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ficsandgiggles · 3 years

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Belonging

Chapter Four - Giggle Medicine

A cute, fluffy shopping trip with Y/N, Nat and Peter!

The car journey was kind of awkward, it was mostly filled with silence which stabbed me in the throat with every minute that passed. Peter, bless him, tried to make conversation, but it soon died off after a minute or so.

My thoughts began to return because of it, my head went into another world as I wondered why I was bothering to give life another shot. Yes, most of the people I’ve met so far were really kind to me, but it was just Tony. He made me feel like my existence was pointless. Every time I saw him, I felt like he was mentally ripping my head off because I hurt Peter in the past.

I was soon snapped out of my world when Peter opened the car door, which I was leaning on, I almost lost my balance, but thankfully I was caught by Peter, who was giggling fondly as he helped me up.

“Okay, first things first, clothes shopping. We can get Y/N a few outfits, plus I need a new pair of jeans.” Nat told us before leading the way, we soon followed and the three of us were walking together. It felt great to be a part of a group, but how am I gonna pay for all this stuff?

I looked around the shop, sticking close to Peter and Nat at all times, just in case I bumped into some people I didn’t want to see. However it wasn’t long before it was just Nat and I, as Peter went to look around the men’s section of the shop.

“I think this would look cute on you.” Nat told me as she showed me some ripped skinny jeans, they looked high waisted, which was always a bonus. I fell in love with them instantly, but my excited expression turned into a frown.

“Nat... it’s nice of you to take me shopping, but I have no money whatsoever... I spent my last two dollars on a meal deal...” I mumbled quietly, putting the jeans back on the rack sadly. I then felt Nat hold my chin up, giving me a gentle smile.

“Hey, don’t you worry about that side of things, Tony gave me his credit card for the three of us to have this day together, and specifically to get you some new clothes. He’s a literal billionaire so whatever you look at, you’re getting.” She grinned, giving me a small squeeze before tapping the rack. “Choose your size then.”

I bit my lip, unable to understand why Tony was doing all this yet being so cold towards me. I picked out the smallest size and put them in the basket, I knew I had lost a lot of weight since I had basically been eating scraps for two months.

Nat smiled gently and chose a pair of skinny black jeans before leading us around the shop to find some more clothes. We were in there for about an hour before we walked out, loaded with bags.

“Wanna change into an outfit now?” Nat offered, nodding over to some public toilets. I nodded, rummaging through the bags and picking an outfit before heading straight to the toilets. I got changed into the ripped jeans, a red crop top and a black faux leather jacket. I stared into the mirror for a few moments, contemplating the main reason why I chose to wear the crop top.

Recently, Peter and Bucky tickled me, and it was single handedly the greatest feeling I’ve felt for a long time. I loved being able to giggle unwillingly whilst feeling close to the other person, so I mainly wore a crop top in hopes that someone would take advantage of the situation.

I walked out, suddenly feeling vulnerable as I hugged my torso, I looked over to see Nat and Peter giving approving nods, and I swear Peter had a tiny smirk on his face too, surely he hadn’t figured it out already...

Once we were all shopped out, Nat took us into McDonald’s, we ordered our food and sat at a table to wait for it to arrive. I couldn’t help but chuckle at Nat and Peter, who were arguing over who got to sit next to me. Soon enough though, Nat plonked herself next to me with a smirk, poking her tongue out at the pouting Peter.

“So did you have fun?” Nat asked, turning her attention to me as I looked up at her, nodding and mumbling out a thank you. I casually took my jacket off and stretched my arms over my head, not even knowing what I was doing until I felt so,some squeeze my knee under the table, making me squeal in surprise.

“I dunno, I think someone needs some giggle medicine.” Peter smirked, giving a knowing look over at Nat, who returned the smirk and wrapped an arm around my waist.

I suddenly felt scribbling nails against my bare sides, making me squeal and burst into giggles, I tried my best to pry Nat’s arm from around my waist, but she was pretty much glued there. She smirked fondly and gently fluttered her fingers into my belly, which caused me to giggle a lot louder.

“I’m always good at prescribing giggle medicine.” Nat teased, smiling fondly down at me as she spidered her fingers up and down my ribs, which was soon joined by Peter squeezing into my knees to make me giggle louder.

“Nohohoho, we’re in puhuhuhublic!” I complained through my helpless giggles, squealing when Nat squeezed my hips.

“Trust me, that hasn’t stopped us before. One time when we were here, Tony had Peter pinned on his lap and the kid thrashed so much he almost kicked and broke the table.” Nat smirked, giving Peter a fond smile as he stopped tickling me for a second to hide shamefully behind his hands.

“So what would get you kicking?” Nat asked, casually squeezing the spot above my hips, which made my knee slam against the table, followed by a shriek and a giggle. Nat stopped after that, unable to contain her fond giggles.

“I am definitely taking advantage of that when we get home!” Nat and Peter said at basically the same time, causing me to whine and bury my jacket into my face to hide away.

However, a whiff of food soon stopped me from hiding. I folded my jacket up and put it next to me as I helped dish out the food, my stomach grumbled excitedly at the sight, making Nat skitter across my belly for a second to make me giggle. “I think someone is ready for this.” She said with a fond smile before we all tucked into our food.

Later, we were on our way back to the compound, and the journey was thankfully a lot less awkward. As we pulled up, Nat turned to face me from the drivers seat, holding my hand with a soft smile.

“I think you’re gonna fit in just fine here.”

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 2

Hello there! I present to you, part 2 of my orc x fem!human series!

I still don't know what to name this fic of mine

I should've thought about the title in the first place lmao

Anyways! I'll try updating constantly if I can. Enjoy reading!

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Cursing, lots of cursing. Mild violence and mentions of injury.

UD 01/10/21 : CLEANED AND PROOFREAD PROPERLY (hey I did my best)

(reference to the mask she's currently wearing //her hair is still braided// )

Even with the tedious introduction the professor was on about, I couldn’t help but pick up the whispers of my human classmates, and the unmistakable nasty odor they were giving off.

“Hey. Look at that orc over there.”

“Tsk. Beast. Why is it even here—”

“I bet it’s gonna get suspended from breaking someone’s arm.”

“It looks like he’s gonna kill somebody soon.”

Snickers and clicks of disgust went around the group.

The professor shushed them, not quite knowing what they were talking about before he moved on.

I cursed, feeling my blood boil from their words. The orc wasn’t even doing anything! And they slander him like that? I would love to break their fucking ne—

No, damn it! No violence! Mama will go crazy if she finds out I broke someone’s spine. Behave and endure. Remember your training.

...but seriously though, I'm going to fucking snap their legs. Nah, perhaps use pepper spray on their eyes until they go blind, even though the mixture inside my spray bottle wasn’t made to have permanent effects on someone, but it would still cause great discomfort.

I hugged my backpack, the thought of my dusters inside somehow comforting.

I didn’t notice Tai'chi was taking glances at me out of concern while I was imagining how I’d smash those jerks’ faces.

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My mind wandered around the interaction by the gates earlier, and how... contradicting... it was when I entered the building.

Everything passed like a blur as I continued daydreaming about other things, hardly paying attention to what everyone else was saying. Plus it takes a lot of concentration to survive their pungent scents.

A bell rang, bringing me back down to Earth. It was lunchtime already.

Everyone seemed relieved as they started filing out of the area and headed towards the cafeteria. [a/n: Ooh that rhymed] I failed to see the lingering glances of barely masked distaste in our direction.

I glanced at the or— Tai'chi, whom I found out was looking at me already, stunning me at how he stared for a moment before I broke eye contact and stood up, which he also did. I almost fell back down my chair when I scented him.

Wha—

How the fuck did I not smell him before?!

I must’ve focused too much on the awful odor surrounding me that it didn’t register this—

This, oh my God.

To describe it, it was simply so— manly (or is it Orcish?). Like the scent of fresh earth and the warmth of a fireplace in the midst of a cold night. Embers crackling and sending sparks up into the sky.

He doesn’t smell one trace of a beast at all! In fact, I’ve never smelled someone so clean, so pleasant, all the while exuding masculinity, and was that a tad hint of vanilla?

For the first time in a while, I couldn’t place what the feeling was exactly. He simply smells so— good. Which is a positive sign?

I looked up to his eyes once more before I blurted out, probably a little too high-pitched;

“Lunch?”

Seriously? That’s what comes out of your damn mouth?

“I mean, do you want to go grab some lunch? At the cafeteria?” I clarified to sound normal and unaffected, (even when I clearly am).

Was the last part necessary? You’ve broken noses, dealt painful blows like a skilled warrior, but you’re embarrassing yourself.

I was busy reprimanding myself that I nearly missed what he said.

"Sure.”

He straightened up, and I was then faced with the reality of how damn tall he is. Or is it because I’m short? I barely reached over 5 feet, and he is standing there, almost three heads taller than me. Was he hunching for my sake earlier?

Wowie…

I scented a hint of pride, and was that a small quirk of his lips for a second there?

Huh. My mask is a lifesaver, or else he would've seen my jaw dropping.

I followed him out and headed straight for the campus’ cafeteria, all the while trying to converse here and there.

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'Trying’ was not the right word.

Definitely not.

It was surprising, how easy and nice it was to talk to him. I could scent his apprehensiveness when I talked to him at first, but he relaxed not long after I introduced myself properly.

It felt... natural.

I learned that he came from the Northside of the country and moved to the city last year to pursue his dreams and to find a better future for his clan. I also told him about my family and home, along with my reasons for being here, leaving out the… violent part.

“My family and my entire clan wanted the best for me and my brothers. Up in the North, education is… very limited. Although ever since we were young, we were taught everything from our clan’s history, how to hunt for food, what herbs and plants were poisonous, what were medicinal and edible, how to stay alive, survive and so on.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But we were cut off from the modern world. Times are changing, fast. Global warming being a major problem, leaving a huge impact on our living. So, when my clan heard about a school in the city, open to all races, they turned to us, the youth, and we took this chance.”

I looked down and thought about how disconnected the others were, only given the freedom to modern society eight years ago. Eight years is a long time, but I guess it’ll take more than that for everyone to get used to the change. That doesn’t mean they should treat them poorly!

As I realized I’ve been quiet for a while, I shot up and apologized for not replying.

“No, it’s okay. You looked like you were in deep thought. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Y-yeah… I was—”

“Thinking about how the majority of the human race still see us as beasts?”

There was a bit of spite in his voice, although barely noticeable. Or was it because I caught a whiff of it? No one was paying much attention to us while we were walking. But I noticed many of them hastily stepping aside and felt their glares at my back.

“How did you know?” I asked, curious.

“I could tell from your- I could tell, from the way you frowned earlier when one of those humans said something.”

Oh. He was looking at me that time?

“Frowned? But my mask—”

“It’s easy to tell if you are frowning when your eyebrows scrunch up like that. Believe me, my father does that a lot.”

“Ah. Well. It was just very rude of them. To talk shit about you and your kind like that, as if they were any better. You weren’t even doing anything, and they judge you based on your race. Orcs are civilized and intelligent just like any other, and I don’t understand why there’s still so much prejudice after eight damn years—”

I stopped and restrained the urge to go wild and curse every single human who smelled so foul every time we pass by.

“Sorry. I was...rambling.”

Was I this talkative? Maybe it's because I never had anyone to talk to.

He didn’t reply, which I found strange, so I glanced over at him and saw his eyes wide open and brows shooting up in surprise. It was almost comical.

“Uh, Tai'chi?”

Before he could even utter a word, we arrived at a huge hall where students were chatting and enjoying their lunch. Still, I noticed some humans were giving unkind looks to a gathering of goblins eating at the far left side corner of the cafeteria.

And of course, I didn’t fail to smell that wretched odor coming from a group of girls on my right when we walked in. I also recognized the one who pushed me, (No doubt it was intentional). I had to pinch my nose over my mask just but I could only block out half of it.

Ah shit, this mask doesn’t have proper air filtration.

I groaned as I tried to cut off the noise and thickened scents. For real, I wasn’t expecting it to be this harsh! I could literally smell discrimination and hate in the air!

Fuck. I should’ve worn my other mask. I swear I’m gonna burst if I stay and inhale more of that any longer—

“Pearl, are you okay?”

I groaned again and didn’t reply, busy controlling my sense of smell to even open my mouth. We were standing there like a pair of street posts, blocking a small part of the main entrance. That is if there was a 5ft- tall post. I’m more like that foldable caution sign.

“Pearl—”

“Hey, you there! Freaks! Move out of the way.”

Great. Another awful fucking odor. And what a coincidence! It was the one I smelled this morning!

“Are you deaf? I said—”

He shouldn’t have grabbed my shoulder, shouldn’t have tried to shove me aside, for the second I felt his hand reaching for me, and before Tai'chi could pull me away, my reflexes kicked in.

What did I do exactly? Oh, I simply grabbed that damned arm of his, threw him over my shoulder, and slammed him down on the tiled floor in front of me, finishing a one-arm shoulder throw.

The people in the area halted what they were doing and a short-lived silence came over, broken by whispers.

So much for keeping a low profile.

The guy I just performed basic self-defense on was spitting curse words at me. He was still on the floor, trying not to voice the pain in his back.

“Freak! You’re a monster, aren’t you?! How dare you do this to me. Don't you know who I am?!" he yelled.

Did he mean me or? Either way, what he said was not true.

I tried to calm my anger down and gave him a forced smile, under my mask, and mustered up the voice and tone I always used when I’m annoyed.

But right now, I am pissed.

“Now, dear, fellow, human, what you said was clearly untrue. I am entirely human and this person beside me is an orc. Or were you blinded by your overgrown ego and disgusting attitude to see the obvious in front of you? Surely that must be it. The entrance to the cafeteria is wide enough for two people to not serve as a hindrance to the ones coming in, but still, you chose to try and shove me aside yourself. Well, I won’t apologize but I’ve had enough pushing for one day. And lastly, no, I do not know you and I don’t care.”

I gritted my teeth, my face hurting from smiling forcefully. The cafeteria was quite silent enough all the while and no doubt they heard every word I said.

Fuck.

I twisted around and bolted out of the building.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! I blew it! Fucking blew my chance to have a normal college life! Now everyone will think I’m some crazy person and would, without a doubt, avoid me forever.

I was too busy cursing and walking away, planning to hide in a hole for all eternity that I didn’t feel the presence of someone following me.

Without thinking much of where I was heading, my feet led me to a secluded part of the uni. Tall trees lining up before and around me looking like an entrance to a forest, and so I tried hiding behind one. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t notice and detain me or something.

I sat down between the great roots of an oak tree and rested my head on top of my knees as I took deep breaths and listened.

