I have recently started writing again and decided to maybe post some of it, if u have requests just ask :),
Fandoms i write for: The Pitt, Supernatural, BBT, marauders, criminal minds, avengers, X-Men, tvd, ready or not 2, lots of fantasy books too like acotar, tog, crescent city, fbaa, dark elements, psycho shifters series, six of crows, the whole Cassandra Clare universe, ruby red, etc. (I can't think of more rn lol, just ask)
Things I write: mental health stuff (depression, sh, ed, bpd, anxiety and panic attacks), smut, fluff, SA, comfort, also wlw, fauxcest
Things I dont write: male reader or poc reader (I am a white woman, it would feel wrong to do so), scat, needle k1nk, actual incest stuff like that; again, just ask :)
notes: There is way too little representation of bpd, especially that of individuals that are in treatment. If you are struggling mentally, please reach out to someone, help is always available. No matter how much you think that it won't get better, that everybody hates you, it does get better, please believe me.
Also please excuse typos, my 100lbs bernese mountain dog is currently sleeping on me.
warnings: bpd splitting, sh (cutting and burning), mentions of meds, therapy, things associated with bpd
definition: Borderline personality disorder (BPD) is a personality disorder characterized by a pervasive, long-term pattern across several contexts of significant interpersonal relationship instability, extreme fear of abandonment, and intense emotional outbursts. People with BPD frequently exhibit self-harming behaviors and engage in risky activities, primarily caused by difficulties in regulating emotions. Symptoms such as dissociation, a pervasive sense of emptiness, and distorted sense of self are prevalent.
the first time he experienced it was when he had forgotten to tell you that he was assigned more surgeries and therefore worked longer hours. You sat at home spiralling, fully believing he decided to stay away from you cause he hates you.
When he finally got home after excruciating 12 hours of surgeries he found you crying on the floor, leaning against the bed. An old shoebox, pulled out from your closet, sitting in front of you. Tears dripping down on it. You were just opening it as he arrived at the door of the bedroom. Thinking you had just headed to sleep early.
"Sweetheart?", he gently said, trying to get your attention. His eyebrows furrowed in concern.
You didn't reply. You didn't even look up at him, you were staring at the content of the box in front of you, taking out a tiny white envelope.
He carefully stepped into the room, not wanting to scare you. He tried to call your name, gently laying a hand on your shoulder, kneeling down in front of you.
His heart broke as he saw you flinch, finally looking up at him with teary eyes, mascara running down your cheeks. Dropping the small paper clad object into the box, closing it quickly. His eyes drifted down for a second but immediately returned to yours again.
"Bren?", your voice broke, hoarse from crying. With the sleeve of your favorite hoodie you tried to wipe the mascara away.
He didn't ask what had happened, what was wrong. It didn't matter to him, he just pulled you tight against his chest and let you sob into his shirt. His hands gently held you as your head dropped against his chest.
"Is there anything I can do?", he asked after a few minutes, when the crying had relatively stopped. You shook your head, looking up at him, biting down on your already bleeding lip. Not even having noticed that you had bitten into it so hard it bled.
"You're bleeding, honey.", he said, his eyes expressing only half the worry he felt. A pit formed in your stomach. "I'm fine", you whispered, pulling down the ends of your sleeves, hoping he didn't see the damage you had caused to your arms the other day.
You had barely seen him this week, only heard him say goodbye and giving you a kiss before he left, returning late at night and laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms.
He sighed. "No you are not, can you sit down on the bed?", he softly asked, helping you up after you nodded.
You reluctantly sat down with your legs crossed underneath you. Trying to calm your breathing as he sat down in front of you on the bed. He reached to his nightstand, grabbing the bottle of water he kept there, opening it and handing it to you.
You looked at the bottle, knowing that the water inside of it was ice cold, perfectly insulated by the cup he had had since he started med school. You remember when he had told you that story when you first slept over.
Taking a deep breath you tried to take a sip but struggled to swallow. Only being able to swallow a tiny amount of water. Almost starting to cry again.
Looking down at the blanket, ashamed of the state of your body. "Please talk to me, baby. I need to know what happened. I cannot stand seeing you in pain.", he shook his head, lifting your chin to make you look at him.
You sighed. Slowly, you told him about your diagnosis, what it did to you. That you had it under control usually, but too much added up lately. That you had been in therapy since you were a teenager, but got better when you had moved out, but due to the stress you were under because of residency it returned.
He had known that you took medication but you had told him it was for allergies.
During all of your talking he gently nodded, listening carefully as you explained it to him. Mentally taking notes on how he could help you.
When you were finished you looked at him, you moved to the kitchen counter, where he sat you down on the marble kitchen island. Starting to make you your favorite meal for dinner. Making you your favorite tea and placing it in front of you.
In the meantime you opened your laptop, opening wikipedia to give him a better understanding of your condition. Filling the silence by telling you about his day.
He read through it while you ate. His large hands making your laptop look tiny. When you were about halfway finished with your plate you saw him freeze, looking at you deeply concerned and back to the screen. His strong jaw clenching.
A few minutes later, shortly before you had cleaned your plate he let out a deep sigh.
"Okay, I think I understand what is happening to you now. Do you know what caused the splitting today?", he asked gently, holding onto your hand, opposite of his.
You closed your eyes and looked away from the stark blue of his. You couldn't tell him. What if he would leave too?
"Was it something I did? Please tell me, I just want my princess to be alright.", he gently asked. Squeezing your hand with his.
Your lip wobbled as you nodded, terrified of being abandoned again.
"I think I just can't handle you being gone so much more without telling me. I thought you started to hate me and wanted to get away. I thought you had left.", you didn't dare look at him as you answered. Not being able to handle the weight of his gaze.
"I am so sorry to have caused this feeling within you. I cannot even begin to comprehend how you feel. Let me be clear, I love you. So much that it hurts. I couldn't handle being without you, a life without you would be pointless. Okay? So please if you ever need anything, if I ever do anything, please let me know so I can fix it or at least be there for you." he told you. His voice steady as he talked.
