her heart.
And she knew that this child was the result of the last days of autumn on Lyra.
Beron hadn’t touched her in years, she thought, strangely devoid of the panic that she ought to have felt. Without ceremony, she rose from her throne and descended, ignoring Beron’s snide comments as she swept from the hall, her ladies mincing beside her.
“Leave,” she said to them flatly as she reached her chambers. They looked at each other askance, the stupid creatures, then jumped as Livia snarled, “I said to LEAVE.” They did, scattering like cockroaches.
Livia didn’t even bother to remove her heavy dress as she collapsed across her still-made bed. She turned over, staring up at the ceiling. That strange calmness was still coursing through her veins, at odds with her racing thoughts.
Helion would be murdered for this. He was the son of the High Lord of Day; his encroachment on Beron’s property would be seen as a provocation and would give Beron the excuse he badly wanted to pick a fight with the solar courts. Beron would challenge him to the Blood Duel; he would accept, the arrogant, brave male that he was. Honor was no small thing in the Day Court. Even if Helion wanted to shirk the duel, which he would not, his father would not let him. And for all his strength, and his mighty heart, Livia did not think that Helion could best Beron in hand to hand combat. Beron was weak and stupid, but he was also possessed of a low cunning and willingness to cheat that would likely not end well for Helion.
A rush of anguish and bile threatened to overwhelm Livia. And yet, she remained calm. She knew what she had to do.
It was Helion that she thought of as she brushed out her hair and put her favorite perfume on her pulse points. It was Helion she thought of as she dressed in her most provocative nightgown. It was Helion she thought of as she slipped into Beron’s chambers, ignoring his impatient scowl as she demurely lowered her eyes and told her husband that she wished to thank him for his graciousness this Solstice and for being ever a kind and most generous lord. And it was Helion she thought of as Beron grabbed her by the hair and threw her face first on the bed, rucking up her skirt and digging his claws into her flesh, drawing blood as he took his pleasure from her.
Afterwards, in the small hours of the morning, when Beron had finally finished with her and she had gone back to her chambers, the calmness broke and Livia finally wept. She ignored the quiet, questioning tug on the thing that she dared not acknowledge and surrendered to her exhaustion.
***
Summer was upon the court and Livia was completely miserable. It was late June, and her body was swollen with her seventh child. None of her other pregnancies had been this difficult, she thought ruefully as she attempted to shove her swollen ankles into her impractical heels.
She had been sick throughout her pregnancy, despite the early halcyon days before she had discovered she was with child again. Beron was constantly aggravated with her missing court due to her great discomfort or inability to keep her food down, even at this advanced stage. Eris, bless his heart, had quietly procured some herbs for her that helped her to calm the nausea long enough to at least get some broth and bread down, but she was still sick and exhausted.
A letter floated down, seemingly from thin air, fluttering to the vanity in front of her and causing dread to pool in Livia’s veins.
L-
I have not heard from you in weeks. You missed our meeting at the new year and you have not responded to my letters. I am sick with worry. Tell me that you are well, and whole. Please. I beg you.
-H
Livia felt her eyes water. She knew what she needed to do, had known since she discovered her pregnancy. But she had been unable to do it. She had started and burned a hundred letters, had cried oceans of tears. And yet, she could not bring herself to do what she ought to. He could not know about what they had done, what they had made together during that last, lovely night in Lyra.
He had written her a dozen missives like this. At first, she had simply written back in short sentences that she was well, but occupied with the affairs of court. Then she had stopped responding entirely. She would respond now, she could put it off no longer.
H,
I am well. Please do not worry for my sake. We need to talk, soon.
Yours,
L
She watched the note disappear despondently. Helion had spelled their correspondence to avoid detection, but she was still careful not to give away too much. Besides, this was a reckoning that needed to take place in person. She owed him that much, and so much more.
The babe in her belly began kicking at her, reminding her of his presence. Despite her sorrow, Livia smiled, placing a hand over her rounded belly, sending soothing pulses of magic to the babe nesting within. He was more active than any of her other children had been, constantly kicking and moving about and demanding her attention. Very much like his father, she thought wryly, suppressing another wave of grief at the thought.
