#bloo smut

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Fill The Void • Bloo

Plot:

After ‘Fill The Void’ by The Weeknd dropped, it gave Bloo an idea of doing something similar. His partner is a bit about the idea at first but agrees nevertheless. So while in the studio, Bloo makes sure to get enough moans in his new song. (The music is the only good thing we got from ‘The Idol’)

Pairing:

Kim Hyeon-ung / Daniel (Bloo) x Masc!Reader (Name: Jasper)

Warnings:

Trans Masc Reader, Pre-Bottom Surgery, Semi-Public Sex?, Reader is trans masc with a vjay, Fingering, Hickeys, Choking, Edging, Moaning into a mic, Daddy Kink (we all know this), and Cocky Bloo

Song:

Fill The Void • The Weeknd

“I choose you to fill my void, yeah.”

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Daniel sat back as he listened to his demo, finally having some inspiration for a new song after the newest Weeknd song. As the beat faded out, he rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore his tiredness. There was something missing, well, more like someone, Daniel thought.

He reached for his phone, pulling up his boyfriend's contact. ———— Loverboy <3: baby, can you come by the studio? i need you for something.

Babyboy <3: do you want me to bring you anything while on my way down?

Loverboy <3: Just that phat ass baby~

Babyboy <3: you're such a loser. but i'm on my way. I love you <3

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It wasn’t long before Jasper had reached Daniel’s studio. He walked into his boyfriend’s studio, iced coffee in tow as he wrapped his arms around Daniel from behind.

“I missed you…” Jasper whispered in Daniel’s ear, earning a hearty chuckle from his lover. Jasper kissed Daniel’s forehead before sitting in the chair next to him. “So what did you need me for?”

“First of all baby, are you supposed to be drinking coffee this late at night?” Daniel asked, an amused look on his face. Jasper flipped him off as he took a long sip from the creamy drink.

Daniel smiled, “Anyways, you may hate me for what I’m about to ask you help with.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “You know the new The Weeknd song? Fill the Void?”

Memories of him and Daniel flashed through his mind at the mention of the song. His cheeks turned a light pink as he looked away for a moment. “How could I? It’s been your favorite song to rail me to recently.”

Daniel made a face, basically saying ‘you’re right’. “That’s not the point. I wanted to make a song with a similar sound… but I’m missing the more… sensual sounds, if you know what I mean?”

Jasper’s face went a deep red as he caught on to what Daniel was asking of him. The thought of him making those noises into a microphone made him embarrassed. He was never good at making the noises on command, only really when Daniel and him were doing things.

“I can’t make them on my own though?”

“Who says you’ll have to make them on your own?”

The studio was silent as Jasper’s face and neck were now completely red. Daniel leaned back in his chair, absolutely loving how shy his boyfriend was right now. A cocky smile shown on his face as he waited for his lover’s response.

“…As long as I don’t sound bad.” Jasper said after finally calming his mind and heart rate. Daniel’s cocky smile turned into an excited one. He stood up and pulled Jasper into the recording room.

Jasper had a good singing voice and could easily be a singer if he wanted, but he enjoyed the quiet life and supporting his lover.

“Okay baby, this is your part to sing”, Daniel started while moving to stand behind Jasper. The younger calmed himself and tried to remain focused as he waited for his part to song.

Daniel’s hands ran up and down his body, slowly reaching under Jasper’s shirt, exploring the soft skin as Jasper struggled not to mess up his part.

As the verse continued, Daniel moved his hands down Jasper's pants, snaking under his boxers. He moved one arm to wrap around Jasper, keeping him steady as his fingers moved in circles right on his clit, earning a sudden quiet moan from the other.

Jasper finished his verse, allowing an instrumental to play, his moans mixing with the beat. Daniel’s free hand moved up to wrap around Jasper’s throat, squeezing it a bit as his fingers worked faster.

“Just like that baby, those are the noises we want to hear.” Daniel praised, a cocky smile never leaving his lips as his verse approached.

Daniel’s hands never stopped what they were doing as he finished his part perfectly. Jasper’s thighs closed tightly as his legs buckled slightly. He was reaching his climax, Daniel knew this and pulled his fingers away.

A pathetic whine was heard by only Daniel, he only chuckled lightly as he moved his head to start leaving hickeys along Jasper’s skin.

Jasper’s final part was coming up, causing Daniel’s hand to release the grip it had around his throat. He just managed to catch his breath before he sang his part with his normal sound.

Daniel let Jasper be for some of his verse before moving his fingers again, his eyes rolling as he feels how wet Jasper is by now. His fingers circled the smaller's clit, slowly moving closer to slipping inside of him.

Jasper's singing voice grew more desperate and breathy as he tried to control his moans, failing as Daniel's fingers rubbed right against that special, spongy spot. Jasper's voice stopped as his head fell back against Daniel's shoulder, a load moan following as he came hard on his fingers.

The sight was enough to distract Daniel from their recording session as he drove his fingers faster, allowing Jasper to rid out his high. His free hand reaching up to grasp his cheeks, forcing his neck to the side as he bites down on the younger's neck.

"Daddy!" Jasper said with a strained, whiney voice as legs shook and his pussy throbbed from overstimulation while Daniel's fingers continued. "Too much!"

Daniel's eyes rolled back, his cock throbbed heavily in his pants from how turned on that moan got him. The way Daniel could have his boy so weak in the knees from just from his fingers, it did more than fill his ego.

The idol's thoughts quickly forgot about the song, as he couldn't hold back the overwhelming urge to ruin the boy in his arms. Daniel took both of Jasper's hands and put them above his head as he pinned the younger, chest first, against the studio glass window.

"Fuck baby... you sounds so damn good, you're doing so damn good. My good boy." Daniel's free hand desperately undid Jasper's sweatpants ties before pulling them down as low as he could.

"Daddy please, I want to feel so bad." Daniel could barely contain himself as he quickly undid his jeans and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, hitting right against Jasper's sensitive clit. "Mmm, daddy, fuck me already!"

Jasper was jerked forward against the glass as Daniel shoved himself fully inside of him, a low growl escaped Daniel as Jasper's walls clenched tightly around him. He stood still for a moment, trying not to cum already.

"Fuck baby, you were made to take me. The way you cling around me, sucking me in for more." Daniel whispered against Jasper's ear, leaving deep kisses along his neck, "You're all mine, you belong to me. Just like that baby, keep taking me like the good boy you are."

Jasper's body shook as Daniel sensually thrusted in and out of him, savoring every small noise that fell out of his boy's mouth. Daniel's thrusts moved faster as his free hand found Jasper's swollen clit, rubbing it in circles.

Words were unable to form in Jasper's mind as his body ascended to cloud 9, quickly reaching his climax. "Cum... please? Daddy- please, cum?" His words jumbled as higher pitched moans left his mouth while trying not to cum.

Chuckling against Jasper's neck, Daniel speeds up his rhythm, watching Jasper's face contort from pleasure. "Such a good fuckin' boy, come on baby, cum for daddy." With permission, Jasper feels himself come undone around Daniel's dick. His slick running down the back of his thighs and on to Daniel's, almost causing Daniel to slip out.

Soon, after a few more thrusts, Daniel reaches his end, releasing himself deep inside of his lover. Their juices ran down their legs as Daniel pulled out, admiring his work. "Your pussy looks so good when it's covered in my cum." He chuckles and lightly spanks Jasper's sensitive clit, making the other squeak.

"Asshole, don't do that." Jasper pouts as he wobbled while trying to stand. He leaned back against the wall, letting Daniel gather things to clean them up.

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"I speak my voice and I choose you to fill the void."

[bloos-bloo]

I'M SO SORRY BLOO

BAHAHAHHAHA- NO- IT WAS THE FUNNIEST SHIT TO READ-

IM LOOKING BACK AT IT AND YEAH- I SEE IT- YOU REMINDED ME OF THE SMUT ART OF SANS WITH THE GLOWING BODY- BAKEBDKDBDKDBDJDB UNLOCKED A REPRESSED MEMORY THERE

[mamirhodessxox]

JIMMY IS BACK THEY FUCKING BROUGHT JIMMY BACK HOLY SHIT

[glasvera]

Dead Man Walking

Moon Knight x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Description: Sequel to Blooded Moon! When you're on the run, cursed to be a vampire and chased by the superheroes that want to save the city, Moon Knight finds you first. Maybe saving you isn't his best idea, but he'll be damned if he leaves you behind when you're this terrified. Being easy on the eyes also helps.

Warnings/Disclaimers: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), cursing, angst, blood, blood-sucking, pretty vivid descriptions of the taste (I mean, it's a vampire reader, so what'd you expect?), hurt and comfort, tearing off clothes, shower sex, fucking against the wall, doggy style, fluff and smut

A/N: Oh hey, it me <3 Been working on this one for a while! Hopefully it's a good blend of freaky with sprinkles of comfort... reader did just drink blood for the first time, after all. Title was inspired by the song of the same name (by Grant) because I listened to it at least a dozen times while writing this LOL

Word Count: 3.7k

Blood trickles from the fresh puncture wounds in his neck. Your inhibitions begin to leave you when you dive in, lapping that liquid vitality, groaning with each swallow. You don't bite again, at least not yet, but you do suck, coaxing forth just a bit more blood from his veins that you gulp down eagerly. His hips buck up into you and he lets out a low moan, fingertips delving beneath the waistband of your pants and squeezing the bare skin of your hips.

You drink in the sweet tang of his blood, the salt of his sweat. He tastes divine, and the sounds you draw from his lips leave your thighs quivering with want. It isn't long before your hips meet his in their movements, undulating and grinding against him with hot exhales of breath fanning across his neck.

Impatient hands get to work, first at his red-stained cloak, quickly followed by his pauldrons, chest plate, and his bracers and gloves. Soon he's left in just his undershirt from the chest up, the fabric clinging to every curve and muscle of his delicious frame, and your hands roam across the expanse of dark grey fabric. He shudders under your touch but doesn't remain idle as he splays his hands across your bare back before pushing your shirt up. Goosebumps litter your skin in the wake of his movements.

“Mind if I…?” he murmurs, his voice rumbling just next to your ear. A flash of your tongue cleans the drop of blood that dared to attempt an escape from your lips before you smile, baring your sharp fangs. He curses under his breath. “That… shouldn’t be as hot it is.”

A dark chuckle thrums in your chest as you raise your arms above your head and help him divest you of your shirt. 

“Shit.” His eyes roam hungrily over the skin exposed to him. It’s smooth and cool like polished marble. Lips, red and sticky with blood, press searing, messy kisses along your clavicle. When his bare hands find your breasts, you gasp at just how hot he feels.

You hadn’t really considered that you were cold until now. It was your new normal. Now, with feverish palms molding and squeezing your tits and a tongue like lava savoring the expanse of your neck… surely you were going to burst into flames. It eats you alive. You need more. You need to consume, to be consumed.

Fingernails sharpen into claws before you’re tearing apart the barrier keeping you from his chest. Marc’s eyes widen, but he makes no move to stop you, shrugging off the remaining shreds of fabric as they scatter to the floor. Locking your thighs tighter around his hips, you push him down to lie on his back, smiling coyly. You drink in the veritable feast of a man beneath you. Fingertips spread through coarse, thick hair as you brace yourself against his heaving chest. Thin, angry lines criss-cross his skin, beading with red rivulets, the aftermath of your hastiness. You catch one of them on the pad of your index finger before bringing it to your lips and darting your tongue out to taste it.

But then a wave of realization washes over you. This… this isn’t you. Blood crazed, seductive, feral. It felt like someone else had taken over you.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the way you stiffen atop him. A gentle, albeit searing, touch grazes your cheek. “Hey… you doin’ okay?”

Your eyes snap back down to meet his, greeting that chocolate gaze with a red-tinted, frenzied glance. Breath shudders forth from your chest. “I am… I…”

Your eyelids shut tight and you hold your head in your hands. Guilt shrouds over you like a thunderous cloud. You should be asking him that question. You owed him so much, and all you’ve done is take and take and take…

The hand at your cheek presses firmer, cupping your jaw while his thumb brushes soothingly over your cheekbone. “We don’t have to do this.”

“No, I want to, I just--give me a moment.” Peeking through barely open slits, you can see the concern etched upon the lines of his face. Despite the flush that decorates it, the desire that blackens his irises, there is a patience there that, whether or not you felt deserving of it, you had grown accustomed to.

Though he does give you a few moments of silence, he eventually speaks up. “I’m fine, if that’s what you’re worried about. Khonshu sure as hell isn’t happy about it, but I don’t need him butting in on this sort of thing anyway.”

It doesn’t quell the shame, the fear of the possibility that gnaws at your conscience. “...What if you turn?” you ask meekly.

He gazes up at you softly now, a pitying exhale breathing through his lips. “Pretty sure it has to be intentional. I’ll be fine,” he reassures you. It’s not like you could argue with him; after all, only one of you had long-term experience with these sorts of things. You had only just turned a month or so ago. “Besides, I don’t think Khonshu would let me go that easily.”

A sudden twinge and a wince as he turns his head away in pain confirms that, at least.

“Yeah…” he scoffs with a cock of his head, “I’ll be fine.”

You give him a tiny, sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry.” When he gives you a curious look, you add, “For complicating things, I mean. With Khonshu, Iron Man, all of it.” You lean into the hand that lingers at your cheek before letting out a long, drawn out sigh. “I can’t imagine that drinking your blood will help the situation, either.”

“Stop that.”

You blink in surprise as the pad of his thumb tugs at your lip, swiping away the blood beginning to crust there. “What…?”

He sits back upright, holding your head between his palms. His touch still feels almost feverish to you, but there’s gentleness, comfort, and in this position, you can’t help but stare into his eyes and find the sincerity behind his gaze.

“You’re questioning if you’re worth the time, the effort. You don’t get to decide that.”

Your heart might as well be trapped in his fist with the way it clenches in your chest.

“I--”

“Stand up,” he commands.

Your body freezes for a moment, tender muscles only just revitalized feeling sore with the sudden tension. But he’s raising a brow, reaching down and pushing at your hips, and you don’t have time to think when you’re too busy collecting your bearings and keeping your balance. Were your legs really this wobbly before? You stagger to your feet like a newborn fawn.

“Let’s get you washed up,” he adds sternly, pointing with a nod of his head in the direction of his sleeping quarters. When you hesitate, he stands and sighs with a slump of his shoulders. “C’mon. You trust me, don’t you?”

What did trust have to do with it? Other than you being around him at all as a blood sucking vampire, or as someone who up until recently was a complete stranger, or how another member of his team wanted you wiped off the face of the earth, or--

“Hey. Snap out of it.” Despite his tone, his hand takes yours gingerly. Your eyes snap towards his, surprised to find him gazing warmly at you through cocoa irises. “We can explore whatever the fuck just happened later, but you clearly need a minute, and we both could stand to have a little less blood caked on us.”

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You remember how the faucet on your apartment’s shower used to squeak when turned. Of course, being in the Baxter building, the plumbing had no such problems here. Only the hiss of warm water sounds before the streams begin to drum against the porcelain floor.

It’s funny… only a few minutes prior, you were practically ripping each other’s clothes off. Now it’s an awkward fumble, grunts and oofs punctuated with occasional apologies, stumbling against the wall with pants legs tangled around your ankles. You bump your nose against his knee at one point and your eyes begin to water even as you snort out a laugh at your clumsiness.

“You know,” you start with an airy chortle, “I always thought being a vampire would lend a bit more grace to the afflicted.”

The water is almost too hot when you step into it, but there's comfort in the steam that coalesces about your body. Marc joins you soon after, and you can tell he's trying to give you space if you need it…

…even if his arousal still occasionally nudges your thigh or butt.

Who could blame the man when sanguine perfection stands before him?

You hear him grunt with discomfort as the water washes over his fresh cuts and bruises. Regardless, it isn't long before lavender hits your nostrils and you feel strong, firm hands at your shoulders.

“S'pose it's like piloting a new body,” he replies as he massages the soap into your tender skin. A contented hum rumbles in your throat and your head lolls lazily to one side. “You, uh… changed a bit once you tasted my blood.”

“Don't remind me,” you groan.

“No, not like that,” he chuckles. “I mean physically. You got stronger. Your… you seemed to perk up a bit.” His voice wavers. Did he sound embarrassed?

“I… what?”

Soap lathered hands make their way down your back. His thumbs press outside the ridges of your spine, mapping every dip and curve. Your cheek presses against the cool tile wall as his fingertips work miracles into your aching muscles, melting you like butter. Your back arches with the pleasant side benefit of pushing your ass out towards him, and you can feel him freeze for a fraction of a second, but he quickly recovers. 

“Pretty sure it was mainly the muscles, and it's nothing dramatic, but ah…” his touch dips lower, leaning forward with his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. Now his hands are at your hips and you feel the hesitation in his tensed fingers. “Seems like you got a bit of a lift in certain areas.”

Oh. You peek down at your chest, and it does seem a bit more shapely, but you had been a bit too distracted to notice earlier. Blood sucking, kissing, and all that.

“I guess it makes sense. Vampires in the stories are always supposed to be alluring, right?” you reason with a chuckle, though a smirk does tug at your lips. “How'd you notice the difference?”

“I, well… you see--” he stammers, and you feel his body stiffen.

“I'm teasing, Marc,” you reassure him with a lilting giggle. He relaxes only slightly, and you can't help but roll your eyes. “I… like knowing you look at me like that. Like this.” You turn in his hold, pressing your back to the tile and taking his hands in yours. He drinks in your nude form hungrily, openly, eyeing the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the fill of your hips. It sparks something in your chest before a warming flame flickers in your belly.

“I like you.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips, no longer painted red with his blood now that the water has washed it away. There’s that hesitation again, even if his eyes are halfway through fucking you already. Something holds him back. You lace your fingers together before bringing your joined hands above your head, forcing him to lean towards you to keep his balance. Water beads and drips from his messy brown locks onto your face, but you barely even notice it. All you can focus on is the way his gaze bores into you, eyes darkened with lust yet softened by tenderness. This was different from before, when everything had happened so fast. Taut strings of building tension had snapped, pooling desires had overflowed.

But this?

You study his rugged features, dropping one hand to press your fingertips and drag them languidly along the scratchy stubble of his jawline. Cupping his face, you can trace the pad of your thumb along his cheekbone while his eyes flutter closed. In this moment, you have all the time in the world.

“Well… good thing I like you, too,” he responds gruffly, untangling your fingers to brace himself against the wall. He leans over you properly, caging you with his palms flat on either side of your head, pinching his inner lip between his canines.

You let out a shuddery breath as your eyes devour every delicious detail of him, openly ogling every muscle. Your fingertips fall to his chest again, gentler this time, but still raking through that coarse chest hair and following it across his stomach as it trails all the way down, down…

You draw your index finger teasingly down his shaft. A sharp intake of breath hisses through his teeth as his brow knits together, and his cock twitches expectantly in response to your touch.

“I can tell.”

There's barely enough time for that cheeky smirk to spread across your face before he dives in, groaning and slanting his mouth over yours. Salt, sweat, the lingering taste of his blood accented by the somewhat metallic tang of the shower water, is all spoon fed to your palette when his tongue parts the seam of your lips. You gasp delightedly at his eagerness and wrap your fingers around him properly. In response, one hand shoots down to your thigh and digs into the plush flesh, hiking your leg up and pushing you firmly against the cold tile.

It's a mess of teeth and tongue, wet and warmth, hunger and affection. Your tongues dance, caress, fight, but he relents when you suck on the appendage, letting out a breathy groan and rutting into your hand.

