His ass is being cocky and evil as per usual
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Summary: When Grace survives the deadly wedding-night game, she unknowingly triggers a deeper curse, one that awakens a far more dangerous ritual. Now the Danforths, one of the four high council families, have entered a game of winner-takes-all. They, like the Le Domas family, have until sunrise to kill both Grace and Faith. The only issue is that they must compete against three other families for the chance to control the world.
Warnings: Hunt to kill, killing, kidnapping, arranged marriage, shitty writing in general, Titus Danforth (cause we all know that man is a walking red flag), mentions of a bloodlust, age gap, lots of blood, mentions of the red room (Marvel). Horribly written smut (unprotected P in V, breeding king, overstimulation, loss of virginity).
Note: Just a fair warning this is sort of dark in general. Thinking of making a part two, but I honestly hate this. Also please be gentle on me, I've never written SMUT before I had no idea what the hell I was doing. If I'm being honest this kinda sucks, I however am really proud of the first paragraph though. Also, tell me WHY! I can write four thousand words on a fic in an hour and a half on a movie that isn't even out yet! Also I'm pissed at Tumblr because I logged in to add the last paragraph and started crying when it deleted all my work. Got it back though, so I'll take the win. Also I love the idea of him being mute, but I wanted dialogue so I sort of hinted that his voice is damaged.
Word Count: 4,300+ words
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Pain was the only thing in Lilly MacCaullay's life that didn't disappoint her because with pain, she knew what to expect, and oddly enough, she liked it. She liked it because it reminded her that after everything she's been through, she could still bleed, and so long as she could bleed and still feel it, she was human, but if by chance one day she could bleed without pain, she'd have lost who she was and become the thing she once feared: a phantom. A figment of who she once was, and could never be again. So every time she bled, she let it because feeling is good, even if feelings themselves were that thing that held her underwater.
A deep hum filled her ears, muffling the noise around her, making it feel as if she were underwater. She didn't move, pretending that she was still unconscious so she could understand her surroundings. She heard many voices, both male and female, and her wrists were bound to the arms of a chair. A small, faint whimper slowly broke through the water, and the ringing died down. Slowly, she peeled her eyes open and lifted her head.
"Nice of you to finally join us, Ms. MacCaullay," Elijah, a lawyer for the high council families, stated. Lilly's gaze lands on her two sisters, Grace, the oldest, who's 28, and Faith, who's 25. She was the youngest of the two, being barely 20 years old.
"It's Mikaelson," She corrected, her tone matter-of-fact.
"Apologies, Ms. Mikaelson," Elijah replied.
Her gaze takes in the room and the people in it, and she rolls the tension out of her neck. "Okay, we can do this one of two ways. You can untie me and tell me what the hell is going on, or I can untie myself and kill you," Lilly stated. The room was silent for a moment before laughter filled the room.
"Lilly, you have no idea who you're fucking with," Grace scolded.
Lilly rolls her eyes and flexes her wrist, crackling it. "Okay, option two it is," Lilly muttered. She pushes off the floor, sending her chair backwards harshly, the wood breaking on impact. Pernilla, a guard for the high council family, leaps forward, swinging her pocket knife at Lilly, who easily ducks and grabs the older woman's wrist, snapping it. The knife falls, and Lilly catches it and swings it. The blade slices through Pernilla's neck, making a gurgling sound as she collapses to her knees, holding her neck.
A tinge of regret flicks inside Lilly, and she chooses not to let the woman suffer, shoving the blade through her heart. Grace and Faith stared at her in shock and fear while everyone else in the room looked at her with an impressed look plastered on their faces.
"Alright, once again, why am I here?" Lilly demands.
"Get her," Titus orders his guards.
Three male guards rush at her, and Lilly launches the pocket knife with precision, the blade embedding into the chest of one guard, who drops down dead. The two remaining men attack her simultaneously. She drops down and swings her leg out, sweeping the first man's feet, and he crashes to the floor. The other guard pulls his gun, but she kicks him in the groin, punches him in the throat, and grabs his arm, using her force to flip him on the floor, the gun sliding across the room.
The first guard attacks her from behind, but she moves out of the way just in time to grab his gun from his holster and shoot him twice in the chest. She shoots the other guard in the chest as well and points the weapon at Elijah, who holds his hands up. Nobody dares to make a move. "Let's just talk about this," He said calmly.
She tilts her head to the side, studying him. "I gave you two chances. I don't do third, but I'm not interested in being a part of whatever stupid shit they're in," Lilly stated, moving the gun to the side, shooting the widow. She sprints forward and jumps up, flips off the second-floor balcony, and lands on her feet.
