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fantasticfourthwingimagines · 2 days ago

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Complicated Pairing - Garrick Tavis x RiorsonSister!Reader Summary - You're finally reunited with your brother and your long term crush after years of separation, and one of the first things Garrick does is catch you hooking up with a fellow cadet. You've finally given up on him, so why is everyone insisting he's jealous? Word Count - 3.8k Warnings - Language, but that's it!

“Gotta admit, Gamlyn. That was fun.” You said, tugging your clothes back into place the best you could in the cramped closet.

Ridoc grinned at you. “Anytime you want a repeat sweetheart, you let me know.”

You threw him a smirk, still catching your breath. “I might take you up on that.” And you might. It had been nice having a release after all the adrenaline from the fight you two had sparring on assessment day. While you didn’t know him that well, you had a nice feeling about Ridoc. He was in your squad and seemed like a good person. “Now we should get back -”

The door flew open, causing you to stumble into Ridoc’s arms who thankfully caught you. The light blinded you both for a minute before a large figure blocked it out, his arms crossed over his chest.

Shit. Well at least it wasn’t Xaden or Ridoc might not be alive right now.

“Damn it Garrick, you scared the shit out of me!” You said, stepping out of Ridoc’s arms to shove him out of the way.

Garrick’s hand clamped on your hip, hot and possessive, and the jolt it sent through you made you hate yourself a little. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked - voice low, lethal - but his gaze wasn’t brotherly. It was territorial, and he was looking over your shoulder at Ridoc who you guessed was probably about to shit his pants.

“Woah, calm down, we were just . . . Blowing off some steam.” You said, shrugging your shoulders and trying to get Garrick’s attention on you by tapping his . . . Ridiculously toned chest.

It worked, but you weren’t a fan of the result. In all the years that you’d known Garrick, you’d never seen him look so angry at you. “Oh? Do you think Xaden would be fine knowing I’d found you in a closet with him?” He snapped, his eyes dark and sharp.

Now it was your turn to be upset. “Why the hell would I tell him anything about this?” You asked in disbelief. It’s not like you wanted Ridoc dead.

“Uh, why am I getting the feeling you two know each other?” Ridoc spoke up behind you.

“I’m pretty much her brother-” Garrick started, looking at Ridoc like he was about to rip his head off.

That one cuts deeper than you care to admit. You bite it down with the same blade you’ve been using for years to carve him out of your heart. You took a step back so his hand fell off you and at his side instead. “No. He’s my brother’s best friend.” You snapped. Who was he to come around and judge you for your decisions anyway? “And someone who has no right to try and make choices for me.”

His gaze shot back to you. “I’m your section leader-”

Was he trying to pull rank?! On you?! Now?! Fury must have shone through your eyes, but Garrick didn’t back down. “Who has no say in who I have sex with!” You’d spent years pining after him, dreaming about what it would be like to have his attention, and now, as soon as you stop hoping, he shows up acting like he still gets a say?

His eyes flashed with pure shock for a moment before a fire blazed in them, and he leaned down, invading your space. “Maybe not, but I’m sure your brother would love to know what you’re doing with a squadmate in his Wing.” He added as if you needed the clarification.

“Riorson is your brother?!”

That’s it. You were going to kill Garrick Tavis. You turned back to give Ridoc a sheepish smile. “Did I not mention that?”

Garrick let out a snort, and you turned around to find the asshole looking pleased with himself.

Gods you’d never been so pissed at him. “You know, section leader?” You spat the words like they tasted foul. “You can go fuck right off, and hope and pray to Dunne that I don’t stick spiders in your bed again like Bodhi dared me to when I was thirteen. Or maybe I’ll let Ridoc do a full report after our next closet rendezvous. I’m sure you’d love that.” You shoot him a certain finger, and turned on your heel, throwing over your shoulder, “And go ahead - report me. I’m sure Xaden would love to hear about his baby sister’s sex life from you.” You added, calling his bluff.

Garrick didn’t say anything. His jaw ticked, like he was chewing on words he wanted to hurl after you, but they never came.

Good. Let him choke on them.

“You know, now that I’m looking at you, the two of you kinda look alike.”

Surprised, you turned to look at an appraising Ridoc who had fallen into step beside you. “Wait - you’re not - you’re not running for the hills based on what you found out?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Should I be?”

You blinked. That . . . wasn’t a reaction you were used to. Most people either ran or kissed your ass the second they connected you to Xaden. Ridoc? He didn’t even flinch. You were sure as soon as anyone in your squad found out who you were that they’d want nothing to do with you. Mostly because, you weren’t afraid to admit, your brother was in fact fucking terrifying the majority of the time. “I - I guess not. I just assumed you would be.”

Ridoc slung his arm around your shoulders. “Listen, I’m not about to let a little thing like your super hot, but totally scary brother get in the way of what I think is the start to a beautiful friendship.”

Something warm unfurled in your chest - not the kind of heat that came from adrenaline or attraction, but something steadier. Safer. Like you’d found something you didn’t even know you needed. You’d had people your whole life, friends and family you loved, but . . . They’d always been Xaden’s friends first. Ridoc? He felt like a friend just for you. “A beautiful friendship, huh?”

“I would say friends with benefits, but I don’t think Tavis is going to let you stay single for long.” Ridoc said, raising his eyebrows at you with a smirk.

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Ridoc drew the both of you to a stop. “Did you miss the way he was preparing to crush my skull with those enormous, unfairly sexy biceps?”

You rolled your eyes. “He was just being overprotective on Xaden’s behalf.”

Ridoc stared at you, and you got the distinct impression that he didn’t believe a word you said. He shook his head though, and the two of you started walking again. “Sureeee . . . Whatever you say. Now, how are you in history? Because I’m pretty sure without some help I’m definitely going to fail.”

If only he knew the real history. “Unfortunately my dear friend-” you wrapped your own arm around his waist, giving him an apologetic smile. “When it comes to history, we are well and truly fucked.”

“Fuck.”

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You were still irritated at Garrick when it came time for your little meeting with the rest of the marked ones. In fact, you were feeling pretty irritated about everything until you took a step outside and found someone waiting for you. “Liam.” You said, a bright smile forming on your lips at the sight of your fellow blonde cadet.

“I was sent here to get you out of a foul mood?” He said, raising his eyebrows at you, but his grin made you feel right at home.

You frowned, proving his point, but quickly wiped it away as you stepped forward to wrap your arms around the boy you considered your second brother. “People are being dumb. I don’t like it.” You murmured into his shoulder.

Liam laughed, returning your hug for a moment before pulling away. He put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “You know, you might not be surrounded by so many dumb people if you’d gone to the squad you were supposed to.” He said, raising his eyebrows at you.

Immediately you’re annoyed again. You turn your back on him, letting out a groan. “I’ve already had my lecture from Xaden, I don’t need another one from you.”

He hurried to catch up with you, slipping an arm around your shoulders. “No lecture. Just reminding you of how we could be kicking ass together.”

“I got curious about her. She’s supposed to be this weak, fragile thing, yet the first time I saw her she’s practically chopping off Barlowe’s balls.” You shrugged as the two of you approached the other marked ones. “Plus I thought it might help Xaden . . .” Gods you wished he could see that. That your brother could know all you wanted to do was try and make his life a little easier.

The man in question glanced up as the two of you neared the quiet crowd, and Xaden gave the smallest smile, meant only for you. Garrick was next to him, but you pointedly ignored him, returning your brother’s little smile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the shift - Garrick’s jaw tightened, eyes tracking you like you were something he couldn’t look away from.

You pretended not to notice.

Of course Liam picked up on it, he picked up on everything. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not just upset about Xaden?” He said, nodding pointedly to Garrick.

You clenched your jaw.

Liam smirked, shaking his head. “What did he do this time?”

“You mean besides treating me like a child who’s not old enough to enjoy some male company when the mood strikes her?” You snapped before you could think better of it.

The smirk on Liam’s face only widened. “Thank gods it’s finally happening.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked, your voice pitched just a little too high. Defensive.

Liam wiggled his brows. “Just that Garrick is circling like a territorial dragon and you’re pretending you don’t like it.”

“I don’t,” you said automatically, but the heat in your cheeks said otherwise.

“Come on, it’s obvious. We’ve all been waiting for it to happen for years.” Liam said, smirking at you.

Your heart pounded harder in your chest, but you couldn’t figure out why. “What are you talking about?”

“Garrick finally realizing he’s in love with you.” Liam answered matter of factly.

If you had been drinking something you would have choked on it. “Liam, what the fuck?” You gasped.

“Oh come on,” he said, looking at you in disbelief. “It’s so damn obvious. We’ve been taking bets for forever on how long before he noticed your massive crush and realized how perfect you two are for each other.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your face as your eyes glanced at the man in question for the briefest moment. He was talking to Xaden, and your heart gave its all too familiar lurch at the sight of him.

His head tilted like he felt your eyes on him. Just for a second. His brows drew together, confused, like he couldn’t quite figure out what you were thinking. Or maybe what he was.

You looked away, fighting back a sigh. It’d be pointless to deny your crush. You hadn’t known how to be subtle about it when you were younger. Now though? You could hide it. Try to move on from it. Which you definitely wouldn’t be doing if there was a chance that Garrick was into you. “Well that’s never going to happen,” you muttered, forcing your eyes away from Garrick. “I got the message loud and clear when he called me his best friend’s little sister like I wasn’t even standing there.”

Liam’s smirk never faded. “Want to test that theory?”

This was ridiculous. There was no way Garrick Tavis had any sort of feelings for you other than being his best friend’s little sister. “You’re wasting your time.” You told him, rolling your eyes.

“Which means you’ve got nothing to lose.” He grinned. “Unless you’re scared he might actually feel something back.”

You scowled. “This is ridiculous.”

“So prove it,” he said, eyes dancing.

. . . Liam knew you entirely too well. You couldn’t back down from a challenge. “Fine, what pointless thing do you want to do?”

Liam slung his arm around your shoulders again, tugging you right against his side. “You don’t have to do anything. Just go with it.” He said, turning his attention back to Xaden who had started speaking.

You’d been on the receiving end of enough Xaden lectures to not feel bad about your lack of attention. He was talking to the rest of the first years, figuring out what he could do to help them. It made you proud to be his sister. Was he harsh? Yes. Was he telling them things they needed to hear? Yes again.

“Watch his body language.” Liam whispered to you.

You did what he asked, letting yourself look at Garrick as Xaden continued to speak, splitting up the first years between Garrick and Imogen. “Garrick’s the best fighter we have, but Imogen’s right there with him.”

“Well actually-” Garrick looked over at you, but froze immediately.

Liam turned his head, letting his lips come so close to your ear that his breath made you shiver. “Jaw and fists,” he murmured. Then, more playfully: “Let’s test a theory.” Before you could ask what he meant, he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your cheek.

You did what Liam said, keeping your eyes locked on Garrick’s body as he took in the sight of you and Liam. Surprise flooded your system as Garrick’s eyes narrowed on Liam’s arm, his jaw clenched. Your eyes traveled down his tense arms to his hands which were now clenched into fists. All signs that Garrick was not happy about what he was seeing. Something low and wild stirred in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was victory or something more dangerous, but it hit you hard.

“Yeah, well we’d all be great fighters too if Xaden was our brother, and had been training us since birth.” A cadet snapped near you.

You turned slowly, leveled him with a glare, and flipped him off without a word. Liam stifled a laugh next to you. Garrick, though? He stepped forward before Xaden could respond, his eyes burning into the cadet.

“You might want to think before you speak again, cadet,” Garrick said, his voice low and dangerous. “She’s the last person you want as an enemy.”

Your eyes widened in shock and . . . pride. You glanced back up at Xaden who was clearly fighting a smile and Garrick still looked like he would like nothing better than to let Chradh drag the kid around by the foot and grin while he did so. He was hardly one who easily got mad or upset, and you knew you wouldn’t want that look he was giving the cadet thrown in your direction.

“Do you believe me now?” Liam whispered in your ear again, and you playfully shoved him with your shoulder.

“He’s just being protective.” You muttered, but even to your own ears the words sounded thin.

Liam snorted. “Protective? Please. Xaden’s not throwing daggers with his eyes every time I touch you.” He said, subtly nodding in the man’s direction.

