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Tickly Dinner and then I forgot how it ends

It was a pleasant dinner, why wouldn't it be? The atmosphere oh god I said atmosphere about a restaurant I'm going to jump into that big pot of hooooly shit lobster bisque anywayyy she's sitting across from me and then the look starts. I see it in the corner of her plush pink lips, the sproutlings of a smirk. I push my own lips out in protest, I shake my head with a subtle tilt as the waistress drops off our refills. Yes, waistress because she both looks like she has extremely ticklish wide hips and would be a hugely sassy tickler shaking them while bringing the adorable man host to giggling tears I mean that guy is wearing the silkiest dark suit and sports endless curly locks, he needs to be struggling through gasping giggles at all hours of the day while his waistress tickles his pockets and taunts his princely rod held prisoner in those divinely soft pants. I snap at my own hand, trying to keep it still. She's pursing those lips now, lowering her chin and sending out those teasy beams from her sparkly globes goooosh I hate this so much, it should not be possible to hold such sway over someone's body this must be exactly how the servants to the gilded feather of the crescent ocean felt when the ancient snickerqueen rose from the depths and imprisoned them in the jet chamber which is kind of like when you're in a pool and there's that jet of water and you put your navel up to it and then the lifeguard throws you out because you keep giggling and it's distracting him but also you couldn't help but poke that adorable toned navel. Okayyyy her eyes are on mine now and it's starting. Goooooosshhh can't do it I can't it's not going to be good the waistress will see, that old couple next to us who I'm pretty sure are diddling one another under the table will see mmh I sure hope I'm getting that kind of action when I'm ancient why do we never see like really old ladies in tickle clips I mean the fetish has been prominent for so long and there's those vintage clips and those girls have to be old now I really want to see how their experience grew all this time and ahhhh I canttttt she's wiggling those lips I'm gonna dooo it I'm lifting my shirt oooh gossh the air in here is kissing my belly and now I'm snickering~

"Grrrrr I hope you're happyyyy!!"

I feel my nose crinkle, I tried to stop it but my nose doesn't listen ever and now that fire just exploded. And then it explodes again because I push my glasses up with my pinky and I see her tickler look flash ~ that big streak of a smirking smile and knowing cast of her eyes. Even her hair is against me, bouncing with that little taunt. My belly twitches under the cool air of the restaurant and the exposure. She's tickling my navel with those eyes, I want to cover it but instead I shift and now my hips pop slightly from my bottoms. Ughhhh this superpower she has over meee ~

"You'll need to stop that."

The waistress towers down over me, her intense hazel globes putting on a show but there's a clear brightness to her stride. With catlike quickness she checks and sneaks a poke right on my navel. Not just a poke. It's clearly a strum, a special move only a tickler would have loaded and ready to roll. Nnnnh. I hate being so right! I also hate that squeak that just escaped my lips as my cheeks ignite in blush. Not just my cheeks, my neck is positively pink, I can feel it. My shirt sheepishly goes down as my new tickler continues on her way and my present tickler has taken the opportunity to move to the next level of torment.

"Don't youuuuu dare~~~" I snarl, gripping the table trying to look tough. Her phone is out on the table, the screen clearly visible as she gives me an innocent look as the app launches. Gently pulsing lines draw across the screen and I feel them wake up. Those jerks, the little nubbins hidden throughout my outfit. One by one they activate, under my arms, along my ribs, over my belly, one for each hip, one for each hip dip, behind the knees, under the toes, andddd naturalllly plenty around the royal areas ~

"Shall we start on low?" That fully exposed tickler's smirk. I almost fall out of my chair right then and there, stripping off all my clothes for her spell. Instead I feel my lips twitch and tremble. Her fingertip gently flicks along one of the pulsing lines to start a wavy pattern. MMmhh~~~ gentle buzzes start up along my ribs, feeling like flirty fingers gliding up and down. I try to hold stoic, turning my head side to side. She isn't having it, her middle finger taps the adjacent wave and it's a sudden shock to my underarms. I pound the table and attract way more attention than is ever comfortable in my entire lifetime.

"Good ticklebug~ and speaking of bugs, I think I saw something fluttering around that adorable lil bellybutton~" She leaves the rib tickles to repeat, fingers touching and probing each one like I'm getting an examination that never ends and who the heeeeeck examines ribs anyway? I suppose someone has to and I sure hope I don't need it anytime sooon but now I can't think about that because a humming is starting around my tummy. It trembles as the nubbin attached to my shirt works its magic. Spidering grasps, soft strokes, loving pokes ~ how is it even possible to simulate, how is she sooo good with that app ~

"How are you soooo gooooood??" Her fingers dance and twirl and work away on the bouncing lines, her other hand casually holding up her cheek as she holds that darn adorable smile with a torturous streak ~ she shrugs playfully and starts sending trembling loving signals to my legs and toes. I stand up, catch eyes with her and sit down to take my tickles ~ I'm bursting with giggles now, sounding like I was being fed an endless stream of jokes from the funniest tablemate ever and yet my tablemate is simply beaming across at me, drinking up my every sound and reaction.

"Does that tickle?" She muses, making feather strokes happen along my toes. I slip a moan. I'm begging and pleading though it really just sounds like squeaks and garbled attempts to make anything sensible. Suuurely the waistress will be back, to eject us to at least relieve me of this public tickling spectacle ~ I try to find eyes with the towering lady of endless refills ~ and just as the buzzing creeps into my royal areas I see her, casually having a snack at an unoccupied table and soaking up from a perfect viewpoint these teases being enacted on my body. Mmmmmhhhh goooosh ~

"Okayyy okay okay okayy okayy okay okayyy~" the attempts to endure start and fail just as suddenly~

"Okay okay okay? ~~ Okay? Yeahhh~! This is so hot, I'm not gonna lie~" She grins, slipping a sly hand down to I thiiiink give some sympathetic tickles to her own royal area as the loving hums start up on my chest buttons, alternating and shaking like flicking fingers. The table should file a lawsuit for assault against me, I pound it again and again. I'm full on laughing now, gasping even. The other patrons are watching everything. She goes full bore and starts up the buzzing in my honeyspot. I sing verses to songs that never existed in pitches that shouldn't. She goes "oooooh~!" with impression before gliding down to raise the buzzes and taunt my swelling royal princess part. I grasp the tablecloth as hard as I can, it starts rolling towards me. The silverware starts clattering on the floor, drinks spill and cups all. I suck at magic tricks. I shake my head no no no no no. She bobs her head yes yes yes.

