#noah sebastian AU

[veephoenix]

the unmaking of a warrior | part 9

Pairing: Samurai!Noah x Princess!Reader Series masterpost here✨ Word count: 7k

Tags & trigger warnings: tiny bit of angst at the beginning, descriptions of wounds and blood, fluff, sexual content (oral sex with fem. receiving, praise kink ("good girl"), hints at noah having a breeding kink, p in v unprotected).

Please, be advised this part contains a scene involving shibari (bondage) and this might not be everybody's tea regardless of what it means for noah and his princess. I've approached it with care and love, and there's obviously consent from her side and noah is being gentle and attentive through it all, but I understand if some people are not comfortable with reader being tied up while there's sexual intercourse, hence this note.

I've also revised this very quickly, so apologies if you find any typos or mistakes.

Additional useful info: - Zabuton: cushion/pillow. - Omamori: good luck charm meaning to protect.

A wisp of smoke drifted around me, curling from the incense sticks that burned softly in the temple. 

I had lost track of time, and with that loss, some of the anguish that consumed me began to ebb away. 

Or perhaps it wasn’t quite that. Maybe it was the presence of the temple and the protective amulet in my hand that had lulled me into a fragile sense of security, a belief that everything would be okay. 

I found myself in a sort of meditative trance. It had started as a prayer, my eyes closed, my fingers wrapped around the omamori, and my lips whispering fervent invocations. The image of Noah’s bleeding chest had been almost unbearable, but now, the panic had receded, if only momentarily. My breathing had steadied, and while a deep sadness still weighed on me, the panic no longer had me in its relentless grip. 

Nearby, the elderly woman who had given me the amulet was engaged in her rituals, her presence palpable not only through the bowl of prayers she tended but also through the calming energy she radiated and I could feel even with my eyes closed. 

It had taken me a moment to recognize the old woman—it was the same one Noah and I had met earlier that morning in the dining room. Rika had mentioned that the woman and her husband were the oldest couple in the community, residing in a small house behind the temple. They spent their days watching over the community and aiding those in need. 

Though I hadn’t asked for help, at least not with words, the old woman had appeared by my side as soon as I collapsed in front of the altar. Even without exchanging a single word, I felt her presence, a silent guardian over me and, most importantly, over Noah. 

My soul and heart were not alone in their pleas to the gods for Noah and for a just resolution to the battle ocurring beyond these walls. 

The tears had long since dried on my cheeks. A breeze flowed through the open doors and expansive windows of the temple, growing stronger until it startled me, causing my heart to momentarily freeze and my voice to catch in my throat.

The fight was over.

As the wind softened into a gentle caress, I refocused on the amulet in my hand, gripping it tightly once more and resuming my prayers. 

I lost track of how much time passed while I remained there, kneeling with my hands resting in my lap. The fear that had taken root in me was so overwhelming that I didn’t notice the breeze transform into an even tenderer touch. For a fleeting moment, I felt wrapped in a cocoon of protection and calm.

But the silence was abruptly broken by a voice from the entrance to the temple behind me.

“He will live.”

The omamori slipped from my fingers as I heard Noah’s voice, a jolt of shock coursing through me. I sprang to my feet, steadying myself on trembling knees, and turned around.

There he was, not a ghost, but the man I loved, covered in blood. 

His clothes were stained and torn, with small patches of crimson on his cheeks and jaw, cuts marring his left thigh and arms, and a deep wound still oozing blood on his chest. My breath caught in my throat, and a sob escaped as I rushed to him. He let his katana fall and pulled me into his embrace, his arms wrapping around me with desperation.

I didn’t care about the dirt clinging to his clothes or the blood smeared across his skin. All I cared about was the warmth of his body against mine, the fierce reality of him being here with me. I clung to him, struggling to contain the sobs that had built up during his fight and my anxious wait in the temple. I could sense the fatigue in his embrace, the faint tremor of exhaustion.

It was the soft, resigned sigh that escaped his lips that made me pull back slightly. Noah’s gaze met mine, filled with a tumult of anguish, fatigue, and a lingering fear of having disappointed me. With a weary hand, he reached up and gently wiped the blood from my cheek with his thumb, a troubled wrinkle forming on his forehead as if it pained him to see me tainted by the violence that had marked out lives. 

“My father,” I began, clutching the lapels of Noah’s tattered combat suit, my voice trembling. 

“I spared his life,” Noah murmured, his voice muffled as he buried his face in my hair. “He’s wounded, but he’ll survive.”

The relief that surged through me was like a soothing balm, easing the tension that had gripped my heart. But the word ‘wounded’ caused me to pull away slightly, my eyes instinctively drawn to the gash on Noah’s chest. 

“You need someone to tend to you,” I said urgently, my eyes filling with tears. The sight of him, battered and bloodied, was breaking my heart. The thought of him being hurt, especially by no other than my father, was too much. 

“I’m fine.”

“Noah, you’re losing blood.” I started to ask how he had managed to make it all the way to the temple in such a state, but then, he faltered. 

His posture sagged, as if the effort of standing and speaking was too much. The sight of his vulnerability drove a deeper ache into my chest. I took a step closer, reaching out to steady him, my hands gripping his arms. My panic flared again. 

I guided him to sit on the floor as I watched how every movement was draining him. The old woman appeared almost as if by magic, and in a second she was directing Noah to remain seated as she placed a small zabuton on the floor. 

With a quiet authority, she instructed him to lie down, and Noah, wincing, carefully reclined. 

“Open his shirt,” the woman instructed. My heart was pounding in my chest. The voices in my head screamed that this wasn’t the end, that there was still a chance I could lose him. 

The cut on Noah’s chest, while not as deep as I’d thought initially, had been bleeding for a while, and his exhausting only compounded the gravity of his condition. I remained momentarily paralyzed, caught in the horror of the situation, in the thought that it could get worse, but Noah’s groan of pain snapped me back to reality. He was trying to open the lapels of his suit, but the effort was too much for him. I knelt beside him, my hands trembling as I gently pulled aside the fabric. Every tug brought a pained wince from Noah, the material sticking to the wound, making the task even more agonizing. 

Once his chest was exposed, the woman reappeared with a bowl filled with water and a wooden box. From the box, she retrieved a handful of gauze, a roll of thread, and a needle. Noah turned his head slightly towards her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of resignation and discomfort. 

“It needs to be stitched,” she announced with a calm resolve. 

Noah’s shoulders sagged with the weight of his exhaustion, and he threw his head back, his eyes searching for mine. I reached out, my fingers entwining with his. I could see the fatigue and the faint hope in his gaze. Despite the grime, blood, and sweat, he was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. When he tried to smile at me, it took all my strength to remain upright, my legs feeling like they might buckle beneath me had I been standing.

“We’re free,” he whispered, his voice a fragile thread of reassurance.

As his words settled into my heart, a couple of tears slipped from my eyes and traced a path down my cheeks, falling onto Noah’s hand, which I had brought to my lips. I kissed his knuckles gently, each touch a silent vow of my love and devotion. The old woman’s skilled hands began the delicate work of stitching, but for now, all I could focus on was the warmth of Noah’s hand in mine and the promise of a future where we would face everything together.

Nearly two hours later, Noah and I were finally back in the house.  

The walk back had been arduous. The wounds Noah sustained from my father’s swords were extensive, not only requiring stitches on his chest, but also on his left bicep, where the cut had been particularly deep and concerning. The old woman at the temple had worked meticulously, disinfecting and stitching each wound to prevent infection. We’d stayed at the temple for a while. Noah had eaten, hydrated, and rested a little before we made our way back to the village. 

Back in the house, I helped Noah into the bath, carefully washing his wounds and bruises. Despite the delicate nature of the task, Noah didn’t utter a single complaint. Instead, he watched with a quiet intensity as my hands moved the sponge over his battered body.

There was a profound intimacy in this act of care that transcended even any physical union. Washing him was a way for me to express my care and love for him. The softness of the sponge against his skin, the careful way I tended to each bruise and scrape, felt like a sacred ritual.

As I glided the sponge across his shoulder, Noah reached out and took my wrist gently, placing two soft kisses on it. The gesture brought a smile to my face, warming the chill of the night and the embarrassment I felt at seeing him so wounded. Noticing my reluctance, he drew me closer until he had me leaning over him, his lips finding mine in a deep, reassuring kiss. His hand rested at the back of my head, grounding me in the moment and making the pain and worry fade.

In different circumstances, I would have discarded my clothes and joined him in the tub, oblivious to the overflow of water and the cramped space. 

Touching his wet hair, I rested my forehead against his and murmured, “The water’s getting cold.” 

He nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection. 

A while later, I was in bed, sitting cross-legged, feeling the weight of recent events settle heavily on my shoulders. My gaze flitted uncertainly around the room, not knowing where to fix it. On our katanas? On the dress from our outing to the market, now tainted by Ren’s dagger? Perhaps on the Daruma doll on top of a drawer, a token of good luck and protection Grandma had gifted Noah?

The last few days played on a relentless loop in my mind. The terrifying thought that we might lose everything to my father seemed to have passed, but the echoes of those moments clung to me. Only hours ago, I had feared that Noah and I might be torn apart, our future snatched from our grasp. Now, the realization that we were finally free, that our future lay ahead of us, felt almost surreal.

I glanced at the window, slightly ajar, through which a gentle night breeze flowed in. The room was bathed in soft, muted light from the street below, casting elongated shadows that danced quietly against the walls. Noah emerged from the bathroom, his body wrapped in boxer shorts, the faint scent of soap and water mingling in the air. Despite the healing of his wounds, his spirit was battle-weary and his mind exhausted from the ravages we had experienced together the past few days. 

It was hard to believe that four days ago, only the two of us knew of the love between us. Now, it felt like the secret had been shared with half the world. 

Tears welled up in my eyes, a blend of relief and the residual fear that had held me captive only hours before. They slipped down my cheeks, mingling with the remnants of anxiety. I hurriedly brushed them away before Noah had a chance to see them. 

Shaking his head, he dropped the towel he had used to dry his hair, and knelt at the foot of the bed. His hand reached out, beckoning me to move closer.

I shifted my position, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed so that Noah’s face was slightly below mine. His gaze was filled with adoration and a quiet plea, his brown eyes shimmering with love and promises. He touched my cheek with a comforting caress, sliding his fingers to my chin as he softly spoke.

“We should sleep,” he said, his voice soothing and weary.

I took his wrist and guided his hand to my cheek, leaning into his touch as if drawing strength from it. I closed my eyes, pressing my face against his open palm.

“I don’t think I can sleep.”

“What do you want to do, then?” his voice held a tenderness that was as reassuring as it was gentle, a promise that he was ready to fulfill my every need. It was as though he could sense the depth of my love for him, the way it filled every corner of my heart. 

Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you.

I let out a sigh, not one of heaviness but of pure, unadulterated love. My feelings for him had always been intense, even before I came of age, and knowing that our future was no longer just a dream but a reality filled me with a profound sense of joy and anticipation. The thought of spending the rest of our lives together made my heart flutter with an exhilarating mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Just be with you,” I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Make sure you’re okay.” My gaze drifted to the cut on his chest, now bandaged but still red and angry. The pain was evident in his features, despite his efforts to remain stoic. He was a Samurai, accustomed to enduring pain, but I could see through his brave façade. His grimaces and fleeting glances betrayed the discomfort he was trying to mask.

I gently traced my fingers across his chest, careful to avoid the wounded area. My touch was meant to be a balm, a soothing caress that offered him comfort and reassurance. The cut would leave a scar—a reminder of the sacrifice and courage he had shown, a testament to his willingness to go to great lengths for us.

“I’m fine,” he said with a soft smile, the warmth of his expression gradually melting away the tension in his face. “But I can be better.”

My eyes met his, my fingers resting near where his heart beat beneath his skin.

“How?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.

“By being inside you,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes that momentarily pulled me from my worry. His words made me frown slightly and tilt my head in curiosity.

“But you’re hurt,” I said, my voice firm but tender. I wasn’t opposed to his desire—my own wishes aligned closely with his. However, the reality of his injuries weighed heavily on me. He had fought bravely only hours earlier, and I didn’t want him to overexert himself. “I wouldn’t want you to…”

“I’ll be nice and gentle,” he interrupted, his voice filled with an earnest promise.

And that was all I needed.

Suddenly, a gentle smile spread across my face, mirroring the one on Noah's. This was a moment we both needed—something deeply personal and healing. I couldn’t imagine denying him anything. Not now, not ever.

In what felt like slow motion, Noah rose from his seated position. His tall frame and muscular build were even more striking as he stood before me. I blinked slowly, almost reflexively, and watched the bulge in his boxers pulse. His touch on my chin was light and almost imperceptible, his fingertips grazing my cheek as he pushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“Take off your robe,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

I obeyed without hesitation, slipping out of the silk robe and revealing the cotton panties beneath —the only piece of clothing I was wearing—. Noah’s eyes softened as they drifted over my exposed body, over my breasts, but there was a glint of hunger in his gaze that spoke of a deep, insatiable need.

“Show me you still trust me,” he said next.

My heart raced, a mix of apprehension and relief coursing through me. This was who we were, what we had become together. After the chaos and bloodshed, this was where we needed to be—close, connected, and unafraid.

I moved to the edge of the bed, offering my wrists to him. I looked up, meeting his warm gaze, silently pledging my trust and surrender.

Noah’s expression was filled with pride and a hint of relief. He stepped away briefly, opening the sliding-door closet where we had stored the clothes Rika and her husband had gifted us. When he returned, he held a collection of belts in his hands. 

He selected a black one from the pile and laid the others beside me on the mattress. He knelt on the floor, aligning himself with my height, and began to tie my wrists with a single-column tie, our eyes locking in a silent exchange of understanding.

“Can you lie down for me?” he asked softly once he was done.

I nodded, and as I settled back onto the mattress, Noah hovered over me momentarily, asking me to lift my head for a couple of seconds so that he could push my hair away to ensure it wouldn’t be caught or tangled. 

“Thank you,” I murmured.

Noah pressed a kiss to my shoulder before stepping back to the foot of the bed. He took my panties with him, letting them fall to the floor, and picked up another belt from the assortment beside me.

I took a deep breath, trying to quell the nervous flutter in my chest. 

Despite my unwavering trust in Noah—knowing that he would never hurt me—the suspense of not knowing what was coming next always made me feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety. My feet itched with a restless anticipation.

Noah seemed to sense my tension. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on my left knee, his lips warm and soothing against my skin. “Bend your leg,” he instructed gently, “so that your calf is pressed against the back of your thigh.”

I followed his guidance, folding my leg as he directed. His fingers began to caress my inner thigh, tracing light, reassuring patterns on my skin. The gentle touch was a familiar comfort, easing my nerves and bringing a sense of calm.

Once I was in the right position, Noah’s hands moved to the belt. His touch was steady and deliberate as he started to tie it around my thigh, making a single column tie just below the hip. The belt was soft but firm, securing the bend of my leg with a snug yet comfortable grip. He then guided the rope down to my calf, encircling it snugly in an evenly spaced manner. His movements were deliberate and attentive, each wrap around my leg made with practiced grace. 

As he continued wrapping the kimono belt around my leg, keeping my thigh and calf together, he paused to check my comfort. His fingers brushed against my skin as he made adjustments, ensuring the rope was tight enough to hold but not so tight as to impede circulation. Every now and then, he would look into my eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. His gaze was soft, his concern palpable, and it made me feel deeply cared for.

When he reached the end of the belt, he secured it with a neat knot, making sure it was both secure and aesthetically pleasing. He took a moment to gently press his fingers along the wraps, feeling for any signs of tension or discomfort. His touch was tender and reassuring, 

His careful attention extended to the second leg. I bent it without him having to ask for it, and I heard a satisfied hum escape his lips. He took about ten minutes to complete the tie there as well. Each movement was measured and thoughtful, his focus loving and unwavering as he worked on me. 

With the belts snugly encircling my legs, I felt an increasing sense of surrender with each passing moment. Noah’s gaze and the secure feeling of the ropes around me gradually pulled me into a deeper state of subspace. The outside world faded away, leaving just the intimate bubble we created together.