Nature always had a place in my heart. How could it not? When you can hear the chirps of little birds, the soothing sound of leaves rustled by the wind. And the peace that comes with it all.

Not to mention it smells so relaxing.

“Hello there.”

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Haha! What will Pearl do next I wonder, and who is this person who followed her??

Had to cut it off at that part because my dearest self just loves cliff hangers—

And because I wanted to post something as soon as possible.

Hope you enjoyed! I will be working on the third part asap.

Tags: @kokokatsworld @crackinanutshell

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omnyamaflowerz · 5 years

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Help Ch. 3

A/N: Here is chapter 3! Please only read at your own risk!

Warnings (in this chapter): A/BO Mechanics, drugging, kidnapping, Florian being a creep

Translations: lubirea mea-my love

Jana sat in the doctor’s office, looking around. She sighed. Guilt was settling in and it was hitting deep. She hadn’t been able to talk to Florian and she hoped she would get to apologize in person. True, she could easily tell him that it was the mood swings from the chemical imbalance. That was something he already knew, but there was the possibility he wouldn’t accept that. But, he was taking the medicine, too. Florian would understand.

Jana shifted, looking up every time the door opened. Her heart skipped, hoping Florian would walk through the door and they could talk. She would smooth things over, smile, and offer to pay for their lunch date. It may have been too soon to say but, Jana missed him.

Florian was the first guy that she had taken seriously. The first man that she tried to actually have a relationship. The only Alpha that didn’t immediately look at her like a piece of meat or a toy. It’s not like the bar was set high, anyway.

Disappointment hit Jana in her chest again as the door to the waiting room opened and someone else walked in that wasn’t Florian. She huffed and pulled out her phone again. She opened their message thread. He still hadn’t answered her other numerous texts asking how he was doing, if they could talk or just trying to coax him into talking to her. She typed a message, trying not to seem so desperate.

“Hey, are we still going to lunch today?”

Jana’s thumb hovered over the send button. This was stupid, she thought. She couldn’t blow up his phone like this. He was probably still angry. He might have even blocked her after her episode. She didn’t want to call and face an even more obvious rejection of him not answering the phone or even worse blowing up right back at her. She deleted the message and tossed her phone back in her bag.

“Arjana?” the nurse called, walking through the door. Jana nodded, standing up and coming into the corridor for her check-up.

Florian looked down at his phone as he ate dinner after a day of making improvements around his apartment. He saw Jana’s text messages. He didn’t know how the answer, however. Part of him wanted to be spiteful. She wanted to be left alone so, she was going to have it. The other part of him, however, was being proven right. That he could still have her. He was battling with himself. Pick up the phone and call or leave her to her devices. She clearly wanted him. Every Omega ends up wanting or needing their Alpha eventually.

Florian watched as his phone rang again. Arjana’s name came across the screen with a picture he took of her while on a date once. His fingers itched to pick it up but, no. Something held him back. He needed to see something. But, more importantly, he wanted to hear it. The phone stopped ringing and later it lit up again for the voicemail message.

Florian opened his phone and put it to his ear and let it play.

“Um, hey Florian. I know I’ve been...texting you and I was hoping to see you at the doctor’s today but, I guess you moved your appointment.” Jana’s voice sounded sad. Florian sat back in his seat, listening to the silence from the message. He thought about her collecting herself as if she was so upset over not having him. “Listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like that toward you. It was a mood swing from the pills and I wasn’t doing well that day. I know you could care less about an excuse but, I really am sorry. I want to make it up to you but, I know you probably aren’t my biggest fan right now.” There was a nervous chuckle at the end of the statement. Something he realized Jana did when she talked about something that made her upset or nervous. He was able to pick up a lot of things about her.

“Again, I’m sorry and I just wanted to try and smooth things over. I hope you are doing okay and whenever you are free...maybe we can talk. I hope to hear from you. Bye.” she said.

Florian took his phone away from his ear, set it back on the table. He sighed. He could easily pick up the phone, call her back and tell her where they could meet so they could talk. He really wanted to. Florian felt that Jana could be the one he wanted. His mate. He didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

Jana sat at work in a bit of a mood. Florian didn’t return her call from last night and she had silently admitted defeat. She hadn’t seen him at work in days which easily could have meant that he just wasn’t coming when she was on her shift or maybe he found another gym. Either way, Jana was sure they were done. She should probably delete his number.

“Can you pick your head up and stop being a sour puss?” Grant said, from the side of her. Jana looked up, realizing she had been staring down at her phone. She sighed, opening a drawer and dumping her phone in it. “Whew, what’s got you in a mood? Medicine again?”

“No. Florian hasn’t returned any of my messages since I blew up on him. We were supposed to have a lunch date. I’ve literally been excommunicated.” Jana said.

“Oooh.” Grant said. “So is that why he has been coming in at the night shift?”

“Wait, what?” Jana said, shaking the confusion from her.

“I got switched to the night shift for two days and on both days, Florian strolled in for his workout. He kind of had this sad look on his face.” Grant said.

“Well, why wouldn��t he just call or text me back?!” Jana said, throwing her hands up in the air.

Grant looked ahead and started scratching his head. “Don’t look now, but you may get to ask him yourself.” Jana slowly turned to look at Florian, looking down at his phone and walking in. As if he knew she was looking, Florian looked up and glared at her. He was frozen in place, stuck looking at her.

“Stop staring and go talk.” Grant whispered. Jana waved him off. She left the desk, sheepishly putting her hands behind her back and walking up to him. She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention.

“Hi.” she said.

“Hey.” Florian said, shifting awkwardly and putting his phone in his pocket.

“We haven’t talked in a minute.” Jana said, a nervous chuckle hanging on the last word of her sentence.

“Yeah. We haven’t.” he said.

“I’ve left messages.” she said, rubbing her hands together.

“I saw. I’ve been busy.” Florian said, stoically. Jana hated this blank look on his face. Like he was devoid of emotion. The only thing that told her that he was upset was his arms folded over his chest.

“I wanted to tell you that I am very, very sorry about what I said.” she said. “I really wasn’t me that day. I was feeling all the side effects of the suppressants and it was a combination of many other things.”

“You told me.” he said, nodding and leaning against the wall. “It was in your voicemail.”

“I wanted to talk to you that day but...I was so out of it that I just left. And I’ve tried to reach out to you to make it up to you. But, I think now I can take the hint that the damage is done. I at least wanted to tell you how sorry I was.” Jana sighed.

Florian sighed, looking down at Jana. The silence was unsettling. He wasn’t talking. It was clear that he was done. At least, she got to say what she needed, Jana thought. “Hope I wasn’t a waste of your time.”

She was about to step away when Florian gently grabbed her arm. “Wait.” he said. “Don’t walk away.”

Jana turned back to him, stepping closer to him. “I’ll be honest with you. I was upset. Some of what you said did hurt and I didn’t know how to react. I thought maybe giving you space would have been good. Or at least, give me some time to get over it. I could have at least answered your messages.” he said. “I could have communicated, but I didn’t. That made things worse. So, I’m sorry too.”

Jana gave him a small smile. “It’s fine.” she said. “I can forgive you if you can forgive me.”

“How about this? Let’s go out Thursday night.” Florian said.

“Perfect. I’m off on Friday so we can do whatever.” Jana said.

“Great. And it’s my treat.” he said.

“No. I have to pay. I was the one that started this.” she said, shaking her head.

“No, no, no.” Florian chuckled. “This one is on me.”

“I can’t let you get every date.” Jana said. “Can we at least go half?”

“No. But, you can get the one after.” he said.

“Okay. You’ll text me, right?” Jana said.

“Of course.” he said. “We have a lot of time to make up for.” Florian opened his arms and Jana, happily, let him envelop her. Florian held her tight, dipping his nose into her hair. There was a rumble inside of him as he could smell past her fragrant hair product and find her scent. That sweet scent, like honey. He took in a big, yet subtle whiff of her. His eyes fluttered a little as he savored it.

Jana enjoyed the embrace. She didn’t realize how much she missed him. She felt safe and warm in his arms. She smiled as she pulled away. “So, don’t forget. Text me.”

“What time do you get off?” he asked.

“I get off at 8 tonight.” Jana said, walking back to the desk.

“I’ll call you at 8:30.” Florian said. “I promise.”

Jana chuckled as she walked back to the desk, spirits uplifted. Florian smirked, watching her. He walked around the corner, going to the locker room to change.

Jana wiped off the cleaning solution from some of the equipment she was in charge of cleaning. She looked up and caught Florian glaring at her in the mirror. She chuckled as he winked at her.

Jana turned to go to the next machine as Grant walked up. “So, it looks like you both are in a better mood. Going to have makeup sex?” Grant said.

“Can you keep your voice down?” Jana said through clenched teeth. “And no. We’re supposed to be taking things slow. It’s barely been 3 months.”

Grant snickered. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re going to be cliche and make him wait. I thought writers hated cliches.”

“It’s not being cliche. It’s about morals. I want my first time to be special.” She said, spraying the treadmill with the spray bottle.

Grant rolled his eyes. “Such a virgin. Whatever you say.” He walked away from her and towards the stairs to go to the second level. Jana shook her head and turned. She jumped, dropping the bottle and rag towel as she found herself face to chest with Florian.

“Oh my God. You scared me. I didn’t even know you were behind me.” Jana said.

“Who is he to you?” Florian asked.

Jana’s eyebrows furrowed. She looked around and noticed no one was really around. She looked up, seeing Florian was a bit flustered. “Grant? He’s just my friend. He helped me get this job. Haven’t you guys talked before?”

“Yeah. You guys look close.” He said.

“Yeah, he’s been there for me a few times. He’s a great person.” Jana said, looking up at Grant helping a customer. She turned around to see Florian who had his eyes trained on him. “He’s a Beta.”

That statement seemed to put Florian at ease, his eyes going back to her. His shoulders seemed to drop and his jaw relaxed. “Is everything okay?” Jana asked.

“Yeah. Just curious.” Florian said, shrugging. Jana studied him as he seemed to lighten up. He gave her a soft smile.

“Okay.” Jana said, nodding. Florian leaned down, kissing her forehead.

“We’ll talk before I leave.” he said. Jana nodded and gave him some assurance before he walked away. She looked back up at Grant watching him interact with customers, thinking it was strange that Florian would have to ask about him.

Florian sat at the bar, contemplating. He stared off into space as his chin rested on his fist. It seemed he was waiting forever as he sat in thought. That was until he felt the hand of the one he had been waiting for this entire night brush over his back.

“Hey.” Jana said.

A wide smile spread across Florian’s face as he stood to properly greet her. “Hey.” He said. They embraced and with a soft peck on the lips, Jana giggled. Florian pulled away and pulled the barstool out for her.

“Thank you.” Jana said, putting her purse down and sitting on the barstool. “I have to say, it’s really different seeing you in something other than sweats and shorts.”

Florian looked down at himself, chuckling. Jana liked the black, distressed jeans and grey t-shirt that hugged each muscle so well. “Do I clean up well?”

“Hmm, I like it. It definitely suits you.” She said.

“You look beautiful as well.” Florian said. “I like the color on you.”

Jana looked down at the black leggings and off the shoulder gold top that complimented her deep skin tone. “Thanks. I was honestly rushing. So, I’m glad I don’t look too slovenly.”

They laughed with each other. Jana ordered a drink which Florian made sure was on his tab. Florian couldn’t help, but glare at Jana’s exposed shoulders. Even in the low lighting of the bar, she seemed to glow. And her smell was driving him even crazier. He bit his nails as a distraction but it didn’t help. Jana turned back around after taking the first sip of her drink.

“So, how did you find this place?” Jana said.

Florian shook his head, coming out of his miniature trance. “I’m sorry?”

“The bar. How did you find it? I hadn’t heard of it before.” She asked, pointing around the place.

“Oh, I got bored of being at home one night. Came here to watch a game. Do you like it?” Florian asked.

“Hm, not my first choice, but it could grow on me.” Jana said. “A lot like you’ve grown on me.”

“You didn’t like me at first?” Florian said, tilting his head back.

“No, it wasn’t that. It was just…” Jana started.

“Me being an Alpha and all of the horror stories, right?” He said.

Jana sighed, fiddling with her glass. “I don’t want to offend you. It’s just...always having to have a guard up and you are the first guy let alone Alpha that I’ve ever taken seriously.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it.” Florian said, nodding as he sat back in his seat.

“But please believe me when I say that I have come to trust you.” She said, putting a comforting hand on his lap. Florian tensed up, her touch practically making him want to jump out of the chair.

“How so?” Florian said, trying not to strain his voice.

“Well, every date you’ve been a gentleman which isn’t typical of Alphas.” Jana chuckled. “I feel safe with you. You have a contagious smile. You’re sweet. Your mannerisms, the way you make sure I’m comfortable.”

Florian started to smile. He dipped his head a little as he leaned forward. He took Jana’s hand from his lap, holding it. He looked up at her, his green eyes twinkled giving her butterflies. She smiled back at him. The romantic tension became thicker between them as they locked eyes. Jana felt her face getting warm while Florian was showing as much restraint as possible.

“And of course, the suppressants.” Jana said trying to break the silence.

Florian snapped back to reality. She really couldn’t tell that he wasn’t taking them. He smirked a bit, playing along. “There’s that.” He said.

“I don’t know. It’s just...this has been a great thing. I’ve really enjoyed my time with you.” She said.

“I have, too. I don’t connect to people or trust them so easily. With you, it’s very different. I really like you and I hope I don’t scare you when I say I don’t want to let this go.” Florian said.

“Neither do I.” Jana said. Florian leaned in to give her a kiss. Jana leaned into it, her hand rested on the back of his neck. Florian’s fist balled on the bar top. His heart raced as he fought his instincts, wanting more and more. Florian pulled away the same time as Jana did, his grip loosening as he sat back. He took a sip of his drink to calm his nerves.

“You know...I haven’t asked about this. Tell me about Germany. You said you were raised there. What part?” Jana asked, stirring her drink and taking a long swig of it.

“Munich. I still go back and forth between there and here.” Florian said. “When we met, I was actually just coming back.”

“Oh? What’s it like? I kind of want to travel, but of course, I just don’t have the money.” Jana chuckled.

“Well, it’s Bavaria’s capital. Lots of historical buildings. Plenty of culture and museums.” Florian said.

“Oh, I would love to go.” she said.

“Yeah, it's nice. I think you would like it.” Florian said. “Maybe, I’ll take you with me one day. Teach you some German, take you to a few of my favorite places.”

Jana pressed her lips together, she fidgeted in her seat. “We’ll make it that far? For you to take me halfway across the world with you? Meet your friends and family?”

“I’ll make sure of it. Told you I really liked you. I don’t want to let this go. I’m not letting a good thing go to waste.” Florian said.