"Mmmhmmm mmmmhmm~"

My silky panties become weaponized, cradling my royal areas snugly to hold back and tease the swelling while delivering all those trembling buzzies on the death spot. The gathered crowd is watching intently, hanging on every moment. "Will she?" is the common sentiment though they say nothing. I'm rising, rising, their bated breath with me, my princess part teased and vibrated to maximum ridiculousness, honeyspot thoroughly pillaged by tickles and my ribs and belly and underarms and toes are bullied to bits ~

And then she hits the panic button~

Front row tickets at the tickle noise concert. The vibrators are playing an all-night set and the encore is as long as the show. I lose all semblance of control, the rhythms are all gone and my body is beholden to tingly tickly chaos erupting all over. The tickle spots are in a fight for dominance for who gets to make the most sounds of my lips ~ I'm off my chair, the chair was gone like minutes ago. I gyrate around and buck and struggle ~ the gigglegasm was right within reach ~ and now it seems so distant, the light of a star that arrived only to tell me it had been dead long before ~ Endless eyes are looking down, smiles and smirks. She still sits at the table, almost comically, just casually orchestrating my complete annihilation ~

And then it stops. When did it stop? Am I still laughing? Am I dead? Am I evil? My feet are walking. Moving backwards. Maybe in heaven everyone walks backwards hahaha I think I'm going to heaven. Maybe a haven. That's pretty cool. Tifa has a Haven and she punches people so that's neat except she probably wouldn't tickle me. I wish she should because that hair. It's just like the hair of this waistress who hollllyyyyy sugar she's backing me into this stall and asking if she can see "me". I nod dreamily. It's probably not happening except it is my bottoms are tugged down and my girl is right there too she's pressing vibeys again and now this domineering woman is taking that strummy finger and working the sleeve imprisoning my bullied princess part and my navel at the same time. She's playing me like an instrument with those nails and that wicked sneer ~ sooo much contempt for this silly girl in her restaurant ~ something about that's it cum for mama I can't even register the words because I'm not a cash register but I know that command and that tone and it's all it really takes because I'm so tickled and the buzzies are going and she has my navel and my princess rod and now I'm right here, backed up by these two lovelies made to gigglecum so much in this bathroom ~

how utterly ridiculous~

And even more so because through the fuzzies I now realize we're moving ~ I must have fuzzed out ~ no matter because the car will take me home~~excepppppt I happen to be bound with my arms up in this backseat ~ and the driver is neither the waistress nor my lady ~ because they sit next to me, applying bright shades of lip gloss as a tingly post gigglegasm makeout session is soon to begin~~~<3

"Oooh no you're not stopping the story with your silly heart just yettt"

Gooosh how silly. I have to wiggle and struggle madly as this car drives somewhere surely but more importantly a plush pair of pink lips and purple lips make kissy muah muah mauh taunting sounds as they caress and graze down my arms and biceps. I beg and plead not to kiss my muscles, I simply can't take that and now they're making me admit it to my reading audience tooo ~ They snicker and continue, passing the phone back and forth to send taunting buzzes under my legs to make me dance. Their lips split up, with my lady making out with me but more like sipping the giggles from my lips as the waistress moves to my belly, sealing her lips and blowing raspberries between loving kisses across all that sensitive skin before dipping her tongue in and out of my twitching navel. My chin is directed up so they can start tormenting my neck. I'm screaming with gasping moaning giggles. The prints tingle all over my arms and tummy and now my neck.

Our car makeout session goes so long I don't even realize we've arrived at the torture Miss Amy Convention. Good old MAC. Except people keep showing up for makeup and computers or something.

Alright, I'm so done~

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brunchable · 2 years

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Garden of Eden CH 4: Stairwell || Surgeon!Stephen x F!Reader

Words: 4K Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square, Sexual Tension. Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY. Public, fingering, handjob, unprotected p & v sex, creampie. Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader A/N: Asdfghjkl somebody call 911, CHEEZUZ CHRIST. I cannot with this chapter. I know its been 84 years, but i just honestly got writer's block for this series. Also. . . bruh.... Benedict look so fucking hot in that photo UGHHHH FML.

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“So what’s it going to be?” Stephen asked with a raised brow, your eyes finding his lips no matter how hard you try to stare into his soul.

“You want me to keep your affair with the CEO’s daughter a secret and in exchange you’ll finally become a decent man? I don’t think you have that in you.” You challenged Stephen, confidently smirking that he won’t be able to uphold his part, “What will you do if you don’t keep your side of the bargain?”

“You don’t let anything slide do you?” Stephen chuckled, licking his bottom lip, “If I don't then I’ll expose myself to the Chairman.”

Hm, not bad. You thought and nodded, “Alright, sounds risky enough. Deal.”

“Uh-uh, not so fast. What will you do if you don’t keep your side?”

You elicit a sigh, “If I don’t keep my word, hm, I don’t know, I don’t really have anything to lose.”

“How about you stay away from Chris and you have to do everything I want.” Stephen suggested, which made you huff through your nose. Is he mad? Why do I get two punishments?

“That’s two.”

“Then choose one. You have to do everything I want, no objections—or stay away from Chris.”

“Fine, I will choose to do everything you want.”

Stephen chuckled, “So, you do have a thing for Chris.”

“Your words, not mine.” You tried your best not to tense your jaw.

“Don’t worry, I can change that.” Stephen loved your choice, it was in the way the corners of his mouth curled until it creased his cheeks. You honestly now want to know where he harvests all his confidence from.

“Don’t look so happy, Strange. I’m very good at keeping secrets. However, you? You’re going to have a hard time.” You pushed yourself off the wall and walked back to join your friend group.

Stephen felt himself wanting more after you so impulsively kissed him in front of these people. You walked away from him slowly, hips swaying as if you were a runway model. The look you gave him lingered on his face as long as it possibly could have. You seemed wickedly pleased with yourself for the manner in which you had just tripped him up.

After a couple of teasing from the friends that were surrounding the both of you, Stephen smiled at you. Secretly, he wondered if there had ever been any real attraction there. You sucked cutely on your straw while watching his eyes until it crackled and hissed with the sound of completion.

"Ah, fuck," you said, glancing down at the glass with a pout. "I’m just going to get another glass, be right back.” You got up from your seat, still feeling Stephen’s burning gaze as you approached the bar to order another glass.

You leaned over the counter in a suggestive manner, sticking out your rear end slightly while tapping on the glossy black counter. Stephen could tell that you knew you were the ultimate tease and you loved doing it.