Suddenly, the world exploded in pain. Livia’s hands automatically went to her stomach, seeking to protect her child. But the pain radiated from her scalp, and then from the rest of her body as she felt herself being jerked from her chair and thrown to the ground. Her head connected with the hard floor and sparks exploded in her vision.
“Get up, you lying whore,” Beron hissed. Livia was in shock, her limbs like lead as she tried to move. A burst of pain erupted from her side as Beron’s boot connected with her soft flesh. She whimpered, and attempted to crawl away from him. Another kick was delivered to her side and she screamed in agony as she felt a rib break. Distantly, she thought she heard Eris yelling at Beron to stop, begging him to THINK before he did something he could not undo. Pain pulsed through Livia’s body and she dimly began to search for that thread, that thing that she could pull on and maybe save her baby, but she could not focus and the light around her began to fade.
He knew, was all she could think as she began to lose consciousness. He knew, and she and her baby were going to die.
***
Livia was brought back to the present by the fall of a heavy body into the chair next to hers. She had been taking breakfast on her private balcony, as she did most mornings. She ate only a little, as usual, and lost herself to her memories. Usually she reflected on her children, on memories she had made with Eris or Lucien, although sometimes her mind strayed to the missed opportunities of life with her other children, the children who had been taken from her, who had been raised to see her as their father’s personal chattel and not their beloved mother.
Today, she had been drawn back to that horrible night when Beron had laid a trap for her, pretending to be Helion and sending her the correspondence that she had so stupidly responded to. From that moment on, her life had been one continuous nightmare, punctuated by the rare bright spot, usually in the form of her youngest child.
It was her eldest who now sat beside her, reminding her that her baby was gone and far away from her reach. If Eris read the flash of disappointment in her eyes, he did not let on.
“Good morning, mother,” he said evenly, reaching for a scone. She raised her eyebrows at him, surprised to see him up so early. Eris was many things, but an early riser was not one of them.
“Good morning, darling,” she responded, laying a hand over his briefly as a sign of affection. She loved Eris with her whole heart, she truly did. Despite his flaws and his penchant for scheming and plotting, he was a good boy who still had the capacity to dream of a better court, a better life, for the people he was meant to one day rule.
Eris was not Lucien. No one was. And that did not mean that she loved him any less, but it was a different sort of love. Her love for Eris was a beautiful thing born out of something truly ugly. Her love for Lucien was a promise of everything good she had ever hoped to do in her life. He was the child born of a love that she still could never quite shake, the gift that she had not expected and certainly did not deserve, and that made him just a bit more otherworldly and precious to her.
“He’s fine, you know. Completely insufferable and annoying, but fine,” Eris said, not looking up from buttering his scone. Livia’s eyebrows rose. She hated how perceptive Eris was sometimes, that he knew when her thoughts wandered to how his brother was faring.
“Don’t call your brother annoying,” she chided, reaching for her tea. And then—“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Eris said, a huff of annoyed laughter in his tone. “He spends his days in the mortal realms, philosophizing over political theory and rubbing elbows with the humans. He even gets paid for it. The Gods know why, but he’s happy there.”
Livia frowned. “Surely he cannot be that happy. He doesn’t have anyone there, and you’ve said that things are not going well with his mate. I know you’ve said that he’s friends with the humans, but he doesn’t have any family with him. Will you—”
“Mother, I check in on him too often as it is. He bites my head off whenever I show up and gets mouthy and then I have to get him in line, and then he gets MORE mouthy, and then we’re both irritated and nothing productive comes of it,” Eris said, leaning back in his chair and popping a piece of scone in his mouth. “Besides, the humans are oddly good for him. And not that it matters, but he does visit the Night Court quite frequently. He hasn’t entirely abandoned civilization to become a hermit with a bird and disgraced general, you know.”
“I know,” Livia said, her forehead still creased with concern. “I just worry. That’s all.”
Eris rolled his eyes. Then—“He was at Starfall. With Helion.”