You followed his nod. Garrick’s jaw was tight again. His arms were crossed. His gaze flicked to where Liam still held you, like it physically pained him.

It was hard for you to deny it. Was Liam actually right? You let out a soft sigh and rested your head against Liam’s shoulder like you’d done thousands of times before. “He still told Ridoc he was like my brother.” You admitted.

Liam was silent for a couple of moments. “Well, I never said he wasn’t an idiot.”

You had to fight back a laugh, but the humor died as you looked back to find Garrick’s eyes on you again. He crossed his arms over his chest, and he actually looked . . . Upset. For a moment, guilt twisted in your gut, but then heat bloomed in your chest.

Seriously? He could look at you like that - like you’d just betrayed him - after all his lecturing, all his possessive bullshit? He didn’t get to act like that. Not when he’d made it clear you were just someone to protect. Not when he’d told Ridoc you were like a sister.

If you wanted to crawl into Liam’s lap or fuck half the damn quadrant, it was your business. Not his.

You turned your gaze away from him, focusing back on the conversation right at the moment when they were complaining about Violet. You rolled your eyes. “She’s stuck here too, you know.”

The whole group quieted, turning toward you.

“What?” You heard Imogen say, clearly offended.

You straightened, lifting your head off Liam’s shoulder. “I said, Violet’s stuck here just like the rest of us. Bleeding the same blood. Going through the same hell we are. Her mother’s a monster, yeah - but Violet’s not her, and shouldn’t we be striving to show the Navarrians that we’re better than they are by not punishing them for the sins of their parents?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You hated Violet’s mother. Given the chance you’d probably try and kill her too. But Violet was not her mother, just like you and Xaden weren’t Fen. She’s lost a brother, at least she thought she had, and you’d lost a father. Hadn’t everybody already lost enough?

“What the hell, are you seriously defending her now?” Imogen snapped, her expression twisting like you’d just stabbed her in the back.

You knew Imogen couldn’t stand her, and you hated pissing off your friend, but you also thought she was wrong. You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s hard not to respect a girl who’s got the guts to put a dagger to some asshole’s balls the first time you see her.” You admitted.

Imogen couldn’t say anything to that, because she knew you were right. She also wasn’t going to admit it either.

“I will take care of Sorrengail.” Xaden said, cutting through the tension with a voice like steel. He shot a glance at Imogen, then at you - unmistakably a warning to drop it.

The conversation ended quickly after that, but before you could leave Xaden called you over to him. “Great, time for another lecture.” You muttered to Liam, who just laughed and gave you a shove toward Xaden and Garrick.

“Are you still pissed off?” Xaden asked you, not wasting any time, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Are you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him and matching his posture, crossing your own arms while you completely ignored the man standing beside him.

He didn’t answer for a moment, but then let out a sigh. “I was trying to keep you away from this as much as possible.”

“Well that sure was a dumbass move on your part. Guess Garrick’s bad judgement is contagious.” You glared at both of them, pulse hammering in your ears. “You need to accept that I’m in this. I’m your sister, and I love you. That means I’m not going anywhere.” Finally you turned to Garrick plastering on the fakest smile you could summon. “And you? You can still fuck right off.” You spun on your heel. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m exhausted. Try getting your heads out of your asses.”

It was strangely cathartic to tell off your brother and Garrick, like they hadn’t just taken off two years ago, and the three of you were right back at Riorson house. All you needed was to add Bodhi to the picture. Gods you wished you were back in Aretia instead of this place you had to call home for the next three years. You were almost at the door when a call of your name made you groan.

“Wait, please!” Garrick called, and you felt his arm grip your wrist way faster than he should have been.

You glanced back at where Xaden was, measuring the distance. “How the hell did you get over here so fast?” You asked in disbelief.

Garrick ignored your words. “I don’t like it when you’re mad at me. Especially when I’ve barely gotten to see you the past two years.”

Irritation leapt up once more, and you yanked your wrist out of his grip. “Well I don’t like being mad at you when I’ve missed you like crazy for the past two years, but when you do dumb shit like act like an overprotective brother-” you spat the word like it was poison, “-you don’t give me much of a choice.”

Garrick actually flinched like you’d slapped him. His mouth parted slightly, like the word had knocked the air right out of his lungs. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Why not? That’s what you are right? Just another overprotective brother-”

One moment you were facing Garrick, and the next your back hit the wall, his body crowding yours, the heat of him pressing in. His hand landed on your hip, strong and grounding, thumb brushing slow, gentle strokes that sent a wildfire through your veins. Your heart stuttered stupidly at his closeness, but before you could say anything he did. “I am not your brother, and I definitely do not look at you like a sister.”

Oh fuck it felt so good to be this close to him. You felt crowded in the very best way - absolutely protected and safe. If only that feeling applied to your heart too. “Then tell me, Garrick,” you whispered, voice trembling despite your best efforts. “How do you look at me?” You asked, even though you were terrified of the answer.

Garrick didn’t answer at first, instead letting his free hand rise to your face, and you closed your eyes as he brushed some escaped hair behind your ears like he’d done a million times before, but somehow this time it felt a million times more intimate. “Fuck, I don’t know.” The words came out raw, almost broken. “It’s like . . . you’ve always been there, and now I can’t look at you without -” He cut himself off.

Well that . . . Was not the answer you wanted to hear, but it sure woke you up. You opened your eyes and placed your hands on his chest, ignoring how muscular it was and shoving him back from you so you could get past him to the door. “Then you need to figure it the fuck out.” You shoved past him, fury and heartbreak warring in your chest. “And don’t expect me to sit around waiting while you do.”

You didn’t look back, and the door slammed behind you so hard it rattled the frame.

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its-luna-noel · 14 hours ago

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rain on sunday | gojo x reader

You and Satoru Gojo have just started dating. Gojo's eager to make it to the next stage of the relationship, but he's not sure how.

tags: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, virgin!gojo, slight nerdjo vibes but that's not the main focus, new relationship, slight dommy mommy vibes, subby gojo, he's a whimpering pathetic mess okay, oral (m! & f! receiving), some talking through it (literally teaching him as you go), mostly gojo pov

word count: 4.8k

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Satoru Gojo has never even had his first kiss.

Hard to believe, almost impossible. A guy that attractive, that charismatic, that goddamn irresistible should have people all over him, shouldn’t he? And he supposes he does; he has men and women and every other gender under the sun wanting him, yearning for him.

And yet, no one will touch him.

Because that’s the problem, isn’t it? Attention like that has made him untouchable, a work of art, a god.

And gods don’t get kissed, they get worshiped.

So when you come into his life and treat him like a normal guy – well, a very attractive guy, but a normal guy nonetheless – he has no idea how to handle it.

Your first two dates go very well, the two of you joking and laughing the entire time, and he feels so warm around you. But when he leaves that night, he thinks he’s starting to hurt your feelings when he averts his eyes and doesn’t kiss you on your doorstep.

But you still text him the next morning: i had fun last night! dinner at my place next week?

Satoru can’t help but sigh as he stares at his phone. He’s not sure what you’re expecting, but the fact that you’re inviting him over gives him a pretty good idea that you, at the very least, want more.

But he can’t say no to you; how could he? You’re beautiful, and funny, and sweet, and everything he could ever hope for. So he texts back, Me too, sweet girl. Sunday work for you?

He tosses aside his phone, sighing again and propping his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he’s getting into.

Sunday comes slowly, giving him time and space to relax a little about the prospect of being alone with you in your home. He’s not sure what it’ll come to, and he can’t spend his time worrying about how it might go when he’s nervous for their first kiss.

Or first…other things. He clears his throat and adjusts himself in the car seat at the thought.

Rain patters against his windshield, and he has the heater blasting as he pulls up in front of your apartment. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before he gets out, jogging through the rain up to the front door of your apartment.

You’re waiting to let him in, your smile more radiant than the cloud-covered sun when you open the door. “Hi,” you breathe, and he can’t help but smile back.

“Hi,” he replies, and he holds out a small bouquet of flowers he bought for you, partially because he’s pretty sure that’s what he’s supposed to do, but mostly because he saw them and thought of you. “I hope you like roses.”

You hum, pressing your nose into the bundle of flowers and inhaling deeply. “I do,” you reply, and your smile has softened now, looking up at him with eyes so gentle it makes him want to kiss you senseless.

God, he wishes he knew how.

You turn and start to lead him up to your apartment, and he tries to keep his eyes off the way your hips sway, the way your ass bounces with every step. He knows he shouldn’t be objectifying you like this, but here he is.

He swallows and averts his eyes.

You let him into your apartment, and it’s small and cozy, just like he imagined. There are decorations everywhere and pictures on the walls, little pieces of you that he can’t help but adore.

He watches you put the flowers in a vase on your kitchen counter, sneaking another sniff. He can’t help but smile, charmed that you seem to like them so much. Then he rolls up his sleeve and moves to the kitchen. “Alright, put me to work.”

You walk over, your arm brushing his; he has to hold back a shiver. You push a cutting board and knife towards him, instructing him to chop the vegetables as you work at the stove.

As a team, you finish making dinner, and then you have a nice, civil conversation over dinner, laughing lightheartedly over cute little jokes.

Satoru is dying.

He’s torn – utterly divided between taking you in his arms or running out the front door with his tail between his legs. He wishes he knew how, how to take you in his arms and hold you like you’re precious, how to treat you well.

But he doesn’t, and so he stays frozen, laughing along until you walk him to the front door to wish him good night.

“Satoru,” you say, your voice so decadently sweet it drives him insane, “I–”

He doesn’t let you finish. Instead, he surges forward, grabbing your wrist and tugging you against his chest. It’s clumsy, you’re stumbling into him with a gasp, but he doesn’t care, he can’t, not when he’s leaning down and catching your lips with his, pressing hard against you for one moment, two, feeling you inhale sharply against his unyielding mouth.

Then he pulls away, and instead of feeling proud of himself, or even joyful that he finally kissed you, he sees your surprised expression, and all he feels is guilt.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammers, dropping his hold on your wrist like you’ve burned him. “I shouldn’t have– I should’ve asked first, I–”

“Satoru,” you interrupt, tilting your head curiously to the side, “it’s fine. Was…was that your first kiss?”

He lets out a huff, and he feels his cheeks burn as he looks away. “That bad, huh?” he says, self-deprecation dripping from his voice.

“No, no,” you reassure him, reaching to gently touch his arm. “I’m just…wondering.”

Without speaking, he just nods. Eyes averted in shame.

Trying to hide your smile, you bite your lip. You reach up a hand and touch his cheek, gently encouraging him to look back at you. When he does, beautiful ocean eyes meeting yours, you whisper emphatically, “It was fine, Satoru. You don’t have to apologize.”

Fine. It was fine. What an embarrassing, lackluster, disappointing way to describe a first kiss. He wants to scoff, to turn away and hide and never come back out of his apartment, but you keep him there, forcing him to maintain eye contact as you speak again.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

Satoru blinks once, then again. Surely he misheard; that’s not something you can teach, can you? It’s not something you can read up on, and if it was, he surely would be good at it already.

And surely it’s not something you can lecture him on, with your mouth otherwise engaged.

But he, ever eager to please, nods, searching your eyes for clues on what to do. How to touch you, how to hold you, as you teach him.

You bring your other hand up to his other cheek, so that now you’re cradling his face between your palms, still gazing into his shining eyes. You whisper, “Close your eyes.”

He hesitates, so nervous he feels a twisting in his gut – or is that something else? But he follows your directions and lets his eyes fall shut, white lashes brushing against his cheeks as he waits.

“Just follow my lead,” you say, and then you’re kissing him.

It’s soft, gentle, so much more hesitant than the first time your lips met. Just the barest brush of lips… And then you tip your chin and part your lips softly, just enough to move your lips with his in a way that has his knees giving way. He reaches for you with shaky hands, taking your arm again but this time with a gentle grip, his long fingers circling wrist and feeling your pulse thump evenly, stubbornly, against his skin.

You kiss him until he starts to melt into you, losing his nervous composure in favor of moving his lips with yours.

You pull back slightly for air, and his eyes flutter open, and he feels drunk on you when he rasps, “More.”

