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One thing that you don’t know about me: I have a long lived crush on Corto Maltese since I was a kid. He’ll always be my favorite romantic.

Corto Maltese by Mikel Janin

#comics #corto maltese #ask me anything #ask me stuff #askedelweiss

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Water and ice

( I don’t know who’s the artist but I love this piece. If you know who they are, please let me know so I can give the right credit, thanks)

Bucky Barnes x supersoldierF!reader Edelweiss (OFC)

Same as Bucky, one of the conditions for your pardon was weekly mandatory Therapy sessions. this one take to the surface a very painful memory that could mess with your relationship with the former Winter Soldier. (Angst,past trauma, depiction of violence, past torture, memory of Rumlow being a prick, smut, unprotected sex, edging, if i forget something let me know).

The more you walk, heading home from your mandatory weekly therapy session with dr Reynor, the more you feel the anger flares through your whole being.

As usual she was able to read through the lines, poking emotions you’d like to bury in a very deep place, maybe forget them once and for all. This time the unfortunate trigger was something that you unwillingly confessed between your teeth on the last session: your inability to think on taking a bath as a relaxing thing. While Bucky was hiding, regaining his memory, you were still in the hands of Hydra, especially in Rumlow’s, who used and tortured you as if through you he could get his revenge on Bucky and Steve for what happened to him when the Triskelion collapsed.

The worst of his tortures was the Tub, as he called it. worse than waterboarding, devilishly cruel and sadistic: a bathtub filled with water and ice, his rage and all your will to live. your resilience amplified by the super soldier serum running through your veins. Sometimes he also used a cloth to cover your face before sinking your bounded form into the iced water, every time longer then before but never too much to let you die.

You thought that the better solution was bury your personal inferno in a far and dark part of your damaged brain but dr Reynor thinks otherwise.

“You need to talk about painful things if you want to heal…” she explained.

Fucking doctor.

So focused on your emotions you didn’t notice that you’re already home, with uncertain hand you flip the key, opening the door and the familiar smell of lavander and vervain invades your nostrils.

“Hey doll, I’m in the kitchen, hope you’re hungry I made dinner” you hear Bucky as soon as you set foot through the door, he heard you coming in with his super soldier hearing.

Hearing his voice, in the state of mind in which you are, only make your anger more acute that you almost felt sick. Silent, you walk into the kitchen, your mind up to find a way to let him pay his unknown sin. You made it to the stove, nearing him and from your expression he knows that this session was a really hard one.

“Hi…” he murmurs in a soft tone.

You don’t reply, with a practical move you shut the stove and grab the front of his Henley taking him with you to the dining room until you shove him onto the couch.

“That was a hard one huh…” he continues trying to understand what you need from him. You get rid of your leather jacket, your boots, your jeans and your panties before straddling him and grabbing his hair with one hand.

“Shut the fuck up Barnes” you hiss against his lips before taking his wrist and direct his bionic hand between your legs. Without any other word he starts to move his vibranium fingers, caressing your folds. You let out an involuntary sigh, your body recognizes instantly his touch but your mind chooses to resist the pleasure because you need to be wide awake as he needs to feel the same pain you felt when Runlow tortured you.

You let both of your hands down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. You can already feel the warmth radiating from his skin, with ease he buckles lightly his hips to let his jeans and briefs slide down just the bit to let his hard cock free, his fleshy hand goes up, caressing you face.

“Don’t fucking touch me..” you hiss abruptly, earning a look from him, then you align yourself and slowly you sink on his cock.

You’re not completely ready and the stretch of his size, burn, making you whimper but also keeping you grounded. He exales deeply and both his hands are now at your waist trying to slow you or better, stop your movements.

“What are you doing, doll? You’re not ready for this” he murmurs, concerned, his eyes wondering on your face trying to decipher what’s on your mind but you have your best unreadable expression.

You grab the hem of his Henley and with a fluid movement you take it off from him, forcing his hands away from your hips.

“I said: don’t fucking touch me” you repeat growling before sinking another time. He let out a soft grunt and keeps his hands from touching you as you asked.

You push both of your hands on his shoulders and soon you enstablish a slow but steady pace, one you know that makes him crazy when you squeeze your walls while sinking down until he’s balls deep into you.

He’s grunting and you know he’s restraining himself from touching you as you asked but you can feel he’s dying to do so as you can also feel his orgasm approaching. You accelerate your movement as if you want to make him cum faster but as soon as you feel his cock twitch inside you, you slow down.

You repeat this pattern of steady pace, the acceleration and then the abrupt slow down as many times as you feel he’s near his orgasm until you have him breathless under you.

“What are you doing doll…?” He asks,his hands on your arms, real concern in his tone. He has never seen you like this and something inside him screams that there’s something wrong.

“You left me… when you were on the run…” the words struggle to get out “ you left me behind… you left me in his hands…you never try to come and get me…” you hiss, your eyes full of tears of rage. He clench his teeth, he knows whom you’re talking about:Rumlow.

“He… he did things to me…” you feel a surge of anger coursing through you and your hand go grab his hair harshly “ you let him did that to me…” now your tears are running through your face. “ I hated you so much…every time he touched me, every time he tried to…” you choke a sob, closing your eyes and clenching your teeth as if the memory itself is too painful. You take a breath to ground yourself. “Every time he tried to drown me… I was wishing you would come and save me…but you never came and I fucking hated you for that.” You finally confess, sitting still in his lap, his length still sheathed inside you.

When you look into his eyes you can see his guilt showing. “ I tried..” he whispers “ I tried so many times to come and get you but I was so afraid… I was so confused… I’ll never forgive myself for letting you down, for leaving you alone… that’s why everyday I’m trying to make it up to you, to give you the life you deserve, the man you deserve” he murmurs fully vulnerable. His sincerity makes something inside you switch and every ounces of hatred and resentment you had crumble leaving you in tears. He hugs you and slowly he starts to move easing the tension inside your body, igniting the primal instinct of mating, the sensation of him so deep inside you that you feel like you can’t breathe if he stop moving. You let out a sob of frustration.

“I’m here…i promise I’ll never leave you alone…” he whispers but you let your hand caress his lips, shushing him. You feel his thumb pressed against your clit and you let out a sigh. despite your unconscious way to punish yourself for wishing that someone else saved you from that nightmare, denying yourself your relief while you edged him, before, he knows too well your body. His touch sends waves of pleasure through you, electrifying every nerve ending. You arch your back, craving more of his touch, as he skillfully explores every inch of your body. The intensity between you grows, fueled by a mutual desire that cannot be contained.

“ let go…please…” he begs in the most desperate pleading tone you ever heard from him while his hands are guiding your figure up and down his shaft in a constant but deep pace.

“I can’t..” you sob resisting the wave of your surging orgasm.

“please Y/N…” his voice’s a whisper, he cups sweetly your face with both of his hands to make you look at him in the eyes and only now you notice that he’s crying too.