Gently, avoiding breaking the skin, you kiss and suck, grazing your fangs across his skin as your lips trail along his jaw towards your prize. He surrenders willingly, almost excitedly, tilting his head to expose his neck to you. The animal in you begs you to bite down, to take in more of that liquid vitality, but you have to prove yourself worthy of his trust, worthy of his affection, worthy of this.

“You…” Another pleasured exhale interrupts him. “You don’t have to be gentle.” It’s so sincere it makes your chest ache, your lips trembling as they hover over his pulse point.

“Let me be,” you plead softly as your breath fans across his neck. “Let me prove that I can.”

His head turns and presses an awkward kiss to the soaked strands of your hair. “Alright. Can’t promise I will be, though.”

You snort out a sudden laugh at that before echoing his own sentiment. “You certainly don’t have to be gentle with me.”

It seems to spur him to action once more. Reaching down to replace your hand with his own, he strokes his cock and lines it up with your entrance. You’re more than ready, practically dripping even without the water that cascades down your bodies. Despite all of his talk, his reassurances, his patience, you can tell it’s all beginning to wear thin as his breathing grows more and more ragged when the tip nudges past your labia.

Your knee is practically pressed to your chest, folding you in half as he holds your perfect legs wide open. It takes effort, conscious thought, to breathe as you hug your arms around his shoulder and bury your face into his neck, but you’re rewarded with the delicious drag of his cockhead as it slides into you.

“Fuck…”

A single curse shouldn’t be so attractive, but the way his voice goes gravelly, breathy, the way he digs his fingers into your thigh just to keep himself composed, all because of you? You could live off of this high.

True to his word, it doesn’t take long before he’s snapping his hips against yours, fucking you into the tiles. You would be surprised, no, impressed by his stamina despite your earlier drink if it weren’t for the fact that you were preoccupied spilling moan after moan into the crook of his neck. He slides in and out of you so easily, curves just right, that you can’t help but wonder if his cock was somehow made for you. Every nerve ending is set alight with pleasure, the searing heat of his body branding you as you hold on for dear life and dig your nails into his back.

“M-Marc! Oh fuck-” you breathe into his skin. You taste the salty tang of his sweat against your lips as he pistons in and out of you in a heated frenzy.

Your moans are music to his ears. He cups your ass in his other hand before lifting you up completely, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you against the wall. His pace never falters, and the slight change in angle leaves you keening out high-pitched cries and seeing stars. The muscles of your core tense as that wonderful pleasure starts to build. His hips clap against yours, and his pubic bone grinds deliciously against your clit with every thrust. 

“That’s it--fuck, feels so good… shit…” he praises, grunting with effort when your velvety walls clench around him. “Perfect… so fucking perfect--”

You whine as a tingling sensation sparks across your body and spreads to your extremities. No one has ever fucked you so well, so thoroughly, and your heightened vampiric senses only seem to multiply the sensations tenfold. You feel every inch of him with every thrust, feel the way he fucks into you like his life depends on it, feel the press of his fingers as they squeeze into your flesh.

“Right there, yes!” you whimper, throwing your head back against the wall when he angles his thrusts ever so slightly to the side. You’re so close, so fucking close, your moans growing airier, whinier, desperate.

And then he’s setting you back down onto your feet, and you can’t believe he would have the audacity when you were this fucking close--!

But he’s breathing heavily, his heart racing, when that gruff voice commands, “Turn around.”

That alone almost makes up for it, sending shivers down your spine that morph into pleasured shudders that warm you to your core.

He pulls out of you and you’re quick to comply, turning and bracing your hands against the same wall that had been kind enough to support you so far. It’s mere seconds before his hands find your ass, cupping it possessively. Your back arches and you press impatiently against his achingly hard cock, still slick with your juices, peering over your shoulder and biting your lip. Your fang just barely pricks the plump flesh and draws forth a bead of blood that you instinctively lap up even if it’s your own.

“F-Fuck… needed this view.” His voice is like silk and gravel, breathless, airy, and rough. He wastes no more time in reentering you.

Oh gods.

If you thought he was perfect before, if you thought there was no way he could feel even better, you were criminally mistaken. It’s too sinful to be heaven and yet it’s pure euphoria as he fucks you hard and fast, the curve of his length dragging perfectly and hitting that spongy spot that leaves you whimpering and babbling for more. One hand darts between your legs and feverishly your fingertips circle your clit, timing it with his thrusts. Your ass and tits bounce with the force of his fucking, and he leans over you to capture one of your breasts in his hand as he pinches and squeezes at your supple skin. Hot breath puffs against your back.

“Can feel… you squeezing me… shit, come on--” he grunts.

All you can give in response are gasps and lilting cries as your moans grow higher and higher in pitch. Your cheek is smashed against the wall and your jaw hangs slack, drooling with pleasure. His cock hammers into you, fingers tug and twist at your nipple, and your own work desperately at your bud as you chase the wave that crests higher and higher within you. The closer you get, the more your moans sound like pleas for release. He doesn’t relent, even as his breathing grows more and more labored, the effort leaving his body even hotter against the permanent chill of your vampiric skin.

“Yes, yes, fu--hah… mm--mmh--fuck!” Your throat is hoarse from moaning and leaves your voice wispy and airy as you crest closer, closer, chasing the wave and riding it further and further--

It crashes, and you crash with it, slamming into you with a flurry of fiery, euphoric explosions as you spasm and convulse, crying out with your orgasm as your core tightens and your pussy grips his cock like a vice.

“Shit!” he curses, leaning back and gripping your hips with both hands as he slams into you, chasing his own release. You shudder as he fucks you through the aftershocks. Faster. Faster. It’s almost bruising, but you’re made of tougher stuff than most. Gargled moans bubble in your throat.

He finally stills in you with a guttural groan, emptying his load deep into you as he pants for breath. His grip on you finally loosens before he slumps forward, catching himself on the wall as the shower fills the silence with the gentle hiss of water. Your head is filled with a pleasant buzz, your mind hazy as you try to stagger yourself upright. 

Before you can stand up fully, however, Marc’s arms wrap tightly around your waist as he hugs you to him. It’s a complete turnaround from how rough he had been just moments ago. Tender, loving, even. The hug turns into a sway, guiding the two of you back and forth softly. He buries his nose into the crook of your neck.

“You good?” he murmurs. His lips press gentle kisses along your shoulder.

Affection swells in your chest and you nuzzle into him with your cheek. How could you put it into words suitable enough? For the first time since your transformation, you felt whole again, accepted, trusted, cared for.

“I feel wonderful,” you beam, wrapping your arms around his. It’s good that you’re turned away from him in the shower, because you feel the happy tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

For the first time in months, in the arms of the man that saved your life in more ways than he could imagine, you were more than good. You were home.

[margotw10bis]

The Place Before the Darkness.JJK TEASER

husband!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: angst; fluff; smut; attempt of a thriller

Words: ?

Synopsis: It was love at first sight with your husband but when you find a secret phone in Jungkook's office, everything shatters as you suspect him to have an affair. However, maybe he has deeper secrets...

Warnings: none for the teaser

4 Years Ago

You've decided to relax at the hotel while the others went scuba diving.The bar of the hotel is great, just like the rest of the facilities, especially to forget how awfully lonely you are while your friend is getting married.

Yet, the relaxing time you were expecting is fading away when a man takes the seat next to yours at the bar. Your breath hitches because damn! He looks good. You are not sure you’ve ever seen a man this handsome. He is tall and his black hair is shining. He looks casual with his Hawaiian shirt and his shorts.

You’re having a hard time not staring at him but what can you say? It’s not easy taking your eyes off of him. He is attractive, too attractive.

"No scuba diving?" He asks you

You are surprised — it’s an understatement — because how the hell does he know that?! But you can’t say anything when you meet his eyes. They are so black, it’s intimidating but there is a sparkle of playfulness in them. This man is a paradox: all seems mysterious and comfortable at the same time; cold and warm; distant and kind. However, a weird feeling embraces you, just like you’ve known him all your life. Is it… love at first sight? You’ve read about it, you’ve seen it in movies but experiencing it… Wow, it’s an all other level. 

"I saw you and your group of friends yesterday at the restaurant, and this morning, I spotted them heading to the boats" He explains — your shock must have been well visible 

"You have a great memory to remember so much about strangers" You joke 

“Selective memory in fact”  He corrects with a oh-so-charming smile and you literally feel your heart melt and your cheeks burn “And I’m particularly attentive to beautiful women"

This sentence could make you ill-at-ease, it’s such a playboy thing. But the way he is sipping on his fresh beer so casually and his eyes… So honest.

"Can I invite you for diner?" He asks and you have to pinch your arm to make sure you are not dreaming 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

“Can I call you back?” You ask through the phone but actually don’t wait for any answer and just hang up

You were searching some documents for the assurance in your husband’s office when you found it. A phone. At first, you tried to look for some rational explanations of why your husband would hide a phone in his desk.

The latest text, from yesterday, was an address. A hotel address. It was an appointment for tomorrow. Your heart sunk as you went through the convo: over and over again, the same hotel room with different dates and hours. For four months. 

So this is it. Your husband is cheating on you. You can’t stop your crying because the pain in your chest is just unbearable. You thought that Jungkook was the love of your life when you married him three years ago. And even now, with your broken heart, you still believe he is. You haven’t thought about living without him, it can’t be possible. 

When you hear the front door and your husband asking if you’re home, your sobbing gets lourder and  you have to put your hand on your mouth to mutter it. The steps you know so well — just like you thought you knew your husband so well — are getting closer and closer. When he pushed the door, he didn’t think he would find you crying in his leather chair. The biggest tears he has seen since he knows you.

“What’s going on?" He hastily asks you, panicked that you might be hurt 

And you are indeed. You are feeling so much pain that you wonder how your heart hasn’t stop beating of how squeezed it has become. 

Once again, your husband frowns but only a second. Because his big does eyes widen at the sight of his secret device in your shaky hand. All his blood is drained from his face, making his skin look pale. He gulps but his throat feels as dry as a desert. 

“Y/N, I swear, it’s not what you think” He starts but his voice is already broken 

“So you don’t go to those rendezvous in that hotel?” You ask

Your voice has some hope in it, like you still think there is a tiny chance that your husband is not cheating on you. But a single glance at him and at his guilty face is enough to definitely break this hope.

[onlygirlaliveinnyc]

quickie [18+] ☾⋆⁺₊✧

pairing: 90s!damon albarn x fem!reader words: 1114 genre: smut !!, dom!damon, porn w/o plot kinda warnings: unprotected sex, kinda rough sex, hand over mouth to keep you quiet, semi-public/ slight exhibitionism ?, praise, minors dni ! summary: backstage before the show, damon pulls you into an unlocked room for a fast fuck—only to get interrupted—briefly. a/n: based on a req from anon :p ty for this i was so excited for this !! ༉‧₊˚. hope you love it <3

you heard him before you saw him—low voice caught in the hum of soundcheck and hallway static, somewhere between laughter and the flick of a lighter. it was chaos in the corridor, wires underfoot, someone yelling about the lights—but damon moved like the noise bent for him. like it all hushed the second he lifted his eyes.

and then he saw you.

that smirk, slow and sure. he didn’t even say your name—just tipped his head and murmured, “been lookin’ at me like you’re gonna eat me alive.”

you hummed, lips parting. “what if i was?”

he was in front of you before you could blink, hand already catching your wrist. warm, steady. “come with me.”

the walk was a blur (haha)—tight corridors, quick turns, frantic heat under your skin. he didn’t ask, didn’t look back. just found the nearest half-lit room, didn’t even check if it locked. the door slammed and you were shoved up against it, breath caught in your throat.

he kissed you like he was starving—hot, biting, messy. his fingers were already under your skirt, already dragging your panties down, already groaning into your mouth when he felt how wet you were.

“fuck,” he panted. “you get me like this every time. s’not fair.”

“you’ve got five minutes,” you whispered, gasping as his hand slid between your thighs.

“then you better be quick about beggin’.”

he spun you around, pressed you to the wall with his body flush behind yours. you felt his belt hit the floor. heard the clumsy drag of his zipper.

“spread your legs.”

you did, cheek pressed to the wall, heart racing. his hand came down on your ass, firm and filthy.

“good girl,” he muttered. “fuckin’ knew you’d let me take you like this.”

you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, already slick from your arousal. he pushed in without warning, slow at first—but deep, unrelenting. the stretch knocked the breath out of you.

“jesus—tight little thing, aren’t you?”

you tried to answer, but all that came out was a moan.

he started to move—quick, rough, no teasing. each thrust pushed your hips harder into the wall. his hand clamped over your mouth before you could cry out again.

“shhh. can’t have anyone hearin’ how good you take it. quiet for me, yeah?”

you nodded, desperate. your fingers curled against the wall, trying to hold on.

he was fucking you fast now, hard and desperate, the way only a quickie could be. it was all frantic hips and teeth-gritted breathing. the slap of skin, the drag of fabric. your skirt bunched around your waist, his shirt hanging open, breath hot against your shoulder.

then a knock at the door.

you froze—but damon didn’t.

“damon?” graham’s voice, half-laughing, faintly annoyed. “they’re lookin’ for you, mate.”

you whimpered into damon’s palm. he groaned low and deep, still buried to the hilt inside you, hips not stopping for a second.

“just a sec,” damon called back, voice somehow calm—velvet-smooth, with only the faintest rasp. “had to fix somethin’ with the setlist.”

“what, this close to go-time?” graham scoffed. “you’re mad. alex is lookin’ for you, thinks you’ve done a runner.”

damon rolled his eyes and slowed just enough to hiss in your ear, “can’t even disappear for a shag without them gettin’ twitchy…”

“what was that?” graham’s voice piped up again.

“nothin!” damon’s tone lifted into something breezy, even as he kept moving inside you—slower now, deeper. deliberate. you dug your nails into his shoulder, shaking. “just had a thought about ‘to the end,’ wanted to note it down before i forgot.”

“jesus christ,” graham muttered. “you and your bloody epiphanies. well, hurry it up, yeah? we’re on in five.”

his footsteps didn’t fade immediately—he lingered, fiddling with something just outside the door.

damon kept going, hand tight on your hip. leaned in, lips brushing your cheek

“don’t stop now,” he whispered. “he’s still out there.”

you nodded, biting your lip so hard it hurt.

he was so deep it was dizzying, dragging his cock in slow and thick while he calmly called out, “tell alex i’ll be there in two.”

“yeah, yeah,” graham said, clearly unconvinced. “whatever this is, it better be worth it.”

the handle jiggled slightly—your heart jumped into your throat.

“don’t come in,” damon said, tone sharper now. “seriously.”

“alright, alright. fuckin’ hell.” graham finally walked off, muttering.

as soon as the coast cleared, damon’s rhythm snapped back into place—fast and brutal. his composure broke, the control in his voice splintering.

“look at you,” he breathed. “nearly got caught and you’re still lettin’ me fuck you dumb.”

“shut up,” you gasped, clenching around him.

he laughed—soft and breathless. “you love it. love bein’ taken like this. up against a door, anyone could walk in.”

he grabbed your hair, not rough—just enough to make your head tilt back so he could kiss your cheek, your jaw, your temple.

“wish you could see how good you look right now,” he muttered. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. mine.”

your whole body tightened at the sound of his voice, that perfect clipped edge—gentle and posh and ruined. he hitched one of your legs higher, angling deeper. you nearly sobbed.

“that’s it,” he groaned. “fuck, you feel that? every inch—right there—”

your orgasm hit hard. silent at first, then a whimper he caught with his mouth. your whole body shook against his. your knees went, but he held you up, kept thrusting through it, desperate and breathless.

“so fuckin’ good for me. let me feel you come. just like that.”

he followed you seconds later, hips jerking, face buried in your neck as he spilled inside you. one last deep thrust and he stilled, breath shuddering, lips pressed to your shoulder.

“fuck. fuck.”

you stayed there for a beat, hearts pounding. no words. just the quiet roar of the stage bleeding through the walls.

finally he pulled out, hands careful. helped smooth your skirt down, fingertips soft now.

“you alright?” he asked, voice hoarse but sweet.

you nodded, dazed. “you?”

he grinned. “reckon i’ll survive.”

he tucked himself away, buttons his shirt with shaky fingers. you leaned on the wall, legs trembling.

he kissed your cheek—soft, reverent. then your mouth.

“stay in the wings,” he said, hand brushing your hair back. “need to see you when i’m up there. gonna be thinkin’ about you the whole fuckin’ set.”

you smiled. “i’ll be there.”

and then he was gone—out the door, back to noise and lights like nothing happened.

but the flush in your cheeks, the mess between your legs, the curl of his smirk as he vanished down the hall—

yeah. it happened.

and it’d happen again.

[catsteeth]

Hii, I love your writings❤️ Can you write Podrick Payne and the fem reader? The reader is a Jon's twin sister, the Queen in the North. And Podrick has been in love with her for years, from the moment he first saw her. The reader is aware of the situation from the beginning, and when they meet again in the North at the end of the road, she notices once again how Podrick looks at her, but the only difference is that he is not a child anymore.☆

Growing Pains🍎

A/N: Thank you sm angel baby! Now this is what I AM TALKING ABOUT!!! Girl hell yes I can… I love this concept but I am going to take some liberties with the timelines and when Podrick is introduced in the story but let's all just sit back and have fun. You didn’t specify if you wanted smut but girls just wanna have fun so I did it anyway (there will be a cut off so you know when it's coming if you wanna stop reading beforehand) Hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request!! CW: SMUT MDNI, fuff, pining, mention of prostitution, mention of alcohol, fingering, grinding,

You had a hard go of it in life. 

Being the bastard of Ned Stark and the twin of Jon Snow. Having the last name of Snow swayed every person's opinion of you. Except for one, Podrick. A squire of little influence. When he and his Lord Tyrion visited the North with the rest of the Lannister and Baratheon family, he found himself enamored with you.

At first he thought it was because of your fair beauty. Your skin had a glow to it, your eyes as well. 

As the Stark family lined up to greet the royal family you and Jon were standing behind them. An embarrassment to the family but an open embarrassment nonetheless.

As you stood there, you studied all the knights and kings guard that stood before you and your family. You thought some of them were handsome but none captured your interest really. 

That was until your brother Jon nudged you. 

“It would seem you’ve an admirer, dear sister.” He teased as you looked and saw a shorter boy with short brown hair. He was certainly a squire. As your eyes met his he looked away 

nervously. 

You looked back to Jon, “Merely a boy, Jon.” 

“Aye, as you are merely a girl.” He said with a smirk. You nudged him harder and gave him a cold and hard scowl, making him struggle to hold in laughter.

As Lord Tyrion descended from his carriage he stood beside Podrick while he waited for Robert and Nedd to be done with their reunion. However when he looked behind Nedd he noticed Nedd’s bastards giggling like children until Lady Catelyn shot them a glare that shut them up quickly.

However he also noticed how Podricks gaze was fixated on you. His face reveals how pathetically enamored he was with you. Tyrion chuckled to himself and then tugged on Podrick’s sleeve a few times until his attention returned to his Lord. 

“Yes, my Lord?” Podrick asked, 

“You are appointed to serve me, not Ned Stark's bastard daughter.” Tyrion said to Podrick in a teasingly scornful tone. “Is that who that is?” He asked his eyes to stay put on you.

Tyrion nodded, “(Y/N) Snow…” Tyrion spoke your name and to Podrick it sounded like poetry. He looked back over to you as Podrick mouthed your name back to himself. “A beautiful girl,” Tyrion said matter of factly. 

“Yes, yes she is.” Podrick nodded, still unable to tear his gaze away from you. 

