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[aceecee]

Insatiable - Extra #8

The original idea I had for Insatiable, actually I didn't have a title for it back then. It was meant to be a Sylus fic, I have no idea how it turned out to what it's become.

I might write this in the future.

Masterlist

The man is silent as he enters your apartment. 

The air is heavy with regret…guilt.

You know why he’s here. You can feel your heart breaking at the realisation but you hide it all. Nothing on you gives away any feeling. It’s not fair to the man, he’d been honest to you from the start that nothing real would ever form between you two. He told you all about the woman he truly loved, the one he was waiting for. You don’t feel any malice for her, from the way he had described her, she was an astonishing person, someone who deserved a man like him by her side.

“I’m guessing you found her,” your smile is soft because even though it hurts, his happiness wins over your desires. 

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you know what’s coming. The two of you had discussed this. “I guess that's it,” you follow up. 

“This is goodbye then, Sylus.”

“Goodbye.”

Sylus doesn’t know what to feel as he walks away from you.

He shouldn’t be this conflicted. It was never meant to be difficult. 

He was never meant to get attached.

Whatever the two of you had was always transactional. He had sought you out - a hacker with excellent capabilities - you had a reputation around the N109 zone. At first the both of you kept a clear distance, your help made his operations a lot easier. As time progressed so did whatever it was between the both of you. He made sure to keep his intentions clear, it wouldn’t be fair otherwise.

It was just sex, he told himself as he held you in his arms.

It was just sex, he told himself as he kissed you.

It was just sex, he told himself as he caressed you.

He repeats those same words now as he walks away.

Six months pass and not a day goes by when he doesn’t think of you.

Things with Miss Hunter never take off. Her heart now belongs with someone else and Sylus doesn’t even care. He’s the only one who remembers their past together, there’s no need to burden her with the memories. Instead, the two become fast friends. 

One night, he finds himself telling her about you. She offers no kind words as she berates him for leaving you. 

“You idiot! You’re clearly in love with her. What are you still doing here?”

He’s back at your apartment. He found himself here a lot these last months, simply standing outside but never knocking. For he had left you, what right does he have to come back in your life?

He knocks this time.

No response.

“[Name]?”

Nothing. 

Sylus has been in the game for a long time, one thing he’s learnt is to never avoid his instincts. They had helped him with never making deals with the wrong people, and helped him with finding the right person to trust.

And right now, those instincts were screaming that something was wrong.

He easily bypasses the electric lock on your door. What greets him inside is nothing. All the walls are devoid of any decorations, the photos you had up of your deceased family and current friends are gone. There’s no furniture anywhere. The entire place has been swept clean, not a speck of dirt left behind.

If someone figured out how to leave the N109 zone, it would be you.

Five years and six more months have gone by. Not a single trace of you has been found, you haven’t made it easy with your capabilities. None of your friends know where you are. You’ve left everyone behind.

He still hasn’t given up, no matter how long it takes, he will find you. Mephisto misses you. The twins miss you. 

Sylus misses you.

The little girl stares back at him.

“Are you Stylus? Mummy said to give this to you,” she pronounces his name wrong. With red eyes and white hair, it doesn’t take a genius to know who this kid is. She hands him a letter. 

“It’s Sylus,” he explains. The kid blinks at him, clearly not expecting such a deep voice. As he rips the letter open, the kid repeats his name over and over again.

Sylus,

If it is you reading this letter then I suppose you’ve met Ruby.

He looks back into those red eyes that mirror his. His daughter’s name is Ruby…how fitting.

“What is your favourite gem?” he asked as the both of you perused the collection.

He watches as you pick you out a gem and hold it next to his eye. “Perfect match,” you grin at him. 

“Right now it’s rubies.”

He brings the kid inside, get’s her situated while he reads the rest.

I would have told you but I only figured out I was pregnant when I had already left. I tried to get in touch but the number you gave me no longer worked and I was not going into that area while pregnant or with a child in my arms.

I’ll admit a part of me didn’t want to, I was afraid you wouldn’t accept our child. That I would ruin your future with your hunter.

I know deep down that you’re not that kind of man but even I get insecure sometimes.

I don’t know how but some shady organisation discovered she’s your child. I have a theory that one of them must have met you and if you’ve seen Ruby, then it’s obvious. I did some digging on this organisation and it’s not good. At first I thought they were some small fry but I’ve discovered transactions that go deep, they have a lot of rich people in their pockets which means they’re very powerful. What they have against you, I have no idea. They’re good at covering their tracks.

It’s why I sent Ruby to you, you’ll be able to protect her. 

I made them think that I was running away with her while I sent her alone to you. I led them away so she could get to you.

Don’t come looking for me. If I’m successful in tricking them then I’ll come to you and we can finally have the conversation we should have had years ago. If I don’t come back, then I’m dead. I offer no leverage to these people so they’ll kill me.