Noah’s soft voice cut through the silence, asking if I was alright. The concern in his tone, combined with his lingering touch, grounded me and made me feel cherished. His attentiveness to my comfort and the connection we shared through this experience made it easier to let go.

“Arms above your head,” he instructed softly, and I complied without hesitation. His approval came in the form of a ‘good girl,’ which filled me with a deep sense of pride for pleasing him. 

Noah’s hand rested on my knees, gently pushing them up and apart. I felt a flush spread across my entire body as he exposed me to him. His gaze was intense and appreciative, taking in every inch of me—every imperfection, every scar. It was a gaze that made me feel both vulnerable and deeply valued.

His touch was tender as he slid his hand from my neck down the valley between my breasts, moving slowly until he reached my lower belly. His fingers paused, resting over the mound between my legs. “I need this,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with need.

As he said those three words, he sank to his knees. He grasped my tied legs, pulling them closer to the edge of the bed. 

I closed my eyes as Noah’s breath fluttered against my skin, the anticipation building with each touch. His kisses began on my inner thighs, making me feel cherished and adored. When his lips brushed right below my navel, a shiver ran through me, his breath sending goosebumps all over my body, my nipples hardening in response.

“Everything’s okay,” he whispered, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin. His words created an almost electric sensation, making my entire body tingle. “I’m going to show you right now.”

“Please,” I murmured, my voice barely above a breath.

His next kiss landed on the delicate area where my thigh met my pubic region, along the inguinal crease. The proximity of his mouth had me shivering, struggling to contain a moan.

“You can bring your arms down now, baby. Touch my hair while I have my mouth on you,” he instructed, his voice low and comforting. “I love it when you do that.”

A grin spread across my face, unable to be contained. “I know,” I replied, a hint of satisfaction in my voice.

His smile seemed to widen against my thigh, and I could feel his pleasure in the gentle way he responded. My fingers tangled in his soft locks as his mouth began its exploration between my legs. Each touch was slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensitive. He took his time, savoring every flick of his tongue and every gentle suck, creating a rhythm that was both intimate and profoundly connecting.

The unhurried pace allowed us to savor each moment, to explore the depth of our bond in silence. My body responded to him instinctively, wriggling beneath him as pleasure built. Soft, sweet moans escaped me, marking the perfect synchronization we shared in that moment. His hands roamed across my hips and lower belly, sliding up to caress my breasts and tease my nipples, adding layers of tenderness and stimulation to our connection.

Noah knew my body better than I knew it myself. When I bucked against his lips, craving more, he responded with a firm hand pressed against my lower abdomen, holding me still. Despite the pause, his tongue continued its gentle, insistent work, licking and flicking. The pleasure built up until I was shuddering and arching off the mattress, my body consumed by the climax he’d drawn from me.

Even after I came, he remained there, praising me, continuing to lick and kiss me with calm, mindful strokes. I had given him my orgasm and with it, I had released half of what I’d been holding inside since we left my father’s state. 

“That was sweet,” he commented, lifting his head from between my legs, satisfaction evident in his voice. I quivered at the sight of his lips, glistening with the evidence of my arousal. He licked them clean and even though I had just reached a nice climax, I felt ready to give him another one.

He stood up. His hands went straight to the ropes binding my wrists, deftly untying the knots. I watched him quietly, regaining my breath. I noted how he moved with a confidence that spoke of his extensive experience. Each knot he loosened revealed not just his skill but his deep understanding of me—both as a my warrior and my lover.

Once he had freed my wrists, he gently rubbed them between his large, calloused hands, his touch both soothing and reassuring. “Do you feel any pain?” he asked, his voice tender but concerned. 

I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. The pressure felt nice.”

“Good,” he replied, his gaze relaxing. “I’m going to change the ties now, so that your wrists are tied to your ankles. Is that okay?” 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Noah.”

“Good girl.” His voice held a note of pride as he began working on the new knots. “I’m going to make you feel really good while you’re all tied up and I’m inside you, I promise.” 

His focus was intense, his hands working almost too fast for me to keep track of each knot. 

“The moment you need me to untie you,” he addded, eyes meeting mine with a commanding gaze, “just say so, okay?” 

“I will, Noah.”

“Perfect.” 

His hands continued their work, placing my wrists at the bottom of the triangle formed by my calf and thigh, efecctively tying my ahnds to my feet. The adjustment was meticulous, ensuring that my hands were now cupping my own feet. 

As he worked, I could feel the new arrangement of the ropes stretching my limbs in a way that was both restrictive and incredibly stimulating. Noah’s attention to detail was meticulous, each knot and wrap designed to heighten our connection and the sensations we shared.

My feet rested flat on the bed, the cool fabric beneath them constrasting with the heat radiating from the constriction above. I watched as Noah’s hands worked methodically, the cotton belts slipping through his fingers with ease.

He looped the belt around my wrists, pulling each end through the careful knots he had already made at my ankles. My breaths came in shallow, uneven bursts as I felt the binding tighten. Noah’s movements were almost reverent as he ensured the knots were secure yet not painful, balancing restraint with care.

Each tug of the belts brought a new sensation—tighter, more restricting—until I felt the belts drawing my limbs closer together, the tension making every muscle in my body aware of the intricate web of bondage. His fingers brushed against my skin, a fleeting, almost intimate touch before he moved away to adjust the knots with a final, authoritative tug.

As I shifted slightly, the belts creaked and shifted, an audible reminder of their grip. Noah’s eyes met mine, and there was a flicker of something inscrutable in his gaze, a blend of focus and something deeper that I couldn’t quite decipher. I was completely at his mercy now, each movement of mine dictated by the binding ropes and the skillful precision with which he had tied them.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he looked at me with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. “Are you comfortable?”

I nodded, the excitement of anticipation mingling with the comfort of being cared for so thoroughly. “Yes, Noah.”

His smile widened as he took in my bound form, his eyes filled with both desire and admiration. “You took good care of me in the tub. Now I’m going to take good care of you here, in this bed.”

He leaned down to placed his hands on my waist. At the same time his thumbs stroked my sides, he bent his head down and pressed a loving kiss to my stomach, lips lingering there with a softness that seemed at odds with the tightness of the ropes binding me. The warmth of his breath and the tender touch made me shiver in pleasure.

He lingered there for a moment longer, as if relishing the profound connection between us before he drew back just enough to speak, his voice low and hushed, imbued with both solemnity and hope. “We’re free,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on me with a blend of affection and determination. “Nobody can dictate our future anymore—only we can.” With two fingers, he traced a circle around my navel. “One day, our children will grow here,” he continued, his lips and fingers replaced by his warm, broad palm, which now lay pressing tenderly on my womb. 

The words hung between us, a promise and a vision of a future that felt both distant and tantalizingly close. His eyes softened as he took in my expression, revealing a vulnerability beneath the surface of his composed exterior. A flutter of excitement danced in my stomach, mingling with a growing need to feel him inside me. At that moment, the ropes that bound me seemed almost inconsequential compared to the profound meaning behind his declaration. 

He stepped back, and the room fell into a hush, punctuated only by the soft rustle of the belts keeping me bound and the steady rhythm of our breathing. 

Noah undressed, sliding off his underwear and letting his cock spring free, hard and proud. 

With a careful, practiced hand, he adjusted my position on the bed, lifting me slightly so he could kneel comfortably between my legs. His presence was commanding and powerful—broad shoulders, strong arms, and muscular thighs—yet there was a controlled gentleness in his approach. The intensity in the way he looked at me was unsettling and deeply intimate, as if he could see past the surface to something more profound.

A shyness fluttered over me, the intensity of his stare making it hard to hold his gaze. I tried to find distraction in the room’s shadows or the patterns on the bedding.

“No,” he barked, his voice cutting through the silence with a sharp edge. “Look at me. Eyes on me.”

The command jolted me back to him There was no escape from the depth of his stare. The authority in his voice made my heart race, but there was also a strange comfort in the clarity of his demand.

I held his gaze, trying to steady my breathing. His eyes remained fixed on mine, unwavering, as if he was searching for something in me, something that only this moment of connection could reveal. The weight of his expectations pressed against me, mingling with the tightness of the ropes, creating a blend of tension and anticipation that just got me hotter.

With a grip that took me by surprise, Noah lifted my hips and settled my ass on his lap, my bent and tied legs resting at his sides, feet and hands floating mid-air. In that position, his cock was perfectly aligned with my core.

“Arch your back a little,” he instructed. “Get comfy, baby, because I’m going to enjoy my time with you like this.”

He guided me closer with a gentle pull, adjusting me until I was nestled just right. I shifted slightly, seeking the most comfortable position by resting most of my weight on my shoulders. 

A tender kiss was placed on my knee, followed by the gentle press of his thumb on my clit, making me gasp from the unexpected sensation. The touch was not harsh but warm and teasing, much like his previous caresses. He took his time, rubbing his cock against my folds, from my clit to my slit, stirring a mounting anticipation.

In one deliberate, slow thrust, he was fully inside me. A small frown appeared between his brows—a sign of his awe and fascination with how perfectly our bodies fit together. I gasped and closed my eyes momentarily, savoring the overwhelming sensation of finally having Noah inside. 

He remained still for a moment. My skin prickled with goosebumps under his scrutiny, the anticipation of his next move almost palpable. His dark eyes held a fierce intensity that should have been intimidating but instead felt deeply reassuring.

“You’re mine,” he declared.

And I felt completed. 

Because I was his. Always had been. 

And he was mine. 

As the rhythm between us began to build, his movements were tremendously delicious, a blend of passion and reverence. I couldn’t say for certain if he kept his eyes open to observe each one of my expressions and reactions, as I had closed mine, losing myself in the sensation of our bodies being joined. Each thrust, the slide of his cock inside me, the press of my lower body against his thighs—everything melded into a singular, euphoric experience. I felt as if I were floating on a cloud.

“How’s it feel?” he asked, his voice an urgent whisper that barely touched the edges of my consciousness. “Talk me through it, sweetheart. I need your words. Come on.”

“It feels so good…” I managed to respond, my voice trembling slightly. I arched my back as he entered me again, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. “I don’t want this to end.”

“It won’t,” he assured me.

He wasn’t talking about our lovemaking. He was talking about us, our bond, the love. 

An overwhelming surge of emotion coursed through me. Maybe it was all the love I had for him, everything I knew I would do to keep this man at my side. I opened my eyes, watery because his promise, coupled with his movements, threatened to bring me to tears. My eyes fell to the cut on his chest. 

My gaze fell to the cut on his chest, which had been stitched and now marred some of his tattoos. Despite the imperfection, it was a mark of his love, never to be seen as anything less than beautiful. That’s when my concern shifted to him.

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked softly, my head hazy from the pleasure, the friction of his cock moving in and out making my mind all fuzzy.

“I’m feeling okay,” he replied, his tone filled with genuine warmth, his movements never losing focus. “There’s nothing like this, being inside you,” he bit his lip as he observed the way his thick cock disappeared inside of me. “And you look so beautiful, taking me like this because there’s nothing else you can do. I wish you could see yourself.”

One of his hands slid down my calf, his fingers gently finding the ones resting by my foot. He grasped them tenderly, offering a small, loving squeeze.

It was these subtle gestures that had first made me fall for him. Back when we were just teenagers and our encounters were still new and thrilling, Noah had always been cautious and restrained about touching me. But whenever he sensed something wasn’t right—perhaps when I had a rough day or something kept bugging at me—he would let his hand brush mine as we walked through the forest or beside the pond, he would pretend to remove a stray leaf from my hair, or would place a flower behind my ear with a compliment. His small acts of affection were one of my favorite parts of him, something that no one else had got to experience from this implacable Samurai.

Such a charmer he’d been—still was. I just don’t think he was aware of it. His actions always spurred from his very soul, intent with love, from a soul that radiated tenderness.

What was there not to admire about this man?

I’d do anything for him. My feelings for Noah went far beyond mere love; they transcended the physical. He was my life.

In the midst of my thoughts, Noah guided our lovemaking with a steady, rhythmic intensity that left me breathless. And a while later, a powerful urge to be even closer to him took hold of me. 

I longed to be freed from the restraints, to wrap my arms around him and pull him even closer. My chest ached with the need to feel his skin pressed against mine, to close the distance between us. I needed him to understand how desperately I wanted to feel his body enveloping mine, entirely. I wanted to kiss him, to hold him in a way that our current position did not allow.

I focused on the sensations of our connection, savoring the way his touch ignited every nerve in my body. My hands itched to reach out, to cup his face and draw him into a kiss that would seal our shared ecstasy. Each time he entered me, I could feel the tension and desire crackling between us, a force that pushed us toward the edge. I could feel every pulse of his cock, every throb of his desire matching my own.

In a breathless whisper, I pleaded, “Noah, untie me now. Please.”

His eyes flickered with both determination and a hint of surprise. Without breaking our connection, he began to carefully untie the restraints that held me. 

Once he had freed me, Noah’s hands massaged my ankles and wrists to ease the tension from the binds. The attention was both soothing and arousing. As he adjusted our positions into a missionary, I eagerly wrapped my limbs around him, my heels pressing firmly into his backside. His lips traveled over my face, brushing gently against my cheeks, jaw, and down my neck, each touch fueling the fire of our connection.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me, a surge of strength and dominance began to rise within. I struggled, but I finally managed to flip Noah over. I guided him onto his back. His look of surprise was fleeting, quickly replaced by a mixture of curiosity and admiration. I was careful, mindful of his injury, not wanting to cause him any discomfort or risk opening his stitches.

Once I was atop him, I took charge, riding him with a mix of passion and care. The control I exerted was exhilarating, and Noah’s expression shifted between awe and appreciation. 

Noah, as the dominating Samurai he’d been and always would be, didn’t wait more than couple of minutes to sit up, though. He wrapped his arms around my middle, and urged me to move my legs so that I was wrapped around him. His other hand tangled in my long hair, guiding me down to his mouth as my body sank onto his cock. Settled onto him, my clit brushed against his lower body, and I could feel the pressure and pleasure escalate to an intense, feverish pitch.

The new position, the way my body rubbed against his, how we moved against each other, elicited louder sounds from both of us. 

The connection was so profound that I knew I was on the brink of exploding, the pleasure mounting with each passing second. The combination of his warm embrace, the rhythmic motion, and the intense intimacy between us made it impossible for me to hold back. 

However, when Noah rested his forehead against my bare shoulder, not even a couple of minutes after, an unfamiliar dampness caressed my skin. My heart twisted at the unexpected vulnerability in his touch, and I was flooded by a sense of worry. I stopped my dance atop him, and gently cradled his face in my hands, guiding his gaze to meet mine. 

“Noah,” I whispered, my breath mingling with his, “are you crying?”

He blinked, his dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

I had never seen him crying.  

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, “I’m so sorry for everything I put you through.”

A warm, reassuring smile spread across my face.

My boy.

My soldier.

Crying in my arms.

“Noah…” I pressed a kiss to his nose, another one to his cheekbone, as words came flooding back to me. “You didn’t force me to do anything. I’m very capable of making my own decisions. Remember that line?”

He frowned at first, but soon his lips curled into a wry, relieved smile. He let out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face and letting his forehead fall against my shoulder. 

I held him, none of us moving for a while. I let his hands roam my back, explore my skin. 

“I was terrified” he began, the quiet of the night welcoming his soft-spoken voice, “when I noticed you weren’t there in the market, and then when I found you in that alley with Ren, and he had you—”

“Shush,” I interrupted softly, lifting his head with a finger below his chin and pressing my forehead to his. “That’s in the past now. You don’t have to be scared anymore, and neither do I.” I traced the line of his right ear with my fingers as I inhaled him. His scent was intoxicating. It felt surreal that this man was mine; that he’d always been. Maybe it would take me forever to grasp the notion. “It’s just us from now onwards,” I continued, letting a playful, cheeky smile slip onto my lips. I lowered my voice, catching his full attention with an intentional buckle of my hips against his. “Maybe little ones in the near future. But tonight—right now— it’s just you and me, Noah.”