“You know what they say about Northern girls?” Tyrion smirked as he looked up at Podrick, 

Podricks gaze finally looked back to Tyrion with a confused look, “No?” 

“Perhaps you’ll find out.” He said with a raised brow, making Podrick swallow hard.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Later that night during the feast you and Jon were turned away from the dining hall. It would be an insult to the royal family if you two were sitting in their field of vision. Gods forbid they were to see a bastard while they ate a meal that your family prepared for them. 

You were content to go to your chambers and wait out the feast before you’d sneak into the kitchen and eat whatever was left. But the plum tree had recently bloomed and it was too tempting for you to wait until the feast was over. 

Normally you’d convince Bran to climb the tree to pick you some but you were alone. So you did the next best thing, convince the next man you saw.

“Hello, kind ser. Could I trouble you for just a moment.” You said to a shadowed form nearby that was approaching. As it got closer you noticed it was the boy that was staring at you from the courtyard beside Lord Tyrion. 

“Yes, yes, my Lady, no trouble at all.” He said, stammering nervously as he walked closer toward you.

“I recognize you… I saw you today. You’re not a Northerner.” You said with narrow eyes.

“N-no, my Lady I am a squire to Lord Tyrion Lannister.”  He spoke softly and sweetly, but again, nervously.

“Huh, not a Ser then.” You furrowed your brows, examining the boy in front of you. Unsure if you could trust him or not. 

He shook his head, “And you’re (Y/N)... Daughter of Nedd Stark.” He was careful not to use the last name of Snow.

“I am.” You said strongly. 

“W-why are you not at the feast my lady?” 

“Lady Catelyn thought it might insult the royal family for me and my brother to be seated in their midst.” You explained 

“Why would she think that?” He asked genuinely, couldn’t understand you being hidden from anyone. 

“I am.. unsightly.” You tried to find the right word,

“I don’t think that is the word to describe you-” 

“A bastard… to put it simply.” You turned your mind back to the task at hand, unwilling to discuss the matter further. You looked up at the plums ripe on the tree behind you. “But nonetheless a bastard gets hungry just the same as anyone else.” You looked back at Podrick hoping he would get the hint. “Can't reach it though.” 

“Yes of course,” He said quickly as soon as he understood what it was you needed from him. 

You giggled to yourself as you watched him struggle to climb the tree. Just as he was about to pick the best one, his foot slipped and he fell out of the tree, with tons of plums following him. “Oof!” He grunted as he hit the ground and was covered in plums.

“Oh!” You shouted as you ran up to him. You couldn’t help but laugh as you kneeled beside him, “I am sorry, I do not mean to laugh!” You covered your mouth trying to conceal your amusement, 

He looked up at you with stars in his eyes, that could have been the fall but he was sure that you looked like you were made by the Gods themselves. “That’s alright,” He said softly with a dimwitted smile on his face. 

You kissed his cheek as a token of your appreciation, when you did he thought he might die. “I thank you.” You said as you grabbed a plum from his lap, making him blush, 

“Of-Of course my Lady,” He stammered,

You bit into the juicy plum, “I’m no Lady.” You stood and walked away. 

However, that wouldn’t be the last time the two of you crossed paths. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

When Jon left for the nights watch and was to leave for Kings Landing with your sisters, Lady Catelyn made it clear she wanted you gone. So you went with your sisters, however in KingsLanding you worked as a handmaiden. 

But this did just give Podrick more of an opportunity to fawn over you. 

When given the chance, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. 

On one occasion you and Podrick got drunk off of his Lord Tyrion’s wine when you were alone. You threw cherries across a room while Podrick attempted to catch them in his mouth. 

Tyrion walked in when he heard the commotion and drunk laughter from the hallway. He could see the love in the drunk Podricks eyes clear as day. 

He felt slightly responsible for Podrick and offered him a gift of experience. He took Podrick to a pleasure house where he said  “If you’re going to take that bastard girl's maidenhead, you might as well know how to do it well.” 

“We are only friends, my Lord.” He stammered nervously,

“Unlikely it will stay that way.” He said as he left him alone with the three women.

That wouldn’t happen in Kings Landing however. After the execution of your father you traveled North to your Brother Jon.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Years later however, after a long and hard battle, figuratively and literally, you were an adored and respected figure in the North. So much so that you were named Queen. 

When you caught word that Podrick was on the grounds of Winterfell you felt an unexplainable urge to meet with him again. 

You saw him sparring with a man on the training grounds. You watched as this once frail and inexperienced boy fought with honor and precision. It made you feel a tightening in your stomach. You felt yourself losing your trail of thought as you watched him, until he noticed you.

“(Y/N)” He said with wide eyes, and then bam! His sparring opponent knocked him down while he was off guard, “Oof!” He tapped out, “Enough for today.” He hopped off the ground and ran over towards you, smiling, 

You smiled back, “You look different. Well, but different.” 

“You look the same.” He said catching his breath

You narrowed your eyes slightly as you smirked, “I’ll take that as a compliment,” He nodded, “It is.” His smile was almost contagious. 

“Who taught you?” You asked, trying to distract from the compliment. “Brienne of Tarth, I’ve come into her service after Lord Tyrion.”

“An improvement.” You nodded, “You fight well.” 

He bowed his head slightly “Thank you, your Grace.” 

“No need for such formality.” You waved your hand in dismissal, 

“Your Grace-” Someone of little interest to you at that moment spoke. Rushing you off to your regal duties. 

You couldn’t say your goodbyes before being rushed off. Just like last time. 

The rest of the day you spent thinking of him. Of how different things were now, how different you and he were, how much a man he’d grown into. 

It was only until that night when you had the opportunity to speak to him once more.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ 

As Tyrion, Jaime, and Brienne finished a drinking game, Tormund came in an attempt to court Brienne but of course was unsuccessful. As he faced the rest of the table in a defeated sorrowful look, Podrick smiled at him. 

As the Giant man left the table, Podrick looked back and noticed you. Once he saw you, his smile grew into a bigger and genuine one. 

“Walk with me?” You asked and he of course nodded. Leaving the table in haste, making Tyrion smirk.

The two of you walked around the grounds, that now with everyone in the tavern was empty.

As you walked around, he noticed the very same plum tree that he fell from all those years ago. The tree hadn’t bloomed yet but, he thought back on that memory so often he couldn’t have been mistaken. 

“Last time we were here you were here because you weren’t allowed in the dining hall. Now you own it.” He smiled at you, proud of your accomplishments. 

“And you were in the dirt covered in-” You said teasingly with a mischievous smile.

“Plums.” He said matter of factly

“You remember?” You asked genuinely surprised.

“Of course I do, I remember how you laughed at me.” He said teasingly as he chuckled.

“I apologized!” You giggled, 

“It’s alright, I liked hearing you laugh. And seeing you smile.” He smiled at you in a way that caused a heat to spread throughout your whole body.

“You’ve grown.” You couldn’t believe how much more bold and confident he had become.

“You’ve grown as well.” 

“People tend to do that.” You teased, 

“That’s true, and yet after all that time I couldn’t ever get you out of my head.” He thought about his journey and how often he missed you, “On our journey we always heard murmuring about you. The things you were doing. The wars you and your brother won. The triumphs and lows of it all.” He looked down trying to contain himself, “I thought of you often.”  

You felt a heat rush over your cheeks, “You were always a considerate friend.” You rationalized,  and paused for a moment before you looked over at him, “I thought of you often…” you smiled “As well.” 

“May I ask you something, and truly I don’t mean to offend-”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well this sounds interesting, go on.” You said smiling, 

“What of any… suitors?” He asked awkwardly,

You huffed a laugh and then shook your head, “No.” You looked over at Podrick who was already looking at you with a dumbfounded look, “What?” You giggled. “I apologize, I just find it hard to believe that.” 

“Well I’d not lie.” You smirked, 

“No, of course not. It’s just that you are…” He looked at you, “Mesmerizing.” He studied you for a moment, and then felt content to do what he had been meaning to do for so long, “You’ve always been mesmerizing.” He took your hand,

“What?” Your eyes narrowed as he kneeled in front of you.

“Ever since I saw you, I’ve never been able to release myself from this feeling. The way your hair shines, the way your eyes glow.” He looked up at you, at how beautiful you looked under that plum tree, in the moonlight. “Ever since you kissed me, even though it was just-” He reminisced on the memory for a moment, “A peck on the cheek,” He shook his head, “I couldn’t feel satisfaction from anything else. And what's worse is that- I don’t want to, I don’t want to feel satisfaction from anything but the satisfaction you bring to me. And ever since I have been back here the feeling is so much worse.” His grip on your hand tightened as he searched your eyes for a hint of your own emotions.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry.” You said, not sorry for not feeling the same but for not understanding your own emotions.

“I-” He looked down, confident he was defeated, “Forgive me.” 

“No,” You shook your head again, “Forgive me.” You held his face in your hands,

“For what?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion, and concern that he’d just ruined whatever relationship you two had had for good. 

“For ignoring my own feelings for you.” You held his face closer to your own, “I’ve been doing it for so long…” Your eyes were filled with a pining that you didn’t know you had, “Far too long” He leaned in even further, your eyes drooping slowly but not losing contact with him. Your noses brushing against one another. Your lips finally meet softly, hardly even touching. his hand came to cup your jaw as yours carcassed the back of his head. As you closed your eyes your lips parted slightly allowing him to kiss you deeper. 

nothing had ever felt so right. You knew then that you were born for him and he was born for you. 

♥️

he gripped your waist, pressing you closer to his own body. He walked you back into the tree so he could lean into you even more. 

“Gods” You whimpered into his lips, “You’ve gotten strong-“ your hands gripped at the muscles of his arms over his chainmail. 

“Is this alright,” He asked to which you nodded and continued to kiss his lips. 

The kiss somewhat restrained at first was now unhinged and desperate. His tongue met yours and you did not fight it, no you welcomed it. 

His hand traveled down your jaw to your breast, gripping at it through your bodice with hunger. He groaned into your mouth but soon enough he couldn’t restrain himself and his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck, to your breasts. They’d been a weakness of his for too long. “Gods” He groaned

“Tell me to stop and I will,“ His hand traveled up your inner thigh. His fingers, now rougher than they were before, stopped just before they reached your silk small clothes. His eyes looked into yours waiting for your que.

You looked at him, you ran your hand through his hair once more. His eyes met yours, desperate and hungry, no starving. You nodded at him, which made him smile and breathe a sigh of relief as his face returned to your breasts and his fingers began to run up and down the sensitive slit of your clothed cunt.

“Mmphm,” You moaned into his ear as his lips traveled over your cleavage.

His middle finger pressed against your hot damp entrance while his thumb moved in circles around your sensitive clit. 

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you whimpered from the pleasure. A pleasure so new. You’d used your own fingers or relieved yourself on a pillow before but this was different, a different game entirely.  

You felt him grinding his arousal on your thigh as he moved your small clothes away, pushing one finger inside of you, slowly. “Ah!” You jolted towards him, grabbing ahold of his back pressing him closer to you. 

He inserted another finger, pressing them deeper and deeper until they met your maiden head. His eyes found yours, and once again you nodded. 

He kissed you deeply as he sunk his fingers into you. You gripped onto his hair and moaned out. As you moaned he bit your bottom lip. You held onto him tighter as the pain flashed across your body but was replaced by pleasure. “Are you alright?” you nodded, unable to find the words when he was pumping him fingers in and out you, “You did so well,” His eyes filled with love and adornment for you. But soon his lips returned to your neck and your breasts.

“Podrick,” You said breathlessly, “Pod?” You had to pull his face away from your breasts, though his lips wants to immediately latch onto yours, “I can’t,” You whined, 

He pulled his fingers out of you and your hand away immediately, 

“Not here,” You shook your head still trying to catch your breath, 

“You’re the Queen, you can do what you please.” He said, half serious, wanting to rid you of your skirts and prove his love and himself there and now. 

You giggled holding his face as he restrained himself for kissing you, “I want you to bed me in my chambers. Not here.” 

“As you wish it, my Queen.” He smiled at you, and kissed you once more before rushing you off to your chambers.

[m00nchildwrites]

pairings: female!reader (first person) x Xavier

tags: romance, eventual smut, based on storyline of game but diverges, little angst and feelings, resolved feelings, fluff, hurt/comfort, injury, these two need to just kiss already, use of her/she/you depend on the pov at the time, reader/MC/you is expressed as female and during smut times will use female-at-birth anatomy terms- she/her, first person when written from "your" pov- use of I/my/mine, referred to as y/n, will have nsfw content mdni- please read with caution, will be tagged, my smut gets ...vivid. Will have content from part of story line, myth cards, and other cards [possibly...probably].

{ch list: 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5 (here), 6}

Chapter 5: Lumiere

When I arrived in Azure Square, the scope of the situation fully sank in. There was devastation everywhere. It looked post-apocalyptic. The skyscrapers' bottom floors all had their glass blown out like from an explosion, likely the same metaflux explosion that was on set earlier that morning. Broken hologram signs were hanging or scattered on the ground below. Taxis and cars were wrecked, crushed, or on fire. It had all fallen into ruin. People ran around screaming as hordes of Wanderers attacked anything and everything that moved. Otto-bots were smashed to pieces. Explosions shook the ground. It was like when the Deepspace Tunnel first appeared when I was a child. This level of destruction had not taken place in the city since that time.

The chaotic metaflux was spreading like wildfire outwards as though it was being created and pushed further to encompass more territory. It was so thick in the air; it nearly distorted it like heat waves off of pavement in the height of summer. Hunters were already there when I arrived. More and more of my colleagues poured into the square, fighting desperately to contain the horde and their destruction. Others ushered the trapped civilians to safety. 

I immediately got to work. My guns smoked from the amount of firing. I covered countless civilians as they ran, reuniting crying children with mothers and moving so many others to safety. On and on it went, yet it seemed that as quickly as we put them down, more poured in, as though they were just endlessly respawning. Hunters began falling around me one by one, and I could feel myself growing weaker. The continued and constant use of my evol over such a period of time was draining my energy. 

After a particularly nasty fight, my vision blurred and I stumbled, catching myself on an overturned taxi and ducking behind it to catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to recombobulate myself. My ears were ringing. But the sounds of battle seemed further away and fewer. 

Perhaps we had made a dent afterall… or maybe the Wanderers were chasing my teammates down elsewhere. I had to pull it together and see for myself. I shook my head in a feeble attempt to shake the blurriness out of my sight. My heart was pounding from the exertion. My body was burning too, from cuts, burns, bruises, and gashes. My uniform would have to be replaced.

I tsked. My head falling back against the metal of the ruined taxi. It was beginning to look like I wouldn’t make it out of here. Like none of us still here would. Surely more teams were on their way. But, would they make it? And where were these Wanderers coming from? No. My uniform was the last thing I needed to worry about. 

I reloaded my guns and, breath returned, stood from my cover and threw myself back into battle. In the distance, I saw a Hunter, a familiar figure, someone that I had worked with before- gone on that team building trip with- collapse. I rushed over- or tried- but a massive Wanderer blocked my path, forcing me to fight it. I tried to get a glimpse of the Hunter, Steve perhaps, to check on them, but by the time I finally defeated the hulking Wanderer, my energy was dangerously low. Steve was no longer on the ground. Someone else must have gotten to them. My vision swimmed.

I knew I had heavy blood loss from all my cuts and gashes. No doubt, that was not helping my light headedness and blurred vision. But it was my heart that hurt the most. With intense pain. My vitals were flashing orange on my watch: “Warning! Hunter, your energy is low! Warning! Hunter, your heart rate is irregular. Please seek out a safe-”

Beep.

“No shit,” I clicked my tongue, shutting off the annoying AI warning voice. I pushed onwards ignoring the warnings to find a safe place or to seek out medical care. People’s lives were in danger. I didn’t have that luxury.

An explosion made me duck as a burning car finally blew up. Today had quickly become a very bad, no good day. I huffed, standing from cover and firing more shots at a Wanderer. It screeched as it disintegrated into metaflux. One more down. Several dozens or more to go. I grit my teeth and pushed on through the pain.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” 

I heard Captain Jenna over my comms. No doubt my vitals were going crazy at HQ. “Captain…” My voice felt weird, garbled to my own ears. That couldn’t be good, surely. 

“It’s likely another Metaflux explosion will…. occur at your… location….Retreat. I repeat…” 

The signal cut in and out. I squinted, pressing the comm to my ear, straining to hear, “Captain? Captain? Can you repeat that?”

“You can’t…. Fighting…. Numbers too…Retreat…”

“Captain?” I hissed at the failed signal as it cut out. I needed to get somewhere where I could get through to HQ. Someone might need help. Using my watch's guidance, I mapped out the best way out. 

I was about to head out when I heard a young girl crying. “Help!” 

My head spun around searching for the crying. There is another child?! 

“Help us!” a woman’s voice called out as well.

There are still people here trapped! I couldn’t just leave them to die. I reloaded and began searching the square trying to stay covered as much as I could until I found them. My vision swam off and on, almost like the world was tilting. Maybe I damaged my inner ear? 

Finally, through smoke and dust, I saw an arm waving from the collapsed cafe at the edge of the Square. I sent the coordinates to any nearby Hunters and HQ, calling for backup to help me dig them out. They were okay, but blocked by the fallen entrance. But in the end, danger found me first.

My watch sensed them first. Three alerts popped up in quick succession as three Wanderers appeared. “Threat level: S.” Figures.

“Get back!” I yelled into the collapsed cafe, “Take cover at the back of the cafe. Can you do that?” I yelled orders to them desperately.

“Yes,” the woman called back, “There is a storage room.”

“Hide in there until backup arrives! I am going to lure them away!” I turned back to the Wanderers and jumped and yelled, waving my arms, “Hey! Hey you giant, stupid, big ugly lugs! Look at me! I’m over here!”

The three loud roars of rage signaled that they got the message.

“Oh shit,” I took off running, three giants pounding the ground in pursuit. Good. They took the bait. Unfortunately, the bait was me. 

As I ran, I felt my belt for how many bullets and clips I had left. My equipment was low. Too low. And my stamina and energy wouldn’t last much longer, but maybe if I could just draw them far enough away from the civilians in the cafe and keep these three busy until help arrived… maybe then the civilians would be safe. Maybe I’d even manage to take one down with me.

I spotted a clearing in the square. It was all the way on the opposite side, far from the civilians. The perfect place for a last stand. 

As I pushed my legs to run faster, I thought of Grandma and Caleb. Maybe I will be seeing them soon? I thought of my teammates and Tara; I hoped they were okay.

I thought of Sylus and his annoying habit of calling me kitten; I’d never admit it but he was growing on me. I’d miss his terrible singing and how he always had my back, no questions asked. I’d even miss his damn gothic chicken.

I thought of Zayne, my childhood and dearest friend currently; he would be devastated and so very mad I didn’t play it safe. I’d miss our meetups for sweets and his sarcastic dry humor and getting him to crack a smile as I sang loudly to songs in the car.

I thought of Rafayel; he would be so heartbroken to lose his favorite bodyguard and adventure buddy. I’d miss his antics and our beach walks and Reddie and trying to guess the song he was humming as he painted until he finally gave up and we’d dance around his studio singing whatever pop tune came to our heads.

Inevitably, as I spun to a stop, guns aimed at the three massive S-class Wanderers coming for me, I thought of Xavier. Of how sweet and peaceful he looked as I last saw him, curled up and sleeping, silver-blonde hair tousled in his sleep. He was gorgeous, painfully so. And I never told him. Never told him what I felt. How my heart skipped and then raced just for him. How his smile was brighter than the sunrise and made me want to spout poetry and listen to love songs. How his gentle touches made heat and longing fill my very being. I thought about how worried he got over me, how protective he was. How he seemed to naturally guard me from harm not because he thought me incapable, but because it was natural, instinctual. I thought of how his face would crumple when he learned that I hadn’t made it this time. Because I wouldn’t. I thought about him and I realized-

I love him.

