Winds of Change
Winds of Change
Note: I do not own “Once Upon A Time” and I do not make a profit from writing this story. I’m just amusing myself.
Authors Note: Uhm apparently my bunnies demand dark!Archie…or at least Archie stand up to someone…
Setting: Storybrooke
Rating: NC17 (if you are underage, you should NOT be reading this. Hit the back button)
Warnings: sexual content, language,
Prompts: Wind ((table: c, prompt 01:Wind) )onceuponaprompt
Genre: Angst/Smut
Word Count: 2,261 (or about that...)
Cast: (in order of appearance/mention) Archie, Ruby, Mr. Gold (by name only)
Summary: The winds of change are upon Archie and he’s not going to let anyone take advantage of him anymore…
It was the first time in years that he finally felt alive, sure he could shrink himself and know it was probably PTSD but he didn’t want to focus on that. He wanted to focus on the fact he was alive, alive and free. The winds of change were upon him and he should have been scolded himself for breaking his most cardinal rule. And, well not free, he was waiting on Ruby, who never could show up on time in the seemingly endless years of knowing her.
About five minutes later she was rushing in, looking disheveled and out of breath. She was begging his forgiveness, something she would always get. Though it sent a spark of annoyance through him, something he wasn’t used to associating at her. She shrugged out her coat and held out a bag to him, he took it without second thought. They ate lunch together every Wednesday, it was the closest her could get her to actually attend therapy.
As she set her own bag down on the coffee table, she plopped down, flashing him a gleam of her red underwear. It wasn’t the first time that he’d caught a glimpse of what she wore under her short skirts. Usually he would reprimand himself for looking and for advert his gaze. But he didn’t want to do that now.
He found himself asking the only thing he could, “Ruby, why do you agree to meet me here, every week?”
She looked up from her sandwich, putting it down; she wiped her hands on a napkin, “Well because I like your company. It gives me some quiet time with a good friend.”
He let out a soft chuckle, she shot him a surprised glance, “Really?” he asked, making her eyes grow wide.
“What? Archie? What the fuck is this about?” she said, her voice was high and he could hear the pain words.
He sighed softly, “Ruby, I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I…I…do you realize that I’ve been in love with you for all this time and what do you do? You use me, I am your confidant, your friend, the shoulder you cry on and I’ve pushed down all the feelings I’ve had. You repeat your pattern over and over and you cry to me about it but you just do it again. You don’t even notice that I truly care, that I could make you happy. But you write me off like I’m not worthy!” he found himself almost shouting, unable to stop.
Her mouth was slack, her eyes were watering, but in a flash it turned to rage. “Excuse me? Archie, I don’t know if this is because you almost died but you crossed a line.” She said, her voice was low and firm, “Do you realize I didn’t want to be anything other than friends because I didn’t want to hurt you? Yeah, I use men, a lot of them and I never wanted to use you. If I lose you, I lose that constant in my life. That rock I need to keep me sane in this piece of shit town!”
He side stepped the coffee table to stand toe to toe with her, she was peering up at him, pale face hued pink. The look on her face was enough to make the guilt seep in, he sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m a mess,” he said, her hand reached up and stroked his face.
“I forgive you, Archie, I always will. I think I’d probably be acting the same way if it almost met my maker by falling down an elevator shaft in a mine.” She said but then her smile changed to a devious smirk, “Though I have to admit when you got all forceful and cold, it was kind of a turn on. I’ve never seen that side of you.”
He let out a harsh chuckle, “That’s because I don’t feel one should give into their dark impulses. It doesn’t accomplish anything. But it turned you on? Oh Ruby…” he shook his head at her, she shrugged.
“I know, I know, there’s something wrong with me. I get it. But I can’t help to think; my shy little Archie has a backbone and knows when to use it. I like it.”
He realized she was leaning closer, her face turned up towards his, those bright red lips coming closer to his mouth. He knew if he gave in, the kiss would grow, it would deepen and he would want more. He would want to push her down onto the couch, remove that scant piece of cloth she dared to call underwear and shove his cock inside her. “Talk to me,” she whispered, she was so close to him.
“I want you,” it came out as a growl, “I want to take you, right now.” Surprise lit her face but he recognized that hungry look in her eyes.