His smile broadened, mingling with a mix of gratitude and love. We lingered in the moment, our bodies intertwined, our breaths mingling. The weight of the world seemed to dissolve as we savored the intimacy. Our tears, our fears, and our shared pain were left behind as we focused solely on each other.

When Noah started rocking me against him again, I felt a profound sense of completion. The struggles and uncertainties of our journey seemed distant and insignificant compared to the future ahead of us. 

I closed my eyes, holding onto his shoulders. The world outside faded away, leaving only two adults lost in each other, the same ones that had been kids once; kids who knew nothing about love but learnt everything together. 

*deep breath* this is the last part of the series. The next update will likely be the epilogue, which will be divided in two parts and will take place at least two years after these events.

Thank you so much to every single one of you angels that have taken the time to read this, that have been patient with me and my slow updates, and have cheered me on to continue and have kept me motivated to write this story. Writing has always been one of my favorite things to do, and doing research for it, learning about other cultures, and getting to share this with you all and seeing your reactions literally has no price. I'm such a sap but that's okay 🤓

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she's a silver lining - girl!noah x matt dierkes

warnings: swearing, oral sex (m receiving)

word count: 1.8k

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She counts the money again. They can barely afford to pay the venue fees, there’s no way that they can pay Matt and get dinner for everyone. 

“What are we doing about that?” Nick asks, “We have to pay him somehow.”

“I’ll figure something out.” Noah mutters in reply. 

Nick won’t like the idea that’s forming in her head. But she knows Matt, she knows how his brain works, and she knows that there’s one thing that she never gave him while they were hooking up. 

“Noah.” Nick warns. 

“Come on.” She swats his arm, “Have a little faith in me. I’ll just tell him that he’ll get a little extra at the end and that’s it.”

She can tell that Nick is shaking his head as she walks away, and in a way she gets it. Nick worries — maybe rightfully so.

Noah finds Matt at the back of the venue loading their gear into the trailer with Jolly and Folio. 

She gets his attention quite easily, Matt has never been very good at saying no to her. 

“Listen, we might have to decide between dinner and paying you tonight and — I know this sucks, and you’ll get paid in full, you will. Maybe I can do something else for you.” She suddenly feels a little ridiculous. 

It all sounded so much better in her head. 

“Should have known that, so that’s on me.” Matt replies with a bitter laugh, “Whatcha gonna do? Let me fuck you again?”

Noah swallows the urge to punch him right then and there. 

“I thought that I could blow you, but if you wanna settle for that.” She trails off as Matt flushes so brightly. 

She can practically watch him short circuit in real time. 

“Whatever you want.” She tries her best to sound nonchalant about it, but the flustered expression on Matt's face makes it all so hard. 

Knowing that she affects him like this is a little dizzying. Noah doesn’t see herself as someone people are attracted to. She’s tall, stick thin, with barely any chest to speak of. They’d called her a twig for the longest time. The tattoos help, but she still doesn’t think that she measures up to the girls these boys usually fawn over. In that way, Matt has always been rather helpful. 

“No — no, that’s fine. I — when is this happening?” It’s endearing how hard he’s trying to sound unaffected. 

“Just stay back when the others are getting dinner.” She says, brushing past him to catch up with the other two. 

Her quick departure only partially serves this little one-sided game she’s playing with Matt. Her own resolve wavers too quickly, and if she isn’t careful, Matt will see how unsure she is about all of this. And she absolutely cannot have that happen. 

The diner they find is acceptable, and Noah spends about five minutes dissecting her burger and stealing fries off Nick's plate before she announces that she’s not that hungry after all and that she’ll take her burger back to Matt. He’d previously said that he’d stay with the van just to be safe. She snaps a picture of Matt dozed off in the driver's seat before she smacks her hand against the window. 

He jumps, clearly disoriented, and flips her off as soon as he realises who the culprit is. 

Noah motions to the backseat before she rounds around the van to meet him there. 

“Brought you a burger.” She tosses the thing towards him, and Matt already has it in front of his face when she interjects, “I’m not making out with you if you taste like burger.”

As quickly as he was ready to dig in, the burger was deposited on the driver's seat for later. Noah scoots closer to him. They’ve done this before, so she doesn’t know why he’s so awfully nervous. Instead of letting him suffer for much longer, she pulls him in for a kiss. He eases up a little when she threads her hand into his hair. She’s never known Matt to be this nervous. Every time they’d met like this he’d been so sure of himself, and now he trembles like a leaf beneath her hand. 

Noah presses her hand against his crotch, feeling for his already half hard cock. Matt groans against her lips. 

“Been thinking about this?” She asks. 

He nods, looking a little meek. 

“Yea? Have you been thinking about me on my knees for you? Did that get you hard like this?”

She doesn’t know what has gotten into her tonight. 

The sound Matt makes forces a grin onto her face. She doesn’t feel mean enough to tease him for much longer. And really, she can’t wait to get her mouth on him. She never got to do that when they’d hooked up previously. It’s always been rushed with them, and Noah knows that they won’t have a lot of tonight either. She slides down onto the floor of the van and immediately gets to work on getting his jeans undone. Matt struggles out of them, shoving them down to his ankles, while Noah shrugs off her sweatshirt. 

She likes the size of him, big enough to satiate her, but not so big that she’d struggle with it. He sighs so prettily when she wraps her hand around him. He’s leaking so much by the time, she drags the tip of her tongue across the head. Above her, Matt makes a strangled little noise. In a way, she regrets doing this here, with so little time. The sounds Matt already gives make her want to draw it out, see what else she can draw from him. 

Noah only looks up at him when she takes him into her mouth. 

“Oh — oh fuck.” He groans, letting his head fall back against the headrest, “Noah.”

She loves the way he moans her name. His voice always breaks off towards the end of it, and it makes her feel as if he’s putty in her hands. 

Especially with this. Noah knows that she has a few good tricks up her sleeve, and not just because Nick let her try herself out on him a few times. 

She sinks lower on him, now eager to hear how pretty he’ll sound when he spills across her tongue. Matt’s hands are placed firmly on his thighs and really, she can’t have that. Noah places one of his hands on the back of her head. 

“Come on Matt. You know I’m not made of glass.” She can’t help but roll her eyes at how hesitant he is today. 

Usually he has no issue putting her through the mattress. This is unprecedented. Matt is never this gentle with her. His hand closes a little hesitantly, and Noah takes that as a sign to get back to work. She doubles down on her efforts, taking as much as she can of him into her mouth. 

She can’t quite take all of him, but she gets the reaction she’d hoped for. Matt’s grip on her hair suddenly tightens. She moans around him, letting her eyes fall shut. Matt’s quiet swears above spur her on, and Noah doubles down on her efforts. She pushes through the uncomfortable feeling to swallow down more of him. 

The longer she works him like this, the more she becomes sure that Matt doesn’t know what he’s doing at all. And it tracks with how flustered he was earlier. She hadn’t really considered this to be an option. In her head, Matt had seen and done most things already. Suddenly, she feels a little bit bad for having to rush him like this. 

Noah pulls off him again, but keeps working him with her hand. She makes a little bit of a show of it, moaning when she drags her tongue up the length of his cock. That seems to give him a little more confidence to direct her back down. 

“F-fuck Noah.” He groans, “Can you — can you take all of it again?” 

He lets out another beautifully startled moan when she takes most of him in one go. She places her hand on top of his, that still rests on the back of her head. Noah looks up at him when she shows him that it’s okay for him to hold her down. Matt finally gives a little pressure and Noah can’t hold the moan that bubbles from her. He does it again, and she feels him twitch against her tongue. 

The sounds that come from him now are bordering on desperate, and she’s sure that he must be so very close by now. She moans around his length and in return, Matt whines. Another bop of her head later, his hand tightens painfully, and she feels his cum spill across her tongue. 

Noah works him through it until his expression turns somewhat pained. She pulls off his cock, drawing in a deep breath to settle herself. Matt’s head is tipped back against the headrest, eyes pressed shut so tightly. He runs a hand across his face, letting out a quiet groan. Noah remains on her knees for a moment longer, just quietly watching Matt. When she eventually comes to sit next to him, Matt still doesn’t look at her. 

“Matt?” she asks, bringing her hand to the top of his still bare thigh. 

It’s surprisingly tender in comparison to their previous meetings. But Noah thinks that she needs to give him a little bit of that tenderness right now. 

“Matt, can you look at me?”

When he does, there’s an odd mix of emotions on his face.

“This was your first one, wasn’t it?” She asks, all she gets is a hesitant nod,  “Should have said something. Could have waited for a better moment.” 

“I’m by no mean against this happening again, but I liked it.” 

Noah thinks that he almost looks a little bashful then, and it makes her feel all warm and twisty inside. Her feelings for Matt are, for the most part, friendly, she knows that she’s not immune to a pretty boy getting flustered. 

She swats his shoulder in return, “Don’t get greedy now. We’ll see about that, but you should probably get dressed though. Can’t be long until the rest get back, and I don’t exactly want to explain this.”

Matt gives a curt nod.

Noah watches as he gets dressed. Maybe she should have waited to do this until they were staying in a motel again because now she finds herself aching for what he’d normally give her. 

The rest of their group returns, just as Matt reaches across the driver’s seat for the by now stale burger. Their chatter quickly drowns out the remains of the moment her and Matt had shared just then, and maybe that’s for the best. She doesn’t need to deal with any of this. Before long, Nick has slid into the backseat next to her. He tosses a somewhat messed up chocolate bar into her lap before dropping his head to her shoulder.

They’re barely out of the parking lot when Noah starts to feel herself being overtaken by the exhaustion of the day. She’ll deal with this on a different day when she doesn’t feel so awfully exhausted.

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Fates Edged On A Blade (Noah Sebastian AU) - Masterlist

Pairing: Samurai!Noah Sebastian x Princess!Reader

Rating: 18+, NSFW, MDNI

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Angst, Fluff, Blood, Gore, Violence, Sexual themes, more as it continues (individual warnings for each chapter)

This story contains mature content! Please be aware that this work is entirely fictional and doesn't reflect real people's thoughts, behaviors or personalities! Also it will not be accurate to reality as it contains some fantasy elements and is kind of a lovers to enemies & enemies to lovers story.

Summory:

5 Friends. 5 Fates.

For Noah myths and legends didn't exist, they were just made-up stories, nothing more than lies to justify people's actions - that's the way he grew up.

But one day his entire world gets shattered by something taking place at Y/N's birthday which doesn't only change her life but everyone else's too and he has to realize that the world he had known wasn't as he had been made to believe.

He gets confronted with the decision if he remains loyal to the throne like he was raised to as a samurai and hold onto his beliefs or if he accepts that there is more than he had thought and breaks with everything he had known for the person he harbored such deep feelings for.

Will what has been developing between Y/N and Noah get to blossom or will it all crumble down and fall away underneath their feet in the face of death?

Chapters:

Prologue Part One 🌸 Prologue Part Two 🌸

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CHAPTER 5 - HIDING YOUR DENIAL IN A COSTUME

Word Count: 4,799

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Fem. OC Vania

Content warnings: Swearing, angst, weapons, enemies to lovers, mentions of injury and cleaning of wounds (not graphic), arguing, mentions of death and murder, nudity

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Dividers made by me

VANIA

The drive back to the OMNS headquarters was silent. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Noah hadn’t said anything since his outburst in The Underground, so I was still completely in that dark about why he was angry. The others seemed to be in the same position.

Once we had met back up with everyone, Nick had tried to talk to Noah about what happened, but Noah just shoved past him and into the armoured car.

He had been especially cold to me, which wasn’t exactly a surprise to me, but I figured that since he saved my life, he wouldn’t treat me like shit.

Darkness enclosed the Concrete Jungle in a bubble, separating it from the unknown outside.

All we knew here was the towering skyscrapers and speeding cars.

The neon glows that illuminated the city was the only light at the end of the tunnel that I could see. There was nothing outside of the Concrete Jungle as far as we knew, and to dream of discovering an outside world was just that, a dream.

Davis grew up believing in the possibility that there was a life for people like us outside of this enclosure.

His naivety made him weak, which was something that Noah and I could agree on when it came to Davis.

Tonight, however, the darkness felt empty as it loomed over the Concrete Jungle, like something within it was watching us.

Maybe it was my capture that made me so on edge, but even so it felt like something was happening within that darkness. Something big. Something bad.

“You could’ve gotten us all killed, Vania.” Noah snarled from opposite me.

“Don’t start, Noah.” Nick intervened from beside me.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” Noah snapped at his best friend.

I stayed silent, already shaken up from my near death experience and determined to keep some semblance of peace before we made it back to the OMNS headquarters.

“She endangered us all tonight. And I want her to apologise.” Noah smirked, convinced that I wouldn’t give into him. He was right, of course, I wasn’t going to let him demand anything from me.

“Why the fuck would I apologise to you, pig?” I spat, letting Jolly’s jacket slip off of my shoulder, revealing the black lingerie that I wore underneath.

“Because I almost fucking dies because of you!” He shouted, leaning forward. Our noses were almost touching in the back of the armoured truck.

“I never asked you to come and rescue me, asshole.” I snarled.

He didn’t appear have a witty retort, and if he did he was definitely saving it for later, so he instead leant back in his seat and glared at me as we pulled into the garage at OMNS Headquarters.

I pondered over what JT had said.

Did Noah and the rest of OMNS really orchestrate the deaths of my last crew? My family?

I mean Noah was the most likely to do it out of the crew, but it still seemed far-fetched. Irritatingly, JT had no reason to lie to me. He got the information about V.A.N. that he wanted out of me, and he always held up his end of the bargain.

We all exited the armoured truck in a tense silence as we filed back into the house.

Folio, Bryan and Jolly instantly retreated to their rooms, eager to avoid the inevitable debrief that would most likely result in a screaming match between myself and Noah.

Which it did.

“What do you mean you don’t know why JT took you?” Noah snarled as he leant forward, his palms resting on the table in the centre of the room.

“I mean that I don’t know.” I said with a sarcastic laugh. “God are you stupid or something?”

“No, you’re the stupid one if you don’t know why JT took you.” He laughed, his hands forming fists and his knuckles whitening.

“Look, even if I did know, which I don’t, why should I tell you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and tilting my head at him.

“Because I’m the dumbass who stuck my neck out to save yours.” He shouted.

“Once again, asshole, I didn’t ask you to do that.” I yelled back.

“Enough!” Matt shouted, silencing our arguing. “We get it, you both hate eachother, but we have work to do. Let’s focus on the plan and worry about this whole JT situation another time.”

“Agreed.” Nicholas added, nodding his head and avoiding Noah and I’s eyes as he started at the map that now hovered over the table.

“Iiris and Jaxon Martinez are both dead, and the only people who know are standing in this room or are dead, so our plan can still go ahead.” Matt explained. “Noah and Vania can still pose as them like we had originally planned.”

“So Vania and I go into Electric Twilight with this invite chip and, what, get this other chip for Karius?” Noah asked.

“And that second team goes through the back and meets us halfway?” I added, making Noah roll his eyes.

“Exactly right.” Matt nodded.

“But we didn’t manage to get the chip invite because of the JT situation.” I added, making Noah scoff which earned a stern look from Matt.

“Luckily, Jolly ran back up afterwards and grabbed it before covering up the scene as best he could.” Nicholas explained, reaching into the pockets of his long, black trench coat and pulling out the chip and placing it on the table.

It was nothing remarkable, just a small black chip with the ERRA logo illuminated in a glowing blue hue.

“I will definitely be able to make a fake copy of this so that you can both get into the Electric Twilight party with no problems.” Nicholas explained, picking the chip back up and walking over to his bedroom, where he opened the door and disappeared inside.

My instincts told me that we wouldn’t be hearing from him again for a little while.

Matt was the next to leave, saying that he wanted to get some rest before we headed to Bad Decisions later in the evening.

That left only Noah and I alone in the room.

Tension filled the air once again, unsurprisingly.

“I don’t believe you, you know.” Noah said with a cocky tone.

“What do you mean?” I asked with a frustrated sigh.

