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Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 4/?
Date: 2014-03-04 10:25 am (UTC)The sun descends in a bright orange over the horizon. Whatever light filtered through the slats in between the barred windows has faded, leaving the room in darkness. The Guildmaster should be in the middle of his massage at the inn. He doesn't tend to use his home for very much other than sleeping and very occasionally eating; a very fine layer of dust sits atop all the nonessential furniture. The house is barely decorated at all -- is the Guild doing so badly that even the Guildmaster can't afford to decorate his home?
I'm making sure that he isn't out of picks when I hear the sound of something heavy dropping to the floor. The Guildmaster should't be arriving for at least another hour -- who is it?
Surely no one would dare rob Mercer Frey?
Nobody's home -- they're going to get away with it unless I do something..!
If I run in the direction of the noise I should be able to catch them--
I barely make it a few metres before crashing straight into something larger than myself and decidedly more solid. A calloused hand darts out and fixes firmly around my wrist, stopping me from staggering back any further.
"Are you lost, kitten?" -- The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I know that voice all too well; rough gravel edges lining burnished leather. ".. Or are you a little magpie, come to steal all my shiny things?"
I can feel my throat closing over, my stomach constricting tightly. No-- nonononono, it was not supposed to happen like this. I want to speak, but my voice is lost by the time I open my mouth. I feel faint. This can't be happening..
"I could have you thrown out of the Guild for this," his hand tightens like a vice around my wrist, fingers digging painfully into the flesh. "Or worse, hanged." The other hand hovers over my neck for emphasis. If he pressed it closer I could catalogue the feel of his hands; memorise the tessellating skin with callous with practised, vital muscle. His teeth glint like steel, snarl practically feral. Jagged edges -- what manner of imprints would they leave?
Hot, leaden fear coils in the pit of my stomach, part of me imploring I run, run far; yet I don't truly want to leave. He's finally here -- I can finally see him up close. Even the tiny lines which crown his iris are visible among the sea of grey.. He's finally looking at me. I've been waiting for so long, even if I could look away, I wouldn't.
The Guildmaster lets out a small tsk, twisting my arm painfully behind my back. Turning slightly on his heel, he pushes me face-first into the wall, body pinning me in place. "I'm not a patient man, girl," He presses me into the solid surface, the pressure all but forcing the air out of my lungs. Any attempts to struggle only makes him warp my arm further, sharp pain shooting through me as if he may just pop the arm off outright.
"I'll ask you again..," I can visualise the planes of his chest through his leathers as it presses into my back. "What. Are you. Doing. Here?" He grabs a fistful of hair, forcing my head back to view the ceiling. He hasn't clipped his fingernails recently.
The pain coursing through my arm and across my scalp has an almost sobering effect. I know I've done nothing wrong -- not really. I just have to explain to him what I was doing, and it'll be alright. I know the knots in my stomach are from anticipation; not fear.
"I was just making sure you had enough supplies." My voice comes out ragged, slightly laced with pain. The rise and fall of his chest undulates gently against my back.
"Oh?" He murmurs directly into my ear, "and who asked you to do that?" His voice is as smooth as honey, yet the rough edges make me shudder in response. My face heats up at the realisation that I-- we-- are in such close proximity. Part of me is already busy detailing the feel of his fingers; his scent, mingling with leather and sweat and mead. If only I could turn to look at him.
"No-one." I turn my head, trying to catch a glimpse through the corner of my eye. "I just wanted to help out."
Silence.
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 4/?
Date: 2014-03-04 02:43 pm (UTC)And if you did any drifting, I didn't notice. I was too wrapped up in the Guildmaster obsession with our narrator!
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 4/?
Date: 2014-03-04 03:33 pm (UTC)Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 4/?
Date: 2014-03-09 05:50 am (UTC)OP!
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Date: 2014-04-18 12:16 am (UTC)Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 5/?