I’ve attached a hard drive containing all the information I have on them, with your resources it should be easy to end them.

Take care of Ruby for me, okay? She’s all I have. Tell her I love her so much.

P.S. she’s allergic to nuts, her bag has epipens but make sure to keep many around the house! She also needs a story every night or she’s not going to sleep. She has a lot of energy (I blame you for that) so make sure to burn it out of her every day. She has a sweet tooth but don’t give in! She’ll flash you puppy eyes but you have to stay strong, she’s a menace and she knows it.

You don’t sign it with your name but you don’t have to. It’s clear the letter is from you.

The familiar sensation of regret wraps its arms around him. You had been pregnant when he left you. All this time, you had dealt with it all on your own. You might die on your own too.

He can’t have that happen.

A small hand tugs at his pants. 

“Are you my dad? You look like me,” Ruby asks.

He leans down and pokes her cheek. “You look like me, I’m older,” he says softly. 

It’s the confirmation the girl needs, her walls crumble around her father. Tears gather in her eyes. “Will mummy be okay? I want her back.”

Without thinking, he cradles the girl into his arms. His shirt becomes wet with her tears. 

He’s already failed you twice. There won’t be a third time.

“I’ll bring her back.”

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[destheoren]

Love and Deepspace Non MC Reader Fics

(list inspired by: @erisnxxi )

made this collection for myself and to keep track of everything I've read so far. some are crossposted on tumblr and ao3 so I'll try to add both links (though i might miss some so let me know).

Status: Unedited & Incomplete tags; More fics to be added soon

symbols (will use soon):

✧ - smut

♡ - yandere/possessive/obsessive

☆ - angst

✴︎ - isekai/reincarnation/transmigration/reverse isekai

☁︎ - fluff

𖥔 - self aware au (technically counts as nonmc)

Caleb:

Rotten Apples by hcntrcss: (ao3) (tumblr)

Echoes in Space by feralaffection: (ao3)

Live, for Me by kat_the_cat: (ao3)

Psychosomatic by minamidwinter: (ao3)

The Colonel's Keeper by saintobio: (tumblr)

Weightless Paradise by luvl3ss: (ao3) (tumblr)

The Engineer's Gravity by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

back to friends by hxlxnaaa: (tumblr) (ao3)

keeper by "anonymous": (ao3)

mine by captivating-flavors: (tumblr)

best friend's brother au by mandalhoerian7: (tumblr)

Caleb's Spitfire - MC Twin AU by lily-jaxk: (tumblr)

fake dating by militaryapple: (tumblr)

Caleb becomes a wet rat (and gets unpixelated?!) by 4-the-l0ve-0f-art : (tumblr) (ao3)

Sylus:

Rewriting Fate by feralaffection: (ao3)

when love arrives-- and when she leaves. by cainis: (ao3)

Inside an Otoge: Mister Dragon, Let Me Love You by writerclaire: (ao3) (tumblr)

A Second Life for Strays! by stupidboy: (ao3)

Error 404 by ittybittyfanblog: (tumblr)

Impartial Hearts by ladsonlads: (tumblr)

surprise encounter by kitimeq: (tumblr)

calm and serenity by blueivyy99: (tumblr)

breaking my heart, 'tis the season, i guess by cainis: (ao3)

the sin & the sinner by saintobio: (tumblr: 1, 2, 3)

heartbreak anniversary with sylus by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

hurts so good by comatosebunny09: (tumblr)

merry christmas, mr. sylus by comatosebunny09: (tumblr: 1, 2, 3)

sensitive by comatosebunny09: (tumblr: 1, 2)

a curse between us by eelliotss: (tumblr: 1, 2)

Fourth Wall by always-just-red: (tumblr)

Onychinus' Finest by always-just-red: (tumblr)

Emptiness by antaresr: (ao3)

ikigai by lighting_and_shadow: (ao3)

maybe by captivating-flavors: (tumblr)

enough by captivating-flavors: (tumblr: 1, 2)

Sylus' Darling - MC Twin AU by lily-jaxk: (tumblr)

out of bounds by novthirty: (tumblr)

Zayne:

Nocturne of Twilight by chuloyi: (ao3) (tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4)

My Wedding Vow Is To Divorce You by kira-loves0905: (tumblr)

lost among the pages by lazylattedgleam: (tumblr)

just give me your forever by shaiyasstuff: (tumblr: 1, 2)

heartbreak anniversary with zayne by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

Gymnopédie no. 1 by deltachye: (ao3)

giliw ko (my dear) bybarefootindecember (ao3: 1, 2) (tumblr: 1, 2)

date by captivating-flavors: (tumblr)

Rafayel:

jealousy in the game by melkar: (ao3)