The council members rushed to the balcony, expecting to see her on the ground, but she was nowhere to be found. "Find her!" Titus bellowed, eyes full of fury. His voice was lower than a normal man's voice, and it was slightly scratchy, unnaturally so.
They never did find her that day, even after Titus and Ursula won the game; it was as if she never existed. The only thing she left behind was the trail of bodies, and a broken necklace, a simple black sand clock pendant. Something Titus held onto daily, a constant reminder of the one who got away, and if it was one thing Titus hated, it was unfinished business.
He finds himself drawn to the mysterious woman who killed four of his people. There was something about her, maybe it was the darkness inside of her, or possibly it was the way she carried herself, elegantly, composed, and utterly unfazed.
Whatever it was, he wanted her, no, he needed her, and he would stop at nothing until he had exactly what he wanted.
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Two Weeks Later:
Lilly was sitting snug under a blanket, rocking back and forth in the plush reading chair with a thick binder in her lap, a notebook on the side table, and a steaming cup of tea off to the side. The outside world was engulfed in darkness, drowning in the rain that hammered down against it. She could feel his presence in the room as her gaze glided over the words on the pages.
"You know I can hear you, right?" She softly called out, her gaze never leaving the book. She highlights a second in the binder and jots down a note of something on the paper beside her. Titus walks out from his position by the back door, his eyes landing on her delicate frame. He wondered, how can something so small be so deadly?
"I see you got my gift," He drawls.
"I did," She hummed.
She closes the binder, setting it on the side table, grabs her cup, and brings it to her lips, sipping the tea. "You have something of mine," She pointed out, setting the tea aside again. "I want it back,"
His lips curve into a smirk. "What do I get in return?" He replied.
"You get to live," She shot back, earning an eye roll. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "What makes you so sure I'll even consider your offer?"
His eyes wander the room, taking into account the little she had. She finishes the last of her tea and stands, moving to the kitchen to refill her cup. "Because you're alone. You have no friends, or family, or anyone who would remotely notice you missing. You find comfort in being alone and thrive in chaos. It's why you choose to continue your assassin ways, even after leaving the red room, because violence is the only thing you've known for most of your life, and despite being alone, you crave normalcy. I can give you that and anything else your little heart desires," He pointed out, stepping into the kitchen.
"Why me?" She questions.
"You're not scared of me," He admits.
"Okay, and?"
"And I find you interesting,"
"How so?"
"After everything you've been through, you somehow held onto your humanity," He told her. She was silent for a few moments. "I don't enjoy killing," She spoke softly.
"I know. I also know that it's why you only target bad people. You didn't have a choice before, but you do now. So why keep going?" He stated.
"Not like I have much of a choice. I can't exactly get a regular job, I'm technically still a missing person," She countered.
"I could change that," He noted.
"Right, because you're basically a god," She shot back sarcastically.
"Pretty much," He replied smugly.
"If I agree, what changes?"
"Everything,"
He moves closer, grabbing her cup and setting it onto the counter. His hand reaches out, and he gently tilts her chin up to meet his gaze. "If you agree to be mine, I'd give you the world. I would love you right. If marriage isn't something you want to jump straight into, I'm okay with courting you: dates, gifts, the whole nine yards, but I need you by my side." He explains.
"Okay," She agreed.
"Okay?" He questioned.
"What, surprised?" She teased.
"I thought it'd take more convincing," He admits.
"I'm a very reasonable person," She points out.
"I can tell," He murmured.
Lilly seemed to realize just how close they were, so close that he could kiss her. Her heart races at the thought. In every way, this was wrong, but she couldn't help it. He was right. She has no one in her life who would miss her. Nobody would notice if she were gone, and that hurts to admit. Hasn't she given enough? Doesn't she deserve more than a shitty, small place that she barely lives in?
For a split second, her gaze flickers to his lips, and he notices. Leaning down, he captures her lips in a tender yet possessive kiss, his free hand moving to grasp her waist. For the first time since she was nine, she stopped thinking. Her mind became fogged with unknown feelings, and she melted under his touch, so touch-starved that she sought comfort in a man who killed both her sisters. After a long moment, her lungs began to tingle, and she pulled away for a split second to breathe, the air rushing back into her lungs, bringing color back into her flushed face.
Their lips met again, and his hand moved from her waist to cup the other side of her face, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring her. A small, desperate whine slips past her lips, vibrating against the kiss, which only further encouraged him. Finally, she kisses him back, goosebumps dancing across her skin as a buzzing feeling washes over her.