“Xavier…” a tear slipped down my cheek as I took aim and fired, “I’m sorry.”

 A roar filled my ears and my head whipped sideways. When did that Wanderer get over there?!

And then darkness and pain.

My mind seemed to flicker to the past. A memory. All those years ago to before when I was a child. The smell of smoke was the same. The screams and roars of Wanderers. 

I clutched my gun and fired towards the Wanderers I knew were around me, hovering nearby, waiting to pounce again. The pain-filled roar of one told me I hit one. They were going to crush me. This was it. My mind played out the nightmare from my past like an overlay on top of the present. It was so similar, but different. This time, I wouldn’t make it, would I?

Dazzling light suddenly surged through the dark haze of my failed vision and in my memory. A shockwave of light blasted through the area. The Wanderers had no place to hide. They dissipate into metaflux dust leaving only the echo of their shrill screeches in the air. Even the distant sounds of fighting stopped.

Just how big was that blast of light? My mind felt woozy as my vision came through as dark shadows and shapes. Another slash of light slashed through the darkness of my vision. Golden light filled the air and poured down like rain, washing away filth. I could hear the pops and screeches of more Wanderers further away.

I blinked trying to focus. I struggled, trying to sit up. I saw a beam of light flashing through the golden speckles of light dancing in the air like fireflies. It is headed towards me like a meteor. Space and time itself appeared to distort around the radiant light. I should likely feel worried. The intense beam was headed for me, but I felt only serenity. My arms gave out and I fell backwards. As I fell, my memory flashed back through my mind– my memory of the past event like this one– suddenly it came through clear and vivid.

Arms caught me; Hands cradled my head just before it hit the concrete. I heard voices exclaiming surprise and shock. People no doubt were drawn out by the spectacle of light that sent the Wanderers away. But all I could see was him.

Dazed, I looked up into the face of the one who caught me and held me embraced into their chest. Something about him was familiar. His energy or perhaps his scent? I blinked away the haze, trying to focus. I saw silvery blonde hair… I think?

“Xa-Xavier?” my voice is barely a whisper.

The figure didn’t answer but merely wiped at blood on my face and at the corner of my mouth. Wishful thinking. He isn’t here. Through my blurry vision, all I could see was a warm gaze, profound as a lake but deep and intense with urgency. Then, I saw it. The mask.

“You!” I gasped.

He swept me off my feet as he carried me up into his arms, then we were in the air. The wind blowing past my face. In my exhaustion, my vision started to blur and darken at the edges again. 

“Close your eyes if you're tired,” a soft and warm voice drifted to me through the haze. He cradled my head to his neck as more flashes of radiant light rain down from his blade. I heard cheering from below as the last of the Wanderers were cleared and metaflux fluctuations righted. A glowing moon signalling the user. Lumiere. He had returned, and like 14 years ago, he saved me again.

Sharpness cut through the haze and I gasped in pain. The arm around me tightened. I leaned back to reassure him, but my voice caught in my throat. The pain had cleared my vision. The face before me was crystal clear.

“Xavier?” The pain hit again and I clenched my eyes shut with a hiss. My words cut off and stuck in my throat in exchange for a groan of pain. 

“Sleep,” he spoke, cradling my head back into his neck, “Don’t force yourself to stay awake.” His gloved hand brushed over my eyes, and they closed, heavy, as I relaxed in his arms, my guard relinquished at last. And I slipped into a world of sweet darkness.

-

I came to sometime later. The moon was in the sky. 

“Does it hurt?”

I turned my head and saw Xavier bandaging my hand. 

“I did some first aid,” he continued softly, concern sitting heavy on his brow. “The roads are still a wreck right now. I will take you to the hospital for a thorough examination later when I can get through.”

I turned my head the other way towards the sounds of people talking and crying. They sounded far but close at the same time. It was then I realized that we were on a rooftop. Down below, Azure Square was reduced to ruble. Rescue workers ran around searching for who needed immediate help. People were looking for loved ones. It was a mess. Camera crews and journalists had also arrived, trying to get the latest updates.

Xavier’s small huff of a laugh drew my attention back. His grin was tiny as he looked at me softly in amusement, “Don’t worry. The people in the cafe are safe.” 

My brows smoothed. He knew me so well. I had been wondering about them.

“And there aren’t any other casualties,” his face fell slightly, his hand brushed away a strand of hair from my face, “You’re the only one who is severely injured.”

I studied his face. The contours of it etched into my heart, but now that I am seeing them again, they seem shrouded in unfamiliar shadows. Secrets.

“Why are you here?” I asked at last.

He looked down, away from my gaze, “Who else were you expecting to see?” He deflected my question as he busied himself with my wounds again.

I was tired. Tired of the secrets. I pressed, likely for the first time, I truly pressed, “But how did you get here?” The image of him curled up asleep in that pod flashed in my mind. “Are you okay now?”

“I slept well, so I am fully recovered.”

“How? You practically shut down in the no-hunt zone… Then there was that pod and those syringes-”

He sighed, “You’re the one who needs to be cared for right now.” He gently pushed my shoulder, forcing me to lay back again.

I obeyed with a huff and then winced in pain.

He tsked, a small sigh leaving his mouth as he worried over the bandages he had placed over various wounds. My side seemed to worry him in particular.

I felt the urge to explain how I got so bad, “It was urgent. I had to–”

“I only know that if I had been even a second later, I would’ve lost you. Forever.” Though his tone was flat.

“...No,” I tried to relieve that heaviness that settled on his shoulders, “that’s not- Don’t underestimate me. I’ve always been lucky.” I gently took his hand in mine, “14 years ago, Lumiere saved my life. And this time…” I looked into Xavier’s eyes. “Lumiere saved me again. I must be the luckiest person alive.”

His eyes studied my face, his expression calm aside from the storm of emotions swirling in his gaze. “You might just feel lucky…” he spoke, as his hand reached out to brush dirt from my face, gently, fingers lingering, “But for me, it’s a wonderful blessing.” 

The sounds of the news screens below reach our ears. Lumiere is declared the savior of the day's events and the one who vanquished the Wanderers. It is also suggested that he was the one who cleared up the odd anomaly from a few days ago with the apocalyptic storm. 

I glanced over to Xavier to see his brow furrowed and his mouth turned down. I hated seeing him troubled. And the news wasn’t exactly a good thing. I remembered the wanted posters in the Nest. Lumiere- Xavier could be in danger if anyone found out.

I reached out and placed my hand on his arm, “I am sure that news of Lumiere’s return will be all anyone talks about in the morning.” I smiled at him teasingly. He was lost in thought for a moment, then suddenly scooped me up into his lap. I squeaked in alarm and scrambled to wrap my arms around his neck, “Xavier, what the hell?”

He chuckled, holding me to his chest. “We should hurry.”

I blinked, “Why?”

“We need to get to the hospital. Otherwise, everyone will be rushing over after dawn to catch a glimpse of Lumiere.” He hesitated, glancing down at me, “Your doctor…”

“Dr. Zayne?”

He nodded, “You trust him?”

“I’ve known him since we were children.”

“But you trust him.”

“With my life… quite literally,” I grinned, but he wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Xavier’s tense expression didn’t shift as he held my gaze before looking down to the fray below us. His eyes were troubled, and I realized what he was getting at. I held his face between my palms, “Hey, look at me.” I smiled softly as his blue-blue gaze fell back on mine, “Zayne is a good person. He wouldn’t put anyone at risk.”

He frowned, lower lip pouting slightly, “Zayne?”

“Doctor Zayne,” I squished his cheeks slightly grinning at his pout, “but I would never want you to feel uncomfortable. If you can get me close enough, somewhere secret and hidden nearby, I can make it into the hospital myself.”

His pout fell into a flat look, “You’re wheezing.”

“What?”

He leaned his cheek slightly more into my palms, “Your breathing has a slight wheeze to it. I’m not letting you walk anywhere.”

“Xavier, Lumiere is wanted. You can’t be see-”

He shook his head resolutely, “You likely have a broken rib pressing into your lung. Your heart is also erratic.”

“The heart part is nothing.” His gaze darkened deeper into worry at that, but I waved it off trying to ease his stress, “I’m used to that. And I can breathe fine, see?” I tried to take a deep breath and gasped as a sharp pain tore through my rib cage and chest, “F-fuck!” 

Xavier’s eyes went wide, frantic. He called my name, standing. His arms tightened around me, “If you trust your doctor… then I will too.”

“Wha-”

“I will never leave you all alone. Ever,” His voice was soft but firm, leaving no room for debate. Pressing me closer, his lips brushed my forehead, “You might get dizzy. Hold on tight.”

I pressed my face into his neck and let my eyes close, taking in his scent. For a while back there, in the fighting, I was sure that I would never see him again. My arms tightened around him slightly at the thought. Now, though, he had come and saved me. My masked hero, Lumiere. My knight, my prince charming, Xavier. 

I smiled into his neck. Xavier, Thank you. Before I could react, the world around me started to spin again, “Ugh.” 

His chuckle reached my ear, raising goose bumps along my arms as his breath tickled at my ear, “I warned you.”

“Menace,” I hissed, earning another chuckle. 

The world stabilized and we were in a familiar office. I blinked, lifting my head from Xavier’s neck. My bewildered eyes met equally bewildered green eyes from his spot behind his desk. He appeared to have stopped in his movements to collect something. His hair was slightly a mess, showing how busy the hospital was with the attack. He looked frazzled, or as frazzled as Zayne ever looked.

Zayne looked from me to Xavier who still held me. His sharp, analytical eyes taking in Xavier’s clothing and widening just barely as recognition hit him. His eyes narrowed as he looked over my form. His hands clenched at his sides, the temperature dropping in the room as he made to step forward.

Xavier’s voice level but firm cut through the tension, “You are her doctor, yes? Dr. Zayne, correct?”

Zayne gave a slight nod. He looked to me, uncertain, seeking a question with his eyes. When I smiled slightly and waved my fingers in the air, the tension drained out of his stance and he sighed, sounding over my antics already. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “And you are her partner, the Hunter…” He looked Xavier up and down, “or should I call you Lumi-”

“Xavier is his name.” My voice cut in, drawing two pairs of eyes. “Just Xavier, Dr. Zayne,” I repeated. The message clear. This knowledge wouldn’t leave this room. 

Zayne gave a slight shake of his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Very well.” Zayne appeared not entirely happy with the situation. 

Xavier looked down at me with his brows raised, from surprise or what, I wasn’t certain. I gave his shoulder a small squeeze in an awkward hug, I was, afterall, still being held in his arms. It was sort of hard to hug him like this, but my reassurance worked because his face softened as he looked at me.

Zayne let out a sigh and moved to us, “I can take it from here… Xavier. Let me see her.” He reached out to take from Xavier’s arms, who took a half step back. Zayne rose a singular black brow.

I huffed, “Guys, I can walk.”

“Not on my watch.” “I think not.”

I frowned at both of them as they frowned at each other.

“I’m not leaving her,” Xavier declared.

“Xavier…” I sighed, annoyance at the lack of independence leaving me and concern for Xavier taking its place, “You can’t be seen. Lumiere buzz is everywhere and you very obviously,” I flicked his earring, “Are wearing his clothes.”

“No one has ever connected the dots before,” he argued even as he relaxed his hold slightly. I knew I was getting through to him.

“Yes, well, people are stupid,” I scoffed.

“Y/N,” Zayne chidded.

“What! It is true! What is this? A Superman movie? Take off the mask and POOF where’d Lumiere go?” I squeezed Xavier’s face between my palms and turned it towards Zayne, “Look at him and tell me it is not obvious!”

Zayne did in fact eye Xavier before tilting his head slightly and begrudgingly admitting, “Point made.”

I turned back to Xavier’s face, “See?”

Xavier’s eyes wavered. Something deep in those pools of azure rippled with some unknown fear and pain, “I can’t lose you. Not again.” 

The breath in my chest froze as he pinned me with those eyes. I felt the strangest sense of panic, desperation, and longing fill my chest; my arms tightened around his neck slightly, as though afraid if I didn’t hold on, he’d slip away into the stars and be gone from me forever.

“I think,” Zayne’s voice made me jolt suddenly pulling from that odd magnetic pull I had felt, “It would be best for all parties if I took it from here.” He looked to Xavier, who looked solemn. Zayne seemed to regard him differently than he had mere moments before. “Unless, of course, you wish to have all of the hospital and soon the media aware that Lumiere is here and just who he brought… single handedly… personally.” His eyes flicked to me pointedly.

Zayne was right, of course. If anyone found out that the legendary hero Lumiere had brought a woman to the hospital himself, the media would be in a frenzy spinning love stories, and I would be the target for their attention. I knew from Rafayel how much of a nightmare that could be. 

And Xavier knew it too from the way his shoulders slumped as his eyes averted briefly before fixing onto Zayne firmly. His eyes narrowed as he tilted his chin up briefly. His tone was firm, a slight sharp edge to it, “Do you want to get that under control then, Doctor?”

Zayne’s eyes fell to his hands where crystalline shapes had creeped up from his wrists. He looked slightly surprised and chagrined about it. As he shook them slightly, tiny snowflakes fell to the ground, the ice of his evol receding.

“Really, guys,” I interrupted, “I can walk.”

“You have a punctured lung,” Xavier stated matter-of-factly. “And you’ve lost a lot of blood. You’ll likely need an infusion.”

Zayne tsked, sweeping in, clearly over my ‘nonsense’ as he called my stubbornness, and gently took me from Xavier’s arms. The crystals were gone, but in their place, he looked absolutely unamused, “How did you manage this?”

I opened my mouth to retort that it was my job when Xavier spoke up.

“She was holding down the Square… single handedly.”

Zayne’s gaze fell to me sharply as mine snapped to Xavier, “Traitor.”

Xavier’s mouth twitched in an almost smile. My eyes narrowed. He looked to Zayne, “You will take care of her until I get back.”

Zayne looked at him as though he was dim, “I will look after her regardless of your return.”

I frowned, Zayne was being even more blunt than usual.

Xavier ignored it and looked back to me, “I will take care of everything. Just recover. I will be here when you get out.”

“What?” He had that look on him, the one he wore on missions, “Xavier? What are you-”

Zayne let out a tired sounding sigh and made for the door, “I trust you can find your way out?” He said to Xavier, but the flash of light behind us signaled Xavier’s exit.

Prying my eyes from the spot Xavier had just left from, I opened my mouth to insist on walking again, but he cut me off as he kicked the door to his office open.

“You have any other interesting friends I should be aware of?”

I scoffed, my head lulling as the tiredness and dizziness set back in as the adrenaline drained out of me. If you only knew. 

“Nurse!” I heard him call out as he began calling out orders to his team. But I had slipped back into the black of unconsciousness. My final thought was on Xavier, and how I had gotten my wish to see him again after all. And I got to see my childhood hero as well. My partner- neighbor- crush was secretly a superhero.

What an odd day.

-

I woke up to the annoyingly familiar sounds of medical machinery beeping. My vision was blurry as I blinked my eyes open, pulling my face from the sterile smelling pillow it was stuck to. My mouth felt like cotton. I smacked slightly trying to get moisture back in. My vision cleared and all I saw was red.

Well, red roses. Lots of red roses in crystal vases with black satin ribbons tied around them dotted around my room on every surface available. Or at least, every surface not filled with bouquets of fire lilies mixed with exotic looking purple, blue and pink flowers sprinkled with white baby’s breath. Those sat in crystal vases of their own. I blinked, sitting up and grabbing a card from each. I opened the red envelope first.

(Translated: Kitten, A little birdy told me that you had gone and gotten yourself  injured playing hero. We really need to have a talk about you and your martyr complex. It is vexing. Be a good kitten and be  patient. Allow yourself to heal. I am a call away if you need me. As for the ones responsible for your injury-  I am on it. Yours Truly, S)

I scoffed out a small laugh, shaking my head as I set the card down and looked at all the roses. I had no doubt before who they came from, but now I knew for sure. His line about the ones responsible made me pause. Did Sylus know who the ones were that were causing those suped-up Wanderers to appear? What was he going to do about it? I made a note to message him when I found my phone.

With a sigh, I moved onto the purple envelope. It had a slightly iridescent sheen to it, making hints of blues and pink shine out in the light. I smiled softly, fingers tracing the shell shaped wax seal. I knew who wrote this one, even before unfolding the expensive feeling paper. The looping hand of the calligraphy inside fit the man who wrote it.

(Translated: Miss Bodyguard, The sunset has lost its magic. The fishes of the reef are complaining so loudly that I am losing sleep– their friend that walked the beaches hasn’t been by and won't be for a while! I had to tell them the news to get them to give me a moment's peace. My inspiration is all dried up like a desert. How could you get so injured like this and leave me all alone to my own defenses? How shall I survive being apart from you? I will shrivel up and die of loneliness like a starfish stranded all alone in too small a tide pool. Will you take responsibility? Who will help me find the perfect shell for my collection? I started a new one, ya know? Got a whole new crystal vase for it and everything. So… you have to get better soon and help me find more shells to keep it company, yeah? You’ve really got to learn to not face things on your own, yeah? These hands aren’t just for painting. You have me, ya know? I’ve heard whispers. Rumors. I do have connections, ya know? I know who let all of those monsters out– the ones that hurt you. The ones responsible will learn- The sea never forgets those that cast offenses against its own. Eternally Yours, Rafayel)

I frowned. What did he mean ‘These hands aren’t just for painting’? Sure, I knew that there was more to Rafayel than most realized; he did have connections to the Nest, but I couldn’t help the worry that filled my heart at his words. His words about the sea never forgetting sounded especially concerning. What in the world was that fish planning?

I needed to get out of here. I needed to get to the bottom of this mess before more people I cared about got hurt. I sat up and began peeling the tape of an I.V. off my arm.

“I highly recommend that you stop doing that.”

My head whipped to the otherside of the bed, the side not filled with flowers by the door. There in a chair looking suspiciously like he had been dozing shortly before now sat Zayne. I eyed the empty coffee cups on the bed tray next to us both and fixed him with an accusatory look, “Have you been here all day? You have to have been busy with the disaster. Go take a break. I will be fine.”

He grunted noncommittally as he stood, reaching for the stethoscope around his neck. He pressed it over my heart, green eyes narrowed with focus as he watched the monitor. It seemed he didn’t trust it to report completely; his shoe tapped on the tile of the hospital room floor along with my pulse as he counted. Satisfied, he finally met my gaze, “Mhm,” he nodded slightly, “And all that night until this morning. Your… partner was quite clear about you being left alone.” His eyes went to the tape I had begun to peel, one brow raising as he fished tape from the pocket of his white coat and fixed it. He looked at me pointedly, “It seems he knows you nearly as well as I do.”

I sat back a bit dazed, “All night and this morning…? How long have I been out?”

Zayne looked at his watch, “Well, the hunter-”

“Xavier.”

“-brought you in at around 7:47pm last night. Roughly… 1.25 hrs after the Square incident was ended-”

“By him.”

“So, that would mean you’ve been here getting the care you needed for about 41.55 hours or 1.73 days, give or take a few minutes.”

“What?” My brain hurt and I could tell he was ticked, whether it was at me or Xavier, that I didn’t know. “Zayne, talk to me like I’m dumb. How long have I been here?”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Let’s pretend I am,” I rubbed a hand over my face, “I have been here for over a day?”

“Almost 42 hours.”