Intimations of Immortality by thyrd_pardie: (ao3)

When you suddenly wake up in Linkon City by irandial: (ao3) (tumblr)

heartbreak anniversary with rafayel by mephisto-reporting: (tumblr)

Fourth Wall by always-just-red: (tumblr)

Rafayel's Muse - MC Twin AU by lily-jaxk: (tumblr)

a blessed bond, broken by time by yuansie: (tumblr: 1, 2)

ocean memories by yuansie: (tumblr)

burning hearts by maddamoiselle: (tumblr)

Xavier:

Meet Me at the Edge of Time by oeggchi: (ao3)

three hours past midnight by savouringmidnights: (tumblr)

glass half full by shaiyasstuff: (tumblr)

we can't be friends by kitimeq: (ao3) (tumblr)

Multi

Insatiable by Aceecee: (ao3) (tumblr)

Fake by urlulugululueverythinggoessmoothulu: (a03)

Wildest dreams by tactfulao3: (ao3)

Cats & Deepspace by thxforthemmrs: (ao3)

on the sideline by rqyup: (tumblr)

they forget your anniversary by yeosatinyngz: (tumblr)

Hugs are Mandatory by whosashan: (tumblr)

Sneakyyy by whosashan: (tumblr)

Bitter by whosashan: (tumblr)

Borrowed Time by eelliotss: (tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4)

I am in love and deepshit by amethystheartsx: (tumblr: 1, 2)

tempatio by morningstarfirstsin: (tumblr) (ao3)

A Hymn to You by lapetitecafe: (ao3)

[aceecee]

Insatiable - Chapter Six

TW for this chapter: some angst, reader displaying destructive behaviour just like with her ex-girlfriend, death, grieving or lack of it, themes of obsession and possessiveness

Don't worry, it's packed with a lot of fluff as well

AN: I will not apologise for my favouritism of Zayne.

WC: 6.2K

Masterlist

When the days are rough, he finds himself staring at the photo of the young girl. His eyes trained on her smile. The smile he failed to cherish too late.

The smile he’ll never see again. 

He doesn’t really care much for birthdays. 

But his family does. Many find it funny how such a stoic kid can belong to outgoing and extroverted parents. He wonders the same. 

The party is in their backyard, his parents wanted something extravagant but his wishes won in the end. It was easy to pull the ‘it’s my birthday’ card, he doesn’t ask for much often so he gets what he wants on the rare occasions he does.

Banners are strung up everywhere. His mother’s work. She’s also put balloons everywhere and decorated everything. Despite his wishes she had gotten a bouncy castle. He felt he was too old for it but his classmates seemed to enjoy it. He wasn’t close with the people in his year level, he didn’t know how to be friends with them and they saw him as cold. 

He doesn’t have to be a genius - though he is - to see that none of them want to be here. They give him strained smiles while their parents stand behind them, the reason as to why his classmates have been forced to attend. He almost feels bad for them.

They all disperse into their own groups after telling him a half-assed ‘Happy birthday’ and thrusting their gifts into his hand. He tosses the gifts to the pile, not interested in the contents. He’s more than happy to stay at the side, book in hand. It’s on the reading list for an upcoming subject and he likes to be prepared.

Besides, the actual people he wanted couldn’t make it. Caleb had a school trip and Mara was down with food poisoning. She had called him in tears, letting him know she couldn’t make it this morning with promises to make it up to him. Though a little disappointed, he wished her a well recovery and told her not to worry. That just left-

“Happy birthday, zayniee.” 

You. 

It left you.

You’re wearing a cute jumper, blue ombre in colour. He remembers when you had started knitting it. You’ve paired it with a black skirt and black tights. You’re wearing earrings in the shape of blue ribbons. You look cute. You’re smiling at him softly and there’s a rectangle box in your hands. It’s wrapped in brown paper with an ice blue ribbon and a card on the box. He’s intrigued. 

You hand him the box and he takes it. Instead of tossing it like the rest, he keeps it on his lap. 

You take the seat next to him, your legs don’t reach the floor so you settle for swinging them. “I’m sorry the others couldn’t make it. They felt bad.” He can’t imagine Caleb feeling sad for missing his birthday. He has no idea why the rascal didn’t like him. “It’s fine. It can’t be helped.” You just give another soft smile.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence as he continues reading his book.

“Oh, is that Monomania?”

He glances at you. “You’ve read it?”

“Yeah, I got bored one day. I liked it, the author did well balancing the themes of obsession and going too far but it also fell flat in many areas.”

He hums, an invitation to continue. “You want a small spoiler about the ending?” you ask. He turns to you and contemplates for a second before agreeing. 

“You won’t like it.”

“Like what?”

“The ending.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s more of a fairytale ending than the one even I anticipated.” 

“Is that what you think of me? Cold?”