It almost made you cry again to hear those words from him.
"I love you so much too Bren.", you said, squeezing his hand back now. Walking over to him to kiss him. It was a gentle and passionate kiss, full of love and care, of softness.
A few minutes later you both went to your shared bathroom. While he got himself and you some clothes to sleep in. You always slept in a shirt of his, his cologne calmed you.
Unfortunately you had just realized that you had forgotten about the cuts on your arms from the days before. Swallowing the fear you stood there with your hoodie still on and waited until he got back.
A couple of moments later he returned with the clothes and took of his shirt, expecting you to do the same. But you didn't.
He stilled, tilting his head in question.
"Promise me that you won't make a big deal about it?", you begged. He nodded quickly. Watching you closely as you took your shirt off.
There you stood now, naked in front of him, your arms littered with scars and new cuts. His expression changed.
It looked like he himself was in pain now, because of the pain you had inflicted upon yourself.
"Oh my love, I am so sorry for not noticing.", he said, hugging you tight against his warm chest.
After he had gently washed your hair and detangled it with incredible patience you both lay in bed. Your head against his chest. Whispering sweet nothings.
"Can I ask you one last thing?", he asked softly. You nodded, not knowing what to expect, but knowing that you were safe here, in his strong arms.
"What is in that old shoebox?", he gently wondered, his hands caressing your still damp hair.
After taking a deep breath you whispered what was in there, that you hadn't used it in forever until a few days ago, that some days it was the only thing that helped.
Instead of being angry or incredibly sad he replied "Okay, thank you for letting me know sweetheart. Please tell me when you feel like that so I can be there for you, even just to take care of the cuts.
We will get through this okay?", he assured you. Cradling your head against his chest. Holding you tightly until you both drifted off to sleep.
He knew you were hypermobile just by looking at how you stood. Your hip popped and knees hyperextended. All in the few seconds he had seen you.
When assisting him during surgeries he would shoot you stern glances when you stood in a way that was bad for your joints.
fluff
Him helping you to realign a joint that isn't sitting right in the socket, taping it to alleviate your pain.
Joking that if you ever needed a new joint he would give you a better price for the procedure.
Him forcing you to do your PT exercises while he trained and making sure that you did them properly.
After some time he would know your body better than you did. Always keeping kinesio tape in his bag for you.
spicy
Him accidentally perfectly aligning your dislocated hip when fucking you hard.
Him being obsessed with how flexible you are, always trying out new positions or tying you up completely spread out for him, knowing you didn't even feel any stretch (at least from the position, we are not mentioning his humongous cock spreading you open a second later)
summary: a case hits too close to home and Jack comforts her.
warnings: SA , bruises, blood, injuries, alcohol abuse
notes: my therapist said I should write to comfort myself, so I did.
I had been working for the Pittsburgh medical centre for a few weeks now. After completing my training as a registered nurse, I decided to enter the SANE program.
Wanting to help people that had been through the same as me, helping them do what I never could. Testify.
It had been a normal day so far. I had woken up, packed my bag and went to work with a fresh coffee in hand. After getting settled I let Princess and Perla fill me in on the gossip until I was needed.
Treating patients, keeping check of triage, taking blood. The same routine as always.
Until 2:34 pm. I had just started to draw blood on a patient when I was pulled aside to take care of a patient, as I was the only other SANE on staff besides Dana who was tied up with another case.
“Patient is in room 3, this is her intake. She is barely a teenager and really out of it right now, just so you know.”, Perla informed me as she handed me the chart. I quickly read through it before entering the room, to know what exactly I could expect.
The patient had arrived at the ED about four hours ago, her best friend had brought her in reporting severe pain and bleeding in her genital area.
After taking a deep breath, I put a smile on my face and entered the room. The young girl sat rigid on the bed, staring off into space. The pigtails on her head were falling apart and tears streamed down her face.
“Hello, I am nurse Lila. I will take care of you today, alright?”, I gently said to her. Without looking up she nodded and put her shaking hands on her lap.
“Do you want your friend with you for the exam?”, I asked her gently, giving her the option of support by a friendly face. She quickly shook her head.
“I don’t want her to see me differently.”, she whispered. Her voice raspy from crying.
“For your exam I will need an attending doctor to take a look at any injuries you might have sustained, is it okay if a male doctor performs it? Unfortunately, we are short staffed today and have no female attending. I can call one if you want me to.”, I explained to her, trying to be as calm as I could. Even though I wasn’t.
“Yes, that’s fine. As long as you stay here too.”, she said looking up at me with reddened eyes. I nodded and smiled at her, going to fetch an attending. Immediately after walking out of the room, I bumped into Jack. He had been my first attending when I started on the nightshift a few months ago.
“Hey, early shift? I need an attending”, I asked him, fidgeting with my hands that were shaking like hers. He put his backpack down and walked with me as I filled him in on the case. “Thirteen-year-old, abdominal pain and bleeding in genital area.
I need you to examine her before I can take the swabs for the rape kit.” He nodded and put on gloves as he entered the room with a friendly smile taking in the little girl on the bed, now curled in on herself.
“This is Doctor Abbot and he will need to quickly assess your injuries. I wish I could make this easier, but I can’t, so if at any point you need a break just say so okay?”, I assured her and she nodded. Lying down on the bed as he instructed.
I saw her shaky breathing and trembling form as she tried to hold back the tears. After a minute of gently examining the hand shaped bruises on her body he moved her for the gynaecological examination.
A tear slipped down her face as she got into position. “I will try to be as quick as possible, but unfortunately there will be some discomfort.”, Jack apologized.
I would never forget the pained noises she made during the exam. Jack looked back at me, paler than usually and stated the diagnoses. “Multiple haematomas, intervaginal tears, bruised cervix, residue from ejaculation.”
He swallowed and went to type the chart. I gave her a reassuring smile. “We will make sure that whoever did this to you will be brought to justice. No one will hurt you here. Could you tell me what happened in your own words?”, I gently asked in the tone of voice I was taught in my SANE training.