Livia’s cup clattered in it’s saucer and she whipped her head around to stare at her son. “Could you not have lead with that?” She hissed, her breath suddenly coming in shallow gasps as she felt her heart pounding against her ribs.
Eris studied her for a moment, then said “They barely interacted. He doesn’t know, Mother. Neither of them know. Helion makes it a point to avoid Lucien, just like he makes it a point to avoid me. But…” he trailed off, his eyes suddenly wary.
“But what?” Livia whispered, feeling dread settle in her stomach.
“That secret is not going to stay hidden much longer.”
“Why would you say that? Has something happened?” Livia asked, knuckles white on her napkin. Oh gods, everything was so fragile right now with Beron and Eris and the state of Prythian in general. If this were to come out, if Helion were to react badly…no. This could not happen. Not yet.
Eris blew out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. “I can feel his power growing. He’s stronger than I realized. You know what he did at Hybern, right? With the chains?”
“What chains?” Livia said.
“When he was trying to get to the little Archeron. He was bound up in magical chains, and he…well, he cleaved them. Cleaved, mother,” Eris said, watching her carefully. “I didn’t about that little detail until recently, though I wish I had known sooner. If he’s capable of breaking powerful magic like Hybern’s, then it’s only a matter of time before he is able to break the magic that we—”
“Don’t say another word!” Livia said, looking around frantically. Her quarters were well-protected, but some secrets ought not to be said out loud. This, her biggest, should remain a thing shrouded in silence.
“Mother,” Eris said again, patiently. “We will have to face the consequences sooner rather than later. That’s all I’m saying.”
Livia did not want to face the consequences. She couldn’t bear the thought of Lucien, her little sunbeam, looking at her with betrayal. Tears sprang to her eyes at the thought.
“I’m sorry,” Eris said quietly, and she knew that he was. She took his hand.
“I know, darling. I know.”
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My Sweet Rose, Chapter 2
TITLE: My Sweet Rose CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are secretly a little but no one knows, one day you decide to check out a local BDSM club to try and get a feel of the community. You meet a handsome stranger that, over the next few months, shows you all about the lifestyle. However, one day… he vanishes without a word. 
RATING: M NOTES: Daddy/little dynamic & Flashbacks will be in Bold.
Rosie was really nervous as she walked along to the restaurant to meet Loki for their first date.
They had text a few times and he called her yesterday for a chat, that turned into an hour long. But it made her excited to see him again, though the nerves were still there, churning away in her stomach.
But as soon as she saw him waiting outside the restaurant for her, in a dashing all black suit, her worries started to melt away.
‘Hello, darling. So good to see you again.’ He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, then he surprised her by pulling her into a warm embrace.
It was one of the best hugs she had ever had. It wasn’t rushed, it was warm and she felt oddly safe. She breathed in deeply, feeling better already. And Loki knew it. He knew she was nervous, he could tell by her body language when she approached. But he could feel her relaxing in his arms.
Then taking her hand in his and giving her a reassuring squeeze, he led her inside the restaurant.
That had been the first of many hugs and hand holding, Rosie had been addicted to his hugs. She had always felt safe and secure in his arms, right from the start.
She didn’t sleep great at all after seeing Loki again, her mind was constantly on him. Worse than ever now, knowing he was in the same building as her. There was no way she could stay here now, not now he was here. It would be too painful every day to see him.
But she knew it would take a few weeks to get a new place organised, and she would need to look for a new job. The plus with this job with Pepper was the free lodgings, which was great. And the pay along with it was brilliant.
In the meantime, though, until she decided what she was going to do, she knew she had to put on her brave pants and try to get through it. To face him, well, ignore him but carry on.
Though as soon as she stepped out of her room, she was looking around paranoid about bumping into him. So she walked as quickly as she could towards the kitchen, she needed to grab something to eat before going to meet Pepper in the lab.
Of course, though, she was just heading into the kitchen when Loki walked right into her path.
She froze on the spot, eyes widening. Loki was sure he even saw her trembling.
‘Rose…’
Rosie took a step back from him.