Date: 2017-01-18 02:04 pm (UTC)Please excuse if it manages to not connect so well with the previous bits it's only been five years >__>
also tense shift lololololo
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The hand on my wrist loosened just a fraction, yet still he said nothing,
"... I restocked your lockpicks. I've been doing the same for your desk at the Cistern for a while now." It was going to be all right. All I needed to do was let him know how hard I've been working and he would let me go. Wouldn't he?
Still nothing. His grip was loose enough for me to turn to face him, though his free hand was still firmly planted above my head, cutting off any means for escape. Not that I wanted to escape. He was finally looking at me. Still, my heart was beating through my chest harder than ever. I had to keep talking. It was the only way out of this. I could feel the faintest tickle of his breath against my face. If only I could calm my own breathing; inhale what he would give me.
"I-I've been making the coffee the way you like it..; keeping you stocked of the mead you like..."
He let out a derisive cross between a snort and a sneer. At some point his grip had shifted subtly enough that my back was pressed against the wall, having to look up to meet his gaze. I memorised the line of his jaw while eagerly breathing in his scent. Leather, certainly, but now that he was even closer I could pick the faintest hint of spice. Clove, perhaps? That prickling astringency with just a hint of sweetness.
"And how would you know what I like, hmm?" His expression gave nothing away, though the heat clouding my head was stifling as his eyes locked onto mine. Nine bottom eyelashes on the left, eleven on the right. One iris was slightly higher set than the other.
"... Because I watch you. I've been watching you for years." I quickly realised the implication, shaking my free hand in front of my face, "but not while you're getting a massage or anything! I look away when you're doing something private..."
He let out a sharp crack of laughter at that. I didn't understand why. At least he wasn't mad at me anymore.
"How old are you, kitten?" My stomach clenched. Why would he ask that? My throat was a bottleneck; I had to force myself to breathe, let alone reply.
"I left the orphanage a couple years ago."
I flinched in surprise as his hand came to rest against my cheek.
"Must be tough; no family, no home..." For all its rough callouses, his hand was warm. Very warm, and undeniably soft underneath that firm, weathered exterior. I felt myself shudder as I leaned into his touch, cementing each and every crease into my memory.
"The Guild is my family, sir."
Just as abruptly, his warmth was gone, and the Guildmaster out of reach. He busied himself with paperwork at a nearby desk, as if the entire exchange was the same as any other. I barely had my breathing back to normal.
"Come back this time tomorrow."
"Isn't your meeting with the other Guild leaders tomorrow?"
"I changed it." He didn't once look at me since he moved. "Unless you don't want a job from me...?"
"No! No, I didn't mean it like that at all!"
"Tomorrow, then. And no spying in the meantime." He glanced in my direction without moving his head, just long enough to acknowledge me. "That's an order."
"... Yes, Guildmaster."
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stick around for ten more years for the next instalment wooooooo
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 5/?
Date: 2017-01-19 07:02 am (UTC)Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 5/?
Date: 2017-01-26 10:56 pm (UTC)Sweet Odin's beard, you're gonna give Mercer-fans epic blue balls with your timing! Still, I'm so glad you've updated because I'm on the edge of my seat (again) and marvelling on how intimately and realistically you're writing Mercer. Like, the way you've expertly written the narrator noticing Mercer's reactions and tics makes this story seriously riveting--and especially Mercer's sudden reaction to the OC's positive description of the Thieves' Guild (that's a very nice touch!). So yeah, I'm glad to have returned to this thread after so many years!
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 5/?
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I did as he said.
It was excruciating, being forbidden to see him, on top of which he didn't keep to his usual routine, either. He wasn't at the Cistern for his usual evening nap, nor could I go out looking for him. I had to stay put. His desk was stocked, the communal stew refilled and bubbling away; I didn't have much else to do but wait. Even so, I was anxious. I didn't own much other than bare essentials, and my clean set of Guild leathers were still drying from the wash. This was just another job - it really didn't matter what I was wearing, did it? I'm sure he would have specified if he wanted me to bring anything specific...