“42-” I stopped and eyed him fiddling with the way my IV laid. My eyes narrowed, “You’ve been here the whole time?”

“Yes.”

“Wh- Why!?” No wonder he was tissy, “You need rest too! You have to take better care of yourself.”

The glare he leveled at me was almost icy but definitely put out. He picked up my chart and flipped through it: 

“Your rib wasn’t broken, but two were cracked. You likely coughed up blood due to the nasty bite to your tongue, which we found during examination. Your CT scan showed a mild concussion. I concluded that your main injuries were likely from a blunt and heavy force trauma hitting you from the right- something akin to but not exactly like a small compact car colliding with your person- causing the cracked ribs. You had whiplash of the neck to match this idea and a bump on the back of your head as well, likely from the impact and the subsequent landing of your skull to the concrete. You also had a slight sprain of your right ankle and wrist. Your heart was also in tachycardia and very nearly gave the whole heart team on call a very busy night indeed.”

My jaw snapped shut with an audible click and I plopped back on my bed. Pain radiated from my side and I winced, hand going over it to feel bandages.

Zayne clicked his tongue. He set the chart back down and set about fixing the pillow behind my head. He continued, though his tone was less harsh, softer, more worried. I felt awful for how scared he must've been,  “You had to have a total of 24 stitches. Try not to twist they are on your left side. Your Hunter friend, Xavier, was it?” I nodded. “He was correct. You did need an infusion...Two, in fact. One gash hit your intercostal arteries and another cut through a majority of your lumbar arteries branching below your ribs. It is a lot of blood flow, but... " He leaned back, seemingly satisfied with the pillow. His jaw ticked as he added, "Thankfully, no major artery was hit or you would have bled out during the 1.25 hrs that he delayed your care.”

“He didn’t delay my care on purpose,” I sighed feeling tired. Tired of his prickling mood, tired because I knew he was just worried and that made me feel like shit, tired from the emotions of the day before, and tired from the meds I was surely on. “I passed out, but I woke up. He had stopped the bleeding. And I honestly did not feel so bad.”

“I’m sure his… secret identity needing to remain a secret had nothing to do with it,” Zayne’s eye leveled with mine. 

I shook my head, “No. Not at all. It wasn’t until I started trying to move around that we both realized it was worse than we thought, and he immediately insisted on bringing me here, whether he was seen or not. It was me that had to convince him to be careful, otherwise he would’ve teleported us right in the middle of the Emergency Department or the OR itself.” I chuckled a bit at the thought of the nurses exclaiming as Lumiere appeared in a flash of light. I thought back to those last moments when I thought I was about to die. My voice shook slightly, “He saved my life, Zayne. I really thought I was going to die down there at the end.”

Zayne’s hand fell over mine on my blanket. He gave it a small squeeze, “If that is true... then I suppose, I owe him my thanks.”

I chuckled softly, “Whatever for? Saving your most difficult patient?”

“Hn,” he shook his head slightly, “For saving my childhood friend. My... dearest friend.”

I smiled at him at that, giving his hand a squeeze, “We’ve known each other a long time, huh?”

His mouth twitched in a near smile, as though he knew something I didn't. He glanced to the side and chuckled, “It almost feels like eternity.”

I grinned, chuckling softly as well. Curious, I asked, “Hey Zayne?”

“Hm?” He looked back. His expression back to the softer Zayne I usually knew when it was just us.

“What made you want to become a doctor?”

“My father.” His eyes darted to the side however.

“Zaaayne,” I whined playfully and wiggled his hand still in mine, “No, really. Why a heart doctor? Come on. It’s just me. I won't judge you or think it's lame. I promise.”

He sighed, “Very well… Once, when I was over playing with Caleb, I heard your Grandmother talking.” He paused, eyeing me hesitantly before continuing. “You had been sick. Very sick for a while. It was not too long after she brought you home. I’m not sure if you remember.”

“I do.” I had been terribly sick then. So much so that many of my memories were lost.

He nodded, “Well, I heard then that it was your heart making you sick. Then you got better… and I got to know you. But sometimes… sometimes you’d get sick again. Never that bad but bad. Your Grandma always tried to look brave in front of Caleb and me, but we knew. It was then that I decided.”

My eyes widened, “You became a Cardiac Surgeon because of me?”

“Of course,” the green of his eyes looked intense and vivid as he stared back, “I wanted to be the one to save you. Of course I did, for you.”

“Zayne…” I trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. What could you say to something like that?

He tore his eyes away from mine and looked around the room. “Is it really so surprising? You have a way of making me care for you.” His eyes were soft and warm as they met mine again, “It is my honor to be able to help you in this way. If I could do it over, I would do the same.”

My eyes watered and I leaned up, throwing my arms around his neck, "Well that's not lame at all! That's so impossibly sweet."

“Careful,” He said but hugged me gently back. His ears were red.

“You are amazing, Zayne, you know that? I am so, so glad that we reconnected. I wish we never lost touch at all.”

His arms tightened just slightly, “I feel the same.”

I pulled back and couldn’t help the warm smile on my face, “You are such a good friend.”

He blinked a moment and at first I thought I had said something wrong, but then he smiled back, “I will always be here for you. As long as it makes you happy.”

I grinned, “It does.”

He feigned a sigh, “It is settled then. You are stuck with me.”

“Darn it,” I teased.

He chuckled, before looking more serious, “I do have a request.”

“What is it?”

“I… I know it is your job. I understand what it is to have a career that can push you. But I must insist that you not push yourself so far. You were the only hunter to sustain this level and amount of injuries. Everyone else pulled back and allowed a replacement to go in.”

I had to look away from his searching green eyes. The pain in them made a cloud of guilt swell in my gut.

“Why do you have to take such unnecessary risks?” He leaned his elbows on the edge of the bed, “Please. Help me understand.”

“I had planned to find a safe place to go.” My mind replayed the scene. “Captain Jenna was trying to tell me something, but the signal was bad. I was heading out but then I heard them…”

“Who?”

“A Mother and child. They were trapped behind the entrance of a cafe that collapsed.” I shook my head, “I knew I needed help and sent word but then these three huge Wanderers just appeared, almost like out of thin air.”

Zayne brows furrowed, “They didn’t give off a metaflux surge?”

“They did, but it was almost instantaneous with their appearance.”

“That seems… unnatural.”

“I think… it was…” my eyes met his, “I have not made my report yet though. There will have to be an investigation…”

“But you think something or someone caused this?”

“... Yes, I do.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair and rubbed his face. “I guess… it is a good thing then.”

“Huh?”

“That Lumiere is back. Or at least, that he came back for this. For you.”

"I don't think it was just for me," face heating, I looked into my lap deep in thought.

Zayne hummed, "Perhaps."

I thought about the odd Wanderers in the Square then earlier on set. And about those guys cornering Xavier in that alley. I frowned. What was going on?

“Promise me that you won't do anything rash,” He caught my gaze, “Let the proper channels do their work. We’ve…both of us…have already lost. Let’s not add to that list.”

My chest panged at that. It was true. Zayne lost Caleb, just as I had. I nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

He smiled a soft smile at that then stood, glancing at his watch, “Well, I suppose I should get started on your paperwork.”

My eyes lit up, “I’m going home!?”

He tutted, “You will be after 8 tonight.” I groaned at that and he shook his head, brow raised, “I only agreed to that because your partner assured me that you would not so much as lift a finger for the next two to three weeks if I released you to his care.”

“You… What?” I blinked, “Two to three weeks!”

“Cracked ribs, Y/N. You Association will determine the exact length, but I have submitted my suggestions as your Doctor,” he reminded me, “Now then, he will be here after 8. Since you are being released I figured that it wouldn’t be too bad if I brought you something to eat.”

“You mean I don’t have to eat hospital food!” I laughed at his huff, “Even you have to admit it is awful.”

“The choices can be… limited.”

I scoffed, “The food tastes like cardboard or salt cakes and there is no in-between.”

That earned a chuckle. He was trying not to grin as he suggested, “Your favorite from the nearby cafe?”

“YES.”

A snort.

I grinned, “You just snorted.”

“... You’re high. It’s the meds.”

“Zayne!”

“Oh look, I’m being paged…”

“Zayne! You are off duty! You’re not even wearing a badge!” I laughed at his retreating figure, “Wait, Zayne! Come back I wont tease you about it! Snorting when you laugh is cute!”

“Just for that, no dessert.”

“You’re evil.”

“Just petty.”

“Zayne!”

This one took me a WHILE. I think it is the longest chapter so far and I almost chopped it in half AGAIN (originally this was part of chapter 4!)

The guys letters gave me trouble. I couldn't figure out how to include their handwriting and really wanted to. IDK how the heck to do code in tumblr, so I just made the letters into images and included translations for those that have a hard time with loopy fonts or that use accommodations. If you still had an issue, let me know and I will help you out by sending the letter text in a different way or something. I want to be inclusive and am open to tips!

I personally loved this chapter. I loved adding more intimate moments between Xavier and "Us". I let "Y/N" have more of a voice and I think I am having more fun with this than I even was before. Hopefully, you all are liking how she is coming across.

This chapter was also a bit of a love letter to Zayne. While he is not my main now, he was way I started playing and will always have a special place in my heart just for him. I hope he wasn't too ooc. Poor Zayne was *stressed* and suspicious for a lot of this. Still, I am comfortable (I think) with how it came out in the end.

Let me know what you all thought of this one! Did you like Sylus and Rafayel's letters? Anything you didn't like? Give me the DEETS.

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Got an ideas for Telemachus x reader (preferably fem reader)

A fluffy one where Y/N cries over a nightmare she had about Telemachus getting killed and chopped up by the suitors (basically hold them down)

I also had a freaky one in mind but nahhh anyways 🫶🏻

Nightmares and Dreams

A/N : Since you didn’t send me your freaky request, I made this one freaky(only in the end tho).

Summary : Y/N wakes from a terrifying nightmare where Ithaca’s suitors plot to kill Telemachus and hurt her. Shaken and afraid, she finds comfort and safety in Telemachus’s arms. Through his love and gentle reassurance, her fear fades, and they share a tender moment that reminds her she’s truly safe with him.

WARNING : graphic language, implied sexual violence (threat), smut, nightmare, threats of murder. Fem!Reader.

Word Count : 3k

The great hall of Ithaca reeked of stale wine and unwashed bodies, a stench as oppressive as the suitors' presence. Y/N watched from the deep shadows of a grand pillar, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. The men, a bloated, insolent horde, sprawled across the palace, their laughter coarse, their eyes constantly roving, their voices grating on her nerves.

Today, however, a different kind of tension crackled in the air. The Queen, her face a mask of weary resolve, had set a challenge: the bow of Odysseus. Whoever could string it, whoever could shoot an arrow clean through twelve axe-heads, would win her hand.

"Whoever can string the old king's bow," Antinous bellowed, his voice cutting through the din like a rusty blade, "And shoot through twelve axes cleanly, will be the new king, sit down at the throne, Penelope as his queen!"

One by one, they tried. Muscles strained, faces reddened, veins bulged, but the mighty bow remained unyielding, a cruel, mocking curve of dark wood in their hands. Hours bled into one another, the sun dipping lower, casting long, impatient shadows across the marble floor. Frustration simmered, then boiled over into a dangerous rage.

"To Hades with this competition! We've wasted half the day!" Antinous roared, flinging the bow down with a frustrated snarl that echoed through the hall. "None of us can string this cursed thing! We don't have the power! This is a trick, a delay! Can't you see we're being played for fools?"

A guttural chorus of agreement rose from the other suitors. Their faces, once flushed with wine, were now contorted with a chilling, predatory anger. Y/N felt a shiver trace down her spine, colder than any winter wind. This wasn't just about the bow anymore. This was something far more sinister.

"This is how they keep us," Antinous snarled, his voice dropping to a menacing growl that sent a fresh wave of terror through Y/N. "This is how they hold us down while the throne gets colder! Hold us down while we slowly rot here! Hold us down while that boy grows bolder! Where in the hell is our pride? Our rage?"

The words echoed, a chilling, venomous mantra. Y/N pressed herself further into the deep shadows, her breath catching in her throat, a silent scream trapped behind her lips. She knew who "the boy" was. Telemachus. Her Telemachus.

"There's a chance for action, here and now!" another suitor, Eurymachus, snarled, slamming his fist on a table, making the goblets jump. "Here and now, we can take control! Here and now, burn it all to ashes! Channel the fire inside your soul!"

Y/N's blood ran cold. This wasn't just talk. This was a plan, festering in the dark corners of their minds, now brought to light.

Antinous's eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the hall, a cruel glint in their depths. "Haven't you noticed who's missing?" he purred, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Don't you know the prince is not around? I heard he's on some fool's errand, a diplomatic mission, and I heard today he comes back to town, so..."

He paused, letting the implication hang heavy in the air, a suffocating weight. The other suitors leaned in, their expressions eager, their eyes gleaming with a terrifying, bloodthirsty anticipation. Y/N's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum against the silence of her terror.

"I say, we gather near the beaches," Antinous whispered, though his voice carried clearly in the suddenly hushed hall, each word a hammer blow to Y/N's soul. "I say, we wait 'til his ship arrives. Then, when he docks, we breach it! Let us leave now, today we strike and..."

His voice rose, joined by the eager, hungry shouts of the other men, a horrifying chorus. "We'll hold him down 'til the boy stops shakin'! Hold him down while I slit his throat! Hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith, his very bones! Cut him down into tiny pieces! Throw him down in the great below! When the crown wonders where the prince is, only the ocean and I will know!"

Y/N clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling a terrified gasp, her body trembling uncontrollably. No. Not Telemachus. Never Telemachus. Her vision blurred, hot tears stinging her eyes. She wanted to scream, to warn him, to run, but her voice was trapped, a silent plea in her throat, her limbs frozen in terror.

Antinous turned, his gaze sweeping over the hall, and for a horrifying moment, his eyes seemed to pierce the shadows, locking onto her hiding place. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face, a chilling promise of what was to come.

"And when the deed is done," he purred, his voice dripping with venom, his eyes fixed on her, "The queen will have no one. No one to stop us from breaking her bedroom door. No one to stop us from taking her love and more." He paused, his gaze lingering on Y/N, a cruel, possessive glint in his eyes. "And then, my sweet Y/N, when the boy is gone, and the queen is broken... we'll come for you. You won't have your prince to protect you then. We'll take our fill, and you'll learn what it means to truly serve."

Y/N felt a cold dread seep into her very bones. Her. They meant her, too. They would come for her, just as they planned to come for Telemachus. The thought was a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs, making her vision swim.

"And then we'll," the suitors chanted, their voices a horrifying, guttural chorus, "Hold her down while her gate is open! Hold her down while I get a taste! Hold her down while we share her spoils! I will not let any part go to waste!"

The words twisted into a grotesque parody of a song, a hymn to their depravity. Y/N felt a suffocating pressure, as if the very walls of the palace were closing in on her, crushing her. Hands, unseen but felt, seemed to reach for her, to hold her down, to tear at her clothes. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of fear and malevolent intent, pressing down on her, stealing her breath.

"Here and now, there's a chance for action!" they roared, their faces contorted into monstrous masks, their eyes burning with a terrifying hunger. "Here and now, we can take control! Here and now, burn it down to ashes! Channel the fire inside your soul and—"

The shouts grew louder, closer, a terrifying crescendo. "Hold 'em down, hold 'em down! Hold 'em down, hold 'em down! Hold 'em down, hold 'em down! Channel the fire inside your soul, and—"

Y/N gasped, a strangled, guttural cry tearing from her throat as she shot upright in bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat. The familiar roughspun sheets tangled around her, and the comforting darkness of their bedchamber slowly replaced the oppressive gloom of her nightmare. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, and her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps. The chilling echoes of the suitors' voices still reverberated in her ears, their leering faces burned behind her eyelids, Antinous's cruel smile a vivid, terrifying image.

"Y/N? My love, what is it?"

Telemachus's voice, thick with sleep, was a sudden, jarring sound, yet a profound relief. He stirred beside her, his hand immediately reaching for her, warm and solid against her trembling arm. She flinched, a residual terror making her pull away instinctively, before she registered his touch, his scent, his presence. It was him. He was here. He was safe.

"Telemachus," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper, raw with fear. Tears, hot and stinging, welled in her eyes and streamed down her temples into her hair, soaking her pillow. "Oh, Telemachus, it was... it was awful. They were... they were going to..."

He pulled her gently into his arms, his strong, familiar scent of sea salt and olive oil enveloping her. He held her close, pressing her head against his chest, his palm stroking the back of her head, then moving to rub soothing circles on her back.

"Shh, my heart. It's alright. You're shaking," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear, a steady anchor in her storm of fear. "Tell me, what was it? A nightmare?"

She clung to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the icy grip of the dream. "The suitors," she sobbed, the words tumbling out in a rush, disjointed and desperate. "They were planning... they were going to kill you. On the beach, when you returned. And then... then they were coming for me. For Mother. Antinous... he said he would 'take his fill' of me. He said... he said I wouldn't have you to protect me."

His arms tightened around her, a protective cage. He didn't laugh, didn't dismiss it. He simply held her, letting her fear spill out, absorbing it. His fingers threaded through her damp hair, gently pulling her head back so he could look into her eyes, his own filled with a deep, tender concern, a fierce protectiveness.

"My brave Y/N," he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear from her cheek. "It was only a dream, my love. Just a terrible, terrible dream. I am here. You are here. We are safe. No one will touch you, not while I draw breath. And no one will touch me either. They are fools, but they are not so bold as to openly attack the prince of Ithaca. Not yet. Not while I stand."

He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, tasting the salt of her tears. "It's over now. The sun will be up soon. See? Just a dream." He pulled her closer again, rocking her gently. "I'm right here. Always. You are safe. I promise you."

His reassurance, so calm and unwavering, slowly began to chip away at the terror. The phantom hands receded, the chilling chants faded. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded her back to reality. The warmth of his body seeped into hers, chasing away the lingering chill, replacing it with a profound sense of relief.

As her sobs subsided into soft sniffles, she became acutely aware of their bodies pressed together. The thin shift she wore was damp with sweat, clinging to her skin, and his own tunic was rumpled from sleep. The fear, though still a faint echo, was being replaced by a different kind of heat, a familiar ache that began to stir deep within her, a desperate need for affirmation, for life, for him.

She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his. His eyes, usually so bright and full of youthful determination, were now soft, heavy-lidded with concern, yet held a spark of something else, something tender and undeniably hungry.

"Are you truly alright now?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, his gaze never leaving hers.

She nodded, a small, shaky breath escaping her lips. "Yes," she whispered, her voice still a little hoarse, but gaining strength. "Now that you're here. Now that I know you're real."

(Smut starts here so you can leave if you’re not here for that)

A soft, tender smile touched his lips, and he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to hers. It was slow, tender, tasting of comfort and relief, a profound promise of safety that transcended words. Her lips parted slightly, inviting him deeper, and he accepted, his tongue gently tracing the seam before delving inside, exploring the soft warmth within.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate, a desperate affirmation of life and connection after the brush with terror. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, then tangled in his soft, dark hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as his hand slipped from her jaw to the nape of her neck, tilting her head to deepen the angle of their kiss, claiming her mouth completely.

His other hand, warm and firm, slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before settling on her hip, pressing her flush against him. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal against her belly, a comforting weight that chased away the last vestiges of the nightmare, replacing them with a thrilling anticipation. This was real. This was alive. This was him.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged against her lips. His eyes, dark and intense, searched hers, filled with a raw, undeniable desire. "My Y/N," he breathed, his voice thick with passion. "Let me show you how safe you are. How real this is. Let me chase away every last shadow."