You can’t help it; you let out a little giggle, smiling up at him. You lean in teasingly and whisper, your tone playful, “Do you want me to teach you how to use your tongue?”

He almost moans right there at the idea. He nods desperately, already leaning back in to catch your lips again.

You hum against his mouth, and your tongue brushes his lower lip, waiting for him to do the same. But his movement is a little too eager, the way he breaches your mouth and shoves his tongue inside to taste you far too greedily. You put your hand on his chest and try to slow him down, pulling away just enough to murmur against his lips, “Relax, Satoru. Relax your tongue. Slow down a little.”

So he does, relaxing so the wet muscle isn’t so oppressive, and it becomes slow and sensual as his tongue starts stroking yours gently. He’s a fast learner, and as soon as he’s listening to you and matching your movements, you find yourself getting lost in the kiss as well, fingers knotting themselves in the front of his shirt to pull him closer.

He groans into your mouth as you do, tilting his head further to get a better angle to explore you. As he starts to slowly, cautiously, take the lead, he sinks his fingers into your hair and holds you still while he licks into your mouth, wet heat setting you aflame while he explores your mouth.

You moan back into his mouth, returning the gesture, swirling your tongue with his. His tongue delves deeper into your mouth, tasting all corners. You open even further, letting him in. He just moans again, and his hands roam your arms, rubbing up and down until he gains the courage to rise up your neck and to your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands as he kisses you more enthusiastically, now that he knows how. You match his fervor, kissing him hard enough to push him against the wall next to your front door. He gasps into your mouth, hands clutching at your waist.

You start kissing down his neck. “Let me go down on you,” you murmur, nipping lightly at his neck. “Let me show you what it feels like.”

He huffs a laugh, leaning his head back against the wall as you continue kissing down his neck. “I can imagine what it feels like, sweet thing,” he pants, chest heaving. “That…that beautiful mouth…”

You shake your head, slowly kissing lower, hands rising and bunching up his shirt as you push it up his torso. “Not like this,” you breathe.

His own breath catches in his throat; he’d been shirtless in front of people, sure, but not like this, not with hands roaming under the fabric and tracing every muscular line of his abdomen. He helps you take the shirt off, pulling it over his head and discarding it, back arching into your touch with a whiney moan. He’d be embarrassed by the sound if he wasn’t so fucking turned on that it ached.

You just continue kissing down his body, licking at his abs like you find him so damn irresistible. You work your way down his body until your lips press against the button of his jeans. He gasps, hips reflexively bucking at your teasing, and you grin up at him as you slowly unbutton his pants.

He hesitates, his hands hovering over yours. Insecure and unsure for the very first time.

You coo at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. “It’s okay, baby,” you whisper, hands roaming his sides and belly. “I’ll take care of you.”

He huffs again, this time more breathlessly. “It’s not you I’m worried about, I-I–”

“Shhh,” you soothe lips tracing a path of fire down his neck once more. “Just relax. You don’t have to worry with me.”

So he tries not to. He puts his concerns – that he won’t be good enough, that something about him will make you pull away disappointed – to the back of his mind, and he instead closes his eyes and chooses to feel.

Feel your fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans and pushing them down his strong thighs.

Feel you help him step out of the denim before throwing it aside.

Feel your breath puff over his thinly clothed erection, only separated by the fabric of his tight boxer briefs. He hisses when he feels the heat of your exhale, letting his eyes open to see you gazing at the outline of his cock with a hunger so profound it leaves him speechless.

“You’re so big,” you say, your voice so filled with awe he might have laughed, if he wasn’t still so damn nervous.

Then you look up at him through your lashes and ask, “Can I take these off?” You tug at the elastic band of his underwear.

He nods wordlessly. Too fucking overwhelmed to even try to speak.

You dip your fingers beneath the waistband, slowly – achingly so – pulling his boxers down, your eyes following the line of pale hair down, down, your North Star until your breath catches in your throat when you unveil the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Blushed pink and already leaking precum, his length springs from its confines.

Your mouth is watering just looking at it.

And so you lean in, your lips just barely brushing his feverish skin, and he jumps beneath your touch, letting out a strangled groan. “Pretty girl,” he gasps, fingers tangling in your hair, and he can’t seem to decide whether to pull you closer or push you away.

“Relax,” you whisper, words vibrating against his cock, and he mewls, head hitting the wall as he throws it back. You smile softly, not moving away as you watch his expression. “You’re so sensitive, baby.”

Sensitive – of course he’s sensitive. He’s only ever fucked his own hand, so even the barest hint of the wet heat of your mouth is driving him crazy.

You were right; he couldn’t have imagined how this would feel. Not like this.

“Baby,” he gasps, the pet name tasting unfamiliar on his tongue as he says it, “baby, please.”

“Oh, such a pretty boy, begging already,” you croon, and then you slowly take him in your mouth.

He whines, the sound nearly a sob as you put your mouth on him. It’s so fucking good, so much better than when he fucks his hand. That toe-curling, eye-rolling heat makes him want to bust right then and there, right in your pretty little mouth.

He holds back, if only just.

You hum, and that nearly brings him to his knees, the vibration against his cock so goddamn good. You pull off with a pop, smiling up at him with a playful light in your eyes as you take him in your hand and start stroking, from base to tip. “That feel good, baby? Huh? You gonna cum already?”

He shakes his head, chest heaving, and his fingers dig into the wall behind him to try and hold on. He’s better than that, better than letting you down by cumming straight away. He has to think about anything else, anything besides the way your mouth envelopes him again while your hand drops to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. He’s not gonna cum yet, not even while you’re bobbing up and down his shaft, with your lips looking so damn pretty wrapped around him. His lips part as he watches you, and you put on a show for him, eyes still smiling up at him the whole time.

His eyes nearly cross as his dick hits the soft, sweltering tissue at the back of your throat.

A coil starts to wind in his gut, a familiar tension building that has his chest heaving. He reaches for purchase and finds your hair, fingers tangling in your tresses. He stammers your name, almost sounding panicked as his release quickly approaches, especially as you swirl your tongue so beautifully around his tip at the end of every stroke. “Baby,” he babbles, trying to pull you off, trying to warn you, but you won’t fucking listen. Instead you lean in, taking him further down your throat until he’s buried all the way to the hilt, and he cries out as his cock twitches–

And then he’s cumming.

It hits him all at once, that release, that relief of orgasm that makes his legs tremble. His hips stutter, shoving himself that much further into your mouth, pouring pearly seed down your throat.

You swallow, and he whimpers.

Finally, once you’ve sucked him dry and had your fill, you pop off of him and smile sweetly, like you didn’t just force an earth-shattering orgasm from him. “Feel okay, baby?”

If he had any energy left, he’d roll his eyes at you. But he just nods, dazed.

You gently stroke his thighs, helping soothe him and bring him back down from his release. Once he feels like his head is back on straight, he slowly blinks down at you, realizing your state of dress while he’s standing there, naked and exposed, wrung out from his orgasm.

“Your turn,” he says.

You giggle; he still looks boneless, bled dry by the overwhelming pleasure of your mouth. “It’s okay, baby; you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he says. And then he’s on the move, his hands on your hips as he guides you towards your couch. He sits you down, and then he’s the one on his knees, and you have to hold back a gasp at the sight of him between your thighs.

“Teach me,” he says, stroking your thighs through your leggings. “Show me how to make you feel good.”

So you help him slowly pull off your pants, tossing them aside before he gazes at your lace panties – you must be a naughty thing, to wear something like that without knowing if he would even kiss you, let alone fuck you. He looks up at you, nervous and unsure, and you just smile down at him and stroke his hair as you part your legs further. “Gimme your hand,” you tell him.

He offers it to you without question. You take it, squeezing it lightly. Then you guide his fingers to your underwear, letting him feel the lace before dragging his fingertips down to the apex between your legs, right over your pussy.

His breath catches. You’re so wet already, drenched just from sucking his dick.

He doesn’t know much, but he knows that’s a good sign.

While you’re letting him feel how soaked you are, he leans in, eyes flickering up to yours to make sure it’s okay before he parts his lips and lets his tongue dart out to lick the wet fabric.

His eyes roll back, and then he’s just acting on instinct.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, yanking your hips towards him, upsetting your balance and causing you to squeak in surprise. But he doesn’t stop, he can’t, and he’s ravenous as he licks another stripe up the gusset of your panties, lapping up the residual arousal soaking the fabric.

He licks and sucks at your underwear until they’re stretched out and practically translucent with spit and arousal.

You’re breathing heavily and moaning when he finally pulls back, gazing up at you like he’s searching for feedback. You smile at him, the expression wobbly with pleasure, and tell him, “Good boy.”

His heart sings at the praise. His fingers dip beneath the edge of your underwear and curl, slowly dragging the fabric down your legs. His eyes immediately find their home between your legs, where your glistening pussy is on full display.

His breath catches; he’s never seen anything prettier. His cock twitches at the sight.

He leans in, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, and he wants so badly to ravage you, to make you feel as good as you made him feel.

“Teach me,” he says again, and this time he’s begging. “Please, I wanna make you feel good.”

“Just explore, first,” you tell him. “I’ll tell you when I want you to switch things up.”

So he takes a deep breath, eyes closing as he basks in your scent, before leaning in the last couple inches and licking a soft line up the seam of your cunt. You hum in pleasure, spreading your legs more for him, and he puts his hands on your thighs to hold you there as he licks again, and again, nice and slow, just tasting and exploring your outer lips. Then he nudges a little closer, his tongue pushing between your folds to find your delicious epicenter, and he lets out a soft groan, moaning into your cunt at the taste.

On the upstroke, his tongue bumps gently into your clit, and your hips jump at the sudden contact.

He perks up at the reaction – surely that was a good sign – and turns his focus there, lapping his tongue lightly against your clit. He feels your breath catch, and you moan quietly, head falling back against the couch.

“Right there,” you sigh, hips tilting forward to increase his pressure. “Good boy, right there.”

He whines at the praise, right into your dripping cunt, and flicks his tongue against your clit again, rubbing that same spot that makes you moan. When he grows eager, he wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves and lightly sucks, still moving his tongue against it, and oh that’s a good sound, you cry out like he’s never heard before.

It seems he’s slowly making you lose your composure.

He continues to slowly feast on you, eyes trained steadily on you as he watches to make sure you like – you love – everything he’s doing to you.

“Fuck,” you moan, back arching off the couch as you start to move your hips in time with his tongue. “Keep going, feels so good, baby. Please don’t stop.”

So he keeps going; he doesn’t change a goddamn thing as he rubs his tongue against your clit, sucking lightly, until you’re shaking and panting, hands curled in his thick white hair.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum,” your voice hitches, and your hips buck into his mouth. And then you’re cumming, hips riding against his face while your cunt clenches, and he follows your every movement to keep licking your clit, not wanting to let you go for a single second.

You moan his name, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard in his life.

You’re a breathless mess, a panting heap on the couch, and he’s never seen anything so debauched. You’ve always been so put together, so composed, and seeing you like this while he’s on his knees for you is something special he’ll never forget as long as he lives. His hands gently stroke your thighs, helping bring you down from your high, as your hazy eyes gaze into his.

Then, once you’ve caught your breath and come back to earth, you smile down at him and bite your lip. “Are you done for the night?” you ask quietly, voice gentle.

His heart clenches at the thought, that you’re being so considerate for his first time with you, with anyone. But he shakes his head, because no, he’s not done, he doesn’t want to stop, he wants to feel everything you offer. Because now that he’s had a taste, he’s greedy for it, he can’t let you go without touching you everywhere, without seeing it all.

So he stands, and he helps you up, kissing up and down your neck as he cradles the back of your head. “Please, show me more,” he pleads, “please, I need more of you.”

And who are you to deny him?

You lead him to the bedroom, and you gently push him down beneath you, both of you scooting upwards until his back hits the headboard. He’s gazing at you with such open, earnest eyes that you can’t help but want to give him everything. So you ease him back and climb on top, straddling his thighs. You watch his throat as he swallows harshly, watching you as you lean over to the bedside table to grab a small bottle and a condom.

You unwrap the condom and slowly slide it onto his hardening cock, and he hisses at the pleasure, at how overstimulated it still makes him feel, and then you pour slick, slippery liquid over the condom before reaching down and rubbing between your legs. You throw your head back as you touch yourself, lubing up your entrance before you take his impressive length inside.