“I think you know exactly why JT took you, and I think it’s something to do with this V.A.N. thing. Whatever that means.” Noah said with a whisper, leaning close to my face with a smirk decorating his own.

Everything stopped.

How did Noah know about that?

Did JT tell him?

Fuck.

I was so fucked.

“But you obviously don’t know, that’s why your heart is racing and your eyes just practically doubled in size, right?” Noah added, his head tilting to one side before he scoffed and pushed past me, heading to his own bedroom, leaving me stranded in the room.

Shit.

My heart was still racing long after Noah had vanished.

How the fuck did he know about V.A.N.

The house descended into an uncomfortable silence. The kind where you’re too aware of everything. The way your heart beats. The way your breath sounds. The hushed creaking of the old building.

All of it.

Looking around, I realised something.

If I wanted to find out about what happened to my old crew, now would be the perfect time to do it.

In front of me was OMNS entire database. It didn’t seem that hard to navigate, with relatively basic hardware for lowlife runners like us, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

If they were smart, they would have deleted that mission off of every single piece of tech they owned, if it was indeed a mission that they had been sent on.

The details were as murky as the morals which Noah followed.

From what JT had told me, Noah had ordered Davis’s sandevistan to be hacked, making him go cyberpsycho and kill the rest of our crew, besides me.

But that was it.

I needed to know if it was a mission that they had been sent on, or if Noah was just feeling pretty sadistic that day. If it was a mission, then OMNS themselves weren’t to blame, but if the opposite was true, then I needed to start plotting my revenge against the assholes that killed my family.

The table in the centre of the room illuminated with a soft glow as soon as I placed the palms of my hands on its surface.

Finding the information would be the tricky part, but once I found it, I should be able to just download it into my own database before erasing any evidence of my presence here.

I flicked through files upon files of detailed mission reports and invoices from all of their business ventures outside of their runner lives.

Very little of the information I found pointed me in the right direction.

Until I found one lone file.

“Davis”.

That was it.

I opened the file to be greeted with the autopsy report done on the remains that they recovered from his body after he lost it.

It began with a list of his upgrades, with the sandevistan written in bright red font with a note beside it detailing the fact that it was a “corrupted part” and was not safe to be used.

As I read further down the file, I realised that it detailed any routines that Davis had. His running routes. His preferred time to run. His life before becoming a runner, which I skimmed, not wanting to break the agreement we had made all those years ago.

SEVEN YEARS AGO

“How about you?” I asked.

“What about me?” Davis replied with a laugh, leaning back on my hands.

“What brings you to the underground?” I went on.

“How about we don’t talk about that?” He laughed. “Let’s just leave that shit behind us. The Underground is for people who want to disappear. We want to disappear. So let’s just disappear.”

“That’s too poetic for you dumbass.” I laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“That’s rude, V, come on let me be poetic.” Davis laughed in response.

Davis and I sat on the top of a building that was built into the walls of the large cave. Our legs dangled over the edge, hundreds of feet above the other lowlifes below us. It was the closest to flying we would ever come. The closest to the tops of those stupid skyscrapers in Coyote Park.

We had both accepted that we would never achieve more than the hand we had been dealt. We would never not depend on being a runner to make ends meet. Never meet that special someone. Never get married, never have children. Never settle down.

The concept of that life had never upset me. I had Davis and Davis had me.

We were a team. Forever.

“Come on, V. Let’s go find some food before we have to meet Karius at Poppy’s.” Davis said as he stood up from where he was sat and walked back over to the small ladder that hung off of the side of the building and led down to an alleyway.

I followed him down the old ladder and along the bustling avenues between stalls until we reached the stairway to the exit.

“Remember what I said, V, you aren’t the same person anymore.” Davis said, gently squeezing my shoulder.

PRESENT

Davis had always just been Davis. He had no before. Only a present.

The past didn’t matter in the Concrete Jungle, since it kept you away from the present. It kept you away from reality.

Towards the end of the file, a detailed account of what happened had been added.

Everything from the journey to the location to the journey back. It was all there written in the file.

From what it said, Davis had gone cyberpsycho and killed the rest of his crew, our crew, bar one person. Me.

The account detailed how Davis had been killed by…..

I couldn’t finish reading it. My stomach churned at the thought of reliving it.

Despite this, I pushed through just enough to discover that there was no mention of Noah orchestrating the attack, but there wouldn’t be. Noah was smart, he would make sure that his tracks had been covered no matter what the cost.

I pulled my database chip from the back of my neck and plugged it into the port on the side of the table, before downloading the file.

A rustling from behind me startled me. My heart stopped. It was coming from Nicholas’s room.

Luckily for me, he didn’t come out of it, so I could keep my download running.

I watched  the pale purple line travel further and further across the chip until I had transferred every last scrap of detail within the file.

I would have to find another opportunity to scour the file for any useful information since doing so in this room, out in the open, would most definitely get me caught and I didn’t want the others to know that I was well aware of their involvement in my former crew’s deaths.

Based on a process of elimination, I knew that Nicholas was most likely the one who hacked Davis’s sandevistan since he was the resident net runner for OMNS.

Something about that idea didn’t sit right with me. I wondered why that might be as I pulled the chip out of the table and inserted it back into its place in the back of my neck. Nicholas didn’t seem like the type to hack someone else’s upgrade and use it to take the lives of others. Especially since he didn’t personally know any of us before the attack. But then again, I didn’t know any of OMNS.

Paranoia began to seep into my veins as I pondered this thought. I didn’t know anyone in OMNS. Not really anyway. If this was their plan to take me out since I didn’t die along with my crew, this would be their perfect scenario. They could easily lure me into a false sense of security before killing me.

They would use me to get their credits then kill me like they did the others.

Essentially, I was completely fucked.

A door creaked open in the hallway. I whipped around only to be greeted by a slightly taken aback Folio.

“You good Doc?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yeah I’m good Folio.” I replied with a laugh of my own, trying to play off my startled reaction.

“Okay, whatever you say.” He laughed again.

“You coming to Bad Decisions later?” I asked, desperate to change the subject.

“I mean, only if Doc approves.” Folio said with a smile as he walked towards me.

“Let me check your wound.” I replied, gesturing for him to lift his shirt up so I could have a look.

Instead of just lifting the shirt up, Folio took it off. I mean I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Before me, his toned abs reflected the cool LED lighting that illuminated the room. A tattoo of an eagle carrying a fish decorated his chest, concealing the lung upgrades that I knew he had. You could only barely make out the lines where the implants met his flesh. The area around the gunshot wound that was now healed relatively well due to the medication I had given him and his own upgrades speeding the process along.

I brushed my fingers against the area of skin around it, assessing for any irritation, but also partially to fill my own curiosity at what his skin would feel like against my own.

His wound appeared healed enough for the mission, but only on the condition that he avoided any and all close combat in order to put as little strain on the injury as possible.

“How’s it looking Doc?” Folio asked.

“It looks like you’re going to be fine for the mission, but no close range shit.” I told him, standing back up straight.

He didn’t put his shirt back on and instead walked back down the hallway, towards the stairs that led to the kitchen area, past an angry looking Noah.

I glared at him as he exited his room, also shirtless, before he followed Folio down to the kitchen.

“We’re leaving in an hour, Princess. Be ready.” Noah snarled over his bare shoulder as he walked, making me roll my eyes.

I didn’t really have a place to retreat to in order to get ready, which would prove difficult since I couldn’t go back to my own place as Noah wouldn’t let me.

Luckily, I grabbed a few nicer items of clothing when I went back the day that Noah trailed me there.

I reached up and pulled my hair out of my pigtails and let the long pink locks cascade down my back. It brushed my lower back as I shook it out with my hands, making sure to get as many knots out as possible.

Next, I pulled off Jolly’s jacket, leaving me in only the lingerie that Lilith and Raven had given me. Admittedly, I looked good in the set. Which only worked in my favour as I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. I turned to see Noah standing at the top of the stairs, staring at me.

Against my greater judgement, I brought my hands up to the small straps that sat on my shoulders and lowered them. I refused to break eye-contact with Noah as I reached behind me and unclipped the clasp at the back of the bra, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thump. Noah’s eyes darted down to my bare breasts before returning to meet mine. I turned around and bent down to grab my dress from the drawer in which my belongings had been stashed, making sure to stick my ass out as I did so. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, Noah still stood there, staring at me with a glare of simmering rage.

I bent over once again, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as I stepped into my dress and pulled it up my legs, fastening it at my shoulders and throwing my hair back over my shoulder. I slid my feet into my shoes and stood back up.

“What are you staring at, asshole.” I smiled smugly at Noah, who maintained his glare.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Princess.” He snarled.

“Well, the boner you’re sporting says different.” I laughed, gesturing at the tent in his trousers.

“Fuck off, V. We leave in five.” Noah baked before heading back into his own room.

I had won.

Grinning to myself, I took my makeup chip from the small container in the drawer and inserted it into the remaining chip port in my neck, selecting what I wanted my makeup to look like that evening.

The purple eyeshadow complimented my pink hair nicely as I allowed it to mostly be loose, besides two small braids at the front that framed my face.

I looked good.

Shortly, Noah’s door re-opened to reveal him standing there in a tight, black turtleneck and black dress pants. He looked undeniably sexy, but I would never tell him that of course. His hair was effortlessly styled, with one singular strand hanging over his forehead. His eyes still held that firey rage as he looked me up and down, clearly remembering our previous interaction. His fists clenched by his sides as he scoffed and walked down the hallway towards the stairs.

I steeled myself before following after him, meeting Jolly and Nicholas in the hallway. They both wore similar outfits, black button ups with black dress pants. Luckily, they were in a better mood than their 6’3 counterpart downstairs, so I was somewhat put at ease.

I needed to keep the possibility that they were responsible for the worst day of my life in the back of my mind, despite how at ease I felt with them. They could still be monsters.

My heart broke slightly at the thought.

Folio, who had garnered a special place in my heart, would have been involved. Matt and Bryan too. Nicholas and Jolly. Noah.

For some indescribable reason, Noah’s possible involvement hurt me the most. He, at least, was realistic when he spoke to me. He didn’t get close. He kept his nose out of my business. Like Davis did.

No.

Don’t think about Davis.

Don’t connect them. Keep them separate.

Noah was nothing like Davis. He never would be.

The kitchen was dark, with only the LEDs that hung over the island illuminating the space. Noah leant against the counter, his arms folded over his chest, emphasising the muscles in his chest and biceps. The lighting reflected off of the side of his face, leaving the rest in darkness. He looked almost angelic as he stood there, watching us enter.

“Ready to go?” He said, nodding towards the door which Matt, Bryan and Folio stood next to, waiting for their cue to leave.

We all nodded and filed into the garage.

We couldn’t take the armoured truck since we were heading to Noah’s club, so we had to take our own vehicles. Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t exactly ride my bike in this dress, so I had no choice but to catch a ride off somebody else.

Jolly and Folio took off first, so I couldn’t go with either of them. Matt, Bryan and Nicholas had no space left in their cars so there was only one option left. Noah.

“Hurry up, Princess. We don’t have all night.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes.

I rolled my eyes right back at him and pulled the passenger door open, sliding into the car with a sigh.

“Don’t fucking touch anything.” Noah snarled as he started the engine.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” I mumbled.

“Speak up, Princess.” He snarled, still not looking at me.

“I said I wasn’t planning on touching anything in your stupid fucking car asshole!” I yelled.

“Good!” Noah shouted back, before sitting back in his seat with a sigh and pulling out of the garage.

The drive was silent but thick with tension. The air felt electric. I could feel every hair on my body stand up as I gazed out the window and looked out at the Concrete Jungle.

I often found myself like this. Just gazing at it. The city was both beautiful and horrifically ugly, with tall buildings jutting up all over the place, all different colours. ERRA’s tall, tomato red building stood taller than the rest in the centre of the Concrete Jungle. That was our end goal. If we made it to the top of that building, we would have everything that we could ever dream of in the palms of our hands. All the credits we would ever want or need. We would be set for life.

If only Davis and the others were here with me. We could escape the hellscape that is the Concrete Jungle and live out our lives outside the walls. Just like we planned. We could run away, and keep running until we couldn’t run anymore. We could live for as long as we wanted without the fear of when our next job would come in.

“You okay?” Noah’s sharp voice cut through the silence. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Why do you care?” I sighed.

“Forget I said anything, god.” He sighed with a frustrated tone, going back to concentrating on driving.

Bad Decisions was a lot more high end than Poppy’s was. This wasn’t the kind of establishment that you would find lowlife runners like myself. Nerves filled my body as the realisation hit me. these were all high end crews with huge amounts of money and power. I was like a bug to them.

The dark building oozed power. The door was made of dark glass that you couldn’t quite see through, but the vibrant LED lights were clearly visible from where we sat in Noah’s car.

The tarmac beneath us vibrated with the bass of the music coming from inside as we exited the vehicle. Matt, Bryan, Jolly, Folio and Nicholas had already arrived and were waiting for Noah and I to show up.

“We going in or what?” Folio asked with a laugh. “Hey, Doc.” He winked

Noah tensed beside me as Folio eyed me up and down. He was cute. I didn’t mind.

“Let’s go.” Noah said, storming to the front of the group and pushing the glass double doors open.

Music flooded my senses. The drums and bass were especially loud as we walked towards the bar.

Noah always had a booth reserved for him and his friends in the back corner where it was quieter, so half of the group made their way to the booth whilst Noah, Jolly and myself made our way to the bar to get the drinks.

It was relatively crowded, but nowhere near as busy as Poppy’s would get.

Behind the bar stood a woman with long purple hair and bangs. She was beautiful. Her eyes were a piercing icy blue colour, clearly top of the line optic upgrades. Damn, Noah must pay his staff well.

“The usual please Andromeda.” Noah said to the woman with a handsome smile.

“Right away sir.” She nodded and turned away and began making the drinks.

“I’ll take another of what I usually get too Andromeda.” Noah added.

“Of course sir.” She smiled.

Before I could register what was happening, the drinks were all sat on the bar in front of me. I had never seen anyone with additional arm upgrades in real life before, as I had only heard rumours about the procedure, but when I looked up, I saw that Andromeda had an extra set of arms beneath her natural ones.

Damn Noah really did manage to get excellent staff for his club.

As we walked back to the booth in the back corner, I became aware of a presence watching us. I didn’t want to draw attention to it, so I refrained from glancing over my shoulder. Luckily, Folio noticed too, sending a nod to Noah who placed his large hand on the small of my back and ushered me to the booth quicker.

“They’re here.” Noah said in a hushed whisper as we sat down.

“Who?” I asked, whispering in tow.

“Who the fuck do you think, Princess?” Noah snarled. “ERRA. They must’ve sent an informant.”

“I don’t think that’s ERRA.” Jolly piped up.

“Then who else could it be?” Bryan muttered.

“I’m not sure.” Folio said. “He doesn’t have anything tying him to ERRA on him. He doesn’t have the branding on his wrist, or any weapons.”

“Then who the fuck is he?” Noah pushed, getting angrier.

“Think about it, Noah, if he was ERRA, then how would he have gotten into your club?” Nicholas suggested with a shrug.

“Exactly, he’s clearly not a threat then.” Matt said.

Noah still seemed agitated about the concept of being watched by this unknown man.

“What does he look like?” I asked, directing my question at Folio.

Noah shot me a confused glance.

“Tall, well-built. He’s got dark hair, some sort of sunglasses over his eyes so I can’t quite make up his eyes. Dude he must have some sort of jammer upgrade because my optics keep ging blurry.” Folio finished by rubbing his eyes and blinking rapidly trying to regain his vision.

“Do you think you know him?” Nicholas asked.

“I’m not sure, but I guess it’s better safe than sorry.” I replied, taking a sip of my drink that Noah chose for me before wincing. Noah had awful taste.

Deep down I had an awful feeling that I might know who it was that sat in the corner watching us.

Someone who had the tech to install illegal jammer upgrades, and based on how they messed with Folio’s optics, I was guessing that there was a chance that they could be military grade.

Someone who had more interest in watching than getting into the grit of anything.

Someone who didn’t like getting his hands dirty.

