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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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Hey babes, can I request a fic when Mob!Tom fucks the reader's brains out? Like it can just start off as smth slow and it gradually increase into smth rlly heated. Ps love your writing❤️❤️❤️

Word Count: 1128 I mean, its dirty filthy fun! Warnings: Smut

You sat in the corner of his office, your eyes trained on your phone but you were taking in maybe 40% of what you saw, your mind more focused on the burning of increased blood flow between your legs, your skin aching to be touched. Tearing your gaze from your phone you looked up, eyeing Tom through hooded eyes as the strands of your lashes blocked your vision ever so slightly. He was signing documents, his fingers gripping the pen tightly as he trapped his lip between his teeth, he looked delectable and you couldn’t help yourself.

“Tommy?” you spoke, your voice soft and almost undetectable but Tom’s senses were always attuned to you.

“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes looking up at you quickly before returning to his paper. “What do you need?” There wasn’t a moment's hesitation before you replied, spreading your legs slightly as you apple, exposing your likely soaked panties and slickened thighs.

“I need you, Tommy” you whimpered, body feeling like it was on fire without him even touching you, his gaze already doing so much to you. He pushed back from his desk, standing up and making his way to you, feet gliding across the carpet as he neared your spot on the couch. Falling between your legs, hands gliding up your thighs, reveling in the soft skin. Leaning in, his lips found your sweets spot at the juncture of your neck.

“Yeah, love? Where do you need me?” he growled, the noise emitting a whimper from you, the deep tones of his voice vibrating through your skin.

“Everywhere” you threw your head back in pleasure, the touch of his lips on your skin sending you crazy, your nipples pebbling through your shirt as you arched your chest into his, the buttons on his shirt digging into your sternum but you didn’t care.

“Here?” His voice was teasing as he cupped your heat, fingers parting through your folds, panties still preventing you from skin on skin and it was killing you, twisting your hips into his hand as you wanted more. More of everything, more friction, more pleasure, more of him on you, in you, against you. “So eager, aren’t you?” Tom’s voice was muffled as he kissed his way down your chest, sucking on your nipples through your shirt, teeth digging into the hardened flesh. His saliva making your white shirt see through, nipples now on full display.

“You look hot when you’re doing something illegal” you voiced as his head pulled from your chest, moving so he could nestle himself under your skirt.

“I was just signing papers, love” his lips were hot against the skin of your inner thigh, fingers looping into the crotch of your panties, pulling them aside, nails scratching lightly against the lips of your cunt.

“Yeah, and you’re a mob boss so it was probably illegal” your voice was breathy, weak at best as his tongue traced itself across every valley and fold of your pretty pussy. Without warning he wrapped his lips around your clit, teeth grazing softly over the food as he sucked contentedly, humming at how delicious you were, yoru juices starting to drip off of his chin. The textured muscle of his tongue felt like heaven on your clut, drawing you near the brink of orgasm, and even after you thought it couldn’t get any better he removed his hand from your thigh, pushing two digits into your dripping opening and curling the tips. His fingertips brushed against your g-spot as he continued to suck on your clitoris, you felt like you were burning, a lit firework at the end of its fuse and then it happened, your world exploded as your body engulfed in pleasure, thighs clenching around Tom’s head, but he pushed them away, not liking how they muffled the noise of your moans. His fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, tongue still lapping at your bundle of nerve endings until he was sure he had milked you for every ounce of your orgasm. He pulled away, eyeing your state, sweat on your brow prominent as your body heat rose with pleasure. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and your eyes screwed shut, trying to recoup from the wonderful strain of your climax.

His lips met yours, spreading your cum across your mouth as you kissed back, your slickness tainting your tastebuds with the flavor of you. His body rose from between your thighs, wrapping his arms around you he flipped you both over, lips still meshed together as you came to a perch on top of his thighs, a hard length pressed against your wet core. His shaft was against your lips, pressing at your entrance, his tip weeping with precum.

“When did you get your pants off?” You wondered aloud.