Then you reach down and align his tip with your drenched pussy before slowly sinking down.

You both let out a gasping breath, heads bent over in ecstasy, watching your swollen lips take him in. Your lips are parted, breath hitching and breaking as you lower yourself onto him, and you feel like he’s hitting your lungs when you finally bottom out, hips meeting his.

You take a moment, a breather. Then you moan out, “Oh, Satoru, you feel so good.”

He keens at the praise, eyes locked on the spot where you’re connected. His pupils are blown wide with pleasure, and as soon as you start moving, he cries out again, jaw clenching as he throws his head back. “Nghh!”

“Shhh, no, baby,” you whisper, and you reach up to grab his jaw to force him to look at you. “Keep watching me.”

He whines again, but he does, gazing into your eyes as you move your hips up and down on top of him. Wet sounds of sex and pleasure fill the room, and he groans every movement, every sensation. His eyes flicker down, watching your tits bounce, listening to you talk him through it the entire time.

“Yeah, baby, that feel good? You like me on top, like me riding your big fucking cock?”

He just whines in response, nodding frantically. Afraid that if he doesn’t answer, you’ll stop, and god he’d rather die than lose these sensations. His hands hold your hips, not daring to guide, just holding on for dear life as you fuck him senseless.

Then, you smile, and he knows he’s done for. “You ready?” you ask.

Ready? Ready for what? There can’t possibly be anything else you could do to make this even better, to drive him any crazier, there can’t be–

And then you lean forward, chest pressed against his, as you pick up the pace, your ass bouncing as you ride him so fucking fast it’s blinding.

“Ah! Baby, I-I can’t–” He feels his balls tighten, his belly clench, and he’s fighting it off as best he can, and his fingers dig into the plush flesh at your hips.

You’re panting softly as you reach down between you, circling your fingers over your clit. “Yes you can,” you say, encouraging him on. “Cum for me, pretty boy. Show it to me.”

And he can’t deny you– He cums, emptying himself into the condom as you continue riding him. And then, before he can go soft, you’re cumming, too, squeezing around him so hard his vision goes white and he chokes–

Finally, your hips stutter to a stop, and you just lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow as your breaths mingle. It’s quiet between you for a long moment, both of you coming back to earth. Then you pull away to meet his eyes, and he looks back at you, blinking.

“Jesus,” he breathes, and that’s all he can say.

You giggle. “You okay?” you whisper, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He nods, a little dazed. He’s coming back to his body now, and he realizes what a night he’s had, how much you’ve given him. He can hear the quiet rain pattering against the window, and he can’t believe that more time hasn’t passed; surely the universe must have changed around him, losing himself in you like that.

He wonders if he’s supposed to leave, now, to go collect his clothes and kiss you good night before stepping out into that rain and heading home. But you just rest your head against his shoulder, humming softly to yourself, and he can’t hide his smile as he wraps his arms around you, tucking you close against his chest.

“Thank you,” he says.

You smile into his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s my pleasure to teach you.”

He hums. “It sounds like I have a lot left to learn,” he jokes softly.

You grin up at him and roll him over so he’s on top of you. “Oh,” you purr, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “you have no idea.”

He huffs a laugh and meets your lips with his. Letting the rain cover all the sounds he’s about to pull from you.

He’s always been a quick study.

thanks for reading! -luna xx link to ao3

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thequeenofcurses · 2 days ago

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summary: the world’s top model had it all: fame, beauty, and ego to match. But when an accident leaves him blind, Gojo is forced to confront life without the spotlight. AU Model!Gojo x f!Reader

tldr: blind!gojo x f!reader

cw: eventual smut, kinda slow build, gojo is an ass at first, blindness :(, dddne, a lot of angst, modeling!, depression, possibly more but I'll update it as I write! also I made this cute magazine graphic just for the story 🥺!

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Cracks In The Mirror

“Perfection.”

“Beautiful.”

“Natural born star.”

Satoru Gojo has heard it all. The day he was born, the world changed its definition of beauty. People from all over the world would marvel at his rare, pure white hair and captivating cerulean blue eyes. He had everything someone could want: looks, money, confidence… everything except a humble personality.

Since his birth, he was in the world’s eye. He had modeled for everything from baby diapers to bottles to new toys. Even a famous American rock band wanted to use him as the cover for their new album.

Your hands were shaking nervously as you studied the new script in your hand while you waited in a white room. You were a model, not an actor, so why were they having you study lines!? The original plan was for you to be a “professional” model, at least that’s what your agent told you.

People had always told you that you were kinda pretty. Your friends, your parents, even random strangers you’d run into on the street. Then one day, during your high school senior talent show, some scout in the audience decided to make that everyone’s problem. You’d been modeling here and there ever since, using the gigs to help cover your college expenses.

Modeling was fun and helped build up your confidence, but you weren’t sure if you could truly “make it.” You weren’t Tao Okamoto or Mei Mei, but you didn’t let that stop you. You genuinely had fun behind the camera, and the free hair and makeup styling before the shoots were always nice, especially since you sometimes got to keep the clothes or props (at least no one ever noticed you taking pieces home here and there).

“How are you today?” Doctor Zayne questions. “Anything bothering you?”

You shook your head. “Nothing new, except the usual,” you confirm honestly. “I’m hoping I land this new commercial, though. I heard Suguru Geto might star in it as well!”

“Ah, that’s great to hear,” he smiles, quickly checking your vitals. “And how are your parents doing?”

“Good, I think,” you answer. You flip through page after page, trying to distract yourself while you’re being checked out. “They’re still not exactly happy with my life decision.”

He sighs. “I understand that, but at the end of the day, you're my patient, and I will support whatever decision you choose.” He quickly pulls his stethoscope from around his neck to listen to your heart. “But, I still want you to do what’s best for your health.” Up, down, left, right, he does his final check and gives you a nod that he’s finished. “Seems all good today.”

“Perfect.” You slide off the bed and stand, collecting the script and your personal items. “Thank you… for understanding.”

“Anytime.” He smiles and opens the door for you. “Good luck with that audition.”

You thank him again as you exit into the lobby. You're on your way out when you decide to pour a quick cup of courtesy coffee from the front desk. After making your drink, your attention returns to your script while you walk toward your car until–

SMACK!

You run straight into a tall, broad chest, spilling your drink all over their shirt and your script.

“Oh, no, no, I’m so sor –” you quickly try to apologize.

“Yeah, you should be.”

“s-sorry.” You pause, shaking your head. “I beg your pardon?”

“I said,” the man bends down toward your face. “You. Should. Be. Sorry.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. You would’ve offered to grab some napkins to help clean his shirt up, but not with that fucking attitude.

“Well, excuuuse me, princess.” You push past him, collecting your fallen script, and head towards the exit.

“Does she not know who I am?” the man asks, probably to the secretary at the desk, but you no longer care. “Dumb, bitch.” It took everything you had not to turn around and smack him. Hospital or not, you weren’t going to take that disrespect. What a pompous jackass.

Thankfully, you had taken photos of the script as a backup just in case you ever lost the physical copy. You slide into your car and glance at the clock as you start it.

12:45 pm. Shit. Your audition that’s across town starts at 1:15. That appointment took you longer to leave than you expected thanks to that asshole at the hospital. If you sped a little and maybe skipped a stop sign or two, you might be able to make it in time.

You darted in and out of traffic, weaving left and right until finally reaching the grand building. You park in the first available (handicap) spot. Sorry, but this audition is important! They usually take less than 30 minutes; you would be gone and out of the spot before anyone noticed your car didn’t belong there. Well, technically…

1:08pm.

You made it.

You slip into the building and take a seat in the audition room towards the back. Modeling may have made your confidence go up, but you’re still not a super social person.

Thwip Thwip Thwip Thwip

The slapping of blades could be heard from outside.

“Is it him?”

“Suguru Geto!”

“I’ve always wanted to work with him.”

“He’s so talented! I hope I get this job!”

Most of the other girls in the room run up to the window to verify if their theories were correct. The sound of the helicopter’s engine comes to a halt and two large men dressed in black hop out. Makes sense that someone as famous as Geto would have security.

“Everyone act natural, we don’t want to scare him!” someone shouted as the girls sprinted back to their seats. You watched them scatter like cockroaches in daylight, all the while you’ve mindlessly focused on studying your lines on your phone.

You were so engrossed you didn’t see the person following the two security guards to the front of the room.

“Thank you, ladies,” a man said. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I know I’m late, but Suguru will not be joining us. I will be doing the scene with you all instead.”

You pause your reading. That voice… it couldn’t be.

“He’s feeling a little under the weather, so naturally, who better to replace him in the commercial than yours truly?” he continues with a bright smile, and you swore every other woman in the room swooned. “Hope the wait wasn’t too long,” the man says with a dazzling grin. “I had to pick out a new outfit just for you all, and call in the chopper last minute. Traffic is such a bore, don’t you think?”

A chopper. He actually said that with a straight face.

You resisted the urge to scoff and finally looked up. He towered over his own guards, dressed in a crisp lilac shirt and perfectly tailored black pants — crease-free, of course. A hat and sunglasses masked most of his face, but his presence screamed money. And ego. His outfit alone looks like the most expensive thing in the room.

“Now then, let’s begin.” He drags a chair into the spotlight and casually scans the room. “I won’t have time for everyone, unfortunately. Any volunteers?”

A sea of hands shot up. Nearly every woman squealed, frantically waving to get his attention.

“Eenie, meenie, miney…” he points slowly, theatrically. “You. In the back.”

No way. He was pointing at you.

“Me?” you croak, blinking. Fuck. You were still skimming lines and absolutely not ready to go first. Every woman in the room whipped their head toward you like you’d just spit in their coffee.

“Yes, you! Come on, don’t be shy.”

“Who even is she?”

“What’s she wearing?”

You tried to ignore the whispers as you made your way up, rehearsing your lines silently like a mantra. Don’t trip. Don’t freeze. Don’t vomit.

Fuck. You’ve had less than twenty-four hours to study this script, and you were nearly praying that you went last, just so you had extra time to study.

Well, shit. There was no going back now. You just had to stay calm and say the lines. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

You kept your head down, glancing at your phone on your walk up, trying to get as much prep time as you could. Once you were underneath the lights with your scene partner, you slid your phone into your back pocket, finally giving you a chance to focus on your duo.

“Let’s get started.” That voice… it sounded so fucking familiar.

The man was huge up close — broad, tall, with an annoyingly familiar energy. He pulled off his sunglasses and tossed them to one of his guards, then peeled off his hat in one smooth motion, shaking his snowy white hair like he was starring in a Maybelline commercial.

And then it hit you.

Oh. My. God.

It was him. The asshole from the hospital lobby.

Your scene partner was none other than the world’s most sought-after model.

Satoru fucking Gojo.

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rhiannonsknife · 3 days ago

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just any!!

i went for their first interaction, so i hope that works for you! info & link below <3

the glue is everywhere.

in the table, on the floor, on her sleeve, and jackie taylor is definitely not having fun. the paper lanterns are lopsided, the googly eyes are sliding off the popsicle stick bugs, and the kids at her table are mid-argument over whose glitter pile is bigger. there’s sunscreen slick on her arms, bug spray still lingering in her throat, and the laminated activity binder she definitely did not read is stuffed somewhere beneath the craft table.

she shifts on her feet, casting a glance toward the dusty windows of the cabin as if silently begging for rescue. “this is so stupid”

if jackie’s being honest, she hadn’t planned on spending her summer supervising a bunch of kids in the middle of nowhere. shauna had talked her into it, insisting that the whole “camp counselor” thing would look great on their college applications. “leadership, jackie,” she’d said. “community involvement.” jackie had rolled her eyes, and still signed up anyway.

now, not even a full week in, the charm has worn off. fast.

she’d imagined sunbathing on the dock, maybe helping out with the occasional team-building game or talent show skit. not being elbow-deep in craft supplies with glitter on her face and a kid trying to glue pipe cleaners together.

a voice cuts into her spiraling thoughts: “need a hand?”

she looks up, and there you are: sun-warmed skin, camp staff lanyard looped casually around your neck, watching the scene unfold from just inside the cabin door. you look amused, but not unkindly so, mostly curious. maybe even a little impressed she hasn’t completely combusted.

jackie blinks. her cheeks go a little pink as she straightens up fast, as if good posture might disguise the rising panic in her chest. “i’ve got it,” she says quickly, then falters. “well. mostly. i mean…i’m- improvising!”

from across the table, a kid attempts to tape a pom-pom to their forehead.

jackie clears her throat. when you don’t immediately laugh, she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and chuckles under her breath. “you’re new here, right?” she asks, tilting her head. “or at least new to this cabin. i would’ve remembered if you weren’t.”