‘We need to talk.’ He said in a firmer manner and reached out towards her arm, but she moved further away, shaking her head. Then she turned on her heels and ran off back down the corridor.
Loki felt his heart hurting.
It reminded him a bit of when they first started getting intimate together, exploring various kinks. She was very shy and nervous. Though nothing quite like now, she even seemed scared. Which hurt him the most.
‘You are simply divine, my darling.’ Loki hummed as he trailed his fingers down Rosie’s spine, making her tremble.
He stalked around her like a predator about to devour his prey. She was completely naked, stood in the middle of his bedroom while he was still fully clothed in dark black jeans and a deep green shirt, with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.
She was so nervous, she could barely even look him in the eye as he eyed her up. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like running out of the room, but she somehow managed to remain where she was.
‘No need to look so scared, my sweet Rose.’ Loki said as he tipped her chin up, forcing her to make eye contact. Though her eyes skirted all over his face, before eventually landing on his eyes and remaining there. Even if she was blushing hard and breathing heavy.
‘Daddy will take care of his good girl, always.’ He said softly and then stepped in closer to her, slipping his arms around her to pull her into him.
She breathed in deeply as she buried her face into his chest, feeling calmer already and safe in his embrace.
Whilst she was still nervous, she trusted Loki as he took her hand and led her to his bed. He was careful with her as he laid her down on her back and he straddled carefully over her, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
‘Raise your hands up above you, little one.’ He said firmly but kindly.
She knew if she was to panic or get really scared, she could safe word out of the situation. And whilst she hadn’t needed to use it yet, they had barely gotten started together with intimacy. But she knew that if she needed him to stop anything, that he would.
Loki pulled some long velvet material from down the side of his bed and he began to expertly tie her wrists together when she put them above her. He winked down at her as he then tied them to the headboard.
He saw her swallowing hard as she tugged on it a little, testing them. She was bound well. It made her excited, but more nervous again. It was actually happening.
Loki could tell her nerves were building again. He trailed the tips of his fingers slowly from her wrists down her arms, her inner elbows and then further down yet. She let out a small giggle and wriggled a bit under him as he reached her underarms and tickled her lightly for a few seconds, breaking the ice more and helping to distract her.
It didn’t all have to be serious, he wanted to make her comfortable. To enjoy it. To trust him. That was what it was all about. Especially since it was her first time being restrained.
‘Ticklish, are we?’ He teased and chuckled, moving further down her body. He tickled the sides of her breasts momentarily, enjoying the way they jiggled as she squirmed and laughed.
He leaned down and started sucking on her nipples, his fingers kept exploring further down to her hips. But his tickling touch then became firmer, her laughter became moans instead.
‘I wonder how ticklish my little one is down here.’ He growled and moved further down her body, spreading her legs open and making her a bit shy again as he focused on her cunt.
He ran his fingers up and down her outer folds first, then spread her open and started licking her softly, taking his time at first. He listened closely to the noises she was making, what she seemed to like and what drove her crazy. She was so aroused, his chin was covered with her juices and he hadn’t been down there for long yet.
When he focused on her clit, she almost bucked him off the bed. Making him chuckle against her. Then he growled and feasted on her like a starved man, paying plenty of attention to her clit.
‘Please… Can I cum, p… please!’ She cried out, unsure if she would be able to hold off even if he said no.
‘You may.’ Loki growled, only stopping briefly to give her permission before he was back to making her dance on his tongue.
‘Oh my, you taste exquisite.’ Loki purred after she had cum and he’d licked her clean, though that had just made her even messier. He crawled up over her and untied her wrists, surprising her slightly that it was over already, it hadn’t been scary at all like she thought it might be at first.
Loki slipped his arms around her and rolled them to the side, cradling her into him. She hid her face into the crook of his neck as he rubbed her back softly.
‘Such a good girl. Did you enjoy that?’ He asked, his voice just above a whisper.
She nodded and curled herself more into him, making him smile as he kissed the top of her head.
After mulling it over for an hour, Loki decided to go to her room and speak to her. She couldn’t run from him there.
Instead of knocking, he just teleported in. But he was annoyed to find she wasn’t there.