She rests her shaky hands against his firm chest, hands lightly grasping the fabric of his coat. Moments pass, and their kisses grew more heated and demanding, his hands exploring her body, squeezing, and massaging at anything his hands could grasp. When he gently squeezes the fat of her thigh blow her ass, she lets out a soft, needy whine, the tinging sensation going straight between her legs. She aches. My God, did she ache so much. She needed more. She needed him, and she hated that she needed someone.
It terrified her, but it also thrilled her, made her tingle in ways she's never felt before. Titus's large hand slides under the hem of her shirt, fingers dancing across her skin before sprawling flat on her stomach. His lips devour hers; he couldn't get enough. She was like breathing air itself; she was necessary.
Her fingers threaded through his peppered hair, lightly tugging on it, earning a soft grunt from the man. He slowly walked her backwards. When her back hits the wall, he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips across her jaw and behind her ear. He moves her hair to the side, placing gentle kisses down her neck and to her shoulder. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was uneven. He watches as she traps her plump, glistening lips between her teeth, holding back her noises.
Titus lowly chuckled, "Baby, let me hear all the pretty noises you make."
The term baby went straight to her core, and she softly whined. She could feel him smirk against her shoulder as he pressed another kiss to it. She feels him lightly tug on her shirt, and she raises her arms. Titus easily slides the shirt off, tossing it to the side, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, starting from her shoulder to her neck, down her collarbone, each kiss getting lower and lower. "Fuck, darling, you are an exquisite gift," He groaned.
His fingers hook into the waistband of her sleep shorts, and he settles on his knees when her hands suddenly grab his. "I'm a virgin!" She blurts out. His gaze darkens with need, and he presses another soft kiss to her belly.
"I can be gentle," He promised.
She nods and releases his wrist. He slowly dragged down her sleep shorts, allowing her to step out of them. Titus presses a singular kiss to her inner thigh before standing back up. His large hand gently cups her face, thumb stroking her cheek. "Do you want this?" He questioned. She gave another slow nod, and he tilted her chin up again.
"I need verbal confirmation, princess," He commands.
"Yes, I want this," She whispered.
"Good, now let's play a game," Titus told her.
"A game?" She inquired.
He hums, gently pecking her lips.
"What kind of game?" She asked.
"Simon says," He replied.
"Easy enough," She agreed.
His hands move back to her waist, holding her tighter as he walks them backward to the large white couch. He sat down first, patting his lap invitingly. "Simon says, sit on my lap."
She obeys, settling on his lap and straddling his waist. He let out a low hum of approval, his thumbs gently stroking her hips. "Good, now, Simon says, remove my shirt," He coached. Her small, shaky hands reach out and gently touch his collar before moving to the first button, freeing it from the buttonhole slit. He raises his right hand, gently pushing her wavy hair behind her shoulder, and leans closer. Goosebumps dance across her skin again as she feels his hot breath on her skin. He presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder.
"You're doing so good, baby," He mused, his hands sliding up her back, finding the clasp to her lace bra. He unclaps it and tugs the straps down her arms, tossing the bra away. Her hesitant hands lightly brush up against his modernly defined body, earning a soft groan from him. Titus was an active man; he ate a balanced diet and would indulge every once in a while, he went on morning runs and worked a strict schedule, but he didn't overdo it. He was far too busy to care about getting jacked.
He saw no point in it because, after all, he was Titus Danforth, heir to the Danforth estate, one of the wealthiest people in the world. Now, was he a little cocky and full of himself, yes, but every morning when he looked in the mirror, he couldn't help but think, god damn, aren't I blessing everyone with my looks by my mere presence?
"Ty," She whispered.
"Yes, baby," He drawled.
"What next?" She asked quietly.
"Now you sit and behave," He replied.
He sat there pressing kisses all over her body, starting with her neck before moving to her shoulder, her throat, and her chest. His right hand cupped her right breast, gently stroking her nipple with his thumb while capturing her other nipple with his mouth. She let out a soft moan at the new sensation, and he swirls his tongue over her nipple before releasing it with a wet pop. He switches sides, giving the other one the same attention. He released her nipple and captured her lips with a needy kiss, groaning lowly into it, pulling her body closer to him. After a few moments, he pulls away.
"Darling, have you ever touched yourself?" He asked.
"Ty, I was a child assassin. Intimacy has never really crossed my mind until now," She replied.