— c.ai

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chongoblog · 23 hours ago

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Any advice for a new player heading into Risk of Rain 2?

I'm far from an expert myself (I've yet to clear Eclipse 4), but here are a few tips from my last few months of hyperfixating on it. (Also these tips will be under the assumption you've at least played the game for a few hours)

-Movement speed > Defense in most cases. They can't hit you if you keep dodging

-In Abandoned Aqueduct, you'll find two buttons. Push pots onto them if you haven't already (doing so unlocks two of the best items in the game)

-The fourth level will always give you a Red Item. In Abyssal Depths, it's in a chest under a rock near the middle. In Siren's Call you have to fight a secret boss to get it. In Sundered Grove, it's in one of 5 possible locations (look for pink mushrooms).

-Don't feel pressured to rush. Looting the stages for items is almost always worth the increase in difficulty.

-Scrappers are your friend. Turning items you don't need into scrap will pay off big time, especially if you find a Printer with just the item you need. Like, if you find a gasoline or syringe printer, you'd have a better time scrapping your bison steaks and turning those into the items you want instead of the risk of losing a Tri-Tip Dagger (YMMV on usefulness of these items, this is just an example)

-Speaking of scrappers: Getting scrap before you go to the moon can really help you out, since there's Soups on the moon. 3 white scraps for a green item and 5 green scraps for a red item.

-If you pick up Trophy Hunter's Tricorn, the best bosses to use it on are Imp Overlord and either Worm, since their boss items are the best. Grovetender's is pretty solid too.

-You're gonna hear the word "proc coefficient" a lot. Don't worry about that too much unless you're a math nerd.

-Scorch Worms are the worst. They were made by Hoppo to cause pain and suffering. I don't have any advice for how to better beat them, I'm just telling you a harsh fact of life.

-In the Bazaar Between Time, there's a reflective surface behind Newt that reveals something interesting. Depending on how far you are in the game, you might not know what it means yet. When you figure it out, you'll get a fun treat.

-Get Egocentrism (This is not advice for how to be good at the game)

-It's hard to do, but the sooner you can unlock Desperado, the sooner you'll have fun playing Bandit.

-Mithrix. A lot of important tips for him, but probably the most important 3 are 1) Hoppo Feather is busted, because Mithrix has what I call the Barnacle Problem (he doesn't look up) 2) BE PATIENT ON PHASE 3. Going in and charging while he does the Pizza Attack (you'll know when you see it) is basically suicide. 3) Find a pillar to hide behind before Phase 4. ESPECIALLY if you picked up Shurikens.

I've dropped off of RoR2 for a bit in favor of other games and also Life (specifically Haste and moving my bf down here), but I'm always glad to ramble about it.

Hope this helps!!!

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whisperofwonder · 11 hours ago

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Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!reader - 676 words

Kiyoomi isn't sure why he let Atsumu talk him into going out tonight. Even though it isn't the weekend yet, the bar is crowded and loud with conversation and laughter. His teammates are no exception.

"I'm serious," Atsumu insists, "I think ya should get a girl's number tonight, Omi."

"Not interested," Kiyoomi shrugs.

"Girls are nice," Bokuto pitches in, "They're soft and cute and they smell good." He's already a little tipsy. "Don't you think so, Omi?"

"Sure," He agrees, more to placate him than anything.

"Well then ya should get one's number!" Atsumu crows. "Seriously, Omi, live a little."

"It could be fun," Hinata adds.

Kiyoomi lets his expression speak for itself. "Aw, yer lame, Omi. Come on, just try it once," Atsumu prods. "I wanna see." He grins wolfishly. He turns in his seat to scan the room, finally turning back to Kiyoomi. "What about her? By the bar." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder.

Kiyoomi is poised to tell him to shove it, but then he follows Atsumu's line of sight to you. You're standing at the bar, giving the bartender a quick smile as you order your drink. You start tapping your fingertips absently on the bar top, glancing around as you wait.

"If I do it, will you quit bothering me?" Kiyoomi asks. "Like, for the next week?"

Atsumu's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "If ya actually get her number, I'll quit botherin' ya fer a month," He promises.

That's even more than Kiyoomi had hoped for. "Done." He stands, glancing once more at Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto. All three of them are trying a little too hard to mask their surprise. With that, he turns and makes his way to you, reaching the bar right as the bartender hands you your drink.

"Thank you," You accept it and turn to find him standing at your elbow, a smile curling across your face. "Hi."

"Hi," He echoes, returning your smile. "My friends over there told me I should try to get your number." He gestures with his chin in the direction of their table.

"Ah," You hum in understanding, smile turning teasing, "Well, I think I can do one better." With that, you give his shirt a tug, pulling him into a kiss. His response is immediate, hand coming to rest on your hip to pull you in closer.

Somewhere behind him, he thinks he hears the sound of Atsumu choking, then of Bokuto pounding him on the back. He can't help smirking into the kiss just a little bit before he pulls away, gaze caught on you for a few moments. "You want to get out of here?"

You duck your chin. "At least let me finish my drink," You say, toying with the straw.

"We can go back to my table," he offers, hand at the small of your back as he guides you back toward the trio. Hinata is whispering something to a shocked Bokuto, and Atsumu's mouth shuts with a snap as the two of you approach.

"Hi," You say cheerfully, and introduce yourself. They stammer out their names in turn, looking from you to Kiyoomi in thinly-veiled shock.

"Well, it was nice meeting you all," You finally say breezily, setting down your empty glass, "But I think we're heading out." You turn to Kiyoomi for confirmation, and he nods.

"Yup. I'll see you guys tomorrow." He lifts his hand in a wave, and barely waits for their stunned goodbyes before he guides you to the door with his hand at your elbow. You manage to make it outside before you dissolve into laughter.

"When are you going to tell them?" You ask when you can finally speak.

"Not sure yet," He muses. "I really was planning to introduce you tonight, but this turned out to be a lot more interesting." He turns to glance once more at the bar, reaching for your hand.

"You're cruel," You say with a laugh, tugging him close for another kiss.

"Believe me," Kiyoomi says drily, "They deserve it."

(inspired by a scene from How I Met Your Mother)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #moon writes #moon writes hq

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sknyuz · 2 days ago

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HI MAKIII CONGRATS ON 400 !!!!!

here to request for dino + anything 4 u by lany :)))) it could be f2l au? bcs of the song's lyrics hehe

i hope u have fun with this and all ur other reqs too 💗💗💗

now playing — anything 4 u - lany *read with this playing for best experience

pairing — lee chan (dino) x reader

genre — childhood bestfriends to lovers, slow burn, chan is a yearner, u want each other so bad c’mon now, will they won’t they?

cw — none, afaik !!

wc — ~1.5k

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note: oh calli... oh my sweet summer moot calli... maybe knight!dino might have to wait for a while but anything 4 u!dino is riiight here

i know the house you grew up in / all of the names of your best friends

you and chan have always been that kind of best friends. the ones who show up to everything together, who text each other about random dreams at 2 a.m., who say i love you without a second thought—because it’s always been safe, right? platonic. easy.

but something’s been different lately.

maybe it started with the way he said your name during that beach trip last summer, soft and a little too slow, like he was tasting it. or maybe it was when you got sick and he sat on your floor for hours, refusing to leave until you’d eaten at least two bites of soup. or maybe it’s the way he remembers everything—your coffee order, your brother’s graduation date, that one thing your ex said that made you cry.

i spent the summer on your couch / you fell in love with someone else / you came to me the times that it went bad

you were seventeen when you had your first real boyfriend. he was kind, on paper—the kind of boy your friends said looked good with you. but you remember the way he never quite listened, how he’d zone out when you talked about the things you loved, how his hands always felt a little too far away, even when they were holding yours.

chan never said anything back then. he just smiled that tired smile and asked if you were happy.

you said yes.

and then one night, you called him from the curb in front of a convenience store, mascara smudged and voice hoarse from holding it all in. “he said i’m too much,” you mumbled. “too sensitive. too emotional. too… everything.”

“he’s an idiot,” chan said without hesitation.

“you don’t have to say that.”

“i’m not saying it because i have to,” he said. “i’m saying it because it’s true.”

he showed up ten minutes later, even though it was past midnight. handed you a bottle of strawberry milk and let you cry into his hoodie. didn’t flinch when you said, “maybe i’m just hard to love.”

“you’re not hard to love,” he whispered. “you’re just waiting for someone who knows how.”

you didn’t know what to say to that. you still don’t.

you know the house i grew up in / you wouldn't knock, you'd just walk in / stay up for hours talkin' to my mom

and it was no secret that his mother was fond of you as well, you’ve always gotten along so well with mrs. lee—there’s something about the way she makes you feel at home, the way her kitchen always smells like freshly baked bread and the way she’d effortlessly get you talking about everything, from school to your dreams. she’d listen patiently, always with a gentle smile, as if nothing you said was ever too small or too silly.

prom night was no different. after slipping into your dress, she insisted on taking photos, her camera flashing just as chan stood awkwardly by the door, adjusting his tie for the third time. “you two look so grown up,” she’d said with a soft laugh, sending you off with a kiss on your cheek and a reminder to be safe.

chan, however, was a mess—eyes wide, hands fidgeting with his jacket, clearly flustered by the sudden attention, but still holding the door open for you. it was those little moments, where everything felt so familiar, so right, that made you realize just how deeply rooted you were in each other’s lives. like he was always meant to be here, in this quiet, unspoken way. and somehow, neither of you had noticed just how much love had grown in the space between the laughter and the shared silences.

after the breakup with your first boyfriend, things shifted—just a little.

i'm somethin' so familiar / that you don't even notice / the way i wanna love ya

chan started noticing more; walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, waiting up when you stayed late on campus, texting you goodnight even on days you didn’t talk, not because he had to—but because that’s just what love looks like when it’s quiet and patient.

you once fell asleep at his place after a movie night, and when you woke up, he’d draped his leather jacket over you, your favorite playlist playing softly in the background. his own hoodie was pulled over his head as he dozed beside you, one hand still resting on the couch between you, fingers slightly curled like he’d reached for you and stopped himself.

he never pushed. never asked for anything back.

but sometimes, when you looked over and caught him already watching you—like he was memorizing your face for the hundredth time—you wondered how long he’d been waiting.

i'll catch a flight, go to the moon / lay on the floor of your living room

it was a quiet evening when it finally hit you, how everything had quietly changed.

you were sprawled across the couch in your living room, legs tucked up under a blanket as the soft light of the tv cast shadows across the room. chan was spread out on the carpeted floor, eyes closed, arms stretched out like he had no care in the world. his face looked so peaceful, but you could see the faintest hint of a frown pulling at his brows—like he was lost in a thought too heavy for him to easily shake off.

you were sure it was just the way he always was, calm and collected. but tonight, it felt different. you had been sitting in silence for hours, only the quiet hum of the tv filling the space between you. it had been an ordinary night, but somehow the stillness felt louder, deeper. the weight of it was pressing down on you, curling in your chest.

you peeked over the back of the couch, stealing a glance at him, and your heart gave a sudden, unexpected thud. he wasn’t paying attention, his eyes still closed, but there was something about the way he was positioned on the floor, so still, like he was waiting for something.

your voice broke the silence, soft at first, barely audible. “stay?”

he froze, eyes snapping open, and you felt your stomach twist. his gaze flickered toward you, concern lining his features, even though his lips only parted in hesitation. “you okay?”

you nodded slowly, the weight of your own words heavy in the air. “just… don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

a long pause followed, thick with the unspoken words that neither of you had been brave enough to say yet. he looked like he might leave—like this was all just too much, too fast. and part of you almost wanted him to, because if he stayed, things might change. but you didn’t want him to leave. you never wanted chan to leave.

he took a slow breath, his eyes never leaving yours, and you could see him weigh it all. finally, without a word, he shifted on the floor, sitting up slightly, and reached a hand out toward the edge of the couch. his fingers brushed gently over your arm, seeking permission in the quiet of the moment. his gaze never wavered, asking without saying a word if it was okay for him to get closer.

it's time that you should know this, know this

you nodded, and that simple movement was all he needed. he slowly scooted closer, moving up onto the couch next to you. he sat down, hesitating for a split second before he lay down next to you, pulling the blanket further over your shoulders. his head rested against the cushion, his body close but not quite touching, until his hand found its way to your back, wrapping gently around your waist. he pulled you closer, as if he couldn’t help it, as if the closeness was instinctual, something he couldn’t deny any longer.

girl, just tell me what i have to do / i'll do anything for you

and for a while, neither of you said anything. it was just the quiet—just the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft pulse of your own heart. but then, as the dim light from the tv flickered in the background, he whispered, his voice barely above a breath:

“i’d do anything for you, you know that?”

the words hung in the air, and for the first time, you didn’t need to answer. because the truth was written in the way his thumb brushed across your skin, in the warmth of his hand on your waist, in the way you fit together like the missing piece of a puzzle you hadn’t even realized was incomplete until now.

you’d always known. but now, in the quiet darkness of your living room, with his heart beating so close to yours, you could finally feel it.

and you knew—knew you’d do anything for chan, too.