“Doesn’t matter” he whispered, grabbing handfuls of your ass and pulling you upwards, as his tip was aligned at your entrance before pushing down on your hip, forcing you to sink down onto his full length, stretching your walls as you felt a pleasurable sting, your body still oversensitive from your previous high. “Feel good, love?” Tom hums, mouth returning to your chest, biting on the now cool spit covered fabric that adorned your perfect tits.

“Y-yes Tom, f-feels so good” you stuttered, body not able to form words with the amount of pleasure that was coursing through you. Your thighs were shaking and tired, not able to continue the bounce on Tom’s cock for much longer and he noticed, sliding down a little on the couch until he could easily fuck up into you, balls slapping harshly against your ass with a delightful sting. His pubic hair was rubbing against your clit, drawing you to your second high very quickly, seeing as your body was already prepped from the previous one.

“Tommy, I’m close again” you whimpered, eyes closing as you sat down a little more, letting his thrust hit even deeper inside of you, his dick grazing the spot his fingers had fondled earlier.

“Cum for me, love, cum all around my hard cock as I cum inside you” his abs clenched under your touch, fingertips digging into the hard muscle.

“I'm cumming!” you cried out, throwing your head back as Tom held his forearm parallel to your spine, preventing you from falling backwards. Your walls spasming around him sent him over with you, his hot seed spurting into you, covering the walls as his dick spread it around with each thrust. When you were both thoroughly spent, you moved to get off of him but he pulled you into his chest.

“Not ready to let you go yet” he mumbled, burying his lips in your hair as you dozed off against his sweaty chest.

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giowritess · 4 years

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Dull — Michael Corleone

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Pairing: Michael Corleone x fem!OC Tatiana van Doren

Plot: Tatiana and Michael have always been pushing each other’s buttons. One day, when confronting him about a deal that went south, their relationship takes a different path.

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes — choking, vaginal fingering, intercourse, unprotected sex, edging.

Word-count: 2,555

Kinktober: prompts — • 4. begging • 10. against the wall • 11. hatesex • 12. fingering • 13. edging • 32. choking

Author’s note: Wassup people!!! Sorry for taking so long to write something. I finally wrote something about one of my all-time favorite characters, who doesn’t have a big fandom but should. If you don’t know what The Godfather is about, all you need to know is that they’re gangsters and this man is perfect. This lovely piece I wrote alongside the most precious being on universe that’s @pacinorose! I love you so much and I can’t thank you enough for entering my life. I haven’t written smut in four years and this is my first attempt at it. This is also my 1st official post for kinktober. About the banner/gif: @littlefreya‘s inspired me to do one. The gif edition is mine, but I don’t know who the gif itself belongs to (let me know if you do). I really ope you all enjoy it! Also, not beta’d. xoxo

Tatiana van Doren was not a force to mess up with. The van Doren family and the Corleones had always been on each other’s bad side. Their mutual hatred transpassed the invisible strings of time and, all that despise, disdain and hostility towards each other carried on through generations and generations. It definitely hadn’t missed out on Tatiana van Doren and Michael Corleone, the oldest children to take over the two businesses.

Interaction between the two of them was always hard. The only exceptions were when both had to attend any kind of social gatherings, where they had to maintain politeness and grace. Usually, they were always at each other’s throats like cat and rat, always pushing each other’s buttons to nothing but pure and inexplicable rage. Michael always made Tatiana turn into an angry beast who wouldn’t keep quiet, and she did the same thing to him. He couldn't even recognize himself when he was around her. Michael always tried his best to suppress his emotions and stay indifferent, but with her, he just couldn’t do that. He brought out the worse in her, and she did the same to him.

So, that meant that business between them was nearly impossible. They'd joined forces against a common enemy and that involved mastering a hazardous business deal which included exchanging weapons imported from the docks. Of course, it hadn’t been easy to find something both agreed on.

“Miss van Do-”, Michael’s secretary started to speak, standing in a flash from his chair in a futile attempt to try and stop her.

Tatiana was on a warpath as she blasted through his office door and almost took it off its hinges. She didn’t give a damn about discretion and was ready to take out the revolver from her thigh holster and shoot any bastard that dared to stand in her way.