Tonight, you liked the attention you got through it and the fun that came with it. You knew that when you walked into the room tonight people would turn and look at you. It gave you a deep thrill inside of you knowing that people would look, especially Stephen—that he would be lusting over you.

Just as you sat down on one of the high chairs, Stephen approached you again, this time to strike up a casual conversation, “So what drink did you get?” he asked, standing close to you to make you jump a little.

“Just champagne,” You answered plainly, “Why are you here?”

“Came here to grab a drink as well and avoid the teasing from the situation you caused.”

You chuckled softly, he wasn’t going to let that go. You shifted in your chair causing you to accidentally show more of your legs. Stephen noticed, and glanced down a little longer at your legs. You moved one of your legs a little more that it just so briefly showed a bit of your lace stocking top.

Stephen took a deep breath in, unsure whether you were trying to turn him on, on purpose or you just couldn’t be bothered fixing your skirt, “So. . . how long have you been single?”

You grabbed the glass of champagne, “I don’t know a year? What about you?”

“Not too long.” He answered vaguely, desperately not trying to look at either your legs or cleavage, “You want to have a go at playing pool?”

You glanced at the pool table where only a few people were around, “Yeah sure, why not?” You took your glass with you and followed Stephen who friendly asked the people there whether both of you could join.

“Do you know how to play?” Stephen asked you while grabbing a pool cue and rubbing it with the blue chalk. One of the guys had fixed the billiard ball to a reset now that you and Stephen joined in.

“Not really, I used to play a casual game with friends back when I was in university.”

“It’s pretty easy, you break the set and whichever you shoot into the holes first will be your colour,” Stephen explained, “Why don’t you give it a try for beginner’s luck?” He passed the cue to you.

You reluctantly took it and positioned yourself in a way you remembered how to play. Stephen examined that your posture was wrong and without thinking, he came up to you, leaning over you, his crotch pressed into your ass, placed his hand over yours on the cue. Your firm, little ass and the smell of your hair made him harder. You didn't move, at first and tried to think nothing of it—but you felt his raging boner against your ass as he leaned over you. You realised you were wet and pushed your ass back into him, discreetly biting your lower lip.

Stephen assisted you in thrusting the cue and broke the rack. You stood up straight quickly and faced away from him for a second, not knowing what to say or how to stand, at this point. Finally, you turned and leaned against the brick wall and tried to appear casual as if Stephen's impressive cock hadn't been firmly planted against your ass.

“You alright?” Stephen asked, he’d wished you’d say no so that he could take you away from this party. That first feeling of you wasn't enough, he wanted to touch every inch of you, investigate your every crevice and taste every part of you.

“I’m good,” You flashed a smile, “Keep playing.”

You pulled your phone out and tried to pretend to be very interested in something on the screen but, instead, imagined Stephen was holding you down, with his huge, bulging arms and having his way with you. You had to distract yourself before it gets a little obvious for him.

It was the longest nine minutes ever. To be quite honest, Stephen looked very hot when he’s focused, not to mention his smile every time he scores. You were dying to know how far Stephen would take his obvious attraction for you, how far you'd let him go and what his cock would feel like without the barrier of clothing between you.

You approached Stephen, placing your hand on his shoulder, “I’m going to step out for a bit.” You informed him and walked off without giving him the chance to reply. You needed to get away from him, your frustrations were heightened because of all the alcohol you drank—all the wild thoughts about him.

But of course, he follows you like a puppy, calling out behind you in the hallway just in time to see you enter a stairwell, “Hey, you okay?”

You jumped, “Yeah, I-I think I just drank too much alcohol.” Lies.

Stephen took a step closer to you, placing his hand on either side of your arms, caressing them—soothing you, "You sure?"

You were struggling to get your thoughts in order. You’re grappling with making this move and taking the proverbial bull by the horns and throwing caution to the wind. What will happen on Monday when you both return to work? What will your friends say as they still sit in the booth you were just occupying?

You look up to meet his eyes, his eyes filled with trepidation and longing. You stare into him and you’ve never wished you could physically hear someone's thoughts more. Jesus why am I so nervous? Your heart is thundering against the cage of your ribs and you can't hear anything apart from the roar of your blood rushing past your ears and the deep breaths he was taking as he stared back into you with dopey eyes.

Before you can contemplate your inner dilemma any further Stephen grabbed and spun you so your back hits the wall that's now behind you with a hard thud. Your head connects with the concrete as he crashes his mouth over yours.

Your lungs are robbed of oxygen as his tongue plunges past your lips. His teeth catch against yours as he grabs your jaw and holds it, forcing it to open up to him further as he tilts your head up forcing your lips fully against his.

You try to whimper but it's muffled against the heat that's suddenly overtaking you and against the hand he has placed around where your neck and jaw meet. You can feel your lungs vibrate with the need for air and it feels like you’re suffocating. Your nerves are searing underneath your skin and all hesitation from earlier is obliterated. The only thing you’re struggling with is how you’re going to keep quiet as you let Stephen fuck you up against this wall in this building you’ll probably never set foot in again.

Stephen leaned into you further, almost crushing you, sandwiched between two solid surfaces and you’d feel claustrophobic if the sudden sensation of his hard cock against your belly didn't flood into your mind. You can feel the heat coming off him and you’re desperate to find out which one of you is burning hotter right now. The onslaught of Stephen’s body against you feels like you’re being ripped apart by each swipe of his tongue into yours and each rock of his hips against you.

You want to escape from the almost painful pleasure that's growing between your thighs but Stephen forced his way to stand in-between your legs, one now propped up against his side. He still has one hand tight around your throat. The fingers of his other fist around the flesh of your leg and you wonder if you’ll have bruises there. Your skirt rises to pool high against the seam of your thong as he runs his hand forward until Stephen is using your ass to cradle you against him.

Your hips seek out relief from his instinctively and you break apart from your kiss as you moan and his thick grunt reverberates low in your pelvis. You’re aching for him to fill you and your thoughts lay in fragments. Your mind is trying to decide if you body wants his fingers, his mouth or his cock to annihilate the lust he’s creating within you. Fuck I need all three.

Stephen rocks into you before pulling back enough to slip his hand against you. You feel his fingers drench in the slickness there and you’re struggling not to cum just from this. His hand around your throat tightens as the corner of his lips lifts. His eyes drink you in as he smirks down at you.

"Ready for me like such a good girl," he praises you huskily, "ready for me to fuck you right here in this stairwell."