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thewritetofreespeech · 20 hours ago

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Alucard x reader, but he kicks them out of the belmont village due to probably rumors about the reader but after few months had passed, he found out they have been turnt into a vampire?

London this time of year was beautiful. But also very wet.

Alucard carefully removed and folded his umbrella. Shaking off the excess water and pulling his long hair to the front to get it off the damp of his back, before making his way to the bar. He usually didn’t imbibe but felt the urge to today for some reason. Plus, this was his favorite pub. One of the traditional, genuinely old pubs instead of the kitsch that littered the streets for the tourists now.

Taking a seat, he ordered a scotch he probably wouldn’t drink. Alucard just wanted to sit in this place for a while. Be in the old and familiar for a while. Think on days past in a place outside of iron bars and gilded glass for a while. Feel like his old self.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world.”

Alucard turned his head. The voice unfamiliar but the sentiment clearly one of familiarity. So they knew him. Which left a 50/50 shot on if that was good or bad.

When looked he was who was there, however, it was like a ghost was standing there. “…[Y/N]…?” The name seemed almost as out of place here as they were. A twinge of hope that maybe he was wrong and just seeing things from his past that weren’t there, in this moment of nostalgia.

“You remember my name. Flattered. I thought you would have forgotten all about me the moment I left the village.”

Regret clinched his heart as they sat down. No animosity or bitterness in them, but this perverse sense of glee in being able to get the goat of the man who had turned his back on them. Falsely, they might add. Or at least Alucard would.

Several centuries ago now, when Alucard had built his village on the bones of his & Trevor’s fallen homes, a thief had been among them. They tried to find the culprit. Use reason to determine the source. But in the end, fear and animosity won, as it often did with humans, and they blamed [Y/N] for the crime. They insisted, pleaded for their innocence, but Alucard with overwhelming supposed ‘evidence’ and the agreement of the people, cast them out never to be seen again.

It was a death sentence, likely. He knew that at the time. How they managed to be here of all places, of all times, confounded him. Then he noticed more than just the glint in their eye. The point of their ears. The sharp kiss of their fangs at their glass. “You’re a vampire.”

[Y/N] chuckled. “Nothing gets past you, hn?” They stretch. Then settle in again to lean on the bar. “After I was forced out, I wondered for a while for a new place to live. I was eventually captured by marauders, who were eventually killed by Nightcreatures, who took me to live in their vampire master’s home where I was kept as a pet. After a few years, he turned me. We were together for almost a century before he died.”

“How, may I ask?”

“A modern brainwave.”

They go back to sipping their drink and Alucard stared at his own. He felt responsible. All this….just because he took the word of this masses over one innocent person. Like his mother.

“For what it’s worth now, I really didn’t steal anything when we were all in the village.”

“I know.” Alucard told them. “It was Harold.”

[Y/N] gave a sharp hiss through their teeth. This time full of animosity and bitterness. “Fucker.”

They kick back the rest of their drink and ask for their check. “Well, this has been fun. But I have to get going.”

“You’re not going to stay?” Alucard suddenly felt alarmed. He had been quiet, but he still had so much to say. To apologize for. To wonder what they had been doing all this time. To…be with someone who understood the need for places like this pub but that it would never satisfy what they had lost.

“I have plans, actually. This was just a stop off before that.” Ah. Of course. They had their own life and Alucard should not interfere. “But, if you wanted to meet up another time. I would be fine with that.”

Alucard perked up. [Y/N] already pulling out their phone and asking for his number. “I don’t have a cellphone.”

[Y/N] stared at him. “Seriously?”

“Who would I call?”

They rolled their eyes and took the pen left for their check off the bar. “Get a cellphone, gramps.” They write their number on a cocktail napkin and hand it to him. Alucard took it. Committing the number to memory instantly.

[Y/N] then left to parts unknown in the city. Maybe in the world. Alucard just sat there in the bar. Thinking of old days amongst the musk & dust, and perhaps new days ahead. He took one sip of his scotch before he left to go home.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 2 days ago

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One Night, One Chance.

note: I won't lie, this is my first fic in nearly two months and I'm shitting myself to release this. Thank you to everyone who is still around and gave me time to find my way back to writing again. I'm not entirely there yet, but I did feel good creating this one and I hope you'll enjoy reading it too. A thank you to @andakth for her encouraging messages which kickstarted me to write again.

warnings: 18+! lowkey enemies to lovers with some smut and some light angst. Mention of alcohol and dead bodies.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x Reader (f) (no use of Y/N)

extra note: The Danish word Skat is used a few times in this fic, which means honey/sweetie/treasure.

summary: Being the younger sister of two hitmen was the reason for you to live a secluded life, being kept prisoner in your own home out of brotherly love. Until you snuck out one night and ran into Sihtric, the man you had been secretly dreaming of for years, who was also one of your brothers' shady employees.

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Being the little sister of two infamous men wasn't pleasant. Erik and Sigefrid were harmless to you, for the most part at least, instead they were extremely overprotective to the point it embarrassed and frustrated you. All your life you had missed out on school parties and fun nights with friends, as you grew up in their secluded bubble after your parents had died. Your brothers were always afraid something would happen to you, and the list of somethings that could happen to you was seemingly endless. All because your brothers were well known hitmen in the underworld. They were equally feared and hated by most of those who knew them, and being the innocent sister to the deadly duo meant you'd make for good ransom.

You were heavily shielded from their dirty work; the people they dealt with and the shady worlds they dabbled in, but you weren't blind nor stupid. You knew exactly what they did to earn their money, which was partly used to take care of you and give you basically everything you desired, except for one thing; a normal life. You loved your brothers dearly and you understood the need to be kept safe, even if you had nothing directly to do with their business. But being a grown lady and still trapped under their protection was truly taking its toll. You craved to go out and explore the world, to have fun and make stupid drunken mistakes, to fall in love and to have all your desires come true. But you knew your chances of ever experiencing true freedom like that were slim.

Although you were sheltered but not a stranger to the world entirely. You had some close friends and even had some boyfriends through the years, although no relationship ever lasted very long because those boys always ran away. Literally, by moving to different towns and cutting all forms of communication with you. You had been heartbroken so many times, and although your brothers would never admit it, you knew it was always their doing. Because 'no man will ever be good enough for you,' as Erik once said. And Sigefrid's 'I will gut the bastard who even thinks of proposing to you,' wasn't very reassuring of a happy love life in your future either.

Nonetheless, you had gone to public schools and volunteered at animal shelters and care homes as you grew up, which you always loved because you got to talk to people that weren't your two short-sentenced brothers. But after those scheduled hours were over, you were always picked up by one of your security guards to escort you home.

Even now, when you were old enough to look after yourself you still weren't able to escape your brothers' grasp on your life. You weren't even allowed to get a real job. Sure, your brothers made fortunes by taking out people, so you didn't even need a job, but you just wanted a life of your own instead of being trapped in a prison that was built with brotherly love and concern.

And you were sick of it. For once you just wanted to have fun with your friends, who you barely saw. You knew your friends were well aware of why you had such a restricted life, but they also couldn't stop themselves from trying to get you out every now and then. So when your friend Eadith texted you about a party that was happening downtown the upcoming weekend, while your brothers were out of town for a job, you set up a plan to sneak out of the house, being well aware of the consequences if your brothers found out.

Saturday night.

You checked yourself in your bedroom mirror, pushing a hand through your hair while your navy blue cocktail dress hugged your figure. Your knee high black heel boots finished the look, with your make-up simple but on point and matching your outfit. You were ready for a party. Eadith had texted you the address after she nearly cried on the phone out of happiness when you told her you were coming. You felt bad about the little white lie you told her though, because she fully believed your brothers had given you permission to leave the house. If you were to get caught, you weren't dragging her down with you. She didn't need to know you were about to climb out of your window and duck from the multiple security cameras which covered the property, not to mention the handful of guards who patrolled the lands around your castle of a home.

You awkwardly jogged away from your house, marching through the bushes and trees before climbing over the brick wall, and you landed smoothly like a cat on the opposite side. You quickly booked an uber after you managed to sneak out successfully. Well, successfully apart from that moment when you tumbled over in your heels after jumping from your window, and landed nearly face first into a flower bed. Luckily your dress was dark enough that if any dirt stuck to it you'd have to squint to see it. And besides, the party was at Ragnar's house, so everyone would be drunk off their face anyway and wouldn't care or even notice if you smelled like freshly watered lavender and moist soil.

You had never been to Ragnar's place, but you had heard of his parties and that the amount of alcohol served there was downright insane. Something you were dying to see for yourself. Your brothers were on decent terms with Ragnar, who was also into some shady business you didn't know the details about. But you knew enough to figure that Erik and Sigefrid would be livid when they'd find out you had been over at Ragnar's. Your brothers did whatever they could to keep you away from any bad guys, Ragnar included, and they had succeeded… for the most part. The only teeny tiny problem being that you had a massive crush on one of those guys your brothers wanted you to stay clear of. His name was Sihtric, and you had been head over heels for him for years now.

You had first seen him years ago when he came over with Uhtred, Finan and Osferth, some guys your brothers did business with from time to time, and you had been nearly obsessed with Sihtric ever since. In the years that followed, Sihtric always subtly gazed at you whenever he came around to meet your brothers, and he always flashed you a sweet smile before looking away, and he always departed with a wink that made you blush and run up the stairs to your bedroom. You basically stalked his social media daily ever since and swooned over his selfies. And although he didn't post a whole lot, it had kept the fire inside you for him roaring all this time.

When you first met Sihtric he was at the end of his teen years, like you. He had been rather shy but was already incredibly well built and criminally handsome, the two latter facts still remain to be true now. Quite some years had passed since your first encounter, and you knew he was a confident and matured man now, who did shady shit too for a living and was seemingly successful and respected too. You weren't sure exactly what he did, but you suspected he had something to do with getting rid of the bodies of those who were killed by your brothers. Which didn't exactly make Sihtric one of the good guys. So needless to say, Sihtric would most likely never get permission from your brothers to propose to you, or even take you out on a date. But a girl can dream, right?

And dreaming you surely did when you found yourself at Ragnar's party, downing a shot with Eadith and turning around only to see Sihtric, the one and only man of your dreams, descending the grand marble stairs of Ragnar's home. Uhtred was next to him and they seemed in deep conversation, with Finan and Osferth following behind them after Ragnar had shook their hands before they departed. Your heart nearly stopped as you stared at Sihtric while he came down. His dark hair was short and shaved on the sides, he was dressed in all black with a leather jacket on top, and he had some rather fresh busted up knuckles. Sihtric looked like the stereotypical bad guy your brothers wanted you to stay clear of. But hey, you couldn't help that you had a type. Because you knew that your brothers were considered to be bad guys too, and you also knew how big their hearts were and how they would do anything to keep you safe. And you did long for that feeling of safety, just not from your brothers.