“Stop.” Jana chuckled.

“I’m serious, Arjana.” Florian said. He was sincere. His eyes told Jana everything she needed to know. He might actually be in love with her. Her heart skipped a beat as she made the realization. She smiled to play off her nervousness.

“I’m going to go use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” She said.

“Yeah, go ahead.” Florian said.

Jana went into the ladies room, tossing her purse on the counter. She took deep breaths to calm herself. She had never been this nervous. Jana didn’t want this to be quick. She liked Florian very much, but he was starting to talk a big game that she wasn’t quite ready for. She didn’t want a fling by any means, but three months in didn’t warrant for being in love with someone, did it?

While Jana contemplated in the women’s restroom, Florian had his own thinking he needed to do. Doing this wasn’t his first choice, but it would definitely ensure that he and Jana could be together. He could mate with her and it would be a happily ever after so to speak. Plus, no one was watching. Everyone was too occupied in their own business. No one would see.

Jana came back for the restroom, putting herself at somewhat ease. Whatever was going to be will be and she wasn’t going to fret over it. Florian was a great guy. He wasn’t dangerous like other Alphas and she could trust him.

Jana slid into her seat at the bar with Florian looking up at the TV at the top of the bar. “You really are a boxing fan, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of a part of me.” He said.

“My brothers did boxing growing up. It helped with battling the hormones, you know.” She said as she sipped her drink. Florian watched her as she pulled away from her straw with no suspensions.

“Yeah, I did it too. But it was mainly because I loved doing it. My dad started me on it when I was boy so, it’s just something I kept with me.” Florian said.

“Yeah. My parents didn’t do much with me.” Jana said.That chuckle riddling her voice again.

“You’ve mentioned that before. How so?” He said, leaning in.

Jana’s eyes traveled down as she sighed. Talking about her parents was always a soft spot. She hadn’t talked to them recently and the last conversation after they cut her off really wasn’t a pleasant one. Florian watched how she became quiet, the light almost going out in her eyes.

“Jana, what’s wrong?” he asked, putting a hand on her back.

“I was just never close to my family is all. It was different at home and with my brothers all being Alphas and me being the only Omega...it just made things difficult.” she said. “My mom was...or is a Beta, but my dad is an Alpha. However, they just weren’t really open to or ready for an Omega child. My mom was very submissive to my dad’s ideas despite not being an Omega and his nature so, she didn’t exactly object to anything my dad had to say. In a way, she couldn’t.”

“I’m so sorry.” Florian said.

“If I can be truthful, they cut me off recently. I decided I didn’t want to do or be what my dad wanted anymore and paid a price.” Jana said. She took a gulp of her drink, sighing. She sniffled, looking away.

“Jana.” he said. Florian watched her turn away. He scooted in further, trying to pull her in. Jana picked up a napkin and dabbed her eyes to keep her eyeliner from running.

“I’m not a crybaby, I swear.” she said.

“No, it’s okay.” Florian said, rubbing her back.

Jana chuckled through the tears that did manage to make it down her face. “It just sucks. Thinking your parents will love you regardless and you don’t experience that.” Jana shook her head and exhaled.

“I didn’t mean to ask something that would make you emotional.” he said.

“No, it’s fine. I just...it’s a sore subject and I just haven’t been able to talk about to anyone.” Jana said. She grabbed her glass, taking a gulp. “It’s just hard not having that support.”

“I’m not pitying you, but you know if you need anything you can tell me.” Florian said.

“No. I can’t do that. I can’t let you do that.” Jana said.

“I’m being sincere.” he said.

“And I know you are, Florian, but I absolutely can’t. I’m really doing fine on my own.” she said. Jana forced a chuckle, trying to play things off. “I’m really doing okay, financially. I’m doing fine.”

“Jana, I want you to trust me. You are safe with me. I don’t want you to think you are alone. I can always help.” he said.

Florian took her hand, kissing her knuckles and rubbing over them. Comfort washed over Jana. Just as quick as she was worried about her feelings for him was as quick as she looked at him and fell for him further. She leaned in, another tender kiss to savor between the two.

Jana laughed sloppily. Even with only having two drinks, she was definitely seeing double. Jana hiccuped, trying to look up at the TV. She swayed a little prompting Florian to stick his arm out and catch her. “You okay?”

“What...What time is it?” Jana slurred. “Did I have too much to drink?”

Florian watched her. Confusion riddled her face. Her body language told him that the drugs he put in her first drink had taken effect. With the second drink and only really making it through half of it, Jana would not have been able to put up a fight much less know what was really going on. Florian motioned for the bartender at the other end of the bar. “Ready to go home, Jana?”

“Yeah. Tired.” she sighed as she leaned over the back of the chair.

“Okay. We’re going home.” Florian said. Florian paid the tab and helped Jana out of her seat. Jana struggled to even hold her purse as Florian walked her outside. “Take a seat.”

Florian used his phone to call for an Uber, keeping watch on Jana as she sat lazily on the bench outside the bar.

“Florian?” Jana said. Florian moved closer to her as she motioned for him. “I don’t feel good.”

“It’s okay.” he said, rubbing her cheek. “I’m going to make it all better.”

Jana looked up at him confused as the black SUV pulled up to the sidewalk. Florian helped her up and got her into truck. “Is she okay?” the Uber driver asked, nodding to Jana.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a lightweight.” he said.

“As long as she doesn’t throw up.” the driver said, shrugging. Florian nodded. He slowly pulled Jana to lay her head in his lap. She hummed as Florian moved her passion twists from her face. Florian looked down at her. She looked so peaceful. He glared at her neck, licking his lips. His eyes trailed down her body. He couldn’t help but, notice each delicious curve. His jaw ached. Florian took a deep calming breath, straining as he looked away from her and out the window, watching the nightlife zip by.

“So, that’s your lady?” the Uber driver asked.

“She’s my everything.” Florian said.

Jana felt queasy during the car ride. She kept her eyes closed, trying to focus. She gripped Florian’s thigh trying to anchor herself to something. She felt Florian’s fingers brush over her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered opened, tilting her head back to look up at him. Her vision still blurred and the sounds of the music playing on the stereo seemed slow and slightly distorted.

Florian looked down at her and smiled. “Almost home, lubriea mea.” he whispered. Jana moaned as her head moved back to it’s original position.

Florian carried Jana into his apartment. He laid her on the couch first, allowing him to go upstairs and get the bed ready. Once the covers were pulled back and pillows fluffed, he went back down the stairs. Delicately scooping Jana off the couch, he got her up to his room.

Florian laid her down softly on the mattress. He removed her shoes, carefully not to wake her, but with what he gave her, he doubted she would wake up. He tucked her feet in before pulling the sheets up. He stood up straight doing a once over, making sure Jana would have been comfortable.

Florian stared down at her. He sighed, fighting his own excitement. He leaned over her, sniffing her neck. The sweet scent flowing into his nose. He grunted as he kissed her neck and to her bare shoulder. Florian gripped the sheets as he pulled away. He was going to wait. There wasn’t a rush and he had plans. This was the start. Florian planted a kiss on her forehead, bidding her a silent good night.

#florian munteanu #florian munteanu fic #florian munteanu x black!oc #florian munteanu x black reader #Dark Fic

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decendingfromgrace · 4 years

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Sæglópur

OC x Bakugou (Fantasy AU)

A first everything was normal, mundane even with only the occasion visit by the imposing visitor she got every month or so. She would form a routine of mixing potions, grinding herbs, healing the wondering traveler or two and examining the oddities that seem to line every shelf in her home. When her illusory visitor came, he was gruff, demanding attention, blunt and had a inhumanly high libido. She had now been surprisingly excited when the thunderous sounds of his red dragon landing outside of her little cottage and she would rush out to see him dismount with a sac of rare treasures she always thanked him for. An odd conundrum she had, but what she had yet to solve was why he kept insisting she marry him.

"Just be my bride." or "shut up and be my bride already." would be demanded by him every visit especially in the after glow of passion, or when she would impress him or do something simple to her but complex to him.

It bad been months she had been without even a whiff of him in a ten mile radius from her home, and she had begun to think that these fleeting meetings meant little to him. Though why would he insist on marriage then? Why would he bring her things and protect her if an unwanted presence made its ways into the woods around her home? She shrugged and went back to her work. She was a well known healer in the valley and would have some villagers stumble into her cottage though when one villager came to visit and he was there the villager was scared off and now not as many come.

Taking a moment from cracking open a geode on her work desk to look up with closed eyes at the warm sunlight streaming through the windows, she thought more about her strange company.

He was strong as his mount with a temper to match. Tribal markings on his arms and ornate beads and necklaces decorated his person as well as a furry main of white fur that ended with a flowing blood red cape. She had asked questions of his home and where he came from.

She had gathered the following about him: He was dragon kin, which was a race of beings that held an ancient connection with the mythical fire breathers. He also had major parent issues and was staying away from home for the time being for a reason unknown to her. His name is Katsuki Bakugou and he had come from far away and quite literally fell into her life.

His dragon collapsed from fatigue and she had witnessed the fall it had from the dusk sky and quickly grabbed her medical supplies and rushed out the door.

Making it to the clearing she saw the beaten and tattered pair of dragon and owner. Needless to say Katsuki had been hostile and pined her down moments after she began speaking. Her muffled explanation of her being a medic and how she could heal and feed him and his dragon made him release her. She did as she said and healed and feed them both. Unknown to her, this was the moment Katsuki decided to learn more about this unabashedly caring soul.

That was their first meeting and since that Katsuki had shown up every month with treasures, kisses, news, and his dragon who would nuzzle and lick her affectionately. He would stay for a week at most then leave again but not after loving her every evening making the soreness in her legs a reminder of him.

A twinge of pain struck her thoughts out of her head. She clutched her stomach as her toes curled in pain. She leaned heavily on the sink and doubled over, spilling bile into the sink.

The medication was bitter but being a healer did have its props; she could always heal herself with the materials around her.

That evening her head spun and she emptied her stomachs again while a heavy haze came over her mind. The feeling of a soldering heat never left her, her body shook, head spun, she was constantly hungry and thirsty, and one day she found blood in her spit up. Her medicines were ineffective, lasting for a few minutes before the illness came back ten fold.

On the third day her shrieks and wails of pain woke her up and she curled tighter into a fetal position in her sheets. Her whole body shook and perspiration created a sheen on her body. Everything screamed in pain that resembled fire being injected into her veins, even her eyeballs hurt. Her head swam with nothing but darkness, fire, and pain. All she thought of was how she felt like dying and the sudden need to dunk herself in ice every day. At one point her own name was forgotten from her migraine filled head. She couldn't see anymore nor could she eat, her body rejected everything and one by one her senses started to fail leaving her feeling in the dark. This went on for one week.

The second week was filled with constant hunger. She ate everything and anything and even began hunting, until the day she woke up in the middle of the forest surrounded by dead animal carcasses did she realize that whatever was wrong with her was outside her realm of help. She could not stop the heat under her skin, the pain all her limbs or the hunger. This week also had intense arousal periods that she couldn't come down from no matter what she tried. Her thoughts centered around Katsuki for some reason and an anger grew inside her aching belly towards the man. Her head throbbed every time the once loved morning light shown through her curtains but she wasn't sleeping or keeping track of the days. The end of the second week was when her vision started to come back.

The third week was like the after math of a raging hurricane. She slowly opened an eye and found she could see but the vision was blurry again, yet when she took her glasses off did she see clearer than ever. Details that no human could see she saw: the gleam in a spiders eye, the membrane of a butterfly wing, the swirling flames in the fire crystal Katsuki had found her. She heard the heartbeat of the birds flying by and the hopping of small rabbits in the bushes. She could smell every animal, herb and even upcoming thunderstorms miles away.

Red-sienna marking made three crescent shapes wrapped from the back of her neck to the front of her throat, other markings accented her eyes by making lines under and then leading past them and small spots dappled her shoulders, her canine teeth were sharp and her eyes were an glowing blue hue.

She got up on shaking legs to get a much needed drink but a pair of large bat like wings sprouted from her back. Her equipment flew through the power of the wings and many things were toppled out of the windows. She panicked, and threw herself outside so to not damage anything else. The wings crunched painfully against the ground and seemed to have a mind of their own, fluttering, flapping slightly, and bending constantly. They were a darker shade of sienna but the under side of the sensitive membrane was a paler gradient of oranges and reds with flecks of gold here and there. They were beautiful she admitted but their origin made here naturally scared and confused. She imaged them folding and spreading out several times, but only managed to make them flick or twitch. She sighed and realized that there was not getting rid of this and resigned back to bed for a beastly spell of fatigue struck here suddenly. The wing's warmth encompassed her when she laid down, as they wrapped their mighty selves around her, and she slowly drifted to sleep.

A calloused hand passed over her highly sensitive wings. The figure was mesmerized at the colors that bounced off the appendages from the light of the lowering sun. The women with the wings shot up in bed and the wings flew outward and promptly smacked the intruder in the face. The women cursed and threatened the invader before the wing was lowered to reveal Katsuki. He seemed withered and sad at seeing her, unusual to say the least. The women studied his face and saw the growing darkness in his eyes, he was growing regretful.

"Katsuki? What the hell are you doing here? You haven't come around in months nor have you sent a raven or note, and suddenly I find you in my room." Katsuki says nothing but surprisingly he kneels in front of her and hangs his head. His back is tense and his nails dig into the fabric of his pants and silent tears threaten to fall from his eyes. The women scenes these things and slowly, ever so slowly, moves her legs to either side of him and runs tentative fingers through his blonde locks.

"What's wrong Katsuki?" Her tone was filled with pure concern and that made Katsuki tear up more. His hands remained planted in place but he dared to look up to see her, sienna wings spread out, the light of dusk glowing on her face, sapphire eyes sparkling, and red locks framing her face in a heavenly halo. Katsuki's ruby eyes widened at the sight and his mouth went dry. His mind finally registered what she had asked of him and his gaze went down again.

"You changed while I was gone. I was supposed to be here, I was supposed to help you!" He snarled at himself and his idiocy. His scowl faded when a soft gasp was heard above him. His eyes were in her in a moment to see the danger, what he saw made his stomach flip. She had a hand over her mouth, eyes shocked and suddenly an anger passed in her eyes.

"You knew this would happen?" She whispered and locked gazed with the man below her to keep him in place. His eyes darted around but she held her question and resolve.

"Yes." It was a whisper and barely auditable but she heard it and a seething boil bubbles over in her belly.

"You knew? Did you know about the three weeks of absolute hell I went through! The pain and screaming, loss of appetite, senses, thirst?! Katsuki it hurt so much! I was in the dark, alone, in pain, without anyone. I suffered for three weeks and you knew?"