Your muscles clench harshly at the brashness of his words and at the fact that you’re more than ready for him to take you there. The way the gravel of his voice caresses each word he speaks has you dripping further onto his fingers inside you. Your nipples pebble and you try to rub them against the solid expanse of his chest. You need friction somewhere on your body. At this point all you can think is fuck anyone who happens to stumble across us in this seemingly deserted back area of the rooftop, they can watch the free show you put on for all you care.

"Unghhh Fuck," your hoarse voice moans past your parted lips as his thumb circles your clit in firm circles.

Stephen withdrew his fingers halfway only to plunge them forwards again. He sets a rhythm that makes you want to writhe where his body has you caged against the wall. You’re prone and at his mercy. All you can do is accept the pleasure he’s igniting within you. The snap of his hand in rapid succession has your nails digging into the flesh of his arms, leaving crescents marking his skin.

You feel yourself tightening already and this is going to be the quickest orgasm you’ve ever had. Your lungs are burning as you’re chasing to catch your breath and the coil in the muscles of your stomach is almost painful. Stephen intently watches the tension that begins to wash over your face as you wait for the pleasure to crest. You can feel yourself hurdling towards it and as you’re about to crash into it he withdraws his hand from you completely.

You stared at Stephen with what you’re sure reads as malice and your brain and your body are both in agreement you should kill him right here in this secluded stare well. You were fuming. Pissed would be an understatement and the stubborn part of you wants to stomp away from him petulantly. You don't know if he was edging you or fully denying you as part of your continued game from earlier but if you’re not cumming he won’t be either.

You’re two seconds from regretting your decision to allow this whole thing to even happen and moving yourself to walk away from him. This was so out of character for you but you only live once right. Your attention is drawn back to him as he curtly chuckles before he trails his lips along your jaw to the shell of your ear. Your defensiveness is short-lived as the words he grate out next replace it with humour-laced irritation.

"I thought you were planning on cumming not going."

You fight the impulse to roll your eyes. Even in the light of this moment as he tries to settle your nerves you can see the danger that still lurks behind his eyes. You've worked together long enough to have shown you both sides of his coin and yet you’ve not yet learned not to underestimate the power he holds. You know better than to assume you’re not the prey in this situation as he brushes his thumb back and forth slowly over your bottom lip and you know he’s sizing you up. He was wondering just how much bark is going to back up your bite and he’s calling you bluff. You feel the air shift in the room again.

This is you submitting to him. This is you submitting to this. Him and you have danced around this for days. It's been in the way you've interacted. It's been in the teasing remarks and too long glances. It's been in the tension that radiates between you as you work side by side. Both of you knew at some point this could become a reality.

Stephen moves to kiss you again and this time it's slow. He takes his time discovering your mouth with his tongue and you start to feel the pulse from earlier return. It's weighted and stifling as he simply savours the taste of you. You feel his moan vibrate against your lips and it sends a jolt directly to your clit.

Your breasts feel full and heavy and you’re not sure if you’ve voiced the ache that's there aloud because his free hand moves to cup your left and squeeze it. You buck in response and he angles his hips so the expanse of his cock swipes agonising over your clit. You suck in a sharp breath and you know you’re about to be fucked literally and metaphorically. How can it feel this good already and he hasn't even entered you yet.

Your heartbeat matches the pulsing of his hips as he grinds into you in strong strokes and the friction he’s creating is threatening your sanity. There's no way whatever is happening between you can culminate with you cumming against each other while dry humping against this wall. You feel the last of your inhibitions shatter as you weave your hands between you to reach for the button of his jeans.

Without hesitation you slip your hand beneath the barrier at his hips and take him into your hand. Stephen felt like stone against your palm and your mouth waters at the thought of feeling his hard cock glide over your tongue. You stroke upwards from base to tip with a firm grasp. You grind your hips forward, trapping your hand between you momentarily. His pulsing and his hot skin is smooth like velvet.

You feel his open mouth at your jaw, his teeth resting there, as he hums his approval. The sound ignites your need to hear you make it again, so you continue to stroke him. Knowing that for a moment the tables are turned and he’s at your mercy does something cruel to your insides and you wish you were tangled up in your bed instead of here. What you’d give to feel him pinning you to the mattress as he fuck into you with abandon.

Your moment of control is fleeting as he raises your hip higher onto his waist. Stephen pulls your panties to the side before guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. You feel the viscous slide of it as he rubs it up to your clit and back down again spreading your juices further. Your lust for him is leaking out of you and dampening your thighs. You watch his face while he pauses to study his hand guiding his cock against you.

Stephen looks up to meet your eyes again and without preamble he thrusts himself into you. You shoot your head back as far as you can in your position and the air slams from your chest. The burn and stretch of his rough entrance is delicious. Barely remembering where you are, it takes everything in you not to scream out.

Stephen tightens the hand he has around your throat and buries his face into the crook of your neck, as he delivers deep hard strokes. You’re whimpering around him and you’re barely hanging on. Your arms wrap around his wide shoulders, one hand gripping his t-shirt, the other braced against the back of his head. You pant against his ear with every upward movement before biting your lip.

"Let me hear you moan for me baby, " Stephen instructed against the skin of your neck.

"Have to be quiet," You manage to reply with a stubborn shake of your head no.

Apparently it's not the answer he wanted to hear. Before you can catch your bearings you’re flipped and the side of your face and your chest are pressed into the wall. His hand holds your neck in place and his body fits flush against you as he enters you once again. Your head is spinning at the sudden change in position but Stephen taking you like this and knowing where you are makes another flood of arousal seep from you.

"I said let me hear you," Stephen repeats as he sticks his face against the side of yours, grunting into you.

"We. Can't." your voice chastises as firmly as you can manage.

You’re internally berating him because you’re torn between making everyone aware of exactly what you're doing back here or trying to hold out against him and stay silent. You could blame your tryst on the alcohol coursing through your system but the reality is you’re far from drunk. Stephen decides for you as he pistons into your soaked cunt. You voice betrays your reluctance as he repeatedly scrapes against your g-spot. A moan slams against the wall in front of you. Your voice sounds foreign as it bounces back to assault your ears.

"That's it baby," Stephen praised you through gritted teeth, "Such a good girl taking my cock like this. What do you say to me?"

A strangled, "harder Doctor," leaves your lips.

You can feel the coil in your belly tighten as he repeatedly crush you between the wall and his hips. You can feel sweat at the nape of your hair now. The points of your nipples sting satisfyingly. Stephen ran his tongue over your neck in one hot flick before he ate the shell of your ear again.

"Keep taking this cock like a good girl until you cum all over me," Stephen says, losing his restraint, "keep taking this cock and I'll fill you up like I know you want it."