Michael’s eyes were wide from the action as he snapped his head up from his work. His eyes soon narrowed when he saw exactly who had interrupted him and caused such a scene. Her dark, doe-eyes no longer had that sparkle full of mischief and teasing. Instead, they held complete and utter anger as she pierced holes into him, her chest weaving up and down in an erratic rhythm.

“I tried to stop her, Mr Corleone. I’m sorr-,” his secretary started. Michael interrupted him putting his hand up, a gesture for him to be quiet before he silently dismissed him and he left both alone.

Michael took a deep breath and finally brought his eyes back to the brunette girl. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her day-to-day teasing and uncontrollable annoying mouth, that just wouldn’t close without spurting snarky comments about how he conducted his work.

“Do you not listen, princess?” he asked with a calm voice, his brow arching in question. He clenched his jaw so tightly he thought his teeth might crunch under the tension of his frustration, .

Tatiana’s face completely fell in disbelief at his audacity, and her eyes soared into his so intensely the Corleone almost took a step back. Him calling her like that made her blood boil, and he knew that.

“I’m sorry? I don’t fucking listen?!” the words started to violently fall from her lips, like bullets hitting their targets. “I told you not to move the contraband under a fucking full moon! We agreed on that! And what do you go and do?!” she asked, prodding her index finger towards him as she spoke. Her eyes were wild with fury as she looked at him.

While she did her small angry speech, Michael couldn’t help but notice how well that floral-print summer dress hugged her body, leaving little to the imagination. To his imagination, that would happily fill in the gaps late at night, both when he couldn’t sleep and when he’d dream of her. Of course, his dark desires were well hidden as he kept a stern look and averted his eyes back to his desk. He moved his hand to align a piece of paper that fell as he stood up to confront the intruder in his office, shrugging her comment off with an emotionless glance.

This only pissed her off more.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” she continued, striding in front of him so she'd force him to make eye contact. She was fuming. “My men could’ve been caught because of you. Because you’re so fucking dull.”

Her fast breathing matched his clenched body, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run right through her while he looked down into her eyes. He seemed to be staring right through her. They'd never been so close before and, by how he was staring at her, she couldn’t help but feel like a prey, about to be devoured by its predator.

“You’re a dull fucking bastard,” she mumbled, not even a bit intimidated by him.

He inhaled so quickly and sharply before he brought his hand up to her throat, she had no time to register what had happened. Tatiana winced as she felt the impact of her back hitting the wall, her eyes immediately locking onto his. She wasn’t surprised by his action. Instead, it surprised her with the effect it was having on her. Her body was tingling everywhere, sending shivers through her spine and sending a fire straight down to her core. The feeling of Michael’s strong hand clenched around her throat, not hurting but still strong enough to keep her in place, was doing more to her than she wanted to admit. That she would like to admit. He could squeeze the life out of her if he wanted to — the predator could easily devour his prey. But by the look on his eyes, she knew those weren’t his plans.

She gathered her posture back up, that mischievous glint that he so much hated returning to her eyes. Even though she wanted to be devoured by him, she couldn’t help the words coming out of her mouth.

“What are you going to do, Michael? Kill me,” she asked, her voice slower than usual, “or fuck me?” she rolled out the last words with the pop of her tongue, sounding almost like a purr.

Unsurprisingly, he slammed his lips down to hers, pressing her further against the wall, his hand still strong on her throat. Then, he pulled away abruptly as his hand loosened its grip around her neck, uncertainty making its way to his mind. As Tatiana slowly opened her eyes, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman on Earth at that moment, without the ice wall she had built around herself. He knew that doing what she did, she had to protect herself, but she was even prettier when she didn’t need to hear that mask. And she definitely didn’t have to wear it around him. Michael could see straight through her without any effort.