He nodded and hung his head so low it touched the floor.

"Than why the he'll didn't you come to see me? Dammit Katsuki." She paused to look into his rising gaze. Sadness, regrets, and understanding was clear in them but her anger seemed to be stronger than her.

"Get out of my house. Now!" She roared, rose from the bed to threateningly stand over him. He looked up at her in awe. She was ferocious when the last time he saw her she was merely a shy, dainty women. He rose slowly, though taller and played the submissive side still. He looked at her pleadingly but seeing her glare and bared fangs, he made his way to the door. He paused on the precipice of the door to look back.

"When you're ready, I'll explain everything to you, my bride."

"I'm not your bride nor would I ever want to be. Get out." Her response was immediate and without hesitation. A frigid hand grasped Katsuki's heart and those words would have made his knees buckle then and there but his pride made him scowl and slam the door shut.

Katsuki simply ran through the woods as fast as possible to a secluded area where he could scream, punch, slice and demolish the poor foliage around him.

An hour later the great dragon kin leader, who valiantly won battles and wars, who lead his people to sanctuary had been reduced to a sweating heap on the grass. His pants became sobs and he curled into himself. He knew it was his fault. She had no idea the changes would happen, or the pain they would bring. Those changes were supposed to happen a week after he returned this evening but coming to find what he did his world was turned over. He was supposed to comfort her, he was to tend to her needs both mental and physical. He was the one who was supposed to be bonded to her through this comforting period and he destroyed his hopes of becoming her mate. He remembered the hate in her words and eyes and a shudder went through him.

The Earth continued to move. The birds sung in the morning and the wolves howled at night. The now dragon turned women warded off any and all signs of anyone, especially Katsuki. Her world was turned around completely at the arrival of her new wyvarian form. The wings were the main issue but she had managed to understand the fundamentals of folding them in and out upon her command. She never tried to fly, in fact she tried to rid herself of all things associated with the dragon kin but no matter where she went or whom she saw, Katsuki's sent followed her.

His presence never left the surrounding woodlands of her home, his heat, his gaze, his sent was always found or felt and it both angered and oddly soothed her.

One evening, after a pointless trip to the market for meat and spices, she found a mighty boar cooked and wrapped on her front steps along with the spices she searched for. She simply scoffed and sent a prolonged glare into the woods then she stepped over the bounty and shut her door.

The meals never stopped coming and they were always large, voluptuous, and plentiful. One day it was elk with exotic fruits, another it was goat from the far away Dunskin mountains and the cheese they produce. Each she rejected with an upturn of her chin and a loud slam of the door.

Her mind often thought of how Katsuki could manage such gathering but the image of his red dragon of a mount reminded her of the unlimited areas he could explore. He wasn't one for gestures to benefit others nor did he ever seem to even care about others. He remained stoic, bold, brass, but now he seemed to provide rather than horde. The bounties she had kicked aside were never wasted and we're always replaced with something more by him.

Her slumber was ripped from her and a panting sob left her throat. Her dreams were filled with his longing gaze, his saddened stature and in this dream her entire being seemed to feel his sadness and regrets. She shook her head to clear it and then suddenly, almost instantly, she could feel a close familiar presence at her doorstep. She did not move to open it and simply resigned to return to an angry sleep.

A heavy sigh passed her lips as she saw another one of the gifts on her door step. It was a elk again but a parcel of rare herbs and a fur coat that matched Katsuki's cloak was added. She tightened her grip on her pack and looked around the woods. Once she felt the familiar feeling of a piercing gaze on her and met the gaze but her eyes held no malice this time. Her shoulders slumped and her gaze went back to the gift and, with difficulty, she hauled the prize inside to prepare it for her dinner, the coat hugging her frame and enveloping it's warmth around her.

In the underbrush lay a wide grinning Katsuki. His many weeks of hunting rare and prized beasts and treasures had not been in vain after all. A revealed and warm presence swelled in his chest upon seeing her accept his gift. His anger was pressing his annoyance when she continued to reject his hard caught kills and expensive gifts, but the drowning regret and grief he felt extinguished those flames. He practically sprinted back to Kirishima, the dragon in the clearing to tell him the news. The dragon snorted and rested his head on the grass as he had been sleeping peacefully before Katsuki stomped on his snout. Katsuki felt a new sense of accomplishment as he prepped himself for the long night of patrolling the woods around her home and guarding the home as well, to then travel far away in the early morning to hunt for her again. This was simply all he could do at the moment. He had failed her, and so he could only hope for her to forgive him, and by the gods was he going to try.

One particularly dark and moonless evening, Katsuki was hauling a new kill to her door when he spotted a bowl, small and wooden, on a rock near the front step. His confusion was evident but he carefully placed the kill down and wrapped the jewels he found in thick cotton and spider webs. He peered into the bowl and found a filling stew inside, it smelled like heaven to him and he let the warmth of the bowl warm his chilled hand. His gaze traveled to her bedroom window and found a pair of blue eyes peeking from the curtains. A small smile passed his lips and he toasted the bowl up to her before drinking it all swiftly. He treasures the small smile she gave him before disappearing once more. The warmth of the stew along with a feeling of appreciation filled his heart again and he places the bowl down and headed back to the clearing to start a fire.

This continued for three weeks, the bowl. Each time he would drink it all and always look for her face. Sometimes he found it, other times he did not, but he always eat like a starving wolf and placed the bowl down for tomorrow's supper. He never ate anything else after eating her food and so this continued for several months. Just him, an offering, and her fleeting gaze that would gradually stay longer each night.

Once they started speaking from the now open window of her bedroom during those nightly meeting is when something new happened and a burst of new sweet emotion filled her harmed heart. His presence was missed rather than dreaded, his gaze she practically longed for and she began looking out onto the horizon for his steed around the time supper was to be made. She began rethinking their argument and her banning him from her home. It was her turn to feel regret and once she understood that her life would simply be less bright and lush without him is when she decided to make a common moment between them into a magnanimous rejoining of his part in her life.

Katsuki made his way to the worn and familiar path his constant footsteps had made in the soil leading to her home. He had memorized all the trees and shrubs leading from the clearing to her home and each time he would do a perimeter sweep before going for his daily supper. Only this night he found not a bowl, but an open door. It's recognizable face hung open and a golden light flowed out of the opening like an celestial gateway. He cautiously approached until his boot steps echoed on the wooden porch. His gaze wavered between hers and the food in her hands. She stood in the doorframe holding his bowl of supper and when he came close enough she handed it to him, but when he went to take it her grip did not loosen. Their intense gazes, one blue and the other red, locked and a connection deeper and more unbreakable then anything. she slowly steps backwards into the home with him following after her. He had finally regained her love and he sealed their bond that night with her wrapped tightly in his arms and her body pressed close to his in a intimate connection only they would experience between one another until the day when they both returned to the external flame.

They're days would been lived and loved with one another until the very end

And so it stayed as such.

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avengerdragoness · 7 years

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Fortune Cookies and Flashcards [Kara Danvers x Reader]

Requested by anon: ”Hey, I love your blog :) I hope you could do an imagine with Kara Dancers? Maybe Kara has been helping reader with her studies and exams and asks her out? I Something cute and fluff? Thanks <3”

A/n: Aww thanks anon! That makes me so happy to hear you love my blog! You have no idea how much that means to me! I hope you love this!

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You sat staring down at your textbook. A frustrated groan escaping your lips as you flung your head back. Why did you take up medicine again? Emergency Medicine at that, something where you had to literally had to know this textbook by heart. What you would do for a photographic memory right now.

Tapping your pen on the table, feeling as though your brain was mush. Standing from your chair in the dining room you walked to the sink, pulling a glass out of the cupboard before filling it up. Proceeding to chug down the whole thing in one go. Regret forming at the thought of returning to your studies, you leaned against your counter, taking in the small empty apartment. Your kitchen being open giving you a full view.

You sighed at the loneliness trudging back to your table before beginning to flip through a stack of flashcards. The study session being cut off by a knock on the door. Focused on the cards you figured the person may just go away if you ignore it. Doing so, there was another knock on the door before your phone buzzed. Picking it up a message popped on the screen:

“You do realize I can hear you flipping paper in there. And I can see you with my x-ray vision. -Kara”

“Perv -[F/n]”

Chuckling at your answer before pulling yourself to your feet and walking to the door. Opening it to the glorious smell of pot stickers hitting your nose before the door was completely open. On the other side seeing Kara holding up a paper bag. “I thought you could use food and a friend to help you study. If you’re going to get a match at National City Hospital after your residency, then we’re gonna have to study until we drop.” She grinned cheerily at you.

“Kara Danvers, you just saved me from going insane” Saying while allowing her in and taking the bag from her hands. You stuck your nose in the bag to take another whiff, beaming at the aroma. She smiled sheepishly at the floor, finding your actions adorable.

Kara has had a small crush on you since she first met you. That being on a crime scene where you were off duty but administering chest compressions to a man that had a heart attack, brought on by the fight she had won. You were so brave and cool under pressure, it was incredible. She may have taken out the bad guy but you were the one to save a life that day. She has wanted to ask you out since then but was just too scared to. Alex and Maggie tried to giver her advice but she was still terrified of rejection.

She walked over to look at your study materials as you grabbed some plates. Serving up the food before returning to her.

Handing Kara the plate she began, “So, where do we start?” Eyeing your many study tools. “Well I was doing flashcards about nerves when you knocked. We can pick up there.” Handing the stack across the table to her.

Looking over the card she adjusted her glasses. “Where are the Thoratic Nerves located in the human body?” She read off the card, eyes squinting to look at the writing. You chuckled, “The upper back and shoulders.”

“Ding Ding! We have a winner. The prize another pot sticker.” Kara cheered, placing another ball of deliciousness and vegetables on your plate. You threw your fists in the air, an excited ‘yes’ ringing out before you shoved the food in your mouth.

Kara giggled at your chipmunk expression. Making you smile, only causing her to laugh more. Swallowing you chuckled, “What? They’re good.”

“Yes, but [F/n] it helps to actually taste it.” She teased as you rolled your eyes. “Look in a mirror lately?” Teasing back. That’s when she threw a fortune cookie at you. “Hey! Be careful these are my favorite.” Catching the treat.

“You’re so weird. Who actually eats fortune cookies?” She rose an eyebrow at you. “For your information Girl of Steel a lot of people. And as a student, any food is good food.” Saying before popping the cookie in your mouth. Looking back at her to see her blushing and hiding the fortune.

Tilting your head in confusion, you asked “What does it say?”

“Nothing!” She squeaked, shoving it in her pocket. Making you that much more suspicious. Shrugging you sighed, “Alright but let’s get back to this, ask me some more questions. Please.”

Shaking off her state, Kara picked the cards up again and began to read off questions and vocabulary. You only getting one wrong by the end of the flashcard session. “You’re going to get that spot no problem. You’ve got all this stuff down.”

“Yeah, but this is just the information. I have to be ready to work on the fly too, especially in an ER. That’s why residencies are so important. I can’t help but hope I’m doing everything right there.” Leaning into the back of your chair. Kara saw your worry, Emergency Medicine is a tough field, but she knows you can do it. She thinks you’re amazing. More than amazing.

“You’ll be okay. You’re always so cool under pressure, remember the first day we met? You saved that guy having a heart attack.” She gestured to you, watching as you blushed, flattered. “I guess but, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just overthinking things.” Shrugging after your statement. “I guess I’m just scared.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Everyone is scared of something, it’s facing that fear that matters.” Kara spoke inspiringly. One of the first things you learned about this girl was that she could inspire an inspirational speaker if she was given the chance. “What are you scared of?” Questioning curiously.

“Oh, uh. Well I guess I-I’ve never been good at um, asking people o-out” Her voice stuttered as she spoke. “Who do you want to ask out?”

She averted her eyes shyly before whispering, “You.” Causing you to be taken aback, Kara likes you? You noticed the nervousness she was experiencing. Fidgeting in her seat and playing with her chopsticks. A soft smile graced your face while watching her, “I’d love to”

Answer catching her off guard as her head shot up to look at you. “For real?”

“Yeah for real! I’ve liked you romantically for a while Kara. I’ve been wanting to make a move but I just have been too nervous.” Grinning excitedly at her.

Her eyes diverted to her lap as she smiled gleefully yet still bashful. “What do you have there?” Asking while drawing her attention back. “Here” she handed over the slip of paper from the fortune cookie. “I guess those things can be right sometimes” She said as you took the paper. Reading the small text to see:

‘You will receive something you always wanted today.’

“Yeah. I guess they are.”

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Fang

chapter five.

flirt with her, you marry death.

trigger warnings: nsfw, a slightly descriptive sex scene is in this chapter, implied rape scene

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Small flames dance around Elise’s fingers, the morning hours have approached and sun pours into the bedroom with white painted walls and a queen-sized bed decorated with purple. Her boredom is snapped when the doorknob is fiddled with, entering Vincent with a glass half filled with what Elise predicted was from the bottle he held in his other hand.

“Thought you’d rather be drunk then sober right now.” He was trying to be kind.

“Being drunk fiddles with my fire malika, you know this.” Elise reminds him, still gently taking the drink from his grasp. An unfamiliar smell presents itself, the witch brings the glass closer to her nose and takes a small whiff. “Why does this smell like… a mango bathed in alcohol.”

Vincent shrugs. “You know… if you look at the bottle,” He pauses to swing the bottle back and fourth twice, the words ‘Mango Wine’ was read on the label. Elise raises an eyebrow. “Why in Reveren’s breath do you have this? You like Mangos?”

“My favorite fruit.”

“I’ve literally known you for close to two hundred years and I never knew this.”

“You never asked.” He rebuttals, Elise chuckles. Vincent opens the bottle once more and takes a swig of the mango wine. The drink tingles his throat, wine was a rare delicate for him. The vampire always went for drinks with harsher tastes, something that’d make him drunk faster. “While I’m still able to talk –“

Elise interrupts. “Vince, you could literally consume all of the goddamn scotch in this world and you still would be sober.” The vampire smugly grins. “I guess being an alcoholic has perks.” The witch holds a finger up, silently telling him to be silent. “But continue, while you’re still able to talk what?”

“Oh shit yeah, what the bloody Mercy is Reveren’s breath? It sounds like some extinct bird.” Elise snorts, covering her mouth with her hand as small droplets of wine spat out.

“Ugh! Careful, this duvet is my favorite.”

“No it isn’t, your favorite blanket is the royal blue one with the big raven in the middle. You literally don’t go to bed without it.”

Vincent groans, eyes rolling. “Can you stop trying to rip down my big, bag vampire rep?”