“Uhm, I was home alone until my father came home drunk and forced himself on me. I begged him to stop but he was too big. I just waited until he was done, it hurt so much. He passed out on the floor after. My friend and I had planned a hangout in the afternoon which was when she found me and brought me here.”, tears streamed down her face as she sobbed.
“Has this happened before?”, I carefully asked. I dreaded the answer. I felt my stomach twist as she ever so slightly nodded and broke down crying.
I took a step towards her and when she didn’t show a reaction I asked her if she needed a hug. Immediately after her nod I held her so tightly. Letting her know she was safe now. That she did the right thing to come here. That there was nothing to feel guilty about.
After a few minutes her sobs quietened down, and she turned to speak again. “It started with his hands on my thighs, my lower back. Places a father shouldn’t touch his daughter. And when my mother left, he started drinking…and doing this. I was too scared to report it. No one would have believed me.” She whispered. I nodded, taking notes for the chart.
“I will be doing the rape kit with you, if you want it. With it you can prove that he touched you by the DNA that he left on your body. And then I will call Ciara down, our social worker who will help you find a foster family.”, I explained to her and she agreed.
I saw her shake and occasionally flinch as I took the swabs and collected the evidence. Trying to be as careful as possible. Not wanting to cause her any further discomfort. Abbot had left to give her privacy after explaining the medication to her. A painkiller, an antibiotic and the plan B pill.
After he mentioned the third a tear slid down her cheek again as she nodded, listening to his instructions.
Having finished the rape kit and leaving her with Ciara to talk about what was going to happen now I told Dana, who was now free again that I was taking a quick break. Heading for the roof, unaware of Jack’s watchful eyes on my back.
The first thing I felt was my heart, starting to beat inhumanly fast, then my breathing speeding up until I couldn’t feel or hear anything. Having a full-blown panic attack. I ran to the edge of the roof, sitting down a meter in front of the edge, trying desperately to calm my breathing.
But I couldn’t escape it, couldn’t get away from the feeling that was eating me alive.
It had been almost a decade ago, when I was fourteen, my father had started the same way. I managed to fight him off. But I would remember that fear for the rest of my life.
I had crashed at my best friend’s place until I was 16, when I finally earned enough at my shitty waitress job to afford my own apartment. It wasn’t anything fancy, but anything was better than him.
I heard footsteps approaching me, becoming faster, until I felt strong arms around me. I could tell it was Jack from his cologne and the freckles on the arms that wrapped around me so tightly. He had seen my panic attacks before. But he never knew what my life had been like before med school.
I could still feel my fathers hands on me when I tried to hook up with a guy, finding an excuse to leave.
When my breathing slowed down and I could function again, Jack held my hands in his and sat down in front of me. Finding a position that didn’t worsen the pain of his leg after standing for hours.
“Talk to me Lila.”, he gently encouraged me. I thought about lying to him, that I was stressed out because of work. But he was my best friend now, he deserved to know the truth.
I told him about the case and how it brought up memories. This time not only my eyes filled with tears but also his. By the time I was done, both of our eyes were red and our cheeks were wet with tears.
“I am in therapy now, I have been for years. Back then I swore myself that I would train to be a SANE, to help people that have experienced things like I did.
Usually I can handle it, but this hit too close to home.”, I explained while he patiently listened.
He made sure that I held his eye contact as he told me that I wasn’t dirty, wasn’t dramatic. That I experienced something that no one should have to experience.
How brave I was to continue to help people every day. That he would always be there for me when I needed him. Just like I had been for him many times before.
chapter 4 : villain and violent, saint and innocent
pairing: Titus Danforth x reader
warnings: same as the other chapters, SMUT, canon typical stuff
summary: Titus prepares you for the grand finale, teaching you your place
Painfully slow he pulled your soaked panties aside. Groaning at what he saw. Your pussy was completely soaked, glistening in the warm light.
As his fingers slid up and down you could hear how wet you were. You tried your best not to squirm but failed as he arrived at your clit.
Mewling as he circled around the sensitive pearl. “Oh, is my little lamb sensitive there?”, he teased while pressing down just slightly harder.
“Ah, ah, ah.”, he chastised you as you tried to lift your hips to meet his touch and held you in place. You felt his fingers slowly drifting downwards to your opening. “No, no, please.”, you begged him.
“Don’t worry I’ll go slow, wouldn’t want to damage what’s mine.”, he rasped, not even looking into your eyes, entranced by your heat.
That was when you felt a thick finger of his enter your slowly, even just one felt too big.
He stopped at the second knuckle of his fingers, looking up at you. “Come on, let me in, let your husband in.”, he commanded as he pushed deeper with more force.
Whimpering at the stretch you tried to relax as best as you could. “Good girl.”, he whispered as he pushed deeper.
“There we go.”, he said as he finally reached the last knuckle. You were breathing heavily, trying to accommodate the stretch as you felt him pull his finger out only to feel two prodding at your dripping hole.
They entered you slowly, but you still squirmed away, not able to handle two of his fingers. “Don’t move. Or I will tie you to the bed.”, he grunted as his fingers dug into your thighs as his fingers slid deeper.
Not wanting to disappoint him you tried your best to accommodate him. Taking deep breaths as he entered knuckle by knuckle.
You suddenly gasped, bucking off the bed like a woman possessed, when his fingers reached the hilt. “Perfect little girl.”, he praised you, pushing into that spot again, watching you melt into his touch.
He curled his fingers, massaging that spot inside of you, letting you grind your hips on his fingers, chasing your own pleasure.
He watched as you moaned and gasped, writhing in pleasure. Until suddenly your eyes widened, looking at Titus. “It feels weird.”, you gasped between mewling.
“Oh, poor little lamb.”, Titius mocked you. “Stop, it feels like I have to pee Titus.”, you protested and tried to wiggle away from the intense pleasure he provided.