Tatiana could see his jaw clenching as she brought her hand to his neck, slowly dancing her fingertips over his skin. As they reached his face, her eyes repeatedly travelled from his lips to his eyes, which were following every single one of her movements with attention. His chocolate eyes softened at the look of longing in hers, but then it was gone as fast as it came as she smirked up at him. Her fingers finally reached his lips, tracing a line in them before moving her hand to the back of his neck and entwining in his soft hair as she stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to his, pulling him closer by the neck. It was slow and sensual, giving each other to explore that uncharted path that they had been longing to discover for a long time now. His hand left her throat and travelled down her back, while the other found the back of her neck. Their kiss got needier and hungrier by the second, the mutual desire finally coming to light after being repressed and ignored for so long. They kissed until both couldn’t breathe, pulling away and kissing again, letting their tongues dance together in a harmony they could only find in each other.

She could feel herself getting flushed, her skin hot, as if she could make fireworks explode every single time that sinful mouth of his made contact with her skin. He was kissing a path down her neck and her collarbone, quickly pulling down and exposing her breasts, begging for his attention. The shape of his erection pressed against her felt like hard marble, and it only made her even wetter than she already was, feeling her panties soaked.

A moan left her lips as his hot mouth sucked on her breast, and Michael felt his cock twitch in pain at that heavenly sound. He hadn’t even touched her where she needed him the most, but she was already a panting mess from his kisses alone. He knew he was going to leave marks on her body as he sucked, kissed and bit every piece of skin available to his reach.

Her heart skipped some beats as he started kneading on her thigh, her whole body tensing with expectation and anticipation as his hand went up slowly. She knew he was doing that on purpose — he wanted to torture her, and it was working. Michael finally found the hem of her underwear and stole the air out of her lungs when one of his fingers dipped down her cunt, meeting no restrain.

“So wet for me,” he whispered in her ear, watching carefully every reaction that crossed her beautiful face.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

Tatiana had to cling to his white shirt as his finger swiftly entered her, moans and sighs leaving her mouth as they pleased. Her eyes fluttered closed as he started moving up and down, his finger soon joined by another, while his other hand remained on the side of her head.

But his torture wasn’t going to end. When her heart started beating faster and her breathing got unstable, he slowed down, only to speed up again when her breathing went back to normal. Over and over and over again, lever letting her chase her high. He could see the eagerness and irritation on her face. The fact that she was entirely at his mercy and under his control only made him harder, if that was even possible.

“Michael…” she moaned. He could hear the exasperation in her voice.

“Yes, princess? he replied in a mocking tone, never stopping his movements.

He knew how impatient she was growing.

“I… I want you,” she admitted, making a smirk appear on the corner of his lips.

God, how ironic it was for the roles to be inverted.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, darling,” he said, his hot breath against her neck.

“I want you,” she repeated, this time staring into his eyes. Her voice was nothing but a desperate plea. “Your cock, buried deep inside me. Please," she muttered, almost whining. "Please, fuck me. Please!”

Her raspy voice full of desire and need turned a switch inside of him. Having her beg for him was exactly what he wanted, and now he just couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her too, badly, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her. Pulling his fingers out, he held her by her thighs as he picked her up and placed her on his desk, throwing its contents to the floor and not giving a fuck about it.

Tatiana watched impatiently as he unbuckled his belt and finally released his cock, painfully hard. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as she wondered how it would feel on her mouth, against her tongue.

And then he thrust into her, and she felt like her brain had short-circuited and stopped working. Was she even alive? Was she breathing?

"Like this?" he asked, but she couldn’t even reply. "You like it when I fuck you like a whore?" his voice was almost aggressive, his hands holding tight on her hips where he knew would be purple tomorrow.

A breathy "yes" left her lips, followed by a series of moans that only made him even closer, feeling the way her velvet walls enveloped him with perfection.

"I bet,” she started to say, but a loud moan interrupted her, “you've… you’ve dreamed..." it was hard for her to finish her sentence, getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, "of this."

Even with his cock thrusting in and out of her and hitting every right angle, making her roll her eyes with bliss and see stars, she still managed to be snarky.

“All the fucking time," he growled back, and one of his hands found its way to her throat, squeezing lightly, testing the waters. His other hand was busy, rubbing circles in her clit that made her feel as if she was going to explode.

He knew he was in good waters when his name left her ajar lips in a scream, Tatiana shutting her eyes closed, overwhelmed with the pleasure building up inside of her. Quite satisfied with himself, he applied a lot more pressure around her neck, and he felt her getting tighter around him.