“Nobody lives to know about your “rep,”” Elise challenges, then swiftly goes to change their bicker to educating Vincent. “Reveren’s breath is a saying among witches who believe in Reveren. She took a swift breath and it killed her husband.” She sips the wine. “This is really good, I’m gonna recommend this to my boss – anyway, her husband tried to manipulate her and threatened her, the usual terrible stuff, and she had enough one day and raged. His body was found with stab wounds.”

Vincent’s eyebrow arches, filling his mouth with mango wine then swallowing to voice his confusion. “So.. how is that a witch thing? I’m no witch scientist or whatever, but I’m pretty sure any species could stab somebody and they die.”

“Depending on the species.” Elise points out. She gulps down the rest of the wine and places the glass on the nightstand. “I’m going out, I have to make a visit.” She stands and walks to the bedroom door, hand resting on doorknob.

Vincent turns his head. “Are you sure you don’t wanna stay here? In case you forgot, your entire apartment complex was butchered and you were the only survivor.”

“Okay…? Just means they don’t want to kill me.”

“Noooo.. it means they want you alive for some reason, it isn’t rocket science.”

“Then, they want me alive for some reason.” Elise shrugs. “I’m sure the reason isn’t to be cooped up in here.”

“Fair enough. I am curious to see this reason though, may make for an amazing book.” Vincent jokes.

Luciel’s lips graze over Jack’s shoulder. “You – my love, are so beautiful.” Jack groans out of pleasure. “You… Flattery gets you everywhere.” Luciel smiling, a small ‘hm’ coming from him as he snaps his hips which surprised Jack who gasped, his head tosses back. “Right… oh fuck – right there.”

Jack was drunk, drunk on the shocking feeling each time Luciel surprised him with a snap of his hips into his core. Drunk on the words Luciel would whisper in Jack’s ear for him and him only, drunk on how the words danced in his head. It made him whimper, it made him want more.

“I…” Luciel gasps, his thrusts almost become feral. He keeps the beast tame for now – rocking his hips into his lover who plays with himself to persuade his body to release. “You… I’m gonna –“

Jack laughs, breathlessly which interrupts Luciel. “Not… Not in me you’re not –“ He moans sweetly when Luciel hits the right spot, then he continues his bicker. “I’m… not carrying your child yet… Demon c-child..” He whimpers, hands form into a fist with the sheets being a shield from him forming a full fist. “Not in you, darling.” Luciel agrees as he presses a kiss to his lover’s freckled shoulder.

The intimate scene is very rudely interrupted when a harsh pound intrudes and smashes against Luciel’s head. “F-fuck…”

“Yeah,” Jack pushes himself back against Luciel. “I know, I know, I… I feel great, now fuckin’ make me come or I swear-“

Luciel whimpers, slowing his thrusts down and leans his forehead against Jack’s back. The agonizing thumps got worse. His husband noticed and allows Luciel to back out and fall against the mattress. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Jack mumbles, running a finger lightly against Luciel’s cheek. “Hurts…” The groan was all he could muster out, the headache slows his heart.

Jack watches as his husband cringes, holding his head and whimpering in pain. “Hon…” He whispers sympathetically. “I’m going to look for some medicine, try not to die on me please.”

He leaves.

It is temporary, but maybe he will leave for good. He goes to get medicine, to help your headache. This is not a headache.

I am a friend, if you treat me well. You can overdose yourself to try and get rid of me but you won’t. You never will, not until I am finished.

A loud gasp he lets out, a huge wave of relief from the sudden headache that paralyzed him. The words his head threatened were blurry in a way, not understanding all but understanding some. And that was all he needed.

Jack returns to the bedroom, bumping the door open with his hip. In his hand he held a bottle of pills and a glass of milk. “Looks like somebody can move now.” Jack points out as Luciel is now sitting up, nodding as he takes the bottle of pills from his husband’s hands and pours out two blue gel tablets and tosses them into his mouth, swallowing them without the assistance of the milk.

“I poured this for you, I finished off the bag of milk so you better drink it.” Luciel nods, taking the glass from Jack and rests his hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Thank you,”

“You’re welcome, now since you didn’t give me a orgasm, I think you owe me a pretty damn good kiss.” Luciel nods in agreement, flashing his award-winning grin and gives Jack a long-deserved kiss. They both smile, Jack laughs a little and Luciel’s lips graze Jack’s teeth.

“Mercy, I love you.”

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“You gotta pay!” Elise hears the annoyed cab driver’s voice, inhaling sharply before reaching into her coat pocket and pulls out a ten dollar bill. She shoves it to the cab driver and shouts as she exits the car. “Keep the change! Even if you owe me two fifty!” An expert at math.

The driver groans, starting the taxi up again. “I always keep the change.”

Elise sharply turns her head both left and right before dashing across the busy street. The witch disappears into a dark alley. Her hands slide into her beige coat pockets and walks through the alley. Small gushes and faint maniac laughter fills her ears. Her tracks stop, her face expressionless.

“I tire of games.” She announces. From the shadows leap two thin figures with red masks with white birds painted onto them and a noticeable snake tattoo on both their necks. She doesn’t turn around, but their body heats make her body hotter. And the fire burns brighter. “Are you here to tie up some loose ends?” Her question goes unanswered as the two masked men take large, slow steps towards her. One of the masked men runs his finger along her face. A quick nod to the other one signals him to grab at Elise’s arm – which his own hand bursts into flames.

A loud scream erupts from his throat and Elise casually her head to the masked man who has his hand on her face, she holds his finger with a soft bite and the bone breaks. Her hand swings out before the man could even fight back and by touching his hand, his hand also bursts into flames. They yell in pain, fire erupts in Elise’s body. Her fingers hold the flame, it travels up her arms. Her leg shoots up, thrusting her foot into one of the goon’s stomach who stumbles back while whipping out a knife, with the intention of ending the witch.

Elise brings her hand to the unarmed man’s chest, he was stunned and before he could react – was burning alive. The sound of three shots ringing fill her ears, she whips her head around and sees standing there is an elder man holding up his gun, a personal trophy. The man who had the knife drops to his knees and his face smashes the concrete.

“You can hush the flames out now, dear.”

The fire in Elise slowly dies down, the fire that trails up her arms trails back down to her hands and sinks into her skin, her fingertips still burn – her eyes no longer hold flames but now hold the colored orbs she had before. “Castillon. Impressive.” She compliments, stepping over the body and towards man who twirled his gun as he reloaded it.

“I try,” He shrugs. “Unfortunate these guys simply couldn’t get the hint.”

“I try to handle things diplomatically but,” She turns her head away from the bodies. They make her sick, she never speaks to that. “I suppose nobody suspects a girl is going to burst into flames and could break your bones with just a simple bite.” She pretends to bite something to ease her nerves, Castillon laughs and slides his gun back into his holster. “How do you do that by the way? You have never shared this secret.”

Elise shrugs with a smile and changes the subject. “Could you bring me to Varen?”

“Oh ho – cashing in that big favor finally?”

“I’ve thought it over. I need contact, Varen has them. I need a good person to hunt somebody down for me, Varen has that good person.”

Varen teases her. “Am I this wonderful person you speak of?” Elise laughs, head tossing back. “You’re a brilliant assassin – but no, you are not what I need. I need somebody with a,” She looks him up and down, “- more youthful look. May help take the target down.” Castillon notices the ‘may,’ he was sharper then the knives he used to kill the targets he traded for coin. “You don’t appear to be certain.”

“I’m not. I can’t be certain of anything, but take me to Varen, I’m not spilling anything.”

“I better not let you around Mariana then, you always spill things when you’re around her.”

The teasing brings a rush of heat to Elise’s cheeks and she groans. “No. You act as if I have a school girl crush on the woman, she’s just gorgeous is all. And if she asked for a free drink I would not say no,”

Castillon’s hands manipulate the dark bricks and they push open, opening a black opening. “Try jumping down here without fucking up your joints.” He jokes, climbing onto the edge, and only hesitated for a moment before jumping down. His knees hit the ground before he rolls, preventing further damage. He groans as he gets back onto his feet. “Be careful, princess!”

“I’ll let my golden locks down one second.” Elise looks to her hand a purple electrifies from her dark brown skin and a smug grin crafts her mouth. She swiftly swings her leg then the other and falls. Right as her body should smash against the concrete and make all the bones in her body ache – she touches the wall and purple paints the wall, her body floats.

“I really should go to Mercy and Namira and yell at them asking why I wasn’t a witch.” Elise smiles, setting her foot down and releasing her hand, she stumbles a bit but stays up. “Lead the way.” She invites, moving her brown locks out of her face. “Don’t you know the way?”

“It’s polite to lead guests to where they’re expected, Castillon.”

“Point taken, lets go.”

Varen is a tall man, with raven hair that reaches his shoulders and small eyes that intimidate anyone who crosses his path – right or wrong. A youthful look was not in his books, wrinkles decorated his face and the visible skin he showed. On his left hand, were three rings. He had been married three times – or engaged twice and married once, or married twice and engaged once. What Elise had concrete knowledge of was he was married once.

“Castillon.” Varen greets. He does not stand up out of his chair until he sees Elise enter behind Castillon’s tall frame. Surprise coats his face and the intimidation is gone, he stands and offers his hand. “Elise,” He greets fondly, smiling when she takes his hand and shakes it.

“Varen,” She greets. “It has been a long time. How are you?” Varen takes a seat, adjusting his collar. “I am fine, well, thank you. And yourself?”

“A little one edge actually, I was hoping you could assist me with that.” Elise looks to Castillon, gives him a look to get out. Varen watches the scene, witnesses the long-time assassin who bent to no rules or directions given to him by others scramble out by a simple look. “This is a private matter.” Varen assumes, Elise nods. Varen signals her with a hand to begin her request, of what she needed.

“Saine.”

An eyebrow raises. “My son? What about him?”

“I have a target for him, one that will surely prove himself to you.”

“Elise, I have hundreds of Veleka at the palm of my hand and they come to me if I so much as whistle, they are reliable and will get the job done.” Elise shakes her head. “Your son. He has your blood, your knowledge, he knows how to manipulate the shadows – the blood lust that you Veleka seek.”

Varen does not reply, instead he pulls out a box of closed cigarettes, he pulls the clear wrapping off of it and puts one in between his teeth. “Be a dear and light this.” The witch’s eyes roll, she brings her hand out of her coat pocket and watches a flame ignite on her index finger. The flamed finger leans in, lights the cigarette and she watches the paper burn.

“What is this target?” A warm thank you.

“A vampire –“ Elise quickly stops speaking when a loud laughter interrupts her. “A vampire?” He repeats in disbelief. “You do understand that we Veleka have blood that make vampires go crazy? Do you realize this, Elise? If this bitch cuts my son open she will tear him apart and we will have no leader for Ce Milela.” Ce Milela, the private organization Varen and his wife back founded for Veleka who wished to reclaim the blood lust their ancestors had but could wield it like a weapon, they could go from saying hello to you in grocery stores to killing your husband as a target given to them at night. Simply, most called them assassins. “Thank you for the lesson, Varen, but you need to listen to me. You sit there, high and mighty with the Veleka at your command with a simple whistle.” He opens his mouth, but shuts it when Elise holds a finger up. She continues. ”Shooting bottles, stuffed dumbies – hell even live beings will not determine your son’s worth to be the leader of Ce Milela. This target, will prove his competence and will show the blood lust he wields as a weapon.”

“He will get killed –“

“If you have that little faith in your son should he lead Ce Milela?” She challenges him. “You’re playing with fire, Elise.” He growls. Unimpressed, her hand bursts into flames and she stands there. Fire falls off her fingertips and float in their air, she draws little shapes with the flames. “I do play with fire, and I am damn good at it.”

He shifts the subject, not wanting to challenge her further. “It doesn’t matter what my personal beliefs about my son are. I just know that vampires are dangerous and would not hesitate to tear him open for their midnight snack.”

“You know Saine. He is a weapon, he is a true Veleka, this target will help him prove it. Also, since you have no faith in my abilities,” She pauses to wipe her hand away, flames dancing as they follow. Her hand returns to the normal look it was before. “Your son’s blood would be disguised with a personal temporary Veleka antidote I created myself, and you know damn well my personal creations work. You also owe me.”

The witch stands against the wall, witnessing Varen call out to Castillon to call Saine out of training. He disappears and within five minutes, Ce Milela’s son appears. He wears nothing but dark pants that are painted with holes, his chest hangs and new bruises are formed against his pale skin. His eyes are shielded with a blindfold, yet he bows almost perfectly in front of his father. “Father. May I ask why I was called out of training?”

“Yes, your training is being put to a stop.” Castillon and Saine’s heads shoot up, Castillon’s eyes widen and Saine’s eyes do as well – under the blindfold. His emotions do not crawl up his throat, instead he coughs quietly. “May… I ask why? Have I done a task wrong?”

Varen shakes his head, Elise rolls her eyes. He can’t see you. “Saine, Elise is taking you to complete a special task. If you complete it, you will have proved yourself more then the best for leading Ce Milela. Is this understood?”

Saine’s shoulders raised, a sharp inhale of impatience enters his nose and Elise sees his back muscles tense. “Yes.. father.” His impatience was obvious to the witch who seeks him. Saine hated vague details, he wished to know everything about a target, a location, anything, so he could conduct a plan and go over it several times to make it the definition of perfection. “Remove the blindfold, Castillon.” Saine’s hands shoots up and smacks Castillon’s hand, it then travels to the back of his head and gently unties the blindfold, dropping it to the floor. “Thank you for providing me with this opportunity.”

“Let us get you properly dressed. And a few personal items, you do not keep a witch waiting.” Saine turns his head, seeing the witch standing there with her back against the wall, hands tucked into coat pockets. “Especially that witch.” Varen mumbles under his breath, Elise hears it but does not press him to repeat it. She has what she came here for, they may mumble whatever they’d like.

“Do you not drive, Elise?” The question comes as the taxi begins to drive down the busy street. Elise looks over to Saine who pulls out a box of cigarettes labeled ‘Marillo’ and pulls one out. “I do drive, just not often.” The assassin nods, reaching into his pockets for a lighter – cussing when he cannot find it.

“Did you forget a lighter?” “Castillon is the idiot whom packs my things, he must’ve forgotten it. Fuck.” He growls, Elise’s hand slips out and a flame forms on her middle finger. How many times have I done this tonight? She wonders but keeps quiet as she brings her finger close to Saine’s cigarette.

“Bring it here, I’ll light it for you.” With hesitance, Saine holds the cigarette between his index and middle finger and allows Elise to burn it. The flames dance off her finger and go to the cigarette. Saine nods his head. “Thank you.” He brings it up to his lips, quickly inhaling and lets out an exhale of relief.