Before you even have the chance to hold out like Stephen instructed the mixture of his words, this position, our location, hurdle you over the edge and your scream gets lodged in your throat as you clamp like a vice around his cock. Your muscles are so tight it causes your body to shake uncontrollably and your eyes screw shut. The palms of your hands slide against the wall as your nails try to dig into the concrete before you. You’re being wrung out and the feeling is overwhelming.

With a few more harsh slaps against you, Stephen was cumming too. You feel his hot cum shoot into you and coat your insides. You can feel yourself flutter against him as aftershocks rock through you. Your body feels strained and overextended and your mind goes blank.

Stephen fall against you breathing heavily. You’re exhausted and there's no way you can hide what you’ve been doing once you make it back to the table out front. By your current state this whole damn party is going to know. You’re honestly surprised someone hasn't come in search of you by now. Maybe they had anticipated this outcome tonight long before you did.

Stephen places a kiss on the spot before your ear as a playful smile graces his face. You have a death grip on his arms as you cover them with yours. Your eyes are closed and you need a shower and sleep. Your stomach, full of alcohol, reminds you it's void of food. You don't know if you can find the strength to move from this wall.

"C'mon baby," Stephen teases, "Let's get out of here. I've got a couple more ideas I wanna try out over the rest of the weekend before Monday."

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Stephen carefully slides out of your bed after another session with you, collecting his clothes that were thrown all over the floor.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Stephen chuckled, “(Y/N), listen, I never stay overnight—”

“Whoa Stephen, wait—There are two types of women in the world; women you shag and leave and the ones you shag and snuggle. Regrettably, I am in the shag and snuggle kind.” You paused as you stared at him while he thought about it, “So you have three seconds to get back in this bed or you can march out of my apartment and we will never repeat what happened tonight.”

Stephen remained astonished as he stood by the side of your bed, utterly awestruck by the assurance with which you issued that warning.

“One…two…” You counted and before you got to three, Stephen jumped back into bed with you, planting two, three, four kisses against your cheek as he snuggled under the blanket, pulling your back against his body while he got comfortable beside you.

“Wise choice, Doctor.” You chuckled and closed your eyes, feeling Stephen’s breath against the curve of your shoulders.

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fanficshiddles · 5 years

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You owe me, Chapter 25

‘What kinda fresh hell was that?’ April screeched when their feet were firmly planted on firm ground again.

Travelling by the tesseract was definitely not as nice as the pretty rainbow colours of the Bifrost.

‘Feeling dizzy?’ Loki chuckled, steadying her as she swayed on her feet.

‘Where are we, anyway? It’s bloody boiling.’ She looked around, confused.

They had landed in some random field. Loki waved his hand over the tesseract and it disappeared. Then in the blink of an eye, they were both wearing normal Midgardian clothing.

‘And would you give me some damn notice when you do that!’ April grumbled and punched his arm. ‘It feels funny.’

‘Stop whinging and come on. Let’s find somewhere to stay for the night and work out a plan.’

They made their way out of the field and April soon worked out they were in Australia.

‘You got us here?’ She gasped and turned to Loki.

He grinned and bowed. ‘I certainly did. Don’t say I’m not good to you.’ He winked at her.

April started laughing with happiness and flung herself on him, arms around his neck and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Loki laughed too and spun her around a few times.

‘We will do this. Together. I promise.’ He whispered into her ear.

Loki and April managed to find a hotel, then they figured out where exactly in Australia they were. And as luck would have it, they were only a few hundred miles from where Alexander last was. Well, that April knew of anyway.

April had gone for a shower while Loki lay on the bed for a nap. When April emerged from the en-suite, she jumped on top of Loki and sprawled out over the top of him.

‘You’re soaking, April!’ He growled, but didn’t make a move to get her off.

‘In both ways.’ April winked at him and moved up to straddle over him, her cunt directly on top of his crotch.

Loki smirked and gripped her hips, not allowing her to move much apart from a rocking movement on him.

‘You know, it was rather arousing seeing you take on Thor back on Asgard. And when you were able to wield the tesseract…’ Loki trailed off as he used his Seidr to remove his clothes, so that she was grinding on his bare cock.

‘You knew I could wield it… right?’ She gasped, feeling him hardening under her.

‘Mmm…’ Loki paused for effect. ‘I wasn’t entirely sure. It could’ve either consumed you entirely, or went like it did.’ He grinned.

‘WHAT?!’ She stopped moving and glared down at him. ‘You mean it could have killed me?’ She screeched and tried to move off him.

Loki chuckled and lifted her up very slightly, to position the tip of his cock directly at her wet entrance.

‘Well… Cubey is normally too strong for mortals. It was a slight gamble, I guess.’

‘LOKI!’ She shouted and hit his chest.

But Loki then pulled her down on him, sheathing his cock nicely into her warmth. He groaned and thrust upwards, getting nice and deep. She faltered, eyes rolling back in her head for a moment. Garbled noises came from her mouth, but then she focused again.

‘I could’ve been killed… aaaangh!’ She cried out when he raised her up and pulled her down on him again.

Loki chuckled, then he rolled them over and pinned her down beneath him, thrusting down and hard into her. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her, restraining her in place. Just where he wanted her.

He did enjoy the way she wriggled and fought underneath him. It made it much more fun and arousing.

‘Asshole!’ She hissed at him.

‘You love it.’ Loki laughed and bit her neck, shutting her up once more while his thrusts became regular and quick, his hips bruising against her with each one.

‘You could’ve…’ She paused as the pleasure was taking over. ‘killed me.’

Loki suckled on her neck and leaned down to tease her nipples, nipping them too. ‘I know… But we both know how much you love the danger. I bet your panties were soaking wet when you took hold of the tesseract. Were they not?’ He said knowingly.

‘Ughhhh!’ April moaned in annoyance and arousal as he hit deep, hitting that sweet sweet spot near her cervix. The pain from being so deep mingled wonderfully.

With her eyes shut, she was slightly surprised when she felt a cold, sharp blade against her throat.

Opening her eyes, she glanced down and saw he had his dagger against her. A wicked look on his face. She knew not to move her head down, or she would get cut.

Her arousal grew tenfold, and Loki could feel that as he moved within her. It was evidently clear. Making him feel smug and even more aroused himself.

‘We both know you love the danger. It thrills you. Makes you feel alive.’ He pushed the blade into her, just enough at the side of her neck to nick her skin.

She gasped and felt like she was floating.

‘Knowing how strong I am, that I could kill you in an instant if I so wanted to... That arouses you too, doesn’t it? Trusting me that much with your life, literally, in my hands.’ He growled, pushing deep into her and exploding. His seed rushing into her, making her come too.