“ i know i messed up, I should’ve come and take you with me, i should’ve killed him myself but I can’t go back and change that, please let me love you and make it up to you now and for the rest of my days…” his words and his dedication are pouring liquid fire inside your veins and you feel your orgasm push aside your silly resistance and explode leaving your body quivering and a choked cry escapes your mouth.

He grunts in relief feeling you coming, a look at you it’s enough to trigger his own release. You watch him come undone, the way he close his eyes, his lips slightly parts and a profound moan vibrates in his chest makes you clench more while you feel his cock twitches emptying in you.

You close lightly your eyes and you gently rest your forehead against his. One of your hand is on his chest, right on his heart and you can clearly feel his accelerate heartbeat.

“I fucking love you and I’m so scared to loose you…” he confesses and you feel his thumb caress your lower lip.

“I’m not going anywhere, James… I love you too and I’m here to stay by your side…” you whisper before searching for his lips.

Your dinner long forgotten and you know, now that the Pandora’s box is open, it’s gonna be a long night filled with whispered words, kisses and raw emotions.

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Dolcetto o scherzetto? 🎃

My sweet tooth makes me go for the treat, but for the sake of my Patron god I'd like a trick 🎃👻👻👻👻

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I’ve struggle a lot in my life with finding my place in the world, my purpose. When I started my journey through paganism I’ve felt relieved discovering that I hadn’t to feel ashamed for my desires or for my way of being myself. I’ve had a christian upbringing and I’ve always felt uncomfortable with the “repent for your sins” thing or for the feeling of constant shame if you think or act differently.

In the last decade, I’ve noticed that a key word has been a constant in my journey : devotion.

It’s a fascinating word. The willing to devote oneself to someone or something one truly believes in, I think it’s the most powerful and selfless act of love one can do.

Not long ago I’ve had a Human design chart reading and guess what’s the word to describe my purpose? Exactly: devotion.

Now I deeply understand my long lived fascination with the myth of Sigyn and it hit me hard on how I ended up in my atypical love relationship (one kind that people outside of it don’t understand or judge for the many differences we have), on how I feel about it and how I live it.

For the first time I’ve felt seen. I’ve understood that it’s a part of me, of who I am and that’s ok if others don’t understand; it’s just for me to understand it, live it fully and be true to my heart.

So here’s my toast for lady Sigyn:

To the Devotion herself

To the purest of heart,

To the holder of the bowl,

To the loving and grieving mother,

To the wife of the unfairly punished one,

Let me learn how to be true to my heart, to love with my whole being, to be steadfast and loyal.

Skål!

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Not a flower but a bomb

Bucky Barnes x supersoldierF!reader Edelweiss (smut)

We take a step back discovering how was the relationship between the winter soldier and Edelweiss. Hope you enjoy.

The two female guards conduct you to the locker room, their rifles pointed at you, ready for shooting if you dare to make a false move. Sweat cover your body after your training. Sometimes they put you out of your cryo cage to give a demonstration to the new reclutes. they always underestimates you because you have a too pretty face and a hot body to be a skilled supersoldier and killer. You look like more to a bombshell with characteristics long platinum hair, blue eyes and curves that can make every man falls on their knees. You know too well that everytime that assumption pop up from a new group of reclutes someone will visit soon the infirmary because you'll be ordered to kick the poor soul's ass without an ounce of mercy. That's how they'll remember the shivering fear of underestimate something apparently beautiful but lethal.

This time wasn't different but they leave you out of the ice also for another reason.

"undress and take a shower" one of the guards barks at you in german. You obey without a word, taking off your white tank top, then your black shorts, followed from your sport bra and your panties. You untie your high pony tail and you move over the showers. The showers room is silent, noone is there except for you and your guardians.

"Ah...look like they send him to have some fun" you hear the guards whispering malignantly before you reach the handle to start the shower.

You put your head first under the water stream,facing the wall and letting your hair getting soaked. You moan softly as the hot water ease the subtle pain in your muscles.

"Edelweiss" his voice is sharp and low. A shiver run down your spine at the way your new given name is rolling out of his tongue. You had sense him even before he steps in the showers room.

You close your eyes and you tilt your head back, letting small drops of water slide down your throat to the valley of your breasts.

"winter soldier" you reply in russian, unimpressed " Weren't you taught that this is the women's locker room?" You mock him passing your hands between your hair.

"I've finished a mission and you're my reward" he replies coming near you, fully clothed.

"take me then" you murmur stilling your movement.

You know well the winter soldier, you were captured by him and taken in Siberia for your conditioning and then to an HYDRA's base in the italian alps to be used as needed in the crisis management on the European continent. Before the conditioning you were a very skilled and valuable agent in the italian intelligence. You were very good at your job and, after your last successful mission, your boss had decided to give you a few days' leave to relax. You were together with some friends, heading to the cabin you had rented on the swiss mountains to enjoy a few days skiing (one of your passions) when the winter soldier came to pick you up. None of your friends survived, not that you remember them now, anyway.

When you were an agent you heard stories about him, like some kind of ghost to scare off newcomers, not knowing that one day you would become one of his missions, let alone be his prize and diversion.

You were tortured for months, you tried to resist the conditioning with every ounce of determination you had but they broke your willpower and your very soul in so many tiny pieces that you'll never be the same.

He moves his fleshy hand to grab the back of your neck in a possessive grip, you stay still, waiting for the right moment to knock him down. You exhale and open your eyes slowly, glancing at him and smirking before moving, using the wall at your advantage to do a perfect backflip and twisting his wrist so that you break free from his grip. You crouch down slightly and land a series of punches to his right side knocking the air out of him. He squats, lightly coughing, before glancing at you with a smirk on his lips. This excites him and you know that.

"Never said it would be easy" you murmur assuming a difensive posture, ready to move.

Your resistance arouses him, it's like a bolt of excitement that goes from his chest right down to his cock. He knows that physically you can fight him back, thanks to the supersoldier serum, and he likes to test and challenge your strength but he's given order to do with you what he want as long as he doesn't corrupt your face. He moves rapidly, his punches precise, with little expenditure of strength, you dodge them easily, backing down til your back touch the wall behind you. His metal hand reaches your throat too easily, squeezing and taking you up from the floor as you weight nothing.

"you're mine" he growls in russian as you squirm in his hold, trying to breathe. The wetness between your thighs is becoming uncomfortable. Your body is trained to give him pleasure and reacts instinctively to his proximity. You try with both of your hands to free yourself from his metal grasp, unsuccessfully. His fleshy hand tries to reach between your thighs to cup your sex but you resist and you try to kick his groin.

"Stop it" He warns, he lowers more his voice. You feel like a prey fallen into the hunter trap and as a reflex you're trying to fight for your life.