You held your drink tightly, nearly squashing the red plastic cup as your hands trembled upon seeing Sihtric, and you tried to be as invisible as you could. You weren't a fool. You knew that if any of those guys would see you they'd alert your brothers, because they'd figure you weren't supposed to be there, and they wanted no beef with your family in case something were to happen to you and they'd turned a blind eye to your presence. So it would be in everyone's best interest to bring you home, and that was the last thing you wanted, which made everything even worse. Because you desperately wanted to approach Sihtric, to talk to him and just be in his presence. He was so magnetic, you couldn't keep your eyes off him and your feet wanted to shuffle closer and closer to him. Especially after Eadith, your only friend at the party, had left your side to take shots with Finan and eventually wandered off with the Irish man. But you knew that talking to Sihtric would end up with him either calling your brothers on the spot, which would most likely cause some chaos, or him taking you to your home and informing your brothers of where he found you. Neither of those options would have a happy ending, and so you avoided him while you lurked from a distance, because he was too handsome to ignore, and your heart ached too much for him to turn away.

You had a couple more drinks but made sure you weren't drunk or even tipsy, you needed to stay clear of Sihtric and anyone else who may recognise you. You still hadn't found Eadith, and it had been at least an hour already. You assumed she was somewhere having fun with Finan or Uhtred, or maybe both, and it was best to just give up on her. You knew those guys would make sure she'd get home safely, so you texted her that you were going to leave soon. The party was fun, but the effort to keep yourself mainly hidden all night had become exhausting. Also knowing that your friend was most likely having the time of her life with one or two guys made you a little jealous. You hated feeling like that, but you couldn't help the slight envy you felt towards her. She lived that life you longed for, that life of freedom and fun with cute guys. You wished you could just have one night like that with Sihtric, and that thought made your eyes blurry with stinging tears.

On top of all your emotions, the loud music and the amount of people at the party made you feel rather anxious too. You really had been living quite isolated for far too long if a simple house party was already too much for you, but you couldn't help it either and wish you felt different. You somewhat had a good time while it lasted, but it was time to at least take a breather before calling an uber to get you home. You snuck outside the house and into the massive yard. You crossed the rather empty terrace and walked down the impressive stairs that led to the huge field of well kept grass which surrounded the place. You nearly tripped in your heels as you walked around the corner of the stairs, the cobblestones making you lose your balance. It was best to sneak out of the property here too, you figured, so you wouldn't walk into anyone at the front door. You ventured further into the almost pitch black shadows as the music faded in the night, and you came to an abrupt halt when you suddenly walked into a brick wall. You yelped but quickly realised you hadn't actually run into a brick wall. Instead you had walked into a person who was simply built like a brick wall, and felt like one too. The collision made you stumble backwards, but a big and warm hand grabbed your wrist before you could land harshly on your behind.

'Woah, there,' a smooth male voice sounded. 'Careful, darling,' he chuckled as he stabilised you, 'you should always be aware of the monsters that lurk in the shadows and will knock pretty ladies off their feet.'

'What the hell?' you breathed and quickly adjusted your dress, which had crept up your thighs during the collision. 'I'm sorry,' you blurted out when you forgot you were supposed to be invisible tonight.

You wanted to run and hide when the one lantern above you lit up your appearance, but it was already too late for that as you suddenly stared up into Sihtric's duo-coloured eyes, and they widened upon seeing you.

'What the fuck?' Sihtric hissed and grabbed your wrist again, pulling you back into the shadows with him. The smooth playfulness in his voice from before entirely disappeared when he snarled, 'What are you doing here?!'

You knew Sihtric had recognized you immediately, and you panicked.

'I… I'm with my brothers,' you lied quickly.

'Bullshit,' Sihtric snapped, his grip on your wrist becoming tighter, 'they are on a job this weekend.'

Well, fuck. How did Sihtric know of your brothers' whereabouts? And as if he could read your mind, he said, 'I work for them, remember? I know their schedules and am actually meeting them tomorrow night to deal with their aftermath. And therefore I know you are lying through your teeth right now, miss. So you better get straight with me before I call them.'

He shoved his free hand into the pocket of his jacket to grab his phone, and you gasped.

'No! Please!' you begged. 'Please don't call them! I was about to go home, I swear!'

'How convenient you were on your way out after bumping into me, huh? Tell that to your brothers-'

'I'm telling you the truth! I was about to call an uber! Please, don't call my brothers, you know what they are like.'

'Exactly,' Sihtric agreed, 'and I know how they will be if something happens to you. How did you get here in the first place?'

'I snuck out of the house,' you confessed immediately, 'a friend texted me-'

'A friend?' Sihtric scowled. 'Who? A guy? Are you here with a guy?' Fire seemed to burn in his eyes. He was going to have a field day telling your brothers about all this.

'No! I'm not here with a guy, I swear! My friend Eadith, she texted me! And I knew my brothers were out of town, so I snuck out of my bedroom window and avoided the cameras and the guards. And then I ran out of my street, and I called an uber to pick me up.'

You groaned. Shit. Why were you such a mess around him? A simple look in his eyes made you spill all your secrets to him, it was pathetic. You'd almost let him rat you out to your brothers if that meant you could be in his presence a little longer.

'You snuck out?' Sihtric repeated and shook his head, then sighed, 'Skat, do you have a death wish?'

'I know it was stupid!' you hissed and finally pulled away from his grasp, rubbing your wrist which still burned with his touch. Just like his term of endearment burned in your mind. 'But…but I'm going home now, and they won't have to know I was out here.'

Sihtric's eyes became furious as he stepped closer again and towered over you.

'Hell if you think I-,' he stopped talking abruptly when he heard people descend the stairs, and he pulled you with him further into the dark corner.

He pushed your back against the cool wall and trapped you with his body, shielding you from whoever walked past as he knew your presence could unchain a war between Ragnar and your brothers. A war nobody wanted, a war that could come with a high cost. The cost of your life.

'Listen to me,' he said, his voice low and threatening while still setting your insides on fire, 'if you really think I'm not letting your brothers know you are here, then you are insane. If anyone here sees you tonight, the peace between all our families will be over, and you know that!'

His warm body pressed firmly against yours, and you smelled his minty cologne along with the scent of his leather jacket. He was so close, his lips nearly touched yours when he spoke, and he didn't back away from you. Not even when the other party goers had long passed without even noticing the two of you.

'I didn't mean any trouble,' you almost whispered, fully aware of the deep shit you were in.

'You are trouble,' Sihtric sighed, calmer now. 'You know there's a price on your head because of your brothers. And the wrong person seeing you here today can cause a lot of trouble. People will know you are either roaming freely now, which will unleash an army of hungry men chasing after you, believe me. Or people will think your brothers have lost their authority over you, which will make them look like fools. And we both know that's not good for their line of work, and they will punish you accordingly to show their power. Who knows what could have happened to you if I hadn't found you.'

'Just let me go,' your voice was suddenly hoarse, 'please. I'll go home-'

'And do what? You're just going to sneak back inside your house? Well, if you don't get kidnapped on your way home that is. Look, you do realise there is no way you can get back inside your room undetected, right?'

'What do you mean?' you scoffed, 'I'll just take the same way-'

'You can jump out of your window, yes,' Sihtric interrupted again, then finally took a step back from you as he groaned softly. You immediately missed his warmth and scent, and you almost whined at the loss. But it was what he said next that snapped you out of your foolish thoughts again. 'You can't climb back in that way,' he said.

You frowned, but dread washed over you when you suddenly realised he was right. Fuck. Your window was indeed too high to climb up to, and you really hadn't thought about that before. How embarrassing. An employee of your brothers knew your house better than you did. You didn't even know the tower you were trapped in. You exhaled defeatedly when you let that fact soak in. You stared silently at your feet, not wanting to look Sihtric in his eyes, and the silence was suffocating. You suddenly shivered, the adrenaline of the whole night had left your body and you were freezing. Sihtric took off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders, and after that he began to write a text to your brothers.

'Okay,' Sihtric muttered after a moment and shoved his phone in his back pocket, and he took your arm again, 'let's go. You're getting out of here.'

His grip was firm again as he somewhat dragged you across the large field and to his car, avoiding as many people as possible. There was no point arguing anymore, you knew you weren't going to win this, and so you stumbled behind him as he pulled you with him. Sihtric opened the car door for you and put the seatbelt on for you as well. He locked the car doors after slamming yours shut, as if afraid you'd make a run for it while he walked over to the driver's side. You felt so stupid and embarrassed that you still couldn't look at him when he sat next to you in the driver's seat, and you felt your lower lip tremble as tears welled up in your eyes. You figured he had texted your brothers, and you'd never leave the house ever again. The thought was overwhelming and you couldn't hold it in anymore.

Sihtric started his car but froze in his place when he heard some kind of screeching noise as his engine roared to life.

'What the fuck!' he said, 'that didn't sound right,' he muttered, concerned about the noise his car just made. But he then realised the sound was actually you.

You had bursted into tears. Full on ugly crying with shaky shoulders, while the man of your dreams just stared at you with horror on his face and his hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. This went on for a very long minute, until Sihtric finally cleared his throat awkwardly while you still sobbed and blubbered next to him.

'Are… you okay?' he asked hesitantly, and he internally groaned at the stupidity of his question.

Of course you weren't okay, he could see that too, but what else was he supposed to say? This was the first time a girl in his car had a full on mental breakdown. And not just any girl, but the little sister of his two bosses. And he was never told what to do in a situation like this.

'I'm fine,' you bawled and sucked in a breath, but immediately broke down again as you looked at him and said, 'no, I'm not.'

You inhaled sharply again before you unleashed your entire issues on the poor man next to you. 'I just wanted a night out, a night of fun. I can never go anywhere or meet anyone. My brothers control every move I make and I understand they do it because they love me but it's suffocating me! I want to live and be free, but I can't go anywhere. All because they have some stupid ass alpha male job that forces them to trap the women in their lives behind doors and guards! I am trapped in a damn mansion and it's hell! I just wanted one night!'

Sihtric stared at you, barely able to understand what you were saying because of your high pitched voice and loudly gross sobs in between it all. But he did understand that you felt trapped because of your brothers, and he felt for you. He knew what it was like to be trapped in your own home, as he hadn't known much freedom himself when his father was still alive. He felt like a jerk now, for threatening to rat you out to your brothers when all you wanted was to just… have a normal night.

'I… I'm sorry,' Sihtric whispered when your rant was over and you somewhat calmed down. He then hesitantly took your hand in his. 'You may not believe me, but I understand how you feel. I wish I could make it better for you, but I can't change the way your brothers treat you. You are right, they do it because they love you, but that doesn't make it any less suffocating and I get that. I'm sorry, darling, I really wish I could help,' he said and wiped away your tears.

'I just wanted one night,' you sniffled, 'one chance to have fun.'

Sihtric looked at you while his heart broke in his chest. He never told anyone, but he had loved you ever since he first met you, but he also knew better than to chase after you. He understood your brothers didn't want you near the dark worlds they roamed around in, but that didn't make his longing for you any easier. He was shattered to pieces every time he saw you, knowing you would never be his because for all he knew you weren't even into him. If you were, then maybe there was a shot at being with you, because your brothers trusted him.

He knew the right thing to do would be to bring you back home now, but he also knew that just driving up to the security at your home to drop you off wasn't going to work. You were in trouble either way, so he might just as well give you that chance of freedom tonight, before you would be locked away for who knows how long.

'You know,' he said carefully, 'the night is not quite over yet.'

'What is that supposed to mean?' you said and dried your eyes, 'you already texted my brothers.'

'I didn't,' he confessed, 'I never pressed send. And I meant that we can still have fun,' he shrugged lightly and took his chance, 'well, if you want to spend the night with me, at least.'

Hope blossomed in your eyes and your heart skipped a few beats as you looked at him. Was he really asking you to spend the night with him? Was this actually happening?

'I do,' you smiled faintly, 'believe me, Sihtric, I do want to spend the night with you.'