‘Oh god. Yes!!!’ She screamed to the high heavens.

The dagger disappeared from his hand and he collapsed on top of her, licking the small bit of blood off her neck.

‘Holy… shit.’ She gasped, her mind still floating.

‘There was nothing holy about that.’ Loki chuckled darkly.

The following morning, April was desperate to get moving. To go find Alexander and finish it. But Loki wanted them to come up with a plan first, and to wait for more information. April had sent a message to one of her associates to get some more information about how many men Alexander currently had and his exact location.

But April kept saying that her friend would be able to find her wherever they were.

Loki put his foot down and said no. They were staying put.

April had other ideas.

While Loki tried to read a book, sitting on the edge of the bed, she tried some distraction tactics. First, she strutted around naked, getting no response at all. Aside from the noticeable bulge that grew in his trousers, he was damn good at controlling his urges when he wanted to.

She tried poking and prodding at him, but he ignored her completely. Not phased at all.

April then started talking non stop about random crap. And then she sneezed. Making Loki conjure up a hanky for her and it floated over to her.

She shook her head. ‘Show off.’ She muttered. But at least he was giving her some attention.

‘Hey, do you ever sneeze and feel like one of your eyeballs are gonna fall out ‘cause it starts twitching like hell?’ April blurted out and crawled onto the bed.

Loki briefly glanced at her with an eyebrow up. ‘No… You weirdo.’ He then looked back down at his book.

‘Mine does. Alllll the time.’ April flopped down on the bed next to him on her back. She looked up at him, admiring him from that viewpoint for a while.

‘What about getting any strands of that long hair of yours stuck all up in your crack after you shower? God that’s a horrible feeling. But at the same time rather satisfying when you pull it out.’

That earned her a horrified stare for a moment, but no other response.

‘Have you ever noticed that you’re never disgusted by the smell of your own farts? But other peoples are utter vile. It’s weird, huh?’

Loki gritted his teeth, doing his best to ignore her stupid talks.

‘Have you noticed that’

‘Alright! Let’s go.’ He said quickly in defeat and had his book disappear, before hearing what else she was going to come out with next.

He really didn’t want to know.

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bijoulilou · 5 years

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If Jude's parents lived Pt 5

"We should've stayed in my room." I grumble. One of my drunk classmates dragged it across Laken's backyard and into the woods for me. They presented it to me with a sloppy sweep of their arms with slurred yet doting, 'My Queen.'

Cardan is impressed, "Why? I would have never gotten the opportunity to witness your rule firsthand. Though, I wouldn't mind returning to that conversation later." He nods before I playfully bump him with my hip as he leads me to accept my makeshift throne.

Locke calls over and Cardan sighs. Before he leaves my side, Cardan threatens me about the hip bump. How I shouldn't tease him so openly. How I might just find him bumping back. A blush starts across my face and when kisses my cheek, I deliberately pull the cap over his eyes. He retreats with a smile and another fleeting kiss, but on my lips.

Katie whistles appreciatively.

The boy holds the chair, with a bit if drunken swagger and accept it with an eye roll before the fire. I watch my subject enjoy themselves as I draw my knees up on the patio chair. My legs are cold due to the slits on the knees. I detest wearing constricting bottoms, modifications on all of my jeans attest to that. Taryn has to pick certain pieces of outfits to make it fashionable over my functional attitude.

Katie mirrors my eye roll. She sits on my lap, forcing me out of my previous stance. Mara is flirting with a girl from Taryn's circle and Katie narrows here gaze. Clearly irritated and partially jealous. My eyes go to Cardan as he listens to Taryn talk beside Locke. A bored expression drawn across his face as he drinks from his red cup. Locke reaches up to observe my knit cap, but he swats his hand away. Taryn laughs nervously, I can tell by the way she reveals her teeth beneath a tight tilt of her lips.

"Your sister is doing that annoying fake ass laugh. Ughhhh, how are you two related? Are you sure she isn't some evil clone or doppelganger." The last part isn't a question. I think she really believes that. It is my turn to swat at her. "Hey don't tease me when I'm vulnerable!" She jerks her head to Mara whose fingers are linked through the Taryn's friend's hand.

"Then don't say ridiculous crap." I wag my finger at her and she snaps at it. Before I can push her off and convince her to go over and tell Mara, her unrequited love, a familiar chuckle interrupts are little repartee. We both look up and Katie groans. Before she can tell Collin, my ex, to bug off, I greet him.

Katie throws her arms nonchalantly around me, she isn't drunk this is typical behavior. She seemed him unworthy when he broke up with me right after I got accepted into a university we both wanted. Not because he wanted to avoid the heart ache of being separated by distance. But because I'm the one that got in. Rumor is he got waitlisted. Can't say the same about my heart.

"Hey Jude," he sings and I ignore the way it tugs at old memories.

"What up fuck boi." I drink heavily from my cup, the beer's bitterness stops me from saying more.

Collin stops and looks around confused. Katie clarifies that I am referring to him. He frowns.

"Jude, can we talk...alone." Collin asks. I give a scrutinizing look, Katie plays with my hair pretending she didn't hear him.

"Yes. We are alone." Another sip to make it convincing. When he points out Katie, I shrug. "Oh this? This is just my friend scarf. It protects me from the cold."

"And utter bullshit." Katie clinks are cups together, we finish the last bit of the beer in unison. Taryn may actually be my twin, but Katie is my spiritual one. We can communicate with looks, clicks of our tongues or sets of our jaw. It really annoys the other players on the field. And Taryn off of it.

Collin shifts uncomfortably. I will not to be seduced by his amazing hazel eyes and adorable freckles across his cheeks and tan body. I try to push the image of his tanned toned shoulders out of my head. I feign a yawn.

Collin sighs and sits down in front of me. Not caring if the grass is damp or not. Maybe he is unaware of the way he is blocking the fire and the shadows play across his face.

Damnit I'm a little buzzed. I really didn't want to come because I knew Laken's brother, Collin might be here. Taryn always seemed to resent me for that. After we broke up she couldn't always go to her parties because of this situation. After a while she kept going despite my feelings. He takes a vape ciggarette out of his pockets, Katie wrinkles her nose. He gestures if we want to try it, but Katie shakes her head. She can't stand the smoky scent of cotton candy and gets up to leave. I glower at Collin, he sits back on his hands triumphant. A small smile on his lips.

"Did you plan on ignoring me this whole time?" Collin draws a big puff of mist and I wave it away as he apologizes.