He knew he should’ve respected her privacy and just left. But his nosey-ness got the better of him. He had a look around her room. Ended up looking in her wardrobe and smiled fondly as he saw she still had the cute pyjamas and nighties that he’d gifted her. Including some cuddly toys at the bottom of her wardrobe.
Loki ended up wandering through into her bathroom. His brows furrowed as he spotted a bottle by the sink. It was prescribed drugs from the doctor he noted as he picked it up to take a look. He didn’t know what it was, but he made a mental note of the name. Then he left her room, not wanting to be caught snooping.
‘What were you doing in Rosie’s room?’ Pepper snapped at Loki when she caught him leaving.
Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘She isn’t in there, if that’s what you’re getting at.’
‘That makes it worse, you were in there without permission.’
Loki rolled his eyes, then asked what those pills were for that he’d found in her bathroom.
‘They are for anxiety and depression. Why?’ Pepper frowned.
Loki frowned too. ‘Why would Rose need them?’ He asked, appalled.
Pepper’s eyes widened. ‘I didn’t realise she was on them… But it’s no wonder after what you put her through.’
Loki didn’t listen to anymore. He teleported back into Rosie’s bathroom and grabbed the pills, then teleported to the kitchen to look for her. He spotted her in the corner of the room at a table, there was no one else around.
He stormed over towards her, perhaps a bit too quickly as she looked up and looked scared as he approached her. But then she was confused when he took her pills and put them down on the table on front of her.
‘Why are you filling your body with this ridiculous junk?’ Loki asked a bit too harshly, but he just couldn’t understand why she would do it.
Rosie was stunned for a moment, unable to process what the hell was going on.
‘I… I’ve needed them for a while now. They help.’ Rosie said quietly as she reached over the table and grabbed the bottle back.
Loki frowned. ‘These will mess with your mind, you don’t need them.’
‘You can’t tell me what I need or don’t need anymore! You gave that up when you just left me!’ Rosie snapped and stood up quickly, tears instantly started falling down her face.
‘I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, for anyone. That I wasn’t worthy of having a Daddy or even just a boyfriend. Not even worth two minutes of your time to tell me face to face or even call to tell me it was off. Instead you left me wondering for days, weeks, months, what happened and what I did wrong. Over and over I kept thinking about what I did wrong to make you leave, and what I could have done to keep you happy. These pills were the fourth ones to try, to help calm my brain down. To stop the dark thoughts from plaguing my mind every single day and night.’
She took a breath and tried to stop crying, but she just couldn’t. Her sight was all blurry.
‘It became obvious when I saw the news about you… I would be in no league for a God. But then I started mulling over why you even took interest in the first place. Probably nothing more than just a play toy, something to pass some of your time.’
Rosie was just folding up some of her washing in the living room while the TV was on in the background. She tried to keep herself busy enough, anything to try and stop herself from thinking about him. 
Suddenly an emergency news bulletin overcame the usual TV programmes. There was an attack happening in New York, aliens. 
Looking up at the TV, her eyes widened at seeing the destruction going on. She saw The Avengers there trying to save the day as always. 
But when the camera zoomed in briefly on the villain trying to take over, her heart stopped and she started sobbing uncontrollably. 
It was Loki. It was him. 
She couldn’t believe it as she fell to the floor on her hands and knees, crying and screaming in anger, frustration, sadness, fear. Everything rolled into one.
‘No wonder he left… He’s a God. I’m nothing but an ant in comparison, probably a toy for him to play with just to pass the time while he was here to scope out the planet.’ She rambled to herself as she hauled herself back up to her feet and threw the rest of her clothes on the floor, not caring anymore.
But that was the first of many days of not caring anymore, down a dark spiral.
Loki was stunned at her outburst. And seeing her so upset broke his heart, he was unable to do anything to comfort her. Not that he thought she would let him hold her anyway.
‘Rose… Rosie… I, that was never what’
Rosie didn’t give him a chance, she grabbed her things and darted past him, running out of the kitchen from him. And Loki found he was unable to move from the spot to go after her, as much as he wanted to.
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