"Dämmerung" he breathes and, as this word rolls out of his tongue, you go limp and cease every attempt of resistance. As part of your conditioning they use some code words in german (your second language after italian), pronounced by the winter soldier himself, to unleash your killer self or sedate every kind of resistance from your part.

You feel his fingers tracing your folds and entering your heat, you whimper without shame, closing your eyes as you're savoring his touch.

"So ready and needy for me...why you have to fight it?" He whispers in your ear as he open slowly his metal hand, leaving you free to breathe easily.

"I-it excite you..." you reply stuttering as he move slowly his fingers in and out.

He hums in approval when you arch your back, as the tip of his fingers brush the sweet spot that makes you shiver, a moan vibrate in your throat as he traps your mouth in his.

He pushes his fingers out and Instinctively your legs are wrapped against his waist, your drenched core brushing against his tactical trousers, the rough fabric separates your sex from his. He growls at the light stimulation and you buck your hips slightly to hear again that sound coming from his mouth.

He's the fist of HYDRA, the winter soldier, the terrible weapon of the most corrupted and evil organisation in the world but it makes your knees weak hearing him goes feral to have you, to be inside you and fuck you senseless.

Your hands move to his chest holster unfastening the buckles eager to unleash completely his appetite. You rip his leather vest apart and latch onto his neck, nipping his skin with your teeth while descending on his chest.

Another growl rumbles in his throat and you feel his erection straining in his trousers. You let your tongue swirl on his skin and you try to suck a little purple hickey on his chest. he grab a fist of your hair with his metal hand and pull slightly in a warning, you glance at him, smirking, as you unlock your legs from his waist to kneel gracefully in front of him. His other hand cup your chin and his thumb trace your lower lip, there's a fire so dark and lustful burning in his eyes that the promise to burn with him is an irresistible sin you want to give in.

Your hands go unfastening his trousers and freeing his raging erection. You let out a strained whimper as you see a bead of precum at the tip of his cock. You lick your lips before letting him in. He groans tilting his head back, savoring the warmth of your mouth. You let your tongue caress his shaft while you retract slowly and let him in again, fully. You repeat the action, your movements very controlled as you want him to feel all the sensations you can give him. Once again he slammed it in and you feel the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat and you close harshly your fists to suppress your gag reflex, he moans forcing a little bit more the barrier of your throat. You can feel him twitching inside your mouth and you try to retract but his metal hand stills you at the back of your head. Suddenly tears are spilling from your eyes on your cheeks because you can't breathe, you bang your fists against his thighs and he let you free.

"Your mouth is almost hot as you cunt..." he murmurs while you retract sputtering and coughing while some saliva slide down your chin. He doesn't give you time to sulk or breathe, both of his hands grab you by the shoulders to get you on your feet, then he turns you so you face the wall. You feel both of his hands grabbing your hips and then he takes you.

"CAZZO" you yelp crashing both of your hands into the wall in front of you. With one swift thrust he's all the way in. He's stretching you delightfully and your walls squeezing him in as that is the right place where he needs to stay, where he belongs.

"You're squeezing me like a vice..." he growls lowly as he start to move. You whimper and let him use you as he want, after all that's your purpose: appease the winter soldier needs.

"I'm gonna fuck this rebellious attitude of yours out for good..." he murmurs finding the rhythm to have you writhe against him. You're so groundend in the physical sensations that he's making you feel that you're unable to formulate a word, just a bunch of whimpers and moans are leaving your mouth. You try to reach his hair with one of your hand and you succeed at the same time his metal hand grab your throat and press your back hard against his chest. His cold fingers are squeezing lightly your throat and you feel the initial wave of your orgasm surging through you.

"Oh...you're so close...aren't you?..." he whispers in your ear pumping you up and then stopping abruptly.

You wail, showing your disapproval.

"You want it, right? You want to cum?" He asks in a whisper against tour ear before nipping your earlobe with his teeth.

You whimper and nod lightly while your soft walls are clamping his erection still sheathed inside you.

"Only the good girls can cum...have you been good?...I don't think so..." he whispers and you tug sightly his hair.

"Please..." you manage to reply under your breath. You know that having you begging is another thing that drives him out of control.

"Please what?" He continues as now he's pinching one your nipple between his fingers. You yelp, arching your back.

"Please, make me cum..." you breathe, trembling in your discomfort.

"Are you gonna be good?" He asks softly, his fingers now tracing circles on your abdomen.

"Yes..." you answer, pure desperation in your tone.

" I can't hear you...are you gonna be good for me?" he mocks you.

"YES! PLEASE...PLEASE...PLEASE" You shout on the verge of tears. One of your hand moves behind you, trying to touch him and make him move, the other reach his hand and squeezes it lightly.

He grunts hearing you beg and slowly he starts to move again. His strokes painfully calm and brutally precise, touching the spot inside you that makes you a shivering mess.

"Pleasepleaseplease..." you repeat whimpering while you feel again your orgasm approaching.

He fastens his pace and now guides his fleshy hand from your abdomen to the apex of your thighs, pinching between his fingers your bundle of nerves.

"Scream for me..." he orders you and you comply, feeling the orgasm crashing over you violently. For a moment you feel only the sound of your blood roaring in your veins and then a sudden peace invades your body as you feel his thrusts becoming sloppy and a strangle roar from his throat as he came inside you copiously.

He holds you against him before you both collapse on your knees. you can hear the rhythm of both of your hearts calm down.

"Let me wash you up, soldat...we better use our time out of the ice at the best of our possibilities..." you whisper turning your head slightly to watch him in the face. He nods quietly, holding you a little more tighter.

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Notes:

•Cazzo: italian word for "fuck".

•the dialogue is in russian. It's my headcanon that both the characters speaks russian while they're together 'cause it's the language they hear the most as their conditioning was done in russian, however mothertongue die hard so our FC (who is italian) when overwhelmed turn to speak italian.

• Edelweiss is italian but grew up bilingual (the virtue of growing up in a border zone) so she speaks fluently german.

Please, let me hear what you think of this story and about this character. I'm always open to suggestions and I'd like to hear from you. Hope you can excuse me if there are any grammar mistakes.

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Rb if you’re grateful for all of your followers

even if you have 1

Even if you have 10

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Hey, you! Yes, you who's reading this! I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU! for how you're doing your best, for you trying, for you holding on, for you be so brave.

You got this.

come here and get a hug 💜

can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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Nightmare

Bucky Barnes x supersoldierF!reader (smut and fluff)

I had this idea some time ago and I just wanted to write some stories with this concept of a ex HYDRA supersoldier reader known as Edelweiss...hope you like it 💜

Tw: mention of torture,mental manipulation, nightmares, smut.

You wake with the discomfort of your nightmare still clinging into your very soul, with unsteady hand you wipe tears from your eyes. You look at the clock on your nightstand : 4 am. You move out of the tangled sheets on the floor with a sigh, knowing that you won't sleep anymore so you better use this time to make some breakfast and maybe do a light stretching routine.

you move down the stairs aiming for the kitchen while mentally you're trying to distract yourself thinking of the things you must do along the day.