"Duly noted, hold on tight. You'll be more comfortable on your bed," Titus stated, holding her close as he stood. He carries her to her room, kicking the door shut behind him before laying her on the bed. He hooks his fingers into her panties and slides them down, dropping them to the floor.
"This is how things are going to work: we're gonna use a stoplight system. I'll check in often and ask for your color. Green means you're good, and you want me to continue. Yellow means to slow down and check in. Red means stop immediately. Understood?" He explained.
"Understood," She replied.
"Good, now what's your color?"
"Green,"
"Good,"
His hands slide down her body and spread her thighs open, moving down her body, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed so that he can comfortably be on his knees when the time comes. He admires her perfectly waxed pussy, smooth and glistening in her own juices.
"Fuck, bunny, you're perfect," He purred.
His hand gently palms her delicate pussy, earning soft whines from her. His thumb presses against her clit, beginning to rub circles against it, her whines increasing in noise. "You know, Bunny, I've thought about this for two weeks. Been driving me insane with how much I want to fuck your brains out," He said lowly.
Lilly's breathing hitches, and she let out a soft whimper, her thighs trembling at the thought. He smirked at the effect his words had on her. "I was so fucking pissed when you left. You killed four of my best people like they were just a warm-up. I knew from that moment that I wanted to bend you over and fucking break you in until you knew exactly who owns this pussy here," He practically growled.
She gasped when he slid his middle finger in, slowly pumping into her before adding his ring finger. She may be a virgin, but she was soaked, so it was easy to slide into her without resistance. It only made him want to fuck her even more. He's been driving himself insane, jerking himself off every day because he needed her.
The dent in his pants became painful, but he held back. He needed to break her slowly, which was quite a testament to his thin patience, but he was willing to learn some for her. He drops to his knees, pulling her closer to the edge of her bed, his breath fanning right over her pussy as he continues to pump his fingers knuckle deep into her.
"Color?" He asked.
"Green, so green," She panted.
He slides his fingers out, causing her to whine, but immediately focuses his fingers on tending to her clit. "Patients, baby," He murmured, licking up her slit, earning a loud moan. He groans. "Fuck, bunny, you taste amazing,"
"I have a taste?" She whined, curling her toes as he digs in, eating her out like she's a four-course meal. Between the attention to her clit, and the motions of his tongue delving into her like she was a fucking pudding cup drove her over the edge, making her cum with a cry. Titus continued to lap her core, coaxing her through her first orgasm until she calmed.
He moves up, capturing her lips in a rough, possessive kiss. Lilly whimpers against his lips, tasting herself. She touches his chest, craving him closer, but he grabs her hands, pinning them above her head and breaking the kiss.
"Did I say you could touch me, bunny?" He said firmly.
"No," She whined.
"No, what?"
"No, sir."
"Atta girl, now you're learning,"
"Ty, please, please let me touch you,"
He clicks his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head slightly. "Oh, baby, you have a lot to learn. I don't sway to begging. You will keep your hands to yourself and obey, or I'll cuff you to the bed. Are we understood, kitten?" He told her, his voice low and unnaturally gravely, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Yes, sir," She whimpered.
"Good girl. Now what's your color?"
"Green,"
"Good, and what's clause two say about intimacy?" He quizzed.
"No condoms or contraception," She whispered.
"And are you okay with that?"
"Yes,"
"Good, let's continue,"
He releases her wrists, kicks off his shoes, peels off his socks, and unbuckles his belt, dropping his pants. "Is it gonna hurt?" She questioned, moving further up the bed to lie more comfortably. He pulls off his boxers and crawls on the bed, settling himself between her open legs.
"It will hurt a little, but you're soaked, so it'll be easier to take me," He admits, seeing no point in lying to her. He lines himself up at her entrance, gently dragging his drip up and down her slit, collecting her juices. He pushes in just the tip, earning a whine from Lilly. His free hands gently holds her waist, thumb stroking her hip. "Breath, baby. We'll take this nice and slow until you adjust," He coaxed.
He pushes another inch in, and she lets out a shuddered whimper, biting her lip as her hands clench the blankets below her. He let out a low, disgruntled groan at her tightness. He coaxes her into taking his entire length, stilling when he bottoms out. Titus buries his face in the crook of her neck, pressing a soft kiss against his flesh. One hand remains firm on her hip while he rests on his elbow, being careful not to crush her with his full weight.
"You can move," She whispered.
He hums gently, kissing her as he slowly slides an inch out and feeds it back to her tight warmth, groaning against her lips. He starts at a slow pace, giving her more time to adjust, fighting everything against him to not fuck her the way he needed to. "Fuck, bunny, taking me so well," He mutters in between kisses, his pace increasing.