She slammed her lips to his, pushing her body against his. He cupped the back of her head; the other hand reached down gripped her hip. He felt his cock awaken, unable to hide or stop it. She broke the kiss as she felt it harden against her. He gasped as her hand landed firmly on his covered member, any resolve he had to stop this ceased when she began to stroke him. He bucked into her hand and her soft laughter rang through the otherwise quiet room.
“Do you want this? Do you want me?” she asked, he arched his brows.
“I think you already have your answer.”
“But if I do this, this changes us Archie…make it worth it,” she said huskily, he gently nuzzled her, as his lips sought one weak spot he knew about. As his lips and tongue grazed the pulse point on her neck, she let out a moan; he was surprised that her knees almost buckled. And when he sucked on the skin, swirling his tongue on the flesh, she bucked against him. “Jesus, Archie,” she breathed.
He pulled back, smiling a coy smile, “Didn’t think I picked up on what weak spot of yours? I’ve studied you for years, I’ve seen how you react when something touches your neck, even the lightest wind,” he purred, blowing on the damp flesh, she shivered.
His hand ghosted down her body, slipping between her legs, not surprised to find her wet. As he moved his fingers against the damp cloth she shoved herself against him. “More.” She moaned, “Please.” He pushed the fabric aside, sliding inside her with no resistance.
“God, Ruby,” he whispered, “Are you usually like this?” She shook her head.
“No.” Her voice came out as a heavy sigh, “Usually I need some form of foreplay, more than just you sucking on my neck and getting sharp with me,” she told him, a groan left her lips, “You got me this worked up, what are you going to do about it?”
He breathed out, granted he started this but he still couldn’t believe it was happening, “Bend over the arm of the couch,” he almost came at the sight of her complying with his request without hesitation. He lifted her skirt, running his palms over her barely covered cheeks. Never in his life did he ever think this would happen, it was tearing him apart.
He heard her whimper, “You sound so in control but I can feel you shaking…just give in Archie, please,” she whispered.
If that was what she wanted, who was he to deny her such a thing. He watched her roll her hips back when she heard the sound of his zipper lowering. Though his day was spiraling out of control, he still had one rational thought in his head.
“I don’t have protection,” he stated, he watched her peer at him over her shoulder.
She hesitated for one small second before she answered, “I don’t care.”
Finally his conscience spoke up and he couldn’t silence it, “What if I-“
“We’ll cross that bridge if it comes to that,” she assured him, “Right now I want you to fuck me. You started this after all…”
He smiled down at her and she wiggled her hips at him, “Well, how can I resist such a request…” His fingers made quick work of her underwear. He fell to his knees before her and just as he heard her open her mouth to ask what he was up to, he ran his tongue against her slit and she gasped. As he delved his tongue in again he could feel her grinding her hips against the arm of the couch, trying to get some friction against her clit.
Her grunts were becoming high whimpers and by the time he pulled away, he heard her let out a cry. “Stop teasing me, please, just get inside me…” she was begging for him, something he wasn’t prepared for. He had never felt more powerful in his life; it surged through him like fire.
Taking himself in hand, he traced the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, the same path he had started with his tongue. She rocked back, trying to slide him inside her and before he realized what he did, he brought his palm down on her ass. She cried out, just as surprised, but he realized it just turned her on even more.
“Please, please, please,” Her mantra reached his ears, “Archie…” she whined.
He finally gave in, placing himself at her entrance and slowly sliding in. Her breath was hitching as he sank deeper and deeper within until he filled her. He grabbed her hips and slowly began to withdraw, before slamming back inside her. She mindlessly clawed at the couch as he set a firm pace within her. He was vaguely aware the couch was starting to sway with their thrusts, but neither one cared. Especially him, not when it felt this good to be inside her and the way she was sobbing out his name. He loved the sound she made when he would almost completely pull out, and then slam back into her.
He could feel she was growing closer, she was beginning to clench tighter around him, “Ruby, God…come for me,” his voice was low, a rumble in his chest. He had never sounded like that in his life but she seemed to enjoy it as with a few more thrusts, she let out a wail and climaxed. The feeling was too much for him to take, he felt himself lose control and release inside her.
Archie looked down at her as she lay limp over the arm of the couch, a blissful smile on her lips. “Whew,” she breathed out with a light laugh. “Damn Arch…wow…”
“Yeah…I…uh…” he found himself at a loss for words as he slowly pulled out of her. He quickly grabbed some tissues and began to clean her damp thighs.
She reached for the cushions and pulled herself onto the soft leather. “I didn’t think you had that in you…” she informed him, her voice thick with sleep.