The shriek that left you as he slapped your sensitive swollen clit likely resonated in the entire mansion, but you didn’t care. His fingers pulled out as he furiously stared down at you.
“It’s Master, not Titus. And there is a rule you need to learn as quickly as possible. Master. Knows. Best.”, he commanded and looked at you expectantly.
“Yes Master, I apologize.”, you quickly said, moving back to where he had originally placed you on the bed. Slightly trembling you waited for his next move.
“Are you scared little girl?”, he asked as he tilted his head, his smile nothing but cruel. He simply smirked as he grabbed your thighs to roughly pull your hips closer to him.
Without another warning the two fingers were slammed to the hilt inside of your pussy. His fingers moved at the speed of the sports cars in his garage inside of you.
You tried to shove his hand away, but he continued to roughly rearrange your insides. Unfortunately, you also couldn’t deny how much you liked his rough treatment.
How wet it made you, although he could probably tell from the slick now coating his fingers deep inside of you.
All you could do was gasp “Master, please.”, as he threw you over the edge, allowing for your body to thrash against the bed as you gushed on his fingers.
Your entire body was under tension you had never felt before, your back arched and your head thrown back against the soft pillows.
As you lay limp on the bed, trying to recover from what had just happened you could barely register his hand slapping at your cheek, telling you to open up, only to quickly have him shove his fingers into your mouth. Forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers.
“Good girl.”, he praised you, giving you a minute to recharge for what was about to happen next as you sucked on his fingers.
“By the time I am done with you, every morsel of your body will be just as sick and depraved as mine. Be sure of that little lamb.”
i feel like the best tip for someone struggling to write stuff is to lean into the cringe to keep the flow going instead of constantly deleting and starting from the top
warnings: lots of teasing, i mean LOTS, pervy and mean Titus, age gap, power imbalance, smut, satanic cult stuff
summary: the wedding night (there will be more to follow this is just the first part)
Titus led you up two flights of spiral staircases along a dark mahogany hallway lit by candles and old chandeliers. Until you reached a set of dark double doors. Titus pushed them open revealing a gigantic bedroom.
At its centre was a king-sized bed with black silk sheets and a couple of pillows also in black but adorned with golden stitched on motives. Black Dahlias. Your favourite flowers. That was when you saw the beautiful bouquet of them on the round table made of dark brown wood.
The walls were a deep burgundy and the floors made of them same dark wood as the table. Titus took off the dark coat he was wearing and put it on the back of the chair that faced the bed. He walked around it and sat down on the burgundy fabric.
“Take off the dress.”, he commanded and nodded at the fabric covering you fully. You nodded quickly, but your hands were to shaky to open the little buttons of the corset. Titus sighed in exasperation and crooked his fingers for you to come to him. As you stood in front of him you felt his hands on your back.
The sudden ripping sound made you flinch. He had ripped your corset open. You held on to the dress at your shoulders to stop it from falling down your body. He gave you a disapproving look, and your hands slowly let go of the fabric. Letting it fall down on the floor; you stepped out of it and pushed it away with your foot.
Left only in the lacy lingerie in front of his hungry eyes made you feel exposed and insecure. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to retain some kind of modesty. “Don’t. I want to see you.”, he said. His voice firm. You let your arms fall to your sides, letting his eyes fall upon your almost bare skin.
His eyes darkened as he adjusted himself in the chair. “Beautiful.”, he praised you, noticing how your entire body relaxed.
He stood up facing you. Only inches from each other. The stark contrast of your nearly naked, and his fully covered body. His rough hands brushed over your shoulders. Untying your hair, letting it fall down your back.
You looked up at him with big eyes, lips slightly open as you gasped, feeling his fingers on your shoulders again. In a slow motion he slid off one bra strap after the other and then reached around to unclasp it in the back.
With little trouble it too fell off of your body. Your nipples had hardened from the cold of his hands already. His hands stroked over your waist, his thumbs drawing gentle circles on your skin as he watched your reactions. The candles around you flickered occasionally as a heavy rain started outside.
His hands slid higher then, cupping your breasts. You gasped and shivered. No one had ever touched you like that before.
He chuckled watching gasps fall from your lips before going one step further. A small whimper left your rosy lips as his calloused thumbs brushed over your sensitive areolas. He groaned at your reaction, pushing you down on the bed.
He crawled over your body, kissing you again. He moved away for a second to take off his tailored dress shirt, exposing his chiselled body. Strong arms, broad shoulders and a defined abdomen.
He settled back between your legs, inhaling deeply. Cursing at your scent. His large hands grabbed your thighs and pushed them as far apart as they could go. You tried to squirm away as you felt his nimble fingers teasing your inner thighs.
Getting closer and closer to your centre. “Be a good girl for me and stay still.”, he said with a stern look on his face. You nodded frantically, slowly growing impatient while not knowing what you were impatient for.
He grinned at your eagerness reminding you of a hunter stalking its prey. You watched his head lower to where you wanted him most and closed your eyes. Wanting to be so good for him. Scared to disappoint his expectations.
A pathetic whimper left your lips, making you immediately bite them to keep quiet as he pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, still inches away from where you wanted him.
You felt his gaze on you as he continued to get closer and closer, inch by torturous inch. Soon the pearly white fabric of your panties was soaked through. But he didn’t stop teasing. Suddenly you felt his lips only an inch from your wet heat, sucking on your skin.
You couldn’t help yourself from squirming away as your gasp turned into a soft moan. You heard the sound of it before you felt his hand slap your other thigh to keep them apart. “Bad girl.”, he grumbled and went back between your thighs sucking even closer.
Daring to look down you saw a dark red spot on your thigh where his lips were just moments before. He seemed to notice the obvious panic on your face upon seeing the mark. “So, you won’t forget who you belong to.”, staring deeply into your eyes with his almost fully black ones.
You nodded and threw your head back again as he continued to tease your sensitive thighs.