"No, I didn't think of you at all actually." I turn my head to gesture at the bag of wine that's being tossed around. Mara in question is cheering while Katie tries to cover her eyes from witnessing someone spray wine out of their nose. Cardan's given the bag, and to everyone surprise he keeps drinking until somebody else taps him out. "That's why I'm here."

Collin frowns, "To play slap the bag?" I laugh and he gives me an impish grin. Such a lame move, but he can't help it. "I know who you're talking about. What does he have to with any of this? I mean with us." He gestures the sir between us.

I bite my lip, watching as everyone cheers around Cardan. We see as he dumps the beer and fills it back up with another bag of wine. Cardan tips his cup towards us, catching our audience and cheers to us across the way, with a wink towards me.

"He wanted to see what the fuss was about. " my mouth seems permanently tipped up in mirth around him," Besides there is no 'us' to discuss."

My eyes go over Cardan's dark hair, his high cheek bones and long figure. I gladly remember the slight yet prowess of his body, along with the kisses he left on my body. We share a look and I have to clear my throat before returning to look at Collin.

"I can see that." Collin's eyes focus on me and then flicker down my neck. They linger there and I smooth my hair on either side of my throat wondering if Cardanleft a mark for that very reason. To ware off potential suitors.

Collin continues, "He's not really your type. I almost thought he came with your sister. She has a thing for artists right?" Chin jerks to Locke who is now watching Collin and I intently.

Collin covers my knees with his hands. He must remember how quickly I get cold. In an instant I smoothly brush them off but manages to capture one and holds it. Theres a pleading look in his eyes.

"Jude?"

Locke surprises both of us, Collin doesn't remove his grasp right away. But when he does, he gives me a long lingering look before getting up. Collin rises to his feet and leans in, but I turn my cheek. Collin gets the message and walks away, but not before saying low enough for me to hear that he'll text me later. I answer back that it won't matter.

Locke takes his place with a sunny disposition. He's clearly intrigued but before he can ask, Taryn Joins us. She promptly sits beside him, resting her hand on his knee. Territorially. I catch a face that Locke makes, but it's too quick for me to register that it actually happened.

I feel a warm kiss on my cheek and Cardan sits on my lap. He drapes his leg over the side, mimicking what Katie did earlier. I laugh, he joins in at the sounds with an honest expression. He quickly rises so that I may sit on his lap instead. Cardan's hands cover my knees and I'm surprised by how warm they are. He draws me closer and I breath in his scent and I hear him take mine.

"Why're you so happy?" I ask, lips slightly pursed.

Cardan concedes and gives me a tender kiss. The kind that nips my toes, especially when his touch goes up my knee and I have to purposely stop him from reaching my thigh.

"Because I find myself in your company. I sought an audience with her majesty and you didn't turn me away."

My brow furrows, we are talking in soft whispers to one another. I can feel others watching, inebriated and sober. I myself feel a mixture of both. I ask him why is that so surprising. Before he can answer, Locke once again interrupts.

"Jude. Taryn tells me how you became well acquainted with the family of this estate. I am to assume that you were involved with that strapping young man that you were talking to." A muscle in Cardan's jaw twitches at his friend's words. My finger tips stroke the line of his jaw until it relaxes. I tell Locke that he is right, but that was a long time ago.

"Can't be very long. Your sister tells me it was just over the summer."

Cardan opens his mouth but I shake my head and turn in my seat to glare at Locke. Taryn softly hisses his name but I feel a rise of anger in my belly.

"It ended amicably. Can't say the same about you though. Nicasia had been with Cardan with a long time. I hear she has since favored you though." The girl with the blue hair from that night in the woods. Cardan's ex.

Locke's smile turns sheepish, "Whatever favor she holds is her own. I can only speak for myself and the favor I have for your sister." Taryn holds herself up a little more proudly.

"But surely it didn't start out that way. Perhaps my sister is uninformed of your way of swaying others or the methods of testing bonds amongst your circle of friends." Cardan says my name, his hands press me closer as if I'm going to jump out at Locke.

Locke's eyes fall on Cardan, "My my, what has my prince shared with you since."

I move so that instead we are locking stares. "It was not your prince who informed me. You would be surprised of what others in question have to say about it." I don't reveal my sources of the whispers of that night. Cardan told me some but not much. It was the gossip of the other faeries and VIvi who filled me in. Taryn's eyes widen and she steers the conversation on a lighter topic.

As the night goes on and Cardan is lead away to team up with some of my friends in beer pong. I find Locke staring at me as Taryn dances around the fire with others. Walking slowly and with purpose towards him, Locke smiles in a such a throw away manner that it makes my hands itch.

"Even though you seem calm, I can see the violence in your eyes. It's a popular opinion that you have some talent with a stick. Surely Cardan is impressed."

I lean against a tree and we watch my sister have her fun and the prince celebrate at his victory. Standing beside him I turn and say in a calm voice.

"You may drop your hints and double entendres here and there. But I can assure you, as you may well know, my father forges weapons for a living. Thanks to my athletic prowess, my mother has been able to teach me easily the way of the sword. Of what arteries are the most vulnerable and how to sheath a dagger swiftly into your chest with as minimum effort possible." I press a hand on his ribs and he backs up frightened. "If I were to strike right there, with the right amount of length of a blade. Your lungs would be punctured and you would choke on your very blood. Nasty way to die, especially for such silly games." I tuck my hands into my pockets and watch my loved ones in amusement.

Locke's hands tremble at his sides, he runs a shaky hand through his hair as I warn him to take care of Taryn and ensure she has a good time. And then to both of our surprise, I heed him against hurting Cardan ever again too. I slap his back and walk away. Cardan is so busy having fun that he doesn't notice the way his friend nervously joins my sister. I sit up against the tree to watch the everyone, Collin joins and asks to join me.

"You scared the shit out of that red head. He won't even look at you." He remarks taking my silence as a yes. It isnt but this technically is his land.

Before we had dated we were friends. Collin had always had crush on me and I had to admit I was attracted to him too. And yet, we could never understand one another. We had always wanted different things. He wanted the predictable and I wanted more. More of life, challenge and adventure.

"You know, you probably think we broke up because I was jealous of you for getting an acceptance letter when I didn't. But the truth is, I always knew you were going to outgrow me."

I look up in surprise and he shakes his head before I can protest. "You have always had this...hunger. This ambition. Not like materialistic or anything like that. You were never satisfied with this." Collin sweeps a hand but it doesn't feel like he's talking about the party or high school. But something more. "I can't explain it. I just know you're meant for more. And I couldn't stand in your way. " he moves as if he's going to leave.