As soon as you go down the last step you hear a soft groan from the living room. you approach the cabinet near the entrance where you do keep hidden, in the drawer, some light weapons: a gun, a knuckle-duster, a pair of knives. Quietly you open the drawer and you reach the hidden knives, you take a breath preparing yourself to knock down the intruder. You silently enter the living room, knives in hands, your killer reflexes on high alert. You approach the couch where you heard the groan coming from and to your surprise you find your boyfriend, fully clothed from his last mission, lying there, snoring slightly.

Suddenly you feel like crumbling, you walk past the couch, resting your knives on the coffee table before curling up close to your boyfriend's face.

"Love...wake up..." you whisper softly in his ear, being very careful not to touch him before he wakes up. Both of you, with your murderous pasts, have had some trouble getting used to the intimacy of a couple's daily gestures.

He growls softly. "Bucky...love..." you repeat and he opens his eyes on you. He blink, disoriented before recognising he's home,rubbing his eyes.

"Doll..." he groans.

"I remember you telling me you would come home this evening..." you whisper while you gently caress his face.

"We finished earlier...and I was missing you....i had planned, after a couple of hours of sleep, to surprise you with your favorite breakfast, in bed...but it seems that you have surprised me..." he replies smiling and taking your hand and kissing the palm. Then he sit, pulling you in his lap.

You straddle him and he cups your face with both his hands before taking your lips in a sweet kiss.

"I need you Jamie..." you whisper against his lips, resting both of your hands on his chest. For a moment he tenses, you rarely call him that way.

"You had another nightmare?" He asks gentle, now caressing your bare arms. You nod, looking away as to direct your thoughts elsewhere.

"What do you need me to do, doll?" He murmurs softly while his vibranium fingers caress your cleavage through the fabric of his shirt that you wear to sleep,up to your neck until they reach your chin, taking it to make you look at him in the eyes.

"Talk to me, love...tell me what you need..."he repeats lowering his voice. He knows how much important is for you to make and express your choice as you were deprived of that possibility for a very long time, like him. You were tortured and abused as an assett in an HYDRA experimental base in the italian alps. He felt especially guilty about you, because it was him, well the winter soldier, who captured and give you in the hands of HYDRA' s team who experimented on you. He knows all about your conditioning as he perfected your combat skills and because you were made for him, to have a sort of distraction, a kind of stress toy not so easy to broke. Once he had back his mind he made sure to track down and neutralise all of the scientists that partecipated in the sperimentation and after the avengers captured you he made sure of being present in every aspect of your rehabilitation. He always had a soft spot for you and he knows how difficult is to be back after being brainwashed.

"Love me...please..." you whisper, choking a sob "make me forget their touch..."

He hums and take your lips in a breathtaking kiss then he slowly peppers your jaw with kisses until he reaches for the sweet spot behind your ear that makes you moan.

Your hands travel to his leather jacket, opening it and pulling it down his arms urgently. Now you tear apart his blue henley to let your fingers touch his bare chest, he growls and the vibration in his chest reverberates right between your thighs.

"I need you...i need you... i need you..." you repeat feverishly and he grabs the plump flesh of your cheeks to steady you as he stands up. You lock your legs around his waist, brushing your bare cunt against his jeans where you can feel his growing erection. He moves up to the stairs, into your bedroom and then he notices the tangled sheets of the floor, not far from the bed, which is untouched, since he went on mission.

"You slept again on the floor?" He asks softly. He used to do the same before knowing you.

"I cannot sleep in the bed if you're not there..." you whisper shyly.

"Now I'm here doll...I'll make you forget them...concentrate on me...on the pleasure I can give you..." he murmurs laying you down on the bed.

"You're so cute in my shirt...but I need to feel you..." he breaths before tearing the fabric apart with his vibranium hand. You usually sleep completely bare, cause you like feeling the warmth that radiates from his skin.

"It smells like you..." you whisper in response, explaining why you're wearing his shirt. You gasp as his mouth latches against one of your nipple. His metal fingers are tracing your stomach and down to your folds. You whimper and you open more your legs to let him have an easier access as he brushes the tip of his fingers on your clit and then down your slit.

"Please...please Jaime...I need you..." you cry out and he obliges kissing his way down to your cunt until his lips meet your swollen bud. You shudder as he sucks and licks with extreme precision, taking you right trough the edge.

"Oh god... yes... I'm cumming...I'm cumm.." you choke on your words when the orgasm washes over you. You move your hand to his head, intertwining your finger through his hair as he drinks your release.

He loves the way you wound your fingers through his hair, how you feel so safe with him to lose control and let him takes care of you without a single doubt.

"You're so sweet doll..." he growls between your thighs, humping lightly his clothed erection against the mattress. It's been 4 days without you and he feels like a man starved. He laps slowly now, letting one of his vibranium fingers testing your heat.

"God...please Jamie...don't tease...I'm ready.." you whimper as he let another finger in and slowly start to move them.

"You're not, doll...you know that i don't want to hurt you..." he replies sweetly, even if you're an enhanced human he treats you as you're a beautiful and precious porcelain doll.

"You can't hurt me..." you murmur disappointed but at the same time you appreciate his concern, how sweet and careful he can be, how he privileges your wellbeing instead of his own. He starts to move his fingers faster inside you and you moan arching your back, lost in the pleasure.

"You're so beautiful baby...so erotic...I'm so excited that it hurt..." he whispers against your center before he let his tongue caress again your clit.

His ruthless resolve to make you really ready for him excite you. His free hand now lingers on you stomach and up, reaching for one of your boobs to grop it softly. You feel the wave of another orgasm coiling rapidly into your belly, you tilt your head and a scream leaves your mouth, your legs quiver, trapping his head between them.

He drinks you in and when you're able to relax your thighs he emerges, his chin and lips glimmering because of your juices.

"You're so fucking hot when you cum..." he growls now unfastening his belt and opening his jeans to free his raging erection.

"Sargent Barnes, such an indecent language..." You joke looking at him with a fake indignant stare.

"Oh doll, soon you'll be the one talking an indecent language and you know that..."he murmurs hooking both of his hands under your ass to let you come closer before entering you with a swift thrust thanks to your recent orgasm.

"FUCK!" You cry out, shutting your eyes. He's completely bottoming out, balls deep and the sensation of being so full leave you overwhelmed. He stills, leaving you time to adjust to his size and breathe.

You let out a sob and a tear run down your eye.

"You ok, love?" He asks, a little worried.

You open your eyes and look into his.

"I...I..." you stutter, for a moment you feel dizzy and incapable of speak but you nod reassuring him. It's magnificent the sensation of being stretch out like this and your body shivers, unlocking the memories of your shared past. You whimper in ecstasy as it seems that your body was created to fit and mould perfectly with his.