My best guess was that someone had heard about our job and was watching us until the very last moment, when he could swipe in at the last moment and kill us, before taking our credits from us.

But that would be impossible unless Karius had spilled, and he never did anything like that.

So who could this person be?

Then it hit me.

If JT knew about the V.A.N. project, then who else knew?

Anything > Human Masterlist Main Masterlist

[mysticdoodlez]

interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Watcher Noah Sebastian x oc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/n: so up to around chapter six, I was up in the air over whether Taylor would a) start a relationship, and b) go with Nick or Noah. The interlude was bare bones until Taylor made up their mind, but I always had in my drafts a version where they went with Noah. Some talks on the discord happened and I just went "fuck it we ball" and I expanded the draft to a full-blown one-shot. Also: I KNOW ANTLERS AREN'T SENSITIVE LIKE THAT, BUT HE'S A DEER GOD. THE RULES DON'T APPLY TO HIM.

In other news, I tried to write without limitations like last time, cuz non-binary folk who are okay with their body parts and being called "good AGAB" exist out there too, people! So, if mentions of female body parts or female terminology shuts you down, then this won't be for you.

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here.

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up.

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him.

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was.

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked.

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me.

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine.

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked.

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back.

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting.

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head.

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were.

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark.

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized, despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me. I didn't know how dizzier I could get.

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted.

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time.

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good. Off,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans.

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been wet this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into my pussy and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my slit. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good.

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips and then I heard,

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat.

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me.

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips.

“Noah, please I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Pray for me.”

“Please, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes, it was him shoving his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was.

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed two fingers up and down my still-slick folds. He slowly pushed them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up.

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed.

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he too was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna… I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue, or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily.

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise, as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

[spicywhenspeaking]

i was inspired by @madomens making fire mood boards

and also heavily inspired by @cookiesupplier ‘s fic “Hell Ain’t So Bad”

[aplaceinthedark]

MBaS (my beloved) 2: forest fucking boogaloo moodboard pretty please 🤍

For my beloved:

[veephoenix]

Just a quick question. I know you have a ton of stories you’re working on and I’m not trying to rush anything, but I am curious when there might another part of unmaking a warrior? Again, no pressure at all. I just love that story!! 🩷🩷

Hi, sweets! Sorry for taking a while to reply. I wanted to get a snippet ready to share with you after answering your question.

I am currently working on Part VII of The Unmaking of a Warrior and my aim is to get it posted before the end of the month! :D So, not long now! *fingers crossed*

Here's a little snippet for this upcoming part:

The heat pressing against my back lacked the comforting warmth I felt when Noah was near. My heart raced, and I found myself frozen for a few seconds, staring straight ahead, eyes wide open, my hand still gripping the figurine I had been contemplating buying at that curious stall in the heart of the town market. 

   Around me, people bustled about, occupied with their tasks, chatting with their neighbors and friends as they held shopping bags and carried boxes of produce. Noah wasn’t anywhere nearby, at least that I could see from my spot; he had left me alone to explore while sparing me from dealing with men wanting to learn more about him and our background. 

   Suddenly, even amidst the crowd, fear enveloped me. 

   I had no weapons with me, and Noah didn’t know I was in danger. There was no possible way I could tell him that he was, too. 

   I was on the verge of screaming when the voice behind me said, “Dare to utter a sound, and I assure you the blade of the knife I’m holding against your side will pierce your skin, deep enough to stain the pretty dress you’re wearing. No one will be able to do anything to stop it, not even Noah. So listen to me: turn around and walk to the alley on the right, and keep going until the end. Don’t stop, and don’t even think about running or screaming for your hapless Ronin to come to your rescue. Understood?”

I didn't reply, my blood turning cold as my thoughts raced. If I could just be quick enough to grab something sharp from the stall and turn around to attack him first…

   The tip of his blade pressed against my side, and a twinge of pain shot through me. I knew the dress was torn, just as I knew there was nothing I could do. 

   He said my name, a dangerous warning dripping from his tone. His wasn’t a familiar voice, but I knew it well enough to know who it belonged to.��

“Understood?"

[darksigns-exe]

Little Remedy - Girl!Noah x Layla (OFC)

Pairing: Girl!Noah x OFC Warning: Swearing, Oral Sex (f receiving), Fingering (f recieving) Word Count: 4.4k Note: This is a gender bent AU. Read at your own discretion. Thank you @deathblacksmoke for the thought and listening to my rambles about two pretty girlfriends <3

She’s got the prettiest girl, Layla thinks. The sheer blouse shows off the intricate lines of ink that cover most of her body. The high-waisted trousers accentuate her beautiful long form even more. For once, Noah listened to her when she made a suggestion for her to wear. And she looks gorgeous — she always does, but something about this get up makes Layla feel especially warm inside. Maybe it’s because she knows what’s hiding under the thin fabric, maybe it’s because they’d basically been on top of each other all day before they got ready. 

It’s a good occasion, though. An end of year party hosted by the band's label to celebrate the achievements of the last year. And of course, her girl brought home the biggest share of sales this year. As if she’d expected less from her. She knows what her baby is capable of. 

And as much as she wanted to keep her to herself today, seeing her all dressed up like this is worth it. The combination of the sheer blouse and the tailored pants makes Noah look even taller than she normally does. 

Layla herself feels a little as if she’s been put on a serving platter for all the straight men in the room to devour. She understands that this night is mostly for Noah and the boys to network, but she wants nothing more than to drag her back home and into their bed. 

She watches Noah from across the room, where she’s tied up in a conversation with both Nicks, something about the band she assumes - it usually is. 

Those long, slender fingers curl around a glass of something. Even from this distance, she can make out the counterpart of the bracelet she wears. Hers has a little N dangling from it, while Noah’s has an L. Layla had bought them for their first anniversary and Noah had been wearing hers since that day almost a year ago. 

The last of them, Jolly, comes up behind Layla. She’s grown comfortable around them in the two years since she’s met Noah, and she doesn’t mind when he throws an arm around her shoulder. 

“I still can’t believe that you managed to tie her down.” He shakes his head. 

There’s a snarky comment about her skill to be made that Layla elegantly bites down on. 

“I’m just that lovable.” She says instead, and Jolly gives her a wholehearted laugh in return. 

He pulls her in a little closer, “That you are. You’re good for her.” 

She wants to protest, but Noah has been very honest with her. She knows how much she had struggled when they met, how difficult things had been, and Noah is adamant that it took them meeting for her to find the strength to make it out of that. 

“Take the compliment for once. She was a mess before you met.” 

Jolly lets go of her just as Noah finds her eyes. She smiles, and it makes Layla feel a little funny inside. She’s absolutely devastating when she wants to be, and sometimes Layla isn’t sure that her love is aware of it. She thinks it’s especially bad when her hair is pulled back like this, and just a few strands fall into her face. The fact that she’s one wrong move away from putting her pretty tits on display for everyone doesn’t exactly help. 

But while her girl likes to tease and taunt, Layla knows that she’s the only one that gets to see her all bare. 

She’s playing coy tonight, Layla thinks. They’re still surrounded by way too many people, so in a way she gets it. But she’s been hit on by one too many band dudes for her taste, and Layla decides that now is the right moment to end the evening. 

They’ve been here for far too long anyway. 

She pushes her way through the crowd until she gets to wriggle between Ruffilo and Noah. 

“I’m gonna have to steal this one.” She says, sneaking an arm around Noah’s middle, “You’ve had enough of her for the night.”

Layla feels her squirm just a little bit when her finger pulse against the flimsy fabric. 

“And we still have unfinished business from earlier.” She adds just to torture Noah a little more. 

Opposite her, Folio turns beet red and quickly excuses himself under the guise of wanting to get another drink. Layla thinks it’s adorable. He’s so easy to fluster. 

Nick stays for a moment longer, and Layla uses the opportunity to let that promise of more dangle in front of Noah for just a moment longer. The topic is so horribly mundane that she can practically feel her growing more and more restless by the minute. 

She feels Noah’s hand wrap around her own, one that is still resting against her waist. Layla laces their fingers together. 

“I won’t keep you. It was good to see you, Layla.” 

He sends them off with a hug and a kiss to Layla’s cheek. They’re silent for a moment, as they watch Nick disappear into the crowd. 

“I hate the dress.” Noah says quietly as she empties the remainder of her drink. 

“You didn’t seem to hate it when I put it on.”

Noah detaches her hand from Layla’s and brings it to her waist instead. Layla shifts so that she’s standing right in front of her. 

She tries the glass again, only to find it properly empty this time, “I only hate it because you look too good in it. I couldn’t stop looking at you, and it seems like I wasn’t the only one.”

“Are you jealous?” She traces the backs of her fingers against her cheek. 

“Am not.”

“I know you, baby.” She places her hand against Noah’s cheek and carefully steers her down towards her lips, “Let’s get out of here. I still have plans for you.”

By the time they’re back home, Noah’s practically attached to her. She tastes like the drink she’d had earlier, something sweet and warm, but Layla doesn’t mind, not when her hands are so desperate to find something. 

She manages to detach herself from her long enough to lead her back to the bedroom. 

Noah’s just a few paces behind her, fingers still interlaced with hers. Those elegant fingers that feel absolutely divine when she works them into her. 

Tonight is about Noah, though. She’ll treat her pretty girl just right. She’s earned the treat. 

Noah closes the door behind them, and suddenly they’re tinged in that warm orange light of the way too expensive bedside lamps Layla had insisted upon. 

“Come here.” She says softly, and she can almost see the shiver running down Noah’s back. 

She follows, hands immediately finding Layla’s waist. 

“You’re touchy today.” She notes, “Pretty thing.”

Noah bends to kiss her again, “How could I not be when you look like this?” Her lips trace across the joint of her jaw and neck, lower and lower still, “Everyone was looking at you.”

“You think?”

“I know.” Another kiss to the top of her bare shoulder.

“Gotta show you that I’m all yours then, don’t I?”

Layla tugs her blouse free from the waistband of her trousers, before she slowly works her way down the row of buttons. With every button she undoes, she presses a kiss of her skin. One by one until she had to bend to kiss her tummy. 

“I could have sworn that you skipped the bra today.” She says, pushing the soft fabric from her shoulders. 

Her fingers trace across the thin straps. It’s nothing fancy, but it suits her, and it does exactly what she needs it to. 

“And give everyone a show?” Noah scoffs in reply. 

Layla presses a soft kiss to the centre of her sternum, “You’re right. They’re just for me to see, aren’t they?”

She lets out a soft little sound at that. It’s not quite a gasp yet, but Layla knows that she’ll have her there before the night is over. 

She moves to undo the button of Noah’s trousers and lets her shimmy out of the garment. 

“Help me with the zip?” She asks, turning so that Noah can access it. 

A warm hand comes to rest against her shoulder. The dress slowly loosens around her body as Noah tugs the zip down. She eases the fabric down her body, holds out her hand to steady Layla as she steps out of it. 

Behind her, Noah draws in a sharp breath. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Layla asks innocently. 

“Forgot that you didn’t have anything on under that dress.”

Layla feels her hands drifting down her back and across her waist, until her arms wrap around her middle. Noah pulls her close against her body. Her chin comes to rest on top of her shoulder, “I know you said you have plans…”

“God you’re spoiled.” Layla sighs, “What did you do before we met?” 

“I don’t know.” she kisses her neck, “But I have you to take care of me now don’t I?” 

Layla shakes her head, “You’re a real menace sometimes.” 

“But you love me.” another kiss. 

She hums a yes. 

“If you’re good, and you lie down for me, I’ll show you just how much.” 

Noah detaches herself from her as soon as the words leave her mouth. She sits at the edge of their bed. Layla kneels behind her. She carefully pulls the tie that holds up Noah’s hair and carefully brushes it over her shoulder. With a hand on her cheek, she moves her so that she can kiss her again. Her lips feel soft against Layla’s, she’s soft so everywhere. She can’t wait to get her mouth on her. 

She pushes at the soft bra still covering Noah’s chest. They manage to get it off somehow, despite their unwillingness to separate. 

Layla has her on her back before long. The cologne Noah wears fills her senses, it's mixed with her own perfume. She kisses along the length of her neck, the soft curve of her shoulder. 

She knows where Noah wants her, knows where she has to bring her lips to make her sing. For now, she skirts around those delicate spots. 

It’s her favourite game. 

She keeps her kisses light and barely there, fully knowing that it’ll drive her mad. And when she draws the tip of her tongue across a pebbled nipple, she sighs so prettily that it makes Layla feel so very warm inside. 

“Don’t tease.” Noah whispers. 

The protest is half-hearted. They both know that she enjoys this just as much as Layla does. 

She brings her hand up to cover the breast she isn’t lavishing with attention already. They’re so very sensitive, and she’s sure that she could bring her over the edge just like this. But she knows what her pretty girl is so desperate for. 

Her lips trail across the expanse of her belly; lets her fingers trace along the sides of her body. She whispers praise against her skin. Gentle prayers to some foreign god to let her baby know how deeply rooted her love truly is. When she looks up, she finds Noah’s eyes blown wide, but focused solely on her. 

Layla presses a kiss to her hip, before she lifts herself up a little. 

“Have I told you how proud I am of you?” She asks and almost feels herself choke on the fondness in her chest. 

Her fingers soothe over the place she just kissed. Noah finds her free hand and tangles their fingers together. She pulls their joined hands up towards her lips.

“On occasion.” Noah kisses the backs of her fingers. 

“Can’t hurt if I show you too, hm?” 

“Would you?” Layla can feel her breath brushing against her fingers, “Please?”

Layla keeps their hands linked as she lowers herself back to her previous spot. She kisses along the waistband of her panties. The fabric is soft, just like Noah’s skin. She eases the garment down and Noah lifts her hips instinctively, allowing her to slide them down her legs. They disappear somewhere between the tousled up sheets, forgotten until they will shake up the sheets in the morning. Layla brings her lips to the soft skin just above her mound. She skirts around her centre and instead trails her kisses along the top of her thigh. Noah squirms a little when her lips brush against a little tender spot just by the inside of her thigh. Faint remnants of previous nights still litter the skin there. Mostly faded bruises left behind by her lips and fingers. 

One of Noah’s hands finds its way into her hair, not to tug, but to keep some of the curls away from her face. It’s selfish, though, because all Noah wants is to see her face. 

Layla scrapes her teeth against the inside of her thighs, drawing a pretty little whine from Noah. She’s so close to where Noah wants her, and really she has to force herself to stay away from her. 

“Baby.” She whines, tugging at her hair just a little. 

“You’ll get what you want.” A kiss to the inside of her thigh just below where she wants her, “Let me play with you a little first.” 

She pulls her hand away from Noah’s, only to be rewarded with another little whine. She brings her hand to her other thigh and gently pushes until Noah understands, and she can arrange her the way she wants. She’s beautiful like this, hair spread out around her head like some angelic vision of a woman. 

Mary Magdalene has nothing on her. 

Sometimes Layla wishes that others could see how beautiful she is when her head is stretched back like this, how absolutely addicting the sight of those long, elegant fingers wrung into their sheets is. They don’t get to see her like this, they don’t get to hear how softly she sighs when Layla draws a single finger through her folds. 

“You’re so wet already.” she says more to herself than to Noah. 

She knows that it’s not enough for her, but Layla is intent on drawing her pleasure out tonight. She draws her finger back down to dip into her for just a second. She takes her time, easing the tip of her finger into her. She whines with every slow drag, impatience lacing every breath she draws into her lungs. Noah’s hips shift, trying to find more friction. Layla stills her movements entirely at that. 

“Be good, my love.” She brings a kiss to her hip, “I told you that you’ll get what you want.”

Once she’s still again, Layla resumes her tortuously slow pace. She’s so pliable when they play like this. Her body slowly grows more relaxed, and Layla takes it as a sign to work a second finger into her. 

“Feel so good around my fingers.” She muses, “So soft, too.”

Another whine falls from Noah, and she clenches around Layla's fingers. She curls her fingers into her, keeps the pads of her fingers against that spot that makes her cry out in pleasure. 