He quickly slapped your thigh again, making you squeal. He liked to punish you if you were naughty. “Eyes on me.”, he rasped. Your hands grabbed onto the bedsheets as he readjusted his position. You watched his head lower to your panties. Blushing as you saw that they had a big dark patch on them from where you had soaked through them.
Titus groaned at the sight of your arousal. Your hair fell over your chest as you pushed up onto your elbows to watch what he was doing.
One of his hands oh so softly brushed over the wet patch. You whimpered at the feeling, not nearly enough to satisfy your needs. He chuckled as he watched the string of wetness form between his finger and your soaked-through panties.
Your eyes widened as you saw him bring the finger to his mouth, licking it clean. His eyes rolled back as he groaned at the taste of you. “Oh, what a sweet little pussy you have.”, he teased, his lips hovered just an inch above your wetness.
You watched him as his tongue made a broad stroke over the soaked crotch of your panties. Trying to get away was pointless, his strong arms fixated your body to the bed.
As his tongue reached your sensitive clit you arched your back to intensify the sensation. But he didn’t let you. “You will take what I give you.”, he said. One of his arms went around your thigh and onto your stomach, holding your belly down and spreading your thighs at the same time.
You were trapped. He had caught his prey and was now devouring it.
notes: I hope u like it, feel free to write a comment, i love reading them. I might publish more today, maybe tomorrow.
Warnings: violence, gore, devil worship, age gap (reader is 18, Titus is 50), pervy Titus, smut, slight inspection kink, purity culture, loss of virginity, innocence kink
Summary: All your life you had been raised to be a bride. Pure, innocent and perfect as a porcelain doll. Meant to be married off at 18. When the day came your father had selected none other than Titus Danforth for you. The most gruesome man alive.
After returning to the study, Titus confirmed that everything was to his liking and nodded at the contract.
“Sign here.”, your father said and pointed to the empty line on the contract Titus had signed before. He looked at you like a wolf would look at a lamb. Hungry. Starved. The second you had finished your signature the page erupted in flames and the book snapped shut.
“Alright, the wedding shall take place in a weeks’ time.”, your father said. Not even looking at you, waving you off to go back to your room. Titus watched you go, his eyes caressing your curves.
You went back to your room, excitement in your stomach. But you were anxious, you didn’t know what to expect. You had heard the maids whispering about marital duties, supposed to be both painful and pleasurable.
The day of your wedding came quicker than you had anticipated. Suddenly you were standing in front of your mirror in a black floor length dress with a train, lace details on the corset.
You had been woken up by your maids, lathered in luxurious oils and creams. Scrubbed until your skin was perfectly smooth and soft, your armpits, legs and privates were removed of all their hair, your hair washed and styled.
Put up in an intricate design, a few soft curls touched your shoulders. Your black dress was put on last, over the lacy see through bralette and panties you had been given to wear.
Your lips were painted a soft innocent rosy tone, your eyelids glittered. You looked as innocent as you were. Pure. Untouched. Just as Titus desired you to be.
Your heartbeat rapidly in your chest as you stood just out of Titus’s sight waiting for your queue. The music started and your maid nodded encouragingly to you.
You took one last deep breath and walked down the aisle. From your peripheral vision of your eyes, you could see the other council families as well as your own and the other Danforth’s. And there he was at the end of the rose petals. Titus.
Dressed in a black suit, perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders. He hungrily looked you up and down, with his usual mischievous grin. He looked at you like you were his prey. A hungry wolf and an innocent lamb.
You were scared. You had heard the servants whisper about him. His cruelty and bloodlust. His power.
Sooner than you knew it you heard the attorney say “In the name of Mr Le Bail I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride”. You gasped as you felt Titus grab your face, pulling it to him.
The kiss was hunger, desire and power. His lips guided yours. His tongue played with yours. He tasted like aged bourbon and mint. You could feel his rough beard against your soft cheeks as you smelled his expensive perfume. Sandalwood and pine as well as notes of smoke.
When he pulled away from your lips you could hear the cheers over the blood pounding in your ears.
He smirked, his greying curls perfectly messy.
The ceremony was followed by a luxurious feast. You could barely think straight, you didn’t know what to expect. You knew that you would soon take off for the wedding night, but you had no idea of what that would entail.
You smiled politely at the people talking to you, but you weren’t paying attention.
All you could think about was, what the night had in store for you. What he had in store for you.
The night got more quiet and the people started to leave. Titus who had sat next to you for the past hours hadn't spoken to you yet. Might have been due to your anxiety too.
Suddenly you felt his strong fingers against your hand, interlacing with yours. Squeezing firmly but not overly strong. Just as much as necessary to get you back to reality. To him. You were engulfed in his delicious perfume as he leaned over to you, whispering in your ear.
"It is time for us to take off to our chambers.", his raspy voice even deeper than before. Almost sultry.
You nodded quickly, not knowing what would await you in those chambers.
notes: Sorryyyyy no smut in this chapter, but the next one will be filthyyyy (yes i am writing it rn)
tags: @princessesareforsuckers, @abbot-fanatic
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warnings: smut, age gap, OC has chronic back pain due to hypermobility, OC takes antidepressants, mentions of self harm stuff, skipping meals, some super cringy flirting
summary: after having just lost your mother (i know classic), you moved into the avengers tower to live with your father Tony Stark, making the acquaintance of none other than the God of Mischief
notes: OC is basically me, I have hypermobility and dislocate my joints quite often, originally wrote this to comfort myself but thought i might as well post it
It had been a crazy week. Just a few days ago my mother died, I had found out that my father was a billionaire and I met him for the first time. He was nice, but we were still working on our relationship. It slowly started to feel like a home with the other avengers in his large ugly tower.
Just like the few days before I walked downstairs to get breakfast, or well coffee because I was trying to lose weight, I hated my body since I was a kid. I was wearing loose pants and a tight top. My mother used to say I was lucky with my body because my fat only went to my tits, ass and thighs. But it just made me insecure that my thighs were huge. I also weighed more than most guys my age, even those with tons of muscles which was why I had never sat on a guy’s lap. I didn’t have much experience with guys; I didn’t like being touched by men.