He hugs you tight without moving, then he rolls so you're on top, straddling him. At the change of position your walls clench hard his erection.

" Christ..." he moans loudly grabbing your hips " take what you need doll...use me..." he continues brushing his fingers on your skin.

Suddenly you feel hot, you position both of your hands on the side of his head and then you lean to kiss him. You know that the words coming from his mouth are not said easily and you feel grateful to have this man in your life.

"I love you James...I love you so much" you whisper against his lips before starting to buck your hips slowly, savoring the sensation of him fully sheathed inside you. You move both of your hands on his shoulders and the on his chest, leveraging youself so you have more space to move.

"I love you too baby...ah...you feel so good..." He grunts, kneading the flesh of your hips, following your movements.

"You're so good to me...soo good to me..."you echo grinding harder, gyrating your hips finding your rhythm.

"Ah... you know i won't last long if you move like that...it's seems you want to devour me..." he manages to whisper between his moans.

"I'm just claiming what's mine..." you tut before he sit brushing his vibranium hand on your back til he reaches your hair, clenching his fist and pulling lightly. He knows how pulling your hair arouses you because he feels the same.

You gasp at his gesture, closing your eyes.

"You know it drives me crazy when you act like that..." he whispers in you ear before latching on your neck, sucking slightly and then he starts to pump his hips up.

"You're so fucking deep..."you moan scratching his back "I'm gonna cum again baby...I'm so close...don't you dare to stop..."you breathe helplessly.

"You're gonna cum around my cock, baby? Ah...Say it, like a good girl..." he gloat squeezing one of your ass cheek and pulling a little more your hair.

"I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." you whine holding onto him like you would hold for dear life. Your entire body shaking incontrollably as a series of little cry escape your lips.

Your walls squeeze him so hard that he can't control himself as he came inside you with a roar. He hugs you tightly trying to ease the quivering of your body.

"I've got you, baby...I've got you..."he whispers softly caressing your hair as you relax in his embrace, leaning in his arms. He lies down, holding you tight against his chest.

"You're safe, love...you're safe..." he repeats lulling you into sleep.

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Prologue: Last Christmas

After an accident reveals your secret ability to kill with a single touch, S.H.I.E.L.D. tracks you down, turning you over to Nick Fury to be locked away. Immediately considered a Level One Threat, not a single one of the Avengers will listen to your pleas, until the least likely advocate for your freedom emerges to make a deal. 

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“Luke, I swear to Christ, you need to get away from me!” you shrieked, dragging yourself towards the door, desperate to get away from the party as well as your aggressive ex, already five shots into the evening. 

“Aww, Jesus, Y/N! We all know you dumped me because you’re such a slut!” he countered, making you stop in your tracks and turn around angrily. 

You growled, both upset and embarrassed. “How dare you?” was all you could muster. 

Luke advanced on you, his dark eyes looking ready to bore a hole through you. “Listen, I may be willing to take you back if you just--”

“--no!” 

You attempted to dive away again, only for Luke to grab your hand, ripping your leather glove off, making you gasp, seemingly overreacting to a simple glove. 

As you stopped down to quickly pick it up, Luke grabbed the sleeve of your shirt and pulled you back up to eye level, hurting you and forcing you to struggle against him. “You’re always wearing those fucking things, even in summer! You’re a fucking nutcase, y’know that?”

“Let me go!” you said, with a tone of warning to your voice as it began shaking. 

“I need to put you back in your place, kid,” Luke grunted, the stench of bourbon on his breath making you want to gag. “Perhaps I’ll take you upstairs right now--”

“--fuck you!” you screamed. Without thinking, you brought up a hand and smacked Luke clearly across his left cheek. 

A few gasps rang out from the sound of the hit, but it was already too late for you to try and take it back. You’d felt that sharp, pulling sensation that you always felt when you accidentally touched a plant with a bare hand, or swatted at a mosquito in the air in front of you. At that moment, you already knew that you’d just made a grave mistake. 

Luke’s body instantly became cold and lifeless, dropping to the floor. You shook and quickly scooped up your glove, yanking it back on before you could kill again. 

Someone dove to the floor and checked for a pulse. “Holy shit, he’s ice cold! Like….dead guy cold!” 

“Not possible!”

“Did he have a heart attack?”

“Y/N hit him and he just went down like a sack of bricks!” 

“She just slapped him! I saw! It wasn’t even a punch!” 

As everyone began screaming and arguing about the newly-dead body in their midst, you quickly darted in and out of them before they could stop you, leaving the Christmas party and quickly running into the street, back towards your apartment. 

This was the first time you’d killed another person. On Christmas eve, no less. 

Oh god, oh god, oh god…

Having left the party so swiftly, you didn’t notice a man quickly take out a cell phone as soon as he saw what had happened, calling not 9-1-1, but someone even worse…

It all happened so fast. 

You’d immediately begun to pack as soon as you arrived home, planning on skipping town and creating another identity before the whole village knew about you, now that the cat was out of the bag. 

However, you’d barely had time to pull out the contents of a single drawer before your small apartment building was descended upon by what you thought was a S.W.A.T. team at first. The landlady, a scared little old woman, quickly gave the troops of men with guns what they wanted, ratting you out the minute they asked for any tenants with your description. 

Four men entered your studio, seeing you frozen against the far wall. 

“Get back…please…I really didn’t mean it…”

It didn’t matter. The agents immediately subdued and arrested you, placing a bag over your cuffed hands as an extra precaution as they forced you into their van and off toward New York City, which was only about an hour away. 

The rest of the night, and the following day was a flood of hot lights, buzzing noises and rings, people talking in technobabble, and countless violations of your privacy and bodily autonomy. You were subjected to medical, dental, and ocular exams, all while still being gloved and cuffed. The entirety of Christmas day was spent being treated like a criminal, as well as an experiment, and by nightfall, you’d been stashed away in a glass tank somewhere underground, about the size of your bedroom, with only a pallet for a bed, a trick door to receive food, and a hole in the floor for a toilet. 

Christ, I’m an animal in here, you thought, frightened. 

Your prison was brightly-lit, sterile, and full of monitors, recording devices, and a guard was always posted at the door, facing away from you but towards a security screen. You felt like a helpless little mouse under it all. Yet, you felt it was necessary all the same. 

I killed my ex, you thought, realizing how bad it looked. They won’t believe me no matter how hard I cry or yell. I am a monster to them. Maybe they’re right…some people just need to be dealt with like the garbage they are worth, and no matter what I do…I’m one of them. 

The clock on the wall read 9:30pm when you finally had a visitor, an extremely handsome, chiseled blonde man, whose face you couldn’t avoid being familiar with if you tried. 

“Hello,” said Steve Rogers, his voice wavering between anxiety and authority. “I’m Steve Rogers.”