"Fucking you on my desk until you couldn't speak was all I wanted when you wouldn't shut up," he said, punctuating his last words with some particularly hard thrusts.

"Michael," she moaned, almost begged, and his name on her voice could've made him come alone. It could easily turn into one of his favourite sounds, and he could get used to hearing it all day long.

Well, he had fulfilled his goal — she was nothing but a moaning mess under him right now. She couldn’t form a sentence even if she wanted to, her brain simply wasn’t working. The only word that came out of her lips in-between moans and sighs at that moment, the only word she knew, was “Michael”, chanting his name like a prayer as if he was a god meant for her to praise.

He admired her as she threw her head back in complete bliss, her eyes clenched tightly and her mouth agape as the pleasure overtook her. Her hands were gripping the edges of his mahogany desk so firmly that her knuckles were turning white. No one could say this was the mighty, feared Tatiana van Doren, cheeks red and flushed, out of breath and eyes out of focus, her breasts exposed, spread out on his desk while he impaled her with his cock, each time sending her over the edge and into oblivion. To him, she had never looked prettier.

Michael was completely enthralled by her, mesmerized by the way she moved, her face, her expressions, the way she grasped his cock and made him see stars. It was as if she’d cast a spell on him, making him feel like no one had ever done before. Now that he finally had had a taste of her and her ferocity, he couldn’t let her go anymore. He couldn’t even understand how he’d gone so long without her, but now he knew he definitely couldn’t keep on without her.

Who would have imagined all it’d take to tame a beast was another beast?

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 5 years

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Book One: Death (Noctis x Reader) Chapter Eighteen

A/n: As we're coming up to the end of this short book, I want to say that the ending won't match the game at all and I hope it'll be a nice change of pace. Hope you all enjoy this next chapter! Love you all!!! •••••••••••••••••••• On the boarding platform, Noctis glanced at the others. "You guys mind if we stop in Tenebrae?"

"I don't see why not," (Y/n) said, smiling at her boyfriend.

"Might as well hop off," Prompto said.

Gladio still didn't like the idea of stopping, but he couldn't say no. "If it helps him move on."

Noctis addresses Ignis before boarding the train and departing. "We're here for you."

Prompto nodded with a smile. "Yeah, let us help you."

"Don't hesitate to ask if you need a shoulder to lean on," (Y/n) added.

The boarding bell begins to ring, signaling the passengers to return. "And we're off!" Prompto cheered as he entered the train.

(Y/n) gave Ignis a helping hand and hooked their arms together. She helped him up the stairs, onto the train, and to a nearby seat. As the advisor sat down, she felt a chill crawl down her spine. Her head snapped up, staring at the door that led to the train car behind them. Unconsciously, she gripped Ignis' sleeve tightly as she fell into a trance.

"(Y/n), is there a problem?" The bespectacled advisor questioned at feeling her grip on his clothes.

Death jumped slightly as she snapped out of her petrified state. "I... I don't know. Excuse me for a moment." The Horseman releases her hold on the strategist and walks down the aisle to check out the next train car.

"Hey, (Y/n), where're you going?" Noctis asked as he stood from his seat.

"Going to check something out. I'll be right back," she responded before opening the door and entering the adjoining train car.

Stepping through the doorway, the other passengers eyed her as she walked down the aisle. Ignoring their stares, she followed the eerie presence to another train car until she reached one of the many dining cars. People were enjoying drinks at the bar while others ate at the booths. She glanced around at them as she felt the unsettling presence vanish. (Y/n) recognized the aura and who it belonged to, but she didn't spot the man that matched.

Seeing her flustered expression, one woman stood from her seat and approached her. "Are you alright, Miss?"

"Y-Yes. Excuse me." (Y/n) left the dining car and headed back to the others. When she didn't find the boys where she last saw them, the Horseman checked the remaining cars. Death remembered the number of the boys' cabin Prompto had graciously told her and decided to check that next. When the door slid open to the cabin, the train's brakes screeched loudly and (Y/n) lost her balance, causing her to fall. Glancing out the window as she got to her feet, she saw an army of magiteks marching towards the train. "Great..."