“Not at all. But even you can’t deny that you can be a little…logical.”

“Hmm.” 

Of course you end up being right when he finishes the book the next day, a happy ending was not needed for a book like this. It ruined his morning a little. His parents didn’t notice the subtle pout on his face.

His mother calls everyone over to cut the cake. It’s ice-themed. He doesn’t like it. He feels you lean in towards him, touching each other’s shoulders. “At least it’s not a carrot cake,” you comfort him. 

At least it’s not a carrot cake, he repeats in his head. It’s weird how you always seemed to know the right thing to say. You seem to understand him a lot. He doesn’t know how to feel about it.

The both of you enjoy the cake together. Your love for sweets was the biggest thing you had in common.

After, it’s time to unwrap the gifts. He doesn’t mean to be unappreciative but it's clear his classmates don’t know him all too well. He’s left with unimaginative gifts like socks or simple clothing. He’ll just donate them.

A familiar brown wrapped box sits in front of him. He unconsciously saved it for last. He’s careful with unwrapping it, you’re watching him with anticipation and the last thing needed is for him to disappoint you with his reaction. The card on the box doesn’t say the stereotypical ‘Happy Birthday Zayne’ like the rest had. 

You’ve given him a coupon instead. ‘Ask [Name] to make you whatever sweet you desire’ is on it. Towards the bottom are five punch holes. He’ll have to be careful with his decisions. Your sweets are on a whole other world on their own, he’ll have to savour them. 

He removes the wrapping, it’s a vintage record player still in mint condition. You beam at the awed look in his eyes. There’s two vinyl records underneath. “They work, don’t worry. I wasn’t sure about your music taste so I picked at random. The shop I found had many more, I’ll take you there.” 

He flashes you a small smile. “Thank you,” he says softly. He’s never mentioned liking music around you or even talked about record players but the gift screams him in a shocking way.

You stare at him frozen for a second. He doesn’t realise you’re flustered when you avoid eye contact.

Maybe birthdays aren’t so bad. 

“I’m surprised [Name] isn’t with you. The two of you are always attached at the hip.” When leaving for the new cafe that had opened up, the last thing he expected to happen was meeting his childhood friend again. 

Mara was taller now. A hunter, he thinks feeling annoyed. She has a heart condition and chose one of the most extraneous jobs. It’s just like her. He remembers how [Name] had supported her in this endeavor. Zayne had missed you all these years. To everyone’s surprise, the two of you had become fast friends. He doesn’t understand how a warm person like you sought friendship in him but he’s glad you did. He regrets not keeping in touch.

He’s taken aback at the tears that gather in Mara’s dark brown eyes at his question. She’s grown to be a beautiful woman but his heart remains unaffected. He tries to imagine what you look like now.

Did they fight? He brushes the thought off. There’s no way the two of you would end up not friends. No the only reason he can come with for a separation is-

His eyes widened. 

No. No. No. 

“She’s dead.”

Mara had shown him where your grave was, right next to your parents. She’s waiting in the car while he visits you.

In his mind you had achieved your dream of being a bakery owner and were happy. It’s what you deserved.

He’s disgusted in himself. He’d run away like a coward in his childhood. He missed the extra years with you the others got. While he was busy with med school and then becoming a doctor, you were dead. You’d been dead this whole time and he had no idea.

He’ll spend the next few years just thinking. Thinking of you, of everything about you he can commit to memory. The only place you exist is in the minds of those you’ve left behind. He’ll think of missed chances and regrets. Sometimes he allows himself to fall into the what ifs, imagining a future with you that would never come to pass. These moments were rare, he only indulged in them at his weakest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to your grave.

It’s all he can say.

You had decided it would be best to keep your wishes to disappear to yourself. The twins would never break their allegiance to Sylus, not that you ever wanted them to. No, in the N109 zone, the only person you can fully trust is you. 

You had stayed up that night and came up with a mental checklist for escape. 

1. Find your own place. Not in the N109 zone. 

“No,” Sylus tells you. You’re standing before him in his office. He’s not even looking at you, too busy with the paperwork in front of him. His words bring a pout to your face.

[Why not?] 

“Because I said so. You’re not getting your own place. You have everything you need right here. You’re not leaving.” You glare at him and a hint of amusement flickers in his eyes. You hate that he never takes you seriously. “End of discussion.”

Taking in a deep breath - to calm the need to strangle him, it doesn’t work - you reluctantly relent. Instead you ask for something else. 

[Can I go visit my brother?]

It bruises your ego to ask for permission to do anything. You’re not a child, you’re nearly the age you were when you died the first time. But the N109 zone isn’t one you can just enter and leave when you want, unless you’re someone like Sylus. 