You only looked him in the eye for a moment before deciding not to engage with your jailer (one of them, anyway). 

“Do you have a name?”

You didn’t reply, looking ahead of you instead, at the wall, from your spot on the floor by the pallet. 

“We need to run some tests on--with!--you for the next few weeks. We know what happened, and we know what you can do. You’re, heh, you’re quite dangerous.”

An awkward silence only served to put a bigger wall between you, larger and thicker than the six-inch-thick dome of plate glass separating the two of you at the moment. 

“You need to understand why we’re keeping you here--”

You emitted an involuntary scoff, putting Rogers off. 

“I can see I won’t be able to make any headway with you right now. Fury will be down to see you in the morning,” Steve added before making a quick exit. 

What a jerk, you thought. He’s so haughty. 

You attempted to lie down and see if you could manage to sleep this entire nightmare away, but the lights in the room were bright, white, fluorescent, and penetrated your closed eyelids. Not that it mattered, you couldn’t doze for more than an hour at a time without someone coming in to observe or attempt to engage you.

The famous Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, visited around midnight, her impossibly red hair braided messily behind her, her eyes looking at you with relentless pity, making you squirm and feel more like a zoo animal. You also refused to speak to her, even though she had a bit more social tact than Captain America (America’s Ass, indeed!). 

Early in the morning, Dr. Banner appeared. He also tried to speak with you but when you refused, he only accepted it and took some vitals. You got the feeling he’d sympathize with you at the very least, but you remained committed to your choice of refusing to give anyone an inch.

Finally, just after dawn on the day after Christmas, Nick Fury visited, much less of a ‘nice guy’ than the others had been. 

“Y’know, if you really want us to see you as someone who doesn’t need to be here, you might want to try talking to us, instead of looking like you want to blow our brains off our skulls,” he said. 

You refused to comply, deliberately turning your head away. 

“You do realize that S.H.I.E.L.D. can keep you here indefinitely,” Fury added. “You’re a top-level threat. According to our agent, you slapped some bitch, and he was dead before he hit the floor! While, I’ll admit, that sounds pretty damn badass, that’s not something a night in the drunk tank fixes.”

You wanted to get it into his head exactly what had happened, how everything was unintentional, and how ever since you developed your ‘gift’ as a child, you were taught that leather gloves could contain the danger. You’d been able to manage nearly thirty years of this ‘touch of death’ you possessed without committing homicide before…and the other night HAD been a total accident…

Hell, take my hands if you want to! I can learn to eat with my feet or something! Just let me go home…

“Look, until you cooperate, it’s probably best that you know that your own neck is on the line, here,” Fury continued, warning you. 

This finally got your full attention, and Fury noticed. 

He went on and explained. “If we conclude that you’re a danger to the world, and let’s be real…you kill anything you touch with your bare hands, here, we may end up having to permanently contain you, and S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t exactly enjoy letting threats live.” 

No, you thought. No way any organization would be allowed to snuff me…

One look into Nick Fury’s aggressive, angry eye was enough to convince you that he was not bluffing or bullshitting. 

“Now, perhaps later you’ll change your mind,” he hinted, turning to leave you alone again. “I’ll be back at noon. I suggest you be in a better mood to socialize.”

Thus, you spend Christmas alone, imprisoned in a cage, without a friend in the world. 

“Well, what can you expect from someone you dragged out of her home and arrested?” asked Nat. “Why should she want to talk to any of us?”

The Avengers were assembled in the library, talking with Fury about the situation regarding your acquisition. 

“She probably sees us as the enemy already,” suggested Steve, taking a sip of water from a glass in front of him. “Lord knows what that will mean for us if she gets out.”

“She’s got to know how quickly any kind of escape attempt would end should she try it,” said Fury. 

Steve shrugged. “She’s a loose cannon, Nick. She looked at me like she wanted to bite my nose off.” 

“Perhaps that’s because you shot first?”

Loki Laufeyson, standing by the window overlooking the back lawn of the compound, finally joined the conversation with his question. “Why are none of you assuming this little reaper is merely being defensive against the swarm of soldiers who burst into her bedroom in the middle of the night?” 

“Loki,” Fury began, putting his hands on his hips, openly expressing his continuing disdain for the God of Mischief, “What makes you think we want your opinion?”

He shrugged. “I’m hurt,” he said, sarcastically playing his hand over his heart. 

“I want to hear him out,” said Stark. “Rudolph knows more about the Bad Guy Life than the rest of us, right?”

Loki pursed his lips. “I will pretend I didn’t hear the half-witticism.” 

“Well?” asked Fury. 

The god shrugged. “Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves a bit? I mean, it isn’t like the woman did anything extreme, like--”

“--take over New York City with a herd of killer sky worms on behalf of a genocidal grape?” countered Fury, making Loki step back and shrug. 

“Why are you standing up for her? You haven’t even gone down to see her yet,” said Steve. “What do you gain from being her lawyer?”

“Well, call me a gentleman if you must,” he began, smiling cockily, “but perhaps I relate to her in a manner the rest of you cannot identify with. After all, you voted to give me a chance at redemption!” 

Stark rolled his eyes. “You know damn well that was reluctant, and mainly due to your brother having your back and taking responsibility for you.” 

Loki sighed. After hearing that S.H.I.E.L.D. had captured a woman on the biggest holiday that Midgard celebrated for apparently slapping a man to death, he immediately wanted to know more. Any mention of magic fascinated him these days, now that he was under the watchful eye of The Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. To him, something didn’t add up, and he got the feeling that you were more of a victim than your target, and that you were far more likely to be selectively mute out of fear over spite. 

He recalled the fear he himself stirred within the hearts of others, and how in the end, it only dulled his own feelings of superiority, for any tyrant who commands the terror of his people is only awaiting the day they learn that behind those defensive walls, was a truly inadequate leader with nothing but his wits to live on. After the defeat of Thanos, and after the world was restored, it was this idea of accepting the truth rather than coating it in a layer of glimmer that gave Loki the motivation to become a worthy Avenger. 

Of course convincing the others took a lot of work, and even now less than half of them trusted him in earnest. While at first, it may have been an attempt at self-preservation, over the following year, the newfound respect he was gaining was reinforced by Thor, and after a while, the dust, for the most part, settled. 

“Look,” said Loki, pacing about the room as the cogs turned in his mind. “Perhaps we can come to some kind of--”

“--oh hell no, I am not making deals with this clown,” Fury clapped back, gritting his teeth. 

“Please, Fury,” asked Thor, finally chiming in. “Just hear him out!” 

“Maybe it’s something she can learn to control,” Loki suggested. “And if she can, and if we can keep her on our side, maybe having someone like her would be advantageous to our reputation against everyone up there,” Loki gently pointed upward at the air. “As Thor and I have both assured you, Thanos is far from the only threat to the planet and the universe.”