My curls were as unruly as ever and fell coiled to slightly over my boobs. Their dark brown contrasted with my pale skin and green eyes. But as I walked down this morning there was someone new sitting at the table. Although I could only see his black longer curls, I felt the aura of a god surrounding him, just like I did with Thor when I first met him.
My father’s face turned to me when he saw me walking down the stairs. “Ah, there you are, Natasha already made you your coffee.”, he pointed to the space next to the stranger. Who now also turned his face to me. Holy fuck. I didn’t think I had ever seen a face as perfect as his. Sharp cheekbones and jawline accompanied by full lips and striking eyes. I quickly dragged my eyes away from his gorgeous face and sat down. Immediately my hands went to the coffee which I desperately needed now.
“Loki Laufeyson, Thors adopted brother.”, he said with the sexiest voice I had ever heard turning to me. With the coffee firm in my hands, I answered without looking at his eyes because I knew I wouldn’t manage to pull my gaze away again, “Francesca, Tony’s daughter, I would say nice to meet you, but I really need some coffee first.”
They laughed at that statement while I kept on drinking my coffee. “Don’t you want to eat anything, you are slowly starting to worry me, you haven’t eaten breakfast since you arrived.”, Tony said. “No, I am not hungry, I’ll eat later, there is no need for you to worry.”, I shrugged.
I couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled. I couldn’t even describe it; he smelled like a pine forest in the rain.
“What are you the god of?”, I asked Loki. “Trickery, mischief and lies.” I nodded and said, “That’s cool, you got any special powers?”. He laughed; it caused goosebumps and a warm feeling low in my stomach. “Many.”
Just the low rumble of his voice made my thighs clench. His eyes briefly went to my clenched thighs and came back with a knowing smirk. I quickly returned my gaze back to my cup.
With that Steve started to talk about the plans for the day, which was just training today. When I stood up to put my cup in the dishwasher he stood up too. Oh. My. God. He was wearing black sweatpants and no matter how loose they seemed on his hips, they didn’t manage covering up his, let’s say well-endowed crotch area. I knew I was sensing some big dick energy.
Was the age gap questionable? Maybe. Would I still sleep with him if I got the chance? Yes.
And that was when my hypermobility started to act up again. I sharply inhaled when I felt a spot in my back hurt excruciatingly. Bruce immediately turned to me; he knew about my joints. “Are you alright, did something dislocate?”.
I nodded slowly and tried to gently flex muscles to stretch where it hurt. “I don’t think it is dislocated fully but it isn’t where it is supposed to be.” He nodded and we went to the medical area. “May I?”, he asked. I nodded and felt his hands on my back searching for the spot and when he reached it, I groaned in pain.
He immediately apologized and gently tried to get it back to where it was supposed to be. But after a couple of minutes, it was just getting worse. From beside me I heard Loki say” I could try to ease the pain with my magic.”, I nearly fell off the chair as he appeared beside Bruce who showed him where it hurt.
“May I?”, Loki said and as I nodded, I felt his nimble fingers working gently on the spot. I whimpered as I felt the pain ease. I let out a relaxed breath when the pain faded. “Thank you so much.”, I gently said to Loki, exhaling in relief. “It was a pleasure.”, he responded politely.
He turned to Bruce and asked him as he was the doctor” What is it she suffers from; I have never heard of it.” Bruce nodded and replied in his science voice as I called it. “It is a disorder where the body or well mainly the joints and muscles are too flexible, meaning she could just do a split without stretching ever but her joints dislocate quite often.”
Loki’s eyebrows lifted in shock, and he expressed his condolences to me. “It’s alright it is mostly fun; I rarely get injured when training because of it and I can just randomly do the splits.” I shrugged and went to get another coffee.
“Francesca don’t even think about it, you already had your morning coffee.”, I sighed, that guy was no fun. Always immensely concerned about my health. Since I arrived, he has been nagging me to reduce my caffeine consumption as it concerned him.
As I went to leave, I remembered “Bruce I need my meds.”, I reminded him. I was taking antidepressants, and he didn’t want me to have them so I wouldn’t do anything stupid.
“Oh, right.”, he said and opened a locked drawer in the back with his keys. I thought he was being dramatic.
“What medication is that?”, Loki asked curiously. “Don’t worry about it.”, I said and swallowed the pills with the water Bruce handed me.
“Do you think I can go train?”, I asked Bruce. “I don’t see why not if it doesn’t hurt.”
I thanked them both and went to my room. There I changed into my training outfit which was yoga pants, a sports bra and a wrap top, which my best friend had gotten me. Of course, all in soft green tones, my favourite colour.
When I went downstairs to the gym which was huge and immensely equipped. Which was obvious as the avengers trained hard.
I did my usual stretches and physical therapy exercises meant to strengthen my joints and back. More built around function than hypertrophy.
In the middle of my cool down stretches someone else entered. It was Loki.
He was still wearing the grey sweatpants but with a hoodie now. Oh, and there it went.
Holy. Fuck.
His torso looked like it had been sculpted by Michealangelo himself. Yes, I was indeed staring at his perfect abs and back. And then I saw his V-lines pointing right to what I wanted. There was no hair on his upper body which I personally loved. I hated chest hair on men.
“Aren’t you warm, exercising in that?”, he asked and pointed at my clothes. “No, I always work out like this.”, I said and continued. He looked a bit confused but didn’t pry.
“Thank you for your help this morning.”, I added. “Anytime, just tell me when you need me.”, he offered in his velvety dark voice.
My thighs clenched again, and my thoughts turned dirty. I imagined him fucking me against the wall. His hard member moving inside of me rapidly, me dripping wet around him. Alright that was enough.
I snapped out of it and continued to stretch my back while secretly watching him train. His black hair was in a messy bun; a few strands had fallen out of it. It contrasted against his pale skin, almost as pale as mine. My hair was in a bun like his.