She let out a soft moan against his lips, kissing him back when he settled at a medium rate, but found herself needing me. "You can be rougher, I'm not gonna break," She assured.
He groans, breaking the kiss to rest his head against his shoulder while continuing to roll her hips into her. "Baby, you don't know what you're asking. I'm not gentle. I'll fucking destroy you," He muttered darkly.
"Then ruin me, and make me better," She moaned.
The groan he let out was animalistic, his hips subconsciously drilling into her faster. "Baby, trust me, I won't be gentle," he warned.
"Ty, do it. Make me yours in the way you want," She affirmed, letting out a small cry of pleasure when his hips snapped deeper inside her. "Oh fuck, just like that," She encouraged.
Titus stopped holding back, now drilling into her with a deep, primal need. Each thrust of his hip caused her body to jerk forward from sheer force. His hand slides down from her waist to her thigh, angling it so he can hit deeper into her. "Gonna fuck you so hard, kitten. Gonna make you forget your own name, and make you my wife." He muttered in her ear. His hips are driving into her faster. "Gonna fuck you till you're round with my babies."
Her body begins to tremble, and he reaches down between them quickly rubbing her clit while fucking her harder, groaning as his own release is close. "Fuck, come on, baby, give it to me, cum all over my cock like a good girl!" He growled. With one more snap of the hip, she's crying out his name, and he stills as he blows his load, filling her with his hot sticky cum.
He groans, collapsing on top of her, breathing heavily as he stays buried deep inside of her. "Fuck, baby, you did so good," He praised, gently capturing her lips in a kiss. She let out a soft hum in his kiss, and he pulled away, sliding out of her, causing her to whine at the feeling of being empty.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll have plenty of time to train your pussy to take me for hours. For now, one was enough," He teased, walking into her bathroom. She admired his ass as he walked away, and threw her head back. "I am in so over my head," She muttered to herself.
She heard the sound of a bath running, and Titus returned with a warm, damp rag. He carefully began cleaning the mess he had made between her thighs. "You know, I never expected you to be so soft," She admits, resting on her elbows, watching as he gently wipes away his evidence.
"My softness is only reserved for a few people. Don't get me wrong, I'm cruel, and I'm not even remotely a good person, but I'm not evil. Well, at least not completely," He told her, tossing the rag in a basket across the room. She let out a squeal when he picked her up. "What are you doing?" She questioned.
He carries her to the bathroom. "After care is non-negotiable. I may want to fuck you against every surface around us, but I would never intentionally hurt you unless you gave me no other choice," He replied, settling her in the tub and sliding in with her.
"I'll sign the contract," She said softly.
"Good, now relax," He muttered, pressing a kiss against her neck.
She sinks further into the tub, melting in his arms and closing her eyes. Her old life didn't matter anymore. Today marks the beginning of her new life as a Danforth, and boy, was she in for a wild ride.
Something I really wanna go into more detail with when I rewrite sow is how Lane is treated after she defects from the military.
On one hand, Lane’s trying so, so hard to undo the sins of her past, and prove to others and herself that she’s better than what they made her, that she’s capable of good.
But on the other… these people have lived and suffered under the rule of the military their entire lives, a lot of them have lost family and friends to them. So when this girl with a reputation like the one Lane has is dropped in her lap, they really have every right to be weary.
It’s subtle, most times. Weary glances in town, a child crossing the street to avoid her, whispers amongst groups as she passes. Small stuff that, even though it makes her feel horrible, can ultimately be ignored (for the most part).
But not everyone is quiet about it. She’s asked disrespectful, invasive questions about her past, some business owners downright refuse to service her, etc.
There’s this one day, not long after she and Cali move to that small town in the mountains, that Lane returns home to find ‘killer’ written on their door in paint. She washes it off silently, and does her best to ignore the burn in her eyes.
Even though the townspeople (most of them, at least) warm up to her eventually, Lane will never forget the fear people used to look at her with. It haunts her a lot of nights.
Before I paired up Rein with Angelica, I almost gave him a bard girlfriend. I made a design for her, but she was too pretty to just be a potc oc. So I'm saving her design for anything in the future.
First ever completed oc ref and it wasn’t even my oc, this is Caliss @ssodiepop boyb :3 pretty proud of it ngl, I plan to work on Syndurs ref eventually (soon). Here’s another oc too, his name is Methas, he’s a Morag Tong assassin at he cropped his own ears becuz he is bad azz 😈😈 that’s it for now.