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum on my fingers first.” 

She presses her thumb against her clit. Her pace is still so tortuously slow, but she can tell that Noah is getting closer. Her free hand rests against Noah’s waist, gently caressing the soft skin she finds there. 

Noah’s hand finds her thigh and grips into her until her nails dig into her skin.  

“Layla.” 

“I’m here baby. Let go for me. Let me see you.” 

“Please.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Noah nods almost frantically at her words, “I know, darling. I know. Do you need a bit more?”

Another nod. 

She presses her fingers up against that soft little spot. At the same time, she speeds up the circles her thumb draws against her clit. It doesn’t take much of this to make her come undone. Layla watches as her body grows taut, as it wreaks through her. The barely there noises that fall from her lips are all too enticing. She feels her pulse around her fingers, feels her twitching beneath her thumb, belly rising with every slow breath under her palm. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She leans down to kiss the top of her cheek, “So gorgeous when you cum for me.”

She works Noah through it until her hand wraps around Layla's wrist. She stops her movements, but holds her hand in place for a moment before she carefully removes her fingers from her. 

For a while, all that fills the air around them are Noah’s laboured breaths. Layla watches her, eyes sweeping across that lithe body. The pretty images that line her skin entrance her. Her skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat that makes her look even more otherworldly. She’s divine — Layla thinks. There’s no way that someone this beautiful is bound to the profane limitations of this world. 

Layla gives her some more time to recuperate before she leans down to kiss her again.  

“How are you feeling?” She asks softly, breath brushing against Noah’s lips.

She feels her hands wrapping around her middle, pulling her closer towards her, “You always make me feel so good.” Noah leans up to press her lips to Layla’s. 

“Up for a bit more?”

“I would hope that that wasn’t the end of it.”

Layla feels her smile against her lips. It’s dizzying, even when she can’t see her smile. 

“Cocky.” Layla returns the smile, “Let’s see how much you can take.” She lets her hands drift across the sides of Noah’s body, “Scoot up a little?”

Noah does as she’s told and moves herself up so that she’s properly resting against the pillow. Layla, still between her parted thighs, scoots a little further down until she can rest on her belly. 

She trails a few kisses up the insides of Noah’s thighs. Delicate little things that make her girl tremble just so. She’s so close to her now that she can already smell the remnants of her honey sweet release. 

She’s still so wet. And she squirms so deliciously when Layla draws a finger through the mess between her thighs. 

She gives a first tentative lick to her folds, gently draws the tip of her tongue across the soft flesh. 

“Oh baby.” She sighs against her. 

It’s reverent - filled with worship and admiration for the woman below her. The first taste always makes her head swim a little. She swipes her tongue through Noah's folds. The taste of her floods Layla’s senses. It’s addicting – sweet like lambrusco and just as intoxicating. She wraps her lips around her clit, sucks just enough to draw a gasp from her lips. When she looks up at Noah across the expanse of her body, she finds her already watching her. 

Noah finds Layla’s hand against her waist and tangles their fingers together once again. She sighs so softly when Layla laps at the little nub. This is her favourite part. She loves watching Noah unravel below her. It’s a slow, tortuous game, and she’s intent on making it even slower today. She needs to see her fall apart, needs to see her broken down to the barest of bones just so she can reassemble her again with the sweetest praise. 

She takes her time with it; allows herself to enjoy the sweet taste that floods into her mouth. If it didn’t mean she would never get to have her like this again, Layla would let herself drown in her. Sometimes she wishes that she could stay here forever. 

The world outside of them doesn’t matter. When they’re wrapped up like this, nothing else matters. Noah is so soft and sweet against her tongue. She continues to lap and suck at her; works her until she feels her thighs tremble and shake. It doesn’t take long for her to cum again. It never does when Layla gets her mouth on her. 

Layla pulls away, deciding to give her a little break. She diverts her attention back to the soft skin of her thighs. She finds herself lost in the way Noah moans above her when she sucks a pretty bruise into her skin. 

And another. 

And another. 

She doesn’t stop until Noah’s skin is littered in her marks. Layla looks up at her again. The sight sends a shiver down her spine. Her head is still tilted back, eyes pressed shut so tightly. The hand that isn’t entangled with her own rest against the softest part of her tummy. 

Layla runs her hand across Noah’s thigh until it rests up against her waist. She draws gentle circles over her skin, comforting little things that she knows soothe Noah’s mind. 

“How are you feeling?” she asks. 

Noah blinks up at her. Her eyes are a little damp already, but Layla knows that she can take a little more. 

She nods. 

“Words, my love.” 

A visible shiver runs through the length of Noah’s body. 

“I want more.” 

She can’t deny her that. Not when she looks so pretty and desperate for her. Layla drags her thumb against the pretty swollen nub of nerves. She gasps out a breath, hips coming up to find more friction. 

Layla brings her mouth back to core, draws the tip of her tongue along the length of her. She doesn’t give Noah too much time this time around and quickly works two fingers back into her. 

“Wish you could see yourself.” Layla speaks softly, “That pretty little pussy is all for me, isn’t it?” 

Noah’s cheeks somehow become even pinker as she tries to bury herself deeper into the pillow. Layla loves shoving it in her face, loves watching her writhe like that. 

“Maybe I should take a picture so you can see for yourself.”

She continues the steady rhythm of her fingers. It’s still slower than what she knows Noah needs. Layla wants to hear her ask for it first, she needs to hear those whimpered pleads before she gives her what she wants. 

The insides of Noah’s thighs shine with a mixture of her release and sweat. She’s trembling beneath Layla’s hands. When she works a third finger into her, Noah lets out a whine that shakes her to the core. 

“Oh, baby, does that feel good?” Layla taunts, “God, you look so pretty stretched around my fingers. So fucking tight and wet.”

“Layla.” she whines. 

“I know, baby. I know. Is it too much?” 

Noah shakes her head, “Feels so good.” 

“Can you cum like this or do you need more?”

Her chest shakes with every breath, “More, please.”

“Good girl.” Layla presses a kiss to her tummy, “You’ve been so good for me.”

Another kiss to her tummy, lower this time. 

Layla trails another string of kisses from her navel down to where Noah really wants her. 

The taste of her fills her mouth. It’s so sweet and warm. She works her faster now, fingers mercilessly pressing up against her with every push. Layla decides then that she needs to taste her properly. 

Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers from her. Noah lets out a whine at the sudden lack of contact. Layla wraps her arm around Noah’s thigh; shifts her so that she can bury herself in her properly. 

She can feel her pulse against the flat of her tongue. Noah won’t last long. She’s trembling, thighs shaking around Layla's body. Above her, Noah whines so deliciously. 

She finds her hand again, gripping it so tightly that Layla thinks she’s about to break a bone. But she’s rewarded with the sweetest sounds. Noah’s body tenses, flexes. Layla stays where she is, burrows herself deeper into her. 

She can’t help herself, she has to feel more of her, has to feel her tighten around her fingers. 

When she briefly removes herself from Noah to work her fingers back into her, she finds her girl a little teary-eyed already. But that doesn’t deter her. Noah knows that all she has to do is say stop if it becomes too much. But Layla also knows that she likes balancing on the edge of too much. 

Noah’s not quite there yet, though. 

And Layla is determined to push her as far as she can. She keeps her face buried between Noah’s thighs; fingers working her at a harsh pace now. Noah’s thighs clamp down around her, drowning out most of the sounds her girl makes. 

It hits her suddenly. 

Layla feels her squeeze around her fingers; body tensing and bowing off the mattress. She doesn’t stop, though. She pulls herself away from Noah, but keeps her fingers working her through her orgasm. The moans that fall from Noah’s mouth are breathless. She whines, gasps so prettily when she returns her thumb to her clit. Layla keeps working her until Noah squeezes her hands, making her look up from where her fingers are still thrusting into her. 

Her mouth hangs open so sweetly, tear-stained cheeks all pretty and pink, brows are pulled together, chest heaving with every gasp that falls from her. 

Layla slows her movements down, carefully pulls her fingers from Noah. She scoots, so that she can cradle Noah’s face in her hands. She bends down to press a kiss to Noah’s cheek.

“All good, pretty girl?”

She’s blissed out, eyes somehow glassy and teary. Layla isn’t sure if her cheeks are glossy with sweat or tears. 

Noah nods “So good.” 

Another kiss to her cheek, “Think you know how proud I am of you now?”

“I’m gonna need to hear it a few more times, I think.” 

Layla pinches her side, “Be glad that I love you.” 

“I’m very glad that you love me.” Noah pulls her down for a kiss “I love you too.” she speaks against Layla’s lips. 

It doesn’t matter how often she hears it, it always makes her feel warm inside. 

“I’m gonna draw us a bath.” she says, still so close to Noah, “Or do you want to stay here for a bit longer?”

“Stay with me for a moment?” 

Layla can’t say no when Noah looks at her like that. And so she stays and holds her for a while longer, her hand carding through Noah’s hair until she grows restless. Layla is glad that they’ll have the weekend off, because she really doesn’t want to let Noah out of her sight just yet. If she could, they’d be here forever. 

Just the two of them in the comfortable warmth of their bedroom. She’ll have her dream for the weekend, and truth be told she’s glad for every moment they have.

[l00na24]

Another tiny snippet of the special something I'm currently writing on because I don't know if my brain is trying to tell me something...🫣 But we're going somewhere with this... 🥵👀

“Can’t have you sitting on me like this the whole time,” He murmured close to me, gently adjusting my seating position on his lap with his strong grip around my waist. Bringing his face even closer until I felt his lips touching my ear, a low whisper falling from them that made me feel hot all over and making my heart want to beat itself out of my chest, together with the soft caress of a strand of his dark brown hair over my cheek which had fallen into his beautiful face when he leaned down. “Even if I’d love to.”

“I- I’m sorry.” I didn’t know why I was apologizing, it was like the words slipped out on their own without my knowledge.

“Shhh. It’s not your fault.”

[xmads-omensx]

CHAPTER 4 - NOWHERE TO GO

Word Count: 4,726

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Fem. OC

Content warnings: Swearing, angst, weapons, enemies to lovers, discussions of kidnapping, mentions of being chased, death of minor characters, blood, violence, fighting, mentions of a strip club type location and dancing (no actual stripping of clothes / lingerie), semi-nudity, being tied up / restrained (not sexually), guns

Tag List: @dominuslunae

Dividers made by me

VANIA

“Hello again, Vania. It’s time to come home.”

My heart plummeted into my stomach as I took in the sight before me. JT, the man I had been running from for years now, stood in front of me with a sickening grin plastered on his face.

I let out a gasp and tried to see if I had a way to escape. There was no way out unless I went in through the Matinez’s apartment. I turned to make a move to run, facing Iris and Jaxon Martinez, and I pushed past them into their penthouse. I heard a gun click behind me, but I didn’t have time to check. I needed to get out.

It was far too high up to jump without causing myself some serious damage, or even death, and even then, JT would still manage to capture me.

I felt hopeless. No. I was hopeless.

I had nowhere to go. I was trapped. And I would remain this way for as long as I, or JT, lived.

“What’s wrong little bunny? Can’t run anymore?” JT smirked at me as he slowly pulled a gun out of his waistband and aimed it at the Martinez’s heads and pulling the trigger, killing both of them instantly. At least they didn’t suffer. But ultimately, they would have died anyway and at least this takes their blood off of our hands.

My eyes darted around the room, looking for anything to defend myself with before Noah came up after JT. He was still coming right?

Nothing would help me. The decorative vase in the corner was too big to lift and swing at him. The tall statue in the centre of what looked like the living room was also too big. The cubes that sat on the side table were too small and wouldn’t help me, but it was worth a shot.

I lunged for them, trying to find purchase enough to swing it at his head, but he blocked my arm, causing the cube to fall to the ground and shatter into hundreds of tiny pieces.

“Nice try little bunny. You can’t escape.” He smirked before harshly grabbing a hold of my wrist and pulling me roughly towards him and in the direction of the penthouse door.

Noah never came. Was he dead? Was he working with JT? Maybe that’s why he agreed to the plan. They were working together, I just knew it. That asshole.

I swung the arm that he hadn’t grabbed and tried to engage my mantis blades, but JT was way ahead of me and gripped my other wrist. “Another cute attempt, but still not good enough. Jeez, I thought you were meant to be good at this kinds thing.” He laughed.

I tried to kick at him, but he lifted his left boot up and thrusted it into my ribs, winding me and causing my to fall to my knees. I coughed and spluttered from my position on the floor as JT just looked at me with a grin on his face. I gazed up through my eyelashes, unable to lift up my head to meet his gaze completely, as he leaned reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like a syringe of some kind. He leant down and pushed my head back to give him better access to my neck, then plunged the needle in.

My head began to feel light and woozy as what I assumed was some kind of anaesthetic took hold of me, forcing me into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke with blurry eyes. My arms moved to rub them, but something was restraining them. Blinking my eyes repeatedly instead, I saw that I was in a dark room. Well, at least I thought it was a room. It was a small, rectangular room with a relatively low ceiling. There wasn’t any lights beside a small bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Something was wrong about this room. The light was swinging back and forth steadily with no signs of letting up. The floor beneath me vibrated steadily as if I were on top of an engine. The room occasionally bumped and bounced, flinging me as hard as it could, despite my wrists being restrained behind my back.

This wasn’t a room. This was a van. I was being moved. But to where? They wouldn’t take me to the ERRA HQ. Not when it’s just JT who came after me. on top of that, a truck driving anywhere near the HQ would be suspicious as hell, and would definitely be asking for an attack from a rival gang to steal whatever seemingly precious cargo from inside the truck.

Was he working with Jesse and the rest of ERRA? Or had he gone rogue? No, he wouldn’t do that. Not when ERRA has so much power over him. If he went rogue, Jesse would find out and make him wish he was never born. Besides, JT didn’t exactly have the same sway and power that Jesse did when it came to running missions. Jesse never got his hands dirty, but JT did. Jesse could easily hire someone to take JT out, so he wouldn’t risk it. Or would he? If he was working with someone else he might have an escape plan.

Noah would know what to do. Why didn’t he come after me? Was he working with JT? That would make sense as to why JT came alone, and would allow for my theory of JT going solo to have some truth to it. That fucking asshole. He was so obvious in his hatred towards me. I should’ve stayed away from that son of a bitch. He made me look like a complete idiot, and I fell right into his trap. Fuck.

The truck bounced me around like I was light as air, except I couldn’t move anywhere since I was chained to the floor by the shackles that bound my wrists. Pain shot through me with every movement and jolt that shook the vehicle.

My mind raced. I couldn’t exactly escape from this. The vehicle was moving and I had no weapons on me. JT had wrapped thick material over my forearms so that I couldn’t use my Mantis blades. He really had thought of everything.

The journey felt like hours before we reached the destination. When the truck came to an abrupt stop, my heart raced. Sure, this meant I would have more answers to my questions, but it also meant that whatever hell JT had in store for me was here.

I felt hopeless.

A thought suddenly popped into my head: if the truck had stopped and we were getting out, this would be my best chance at escape.

Once the door opened, and I was taken out of the vehicle, I would have one shot to shake myself free from them and run in whatever direction had the clearest path.

However, I was rudely shocked by the rear door opening to reveal the inside of what looked like a small garage as opposed to the freedom that I had expected. The space was so dark that I couldn’t tell if it was night or day anymore. All I knew was that I was significantly more fucked than I was about thirty seconds ago.

The walls were a dark brick and both the ceiling and floor were made of concrete. A singular metal door stood on the far wall opposite the truck. Bright, vibrant lights peeked out from beneath the door and I could hear the thumping of music from the other side.

Where was I?

The first thing that popped into my mind was that I was in a club of some kind. But JT wouldn’t take me somewhere like Poppy’s or Electric Twilight. That would be far too obvious.

I couldn’t hear any wind, or other vehicles from the other side of the large metal garage door that the truck had seemingly come through.

I didn’t think I was on the surface of the Concrete Jungle anymore…

Fuck.

I was in the Underground.

Now there was definitely no way that I would be able to escape from here easily. My fate was practically sealed.