The Cistern filtered in and out with people as the hours passed by, yet still the Guildmaster did not make an appearance. I did a few odds and ends for Delvin, and while it all went well, it did nothing for the tight lump in my throat. The evening could not come any sooner.
The front door of Riftweald Manor was barred, as usual. I suppose he didn't need to bother opening it since I already know the way in. Still, that doesn't explain what he was doing for the past twenty four hours - there's barely anything in that house that could keep one busy for that long., and most of the furniture is topped with a fine layer of dust. I figured it best to let myself into Riftweald the usual way, and wait specifically where I saw him last. I was a little early, but finally the sun set over the horizon once more. I lit the torch sconce in the room in order to signal my presence. We would need it if there were documents and the like to look at, anyway.
Five, ten minutes went by in silence, other than my own nervous breathing. I leaned against his desk, which was now divested of whatever paperwork he was looking at last night. Being propped against a wall, I could see both doorways connecting the room from where I was. Regardless, I had little else to do than alternate sitting on my hands and biting down my fingernails, and the more time passed the less I looked up to appraise the sameness of my surroundings.
"Caught off guard, again."
I jolted upright with a start, straightening myself to attention. He was already within arms reach. When, and how, did he even come in? I had to do better than this. The Guildmaster shrugged off his hood, idly pulling his travelling cloak loose before draping it over a wall hook. Where did he go?
"Anyone else could have easily taken advantage of you." Taken advantage, how? And why? It's not like I keep anything valuable on me.
"Taken advantage, sir?" My eyes were drawn to his path as he paced around the room. Not a sound from the wooden floorboards. Not even from that one spot that creaked each and every time I stepped on it. He moved with such nonchalance that it was impossible to know what he was thinking, though he had an almost imperceptible swagger about him suggesting a recent success.
"The world is full of enemies. You need to know who to trust; who aren't just going to use you for their own ends." He glanced at me from across the room, scanning up and down in my direction.
"I... I'm not certain what you mean." I found myself turning away from his scrutiny, suddenly very interested in the pattern of the walls. It was much more difficult to watch him when he was looking back at me. "S-so, you had a job for me, Guildmaster?"
"Hm, yes. If you can do it, that is." He stalked closer, folding his arms in front of his chest; he was doubtful.
"I can do it." I didn't hesitate.
"Take off your clothes. All of them."
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*giggles into the stratosphere*
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"I-- what?!"
"You heard me. Do you want the job or not?" It wasn't a question. If I refused, he wasn't going to acknowledge me again. I can't refuse. I can't disappoint him.
"I-I do, Guildmaster." I turned away sheepishly as I began to remove my leathers. Why were my hands shaking? Once I was down to my plain underthings, I went to fold my clothes into a neat pile.
"I said, all of them," he snarled. "Don't make me repeat myself again." There was sharp edge of a threat in his words, and his very presence -- now stepping ever closer -- was one which exuded a dark, sinister promise which I couldn't quite place.
I wasn't afraid. I couldn't be afraid.
Every time I looked up, his eyes were still on me. I could only hold his gaze for a few moments at a time as I removed my undershirt and shorts. A thick, heady haze settled over my mind, drowning out my peripheries until only he remained.
Mercer Frey, Guildmaster.
He was close -- too close. I hadn't even notice his approach. Placing two fingers at the base of my chin, he tilted my head up to meet his gaze.
"Good girl. Now sit on the desk, and spread your legs."
My toes barely grazed the floor as I lifted myself onto the desk, trying my best to ignore my heart pounding out of my chest. I started at my hands in my lap, shifting uncomfortably.
"Don't you trust your Guildmaster?" He crooned, pulling up a chair. He seemed in a significantly better mood than moments earlier, the corners of his lips quirked subtly upwards.