She didn't need words. Her fingers fumbled with the ties of his tunic, eager to shed the fabric that separated them. He understood, his own hands moving deftly to untie her shift, the soft linen falling away to pool around her waist. The cool night air brushed her skin, quickly replaced by the warmth of his touch as his hands roamed freely over her bare shoulders, down her arms, sending shivers of exquisite pleasure through her.

He pushed her gently onto her back, his body following, hovering over her. The moonlight, filtering through the open window, cast a silver glow on his strong shoulders, the defined lines of his chest, the taut muscles of his abdomen. He was magnificent, a beacon of strength and safety, and he was hers.

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She arched into his touch, her fingers digging into the firm flesh of his biceps, urging him closer. He found the sensitive hollow of her throat, then the pulse throbbing at the base of her neck, and she moaned, a soft, helpless sound, her body already anticipating his next move.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered against her skin, his voice rough with desire, his words a balm to her soul. "So perfect. So utterly mine."

His kisses continued their descent, over her collarbones, to the soft swell of her breasts. His tongue flicked out, teasing, before he took one aching peak into his mouth, suckling gently, drawing a gasp from her. A wave of pure sensation washed over her, and her hips instinctively lifted, seeking more, craving his touch. He responded, his hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her gasp again, a delicious tremor running through her.

She whimpered, her body trembling not from fear, but from a burgeoning, desperate need. He moved lower, his hand finding the damp heat between her legs, his fingers gently parting her, his thumb circling, teasing, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of a precipice.

"Telemachus," she pleaded, her voice breathless, her body arching desperately, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with passion, a triumphant glint in their depths. "Soon, my love. So very soon. Let me make you forget."

With a swift, practiced movement, he shed his own tunic and breeches, revealing his magnificent body. He was all lean muscle and youthful power, honed by the sea and the sword, a testament to his strength. He positioned himself between her legs, his hard arousal pressing against her entrance, a hot, insistent promise.

She reached for him, her hands guiding him, eager for the release, the profound connection that would banish the nightmare forever. He met her gaze, a silent question passing between them, and she answered with a fervent nod, her eyes shining with desire and trust.

He entered her slowly, carefully, allowing her body to adjust to his fullness, to the glorious invasion. A soft sigh of pure pleasure escaped her lips as he filled her, stretching her, completing her, making her feel whole again. He paused, letting them both savor the moment, their bodies perfectly aligned, breathing as one.

Then, he began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly picked up pace, becoming a powerful, urgent dance. Each thrust was a powerful affirmation, a forceful expulsion of the nightmare's lingering shadows. He moved with a primal grace, his body a testament to his strength and passion, his love. She met his every movement, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, closer, desperate for more.

Her cries mingled with his grunts, a symphony of pleasure that filled the quiet room. The bed creaked beneath them, a testament to their fervent movements, their desperate need. Her nails raked lightly down his back, leaving faint red marks, a testament to her complete abandon, her surrender to him. The world narrowed to their entwined bodies, the friction, the heat, the exquisite tension building between them, spiraling higher and higher.

He pressed his lips to her ear, whispering words of love and devotion, promising her safety and pleasure, over and over again. "My Y/N... always safe... always mine... I will never let them touch you... never..."

The build-up was intense, a relentless climb towards the peak. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles clenching, as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over her, shattering the last remnants of fear. She cried out his name, her voice hoarse with ecstasy, her body arching into his.

He followed moments later, a deep groan tearing from his chest as he buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering with release. He collapsed onto her, heavy and sated, his breath hot against her skin, his weight a comforting anchor.

They lay there for a long time, entangled, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly evening out. The first faint rays of dawn began to peek through the open window, painting the room in soft hues of grey and rose, chasing away the last of the night's darkness.

Telemachus shifted, pulling the sheet up over them, then wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her close against his side. He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering, a silent promise.

"No more nightmares, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with contentment and a deep, abiding love. "Only dreams of us. Only peace. You are safe, my heart. Always."

She snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling utterly safe, utterly cherished. The horrors of the dream were gone, replaced by the comforting reality of his arms around her, the lingering warmth of their shared passion, the profound sense of belonging. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her soul, that with him, she was truly safe.

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No time to die ch.1

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage, alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing, possible smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

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There I sat cross legged, on my father’s plush leather couch in his office. Cigarette in hand. His little ‘body guards’ standing by the door. “So why did you call me in here?” I asked, exhaling the smoke. “Would you put that stupid thing out, you know I don’t like it when you do that.” He sighed, motioning towards the cigarette. I rolled my eyes, putting it out in his ashtray. “You’re a bit hypocritical, I’m not a little girl any more.” I said, crossing my arms. “Anyways, I called you in here as we need to have a serious conversation.” He said, nodding at the men letting them leave. I never really cared about getting to know their names as it would be different men by next week. “Carry on.” I replied, completely uninterested. “Well you know how much danger you can be in once you turn twenty-one and I couldn’t let that happen, so the last time I was in a meeting I had a chat with a few people and sorted something out.” He explained, sipping on his whiskey. “I don’t get your point.” I snorted, raising my eyebrow slightly. “My point is, you’ll be getting married next week as we needed it to be as soon as possible,” He responded, smiling. “I’ve met him and you would both be a perfect match.” He added, re-filling his glass.

There was no way he was forcing me to get married to a man I’d never met in my life.

“Wait, that’s unfair. I’ve never even met him and we’re getting married in a week.” I explained, standing up to walk out. “Don’t be like that y/n, you know I’m only trying to protect you.” He remarked also arising from his seat. “If you really wanted to protect me you wouldn’t have done any of the things you’ve done and mom would still be here!” I shouted, opening his office door. As the door opened I saw my dad give the men a look and with that the two of them were gripping onto my wrists. “Get off of me.” I screamed, kicking my legs slightly. “I’m sorry sweetheart, everything I’ve ever done has been for you.” He sighed emphasising the ‘for you’. “You haven’t done shit for me, if I was ever in danger it would be because of you,” I disagreed, my face shining with disgust. “I. Fucking. Hate. You.” I spat, and with that I felt myself being dragged to my bedroom, the door being slammed shut behind me.

How could he do this to me, after everything he has put me through these past 13 years. I was forced to grow up, because of him. My mom died, because of him.

Flash back:

I was awoken to a loud crashing noise from downstairs, I slowly slid out of my bed, tiptoeing down the creaky steps. There my mother stood screaming in my father’s face. “I told you to not bring that shit in my house.” She shouted, pushing him back. “I never wanted to but I had to for yours and y/n safety!” He shouted back, looking behind him. I was just to far up the stairs to the point where I couldn’t see who he was looking at.

The next thing I knew, there my mom was, her limp body on the floor. Pools of blood surround her. “Mom!” I screamed, running down the stairs hugging her lifeless body. “Y/n?!” My dad gasped, pulling me away from her. “Daddy what did you do to mom?” I asked, my breathing patterns speeding up rapidly. “Nothing baby, don’t worry about it. Go back upstairs please, I’ll be up in a second.” He told me, ushering me up the stairs.

End of flash back:

That was the last I saw of my mom, he told me she went to live with my aunt and obviously with my youthful and young mind I wouldn’t have understood until recently.

I sighed, sliding down the side of my door. How could he do this especially behind my back, I was supposed to be ‘his little princess’ although I know for a fact I wasn’t, the only reason I’m still alive is because I’m ‘blood’.

Which was one of the biggest lies I’d ever heard. Blood only ever makes you related. Trust, love and loyalty makes you family.

— I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about yesterday and all the events that had occurred, but I just have to get through all this. I was brought out of thought by someone knocking on my door. “Y/n?” My dad called out through the door. “What do you want?” I asked, sitting up from where I laid. “You’ll be meeting some of the your fiancé’s family today.” He said softly, my eyes widened. “I don’t even know his name.” I shouted back, standing up and heading straight for my bedroom door. “You’ll soon find out, now get ready.” He told me, leaving me confused as he walked down the hallway back to his office.

I rushed over to my closet, picking out the most presentable but comfortable clothes I could, shoving them on.

I just had to get married and make my dad happy.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself as I walked out of my room towards where my dad stood. He was on the phone, as per usual. “I’m ready, I’ll be downstairs.” I whispered in his ear, heading towards the stairs. He turned to look at me nodding as I walked downstairs. 

I was immediately greeted by one of my fathers ‘big bad bodyguards’, who was pointing towards the car. I slid into the backseat, patiently waiting for my dad to make his way to the car. After roughly 15 minutes he had finally got into the car. The car immediately started, as we made our way to the restaurant. “Put your foot on it Darren, we’re going to be late.” My dad told the man driving us, he almost immediately sped up swerving through traffic.

I stared out the window, looking at all the shops and buildings we passed. “Where are we actually going?” I asked, looking slightly at my dad. “Just a restaurant, we’re almost there anyways.” He replied, looking down at his phone. I rolled my eyes, his phone was practically glued to his hand you’d think he was a teenage girl by the way he doesn’t leave the house without it.

As we continued passing people, buildings and other cars, two people caught my eye. It was a man and a little girl. They were walking down the street eating ice cream, they both looked so happy.

Why couldn’t me and my dad have that bond together?

— We slowly approached a small restaurant, which was filled with people; mainly middle aged men and women. “Come on then we’re already late as it is.” My dad said, patting my shoulder as he got out of the car. I slid out the car door, walking next to him as we entered the restaurant. “Can I know his name now?” I asked, looking at my dad. “I guess so,” He sighed. “His name is Chris and I expect you to show him and his family the most utter respect, okay.” He smiled, as I nodded.

“Good afternoon, have you guys got a reservation?” The waiter asked, looking down at the paper placed in front of them. “Yes, yes we have. The last name should be sturniolo.” He replied, looking at his watch. “Great, everyone else is already here so follow me and I’ll grab you guys some more menus.” The waiter said, leading us over to the table.

As we made our way to the table I was greeted with, 5 people. 3 in which all looked very similar in age and looks. An older lady immediately stood up walking towards me. “You must be y/n, I’ve heard so much about you.” She said, kissing my cheeks. I smiled, as the others greeted me and my dad. One boy in particular kept his gaze on mine. “If you couldn’t tell we’re triplets,” One of the boys said. “I’m Nick.” He added, bumping the one who sat on his left’s shoulder. “Oh uh I’m Matt.” The other chimed in, smiling. “And that’s Chris, anyways feel free to sit down.” Nick said, pointing towards a chair. I sat on the chair, looking at my dad who was already deep into a conversation. “So why don’t you tell us more about yourself.” The lady said, sipping from her drink. I bit my cheek slightly, looking at Chris and back down. “Why don’t I start, I’m Nick, I’m 20, I’m a triplet obviously and I really enjoy photography!” He said, smiling at me. “Uh well, I’m y/n and I.” I started speaking, when my dad ;who was now staring holes into my face, caught my attention.

“Why don’t we talk about the wedding.” My dad said abruptly changing the subject as he turned to look at Chris. “Right yes the wedding, aren’t you excited!” Nick said, giddily. “She is indeed, we’ve been discussing it a lot recently.” My dad butted in before I could begin to speak. I sighed, looking down at the water in front of me. “Chris are you happy?” Matt asked, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “What- oh- uh yes I am and it’s been wonderful meeting my wife to be.” He said, fake smiling. I could tell by the rest of his body language that he wasn’t genuinely happy or interested in the current conversation. “Well i was hoping we could go shopping and look at dresses tomorrow, but only if you’d like to.” The lady asked, grinning at me. “I’m sure she’d love to. Wouldn’t you?” My dad replied, looking at me. I nodded my head. “Yes, of course I would.” Just then my dad’s phone started ringing, who looked down at who was calling. “I’m sorry this is important, I’ll be back in a second.” He said, walking outside of the restaurant. “So what kind of dresses do you plan on looking at,” Nick asked. “Oh before you say, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything for Chris you’ll just have to tell us tomorrow.” He added, smiling at Chris who’s attention was now on his phone.

I sat talking with them and eating the food we had ordered whilst I waited patiently for my dad to return from his ‘important call’. “y/n!” Someone beckoned out to me, I turned to look. It was my dad and he wasn’t happy. “We need to leave now, something happened it’s important.” He told me, as I shot up grabbing my stuff. “It was nice meeting you all, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said waving as I left the restaurant. “What was that about?” I asked, frowning at my dad. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. We just urgently need to get home,” He replied, getting back into the car as I also slid into the car. “Oh Nick asked me to give you his number by the way.” “Okay, I’ll message him now.” I replied, pulling out my phone.

Hi my dad said you wanted me to have your number

Yes I wanted to talk about what time your going wedding shopping tomorrow

I honestly don’t know but i’d love if you’d come with me

I was hoping you’d ask me that

I giggled earning a frown from my dad. “What are you giggling about?” He asked, looking at my phone. “I was just talking to Nick about tomorrow.” I replied, looking back down at my phone. “Oh right, well I’ll get Darren to drop and pick you up tomorrow.” He said, Darren nodding in response as he focused on driving us home.

— We finally made it home, my dad heading straight to his office whereas I headed straight to my room to message Nick.

Me and Nick ended up talking for hours on end about anything and everything. It was as if we’d known each other for years. The connection me and Nick already had was all my 8 year old self would have dreamed for after all I’d never had a best friend because my dad had insisted for me to get homeschooled meaning I never got the chance to meet people.

Maybe this whole ‘arranged marriage’ wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I just had to get to know Chris and Matt more.

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A/N: how we feeling about this so far, took me forever to write even though it’s short but this is just the start!!

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[bloos-bloo]

I'm not one to write NSFW fics- but I did want to try it- Sozura fans rejoice :D

YOUNGINS STAY AWAY FROM THIS ONE- (I can't really stop you though- but please respect my boundaries ;v;)

[rikiflowers]

glitter

you're sparkling and he wants to paint the sight into his memory forever.

warnings: smut with feelings and angst <3

wordcount: 4492

i listened to 'i'm the one' by bloo on repeat while writing

Ichigo Kurosaki endures a lot before he brings up something that bothers him. Most of the time he makes it out inside himself and then at some point the feeling is buried deep inside him. Speaking openly about his feelings? Difficult for him, but it has always worked well so far until now.  The stressed and overtired college student feels his nerves slowly running out. The reason for this is simple: you.

When his problem with you began, Ichigo himself didn't know exactly. Maybe it had always been there and slowly dug itself from his subconscious into his consciousness. Couldn't it have stayed there, he wonders as he sits at the table and stares at your back, his eyes glued to your ass for far too long, which is barely covered because you're just bending down to dig the beer out of the bottom compartment. "We definitely need another fridge just for all the beer... with a lock so that you keep your hands off my bottles," you complain to yourself, while the clatter of bottles against each other is not nearly as loud as your complaining. God, Ichigo feels the need to push you onto the kitchen table and elicit something from you other than just your whining. Ichigo just grumbles, and sips his (your) beer while he examines the beautiful curves on your body. The orange-haired man doesn't like stress. No loud grumbling and no one to reprimand him. But you, as his roommate, has a special status.

"You just got home... Can you perhaps sit down first?"

"May I put away the shopping first, Ichigo? Unlike others here, I make sure that there is something edible in the fridge." Your tone is irritable. He concludes that you've had a bad day (Ichigo is clearly an empath to notice this).

"You're just pretending I'm never going shopping... How exhausting," he murmurs more to himself, but louder than intended, which is why you turn around and look at him furiously. Immediately he recognizes the tears that almost escape your eyes. "Fuck you Ichigo."

"I didn't mean it that way," he explains clumsily, as he has never seen you cry before. This is a premiere that Ichigo did not want to experience. His heart contracts uncomfortably at the sight. "I'm sorry..." A bit overwhelmed by the situation, he tries to comfort you. He comes towards you, but you take a step back, the tears already running. Fuck. Otherwise, you always have a counter-slogan in store that you throw at him. You suddenly seem much too small, almost fragile, and Ichigo feels the need to hug you. But you don't let him, running into your room and slam the door behind you. His heart literally slips into his pants as he reviews this short scene. Did he do anything differently than usual? Fuck. He has no clue. Would you like him to knock on your door? Otherwise, you are more and more on your own. Maybe it would make it worse if he imposed himself on you. His head hurts when he thinks about the possibility that he somehow messed up, without really knowing what he did.

…

"Dude... Why are you in such a bad mood?" Renji's question brings Ichigo back to the present. The loud bass booms in his ears, while next to him a woman runs her fingers over his thigh. He forgot her name, which didn't interest him in the first place. The redhead next to him has put his arm around a beautiful woman while he looks at him questioningly. "I'm just not in the mood, Renji..."  Ichigo pulls the woman's hand away and mumbles only a short 'Sorry'. The woman does not take this very well, gets up, and struts away. He doesn’t care. "Your roommate, huh?"

The orange-haired man looks at him in surprise. "How do you know that?"

"Ichigo... every blind person sees that you want her and not just for a quick fuck," says the older one bored. "Out of respect for you, I didn't try anything with her."

"What a true friend you are," grumbles the younger one, taking the next sip of his whiskey. "But if you want to share her with me... I have absolutely nothing against it"

"To do this, I first have to dare to take the first step"

Renji's gaze wanders behind Ichigo and widens slightly. "I think today is your lucky day"

"Why?"

"I just saw her on the back of the dance floor," Renji replies with a grin. Faster than his brain can process, Ichigo’s body jumps up, almost dragging the table with it. He lets Renji sit alone, who will be busy with something better anyway. His absence won't hurt him too much. He has to come to you. He can't stand being ignored by you. With a racing heart, he makes his way through the crowd to you. He accidentally bumps into people, and apologizes quickly without giving it another thought. The alcohol in his system makes him take off, he is so excited to see you here.

And indeed. There you are on the dance floor, moving weightlessly to the music he doesn't like, but through your dancing he would hear it all the time, just for you to dance to it. His heart jumps as he bridges the distance to you. You have your eyes closed while your girlfriend sees him and grimaces briefly and taps you. You look at her questioningly before she points at him. You’re seeing him now, your face glittering because of your make-up and the strobe light mixing together. You seem like angels to him right now. Your eyes get big. "Ichigo?"

"Hi...", he replies a bit overwhelmed. He stands in front of you and can't get a word out, even though he wants to say so much. What has changed so suddenly? Why does he hesitate when he hasn't minced his words with you? Maybe the heavy palpitations in his chest remind him how much he actually likes you and he never really wanted to admit it to himself.

"Your roommate?" your girlfriend says disparagingly. Ichigo doesn't like the sound at all, but you don't care about your girlfriend. You take care of him. Far too much. "Can we talk?"

"I want to dance-"

"Then dance with me," he adds immediately. He is not so easily rebuffed. The orange-haired man has made a decision. You look at him with your shining eyes, seem to be looking for a retreat from his side. Ichigo looks down at you and holds out his hand to you. It seems like an eternity passes when you reach for it. His hand tingles as he clasps yours tightly and he is sure that if it wasn't so dark, you would have been able to see his glowing ears. You signal to your girlfriend that you are going with him and he turns to you questioningly. "We're here with her boyfriend. I was the fifth wheel on the car until just now," you laugh embarrassed. The alcohol apparently makes you talk to him so normally, because earlier you ran into your room in tears. This sight still lies heavy in his heart.

"Is everything okay with you?"

His question is drowned out by the loud music, so you just answer him with a 'huh?' and pull him down to you by the neck. The sudden contact of your hand causes him to tingle violently. Your lips brush against his cheek, which almost makes him lose his composure.

"I asked if you're okay?"

"Why shouldn't it?" Your eyes. Ichigo literally loses himself in them. Have they always glowed so strongly? Had he been blind all the last few years and now sees for the first time?