“Surprise,” he said mildly, causing her to laugh. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
She flopped to her back, looking up at him, a satisfied smile on her face, “Hell no. I do feel well fucked though.”
Now it was his turn to laugh, “I’m glad to hear. Worth the change in our relationship?” he asked as he began to busy himself by straightening their clothes.
“Mmmhmmm,” she purred, a wicked grin appeared on her lips, “I think I’m gonna need more of that Doctor…”
“Shall I write you a prescription?” he teased.
She giggled at him, “Yes. I’m gonna need that twice a day, maybe three… every day…Think you’re up for that?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” he told her, “But first I should sanitize the couch, I do have an appointment in…” his eyes drifted to the clock and his heart stopped. “Two minutes.”
She just laughed, pulling herself into a sitting position, “Aww too bad, because I’m ready to go again.”
“You are incorrigible,” he informed her, shaking his head as he cleaned the couch.
She watched him with an amused smirk. “I’m aware. I’ll see you later…” she said, standing shakily, she reached for him, pulling him close. Their lips met in a fiery kiss as the door burst open and Henry Mills walked in.
“Eww,” he said, Ruby pulled away, rolling her eyes.
“Shut up Kid, kissing is fun,” she spat at him, grabbing her things and strode for the door. As soon as she was behind Henry she winked to Archie and continued on her way.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Henry peered at Archie in a way that made Archie uncomfortable. “So, did you recruit someone else to Operation Cobra?” he asked, thankfully sitting on the unsullied end of the couch, though Archie had sanitized, he would just have to steer his patients away from that end.
“Who? Ruby? Why?” he asked, Henry held out the book to him.
He flipped to one page, pointing to a picture of a woman draped in red, holding a Cricket in her gloved palm. “Because Red Riding Hood’s most trusted friend, besides her Grandmother, was Jiminy Cricket. The book says that they had a love that would never be. I don’t know what it means by that since it seems like you got along just fine, just like you two now.”
Archie chuckled, “That is a discussion to have when you’re older,” her said, trying to be stern.
Henry pouted and set the book down on the coffee table, “You’re no fun.”
“I know, you’ve said that before…now why do you think that?” With that question, Henry’s session began.
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End
Note: I do not own “Once Upon A Time” and I do not make a profit from writing this story. I’m just amusing myself.
Authors Note: Uhm apparently my bunnies demand dark!Archie…or at least Archie stand up to someone…
Setting: Storybrooke
Rating: NC17 (if you are underage, you should NOT be reading this. Hit the back button)
Warnings: sexual content, language,
Prompts: Wind ((table: c, prompt 01:Wind) )onceuponaprompt
Genre: Angst/Smut
Word Count: 2,261 (or about that...)
Cast: (in order of appearance/mention) Archie, Ruby, Mr. Gold (by name only)
Summary: The winds of change are upon Archie and he’s not going to let anyone take advantage of him anymore…
It was the first time in years that he finally felt alive, sure he could shrink himself and know it was probably PTSD but he didn’t want to focus on that. He wanted to focus on the fact he was alive, alive and free. The winds of change were upon him and he should have been scolded himself for breaking his most cardinal rule. And, well not free, he was waiting on Ruby, who never could show up on time in the seemingly endless years of knowing her.
About five minutes later she was rushing in, looking disheveled and out of breath. She was begging his forgiveness, something she would always get. Though it sent a spark of annoyance through him, something he wasn’t used to associating at her. She shrugged out her coat and held out a bag to him, he took it without second thought. They ate lunch together every Wednesday, it was the closest her could get her to actually attend therapy.
As she set her own bag down on the coffee table, she plopped down, flashing him a gleam of her red underwear. It wasn’t the first time that he’d caught a glimpse of what she wore under her short skirts. Usually he would reprimand himself for looking and for advert his gaze. But he didn’t want to do that now.
He found himself asking the only thing he could, “Ruby, why do you agree to meet me here, every week?”
She looked up from her sandwich, putting it down; she wiped her hands on a napkin, “Well because I like your company. It gives me some quiet time with a good friend.”
He let out a soft chuckle, she shot him a surprised glance, “Really?” he asked, making her eyes grow wide.
“What? Archie? What the fuck is this about?” she said, her voice was high and he could hear the pain words.