“You sound relieved.” “I haven’t had a cigarette in Namira knows how fuckin’ long .”

“You sound like you have an addiction.” The witch looks out the window, watching the lights of the city and walkers go by as the taxi speeds off. Smoke clouds around the back of the car, a window is rolled down and Saine blows the rest of the smoke out the window. “I suppose you could say that. I smoke a lot, get antsy when I don’t have a cigarette. It’s ironic.”

“What is?” Elise asks.

“I am about to become the leader of the Ce Milela – if I live through this assignment and I get antsy when I don’t have a fucking cigarette.” Elise shrugs. “It happens, but you’ll be a great leader. You have your father’s blood.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He flicks ashes out the window.

“Your father is a good leader, you have his blood. Your father is a fearless man, as are you.”

Saine snorts. “My father…” He hesitates, quickly looking through the back window. He’s paranoid. Elise keeps her newfound fact about the young assassin to herself. “Your father won’t be joining us, neither will Castillon or any of his other men.”

“How are you so sure?”

A smile manipulates Elise’s lips and tugs at the corners. “Your father knows not to screw with my plans.”

“I mean this with great respect – but I simply cannot trust somebody simply with words.”

“I wouldn’t expect you too. If you did, you’d be a fool. I don’t believe in fools.”

A booming noise echoes throughout the home, cracks form in the dark brown wall. “How DARE YOU!” Her fist smashes through the wall, creating a hole and pieces of the wall fall to the floor and stick to her hand. Vincent takes a slow step back, his hands risen in the air. “A…Aly..”

“Shut UP!” The vampire snatches a vase that belonged to Vincent’s mother and uses little strength to send it flying across the room, smashing into little pieces as soon as it hits the wall. “I… I have done everything for you..” Anger is on the tip of her tongue and fills her lungs, she breathes it. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Anger is all she felt towards Vincent, the one who had made her this way.

“All I want! Is to be loved dearly, I want your lungs to fill of love for I and the desire to take me wherever we are. Do you not adore me, my dear Vincent?”

He gulps and is yanked back towards Alyson who looks at him with a face that flashes with anger. Her fingers twitch as they hang onto his white shirt. The anger frightens Vincent, but the mind manipulation makes his face show remorse – remorse for making Alyson this way.

“I-I do adore you, more then anything that Mercy or Namira have blessed us with-“ His words do nothing to comfort.

“You HATE ME!!!” Her scream is blood curdling, his ears ring and he aches to press his hands to shield them – but he doesn’t. He hears the scream of the hyena. Lady Alyson pulls him so close – his chest rises against hers that stays still. He doesn’t shudder as his shirt is ripped open, buttons popping with the aggression.

“If… If you love me, like your precious mouth spills, you will take me here…”

Vincent doesn’t reply, only listens to her threats. “Or so help me, Vincent… I will make sure your entire family is slaughtered, remember Aunt Lucy? I’ll do the same to her, but it will be much worse. I shall decorate your walls with their organs, paint my lips and eyes with their blood, I will make you ache.”

The threat should make him shake, should make him feel there’s an earthquake, but his mind was far too corrupted. He nods and removes his shirt completely, discarding it. “I love you.”

The nightmare jostles him awake, they used to leave him with heavy pants, but all that is left is a trace of sweat and a bitter taste in his mouth. Why do I even bother to fuckin’ sleep anymore? I’m tired of all these free nightmares, I need a fucking refund.

“You… I have an assignment for you.”

Aria sips the orange juice in the crystal glass she holds, swishing the juice around in the cup. “What do you need, Alyson?”

“It involves Elise.”

She tells Aria the plan and it almost leaves her shaking in her boots. The vampire’s forehead is covered with a thin layer of sweat. “The witch is more useful alive, that way if you take her – Vincent would be willing to negotiate her release with you. A dead hostage is useless, believe me.”

Alyson chuckles. “Aria dear, have you once been a hostage?”

The subject swiftly changes. “Alyson, a hostage is alive means more to you then a hostage who is dead. Do what you will with her – but if it’s Vincent you want then keep Elise alive.”

A sigh of relief leaves her as she tosses her phone to the in-poor-condition couch. Her back rests against the wall and she slides down, bringing her hands, and bunching them in her raven hair. She had just convinced the most dangerous vampire to keep a person who once meant the whole world to her alive, just to torture her and use her as bait for her brother.

A human instinct would be to be terrified, to warn Elise about what would be coming to her shortly.

But Aria wasn’t human, not in this life.

Pearl white walls splattered with blood. The blood splatters complimented the white nicely.

On the floor were two bodies. One of a woman and the other a man. Towering over them was Vincent, he glanced at their necks that were savagely torn open – almost like a wolf tearing apart a deer they had been chasing for hours. Blood drips out of his mouth that was full. The room was ghost with black – splatters of red clouded his vision.

Alyson had poisoned his brain, he kept feeling her. Her hands on him, kept feeling her words torture his mind, kept feeling the strong tensity between the two when their eyes met – when she’d tell him that he loved her more then anything in this world, wanted her body more then he would want food. He was a monster, once a nearly perfect man with a dashing smile and promising future, now abused into this remorseless vampire who no longer felt anything human.

In the corner, a woman cowers. She shares identical features of Lady Alyson. Alyson LaDivina. Her skin was a lighter brown then Alyson’s deep brown, had bright blonde close to white hair and wore a look of vulnerability. Alyson was never vulnerable. Blood covers the woman’s face and clothes, she shakes.

Her hands, her hands.

They run over his skin, over his back, her nails dig into his dark skin and he wants to beg her to stop – but he moans for more. Her hands run down his chest, undoing his bottoms, and forcing him to fill her.

Her words, her words.

They taunt him in his ear, they whisper how good he makes her feel, how she loves him so fucking much and they’ll be together forever, even if death shall part us, we will find each other in the afterlife.”

“P..P-Please..”

“Not a very good begging attempt for your life. I’m assuming you failed drama.” Vincent says before kneeling in front of the cowering girl. Tears found home in her eyes, and threatened to storm out the door and stream down the road that was her cheeks, some had already ran. His arms reach out, places his hands at the side of her head and whispers the final words she will hear before she joins the skies – or below, if she sinned greatly.

“Maybe next time you’ll think before fucking with my damn mind.” He chuckles, then using the most force he could – snaps her neck. In his head, he holds Alyson’s broken neck, but in his hands he holds another innocent victim’s neck.

Chuckling, he stands up, walks towards the window, and slides it open and disappears into the night.

Vincent Caslova – never stood a chance, the moment Alyson LaDivina walked into his life. He was doomed to be a monster from the beginning.

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The Curse of Chat Noir Ch 2 (Miraculous Ladybug)

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A/N at the bottom

No.

No, this was not happening.

Felix stared at himself in the mirror, his features washed in shock and denial. What was once neatly combed hair and dark clothes, gave way to skin tight leather-like material, claws, and a messy mane of hair with...cat ears? And a belt tail? What the hell was going on? Why did he look like Chat Noir? Although, he suspected he didn't just look like Chat Noir. Felix watched with vibrant green feline eyes at his newly acquired cat ears flicked back and forth, picking up sounds as they twitched.

What was more shocking, however, was the news that Adrien who always listened to the rules and was too nice for his own good, was actually Chat Noir. Felix was almost impressed with his younger cousin, if he wasn't so appalled that he was insane enough to throw himself at the danger instead of running away from it.

No! Nope! He absolutely did not want this. Why had he taken that damn ring off Adrien's finger?

Curiosity killed the cat, his mind supplied unhelpfully.

He already wanted to punch something.

Managing to shove himself from the mirror, Felix almost couldn't look away from himself. Similar to looking at a car crash happening in front of him, his eyes kept drawing back to ogle at the newly acquired features.

A sudden blare of traffic horns made Felix flinch and jump into the air before landing in a crouch, body suddenly ready to take on whatever the noise was. Then immediately, he felt like a fool. Who jumps at a sudden car horn from outside? Infuriated at everything that was happening, Felix stormed out of the bathroom, flinging the door open. Only to have the door come flying backwards and put a decent size hole in the wall.

Okay... apparently, he was stronger now too...

Using his claws, he tried to pry the ring off again, but still to no avail. He just wanted this over with; he'd give it back to Adrien the next time he saw him. Adrien could pounce around Paris all he wanted, but Felix wanted no part of it.

At a loss for what to do since he now couldn't leave even if he wanted to, Felix prowled around the suite trying to burn all of the extra energy that came with the Chat Noir transformation. He didn't dare leave in case the transformation gave out as suddenly as it came. Not to mention, he absolutely did not want to be seen like this. Ever.

"Order some Camembert," Plagg's voice demanded as he flitted about the suite again.

"No," Felix answered, crossing his arms over his chest. He was back to normal now, the ring back to its dull silver band on his finger.

"Come on, Kid, I'm starving here," Plagg complained. "This is animal cruelty."

"You're not even an animal, you're a kwami, or whatever you called yourself," Felix retorted. Plagg stopped flying around to give Felix an intimidating glare. Or at least, Felix supposed Plagg was trying be intimidating. That feat was hard when Plagg was literally only a few inches tall: Felix was hardly scared. "Why don't you be useful and explain what exactly is going on?"

Plagg sniffed and licked a paw, his tiny green eyes narrowed. "Not until I get my cheese," he answered. "No cheese, no explanation."

"No explanation, no cheese," Felix countered, arms still crossed. Then they glared at each other, neither willing to budge. Felix was going to get his explanation, and he could out-stubborn the best of them. Tiny magic creatures included.

"Adrien's much nicer," Plagg commented with a flick of his tail.

"I'm not Adrien."

Felix and Plagg still stared at each other for a few more minutes before Plagg sighed. "Clearly. How about I give you a little bit of information while you order some cheese, and then I'll tell you the rest once I get it?"

Felix wanted so bad to decline the deal for the sake of telling Plagg no, but logically he knew that was probably the best he was going to get in this scenario. He'd rather not fight with the kwami more than he had to, at least until he knew what exactly was going on. "Deal," Felix conceded, heading for the hotel phone. Quickly, he ordered some cheese from room service then told Plagg to start talking.

"You're cursed, Kid. You get to be the new Chat Noir, hero, and partner to Ladybug," Plagg started. No way, I would've never figured that out... Felix thought sarcastically, still keeping a straight face and prompting Plagg to keep talking. Felix wondered if Plagg was being purposefully unhelpful or it was just natural for the creature.

"Since you aren't the chosen keeper of the ring, and instead took the ring like an idiot," Plagg continued, muttering that last part to himself, "you can't take the ring off on your own. Like I already told you, you either die or get a kiss from Ladybug."

Freaking perfect, Felix sighed. He had such excellent choices, really. Death or a kiss from a stranger. "What exactly does Ladybug have to do with the curse? Why is she the only one who can break it?"

"Easy; Ladybug and Chat Noir are two halves of a whole. She gets all the good luck, the power to purify, and my cats get the bad luck and the power of destruction. They balance it out; only her magic can counteract mine. Simple, really," Plagg explained.

"So why even have the curse to begin with?"

"To deter those who'd want to steal the miraculous," Plagg said with a pointed look at Felix. Hey, he hadn't been trying to steal it! "Now where's my cheese? I'm still starving over here."

Slowly, Felix counted to ten...and then twenty, but he still couldn't help but grit his teeth in frustration. How did Adrien deal with the little pest on a daily basis? A knock on the door pulled Felix from glaring daggers at Plagg. It was the little monster's cheese. The room service lady handed the platter to him with a smile, before Felix nearly shut the door in her face with a curt "Thanks." Then Felix caught a whiff of the cheese, "Plagg, this smells disgusting!"

A blur of black passed by Felix's face once he shut the door. "But it's so good!" Plagg cried, shoving half a chunk in his mouth.

"Get on with the explanation, I held up my end of the deal."

"Yeah, yeah, keep your vest on," Plagg muttered, eating the rest of the chunk quickly. "Anyway, you'll be transforming anytime Ladybug does and I'll get very little warning. That's why you suddenly transformed before."

"And what does that mean for me? I'd rather not be stuck inside this hotel suite just waiting for her to transform," Felix asked, finding a chair to sit on. He needed time to process this.

Satisfied at the large amount of cheese he'd eaten in a short amount of time, Plagg curled up on one of the chairs opposite Felix. "You get to be Chat Noir, obviously. You get to be a hero, and you'd better because Ladybug can't do it all on her own."

After the apparently exhausting explanation, Plagg had fallen asleep. It was the quietest Felix had seen him, so he didn't bother the kwami. The less Plagg talked, the less frustrated Felix seemed to be. Maybe he'd get some sleep too, between traveling and being cursed, it had been a long day. Maybe tomorrow would be better.

"Why are we going to the store?" Plagg asked, floating just inside Felix's jacket collar.

Curling his lip slightly, Felix grabbed Plagg away from his face and shoved him in a pocket. The creature was way too into his personal space, thank you, and he definitely didn't need him whispering in his ear.

Truthfully, Felix just needed to get out of the suite for a while. He needed food, and needed to think. Plagg told him that, unless an akuma attacked, Ladybug usually didn't transform since it was the weekend. Occasionally, her and Chat Noir would patrol but not too often in the morning or early afternoon. However, Plagg forgot to tell him that Felix's new "bad luck" would kick into action right off the bat. He'd stubbed his toes, the warm water ran out only a minute into his shower, he'd gotten a five in the morning wake up call that he didn't call for... the list went on and on. At that rate, Felix kept a weary eye out for everything and everyone in his path.

He had tried to call Adrien, but Nathalie had answered saying that Adrien was still sleeping away his fever. He hadn't woke up except to drink some water and take more medicine. Plagg seemed relieved that Adrien was doing better, and truthfully, Felix was too. He had a lot he wanted to talk to Adrien about. Namely all this Chat Noir nonsense.

"Get some more cheese!" Plagg told him, flying up the inside of his jacket once again. Huffing, Felix grabbed ahold of Plagg again and pushed him down. Several people around him gave him odd looks at the jerky movement, but Felix didn't care. Their opinions didn't matter anyway.

Felix looked around, only grabbing the items he needed. He shopped quickly, but efficiently, and wasted no time circling the store like some people seemed to do. He swore the same old lady passed him at least five times. Plagg only demanded cheese two more times before Felix finally grabbed some for him, effectively shutting him up for the remainder of the shopping. Four bags of food later, and Felix was back on his way to the hotel.

Plagg wasted no time jumping head-first into the bag with his disgusting cheese, already digging in. Curling his lip, Felix let the kwami do what he wanted. At least Plagg wasn't trying to whisper in his ear or worm his way up Felix's jacket anymore. He'd take what he could get, as long as Plagg didn't try and-

"Hey, we're about to transform," Plagg interrupted Felix's thoughts, head popping up from the bag. "Just thought you should know."