Behind me, the truck door closed and I could hear the lock click. Footsteps echoed around the room as JT came to stand in front of me. I could hear no other footsteps, which meant that it was just the two of us and proved to me that he was working alone in my capture.

He stood in front of me and started into my eyes with a sickening smirk across his features.

“Having fun little bunny?” He sneered at me.

I spat in his face.

He blinked and looked at the ground between our feet before sighing.

“You’re gonna regret that you fucking bitch.” He laughed lowly, raising back up to his full height before slapping me across the face.

I fell to the ground, my shoulder screaming in pain as I rolled on the floor, trying to protect my head from JT. He grabbed my arms and pulled me back up to my feet, shoving me roughly towards the smaller door.

“Your are going to do exactly what I tell you to do without question. You really don’t wanna make this harder for yourself little bunny, because you will pay, and you will pay with your life.” JT snarled into my ear. “Or on second thought, I’ll kill that pretty boy-toy of yours. What’s his name? Noah? But I guess he’s already dead considering how I left him in that stairwell.”

Noah was dead?

No.

He couldn’t be.

That couldn’t have happened.

Something in my chest cracked. I wasn’t sure why.

It’s all my fault. I made him go along with the plan. He would still be alive if it wasn’t for me. I should have insisted someone else go instead of him. After all, it wasn’t like I wanted to be around him more than I had to.

As much as I hated him, I didn’t want him dead because of me.

JT laughed at my shocked expression.

“Come on little bunny. Let’s have some fun.” He laughed menacingly, pushing me further towards the door.

He unlocked the shackles that bound my wrists together with the keycard in his back pocket.

I tripped over my feet a little as we made our way over.

JT knocked on the door in a rhythmic pattern with a loud clank, clank, clank. After a second or so, the door creaked open to reveal a tall, thin, blonde woman with light pink skin wearing a small black bikini and a long, lace, black robe that was tied extremely loosely around her waist.

“JT. You’re late. Is this her?” She asked, turning to me with a pointed look.

“Lilith. It’s always a pleasure to see you too.” JT relied with a pointed tone. “Yeah this is her.”

“She’s short. Why do you always bring Jesse’s scraps? She won’t make us much.” She looked me up and down, assessing me.

It made my skin crawl slightly.

“She’ll do the job. She’ll dop what she’s told. Do you really need anything more from her?” JT asked with a laugh.

“Ideally, we need better. Taller. With less upgrades too. But I guess it’s fine. She’ll have to do.” Lilith rolled her eyes, turning to walk away. “Follow me you two.”

JT grabbed my bicep and pushed me forward with enough force to make me stumble for a second time. I walked through the doorway and entered what looked like a large dressing room of some kind. It was a rectangular room with five vanity mirrors with LED lights surrounding them lining the walls. Each mirror had a stool in front of it. Nine of the ten spaces were clearly occupied, with various belongings placed on the small tables in front of each mirror.

There was an opening that was covered with a deep purple curtain in the back left corner, next to it was a cubicle that I guessed was a bathroom.

The curtain pulled back and a woman entered the dressing room. She was dressed similarly to Lilith, but wore a green sparkly bikini with matching tall green heels. She had long black hair that was pin-straight, much like Lilith’s. She had grey skin, which complimented the bikini perfectly. It seemed like she only had two upgrades that I could see. Her eyes were an unnatural deep red and she had curly horns poking through her hair.

“Raven. This is the new girl.” Lilith pointed at me with a sigh.

“She’s short.” Raven said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“We’ll have to make it work.” Lilith sighed again. “JT brought her.”

“Ah so she’s ERRA scraps then?” Raven rolled her eyes.

“Unfortunately for us.” Lilith snarled.

The two women towered over me in their heels. I didn’t understand why JT had brought me here. What did this have to do with ERRA? Or the mission? Was he trying to get me out of the way? But for what? Did he know about our job?

“What’s your name pinkie-pie?” Raven asked, leaning down to speak to me so she could patronise me more.

“Bunny.” JT replied for me.

Why did he lie?

“What? Can’t speak for yourself?” Lilith scoffed, making Raven laugh.

“Oh believe me she can.” JT laughed, nudging my shoulder.

I turned to glare at him. He leant into my ear and whispered, “Don’t fuck this up bitch.”

I swallowed.

“Well then Bunny. Let’s get you out of those clothes. JT, you staying or going?” Raven sighed.

“Staying. Gotta keep an eye on this one for Jesse.” JT replied with a wide smile.

“Okay then. So, Bunny, How about we take that jacket off?” Lilith walked towards me.

She extended an arm and undid the zipper before pulling the jacket off of my shoulders. Beneath, I wore a black, short bodysuit. I wore it on all of my jobs simply because it made movement easier. “So I take it black and pink are kinda your thing huh, Bunny?” Raven asked.

I nodded in reply to her question. Their outfits were kind of cute, so whatever they were about to dress me in wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I had to be careful about choosing my battles here. I was in the Underground after all, and with JT still in the room, and the complete unknown on the other side of that curtain, I couldn’t be too careful.

“We can work with that.” Lilith said with a tilt of her head. JT made himself comfortable on an armchair in the left hand corner of the room next to the door we had come through. I assumed this was his attempt at preventing any potential escapes that I tried. Fuck. I was going to have to go along with whatever he had planned.

Raven rummaged around in her large duffle bag that sat beneath her vanity space and pulled out a tiny, black lingerie set and a robe that would cover me up for the time being.

“You can change in there.” Raven said as she pointed to the cubicle in the corner, then she handed me the clothes she had just taken from her bag.

I followed her direction and changed into the lingerie set. To Raven’s credit, it was a beautiful and well-made set, clearly a more expensive one. Shockingly, it fit perfectly and hugged my curves just right. I wrapped the robe around myself and took a moment to collect my thoughts. I tried to come up with a plan of some description. I had no idea what was on the other side of that curtain, so that would be a big risk. I couldn’t go through the door we came through because JT was sat right next to it.

I only had two options and neither of them were good.

Did the rest of OMNS know?

Were they coming to get me?

A knock on the cubicle door shook me out of my thoughts. “You done? We still need to do your hair and makeup Bunny.” A female voice called. I sighed and opened the door to reveal Raven leaning against the doorframe with a bored look on her face.

“Come here.” Lilith patted the back of the chair that sat in front of the vanity I presumed belonged to her.

I sat down and both Raven and Lilith began taking out my signature pigtails. My long hair fell and cascaded down my back. Both women began brushing it and making it look as flawless as possible. Before long, my hair was pin straight.

Lilith then picked up her makeup bag and began applying eyeliner and lipgloss to my face. “We won’t go too heavy because it’s your first time. The clients will want to see your face.” Raven said, as if it cleared anything up.

I shot JT a confused glance.

“JT, are you fucking kidding me!” Lilith yelled. “She doesn’t know what’s happening!”

“You sick fuck! You can’t just make the girl do something like this without telling her!” Raven backed her up.

“Calm down you two.” JT chuckled. “She knows exactly what this is, she’s just getting cold feet. Tell you what, you two mind giving us a minute so I can calm her down?”

Lilith and Raven shared a hesitant glance before stepping through the curtain, giving me a glimpse of what looked like a stage, with a crowd in front of it.

“Listen Vania, either you go out on that stage in that skimpy little outfit, and you do that skimpy little dance that you used to do before I scooped up your sorry ass, or… you tell me about V.A.N.? Sound good?” JT snarled. “And I mean the truth about V.A.N., not that made up bullshit you have been telling people.”

I thought about his threat for a second. There was no way he knew about V.A.N. That would be impossible. If he knew anything, it would be tiny pieces of information, that probably wasn’t even true.

“We both know I won’t tell you jack shit about that.” I snarled back at him.

“Then get your ass on stage Vania.” I turned to walk away from him when he grabbed my arm. “Or, do you want to know what really happened to Davis and the others? His sandevistan didn’t go rogue you know?”

By blood ran cold.

“W-w-w-what?” I spluttered. “No. You’re wrong. The Sandy backfired and that’s what happened.”

JT shook his head. “If you tell me about V.A.N., I’ll tell you about your precious Davis and what really happened. Deal?”

I couldn’t tell JT about V.A.N., but I had to know what he was talking about.

If JT knew about V.A.N., he would tell Jesse, and that information really couldn’t be in ERRA’s hands. That would literally be the worst case scenario.

“If I tell you… what will you do with the information?” I asked, a twinge of hope snagging my heart.

“Doesn’t matter.” JT shrugged.

“No, it does. ERRA can’t know this.” I pleaded.

“Why?” He smirked.

“Because you’ll use the information and take over the Concrete Jungle.” I huffed, frustrated.

“Is that so?” JT sneered. “Guess you’ll never know who killed Davis and the others.” He sighed with mock sympathy.

I took a beat to think my options over. I was stuck. I needed to know what happened to my crew.

“No one killed Davis, he went cyberpsycho and killed the others.” I practically yelled.

JT laughed. “That’s what they told you, huh? OMNS really are fucked up aren’t they?”

“OMNS?” I asked, confused. “What do OMNS have to do with this?”

“Oh?” JT said with mock surprise, “You didn’t know?”

“Know what, JT!” I shouted.

“That OMNS are the reason your old crew died. Well, Noah more specifically.” JT deadpanned.

My body stiffened. My blood ran cold.

“What?” I asked in a quiet voice.

JT leaned forward.

“OMNS hacked Davis’s sandevistan and made him go cyberphsycho and kill your crew. It was Noah’s plan, the rest just carried it out.”

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as JT’s information settled in the silent room. About a minute or so had passed and I was still stood in silence, suddenly aware that I was half-naked in the Underground.

“So you see, Vania, I’ve told you what you wanted, now you have to give me what I want.” JT reached around his back and pulled out a pistol. Why didn’t he use it earlier? Maybe it was in the truck.

Now, I had no choice. I didn’t want to die. But I didn’t want to tell him.

“No. You said I had to dance out there if I didn’t tell you, not that I would die.” I pleaded meekly.

“Well, plans change little bunny. Now you tell me, or I shoot you. Simple as.” JT explained, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I really didn’t want to die.

I had to get justice for Davis, Steven and Alana. OMNS had to pay for what they took from me. I had to take something from them. I had to see this through.

“Fine. But you have to promise me you won’t abuse what I’m about to tell you. Use this information wisely.” I said pointedly.

JT raised his hands in a gesture that mimicked one of surrender. “Okay. Okay. Now tell me.” he pointed the gun back at me.

I flinched and reconsidered my options for a moment a second time. I didn’t have a choice.

“V.A.N. was an experimentation project run by some mad scientist who wanted to get as much undetected upgrades into one person without them going full cyberpsycho.” I explained.

“I know that’s not all of it, Vania.” JT taunted, moving the gun closer to me.

He could see right through me.

“Dr. Michael Taylor was a strange man. He was never happy with just the regular upgrades. He wanted something new. Always something new. He wanted to create it himself. A new way to get upgrades. He had this bright idea to create a human weapon. Someone who had more or less their whole body upgraded, whilst keeping the upgrades undetected.” I took a breath.

“He recruited low-life runners who had nothing to lose to his cause to ‘help’ him with his work. He worked in the Underground, fitting as many upgrades as he could into innocent people.” I continued.

JT scoffed. “Innocent?”

“What like you’re any better!” I yelled.

“Finish your damn story.” JT shouted back.

“Fine.” I sighed. “After a while, some rich dude found out about Dr. Taylor’s experiments and moved him up into one of the skyscrapers off of Coyote Park. The purple one. Gave him a lab and everything. Only problem was that none of the experiments worked. Every single one went full psycho.”

“You didn’t.” He stated.

“Evidently.” I sneered. “I was his last project. He offered me money. A lot of it. And as you said, dancing wasn’t really making me enough to live off, and the odd jobs here and there didn’t bring enough in. I didn’t have anything to lose.”

I took another breath.

“I don’t know what was different about me. But something changed. He started making people into weapons, instead of just cramming upgrades into the disadvantaged. He had a goal. To make a weapon powerful enough to take on any enemy, with maximum effect. Hence the name. Violence Against Nature. He made people into weapons. And that was that.” I finished.

“Then that leaves you. A loose end. How come you’re here? Working for OMNS, and not Dr. Taylor?” JT asked.

“I don’t know.” I lied. I knew exactly why.

“Yes you do.” Fuck.

“Dr. Taylor died. There you go. End of story.” I turned to walk towards the curtain Lilith and Raven had gone through.

“Rumour has it that someone with mantis blades killed him. Ring any bells?” JT taunted.

“Nope.” I bluntly replied, untying the robe.

“You killed him didn’t you, Vania?” I froze. “But you wouldn’t leave without evidence. You aren’t dumb. I think you took his records from his experiments. Records that prove that you are a military weapon, and are therefore illegal. That’s why you’re pushing out jobs left, right and centre. Your fixer is blackmailing you isn’t he?”

“So what if that’s true? What does it matter to you? Not like you can get your filthy hands on any proof.” I scoffed. I tried to muster every ounce of cockiness in my body to try and deter him from the fact that he knew everything, except the details of what Dr. Taylor had been doing. And I just gave it to him.

“I wonder what would happen if word got out about your little ,secret?” He taunted, standing back up.

He placed his hand on my back and began pushing me towards the curtain.

“Get dancing little Bunny.” He smirked in my ear.

I tried once again to muster false confidence as I walked out onto the stage. Before me was a large bar. It was busy. Men and women clambered over eachother to be near the stage. The booths and the stools around the bar were busy. I couldn’t make out any familiar faces, but I would recognise this bar anywhere. It had been revamped since I worked here all those years ago. The Drain. The only bar in the Underground.

I began to sway my hips slowly to the rhythm of the music playing. The crowd cheered. I’ll admit, I was once a fan of those cheers. They made me feel good about myself. Like they were looking at me because I was talented, not because I was a pretty girl in a skimpy lingerie set.

I felt vulnerable, but it was a vulnerability I had come accustomed to.

I looked up into the crowd, feeling someone’s eyes glaring holes into me. Noah. He stared at me with a look of relief mixed with anger. Why the fuck was he here. He took a step towards me. holy shit. He was coming to rescue me. I nodded my head as subtly as I could to indicate to Noah that JT was watching me, and had no plans on stopping.

Noah looked increasingly enraged as he looked around the large space for any options. We were stuck.

He walked forwards, towards the railing in front of the stage. What was he doing? He was going to give himself away.

A painful twenty minutes passed with Noah just watching me. This felt like torture. I saw his mouth move slightly. He was mouthing words at me. Jump. Was he crazy? I shook my head no. Trust me, jump. I’ve got you. He mouthed at me again. I glanced back at JT. It was now or never. I took my chance and launched myself over the railings.

He gripped my forearm and began to run to the door.

“Noah!” A deep voice called out. Jolyl was here too. Were they all here?

Noah pushed me forward as JT and the security guard began shooting at us. He returned fire.

“Noah come on!” I shouted. Trying to get him to escape with us.

“Go!” He yelled. “I’m right behind you! Go!”

Jolly grabbed my arm and pulled me after him. As we ran, I could hear gunshots echoing throughout the Underground. Most of the people around us ignored the situation and moved out of the way of the fighting.

“You okay?” Jolly asked once we reached a more secluded area. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to me. It practically drowned me.

“Yeah I’m good.” I replied, slightly out of breath.

We waited for Noah once we were where I presumed the pre-arranged rendezvous point was. It took a while for him to join us, but he probably had to shake off any other unfriendlies.

When he did arrive, he was covered in blood splatters and was gasping for breath. He seemed angry.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Like you care. Let’s fucking go.” Noah growled, cutting me an angry glare.

Oh. I guess JT was right. Noah really was a heartless bastard.

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Warnings: 18+, smut, polyandrous relationship (so yes, there is some angst and discourse with navigating the challenges of a shifting relationship), gangbang, threesome, foursome, voyeurism, double penetration- pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!masturbating, male!receiving, fem!receiving, creampies, "sloppy seconds" (oops), masks, slight choking, swearing, photos taken, nicknames: princess, pretty girl, good girl), jealousy, alcohol, smoking, edibles.