He sighed softly, “Ruby, I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I…I…do you realize that I’ve been in love with you for all this time and what do you do? You use me, I am your confidant, your friend, the shoulder you cry on and I’ve pushed down all the feelings I’ve had. You repeat your pattern over and over and you cry to me about it but you just do it again. You don’t even notice that I truly care, that I could make you happy. But you write me off like I’m not worthy!” he found himself almost shouting, unable to stop.
Her mouth was slack, her eyes were watering, but in a flash it turned to rage. “Excuse me? Archie, I don’t know if this is because you almost died but you crossed a line.” She said, her voice was low and firm, “Do you realize I didn’t want to be anything other than friends because I didn’t want to hurt you? Yeah, I use men, a lot of them and I never wanted to use you. If I lose you, I lose that constant in my life. That rock I need to keep me sane in this piece of shit town!”
He side stepped the coffee table to stand toe to toe with her, she was peering up at him, pale face hued pink. The look on her face was enough to make the guilt seep in, he sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m a mess,” he said, her hand reached up and stroked his face.
“I forgive you, Archie, I always will. I think I’d probably be acting the same way if it almost met my maker by falling down an elevator shaft in a mine.” She said but then her smile changed to a devious smirk, “Though I have to admit when you got all forceful and cold, it was kind of a turn on. I’ve never seen that side of you.”
He let out a harsh chuckle, “That’s because I don’t feel one should give into their dark impulses. It doesn’t accomplish anything. But it turned you on? Oh Ruby…” he shook his head at her, she shrugged.
“I know, I know, there’s something wrong with me. I get it. But I can’t help to think; my shy little Archie has a backbone and knows when to use it. I like it.”
He realized she was leaning closer, her face turned up towards his, those bright red lips coming closer to his mouth. He knew if he gave in, the kiss would grow, it would deepen and he would want more. He would want to push her down onto the couch, remove that scant piece of cloth she dared to call underwear and shove his cock inside her. “Talk to me,” she whispered, she was so close to him.
“I want you,” it came out as a growl, “I want to take you, right now.” Surprise lit her face but he recognized that hungry look in her eyes.
She slammed her lips to his, pushing her body against his. He cupped the back of her head; the other hand reached down gripped her hip. He felt his cock awaken, unable to hide or stop it. She broke the kiss as she felt it harden against her. He gasped as her hand landed firmly on his covered member, any resolve he had to stop this ceased when she began to stroke him. He bucked into her hand and her soft laughter rang through the otherwise quiet room.
“Do you want this? Do you want me?” she asked, he arched his brows.
“I think you already have your answer.”
“But if I do this, this changes us Archie…make it worth it,” she said huskily, he gently nuzzled her, as his lips sought one weak spot he knew about. As his lips and tongue grazed the pulse point on her neck, she let out a moan; he was surprised that her knees almost buckled. And when he sucked on the skin, swirling his tongue on the flesh, she bucked against him. “Jesus, Archie,” she breathed.
He pulled back, smiling a coy smile, “Didn’t think I picked up on what weak spot of yours? I’ve studied you for years, I’ve seen how you react when something touches your neck, even the lightest wind,” he purred, blowing on the damp flesh, she shivered.
His hand ghosted down her body, slipping between her legs, not surprised to find her wet. As he moved his fingers against the damp cloth she shoved herself against him. “More.” She moaned, “Please.” He pushed the fabric aside, sliding inside her with no resistance.
“God, Ruby,” he whispered, “Are you usually like this?” She shook her head.
“No.” Her voice came out as a heavy sigh, “Usually I need some form of foreplay, more than just you sucking on my neck and getting sharp with me,” she told him, a groan left her lips, “You got me this worked up, what are you going to do about it?”
He breathed out, granted he started this but he still couldn’t believe it was happening, “Bend over the arm of the couch,” he almost came at the sight of her complying with his request without hesitation. He lifted her skirt, running his palms over her barely covered cheeks. Never in his life did he ever think this would happen, it was tearing him apart.
He heard her whimper, “You sound so in control but I can feel you shaking…just give in Archie, please,” she whispered.
If that was what she wanted, who was he to deny her such a thing. He watched her roll her hips back when she heard the sound of his zipper lowering. Though his day was spiraling out of control, he still had one rational thought in his head.
“I don’t have protection,” he stated, he watched her peer at him over her shoulder.
She hesitated for one small second before she answered, “I don’t care.”