"What?!" Felix nearly hissed a bit too loudly. Once again, several people turned to him at his sudden outburst. Ignoring them, Felix picked up his gait, eyes searching for a place to hide. He found none, so an alley would have to do. It was still way more public than Felix would have liked, but he had no other options.

"You should go find Ladybug, I don't want to be stuck with you forever," Plagg muttered, flying up and out of the grocery bag.

Ducking down behind the dumpster, Felix dropped the bags as the green light enveloped his body, turning his nice clothes into black leather-like material. "I hate you," Felix whispered to his ring, hoping Plagg could hear him. If not, he'd tell Plagg again later. Then again, he'd probably tell Plagg again later anyway.

So what the hell am I supposed to do? Felix thought to himself, looking down at his new ensemble. Feeling behind him, Felix grasped the Chat Noir baton. How was this thing even supposed to work? It didn't have buttons that Felix could see, and it was only a bit longer than his hand. Adrien flew through Paris almost as well as Ladybug, how did he make the baton longer-

As soon as Felix thought that, the baton immediately grew five times longer than it was, nearly touching both walls of the alley.

Alright then...

Felix tried swinging the baton around, but it never did anything special. Propping it against the ground, Felix sighed as he leaned forward. It seemed sturdy, clearly a product of whatever kwami magic that made him Chat Noir. He really wished Plagg would have given him a little more information about being Chat Noir. Distantly, Felix heard people running out in the streets, seeing a few of them pass by the mouth of the alley.

How on Earth could Felix even be Chat Noir? He had no real instruction, and just winging it seemed unwise. Getting a kiss from Ladybug at this rate was going to be basically impossible; and dying to get the ring off wasn't even an option. He wasn't so maudlin that he'd resort to death to get away from the ring.

The sounds of Ladybug fighting with the akuma echoed down the alley where Felix still examined the baton. Sighing, Felix gave up trying to get the baton to do what he wanted, and attempted to run into the streets. If there was no other way, Felix would run since the baton wouldn't extend-

Suddenly, the baton extended, one end on the ground, the rest of it reaching upward above the buildings nearby. Felix scrambled to find a hold on the baton as it jerked him upwards and into the air. "Stop, stop, stop," Felix muttered, closing his eyes. His ascent halted just as suddenly as it began. Felix remained clinging to the baton, arms and legs nearly wrapped around it.

A light breeze made Felix open his eyes. He was held up above the shop buildings that lined the alley, just hanging there as the baton remained abnormally long. How in the hell did I do that? he wondered, looking around. About five blocks over, he could see Ladybug fight with the akuma. So much for helping Ladybug... She seemed to be able to handle it all on her own.

Pushing forward, Chat landed on the nearest roof, baton still ridiculously extended. He examined the thing closely, still not seeing exactly how the item worked. No matter what Felix looked at, he could see nothing to make the baton smaller. It was then that Felix spotted the little paw print design in the baton. Perhaps that was the key...

Felix brushed his thumb over the pad of the paw and the baton grew smaller until it was about a foot long. Hmmm... It wasn't quite a button, but the paw print seemed to respond to what Felix wanted while he was holding it. Extend, Felix thought, watching as the baton grew to what size Felix intended. Shrink; then the baton was back to normal.

Interesting, Felix smirked, feeling particularly proud that he had at least figured something out. It was a start. Newly focused, Felix took off running, leaping from roof to roof, still getting used to the baton as he went. He almost made it to where he had last seen Ladybug fighting, before he heard a cry of "Miraculous Ladybug" and watched as Ladybug's magic swept through the area, finally surrounding a man who was crouched down on the street looking confused.

Looks like I missed the akuma...

He landed suprisingly quiet, watching Ladybug look around while pulling the yo-yo back to her hand. At his landing, she turned around, a bright smile on her face. "Chat, where-" she started but then paused. Before she could continue, the man who had been akumatized came up to her, apologising for anything he may have done. She waved him off with a polite smile and reassurances, before turning back to Chat. "This place is a bit crowded, let's go somewhere else." She didn't give him enough time to respond before she was zipping off on her yo-yo, leaving Felix to stare after her for a moment. Finally, after huffing, Felix took off running, only using the baton when he had to.

At least I didn't have to fight the akuma, Felix thought, running after Ladybug. That was an unexpected blessing. Especially considering his newfound bad luck.

After a few blocks, Ladybug stopped on a high business building and waited for him to catch up. Felix was surprised that he wasn't very winded from the quick run. He exercised frequently, but he'd definitely be out of breath if he was just Felix. Once again, Felix landed smoothly and quietly. The two stood there for a moment, her back to him. Was he supposed to say something first? Is that why she hadn't said anything?

Oh, god. I've gotta pretend to be Adrien... Or Adrien's Chat Noir, which was infinitely worse. His Chat persona was a flirt with Ladybug, wasn't he? While Felix knew he'd have to work towards getting a kiss from Ladybug, he wasn't sure he could flirt with her without feeling like a complete idiot. Even with a mask on, it was still Felix, and saying such moronic things out loud, much less to anyone, made him feel nauseous.

He was saved from saying anything first, when she swung around quickly, glaring at him. "Who are you?!" she demanded harshly, swinging her yo-yo around loosely.

Felix held his hands up, really not wanting to fight. "Chat Noir," he answered honestly. Shit, did she already know? I haven't even said anything yet. Then again, maybe that was the problem.

"No, you're not," she snapped, swinging the yo-yo a little faster until it was a pink blur. "How did you get the miraculous? Where's the other Chat? What did you do to him?"

A/N:

Poor Felix, adorable little idiot. He's about to have a bad (worse?) time...

I took some creative liberty with Chat's baton. I haven't watched Miraculous in...way too long (come on Valentine's Day!) and I wanted to kind of put my own spin on it, I guess? Hope it made sense.

So chapter 2, what did ya think? I'd love comments! I kinda fought with this chapter a little, so seriously, let me know. Also, would anyone be interested in beta-ing for me? Or at least reading it before I post it to make sure it flows right and sounds ok? I usually can't tell until after I've posted it, and can read it like everyone else.

Anyway, let me know what you guys think! Until next time. -Kristen

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #felix agreste #Kristen

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How to Give an Erotic Massage: Massage Oils

Why massage oil?

A lot of people think grabbing some hand cream or body lotion would do just fine for a massage, or worse (shudder) doing a “dry” massage. If you want this erotic massage to actually reach the erotic point, you need real massage oil; something that will absorb a bit into the skin, soften it, but also allow you to keep smooth, steady movements with your massage.

You also want your massage oil to be something that you use only for erotic massage. You want to get to the point where you can take a whiff of the oil and have your body ready to rumble. You want to walk into the room the next day, catch the merest leftover scent of the massage oil, and smile at the memory of what you did in that room the night before. You want to put one small drop of that massage oil behind your ear, so that when you and your partner are out on the town, at a party or a business meeting, maybe in a restaurant, he’ll catch the scent as it wafts past him, and drive him insane until he can get you alone. Lubriderm cream is not going to do that for you!

But let’s back up a bit here, take a step back and look at the bigger picture.

A Brief History

Oils and aromatherapy have been around for a long time. Just look in the Bible. Remember when Mary Magdalene anointed Jesus’ feet? Not only was she applying essential oils, but was doing so through massage. Mary knew the power of massage. It’s a way to relax, relieve stress, show interest, and “rev the motor”, so to speak.

Oils have been around a lot longer than Biblical times, though. About 2700 years before the birth of Christ, the Chinese were using herbs and burning oils.

The Egyptians used oils in the mummification process, then eventually applied the same herbs and oils to everyday life. In fact, Cleopatra used the exotic and erotic Jasmine oil to distract Marc Antony during business meetings (Ladies, take note!).

In India, practitioners of ayurveda, a form of medical therapy, employed the use of aromatherapy and massage. Greeks used oils for aromatherapy, cosmetics, and medicine. Romans utilized the oils after baths, and the Aztec had a vast array of herbs and plants. In 980 AD, in the Far East, the art of distilling alcohol led to the development of more modern-day perfumes.

I believe it wouldn’t be too far-reaching to say that nearly every culture at one time or another took advantage of nature’s resources and used oils and massage.

How Do They Work?

Essential oils work in at several ways. First, and probably most obvious, is scent. The nose is an incredible organ. Ever notice how a fleeting aroma wafting across the street can take you back in time 20 years, to when you first encountered that smell? You can recall that instant in time in vivid detail; much more detail, in fact, than a photograph could bring back. Have you ever encountered a scent that reminded you of a particular person? Have you ever found yourself attracted to someone and not known why, only to find out later it was the scent he or she was wearing that aroused your interest? There are good reasons for that. The nose is directly hardwired to the brain.

When a scent is inhaled, the particles of the aroma are picked up by nerve endings at the back of the nose. The signal is then passed up to the brain, specifically to the limbic system.

The limbic system is home of the hypothalamus, which in turn houses the pituitary gland. The pituitary gland, among other things, is responsible for hormone release. See where I’m going with this?

Nose – to – limbic system – to – hypothalamus – to – pituitary gland – to – hormone release

There are different neurochemicals that are triggered by smell and cause mood changes. The first one is familiar to just about everyone- endorphine. Endorphin is the body’s natural high. Endorphines are most commonly associated with pain control. Everyone has heard of the person who is shot and doesn’t know it, or the person who has broken a limb and feels no pain. Thank the great hormone endorphine for that! Endorphines are actually stronger than morphine, which is probably why the word breaks down as “endo”, which means “within”, and “phin”, which means “morphine”; literally the word means “the morphine within.”

But pain control isn’t the only job of endorphines. Elevated levels of this hormone is seen after exercise and sex, as well. It’s associated with feelings of invicibility, satisfaction, calmness, and attunement with the body.

The other neurochemical triggered by smell is serotonin. Serotonin is a calming hormone. It is associated with sleep, mood, locomotion, feeding, and anxiety.

Is it any wonder that aromatherapy is a great way to relax, calm, and entice?

So, now the nose has picked up on the scents of the oil and has triggered a mad rush of hormones through the body. That, you may say, is a temporary state. One could get used to the scent of the oil and it will have less impact, or over the course of an evening the effects of the hormones will dissipate. But there’s more. The oils are also absorbed in the fat cells, and when essential oils are used in massage, whether erotic or not, the medicinal components of the herbs are also availed. Combine that with the effects of the massage itself -stimulation of circulation and heat production, not to mention relaxation of tense muscles – and you have an excellent vehicle through which to completely spoil your partner with luxury.

Introduction to Essential Oils

I personally believe that massage using essential oils is one of the most erotic feelings in life. As I said before, the massage itself, along with the scents, is magical enough, but what I think really makes massage with essential oils so special is the care that is being shown by the masseuse.

When you partner takes the time to select, mix, and then apply oils to your body, he or she is telling you that you are worth the time. Your partner is telling you that you’re worth spoiling, worth pampering, and that he or she thinks you’re beautiful.

Psychologically, essential oils and massage do as much for the soul as the actually physical benefits, which are no small things.

The main focus of this composition is information on essential oils used for massage. Keep in mind that all these oils are used for other medicinal reasons and in other ways than massage. For our purposes, though, I will try to keep the information on massage oils, erotic and otherwise.

At the end of this report you’ll find a small guide to different oils, their basic scents, and their attributes in regards to massage, as well as good base oils to use in your mixture.

A Word of Caution

My favorite base oil is almond oil, but there are a surprisingly large number of people allergic to nuts. DO NOT USE ALMOND OIL WITH ANYONE WHO HAS A NUT ALLERGY! You want to send your partner into throes of passion, not the emergency room with anaphylactic shock.

When choosing the essential oils for your massage oil:

• Pick just a few; you don’t want a mishmash of aromas.

• Make sure the essential oils, as well as the base oil, are not only edible, but tastes good and are not harmful to mucous membrane.

• Be aware of the properties of the essential oils you use. Some may heat up, which can be a lot of fun, but might be a little intense for some people. Some are astringent, some can raise blood pressure, and some just taste horrible.

• This may sound like a “duh” statement, but find out what your partner likes. If your partner absolutely hates mints, then massage oil made with peppermint is not going to put him in the mood for love.

Blends

There are a few things to keep in mind when blending oils. First and foremost is many essential oils have medicinal properties and should be used with caution, especially during pregnancy.

After the list of oils and their attributes at the end of this narrative, there will be a list of oils to avoid during pregnancy, some of which may not be listed in the list of oil attributes.

The second thing to keep in mind is that oils should never be applied directly to the skin, unless you have been instructed to do so by an experienced aromatherapist. Base oil must always be used. You want to use about 5 to 6 drops of essential oil for every 10 mL of base oil you use. That comes out to about 15 or so drops of essential oil per liter of base oil.

Oils should be stored in a dark glass bottle – never plastic. You will usually find oils stored in amber-colored bottles or blue ones. Avoid rubber stoppers for your oil bottles. The oils can eat through the rubber.

And speaking of oils eating through rubber, latex condoms will degrade in the presence of oil. Again, your Jimmy hat will not be of any use if you use oils as a sexual lubricant, which is bound to happen during an erotic massage. There are condoms made from plastics that can withstand the presence of oil, so read labels before you buy! Okay, I’m going to reiterate, since I don’t want anyone blaming me if Junior is born 9 months from now: DO NOT USE LATEX CONDOMS WITH OIL LUBRICANTS, AS THE OIL CAN CAUSE THE CONDOM TO BREAK!

Moving on…..

Store the oils in a cool dry place. If stored correctly, the oils should last a year or so.

After mixing your oils, let your mixture sit for a day or so, or at least a few hours, and then go back and smell it again. You might find that the finished product smells a little different from when you first put it up. You can adjust your mixture accordingly. Play around with the oils, find a mixture that smells good to you and experiment with it. If you added 3 drops of sandalwood and 1 drop of chamomile one time, the next time you might want to try 2 drops of each, instead.

By the way, the combination of sandalwood and chamomile is an excellent relaxing oil mixture.

In general, men tend to enjoy spicy, woody smells, while women are known for favoring floral scents. A blend of both, then, would be an ideal massage oil that would please both partners in a heterosexual relationship. This, however, is a general statement. I’m a woman, and I prefer the spicy aromas over the floral ones, and I know some men who love the scent of some flowers. Regardless, for him/her relationships try a mixture of jasmine and sandalwood (both very erotic oils), or rose and frankincense.

Men like scents such as cinnamon, ginger, clove, nutmeg, and coriander. Women seem to lean towards aromas such as rose, jasmine, nerolis, and ylang-ylang. But, like I said before, this is a generality and the real fun comes from finding what you and your partner enjoy.