We were more similar than I thought. When he stretched, I saw a glimpse of ink on his hip bone. “Do you have a tattoo?”, I asked.
He looked down to his hip and explained, “Several actually, this one is just a rune me and Thor had done.” As he said that he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers to show me.
My cheeks went beet red. “Looks cool, that’s the symbol of power and strength, right?”, I asked. He nodded surprised” You can read runes?”. “Let’s say I was kind of obsessed with Norse mythology for a while.”, I explained to him.
“I am quite impressed. You’re different than most mortals.”, he praised me.
I smiled at the compliment, and I thought I’d never need the knowledge. I had always had little obsessions; at the moment it was art and art history. I had notebooks filled with sketches all over my room.
“You got any?”, he asked me, looking me up and down. I shook my head, “Don’t have the money yet, I don’t know how tattoos work in Asgard but here they are extremely expensive.”, I answered sadly. I looked at my watch and saw that I had to get going to my cardiology appointment. I excused myself politely and went to my room to shower and change.
I made my way through the busy streets of Brooklyn, making my way to my doctor. An hour later I was on my way home, going to the drugstore for a minute for new blades and disinfectant.
When I was walking through the door Bruce greeted me on his way to the supermarket. “Everything alright with your heart?”, he asked me gently. I nodded and told him what the doctor told me. “That’s great.”, he said and asked me if he should pick something up for me.
“It`s fine I got everything I need.”, I told him and waved him goodbye.
I went upstairs with the elevator as I refused to walk up dozens of floors to reach my room.
My phone binged with a new message. It was my period tracker, informing me that I was ovulating. How fun, single, ovulating and a crush on a thousand-year-old deity in progress.
I hadn’t noticed him when I walked through the living room and kitchen area. But then I felt a gaze on me which made me lift my head to search for it. “Oh, hi Loki.”, I said with a shaky voice. He was so attractive. He smirked at my distress. “Morning, want some coffee while Bruce is out?”, he asked me in his deep velvety smooth voice.
My eyes lit up at the mention of coffee. “Yesss, please.”, I replied in a whiny tone. I loved coffee way too much. “Already begging?”, he teased me with that vicious grin. I bit my glossed lip and my thighs clenched at the thought of begging for him. Being at his mercy, begging him for more.
With bright red cheeks I took a cup and made myself some coffee. While pushing the buttons I made sure to keep my sleeves in place to not expose my wounds. I had crocheted that hoodie myself a few weeks ago.
“Thanks for not telling Bruce.”, I said to him after taking the first delicious sip. “Have you eaten yet?” I took another and said without looking at him,” Yes, of course.”
He raised an eyebrow and turned to face me, crossing his arms. “You know that I can tell when someone lies, right?”, I looked down at the cup and blushed.
“There are plenty of options for you to eat, nothing is not one of them, it is 3pm, you need to eat something.”, he said sternly, opening the cupboards to show me. I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.” I quietly told him. “That is not possible, your body needs food to function.”, he gently added.
“Nah, I need to lose some weight anyways.”, I shrugged sipping my coffee. “That’s bullshit, you have a normal healthy body, why is earth obsessed with women that are skin and bones.”, he exclaimed frustrated.
I sighed and told him, “I just can’t eat today, okay?” and looked at him with big eyes in hopes that he would leave me be.
He gently nodded, “If you want me to make you something just tell me, alright?”, I nodded. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop my eyes from tearing up at the kindness of his words. I quickly moved to wipe away the tears but was quickly enveloped in strong arms. My head softly rested on his broad chest while his arms stroked up and down my back in calming patterns. He smelled like a pine forest after rain. “Thank you”, I whispered with a shaky voice.
After a bit his arms loosened around me and I pulled away. When I looked at him, he gently smiled at me. “Feel better?”, his deep voice asked me. I nodded with a warm expression on my face.
His touch was like being bathed in comfort and warmth. Even though he was an ice giant. “If you need anything and I mean anything, just call my name and I will appear, one of the perks of being a god.”, he explained.
“I will.”, I said and went up to my room again.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the hug, it had been an eternity since I had last felt safe while being touched by a man. I sat down on my bed and played with my hair thinking about him.
Maybe too much. My mind quickly started to think about those slim elegant hands adorned with veins. Occupied by the thoughts of his fingers inside of me made me subconsciously glide my own hand down my body imagining it was his.
My hand gently went down my neck and my chest then my waist until they reached the seam of my underwear. I left out a shuddering breath as they breached the waistband of the emerald-green thong finding the smooth freshly shaved skin there. I held my free hand in front of my mouth to quieten the voice as I slowly started to circle my clit. Wondering how he would tease me, maybe make me beg for more.
A moan left my rosy lips as I slid one finger inside of me. Lost in thought I added a second one and quietly whispered “Loki.”.
I threw my head back continuing to move my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. Hitting all the spots that made my thighs shake.
“Well, I did not expect that.”, I heard the black-haired god say in that teasing voice. I immediately pulled my hand away and gasped seeing him standing by the door.
I stared at him, eyes wide with shock and still breathing heavily. “I am so sorry, I am mortified.”, I said, cheeks bright red with shame.
“Don’t apologize sweetheart, if you needed some assistance, you could have just asked.”, he replied teasing me and took a step closer. I was still sitting in the middle of my bed, my hair ruffled and lips red from biting them to keep quiet. Well, not quiet enough.
“Please.”, I begged, still feeling how wet I was between my thighs. He smirked and crawled on top of me grabbing my pants at the waistband and pulling them down to expose me lacy panties. A deep groan left his throat as he saw it. “You’ll be the death of me, mortal.”, he whispered. With another quick movement they were torn off my soft body. His large hands grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart for him to see.
“Gorgeous.”, he breathed and lowered his head to my dripping core.
I prepared for the first touch of his tongue on me but instead I woke up with a gasp. I had fallen asleep thinking about me. My reflection on the other side of the room showed me how flushed my cheeks and messed up my hair was.