"I-- yes." My voice sounded nothing like my own; "I trust you, Guildmaster." I held his gaze as I pulled my legs apart, knees against the edge of the desk.
He sat down before me, eyes dark as they lingered over my body. It was the same as when he would appraise his possessions - that intense leer of hunger and ownership. Pulling out some leather strips, he twirled and tugged on them between his fingers to test their strength. Apparently satisfied, he tied my ankle to the leg of the desk, one after the other. My breathing grew ragged. Even if I wanted to leave, it was impossible now. I had to stay. I had to be good.
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he admired his handiwork. I didn't dare move and kept my hands braced against the desk behind my back. My mouth was dry, and no amount of lip licking was helping. The heat radiating from my face was so intense that I could barely think straight. Why was I reacting like this?
With no sense of urgency, he removed his gauntlets, cracking each one of his knuckles as he did so. Placing his hands just above my knees, -- I jumped at the contact, goosebumps raising up my spine -- he slowly, languidly drew his hands up my thighs. They were rough, fingertips calloused, and moved in a way which flaunted the culmination of decades of training and experience. Experience in what, specifically, my mind would not -- perhaps could not -- envision. His hands grazed along my sides and back down again, as if to assess the shape and value. I wasn't at all as curvy as Vex or even Tonilia, -- not yet -- and I couldn't help but feel inadequate because of that fact.
His thumb brushed against my nipple and I couldn't help but whimper, body instinctively pulling away if it weren't for his free hand at the small of my back. Tugging and tweaking the flesh between thumb and forefinger, he leaned in, the tip of his tongue drawing a thin stripe from navel to sternum. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to keep still. He was so close. I could touch him, but I didn't dare. His gaze was molten; it spread a fire through my body and held me down easier than any physical restraint. A whimper escaped my lips as his own wrapped around a now pert nipple, tongue flicking against it as he sucked. My eyes shuttered closed, a soft rumble leaving my throat which sounded nothing like a noise I was capable of making.
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lolololo sorry guys >__>
Re: Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 5/?
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Suddenly, he bit down, hard. I yelped, hands snapping to his shoulders. He sucked, hard enough to cause pain. Grabbing the other breast, he fondled it roughly, kneading the flesh into his palm. My fingers dug into the coarse leather covering his shoulders, whines and whimpers leaving my lips despite my best efforts at holding them back. The pain mingled with pleasure was intoxicating; impossible to know where one would end and the other began.
I was panting as he pulled away, and I winced as the cool air hit my oversensitive nipple. It was red and swollen, and was likely to bruise tomorrow. The thought of carrying such a mark on my body was equally rousing, making me shudder to the core. I hastily removed my hands from the Guildmaster's shoulders as I regained myself, my face burning as I turned away.
"No. Keep your eyes forward. Burn this night into your memory." His hands settled against my thighs, eyes molten. Despite everything I couldn't read him. He didn't seem angry, yet he looked at me with such intensity that I couldn't be sure he wasn't planning on killing me before the night was over. It was the same look of hunger as when he was in a fight he knew he would win. He seemed to enjoy savouring his power and superiority. It was of the many things that drew me to him. All I wanted was his approval.
He kept his eyes on mine as I felt a finger nudging against my core. I bit my lip but otherwise did as he said, watching him with my eyebrows knit together in genuine concern. Whenever I had done this myself it was hardly pleasant -- my finger forcefully pushing against the too tight muscles just left things burning and sore. I never understood the appeal.
Yet, his own finger inched inside with no such resistance. My mouth dropped open, keening in a voice I had never heard before. His finger was much thicker than my own, yet my body clenched around it hungrily -- I could feel my pulse throbbing around him, pulling him deeper.
"You're awfully wet for someone who's never done this before." He spoke with such nonchalance, tweaking his finger experimentally as he stroked the inner walls. Mine.
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this is actually the amount i had pre written up to so now i actually have to write more oops >_>
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