“And, how do you suggest we train her?” asked Fury. “If she touches your knuckle, it's game over! So, who wants to volunteer to be her, uh, coach?”

Looking around, it was obvious that no one was willing to get too close to you. No one, save for Loki. 

“Here is what I propose,” he began, “One year. Give me one year with her. I will even take her away from here, to New Asgard. From what it sounds like, her magic is naturally hers, as is mine, which means I know more about how it behaves already than most of you.” 

“That’s a bit of a stretch to make,” Steve muttered. 

“Why New Asgard?” asked Fury.

Thor chimed in. “So we can keep an eye on Loki too, to make sure he keeps his word. The King isn’t exactly his biggest supporter. She can ensure that this plan is followed through.” 

“New Asgard is a more open environment. A lowly sort of fisherman’s village, but a place that doesn’t push a lot of stress onto a captive. We won’t make any headway with her powers if she’s constantly defending herself,” reasoned the Trickster. “She must feel comfortable. Only then will she trust us.” 

“And how do we gauge the success of your little experiment at the end of the year?” asked Fury. 

“I don’t know….some sort of exam? A test of progress?” suggested Loki. 

Fury looked to Stark, then Nat, then Steve. “If she passes, she’s just free to go?”

Loki nodded. “It’s only fair if she manages to do it, yes?”

“As if you’d know a damn thing about fairness,” mumbled Fury. “And what if she can’t do it? If she proves that she really can’t be helped?”

The former Prince of Asgard reeled back, not wanting to state the obvious answer: if you couldn’t be helped, then you’d still have to be ‘dealt with’ in the manner S.H.I.E.L.D. preferred. Loki knew he was on thin ice, and that the only reason he was even able to keep his head was thanks to some quick, successful trickery that had kept the tesseract out of Thanos’ purple claws. Once the stone within was destroyed, even Fury couldn’t deny that utter catastrophe was averted thanks directly to his actions. You, on the other hand, had been given no such chance to prove yourself. 

“I will take responsibility for her safety and compliance,” Loki answered. “Any crisis or failure will be on my conscience.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, as if to imply that Loki still wasn’t sure what a conscience was.

Fury looked around the room, deep in thought as he made his decision. “I already regret this,” he said. “Give us a week, and we’ll make the arrangements. But I have terms, Laufeyson.”

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t,” Loki muttered with a subdued victory smile. 

“You will have three-hundred and sixty-five damn days in New Asgard,” Fury demanded. “We will be allowed to drop by for a progress report at any time. If she passes her test at the end of the trial, she will be given full permission to leave. If she fails, we sit BOTH your asses down in that tank until the end of time, you got it?”

“Very well…”

“..and when I say ‘end of time,’ know that my range of said time is subjective,” Fury warned. “If she’s too dangerous to contain, we’ll have no choice but to terminate her.”

Steve cringed. “I really thought we learned a lesson about playing God with people, no matter who they are…” 

Fury rolled his eyes. “Don’t add to it, Rogers.”

“Then it’s settled, and now, I’d like to meet my new student for myself,” Loki insisted, not waiting for an answer from anyone before leaving the room. 

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This is the dance I imagined between Y/n and Prince Stolas...

I'm so in love with this music...it's so tender and loving...

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THE BALL

DemonPrinceStolaxf!reader

Tw:a little angst, dom vibes, submission, very light hint of smut.

(ok...I'll admit it, this is mostly "fluff" but it serves me to continue the story...hope you like it anyway)

You take a deep breath before exiting the chambers of the great Prince, you nervously smooth with your finger the soft fabric of your ball gown.

It's an unusual dress for you and you care not to ruin it so you lightly lift two spots of the wide skirt to avoid tripping while you're walking direct to your old room, where there are still all of your things.

You sigh once outside your room and with you right hand you turn the knob entering the quiet space. You try to keep you mind focused elsewhere so he couldn't know what you are searching.

"Here you are..." you whisper finding your black tourmaline necklace. You unclasp the closure and wear it. You're using the knowledge he gave you against him. You shudder, knowing that this stunt will surely have consequences, but now you need to think straight, without anyone right there in the corner of your mind who can see or hear your thoughts.

You take both of your hands at your chest, over your heart and then you exhale deeply. You adjust the mask that covers your face above your nose.

*you can do it.* you murmur to yourself heading now to the great Hall. Thousands of times you have walked past the closed doors of the banquet hall, imagining the lavish feasts of the Goetia aristocracy but never imagining one day that you could enter there, let alone participate in one of those parties.

You arrive at the grand staircase and descend slowly, with a soft step, and a few steps from the end you find him waiting for you. He's breathtaking in his princely uniform. His icy eyes scan you, a flash of malice flashes through them, you notice it even if his face is covered by an elegant black mask with a blue feather. He offers you his hand and you place yours in his open palm.

"My lord" you murmur in a hushed voice bowing gently before him.

"Y/n" he responds algidly tightening his grip on your hand and accompanying you down the last few steps before entering the great hall.

He barely leans towards you before whispering in your ear "I don't know whether to be proud of your use of the knowledge I imparted you or to be enraged enough to bend you over and spank you until you won't sit down again indefinitely, for the way you challenge me..."

You feel a shiver of fear run down your spine and you glance a him with wide eyes.

"My lord..I..." you try to justify yoursef but you're interrupt by the page who loudly announces your entrance. Suddenly the great din in the hall quiets down and you feel the gaze of those present upon you. Your breath catches in your throat.

You notice that everyone is in their human form but you assume that you're the only real human in the hall.

"Well, well, well..." you hear a deep voice murmurs at your side. It gives you chills but at the same time it's strangely caressing, mellifluous.

"So it's true you've taken a favorite, Stolas..." he continues as now he moves himself in front of both of you.

"Yes, your Majesty..." the owl demon replies bowing his head. " His infernal Majesty, king Lucifer, may I present you my protégé: Y/N..." you hear the words fall down the lips of the great Prince with an icy composure.

As soon as you understand that you're in front of the King of Hell himself, you graciously bow down.

"Your Majesty" you whisper, your head down, your eyes on his polished shoes.

"Such a beauty, indeed..."he replies pinching your chin to look you in the face. You carefully glance at him, his eyes are like raging fires, his features are sharp as his cheekbones could cut glass, his platinum hair is straighten back. He's wearing an imperial white and gold uniform that accentuates his pale skin and seems to complement well with your golden gown.He isn't wearing any mask.

He moves his hand in front of you and you pose your trembling hand in his as he help you rise on your feet.

"May I ask a dance with you, milady?" He asks politely. You turn to look to the great prince and he nods. You can feel his coldness but no-one could deny this kind of request made by the infernal King.

"It would be a pleasure, my king" you murmur softly before he moves you both to the center of the hall.