I was still breathing heavily, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I looked at myself.
I sighed and pulled the blanket over my head in shame.
Warnings: violence, gore, devil worship, age gap (reader is 18, Titus is 50), pervy Titus, smut, slight inspection kink, purity culture, loss of virginity, innocence kink
Summary: All your life you had been raised to be a bride. Pure, innocent and perfect as a porcelain doll. Meant to be married off at 18. When the day came your father had selected none other than Titus Danforth for you. The most gruesome man alive.
I hope u like it :) just something i was thinking about, planning more chapters rn. Let me know what u think. Btw english is not my first language, sorry for mistakes.
All your life you had dreaded nothing more than turning 18. But now that time had come.
Being a part of an elite family of Satan worshippers your purity has been the highest good to your family. You grew up as sheltered as could be, never been kissed or even touched by a man not related to you. Perfectly pure according to the books. The most valuable of brides.
That was what you had been raised to do. Your sole purpose was to be married off, sold like cattle to the highest bidder.
As the sole daughter of the Baudelaire’s, the second most influential family after the Danforth’s, you were expected to marry into one of the council member families to keep the power.
You were woken up by your servants with coffee, just the way you liked it and told about the plans for the day. You were expected to join your father in the study in half an hour to discuss the matter of my now legal age. Council members still had to abide to some rules.
With coffee in hand you swung your legs to the side of the bed to stand up. Wearing a soft silk robe with lace details and a train. Your hair was perfectly soft only deserving of the most expensive treatments, freshly blown out. It fell down to your waist in soft waves.
Your entire body had always been treated with the most expensive lotions and treatments to ensure that you were perfect by the time you were married off. The skin of your plump and curvy body, made sure to be fertile to ensure the production of heirs, as soft as can be.
Getting dressed in an insanely expensive dress your father had told you to wear for the meeting. A navy satin dress with intricate golden artworks, designed specifically for you by the designer.
After finishing your coffee and putting lotion on your face along with some blush you walked to the collection of perfumes on your dresser. Choosing the most expensive one and then heading downstairs to the study of your father. The massive double doors were shut, and you heard voices from inside. As you held your ear against it, they opened.
“Curious little thing.”, you heard the deep rusty voice of no one else but Titus Danforth. Looking up at them with big doe eyes you saw his arrogant grin as he looked you up and down.
“Sit down child.”, your father said and pointed to the vacant chair in front of his desk. Titus stood leaning against one of the old bookshelves staring at you.
As you sat down at the table you spotted a plethora of contracts strewn across the table. One signed in Titus Danforth’s writing. Another spot empty, waiting for your signature. Next to it lay a bloodpen.
“Before she signs, I need to make sure of some things.”, Titus said in a tone that caused goosebumps to form on your bare arms.
“Proceed, the room next door is empty.”, father said waving his hand for you to go with Titus to the adjacent room.
You followed him to the room next door. It used to be a gaming room, a large round table took up most of the room, all sorts of ancient games stocked the shelves all around, most gathering dust. He closed the door and walked to you. You backed away until the back of your thighs touched the table as he came closer.
“I need you to cooperate, otherwise this will get more complicated. So stay still until I say otherwise.”, he said looking down at you smugly. His hand touched your waist. It felt like it was branding you even through the dress. The warm touch to your sensitive skin made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
“Alright, good girl.”, he murmured as his hand want up to one of the straps of your dress.
You gasped as you felt him drop the strap of your dress down your shoulder, another as he did the same on the other side until your navy lace bra in the same gold design as your dress was exposed.
His knuckle brushed the skin above the cup of the bra, causing goosebumps in their wake. He chuckled seeing your reaction and suddenly hooked his finger inside of the cup of the bra.
You whimpered as he stared straight into your wide eyes and then slowly pulled the cup down to expose your breast. Your plump bosom fell out of the bra, the areola already hard, begging for his touch.
He hummed and touched the soft skin around the nipple looking at your for your reaction. You gasped as his finger touched your pebbled nipple. He chuckled and pulled your bra and straps back on.
You went to move back to the next room thinking he was done. Confused by the tingling sensation in your lower belly. But as your body moved his firm grip on your hips kept your body in place. “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, we are not done yet.
Turn around and for Satan’s sake keep still.”, he chuckled. You turned around, feeling rude for turning your back to him. You wondered what he was up to until you felt his hand on your back pushing your cheek against the table.
“Wh-“, you gasped but he immediately shushed you flipping your dress up to expose the lacy panties matching your bra. He groaned upon seeing them. His hands landed on your ass, massaging the soft cheeks, spreading them apart.
“Oh, what do we have here.”, he said, spotting the wet patch on your panties exposing your arousal. Blushing furiously, you whispered apologies. “No talking.”, he said roughly, spreading your cheeks further to see better.
He hummed, content with what he was seeing.
“Now, the most important part.”, he whispered and hooked his fingers into the top of the panties, easing them down your legs exposing the sensitive petals of your pussy. Wetness spread along the soft hairless skin. Another maintenance your parents had insisted on.
His fingers gently touched the wet lips of your centre. “Mmm look at that, what a pretty little cunt.”, he said as you felt his gaze on your most private part. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more exposed, you felt his fingers again.
“Ngh.”, you couldn’t help the strange sound escaping you when you felt the cold air of the building colliding with the warmth of you. His fingers were now spreading your folds apart, exposing the source of your wetness. He chuckled. “Now, let’s see.”, he said tapping your inner thighs to spread them further apart.
You did and then his fingers were on you again. Spreading you even more. You could feel his gaze on your little tight hole. You couldn’t help but clench. “Oh, does my little lamb like that?”, he teased and watched it clench again.
“Perfect, little lamb.”, he said and pulled your panties back on.
Flushed, you returned to the study, nothing abnormal had happened. That was just a normal examination you thought. Why wouldn’t it be right? They knew best, they wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t. Or at least you thought.
AAAHHHHH first time posting my writing, please tell me what u think.
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