Finally his conscience spoke up and he couldn’t silence it, “What if I-“
“We’ll cross that bridge if it comes to that,” she assured him, “Right now I want you to fuck me. You started this after all…”
He smiled down at her and she wiggled her hips at him, “Well, how can I resist such a request…” His fingers made quick work of her underwear. He fell to his knees before her and just as he heard her open her mouth to ask what he was up to, he ran his tongue against her slit and she gasped. As he delved his tongue in again he could feel her grinding her hips against the arm of the couch, trying to get some friction against her clit.
Her grunts were becoming high whimpers and by the time he pulled away, he heard her let out a cry. “Stop teasing me, please, just get inside me…” she was begging for him, something he wasn’t prepared for. He had never felt more powerful in his life; it surged through him like fire.
Taking himself in hand, he traced the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, the same path he had started with his tongue. She rocked back, trying to slide him inside her and before he realized what he did, he brought his palm down on her ass. She cried out, just as surprised, but he realized it just turned her on even more.
“Please, please, please,” Her mantra reached his ears, “Archie…” she whined.
He finally gave in, placing himself at her entrance and slowly sliding in. Her breath was hitching as he sank deeper and deeper within until he filled her. He grabbed her hips and slowly began to withdraw, before slamming back inside her. She mindlessly clawed at the couch as he set a firm pace within her. He was vaguely aware the couch was starting to sway with their thrusts, but neither one cared. Especially him, not when it felt this good to be inside her and the way she was sobbing out his name. He loved the sound she made when he would almost completely pull out, and then slam back into her.
He could feel she was growing closer, she was beginning to clench tighter around him, “Ruby, God…come for me,” his voice was low, a rumble in his chest. He had never sounded like that in his life but she seemed to enjoy it as with a few more thrusts, she let out a wail and climaxed. The feeling was too much for him to take, he felt himself lose control and release inside her.
Archie looked down at her as she lay limp over the arm of the couch, a blissful smile on her lips. “Whew,” she breathed out with a light laugh. “Damn Arch…wow…”
“Yeah…I…uh…” he found himself at a loss for words as he slowly pulled out of her. He quickly grabbed some tissues and began to clean her damp thighs.
She reached for the cushions and pulled herself onto the soft leather. “I didn’t think you had that in you…” she informed him, her voice thick with sleep.
“Surprise,” he said mildly, causing her to laugh. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
She flopped to her back, looking up at him, a satisfied smile on her face, “Hell no. I do feel well fucked though.”
Now it was his turn to laugh, “I’m glad to hear. Worth the change in our relationship?” he asked as he began to busy himself by straightening their clothes.
“Mmmhmmm,” she purred, a wicked grin appeared on her lips, “I think I’m gonna need more of that Doctor…”
“Shall I write you a prescription?” he teased.
She giggled at him, “Yes. I’m gonna need that twice a day, maybe three… every day…Think you’re up for that?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” he told her, “But first I should sanitize the couch, I do have an appointment in…” his eyes drifted to the clock and his heart stopped. “Two minutes.”
She just laughed, pulling herself into a sitting position, “Aww too bad, because I’m ready to go again.”
“You are incorrigible,” he informed her, shaking his head as he cleaned the couch.
She watched him with an amused smirk. “I’m aware. I’ll see you later…” she said, standing shakily, she reached for him, pulling him close. Their lips met in a fiery kiss as the door burst open and Henry Mills walked in.
“Eww,” he said, Ruby pulled away, rolling her eyes.
“Shut up Kid, kissing is fun,” she spat at him, grabbing her things and strode for the door. As soon as she was behind Henry she winked to Archie and continued on her way.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Henry peered at Archie in a way that made Archie uncomfortable. “So, did you recruit someone else to Operation Cobra?” he asked, thankfully sitting on the unsullied end of the couch, though Archie had sanitized, he would just have to steer his patients away from that end.
“Who? Ruby? Why?” he asked, Henry held out the book to him.
He flipped to one page, pointing to a picture of a woman draped in red, holding a Cricket in her gloved palm. “Because Red Riding Hood’s most trusted friend, besides her Grandmother, was Jiminy Cricket. The book says that they had a love that would never be. I don’t know what it means by that since it seems like you got along just fine, just like you two now.”
Archie chuckled, “That is a discussion to have when you’re older,” her said, trying to be stern.
Henry pouted and set the book down on the coffee table, “You’re no fun.”
“I know, you’ve said that before…now why do you think that?” With that question, Henry’s session began.
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End