You watched Sihtric drive as he toured the dark and almost deserted city for a while. He looked so handsome driving, his hawk eyes fully focused on the road and his jaw slightly clenched while he sat back rather relaxed, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your knee. He had stopped by a gas station to get you some water and snacks, and you felt so much better already that you had almost forgotten about your emotional breakdown earlier. And luckily Sihtric wasn't weird about it and also acted as if none of that had ever happened.

Sihtric was mainly quiet, but his silence was comforting and you felt at ease. You weren't sure why his tattooed fingers were faintly caressing your knee though, but you were too melted in your seat to even care. Whether he was actually into you or just wanted to give you a comfortable night, it was all the same to you anyway because you knew nothing could ever become of you and him. Not while your brothers lived, at least.

'You smell nice,' Sihtric said, snapping you out of your dazed state, 'like… lavender and fresh earth or something, it's nice.'

'Oh,' you blushed heavily, remembering when you fell into your garden, 'yeah, it's, uh… natural.'

'Hm,' he hummed and squeezed your knee slightly as his eyes remained on the road.

You tensed, hating that you lied to him again, and before you could stop yourself you told him what had happened.

'Actually,' you blurted out, 'after I climbed out my window I fell into the flower bed. I'm pretty sure my dress is stained, but it's too dark to really tell. I probably crushed the lavender though.'

'You… fell into the flowers?' Sihtric frowned and looked at you for a moment, then a smile fought its way on his face.

'What?' you half snarled, embarrassed, 'god forbid a girl trips in her heels.'

'Gods forbid a girl covered those tracks on her way out too?' Sihtric chuckled, 'I'm starting to see why your brothers shield you from the world, Skat, you're too clumsy and impulsive.'

'Shut up!' you slapped his bicep but couldn't fight your own chuckle either.

You knew you had been reckless, and in hindsight it was kind of funny. Until you remembered the consequences that would follow.

'As if you aren't impulsive,' you then shrugged.

'What do you mean?'

'You dragged me to your car, remember? Rather harshly too. I'm sure that's on camera somewhere. How do you think my brothers would feel about that?'

'As if you would show them,' Sihtric rolled his eyes.

'I might,' you bluffed.

'You won't,' he said sternly and halted at a red light, then looked at you with those intense eyes again, 'you'll be telling on yourself too if you did, and getting Ragnar involved too.'

'I could tell them I snuck out but then got kidnapped by you.'

'I kidnapped you to a party?'

'No, you kidnapped me after the party.'

'Hey,' he laughed and took his hand off your knee, 'you are free to leave whenever you want, princess, but you know the risks. I just wanted to give you that one night, but if you don't want to be around me...'

'I appreciate the snacks,' you said, almost whimpering at the loss of his touch, 'but driving me around town for an hour isn't exactly what I had in mind for my one night.'

'Who said this is it? Who said I'm not taking you home?'

'Jesus,' you scoffed, angrily, 'you really are going to take me back home and rat me out after buying me some food, huh? What a night.'

'No, not your home, darling,' Sihtric shook his head and laughed, 'my home.'

Sihtric was right. He took you home, to his home. It was a long drive indeed, because he lived a few towns further to keep 'business and pleasure separated,' as he said.

'You don't shit where you eat, or whatever the saying is,' he said as he pulled up to the parking garage under his apartment building, 'I mainly do business with people in your town, and I have no desire to walk into them when I'm not working.'

'Why?'

'In my line of work people always need a favour or ask stupid questions,' he sighed, then continued in a mocking tone, 'can you get rid of this body for me? In how many pieces do you chop someone up? What tools do you use? Where do you dispose of them? If I vomit on the body, is my DNA in there?'

'Oh,' you said, a little startled, 'so… you… really do get rid of the bodies.'

'I thought you knew?'

'Well, I had a hunch.'

'Well now you know for sure,' Sihtric said and leaned in to release your seatbelt.

'Yeah,' you breathed as he leaned further to open your door, 'I- I guess so.'

You followed him out of the garage, into a fancy lift, and only in the bright lights and surrounding mirrors did you realise how trashy you looked. Your make-up was waterproof but couldn't hide your slightly puffy eyes from all the crying, and your dress was dark, but not dark enough to blend the mud stains in from your clumsy fall. To make it worse, your hair was messy too and a thread of your skirt had caught on something, and it had started to unravel at the seam, causing half a split in your dress which ran up the side of your thigh, exposing half of your lace panties, which you hadn't realised up until this very moment.

'Fucking hell,' you blushed, desperately clawing at your skirt to cover the lingerie underneath, 'I'm a fucking disaster.'

'A perfect fucking disaster,' Sihtric mumbled as he leaned back against a mirrored wall and looked at you.

He smiled lazily as he eyed you up and down and subtly bit down on his lower lip.

'What did you say?' you gasped and turned to face him.

'You heard me,' he said as the lift dinged, and he brushed past you when the doors opened.

You took off your heels and ran after him, through the long hallway with only a few doors left and right, until you were caught up as he opened the door to his penthouse. He took your shoes and held the door open for you.

'After you,' he said.

You fought the blush on your face and stepped into his apartment, finding a tidy and cosy place despite the size of it. He gave you a quick tour and offered you a drink in his kitchen, but he did ask if you wanted to freshen up first by taking a shower before you made yourself more comfortable.

'I do not wish to remove mud stains from my couch,' Sihtric chuckled and looked at your ruined dress.

'I understand,' you laughed, eyeing the pristine looking white couch in his living room.

He handed you a few towels and a clean shirt, which was so oversized on you that it was hardly any longer than your cocktail dress had been. You took a quick shower and then found Sihtric standing in his living room, staring out his massive windows overlooking the darkened city while he sipped a drink, wearing nothing but black sweats which hung low on his hips. You took in the sight of his bare back as you tiptoed into the dimly lit room. His back was perfectly muscular but scarred, gruesome tales of both his past and line of work decorating his skin.

He turned as he heard you approach, and so revealed that his chest was equally as impressive and scarred as his back was. He smiled when he saw how perfect his black shirt looked on you. It looked even better on you than it looked on him, he thought. He held his hand out when you were in reach, and he intertwined his fingers with yours to pull you in his arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your back pressed against his chest, and you both looked out of the window in silence for a moment.

'Tell me what you want, angel,' Sihtric whispered in your ear, his lips grazing your skin lightly, 'tell me what you want tonight and I'll give it to you. Anything.'

'Anything?' you said softly, your fingers trailing mindlessly over his arms around you.

'Anything, darling.'

'You,' you breathed and turned to face him, 'I just want you, Sihtric. I've always wanted you. From the moment I first saw you, the only thing I've ever wanted more than maybe my freedom was to have you. To be yours. Or… or to have one night with you.'

'Why did you never tell me?' he cupped your cheeks as he stared down into your eyes.

'How could I?' you whispered, your hands slowly sliding up his bare chest, 'we both know I'm doomed to live alone. My brothers chase away any guy that I'm interested in, and they chase away every guy who is considered a bad guy.'

'Your brothers won't chase me away if you are really interested in me,' Sihtric murmured against your lips, 'believe me.'

'Are you a good guy then?'

'No, I'm not a good guy,' he whispered, then lightly pinched your lower lip between his teeth before he flicked his tongue over it, 'shadows live with me, just like they live with your brothers.'

Knowing that you wanted him changed everything. Sihtric knew he had no chance with you if you weren't into him, your brothers would never approve. But if you were serious about him and truly wanted to be with him, then there might be a way for Sihtric to persuade your brothers. But that was a conversation for later. Now, all he wanted was to make your night worth the hassle you had gone through.

'I'm not afraid of your shadows,' you whispered against his lips.

'Are you sure?' Sihtric asked, his voice low while his hand snuck up to wrap around your throat, holding you gently but firm enough to get his point across, 'are you sure you're not afraid of my shadows? Not afraid of me? Your brothers call me the butcher, you know?'

'I'm not scared of you,' you said, enjoying the way he held you close and pressed your back up against the window, 'I don't know what will happen to me after tonight, but I do know that I don't want the last remaining light in me to die out before I know what you feel like. I might never see you again after tonight, Siht,' you breathed, 'and I don't want this moment to go to waste. I want you, shadows and all. I want all of you.'

Sihtric's breathing was heavy, his chest heaving up and down with slow in- and exhales, and then he pulled you in by your throat to crash his lips against yours. Your hands flew into his hair, pulling him closer with each stroke of his tongue against yours while he kissed you slow and deep. His kiss was drugging, making you crave more and more with each second that passed. You rolled your hips against his, feeling his hardened arousal poking against your panties and desperately needing more friction. He hooked his arms under your knees to lift you up, and he carried you into his bedroom while you kissed him like you needed it to breathe. You got lost in each other quickly, while continuing the slow kisses as you undressed each other until you were both naked and under the warm covers.

Rain tapped lightly against the bedroom windows while Sihtric lazily kissed his way down your body in between his murmurs of sweet nothings. He was taking his time, making you nearly tremble with anticipation. He wouldn't rush this moment, and he wanted you to enjoy it as much as he did while he savoured it. Sihtric had longed for you for years too, silently, secretly. And now that you were at the tip of his fingers and in his bed, completely at his mercy, he was going to worship you and prove to you that he was the one and only man for you. He'd make you forget every other guy who ever touched you, because from now on, it would only be him.

He kissed you wherever he could, wet and open-mouth kisses in between soft bites of his teeth and slow strokes of his tongue on your skin, and he only stopped when he was settled between your thighs, he slid off your panties and kissed your legs on his way back, leaving faint love bites all over. Once between your thighs, he didn't kiss you, instead he teased you for a moment with his facial hair and warm breath touching your core, almost ticklishly. He then hooked his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place as he slowly licked your wetted folds, before he gently devoured you with his mouth and tongue and brought you to your climax so fast you were almost embarrassed. But he didn't care that you hadn't lasted long, because he still had the rest of the night with you, and most likely the rest of his life too. And he would make love to you until you simply couldn't take it anymore, by denying your orgasm over and over again while thrusting into you so slowly and sweetly, hitting all those right spots while you cried out his name and raked your nails down his back.

He'd go on until you would beg for him to make you come.

You woke up when rays of sunshine crept up on your face, and for a moment you were completely disorientated. You didn't recognise the bed nor room you were in, until you felt Sihtric's arms around you. You smiled with your eyes closed and buried your face in his neck as he held you a little tighter, and you remembered all the things you had done the night before. It was worth it, you thought. Whatever happens today when you get home, it will be worth it. You had your night with him, your one chance. And even if it had been a one time thing only, it had been worth it, no matter how terrible your heartbreak would be in a few days. You just dreaded the moment to face your brothers. You dreaded that car ride, when Sihtric would take you back to your place and you dreaded losing him forever. You dreaded it all.

And as if Sihtric could sense what you were thinking, he mumbled, 'We'll figure it out, love.'

You fought a sudden urge to cry and turned to face him.

'But how?' you sighed, 'My brothers-'

'I know,' Sihtric hushed you. 'But I promise, darling, we can make this work. Your brothers need me to do a job for them, always. And the amount of shit I have on them,' he whistled and then chuckled, 'you wouldn't believe how I could blackmail them if I wanted to.'

'They'll just shoot you,' you groaned, knowing it wouldn't be this easy.

'They won't,' he grinned, 'because who is going to clean up their bloody mess when the guy who is supposed to do that has become their bloody mess? There is no replacement for me, no one as trusted and secure as me, and they know that. And if you are serious about me,' he said and kissed the tip of your nose, 'if you are as serious about me as I am about you, we can make a deal with your brothers. I know for a fact they'd rather have you with me, than with someone they don't know. All they want is for you to have someone who will treat you right. Someone who will protect you and provide for you. And they know what kind of a guy I am, they know I am all that and more. They can't get rid of me because of the work I do for them, and I'm not planning to get rid of you. So they'll have to accept us being together, there is no other way for them. So trust me, my love,' he smiled, 'we will make this work. If we'd get married then you'd take my name, so you'd be far less of an interesting target for your brothers' enemies. Soon, I will officially propose and then you'll come live with me… if you want all of this, of course.'

'I do!' you rushed to say, 'of course I do. I've always wanted you.'

'Then you're mine now, love,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your lips, 'you're mine, but your freedom will be yours, I promise.'

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