Death summoned her scythe, destroyed the window, and jumped out of the train. Further down the way, she spotted Noctis and Prompto fighting side by side. Slicing through a few MTs, (Y/n) saw tanks approaching and aiming at the train. Running as fast as she could, the Horseman concentrated her attacks on a single tank. Once she ruptured the engine, she jumped away and avoided the explosion. As the tank exploded, the large fire took a handful of magiteks with it.

(Y/n) eyed the two boys fighting as Noctis targeted another tank and Prompto shot a few MTs. When she saw the blonde's form, she knew something was off. She also took note of how his usually cheery banter was filled with a strange silence.

"(Y/n), move!" Someone shouted as she was tackled to the ground. Her eyes traveled to where she was previously standing and saw a blade lodged into the cement.

Death sighed, scolding herself mentally for not paying attention. "Thanks for the save, Noct. What's the deal with Prompto?" She asked as the boy helped her up and sliced another MT in half.

"Uh," Noctis looks at his best friend. "He looks normal to me." The girl was unconvinced, but she dropped the subject as she fought alongside Noctis.

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Prompto and (Y/n) returned to the train while Noctis handled the tanks. Once the two were safely aboard, the train slowly started gaining speed. As the train picked up speed, Death stared at the blonde with sharp (e/c) eyes. "Where's the real Prompto?"

The fake Prompto simply offered an eerie and skin-crawling smile in response. (Y/n) went to summon her weapon, but she stopped at the sound of the door in the back of the train car opening. A flustered and frightened Ardyn entered and quickly closed the door behind him. Once his golden eyes landed on (Y/n), she connected the puzzle pieces. She knew the one who was posing as Prompto was, indeed, the chancellor.

Before Death could summon her scythe and pierce the man's flesh, a blade was driven through her back. She gasped at the sudden rush of pain, as she glanced down at the blade that protruded from her gut. Blood trickled down her mouth as she felt the crimson substance pouring from her gaping wound as the real Ardyn yanked the sword from her body.

"No!" The real Prompto shouted as (Y/n) saw he no longer looked like the man that stabbed her. Coughing violently, blood spurted everywhere as her vision wavered and her legs felt heavy underneath her. She took a single step forward and fell to the floor, blood pooling around her. She heard Prompto shout her name and a warm hand against her face before her body went numb and all was consumed by darkness.

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Feeling returned to (Y/n)'s body as she felt something cold against her face. Slowly, she regained feeling in her arms and legs before her eyes fluttered opened. She inhaled deeply and her vision steadied, exhaling heavily as she glanced around to see where she was. Death recognized the bunk beds and knew she was in the boys' cabin aboard the train. A few feet away, Noctis stood with his back to her as he stared out the window. (Y/n) realized the train was stopped and wondered how long she'd been unconscious.

When the Horseman sat up in the bed, the mattress beneath her squeaked. The small noise alerted the boy, causing him to turn around. "You're finally awake," he sighed in relief.

"How long was I out?" (Y/n) inquired as she examined the area she was impaled, running her hand over the healed skin.

"A few hours," he replied as he sat down beside her.

"What... What happened after I was stabbed?"

Noctis was silent for a few seconds before telling Death all that happened after she fell unconscious. The Horseman learned of the incident with Prompto and became worried for his safety. He also told her of the daemon infestation and how Leviathan came to their aid. Now, the train was stopped at the station in Tenebrae due to how dangerous the tracks were for the civilians to be traveling without protection.

(Y/n) leaned back, flopping down on the mattress. Her inky locks sprawled around her head as she stared up at the bottom of the top bunk. "Guess we'll need another way to reach Gralea."

"Really?" Noctis huffed in surprise.

"What?" Death asked.

"You were stabbed, killed, and now back. You're not gonna question any of that?"

"Psh, I've been stabbed and killed plenty of times. You get used to it and stop questioning it."

"Yeah, well," Noctis flopped on his back beside her. "I'm not getting used to it anytime soon. You should also wash your hair."