Your words stop him, he pushes away from the work on his desk. His attention is now fixed on you, his gaze leaves you on edge. Nearly two years have been spent with him and you still have no idea how to read him. It's frustrating, being able to read people has always been your strong suit, it helped with the constant manipulation you would pull. You had been happy to do his bidding without question before and now you regret the amount of control he has on you. 

“Why would I do that?” he crosses his arms. 

[Because it’s my brother…?]

He narrows his eyes at you.

“Why would I do that?” he repeats. 

[Because I just found out he’s alive and I want to see him. Not to meet him, I’ll watch from a distance. I just have to see him with my own eyes.] You give him a pleading look. He sighs and looks away, taking a few seconds to agree before looking at you again.

“Fine,” he reluctantly agrees. “But you know the ordeal by now. Do something for me in return.”

Ugh everything is always a business deal with him. 

“Sit,” he commands, gesturing at the chairs in front of him. You do.

He takes the glasses off his face. A shame. He looked very sophisticated in them. “That doctor you mentioned, there’s still nothing on her,” every month the two of you would meet and he’d relay the information he had found out and in the last year, not even a sentence could be written down. It left the both of you frustrated.

[Do you think..]

“That we have a traitor amongst us? Yes I’m sure of it now,” he finishes the thought for you. There’s a tick in his jaw. You don’t blame him, moles are annoying to deal with normally. But here in the N109 zone finding one is like finding a needle in a haystack. Everyone is a mole here. Finding the right one will be hard.

“Don’t worry, I already have a trap settled for our little rat. We’ll find them.”

His words don’t comfort you. They meant he’d known about the mole for a while, at least long enough to come up with a plan. Before your mind can go on a tirade at your developing distaste for your boss, he interrupts you. 

“Moving on, I’m sending you on your first mission.” You keep his stare. “After you come back from seeing your brother. Make sure to have no contact with anyone. No one can know you’re alive. Also remember to take your phone this time. Got it?”

Ah right. The phone he’d given you was rarely used. There was no point, all the people you communicated with lived under one roof and you all used Meph as a phone anyways. 

You nod. 

[Cross my heart and hope to die.]

He glares at you, not impressed.

That’s how you find yourself, staring at the mirror in your bathroom. 

Sylus had given you three days to visit Ei.

The weather in Linkon will be cold so you make sure to dress up in a nice wool coat. You have a small bag with you, there’s a few outfits in there and way too many pairs of undergarments. You’re not taking any chances. There’s a key to the hotel room Sylus had booked for you in there. The problem is the very large and very visible scar across your throat. You lift your head up a little to check it out. It’s still bright red. Your finger’s trail over it. The scar doesn’t feel as thick as it used to be but it’ll draw attention. You decide to take a scarf with you. 

You still haven’t decided on how to feel about it. On one hand, it’s frustrating not being able to talk. It gets in the way of your everyday life. Even if you can sign now, many people don’t understand it so you have to carry a tablet around. Your torturers/killers had taken so much from you that it doesn’t hurt emotionally that they’ve taken your ability to talk as well. On the other hand, you’ve gotten used to not speaking. No longer do you remember what you sound like.

Ah, well. No point dwelling on it.

Sylus will show you how to leave the N109 zone. The way he does. 

You feel like an imposter being back.

You had once built a life here but that’s been gone for a long time. You no longer have a place here.

First order of business is to visit the library, after you check into your hotel of course. The looks you receive all go ignored. You’re not humble about them, you’re aware of your beauty. 

You peruse the selection of books but none of them interest you. Sylus already had a vast collection and you weren’t interested to add to them. You weren’t here for the books either. No, you were here for the computers. 

You walk over to one and set your bag on the table. Sitting down, you turn it on. A book and a pen are retrieved from the bag. The purpose of your visit is to look for places available. A simple one bed will do. Hell, you’ll even take - you shudder at the thought - a studio. You browse through all the available properties, noting their addresses down.

Maybe if Sylus hadn’t proven time and time again he can’t be trusted then you would have accepted his ‘no’ without fighting. But, you have to look after yourself first. Besides, the small act of rebellion soothes you, you had grown a bit too complacent. He’ll find out, Sylus has too many ways of tracking you. The very phone he had given you which was currently in your bag for one. Mephisto for another, the city was loud and filled with people, everything is noisy so you have to really concentrate to hear the bird. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be following you. 

Second order of business is the graveyard, flagging down a taxi, you show the driver the address written on your book.

You walk by your own gravestone and you try your best not to register your parents’. You’re not ready. You stand before the gravestone you’re here for.

Caleb Xia.

He really died. 

You hadn’t been there.

He was dead.

And you weren’t there. 

Some friend you were. Your mind remains oddly blank as you stand in front of him. It’s not like you can even say anything to him. Not even the lies that easily roll off your tongue. You turn to leave.

Third order of business.

Akso Hospital. 