I ask him to wait and he does for a beat, "You were never in my way." Collin opens his mouth, theres a hopeful expression but I stop him, "Regardless I was going to do those things anyway. But thank you for making it easier for me to say goodbye."

All those moments we shared are gone, Collin looks hurt at my words. I'm thankful for what we had but I'm even more thankful that he ended things when he did. Because they had long been over for me.

No ones watching, the noise of the party is almost deafening to my ears when Collin leans into kiss me. I put my hands up in protest, but its quicker before it's over. Collin tells me he loves me and then finally leaves me alone. My heart aches a little as his figure gets further and further away. I almost jump out of my skin when I hear Cardan's clipped voice behind me. I see a bottle of red in his hands and I wonder where must've gotten it when all I see are beer or boxed wine.

"It was hard to watch that. I couldn't stop myself from over hearing it. I mean I could but I found that I didn't want to." Cardan stares down at me as he leans against the tree. He tips the bottle back swiftly.

"How did you open that without a corkscrew? "

"Do you really want me to answer that or do you want to know how much I heard?"

Cardan and I eye each other, the air between us is full of tension. I sigh and get up to brush off the back of my jeans. When he doesn't say anything, I push my hair out of my face exposing the side my throat that Collin had been observing. The one that may or may not have a kiss mark from Cardan.

"Do you love him?"

My eyebrows raise in surprise but I answer truthfully," In my own way I thought I did. But the more I think about what our relationship..." I sigh and feel tears almost prick my eyes. "I did. But not anymore. The person I was then is the same person I am now. We wanted different things and if we continued on, it would only be holding off the inevitable."

We can't look away from one another. Cardan asks if we had wanted the same things, would that make any difference? I shake my head, no it wouldn't make a difference. Then he asks about my feelings toward him and I counter him with the same question. There in the forest we stand at odds with one another, guarded only with words but fighting viciously with feelings.

Cardan seems as if he's about to leave but instead he only places, unsure of how to phrase what he wants to say. "I've watched you for months now. Yes, it sounds dangerous and strange what I'm about to say. My intent was not to find anyone like you or feel the way I do. I had a mission and a purpose to be out there. I cannot tell you what it is at this time but please know that when I came upon you that day out in the woods." His words are fumbling together and he's gesturing with the wine, unable to look me in the eyes this time. "I found myself. At odds."

Cardan sighs before continuing, "I am not sure what it is that I feel for you Jude but its bounding on the obsession. I cannot sleep without thoughts of you nor can I focus upon anything else."

My heart seems to thunder in my ears, I feel like how others describe a car accident. Everything slows and you start to focus on every detail. The sounds of the party seem almost distant and it is only then that I feel very alone with him.

Cardan puts a little distance between us, almost as if hes afraid. Afraid of me, as if I was bewitch him if he came closer. His gaze stays fixed on the bottle in his hand.

"Is it because I'm a mortal? Kind of like a forbidden fruit." My shoulders rise up into a small shrug but Cardan doesn't say anything.

"I'm terrified." I admit and he finally looks up. I nod embarrased, " at first I thought it was a hormonal thing, or whatever. But I cant explain it. What I feel is overwhelming and maddening. I'm afraid that it will consume me."

" As am I." Cardan presses up against the tree and pulls the hat over his eyes. "I can't even look at you without feeling nervous."

With that I laugh and he begins to smile. Everyone is having an amazing time and here we are having a heart to heart.

"What should we do? Should we stay away from one another?"

"Why would we do that?"

Focusing in the flames. Which seem to be dying down, "Because from the sounds of it,whatever is going between us is unhealthy. It sounds like an unruly fire that will endanger and consume us."

"You're right, " he admits. "Perhaps we should."

"Do you want to do that?"

He answers too quickly, "No. Of course not."

"Then what?" I hear someone call my name. The fire is gone and all there is darkness and smoke. A few lights probably from phones, are guiding others back to their cars. "We should go."

Cardan doesn't move. With a sigh and heavy heart I start to return.

"Jude, wait." Cardan grabs my hand and he leads me out of the trees without the aid of light.

As we get in the Katie's car everyone is eerily quiet. Cardan asks Katie if he can walk me the rest of the way home. She points out that its dark but doesn't stop us. Waving goodbye, we walk down the very dark and incredibly spooky road to my house. I take this time to say what I want to say.

"Jude-"

"Cardan-"

We both start and I have to feel around in the dark for him. He presses my hands to his face, then his lips into my palm and fingertips. We promise to keep seeing one another. I make him promise to keep his word. And he makes me promise to see no one else. Narrowing my eyes in the dark, I point out that its physically impossible to see others.

"Jude, do not jest. You know exactly what I mean."

"No I don't. Say it exactly what you mean." I've caught on to his kinds ways. They can't lie but they can keep carefully worded promises.

"Jude. Jude. Jude." He prays, pushing my hair back, tipping my head as if to kiss me.

"Ah ah, Cardan. Say it."

"I, Cardan Greenbrier promise to formally court and stay true to Jude Duarte." On my tip toes, I'm about to seal the deal until--"Ah ah. Now you say it."

And I do. There in the dark I promise to be his girlfriend in so many words. He presses me to add that I should entertain no other offers of courtship, no matter how tempting. He has me say that word for word before finally giving into my kisses. We sneak in through my window, as quiet as can be.

We doze off until the sun rises. I practically push him out the window until he puts his hands up in protest.

"Do you really think your parents would mind if I stayed and joined them for breakfast?"

That earns a well earned glare.

"What if I told them I was a prince?" That earns a shoulder smack."Ow! A simple no would work fine."

Cardan, pulls off his ring and places it on my finger.

"What's this?" I ask as he half hangs out the window.

"This? Proof of my favor of course."

I tell him to wait a moment and I grab my cap with my name on it. "There, now you have proof of mine." With a quick peck we vow to see each other later. I watch his retreating figure narrowingly miss my dad on his way to his forget. Until I see him disappear into the trees, I finally crawl into bed. Lapsing into dreamless sleep until my prince comes to visit me again and I can show him the rest of my kingdom. It's only a matter of time when he shows his.

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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You owe me, Chapter 25

TITLE: You owe me

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 25 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after the battle in New York, Odin sent Loki back to Earth without his powers as punishment. SHIELD are after him and he meets a woman who isn’t all she seems at first and she has her own agenda. The two end up teaming up, to help one another. But it’s not quite as plain sailing as they’d hoped. RATING: M