(Y/n) flew up and off the bed, dashing to the bathroom. Inside, she stared at her inky locks and saw the blood that tainted them. She grabbed a few strands and pressed her fingers against the blood. Rolling her eyes, Death groaned as she leaned against the sink. "It's dry..."

"Need some help?" Noctis offered, standing in the doorway.

"I was just about to shout for you. Get in here!" The Horseman grabbed Noctis' arm and yanked him into the bathroom.

"Why not just take a shower?" The boy advocated.

"Because that would require too much time and I only need to clean my hair. It seems you did a pretty good job at cleaning the rest of my body of blood, pervert."

"I'm not a pervert!" Noctis shouted as he tossed the rag he used to clean (Y/n) in the sink.

Death grinned, deciding to tease him further. "Mm, I know you've been wanting to get some alone time, but there are definitely better ways to try and get it."

Noctis knew she was teasing, but he couldn't help the truth from slipping. "You were dead and I was the only viable option since you're my girlfriend. Not like I could've explained the circumstances to another girl on board as I asked for her help to clean a corpse that would reanimate in a few hours."

The Horseman was stumped. "... Good point." (Y/n) sat down on the toilet lid as she grabbed a spare towel. "Now, will you help me clean my hair?"

"Yeah, just... turn around."

Death did as she was told and turned around on the toilet lid. Noctis grabbed another towel and wetted it before grabbing a handful of (Y/n)'s hair and cleaning the dry blood from them. While the boy tended to what she couldn't see or reach easily, the Horseman wetted the towel she grabbed and pulled a few strands over her shoulder so she could start purging her hair of blood. As she trailed the towel through her tresses, a question popped into mind. "How'd you get my body to the cabin without others seeing or asking questions?"

"Not gonna answer that."

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Noctis and (Y/n) left the train once she was cleaned and spotted Gladio and Ignis resting on a bench. The brute saw them approaching and grinned at Death. "Dead girl walking."

The Horseman crossed her arms with a sigh. "How long have you been waiting to use that one?"

"Quite a while," he responded with a faint chuckle.

"Yeah, well, this dead girl can send ya six feet under in less than a second."

Ignis raised his head, looking in (Y/n)'s general direction. "Glad to hear you are well, (Y/n)."

"Must've been one hell of an injury if it took a few hours to heal. Then again, internal injuries take longer to heal regardless of you're mortal or immortal," Death casually responds.

Suddenly, a woman with silver hair pulled up into a ponytail sauntered over with a hand on her hip. "Well, look who's here."

Confused as to who she was, Death simply eyed her sharply. Noctis patted her on the shoulder, signaling the woman before them wasn't the enemy. "Aranea. Guess we've got you to thank for this mess?"

"More to it than meets the eye. You wanna know who to thank? Come with me," Aranea responded with a sigh.

"Can't wait to hear this."

The group follow Aranea and as they walked, the ex-mercenary had pinpointed who (Y/n) truly was. Death asked how the silver-haired woman knew and she learned about her when Noctis, Prompto, and Ignis were hunting down mythril for the sea vessel. Apparently, the raven-haired boy was moping and Aranea questioned him as to why he was down in the dumps. From there, Noctis had divulged details about who she was on accident due to him being on cloud nine. Ignis has scolded the prince for sharing such information, but Aranea swore she wouldn't tell anyone and tried to cheer Noctis up.

After listening to the story, (Y/n) stared into the distance. Guilt gnawed at her heart as she seemed to fall behind. No matter who comforted her, the feeling wouldn't vanish for a long while. She clasped her hands together, fiddling with her fingers as she was now following behind the three boys.

"Hey." (Y/n)'s gaze was torn from where she was staring and to the owner of the voice. Noctis had stopped as Aranea continued to escort Gladio and Ignis. "I know what you're thinkin' and you need to stop."

"That's a lot to do, especially now that I know how much my absence affected you. Maybe I should've just-"

Noctis grabbed her shoulders and squeezed them. "Don't you dare finish that damn sentence."

"But, Noct-"

"No. Just... shut up."

Leaning forward, Noctis sealed (Y/n)'s lips with a kiss. The sudden kiss caught Death off guard, but she welcomed the blissful sensation with open arms.

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