My all-time favorite massage oil is a combination of lavender oil, clove oil, cinnamon, peppermint, and rosemary oil, in a base of sweet almond oil. This blend not only smells awesome, but also produces just a touch of heat that can really drive you wild. It also tastes great!

You might want to try these other combinations:

– For relaxation try clary sage, lavender, and lemon. Chamomile is excellent for sleep, so try a mixture of chamomile and sandalwood, or chamomile and lavender to help you relax.

– Ginger and, believe it or not, black pepper, are great for sore, achy muscles.

– For an uplifting massage, try a blend of lemon, mint, and geranium. How about bergamot, peppermint, and lemon? Lavender, orange, and peppermint is a very cooling combination, as well, and gives a nice floral scent.

– For romance there are several mixtures you can try. Bergamot, sandalwood, and jasmine for one. The Kama Sutra recommends jasmine and grapefruit. Ylang-ylang, lavender, grapefruit, lemon, and neroli are also great together. If you’re really ambitious, go for a combination of rosewood, neroli, lavender, thyme, and cinnamon or clove.

– Trouble sleeping? Try lemon, marjoram, and vetiver.

Essential Oils

Please keep in mind that all these oils have many attributes, and this is by no means a complete list of essential oils. I’ve picked these oils for their relaxing, sensual, or refreshing qualities. An asterisk after an entry means that that particular essential oil is not recommended for use during pregnancy.

In general, it is a good idea to always consult with an herbalist, doctor, midwife, aromatherapist, or other healthcare practitioner before using any essential oil medicinally. There will be a more complete list of oils to avoid after this entry.

Essential oils that are underlined are particularly known for their sensual attributes. If you notice, most of the “aphrodisiac” essential oils have euphoric and calming effects. This makes sense, as a calm and content state of mind is essential for a good sensual encounter. Combine these erotic oils with those promoting muscle relaxation, and you have a massage partner that is calm, relaxed, and ready for more action.

– Bergamot – Citrus bergamia – This oil has the aroma of bergamot orange that is slightly floral. A very refreshing scent. It is also known as Oswego tea and bee balm. This oil is good for depression, tension, and stress.

– Bos-de-Rose – Aniba rosaeodora – A sweet, floral, woody scent that relieves stress, headache, and depression.

– Cedarwood* – Cedrus atlantica – You will find this a scent that is dry, woody, and sweet. It soothes and calms. Great for arthritis and stress.

– Chamomile* – Matricana chamomila – This oil has a fruity, herbal essence with a myriad of uses. Not only is it great for your hair, it is also wonderful for insomnia, anxiety, neuralgia, burns, pain of rheumatism, gout, sores, sprains, inflamed skin, strains, stress, and nerves, and gives a sense of peace and calm.

– Cinnamon* – Cinnamonum zelanicum – I’m sure everyone has smelled the comforting aroma of cinnamon in apple pie, but I bet you didn’t know it is a wonderful essential oil for exhaustion, stress, and rheumatism. Cinnamon may be a mucus membrane irritant, as are the other spices, so keep that in mind when making oils intended for erotic massage. You might want to use just a small amount in you blend.

– Citronella* – Cymbopogon nardus – This oil has a lovely citrus odor. I’m sure everyone is familiar with its insect-repellent attributes, but it’s also a great tonic for headache and fatigue.

– Clary Sage* – Salvia sclarea – This oil with a nutty fragrance helps fortify a debilitated nervous system. It is also a euphoric and has sensual properties. Some sources site clary sage as being a uterine stimulant, so this must be kept in mind in the case of pregnancy.

– Clove* – Eugenia caryophyllata – Clove is a wonderful analgesic; just ask anyone who’s used it for a toothache. It also has antiseptic properties and is excellent for arthritis pains, as well as sprains and strains. This oil may cause mucus membranes irritation, so again, be wary. In my own personal use of this essential oil, I’ve not found it to be irritating to mucus membranes, but everyone is different and perceives sensations differently.

– Cypress – Cupressus sempervirens – A woody aroma that helps with mental and emotional resolve, as well as rheumatism and varicose veins.

– Frankincense – Buswellia thurifera – This gift from the magi has a heady, spicy aroma. It encourages feelings of peace and wellbeing, calms, deepens breathing, and eases nerves and tension. I liked to use this oil or the resin itself when my children are fearful of boogey men and monsters. When I burn frankincense, I can feel it in my spine. The aroma evokes feelings of safety, and may even chase away evil spirits!

– Geranium* – Pelargonium graveolens – An essential oil with a floral scent. It’s good for depression and nerves; helps to relax. It also benefits the nervous system and women who suffer from PMS.

– Ginger – Zingiber officinale – Ginger has a spicy aroma that for me calms and soothes. My midwife uses ginger in boiling water during births to soothe the laboring mother. She also uses the ginger water to relax the skin. Ginger improves circulation; it’s great for cold hands and feet, so try it in a tub or footbath. It helps with muscle aches and pains, as well as arthritis.

– Grapefruit – Citrus paradisi – This oil, with an obvious citrus aroma, is used for depression and migraine, and as a tonic aid in drug withdrawal. It is a good choice if you’re looking for a refreshing scent.

– Hops – Humulus lupus – Hops is the ingredient in beer that acts as a sedative. Marijuana, which also causes sedation, is a relative of hops. Hops is an analgesic and helps neuralgia, nervous tension, bruising, and insomnia. It’s also a skin softener.

– Jasmine – Jasminum officinale – This oil has an erotic floral scent. This night-blooming flower eases anxiety and lethargy, while relaxing and calming.

– Juniper* – Juniperus communis – With an earthy, woody scent, juniper clears the emotions and relaxes. It’s also good for cellulitis and rheumatism.

– Lavender – Lavendula augustiform – This oil has a warm floral aroma. It is a relaxant, easing nervous tension, headaches, neuralgia, and muscle aches and pains from rheumatism, and gives a sense of tranquility. It also works wonders on burns, though I do not recommend using the undiluted oil on damaged skin, and before using any oil medicinally, it’s a good idea to check with an aromatherapist, herbalist, midwife, or naturopath.

– Lemon – Citrus limonum – A lemony aroma, of course, that refreshes and cools. It’s great for nerves, varicose veins, and high blood pressure. Anyone who has had a tall glass of ice water with a twist of lemon on a hot summer’s day or while feverish can attest to the cooling, soothing qualities of lemon.

– Lemongrass – Cymbopogon citratus – Citrus. Wonderful for muscle aches, headaches, and stress.

– Lime – Citrus aurantifolia – Another oil with a sweet citrus odor. Great for high blood pressure, rheumatism, depression, anxiety, insomnia, and varicose veins. It revitalizes, too.

– Mandarin – Citrus noblis – An oil with a fruity citrus essence that relieves stress and nervousness, as well as eases insomnia with its tranquilizing effects.

– Marjoram* – Origanum marjorana – This essential oil has a spicy, woody aroma that is helpful with bruises, PMS, anxiety, insomnia, muscle aches, circulation, neuralgia, rheumatism, sprains, and strains.

– Melissa – Melissa officinalis – Also known as lemon balm, it calms nerves and lifts spirits. Its sedative affect helps with depression and insomnia. It’s also good for eczema.

– Myrrh* – Commiphora myrrha – This aroma is woody and earthy, and has wonderful calming affects. It is also used as gargles and mouth rinses for those suffering from gingival problems, but this should be done only under the direction of any herbalist, and the oil never applied directly to the mucus membranes.

– Neroli – Citrus bigaradia – This oil has the essence of blossom of bitter orange. It eases depression, anxiety, and hysteria, as well as nervous tension. It promotes peace and encourages sleep, but is also known for its seductive qualities.

– Nutmeg* – Myristica fragrans – This woody, spicy oil works wonders for arthritis, aching muscles, neuralgia, rheumatism, and poor circulation.

– Orange – Citrus aurantium – Bitter orange, with its citrus aroma, is good for depression, anxiety, stress, dull skin, and muscle spasms.

– Palmarosa – Cymbopogon martini – This refreshing, floral aroma helps with exhaustion, skin infections, and dull skin.

– Patchouli – Pogostemon patchouli – With its musky odor, it lends itself as a sensual essential oil. It is also useful for skin inflammation, fatigue, mature skin, stress, and hair care.

– Peppermint – Mentha piperata – A cooling, refreshing minty aroma is the characteristic of this oil. It is also known for its benefits for inflammation, and migraine, and where it is applied it has an anesthetic affect that increases blood flow. Like the other mints, though, it may cause mucus membrane irritation.

– Rose – Rosa gallica officinalis – A light floral aroma helps to ease tension, depression, and anxiety. It is a “love oil” that is also an excellent tonic for the reproductive organs. Rose also aids in the treatment of eczema and mature skin.

– Rosemary* – Rosmarinus officinalis – This oil has an herbal, woody aroma. It, too, is a “love oil”, but also helps with headaches, fatigue, muscle aches, sprains, nerves, and rheumatism. This is one of the best oils for your hair.

– Rosewood – Aniba Rosaeodora – This floral scent promotes comfort and eases depression. It relaxes sore muscles. It is also known as lemongrass.

– Sandalwood – Santalum album – This wood-scented oil is known as a sexual stimulant. It helps the user to focus on the here and now, enjoying the moment rather than worrying about what could have been; enabling the user to fully enjoy his or her present situation and partner. It is also a sedative that helps with depression and PMS.

– Thyme* – Thymus vulgaris (as well as T. serpyllum and T. pulegioides) – This plant possesses a fresh, herbal aroma. It strengthens nerves, eases exhaustion and rheumatic pains, and soothes muscle aches and arthritis. – Ylang-ylang – Canagna odorata – This oil has an exotic, floral odor that eases stress, anxiety, and high blood pressure. It’s a general tonic that is also well known for its sensual properties.

Base oils

– Sweet Almond – This oil can be used 100%. This is my favorite oil to use as a base. It’s light in texture and color, and has the added benefit of helping with itching, dryness, soreness, and inflammation.

– Apricot Kernel – This oil, too, can be used undiluted. It’s good for sensitive skin and dry skin.

– Avocado – This oil should be used at only 10% (90% should be another oil, such as sweet almond). This base oil is rather heavy and leaves a waxy feel on the skin.

– Avocado Pear – Again, though this oil is good for dry skin, it should be used at 10% and mixed with another base oil.

– Borage Seed – Another 10% oil that should be mixed. It’s good for premature aging, stimulation and regeneration of skin, multiple sclerosis, menopause, heart disease, and eczema.

– Cocoa Butter – This needs to be warmed, as it is solid at room temperature, but it is excellent for dry skin.

– Corn Oil – This oil can be used 100% and is good for all skin types. It’s rather heavy, but also soothing.

– Hazelnut – This oil can be used undiluted and on all skin types. It is also an astringent.

– Jojoba – This base should be diluted to 10%. It’s a wonderful help in psoriasis, acne, and inflamed skin, but can be used on all skin types. It’s also good for the hair.

– Peanut Oil – Edgar Casey sang the wonders of this oil. He recommended it for all types of ailments. Peanut oil can be used undiluted and on all skin types, but be aware that it has a very strong aroma of peanuts and can feel quite heavy on the skin.

– Safflower – This can be used undiluted and for all skin types.

– Sesame Oil – This should be diluted to 10%, but is wonderful on all skin types. It is especially useful for psoriasis, eczema, and arthritis. It also has a strong aroma, though, so smell it before trying it. – Soya Bean – Another oil that can be used undiluted and on all skin types. – Sunflower oil – Again, another oil that can be used undiluted and on all skin types.

– Wheat germ – While good for psoriasis, prematurely aging skin, and eczema, as well as all skin types, it should be used at 10%.

Remember, use only 5 to 6 drops of essential oil per 10 mL of base oil. This is the total amount. You can combine oils, of course, but in total your essential oils should not exceed the 5 to 6 drops mentioned above.

Pregnancy and Essential Oils

Some essential oils may be uterine stimulants or have other effects that are contraindicated in pregnancy. While this list is pretty close to complete, there’s no way I can be sure I got everything down. In any case, when pregnant, it is always good to check with a midwife, herbalist, or aromatherapist before using any particular essential oil. While some oils are not advised during early pregnancy, some may actually be beneficial in the last trimester or during labor.

• Angelica

• Aniseed

• Basil

• Camphor

• Cedarwood

• Chamomile

• Cinnamon

• Citronella

• Clary sage

• Clove

• Cypress

• Fennel

• Geranium

• Hyssop

• Juniper

• Marjoram

• Myrrh

• Nutmeg

• Oregano

• Parsley

• Peppermint

• Rosemary*

• Sage

• Thyme

*Some sources site rosemary as being contraindicated in pregnancy, while others claim there is no reason it can’t be used. All I can say is to research the herb yourself, talk to some herbalists, and make your own decision.

Other Precautions

If allergic to nuts, avoid base oils that contain nuts, such as sweet almond oil, hazelnut oil, and peanut oil. This may seem an obvious thing to do, but there are some people that will assume because the oil is not being ingested, that it is safe. Unless you’ve had an anaphylactic reaction to nuts, you couldn’t possible understand the need to be extremely careful with these oils.

If you suffer from high blood pressure, avoid hyssop, rosemary, sage, and thyme. Licorice is also known to elevate the blood pressure, but it’s not often used as a massage oil!

Diabetics should avoid angelica.

For those of you who enjoy tanning beds or outdoor tanning, you should avoid bergamot, lemon, grapefruit, ginger, lime, orange, and the other citruses. These can make you hypersensitive to ultraviolet waves.

Oils to be avoided in general are:

• Bitter almond

• Boldo leaf

• Calamus

• Deadly nightshade

• Horseradish

• Jaborandi leaf

• Mugwort

• Mustard

• Pennyroyal

• Rue

• Sassafras

• Savin

• Southern wood

• Stinging nettle

• Tansy

• Thuja

• Wintergreen

• Wormwood

• Yellow camphor

Conclusion

In closing, I want to encourage you all to experiment with essential oils and erotic massage. The skin is the largest human organ; take full advantage of it!

As you experiment with more and more combinations, finding the ones that are right for you in each particular circumstance, you will not only find that you are pleasing you partner in much deeper ways, but you are also learning something about yourself. To honestly enjoying giving pleasure to your partner is what will make you a good lover, and a memorable one. When I think about my lover, it’s his hands that come to mind before anything else. Even as I type I can feel his hands on my neck, massaging the stress of computer work away!

Slow down, enjoy your senses, and enjoy each other.

“And in the end, the love you make is equal to the love you take.”

The Beatles

Source by Mayra M Martinez

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