Zayne doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Not when his coworkers tell each other stories of those that took their last breath in the hospital, now doomed to forever roam the grounds. Not when Mara would tell him “spooky” stories to try and freak him out (it never works, he has no idea why she hasn’t given up). 

So then, why is there a ghost standing in front of him? 

The woman standing before him looks just like you - a grown up version of you. The rational part of him tries to answer, it’s just a coincidence that they look similar. It’s just a coincidence that the lady is standing right in front of the hospital room where your brother currently resides.

Just a coincidence. 

There’s no way you’re alive. There’s no way its you wearing that long black winter coat with the black scarf around your neck. The coat practically swallows the woman up, nothing about her body can be seen. It’s not you because you hated keeping your hair long. It’s not you because you'd never sport that dead emotionless look on your eyes. It’s not you because you loved sleeping and you would never have eye bags that huge.

It can’t be you.

As a doctor, he’s treated a variety of people, especially those who have experienced trauma. But his mind (heart) can’t accept the way you look. He never thought he would see you so broken. Just what have you gone through all these years?

The doctor in him is screaming. Yelling to stop standing there and fix you. 

He watches silently, frozen, as you contemplate entering the room. Your hand remains on the door handle, the window in it showing you the view of your brother inside. Eiden hasn’t noticed you, he’s fast asleep. The image of his rest calms you down. It’s a good thing he can still sleep peacefully. 

The ghost looks painfully human as she steps away from the door. You still haven’t made a single sound, even your steps are quiet. He sees you close your eyes for a few seconds, your hands come up to rub your arms, an effort to ground or comfort yourself. When they reopen you look more focused. You’ve made up your mind on something when you sharply turn and end up looking right at him.

He sees your eyes widen in shock. In realisation. He can no longer convince himself you’re a ghost or another woman, there’s no denying it. It’s you. 

The two of you remain frozen where you stand. Neither party makes a move. Neither of you speak either.

You break the moment by running away.

He watches as you leave him again. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Zayne wasn’t supposed to be working but when is a doctor’s schedule reliable? You saw him listed as Eiden’s doctor and you weren’t even surprised. No matter how hard you try to stay away from the main cast, your fate seems to be thread right through theirs. Fuck. You should’ve made a plan just in case. When has anything in this horrible world gone right for you???

You try to look for a taxi. Hell you’ll even break into a car if you have to. Anything to get out of here.

Your mind is unreliable in moments of panic. Every thought is dramatised and the actions you end up taking go too far. You’ll come up with a simpler solution later but by then the damage will often be done leaving you with regrets.

Oh my god, I should just kill myself. Yup, that’ll fix it.

The last thing you wanted was to see Zayne again. He’ll tell everyone, you can’t have that.

I should just kill him then! 

Before you can enact terrible crimes, your psychotic thoughts are thankfully halted at the hand on your shoulder.

You shove your shoulder away, stepping back until there’s a good distance between you. Zayne sees the fear in your eyes and his movements stop. 

“It’s you,” he finally says in awe.

You can’t look him in the eyes, there’s too many things in there for you to decipher. 

“[Name],” he calls out again. That gets your attention. It’s been so long since you’ve heard another say your name. Even after Sylus found out your real identity, he never acknowledged the name. As far as the world knows, [Name] is dead. 

He tries to take a step towards you but your eyes are trained on him, when he notices the dread on your face, he stays in place.

“Please…just don’t leave,” he begs. It’s so uncharacteristic of him but you’ve always been weak to a pretty man begging.

“Just wait,” he checks his watch, “for thirty minutes. I get off work and we can talk. That’s it. I only want to talk.” The desperation in his voice freezes any hesitation in your mind. Memories rush in your head, the two of you had been so close once. He’d never done you wrong.

[Only if you promise you won’t tell anyone.] It’s a gamble whenever you sign, fifty percent in your favour, either the person knows the language or they don’t. But if there’s one person you’d think did know, it would be Zayne. Besides, your hands are far too shaky to write.

As expected he looks surprised at the movement of your hands. “Why are you…” he notices the ‘don’t ask’ expression on your face. “Fine. I won’t tell anyone if you wait,” he clears his throat and gathers himself. His voice is clearer when he speaks again. “There’s a cafe down the street, wait for me there. It’s going to rain soon,” he hands you his credit card. His eyes show relief when you take it. His phone beeps and when he checks it you know he’s needed. You won’t let him choose between his responsibilities and you so you relent.

[I’ll be waiting.]

He gives you a small smile, there’s a thousand questions on his face that he doesn’t ask.

Zayne watches you through the glass of the cafe. 

You’re sitting at a two-person table. There’s an empty coffee cup in front of you, its warmth long gone. You haven’t ordered any food which worries him. He’d never known you to give up free food.