"Are you sure?" You just shrug your shoulders. "Didn't you want to dance with me?" Your body leans against his upper body, deliberately distracting you. It works.

"Yes, that's what I wanted...", he breathes out. He puts his arm around you, shielding you from the people around you who might get too close to you. Your fingers claw into his biceps, holding on to the orange-haired man as he pulls you towards him. Your body presses against his, and you enjoy its closeness, which you have always wanted so painfully. You don't want to think about it now but enjoy what's in front of you right now. Your arms wrap around Ichigo's shoulders as he puts his hands on your hip and guides you. He doesn't need to guide you, because you move with him to the rhythm of the music as if by yourself. It's been a long time since you've danced with him, so you want to enjoy this moment between you.

You can hardly take your eyes off him. The light makes his hair shimmer, while his lips shine seductively. It's an ordeal and you wonder if he might feel the same way. Has he ever thought about you the way you think about him?

At this moment, the closeness to you is not close enough for you. You want more. So much more. The alcohol goes completely to your head at this moment as you claw your fingers into the hairs on the back of his neck and pull him towards you. Ichigo's hands automatically move to your cheeks, and the heat is immediately transferred to you. Apparently, he expected you to draw him to you. "Ichigo...", you whisper his name. Your lips open slightly, want to ask him; finally want to bridge this agonizing distance. The orange-haired man beats you to it. "Please..."

At the same time, lips crash into each other that should have been found long ago. As if kissing him was the last piece of the puzzle, your nerve endings explode. In the mass of the celebrating crowd he will go down with you. teeth to teeth; your affection presses between his lips while he comes towards you. Desperately, you cling to each other as you devour each other mercilessly. Your head is screaming to have your fingers on every little spot of its body, but you're just content with its hair, which you're allowed to touch with your fingertips. You are in heaven. Ichigo bites your lower lip lightly, which makes you groan, only to be swallowed by him with his kisses. Breathless, you separate from each other when you have been accidentally bumped into by someone. You look at each other with glazed eyes. His hand is still on your hip.

"I-"

You both want to talk at once. A smile creeps onto your lips, which Ichigo reciprocates.

"To me or to you?" grins the orange-haired man and you playfully slap him on the arm. "We can still decide that on the spot."

You leave the club together, of course not without telling your friend quickly, even though she is probably busy with her boyfriend. The cool air hits your bare skin so that all the hairs immediately stand up. Ichigo is quick to notice this, puts on his leather jacket, which smells far too much like him. How can you not fall upon him at once? "Thank you..."

He smiles at you. That damn smile. You get dizzy in a good way. "I called us an Uber. It’s on its way..." Ichigo pushes you close to him and gives you even more warmth. But it triggers much more in you. You're wet. Unspeakably damp. Your thighs rub against each other, which doesn't escape the orange-haired guy either. He has to hold back his excitement about it. It all happened for him as if in a frenzy. He can hardly believe that he is now really on his way home with you to push you into the mattress and elicit the most beautiful sounds from you.

Reality hits you in one fell swoop. You're about to sleep with him. Years of suppressed feelings soon reach their climax and it is up to him whether he wants to go further than that. You get scared. What if it's going to be a mistake? What if everything falls apart after that?

"Hey... Look at me."

You raise your gaze, look into his warm eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He must have seen your look, otherwise he wouldn't ask so worriedly.

"I'm afraid of what happens afterward," you confess honestly, which makes him nod in understanding. "What happens after that is up to you. No stress... We don't have to if you decide otherwise..."

You interrupt him and press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I want it." You feel Ichigo's hand on your cheek and as you pull away from him, you see the warm smile on the orange-haired man's lips. You recognize the glitter on his cheek, stroking the particles. "You’re glittering," you laugh brightly, while Ichigo just grins. It doesn't bother him that you gave him some of your glitter. If it were up to him, you could cover him with all your glitter. The main thing is that it's yours. A strange thought that is not so strange for him.

"Give me more of it," he demands, reaching for your face to press it against his. You giggle as Ichigo's cheeks are pressed against your sparkling cheeks one by one.

When he is done with his work, he stands proudly next to you. "And?"

"Beautiful... Glitter looks a little too good on you" And you mean it. The light of the street lamp shines on his face, which makes the particles shine. Edward Cullen would be jealous if he could see Ichigo now.

"our Uber is here," Ichigo interrupts your train of thought as you walk towards the arriving car. The orange-haired man holds you by the hand so that you can sit carefully in it. His body presses itself next to you. You lean up to him while you block out the fact that the orange-haired man is involved in a conversation with the Uber driver. Your head rests on his shoulder, causing Ichigo to flinch briefly as your hair tickles his neck. His arm immediately wraps around your shoulders and moves you slightly closer to him. His smell swings around your nose, making it even worse for you not to imagine the most indecent pictures. In addition, his fingers stroke the bare skin of your waist absentmindedly, drawing circles so that you get goosebumps. Your body leans further into it so that it looks down at you and smiles softly at you, unperturbed as you feel everything gather in the middle. Doesn't he notice how aroused you are right now?

The Uber ride drags on agonizingly slowly until you finally recognize your apartment complex and thank God for your perseverance. Ichigo insists on paying for the ride when you reach for your wallet and you let him.  You feel the tingling on your skin as he gently reaches for your hand and clasps it tightly with his. You smile at him while you are once again speechless about the fact that he lights up in the light of the street lamps. You follow him like a moth follows the light, even if you burn yourself for good.

"Are you tired?"

"Do I look tired?" you reply questioningly as he has to let go of your hand for a moment to dig the key out of his pocket. "It's been a long night for you and I don't want you to get overtired-"

"Ichigo... I want to sleep with you. Forgotten?"

Your question makes the older one pause. "I've forgotten how direct you can be." You can see the red glow on his cheeks as he unlocks the door.

"Do you know it any other way?" You grin cheekily at him when you hear a mock sigh in response. In the hallway, you are suddenly pressed against the nearest wall. Ichigo presses his hip against yours, so you can feel his dick all too clearly against your clothed pussy. A gasp escapes you, swallowed by Ichigo's lips. Your hands reach into his neck, pulling him even closer to you. God, how much you've always wanted this. All the years you've been longing for him.

"Fuck, Ichigo... we have to go upstairs," you mumble against his lips as he reaches under your butt with his hand and lifts you onto his arms. "I hope we don't fall down the stairs now because you misjudged your strength"

"You're just a flyweight to me," he just replies, kissing your chin as he carries you up the stairs. You giggle to yourself while the orange-haired man shows zero struggle. Hot.

Once at the top, he finally lets you down. Together you literally rush into the apartment and fall into each other's arms. The door slams shut and your arms wrap around his body. Like a starving woman, you devour his lips, your tongue enters his mouth, which he opens so willingly. Ichigo growls into your mouth, his tongue pressing against yours. "Ichigo... Bed," you breathe against his lips. He nods willingly, grabs you by the wrist and literally pulls you with him into his room. You're rarely in his room and you've never sat on his bed. With ease you let him press you onto the mattress. He stands in front of you, looks down at you with his beautiful brown eyes. "Am I dreaming?"

You grin at his question. "I hope we both aren't dreaming," you reply as you watch Ichigo undress. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?"

"How long?" he replies roughly.

"Ever since I've known you... all the time you brought women into our apartment" Ichigo groans when you're finally honest. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

You just shrug your shoulders, pulling the annoying top over your shoulders and now sit in front of him in a bra. Ichigo kneels in front of you, and helps you take off your skirt. His fingers stroke your thighs before he takes your leg, giving it tender kisses. "I always thought you only saw me as a friend. I had to distract myself with all these women because I knew you were next door and I couldn't have you..."

Your heart beats faster as you watch him cover your legs with kisses and finally drop the piece of cloth to the floor. "The thought of how jealous you were makes me happier than it should..." whispers the orange-haired man, grabbing the flesh of your thighs and pulling you towards him all at once. Then I don't even want to know how you felt when I brought someone with me."

He groans annoyed. "Don't remind me of that idiot... I was beyond jealous because he wasn't good enough for you."

"And you're better?"

He grins, grasps your pussy with his hand. You hiss in surprise. "You'll see that on your own"

And he will be right. His fingers push the piece of fabric to the side and press into your wetness. A gasp escapes you as he sinks another finger into you. "Fuck... You're so wet"

You only agree with him cautiously, as his fingers hit the exact point that sends lightning through your body. "Ichigo..." you exclaim as he runs his thumbs over your clitoris, starting to grin as he hits exactly the right points with you. I want to lick you... May I?"

"Oh god, please" He laughs brightly because you answered him way too quickly and euphorically. The orange-haired man bends your legs and pushes you back again. But you lean on your elbow because you want to watch. He grins, continuing his action. Finally he pulls down your panties and throws them to your skirt. Ichigo bends down, kisses your vulva before he spreads your lips and dips his tongue directly into it. The muscle hits every corner of your pussy. You reach into his soft hair, pushing him even deeper, which hardly seems to bother him. He literally slurps you out, buzzes against your pussy so that this tingling sensation travels directly to your clitoris. "Ichigo... so good...", you blurt out between high-pitched moans, which spurs him on to suck on your bundle of nerves. Reflexively, your body tries to close your legs, but Ichigo grabs your thighs, holding them in place. You rub your pussy against his face, which makes Ichigo moan against your wetness. He inserts one finger into you for support, before the second follows to bring you over the threshold. God, it seems like the first time a man has put so much effort into making you come. Your fingers are literally pulling on his hair, looking for a balancing regulation, as Ichigo's head between your legs literally makes you lose the ground under your feet.

Tirelessly, his fingers thrust into you, rubbing over the spongy point. Your orgasm suddenly sloshes over you like a raging torrent. Everything in you clenches around his fingers as you come with his name on your lips. Ichigo holds your trembling leg firmly in his hand as he continues to slowly move his fingers inside you to guide you through your climax. When you turn your gaze back to him, you see him literally piercing you with his gaze. Apparently, he was watching you the whole time.

Breathless, you pull him towards you, and see his half grin as he pulls his fingers out of you. Ichigo supports himself next to you and grabs your cheek. Your breath is still irregular as you look at it with lustful eyes. Your hand reaches for his hand before you bring it to your lips and kiss the back of his hand. Ichigo doesn't let you out of his sight. You bring his fingers, which were just inside you, to your lips. You put them in your mouth and suck on them, tasting yourself. You hear a deep moan from the orange-haired man's lips, and feel his fingers twitch in your mouth as your tongue dances around the long fingers.

Ichigo grabs the back of your head, pulls you towards him with it. "Are you trying to drive me mad for good?" You grin against his lips before you kiss him passionately, straining his lower lip between your teeth. Ichigo growls, his fingers grabbing your ass. "I need to feel you, baby..." he whispers against your maltreated lips. You nod, reach for his dick in his boxer shorts. You can hardly embrace it, it is so big. No wonder why the women kept the whole house awake with their moans. Now you can experience it for yourself. "If you don't stop, I'll come in your hand...", he manages to exert himself, carefully pulls out your hand; Forehead to forehead as your breaths blend. "I have to feel you..."

"How could I say no?" you whisper back. "How do you want me?"

"On your back. I have to see your eyes when you come back."

"Kinky..." you smile, but his gaze is suddenly strangely serious.

"That's what happens when you're in love..."

Before you can answer properly, he pushes you down on the mattress. Your mind races as you look up at him. Ichigo shouldn't have said that. His lips were quicker to spit out the words than his head could have registered. "Ichigo... I dare you, if you back down now. We can talk about that afterward," you assure him, lasciviously spreading your legs to invite him. "Come here"

Ichigo doesn't need to be told twice. That's how long he's dreamed of it. If it falls apart after that, then at least he knows that it won't work out. He only wants to live in the feeling once.

And so he turns off his brain as you wrap your legs around his waist and he slowly sinks into you with a fluid movement. He can penetrate with ease because you are incredibly moist, which he clearly feels in you. It demands all his self-control not to lose himself completely. "Ichigo...", you moan stretched out as you feel him inside you. Your fingers claw into his shoulder as he growls your name against the crook of your neck. Ichigo's face tenses as he starts to move inside you. You press your lips back to his. Teeth crash into each other as you explore your oral cavities slowly and lasciviously. Ichigo's thrusts are deep and sharp, pressing you against the headboard again and again, which the orange-haired man prevents with his hand on your head. "You feel so good..." , he groans, snapping your pussy apart with his harsh thrusts. He nearly pulls himself out completely to thrust long strokes into you, making you a mess under him. “I always wanted you…so pretty under me”

You just answer with whimpers, attacking his neck with wet kisses.

It bubbles many sweet things against your lips that you swallow again and again. Sweat covers your body as you thrust your hips against his in rhythm. "Fuck... I don't last long... I'm sorry"

"It's okay... I want you to come," you breathe panting, literally scratching his back. "You're killing me..."  His fingers wander between your legs, stroke your clit. With skillful movements, he manages to bring you to a second orgasm in such a short time. "Look at me," he snaps at and just at that moment you manage to look at him when the climax breaks over you and you just manage to keep your eyes open before Ichigo pulls out of you and he squirts his warm orgasm onto your belly. Breathless, you look at each other, completely overwhelmed by the effects of orgasm.

"Oh fuck wait..." he mumbles as he realizes that his cum is running down you. He rummages around in his closet drawer while you try to process what just happened. You have finally slept together. It happened.

Ichigo pulls a few tissues out of the package he just fished out and begins to gently wipe your belly. A gentle gesture that will make butterflies flutter in your stomach. "Ichigo..."

"Yes?"

When he's done, he puts it on the cupboard next to it. "Was that serious earlier?"

Embarrassed, he looks at the crumpled bed linen. "Yes... Does that change anything now?" His voice trembles as he asks this. It makes your heart beat faster.

"Yes, our relationship status."

"Huh?"

You laugh. He looks at you like an embarrassed deer. "Do we want to continue to be just friends and roommates or upgrade to boyfriend and girlfriend?" you continue, waiting for his answer.

A happy smile adorns his lips, which perfectly match his shining eyes. "I'd rather take the second one...", he replies, moves closer to you and lovingly brushes the sweaty strands of hair out of your face. There's glitter all over my bed..." he whispers against your lips while you just grin crookedly, give him a butterfly kiss on the nose. "Then you should look at yourself in the mirror right away..."

[yubikyu]

Petrichor - Chapter 1: Genesis

Vampire!Silco x Reader

[Fanfic Warnings] Eventual smut, mentions of blood, animal abuse [Chapter Warnings] N/A AO3 LINK

Staring back at you is the reflection of refined exposition. Your Piltovan-blue blazer is straightened out firmly, and the silver badge that adorns its collar proudly gleams in the light—a symbol of everything you have ever worked toward. It’s the right thing to do, liberating the wee animals still trapped in the terrifying hellscape of the undercity, and it hurts you to ponder their current state of well-being. The past 5 years have led to this: the various dogs, cats, and more that have ended up in Zaun from impoverished ownership or illegal smuggling and experimentation now have a chance to experience fresh air and a new life. It began with setting up kennels in the undercity, finding volunteers brave enough to venture forth and find said strays. This part was particularly difficult considering the heinous reputation for deaths the lower echelons have, though a good campaign brought about good people. And now you’ve been given the ability to quality control - the express permission to confirm and deny clawed entry to Piltover as the Head of the Paws for Protection foundation. This is everything you’ve dreamed of, yet staring back at you in the mirror aren’t excitable, bright eyes. No, your stomach is churning. 

It isn’t like you’ve ignored the comments of the fabled undercity; mysterious deaths, toxic gases, ‘explosive’ citizens - of course you haven’t, that was rudimentary information when researching the effects of the location on various animals. It has, however, been somewhat of a privilege to backseat those anxieties until no longer feasible, such as 10 minutes before your planned descent on the hexdraulic lift. Summoning your remaining strength, you carefully sling the brown satchel over your shoulder before leaving the stone-bricked flat and stepping down the cobbled path on toe-pointed feet. The warm glow of the sun doesn’t help your mood as you subconsciously begin juxtaposing it to the ideas of a murky, dark underground system that awaits, an uncertain flurry settling between your ribs as you greet the mechanic attendant with a pained smile. 

“Head of the…?” He questions, raising a brow expectantly. You aren’t too surprised at his lack of care to remember the foundation, though a pang of irritation reminds you of all the other similar encounters over the previous month. 

“Yes. Paws for Protection.” The name wasn’t entirely your idea, and it certainly made you recoil when one of the volunteers suggested it, but it’s grown on you. 

“Right.” His blatant disregard is obvious, large hands cranking open the steel doors without question before stepping inside with you, not even sparing a glance. 

Elevators that go down to the entresol are large, creaky beasts of Piltovan technology, somehow mixed with Zaunite ingenuity to adequately traverse through layers of thick smog - though you already feel your virgin lungs tightening as the descent continues, resisting the slightly humiliating urge to cough as you focus your gaze on the blackened glass panels resting against bronzed metal bars. When it finally stops, the doors open onto an inconspicuous stone platform leading toward a small market square with various shops and other city access, bustling with a fair number of traders. Without fully tearing your eyes from the unexpected business in front, you attempt to ask a question about the kennels, only to be cut off by the bang of the doors as the attendant prepares to ascend once more. “Right. Fine. Finding the kennels. Easy.” You attempt to delude yourself out of feeling shaky, presenting more confident than you feel as you force your steps to be steady, walking out into the street. 

After a lot of this-way that-way, you eventually find an Enforcer who is happy enough to see a fellow Piltovan, and he agrees all too enthusiastically to assist in finding the place. “It’s a bloody maze down here, makes catching those things much harder.” He grumbles lightly, turning a corner. His blue uniform blends happily with yours, providing a bright guide around the twisting lanes. 

“...the animals?” You respond, focusing too much on thoughts of the volunteers who are helping to round up the creatures as you try to keep up with his brisk pace. 

“Ha!” His laugh sounds out, short and sharp. “That’s one word for ‘em.” Not a moment later, and he’s escorting you through the front doors of the newly built temporary settlement for the animals, assuring that he’d wait outside until you’re done with the first wave of assessments. 

Marlon pauses as he enters from further inside the building, a fresh excitement beaming from him as he regains himself to greet you. 

“Did you make it okay? Any trouble?” 

You smile warmly at him, the anxious bubbles settling to a light simmer as you take in the familiar sight. “Not at all.” 

He was one of the first volunteers at Paws for Protection, a large, tattooed specimen of a man with spiked black hair, but the heart of an innocent who genuinely believes in the cause. You let him parade you through the building, proudly showing off your status to the handful of workers that you hadn’t met yet, while quietly taking in the signs of progress as you step into the pens. Reminding yourself that the animals behind these bars are safe now, you try to ignore the pleading looks and whines as you glance around the somewhat grim atmosphere, ready to put your title to use. 

15 fluffy things in, and you’re beginning to realise that part of your job is supposed to involve denying entry. You cringe as you look over your shoulder at the substantial handful of beings that are being prepared for ascent on your orders, Marlon sending a reassuring smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, reading as pained more than anything. 

“We do have a limit on the council’s orders…” He reminds gently, moving to stand closer to a holding cell harbouring a docile-looking terrier dog with brown splotches scattered over its white fur, weathered by age and the conditions of living. What response can you give that isn’t an abrupt refusal, you don’t know, but your shoulders heave with a sigh regardless as you try to think of anything else. 

“We… could release the older ones, I suppose.” Forcing the words out made them strained, despite your best efforts to remain neutral. 

“I think that’s for the best.” The man affirms mildly, backing away again to continue signing off forms. Fingers rubbing at your eyes, you bite back a low groan. 