He distance lightly himself before you to bow elegantly to you and you do the same with a deep curtsy before the orchestra start to play. He places his right hand on your hip, sliding it viciously to the lower of your back while you pose your right on his shoulder and your left picks up your skirt to the side, lifting it just slightly off the ground so as not to get in your way. His other hand is behind his back, giving him a royal stance.

With expert step he leads the dance and you follow effortlessly.

"You are not only beautiful, but you also have the grace of a swan...you are full of surprises..." he compliments, bending just slightly towards your face.

"I thank you, my lord... I am only human... I possess only that which is humble and destined for mortals..." you reply softly.

Suddenly, following the music, he moves both hands to your hips, effortlessly lifting you up and then moving in a circle on his feet before sliding you against his body, putting your feet back on the ground. You gasp quietly at the sudden gesture, he's glancing at you with a proud grin.

His left hand now is moving to catch yours to make you twirl so your back is against his chest.

"Oh, little sparrow, if you want I can make you immortal...save your beauty from decay...I can grant you this much and more..." he murmurs slyly tightening his grip on your hip against him. He smell like cloves and sandalwood with a deep hint of leather.

"I ask just one thing from you...join me...be my concubine...and I'll bend the universe at your feet..." he whispers in the shell of your ear. You felt a shiver of fear and despair running down your spine. His presence start to make you feel uncomfortable.

With your eyes you're searching for the owl demon prince who's following every movement of your dance. You're cursing yourself for your bad idea to wear your tourmaline necklace who cuts your thoughts from him. In this precise moment you would scream to him that he has to be sure of your devotion, of your love and he must never doubt that even if the King of hell is trying to make you one of his concubines.

You turn back in front of King Lucifer, following his lead you both twirl through the hall.

"My lord...my king...I shall thank you for your gracious offer, but I must deny your request. I'm a simple woman, I already have everything that I want and need. I'm a humble servant of your majesty but I already belong with your great prince...." you mutter with your heart in your throat as you are denying the infernal King, you're terrified of the consequences. You honeyed you words but still speak your truth.

As you end your sentence the music come to an end and you bow again in front of him, waiting for your fate. A sudden laugh bursts loudly in the hall.

"Even brave and clever..." - he murmurs - " you educated her well Stolas..." he concludes in the direction of the great prince. As that was a signal to the party to start, the room went full of chat again and you feel steps around you as other couples start to crowd the hall to dance. You sigh on relief as you haven't loose your neck or life for your stubborness, but you dare to move if not instructed.

Suddenly you could sense the presence of your dark prince near you.

"May I have back my guest then, Your Majesty?" He murmurs in an icy tone. You couldn't see that but the king gesture him to go on and now you see his hand coming into your view, you raise your eyes to meet his, posing your little hand into his.

As you take his hand and he yanks you gently against him, he lean closer.

"Dance with me" he whispers and you notice a kind of desperation in his tone.

You nod quietly and as the music starts you take a couple of steps back, you swirl before bowing gently turning softly your right arm to the left, you raise and do the same movement to your right before raising again and with a little pirouette you swirl near him and you take the hand he offers you, guiding you to dance, circling him.

While you dance with him you can feel your entire body rejoice, relax and become more aware in every contact, recognising his presence. You feel yourself lighter, as you're flying from the hard marble floor.

"You did good with King Lucifer..." he murmurs fondly, praising you.

"I could not belong to anyone else...I'm yours..." you answer searching for his eyes.

He chuckles darkly.

"Mine" he whispers lowering even more his voice while the music dies sweetly and he bend you gently into a casque.

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He keeps you near him for the entire evening, pampering you with food, drink and making sure everyone in the hall know well that you are his, so anyone could try to touch you or treats you in an unkind manner.

You lean lightly against his arm as you start to feel your tiredness wash over you. The confrontation with the infernal majesty himself has almost completely drained you. He has noticed your exhaustion and he excuses himself with the others with whom he's talking and he takes you in his arms.

"I can walk.."you try to protest blushing of embarrassment but he glance at you in a warning and you lean against his chest while he's taking you out of the great hall.

Once in his chambers, he leans you down on the bed and he sits at you feet. He removes his mask before moving his hands to your shoes.

"My lord..." you murmur retracting your feet, blushing furiously and leveraging yourself on your elbows.

"Let me take care of you..." he whispers and your heart drop.

You nod quietly and he removes your shoes. You can feel his fingers tracing your foot with a feathered touch. You giggle lightly retracting your feet trying to hide them under your skirt.

"I didn't know you were so sensible..." he murmurs chucking.

"It tingles.." you answer biting your lower lip.

He looks at you with gentle eyes. "Come here...let me free you from this dress..." he says patting his tight gently.

You swallow and you do as he ask, sitting in his lap, giving him access to your back. He moves your hair on your shoulder and then you feel his nimble fingers opening the back of the dress. Soon after you feel the soft but heavy fabric graze you skin as he guide it down your arms to pool at your waist. He leans over you kissing your other shoulder.

"I'm sorry..."you whisper demure peaking lightly at him, behind you. He's watching you with a questioning look.

"For this..." you answer his unapoken question showing him your black tourmaline pendant that shield your mind. With a gentle tug you unclasp your necklace, freeing your mind again for him.

He gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Little one, if you need your space, talk to me. Don't shut me out like you did today... I'm a patient demon but I can't understand what you need if you don't talk to me about it" he mutters serious but with gentleness in his tone.

"I'm so sorry" you repeat meekly leaning against him and savouring the sudden heat that emanates his chest.

He poses his hand over you belly to keep you against him and he moves you slightly to free you from the dress, leaving you in your dark corset and panties. He snaps his fingers and the dress disappears then he moves you against the pillows as he rise and start to undress.

He unbutton his uniform jacket and take it down, leaving it on a chair, he undo his lace tie and removes his onyx cufflinks, then he start to unbutton his white shirt.

"Please...let me..." you murmur rising on your knees on the bed. He turn to face you and you pose both your hand on his chest picking up where he stops. You start slowly, descending until the shirt sink into his trousers. You stop, posing both your hands on the buckle of his belt and he brings his left hand to your face, letting his open palm caress your cheek reverently.

"You surprised me tonight..." he whispers softly and you lean into his touch.

"You did so good...and I'm proud of you..." he continue as his thumb grazes lightly your lower lip. You close your eyes and let his words sinking deep inside you. You can feel his other hand grazing the hem of your corset and suddenly your free of the constriction.

"C'mere" he murmurs inviting you to close completely the distance. You climb onto him, both your arms at his neck, his right hand moves between your hair, making you still as he invades your mouth, his left hand slide onto your back until it grasp your arse.

You moan into his mouth as his tongue explores you, intertwining with yours.

You managed to break the kiss just to catch your breath.

"I need you..."you whisper shyly.

"As you should..." he murmurs in response crashing you onto the bed.

"I can assure you that the only words that tonight will leave your mouth will be my name and 'more' " he pronunce with a wicked grin to adorn his lips.

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