All his previous attempts of envisioning you grown up fall spectacularly against the real deal. The lashes on your eyes that he wants to count individually. The blemishes on your face have him wanting to know how they got there. The long nails you have that seem almost inhuman have him intrigued. Every part of you tells a story he desperately wants to know but it’s a tale you’re not ready to divulge. 

Maybe you’d rather have Mara around. Zayne isn’t the type of person people go to for comfort. He understands that. He can’t give you what you need.

But, fuck, he’s going to try. For you.

You take notice of him when he enters the cafe. Instead of going straight to you, he walks over to the counter. You watch him confused at the action until he returns with two plates. One has a strawberry shortcake and the other is a chocolate cherry tart. Your eyes lit up at the sweets and he suppressed the laugh bubbling in his throat. He notices your focus on the shortcake and places it in front of you.

None of you say anything, simply picking up your spoons and digging in. Then, like it's second nature, you pick your plate up and Zayne does the same, you put the shortcake in front of him and he gives you the tart. Neither of you can help the wide grins you bear when you realise what you both have done. An old memory resurfaces in your mind.

The five of you are currently on your way to the park, walking through the town. It’s a nice sunny day and none of you had anything going on so why not enjoy each other’s company? 

Calen, Mara and Eiden are at the front, talking animatedly with each other. You and Zayne are walking behind silent. 

“What do you think [Na-” Mara cuts her own words off when she looks back to you and realises that neither you or Zayne are there. The three of them retrace their steps and find the both of you by the bakery, your faces nearly pressed up against the glass.

“They’re at it again,” Caleb says, annoyed. “Why were we even surprised,” Eiden comments. Mara can’t help but watch on in jealousy. You were her friend, it’s her you should be doing stuff like this with.

“Those weren’t there last week,” you let Zayne know, two pairs of eyes trained at the batch of desserts displayed through the glass. “You’re right.” The two of you waste no time entering.

“C��mon,” Caleb grabs the wrists of the two people by his side, leading them away. “We’ll come back for them, they’re in their own world now.” At least he won’t have to share Mara with you today.

Zayne and you have developed a ritual of sorts. Since you’re both just children, you can’t buy all the sweets you’d like to. Each of you only carries enough money for a singular sweet on your person. So, you each order a different one and share. You order a sachertorte while he gets the mille-feuille. 

The both of you sit down and only take two bites. The first to taste the desert and the second to confirm if it is actually good. You groan at the thick chocolate and moisture of the cake, “It’s really good.” Zayne has to be careful with his, it’s made of puff pastry and can easily crack. “The custard in this is perfect,” he lets you know. You swap your plates around and try the second one.

The lecture you’ll end up getting from your parents about having too many sweets is worth it.

The smiles don’t wear off as you reminisce. 

There’s the smile he looked for in each passing person.

The both of you just stare into each other’s eyes, the words of the others in the shop blur out. The comfortable silence you often shared with him in your childhood returns, two pairs of eyes do all the talking. You break the contact by blinking and that breaks him out of his stupor. 

“I..” his words trail off as he overthinks what he’s going to say. You try to give him a comforting smile.

“I won’t ask about what happened. I won’t ask about why you’re not speaking either just…” your breath hitches at the look he gives you, mixed with desperation and yearning. “Let me examine you. Then I’ll be at ease.” 

Your gaze falls over the empty coffee cup as you consider his words. [I don’t do well with hospitals…or doctors really.] 

“That’s fine. We can go to my place,” he negotiates.

You should say no. You should walk out of here and never come back to him, your mind screams at you.

But it’s Zayne. The same Zayne who had left when he hurt the girl he cared about, Mara, not able to deal causing pain to someone he loved. The same Zayne who became a cardiologist to try and make it up to her. 

At your discomfort, a smile adorns his face. “I’m glad to see at least something hasn’t changed,” he muses.

You shoot him a confused look. He pauses, a look of contemplation in his eyes, wondering if he should continue his thought. He does.

“When we were kids you hated being taken care of, even by your family. Almost like you didn’t believe you deserved it,” he explained. “It didn’t stop you from caring for everyone else though.”

You didn’t think anyone noticed your guilt.

There’s a gentle flick to your forehead, snapping you out of your thoughts. You look up at him in awe. “Many are not fortunate to have those who cherish them, so stop running,” his voice is in a whisper, soothing as always.

Ironically, he speaks nearly the same words you had to Caleb. You were always the biggest hypocrite you’ve met.

[Okay.]

The ride to his place is silent.

True to his word, it starts to pour heavily. You worry for Mara when you can hear thunder. Is she still afraid of it? Your gaze is out the window, committing each image to memory. Fauna and flora were scarce in the N109 zone but they flourish here in Linkon city. It’s nice to see. Linkon city looks so alive compared to what you’ve become used to.