“Perhaps I’ll call it for now. Review my plan, fix it around the generous number of animals I did not expect to see on the first day.” You drawl, giving him a deadpan look as you tie back your hair. You don’t miss the way he glances up at the clock before speaking, 

“You’d better hurry, then. Lift shuts off soon, and curfew starts at 8pm.” 

The snort that leaves you is palpable. 

“Curfew?” You muse, raising a brow. “I’d adhere to a curfew, because…?” You’re met with more silence than amusement, which catches you off guard. When he shrugs in a manner that suggests you should listen and go, your hands find the strap of your satchel with exceptional accuracy, slinging it over your frame before you have time to fully ponder why there’s a curfew. 

Peeking around the door, you notice the enforcer has decided to abandon his post, leaving you to find your way back alone. Tentative steps slowly turn into a light jog, weaving through alleyways as you struggle to fully remember the way back. After a few wrong turns and almost walking into the wrong people, you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the elevator - gleaming and still very open, only a minute past cut-off time. “Thank goodness, I-” Your light-hearted praise is met with the abrupt closure of one of the doors. 

“Hey, wait-! I’m still-” 

“Past cut off.” The same man from earlier states bluntly, his large hands already working to close the second door. “And we’re at max weight.” There are only a couple of heads behind him, and you know for a fact they usually fill those things beyond capacity. 

“No, hold on.” You insist, climbing two steps at a time as you rush to reach the doors. The attendant is as unforgiving as you’d expect, the metal-on-metal clang ringing out in the promenade that you’re only just realising is a ghost of the bustling market it was earlier. “Bugger.” Cursing lightly, you glance around the empty expanse, getting even darker as the night draws near. Noticing the large mechanical clock towering over some nearby buildings reading ‘7:34’, you question the curfew. Maybe it isn’t the best decision to sleep on such dangerous streets, especially with the threat of…being arrested? You aren’t too sure what punishment could come of anyone (especially a Piltovan) breaking such rules, but it doesn’t sound particularly appealing to find out. 

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The glow of neon is unmistakable in the darkened streets, a rounded sign showing off the pair of tankards, surrounded by text reading: ‘The Last Drop’. The rough exterior contrasted by striking neon and blaring music from behind the double doors gives you pause - this is unlike any Piltovan establishment, and even then, you aren't exactly one for going out, preferring to stay inside surrounded by books and papers. Before you can hesitate further, you force your hand to push open one of the large wooden doors, clumsily holding it open as you edge through. 

It's busy, almost every table seems to be full of life in the form of rather intimidating chem-punks, their neon and black appearances reminding you of the stories about unruly citizens. Sliding into a stool by the bar, you try to catch the eye of the woman polishing glasses. She's large, with a straight bob and a prosthetic metal arm that holds the glass she's cleaning. 

“Um, excuse me-” You begin, trying the polite approach, though your voice is quieter than you expected. You try again. “Excuse-”

“What?” The woman snaps, raising a brow at you expectantly. 

“I wanted to know if you had any rooms available?” The words shoot out of you quickly, nerves taking over your exterior. She scoffs, looking up and down before narrowing her deep eyes.

“Cutting it a bit close to curfew, aren't we?” Before you have the chance to respond, she slides a key on the bartop. “Upstairs, first door on the left hallway.” You place some gold coins that you assume suffice, before awkwardly shuffling away, key in hand. 

You don't even reach the winding wooden staircase at the back of the bar before you see him. An elegant and refined man, with skin a little too pasty to be healthy. His left eye is shockingly unique; a black sclera and an iris of mountain fire, entirely contrasting to the seafoam counterpart that seems to analyse the room. His short black hair is styled back perfectly, threaded with silver around his temples that matches the low-cut silk shirt on his torso - a style so set apart from the rest of the undercity, and yet somehow intertwined with it. You almost die on the spot when he catches you staring, heat prickling your cheeks as you avert your gaze instantly, excusing yourself as you quickly skirt past him up the stairs and toward the hallway. 

It seems impossible to dare to breathe until long after the wooden door is firmly shut and locked behind you, embarrassment forcing your eyes to shut as you shake off what just happened. Though you let yourself ponder with a small snicker. ‘What sort of day has this even been? It seems ridiculous,’ you think, as you gather yourself into a more professional state and look around the small inn room. 

The most striking part is the various warning signs reminding visitors of the curfew, what to do in case of an emergency, and stressing beyond all to not go outside at certain times. Stepping further into the room, you can't quite shake how frequent these reminders seem, and it churns something in your stomach. ‘One night, that's all this is. Then I can check out the rest of the admissions, leave via the lift long before any cut off, and go home. That's all.’

But as you settle into the mediocre bedsheets, staring up at the time-worn wooden ceiling, it becomes obvious that your mind has more plans than merely sleep. And in the middle of the night, you could have sworn the shrieking machinery outside sounded a bit too human at times to be just the cogs and pistons moving with the effort of providing power to the city. 

Next: Chapter 2

[brightstar2000]

What are your favourite TSAMS fanfictions to read?

There are multiple i do like to read, but some of them are honestly rare to come across. I like to read different takes on Eclipse redemptions and some ship ones with Eclipse/Sun or fics that just have them as tolerant of eachother or friends, but the issue i have is it's rare to find ship ones without smut somewhere in it. Won't go into detail but i have ptsd from a long time of sexual abuse. That's why i avoid the ones with smut because i'm worried about it possibly triggering something and it makes me uncomfortable in general. But it also upsets me because my options are very limited. (Won't tell writers what they can or can't write though. It's their stories, not mine)

I also like a good bit of the family oriented ones. Some of the ones i like to read are "Lightning Scars" by Morriganfey, and i also like the Karma's Bitter series by SinisterShepherd. Other fics i like include TheDemonSurfer's fics, especially the ones they have with Eclipse and Sun. I also like the series of tiny Eclipse and Sun by Bloo (22FluffyTheSpider123 on Ao3)

Some other ones that interested me that were not typically what I would have looked into were The Obiedience Protocol by CosmicKinglet (VioletVince on Ao3), and The Monster I've Become by TheAlphaVoid, but i enjoyed these. (be careful with TOP cuz it has hypnosis in it and i did have to stop reading a few times during hypnosis scenes to not fall into a trance myself. Yes, it works, so be careful with that one at those parts.)

There are several others as well that I like, but i won't name off all of them. These are some good reads if you want to find them in my opinion.

[threerattsinatrenchcoat]

1, 21 and 29 for the end of year asks!

Sorry for the delay! And thank you for the ask ❤️

1 - fav fic I wrote

Really glad you asked because I can give the real answer (I Will Bury You in Diamonds, the fic I never shut up about) and a spare that I also adore:

Embers that Never Go Out - sad little grief fic about Arabella learning magic, set post game.

21 - most memorable comment review

Oh, like, all of them. I actually save comments (like have screenshots) and reread them all the time. I recently got one from Libri on I'll Write to You in Flowers that was about as long as the fic itself that I've been going over and over, and I've always enjoyed ones that quote lines or are steam of consciousness or that are from writers I also enjoy. (Tumblrs tags are freaking out with too many names so sorry but) aviatorasharak, graysparrow, unmoderated_zhent, topofthelighthouse, deepdustsea, bee, lolliputian , silverstrike and soncasong are a few names that I can think of, but I'm so grateful for this community.

Oh, and whenever anyone recommends one of my fics I have to go jogging or dancing from excitement. I know luvwich and vera have lately, so thank you.

However, the question asked for one, so I'll say, @bloobluebloo who left comments on my first fic (Shadows of the Lost)that intrigued me, convinced me to keep publishing my stuff (even though that fic was very esoteric), greatly informed my own style of leaving long-ass and detailed comments, and bloo was one of the first people I ever reached out to on Tumblr to be like, "hi". Every time I worry about writing something too silly I think about "Zelda forcing Ganondorf to attend a class with children? That is so freaking amusing I literally burst into laughter" and damnit, if that isn't too silly than nothing is

29. Shortest fic I've read

Okay I was going to say "In the Hideout" which is Shadowheart/Nocturne smut fic by Topofthelighthouse for the Tolna's Vault Smut Challenge, which clocks in at 622

But then I remembered "queens on the throne", at 599 words, where am empress dethrones her husband but keeps one of his concubines, determined to romance her.

Link to the asks if anyone wants to join

[yourstrulybrittney]

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵~

(𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷)

Au! Actor!Gojo x Singer!R

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Why did you lie to him? Pushing back your feelings for your costar is for the best right?

Fluff! Smut! Angst! Fake-dating! Enemies to lovers! Drug use! She fell first he fell harder!

Previous chapter

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𝓒𝓱4-𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓉𝑜 , 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑜.. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎?..

𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Gojo found himself at your apartment complex. Parked near the entrance. Gojo was confused on what he was feeling, Anger? Jealousy? Sadness? But what made him feel this way about you? Was it your beauty..? You were one of the prettiest girl he’s seen, but it wasn’t that. It was just the way you were. The way you treated him, the way you made him feel safe, wanted, and perhaps the way you made him feel loved…

How could you love someone like him, he didn’t even know how love felt.. You wouldn’t love him, how could he deserve your love. Or could you just want to use him? Gojo leaned over to the glove box in his car. Pulling out a bottle of pills, reading “morphine.” Taking 4 of the small but somewhat strong blue pills. Chopping them up with a card.. inhaling the powder. His head now resting on the steering wheel. “Why did he need your validation so bad?” Pinching his skin on his arm, a little bit of blood spilling out.. maybe he took too many pills.. he thought. As his eyes closed.

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You didn’t immediately head home after leaving Gojo. You actually didn’t have anything to do, you weren’t ready to call your dad back and Sarori wouldn’t be home until later. You went to go pick up some groceries. You didn’t really need anything just.. something to get your mind off Gojo..

It didn’t help, not even picking up a tasty coffee. He just didn’t want to leave your mind. You sighed, walking out of your car towards your apartment complex entrance. Seeing a familiar figure, inside a car. He had white soft hair, somewhat pale skin. Were you thinking about Gojo so much to the point you started hallucinating him?!. You peaked over noticing he looked passed out, and he was even bleeding.

Gojo or not. You couldn’t just leave someone like that. You knocked on the driver side window. You really couldn’t see anything the window were tinted. You kept knocking and he wouldn’t answer. You checked to see if his door was open. And it was. This was an invasion of privacy, but he could be seriously hurt. He looked exactly like Gojo him body wise. His aroma was the same too. You started nudging him. Asking him if he was okay. Finally hearing some somewhat steady breathing. His head slowly turning towards you. “Princess?” He mumbled

“Satoru-.” “What’s wrong are you okay?” You said observing him, his eyes were red, his hair messy, and some blood on his arm. He didn’t know what to say, slowly trying to get up, wobbling. You reached over grabbing onto him. He put his head onto your chest. You let him keep it there. Messaging the back of his head. “Should we go to a hospital, Satoru?” “No I’m fine, Its just a headache.” Gojo mumbled. You knew it wasn’t that. “Do you want to go up to my apartment? I could-.” “Thought you’d never ask.” Teased Gojo cutting you off. You gently slapped the back of his head with hand you were using to message him. You helped him up, making your way up to your apartment.

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Entering your apartment telling him to go sit on your couch. Going to the kitchen grabbing a glass of water, a soft wet rag, and painkillers. Walking back to him, sitting next to him. Handing him the water. The glass shook in his hand, some water even spilled out. Gojo looked towards the painkillers. Wondering why your weren’t hanging them to him.

“You’re high aren’t you?” You said clutching onto the painkillers and the rag , looking away from his eyes. He could tell from your voice, that he couldn’t deny it, you would know the truth. You tossed the painkillers to the side. Knowing the answer by his silence. “Yuji and Sarori didn’t really have an argument did they?” He countered. You looked towards Gojo, than looked away. You couldn’t deny it, he knew the truth.

“Itadori called me, he said Sarori and him have been together this whole time.” “Why did you lie to me Y/N?” He said, his tone more hurt than frustrated. He grabbed your chin making you face him. You didn’t know what say. You backed up, walking off to the kitchen. Coming out with two glasses and a champagne bottle. You sat back down pouring the liquid. Handing him a glass, looking at him. “I don’t know why I lied, but-.” You paused sighing. “But I do know I’m sorry Satoru.” You said.

“Now why are you high?” You said, sipping on champagne. He chugged the champagne in his glass. Breaking eye contact, going to pour himself some more. “That’s none of your business.” He answered. You sighed. “Okay then, Gojo.” “Here’s a question that is my business. What were you doing here?” You countered. “I wanted to know why you lied to me, I asked you already, so now I think I should go.” He said slowly getting up, still wobbly. You pulled him back. “You can’t drive like that Gojo.” “I can handle myself Y/N.” What you were about to do was going to hurt your pride, but your morals would thank you. You yanked him with all you force. He was now onto of you. “Please Gojo-. Please Satoru.” You said. He couldn’t move, it felt like his was paralyzed. He wanted nothing more than to stay with you. He just laid on your shoulder, he was still hurt, but cheering up with your warmth.

“I got high because of you princess.” He said, looking up towards you. “Huh, but I didn’t tell you to get high?” You said teased acting confused. “No well I mean, I got high because I had these weird thoughts of why you lied to me.” He said hesitantly. Your started softly wiping the blood away with the rag. “What weird thoughts?” you asked. He sat up a little. “Well-.” He started but stopped. You place a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. “It’s fine Satoru, you don’t have to answer.” You assured him. He grabbed the hand you placed on his shoulder, moving it up to his cheek. At the moment Gojo felt something he’s never felt before, but he couldn’t tell what? He just found himself leaning forward. Closer and closer. You found yourself doing the same. Until his lips were just an inch away.

“This is why I lied to you,” you muttered. He just looked confused. “We shouldn’t do this.” You said looking away biting your lip. He used two finger to pull you to look towards him. “Why not?” He said pouting. You couldn’t look at him in his eyes, knowing if you did you would give in. Gojo felt his heart ache.

When the door swung open. Two figures appeared. Gojo stayed in the same spot. But you sat upright. “Gojo?” Both Sarori and Yuji said at the same time. You just sat there in silence. Gojo looked at you one last time. Once your watery eyes met contact with his, you looked away. Gojo got up. “Itadori can you take me to my house?” Asked Gojo to Itadori. “Yeah, sure.” Answered Itadori. “I’ll wait in the car.” He said in a low tone going off. You looked as he exited. Then Itadori said his goodbyes and left.

Sarori came running towards you. “What happened Y/N?” Asked Sarori. As you let some tears escape. “What did that imbecile do to you?” She asked. You just wiped your tears getting up. “No it was my fault.” You said walking away.

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The next week Gojo called off work sick. Any chance you saw Itadori you asked him about Gojo. You also noticed how in love Itadori and Sarori seemed, you were obviously happy for them. Yet would also wonder if you could have that. But not with anyone, with Satoru..

You let the water from the shower stream down your body. While you were lost in your thoughts. You came to the conclusion that you and Gojo almost had that, maybe even already had that. Well.. until you blew it. You wanted to help Gojo, but ended up hurting him. You didn’t know how someone could hurt someone as amiable as him. And after learning about what has happened to him before. You just wanted care for him, you want to reconcile him. You didn’t know if you could do it. But you really wanted to try. You made a promise to yourself that day. You’d give it a try.

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The next month went by quickly. Gojo wasn’t rude but he wasn’t the way he was before. Him not showing his usual bubbly attitude hurt more than him being mean.

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𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Knock Knock

Gojo got up from the couch of his apartment, wondering who it could be? He opened the door. “Big brother Gojo!” Exclaimed the black hair girl. “Riko?” She came barging into the apartment, a nanny behind her. She hugged Gojo. “Hey riko. To what do I owe the suprise to?” Gojo hugged back. He signaled for the to come in. But they declined.

“Can’t stay for too long, got a bunch of business to handle.” Riko said with big grin on her face. “Business? Like what?” Gojo asked, confused. Riko punched his shoulder. “Like birthday planning, I’m finally becoming a teen.” She said. “Finally becoming a teen. Thats a big deal.” Teased Gojo. “Mhm yep. So you have to attend.” “I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it riko.” Said Gojo. He probably could make it, he just didn’t want to see his dad. “You promised me last year you would come to this birthday party this year, after you ditched me last year. You can’t break a promise.” Countered Riko. Gojo just stood in silence.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” Said Riko with a big smile on her face. “Anyways is it true that your costar is Y/N L/N?” She asked. “Yeah.” Said Gojo in a low tone, he was still sad, but he missed you. “Gojo? Is it also true that you two actually seeing eachother.. romantically?” She asked. Gojo just smirked and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t say the truth, that it would be fake, rafter all Riko did have a loose tongue, she would definitely let the truth slip. “NO WAY!” exclaimed Riko. “Is she actually really nice in person like everyone says! What’s her favorite thing! How can she sing so beautifully!.” Said Riko fan girling over you. “Please Satoru, can I please meet her, I won’t ask for anything more pretty please. You don’t have to get me a birthday gift, just let me meet her!” Exclaimed Riko. Gojo just stood there in silence.

Riko pulled out to birthday invitations. “One for you, I’m expecting you there. No excuses!” She exclaimed. “And one for Y/N, pleasee Satoru. It would make me so happy to meet her.” She said in a soft tone. Satoru nodded. Taking both of the invitations. Riko and her nanny said her goodbyes and left. This encounter made him realize he missed you a lot more than he thought. He now promised he’d win you over .

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Knock Knock

You were looking around your vanity. You lost your necklace. But you didn’t lose hope of finding it, just thought you misplaced it. You ask Gojo to meet you in your dressing room. After work, you wanted to exchange schedules with him. Because the director urged you to start the Pr for the movie. You started getting “deju vu” when you heard the knocks.

“Come in.” “You wanted to see me?” Spoke Gojo’s coming in. Leaning against the door. “Mhm.” You said getting up. “What were you looking for?” He spoke in a cold tone. You pouted at his tone. He was still bothered with you, you thought. “I lost a necklace.” You answered. He just gave you a confused look. But deep down the necklace you lost, was in his possession.

“Um well, I just wanted to exchange schedules. So we can see when we are free to go out together.” You spoke a little flustered. “Okay I’ll get my manger to send it to you.” He spoke in a low tone. Turning to leave. But he felt a force pulling his wrist, stopping him. “Satoru I still want be friends. I’m sorry about what happened.” You spoke in a soft tone. He look back at you. He also still wanted to be friends with you, he missed you alot. “I mean it, I’m sorry, what will it take for you to forgive me.” You asked. “Not much.” He replied. Placing a hand on you cheek. “But you could do me this one favor.” You nodded. “Next week, come with me to visit family. It’ll be my sister’s birthday, she’s a big fan. It’ll mean alot to her.” Gojo said handing you an invitation. You took it from his hand, and took a quick glance at it. “Sure I’ll go.” You said, with a smile creepin’ up your lips. He took out his phone. “Take out your phone, let’s exchange numbers.” You agreed handing him your phone. Putting your contact. He gave you pack your phone. Scanning over the information. His contact name was “Satoru<3” . But before you could say something, he was leaving. Only turning around to wink. You smiled at him.

You felt butterflies. This time you wouldn’t mess things up, you and Satoru both thought.

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Ch5 Preview || Gojo found him self feeling Euphoria with you. And for you? I think it won’t hurt to try something with Gojo. It’s not like you can resist either way. You both wont mess things up this time. Right? (Upcoming chapter will have smut)

A/N || This chapter is a little cliche :’). Anyways- . Next chapter will be happy one. Also sorry for the wait superrr busy with school right now. (Schools not done, but I am 😭..)

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