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Just had to come in here and say that I’m absolutely loving the unmaking of a warrior and i hope that Samurai! Noah is okay and that I want myself a Samurai! Noah.

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Thank you so much for your message. I'm nearly done drafting part 9, so it should be up at some point next week. I promise not to keep you waiting for long! 🥰

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You’re a little wary of your friend's proposition. On one hand, you know that getting out of the house would be good for you. On the other, you’d rather remain buried under a mountain of blankets to keep wallowing in your self-pity. In the end, your friends win, and you begrudgingly get ready for a night out with them. All the while, you keep telling yourself that it will be good for you. Really, you’ve been isolating yourself for long enough now. 

The dress you’d gone for makes you feel a little exposed, but once you’re a few drinks in it’ll be alright.

You have a brief moment of insecurity when you first leave the house, but once one of your friends loops her arm around yours, it only feels half as bad. And as soon as you’ve entered the first part of the evening, you feel almost as good as new. The music, the drinks, the easy company of your friends – it all washes away the heartache of the last few weeks. 

Your group of six hops across various bars for a few hours before eventually finding your way into one of the fancier clubs in your city. The entry fee is steep enough to make you reconsider, but one of your friends is adamant that it will be fun and that she would cover everyone to celebrate your re-entry into society. 

Not even fifteen minutes into your visit that people start offering you drinks. You accept some of them, always making sure that you can see what is ordered and that it’s handed directly to you. One of the people offering to buy you a drink ends up with their number saved in your phone, although you don’t know if you’ll ever end up texting them. 

One of your friends drags you back onto the dance floor shortly after that. You spend some time dancing with your friend and for the first time in weeks you don’t feel the constant cloud of darkness over your head. 

And then you spot him. 

The moment feels like something out of a film. The people in front of you part, revealing his tall stature to you. His skin is littered with tattoos, intricate lines that cover most – if not all – of the skin that is visible to you. Best you can tell, he is looking directly at you, fixing you with an intensity that it’s almost terrifying. You feel yourself drawn to him, moving through the crowd as if set on rails. 

A hand on your shoulder draws your attention away from him. The worried look on your friend's face seemingly distracts you long enough for the man to slip away. At least he’s nowhere to be seen when you turn around a moment later. 

Your attention is quickly grasped by your friend dragging you to a different part of the club and as quickly as you had been entranced by the stranger he had already slipped from your mind again. 

Eventually, your group decides to move into a quieter location, and you exchange the club for a slightly dingy bar. The music's good and the drinks don’t cost an arm and a leg, so you can’t exactly complain. 

You're on your way back to your table when you spot him again. This time he’s posted up in a booth not too far from your own, already watching you when your eyes find him. You chance a glance towards your table and find your friends wrapped up in a conversation — surely they won’t notice if you slip away for a moment. 

The stranger is still looking at you when you turn back to him. There's a strange curiosity on his face, almost as if he’s trying to decipher your thoughts. You're not sure if you would have approached him under normal circumstances, but at this point your curiosity is piqued, and you can’t possibly stay away from him. 

“I saw you at the club. Earlier.” You say somewhat flatly, hoping that it doesn’t sound as if you’re trying to accuse him of anything. 

“You did.” He counters, “It seems that we both got distracted. But as fate would have it, we’re in the same place once again.”

He motions for you to sit, and you slide into the seat opposite him. He tells you that his name is Noah, and in return, you tell him your name. 

Noah practically lounges in his seat, arm extended across the backrest, in order to take up as much space as possible. As if his large frame doesn’t already command your attention. 

He’s unashamed in the way he flirts with you. And his intentions are more than clear. Noah offers to buy another round of drinks, and when he returns he slides into the seat next to you, instead of his previous place. He keeps a comfortable distance, but you just can’t stop yourself from getting closer to him. And you soon find yourself somewhat cornered by him. 

The heat that radiates off his body is almost overwhelming. He’s so terribly close to you, fingers trailing across your bare knee, just barely. 

“Can I be honest with you?” he asks after a while, “I’ve had my eye on you since I saw you in that club. Never seen a prettier thing than you, angel.”

You feel your cheeks heat at that. 

He lets out an amused little sound, “Well aren’t you the sweetest thing, blushing so easily. I wonder are you always this reactive?”

His hand wanders up your leg, slowly and carefully drifting higher until your dress prohibits him from going further. 

Your chest feels so awfully tight already. He’s so close to you that you can feel his breath brushing against your skin. 

You’re not usually one for quick one-night things like this, but right now you’d let him do just about anything to you. Maybe it’s the break-up, maybe it’s the drinks you’ve had, but you cannot bring yourself to worry about the potential consequences of this. The need that has been slowly simmering beneath your skin is threatening to bubble over. You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt a need like this – if you’ve ever even felt like this before. 

“Do you want to find out?” you find yourself asking. 

You’re not entirely sure where this confidence is coming from all of a sudden. Earlier today, you had still buried yourself under a mountain of blankets and feelings, and now you’re asking a practical stranger if he wants to hook up with you. 

“Well, well – how about this, angel, I’m going to head to the restroom, and you follow me in a moment. We don’t want to be too obvious now, do we?” Noah speaks quietly, fingers still trailing against the skin of your thigh, “Don’t make me wait too long.” 

Noah squeezes your thigh briefly before slipping out of the booth. 

You watch as he passes your friend's table, shooting a wink to one of them before he rounds the corner towards the restroom. The idea that you’ll have to pass them on your way to him is a little mortifying, but the need to feel his hands on your body again outweighs any kind of shame that threatens to bubble over. 

You give it a few more moments before you follow him. Of course, one of your friends stops you, asking where you’ve been this entire time. And you know that the vague excuse you give shouldn’t be sufficient enough for them, but somehow your friends seem to be perfectly content with it. 

If you had been able to pay a little more attention to them, it would have struck you as odd, but with how single-minded your focus was right now you brush right past it. 

You follow the signs into the restrooms. One of the two doors has an out-of-order sign taped to it that you hadn’t noticed on your earlier trip, so you assume that this is where Noah is waiting for you. 

You try the handle and carefully push open the door. Noah is facing the mirror, seemingly focused on himself. 

The moment before he notices you, you swear that his shadow looked odd. It’s almost as if it extends further than it should. 

As soon as you step into the room, it seizes up, shrinking back into place. 

“There you are.” He muses, turning around to face you, “Come here, angel.”

You walk towards him, entranced by his presence. Something about him draws you in, lures you into his trap. And despite all of that, you can’t stop yourself from moving closer. 

His hand finds your waist as soon as you’re in touching distance. Noah draws you in close, and you swear that you can hear the pounding of your heart resonate around the tiled room. 

“There’s no need to be nervous.” he speaks with an almost devilish smile playing on his lips, “A kiss will make it better.” 

You’re sure that you can count the seconds until he finally kisses you. He’s surprisingly gentle, cradling your face with his other hand. The sweetness of the kiss quickly fades away through, as your own desperation begins to take over. His hand tangles into your hair, while the other grips your waist firmly. For a moment, you’re sure that you feel sharp points digging into your skin. The sensation fades quickly enough, though, and you disregard it in favour of the feeling of his lips travelling down the side of your neck.

Teeth scrape against your skin just barely, and the stinging is quickly soothed by another soft kiss. You let out a breathy noise when he leaves his mark on your skin. His breath fans out against your skin as he lets out a soft laugh. 

“You’re such a delight to play with, always so reactive.” he mutters against your skin. 

The wording should have struck you as odd, but your mind is already so full of him that you cannot question it. 

You finally gather the wits to let your hands wander across his body too. There’s a softness to him, despite the very evident muscle. A tenderness that hides beneath the lines of ink. The boxy shirt he wears hides most of his physique, but now that you can actually touch him, the size difference between you becomes even more obvious. 

“Turn around for me, angel.” he says then. 

You do as he asks, bracing your hands on the counter in front of you. Noah steps behind you, hands immediately finding your waist. He pulls you back against his body. He towers behind you, watching you quietly for a moment, before he leans down to press soft kisses along the side of your neck. Teeth graze against the bare skin of your shoulder. You gasp and his eyes shoot up to meet yours. Maybe it’s the light – or lack thereof – in this room, but they seem so much darker than they had previously appeared. 

One arm wraps around your middle, keeping you close to him, while the other snakes down the length of your body until his fingers find the hem of your dress. Your skin prickles at his touch, hairs standing up straight when he brushes the tips of his fingers against your thigh. You keep your eyes focused on his reflection, even though he is fixed entirely on you, watching every minute change on your face while his fingers climb higher and higher on your thigh. Eventually, his fingers reach their target, pressing into your centre. His fingers dip behind the waistband to touch you properly. The first brush of his finger against your clit draws a sigh from you, making you drop your head back against his shoulder. 

“Look at you, angel. So pretty, and I’ve barely even touched you.” he speaks lowly, “I wish we had more time. I would love to watch you unravel entirely.” 

As he speaks, his fingers continue to dive deeper, circling around your entrance so slowly. The angle is a little awkward, but his fingers already feel so good against you. 

The hand around your middle shoves the fabric of your dress upwards. 

You should feel so awfully exposed, but with the attention he gives you, you can’t quiet bring yourself to worry. 

You push back against him, feeling his hardened cock behind the layers of fabric.

“Feel what you do to me?” he groans. 

You push against him again, “Noah.”

“I know, angel. Won’t make you wait long.” he replies, “Let’s take these off, okay?”

His fingers let the waistband of your panties snap back against your skin. He carefully tugs the fabric down until you take over, stepping out of the pretty lacy things you pulled on just a few hours earlier in an attempt to boost your confidence. As soon as you’ve placed your panties on the counter, Noah’s hand shoots forward to pocket them. 

“A little souvenir.” he answers the unasked question lingering between you, “Unless you want these back.” 

You shake your head, “I’ll pick them up some time.” 

He lets out a hearty laugh, “Confident. I like it.” 

He makes quick work of you after that. Before long, two of his fingers slip inside of you, working in and out of your pussy so diligently. Every thrust makes you whine and moan. And it doesn’t take much for you to feel close to your climax. Noah seems to find great delight in your pleasure, whispering the filthiest things into your ear. And when you finally feel yourself come undone around his fingers, his free hand wraps around your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at your own reflection. The high he gives you fills your head with even more cotton. 

You still feel so wound up. 

Noah’s chest presses against your back. His body feels impossibly warm against yours, even through the multiple layers of fabric that separate you. 

“Ready for more?” he asks, lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. 

You nod, “I would hope that this wasn’t it.” 

He smiles at you through the mirror, “Hands on the counter, angel.”

You do as he asks, bracing yourself on the surface below. He pulls your waist back, forcing you to take a step away from the counter. With how you’re positioned, you can’t quite see what he’s doing, but you can hear the tell-tale sound of a zip being pulled down. 

You watch as his face changes when he finally wraps a hand around his cock, sighing out with relief. His head drops back for a moment. The near blissed out look on his face is absolutely gorgeous. 

His hand soon returns to your waist, carefully shifting the fabric of your dress up above your hips. The longer, slender fingers return to your centre, playing with your folds for a moment before he pushes his thumb through your wetness. 

“Ready?” 

His voice doesn’t sound nearly as affected as you’d think with how he looked a moment ago. 

You give another nod and a moment later you feel the head of his cock dragging along your pussy. You hold your breath when you feel it catch at your entrance. When you’d expected to feel some kind of sting or stretch, the sensation never comes. Instead, all you feel is near overwhelming pleasure. 

When he’s fully seated inside of you, Noah wraps his arm around your middle once again. The first pull out of you draws a whine from your throat. 

The pace Noah sets is dizzying. 

Your combined moans echo throughout the room, setting a perfect soundtrack for what you’re doing. 

You try your best to keep your focus on the mirror, but the longer he pounds into you. The filth he whispers against your skin drives you closer and closer to the edge again. 

“Feel so good, angel. Feels like you were made for me.” he groans, pressing a kiss to the joint of your neck and shoulder, “Look at yourself. Such a beautiful little thing.”

Keeping your eyes open has become somewhat difficult by now. Really, even lifting your head doesn’t seem too appealing. 

Noah seems to be intent on making you look at your reflection, though, as he once again tilts your head towards the mirror. The angle of his hand doesn’t allow you a lot of movement, forcing you to keep your eyes on the both of you. 

Maybe it’s your pleasure riddled mind, but something about his reflection seems off. His figure seems fuzzy, larger than it should be. A particularly harsh thrust into you takes your attention off it quickly enough, though. 

Noah’s free hand finds its way back to your centre, fingers settling into a quick circular motion across your clit. He’s merciless with it, pushing you towards your climax in no time.

He barely gives you time to catch your breath, though, before he pulls out of you and urges you to turn around. With a leg hiked up around his waist, he pushes back into you. Your hands grip into his body, trying to find purchase while he fucks you. 

“Take it so well, angel. Such a good girl for me.” he whispers, still not sounding very affected. 

You would expect him to sound somewhat worn down by now, but he still seems so collected. A thin sheen of sweat lines his forehead, but that seems to be the extent of his exhaustion. 

He dips down, to suck a few more marks into the skin of your neck. Teeth occasionally grazing against your skin. You tangle one of your hands into his hair, keeping him exactly there. 

His movements have slowed considerably though, coming to more of a grind than the previous hard thrusts. 

You’re reduced to gasps by now, unable to really articulate how he makes you feel. Noah lets out a moan when you tug on his hair particularly harshly. 

“You’ll ruin me, darling.” he speaks, lifting himself from your skin. 

What you see shakes you to your core. 

There’s an odd tint to his skin and when you’d previously thought that you had imagined the darkened colour of his eyes, you’re now sure that they’re pitch black. You try not to let him notice that something is off. And truly, it doesn’t disturb you half as much as it should. 

Whatever he is, it’s clearly not human. 

“See angel, can’t even keep up my magic around you.” he lets out with a breathy laugh, “Have me completely entranced.” 

Your fingers brush across the skin of his cheek, revealing a faint net of veins beneath his skin. The change doesn’t make him less beautiful. In fact, you think that it somehow makes him even more beautiful. 

“I’m so close.” you choke out, feeling more and more breathless by the minute. 

“I know – I know, angel. Let me feel you for just a while longer.” he returns, finally sounding somewhat worn down. 

Noah’s pace picks up after that, as he chases his own high and in turn drags you closer to yours. 

When it hits you this time, the world goes silent for a moment. You feel him spilling inside of you, feel his hand tightening around your waist as he lets out the most gorgeous sounds. 

Eventually, his head drops to your shoulder. When he lifts it again a moment later, his appearance has returned to what you had seen of him before. His skin has returned to its healthy – human – colour, and his eyes are no longer pitch black voids. Noah drags in a deep breath, as he releases you from his hold. It takes you another moment to gather your wits again. You can’t quite tell which part of this has affected you more, either way you’re not sure if you can go without it again. 

“No one has ever made me lose control of myself like that, angel.” he admits with a wicked little smile playing on his lips. 

“There’s a first time for everything. I’ve never had sex with a –”

“Incubus.” he adds quietly, as if he is unsure of how you will react.

“See. New experiences for everyone tonight.” 

You still feel a little rattled by the whole thing, and you’re sure that the reality of it will hit you once you’re alone in your apartment again. But right now, you feel as confident as you haven’t in ages. 

He laughs at that, shaking his head gently, “How about another new experience. I don’t usually do repeat encounters, but for you, I’m willing to break my own rules.” 

You had parted without exchanging numbers or any way to get into contact that night. And with every week that passed, your hopes of seeing him again dwindled. It isn’t until almost a month later, when the first autumn storm of the season rages through your city, that your nose is filled with the scent of sulphur and what you recognise to be the cologne he wore that night. 

Perhaps you should have known that a demon wouldn’t need your last name to find you again. 

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He looked angry or frustrated but when our eyes met for the first time something shifted.

At least until his gaze fell from my face to the side of my neck. The look in his bloodred eyes turning colder than ice, his features hardening into something dangerous.

"Who did this to you?" His voice was deep, the tone he used calm. The calm before the storm. Not matching the dark expression on his face.