Zayne opens the door for you as you get out of the car. His house is just what one would expect of him. White and black are the primary colours. Everything is placed neatly and organised in a fitting manner. It still feels like a home, you can tell the place is cherished. 

“Come to my office,” he leads you into a room. He gestures for you to sit at the chair by his desk and you do. 

His hand reaches for your scarf. “I’m going to take this off now. Is that okay?” You nod and wait with bated breath as he works on removing it, gently pulling out any hair tangled in it. His gaze is like steel when he sees the scar. You stop breathing all together when his fingers trace over it before removing them completely, his hand clenched into a ball by his side. Even his anger is silent. 

[It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt at all. I’ll speak again, don’t worry.] You don’t like seeing him like that. His eyes soften at your words. Only you would try and comfort him about your injury. He kneels before you, hands reaching your left one. He looks over the injury he had caused. He doesn’t have to speak for you to hear his thoughts. You pull your hand out of his.

[Not your fault.]

“How did you stop me that day?”

When you don’t make a move to sign, he sighs. Another secret…

“Neverm-”

[If I knew I would tell you. Truth is my body moved on its own that day. I haven’t done it since then.]

“Ah.” 

You can’t help the giddiness as you look over the boy you used to know. He’s become a man now, he’s become the Zayne you used to squeal over. Part of you misses the chubbiness he had in his face but the other part appreciated the sharp look he has now. He’s grown even more taller, and his clothes do a bad job of hiding the muscles underneath. And - oh wow- his eyes are so beautiful. You could look at them all day and never be bored.

Due to his stoicism, many like to paint him as a cold and indifferent person. You yourself thought he’d be like that with you, that his kindness was only reserved for the MC. You had been proven wrong every step of the way. You know better now.

That unlike his evol, Zayne is warm. Not in the way of body temperature or even his outward personality. He was warm in the way he adores animals. In the unique way he shows his care. In his touch. In the way he’d always been careful to never hurt your feelings growing up. You could go on about him all day. None of these things were noticeable at a first meeting with him, maybe even the second but you’re glad he let you in so you could learn them.

You have no doubt that he’s an amazing doctor. His patients must feel so lucky knowing that their physician will advocate for them and has their back. There are only four people that restore your faith in humanity and he’s one of them.

Without thinking, your hand reaches out and cradles his face. He lets out a gasp at the contact before engulfing your hand with his and leaning his face into your hand further. His eyes close and the peaceful expression on his face does not help the erratic beating of your heart.  

“I’ll make some tea. Would you like that?” He’s staring at you so earnestly as he kneels, your hands still touching. You lick your suddenly dry lips, all too aware of how his eyes follow the muscle. You nod. This was getting too intimate. He lets go of your hand and stands up. “I’ll be back,” he says.

You decide to survey his office while you wait. The chair you’re sitting on is comfortable. What catches your attention is the bookshelf mounted on the wall. You stand up and walk over to it. Your fingers trace over the spines.The books on it are mostly medical journals and none of them interest you. You stop before an item, one very familiar to you.

A record player.

You remember how frantically you had gone into every shop you came across, looking for a fitting gift. To your luck, you came across a shop with vintage goods. There had been many, in various colours but you thought Zayne would appreciate the dark wood one. The record player was small enough to carry in one’s arms. You picked out two music tracks to go with it. To your utter relief he had loved the gift. 

The shop had become a regular place to go with Zayne. It had a variety of vinyl records as well but they were expensive. The two of you would save up for them one by one. You helped him amass quite a collection. 

“You noticed it,” his words don’t surprise you. His steps in the kitchen and the noises of him preparing the tea were all clear to you, so was him making his way back. He’s holding a tray with two steaming cups on it. He sets it down on the desk and walks towards you.

[I can’t believe you still have it.] He shoots you an incredulous look. “Of course I did. I make sure to keep it in good condition as well.” He goes over to his desk, pulling out a drawer. The record in his hands is one you know very well. All the artists on these records were unknown to you and this record is no exception. Except for the fact that you ended up becoming a huge fan of the artist. It’s a classical melody. The notes are simple but are so hauntingly beautiful. It’s engraved into your heart.

[It’s our song.]

“Yes it is.”

He places the record onto the player. Familiar music begins playing. You close your eyes to take it in, your head bopping to the tune. Zayne watches as you do the same notion you had when he first played the record. It’s soothing that some old parts of you still remain.

When your eyes open, you stare in shock at his outstretched hand. His cheeks glow with a red hue.

“Indulge me.”

Please. 

You stare at his palm.

What are you thinking, Zayne? She’s not ready for something like-

You place your hand in his. 

He stares in awe at the flustered look you have. It’s him that’ll need a heart transplant if you keep this up.

Your fingers lace together and he uses the momentum to gently pull you closer. His other hand goes on your lower back while you keep yours on his upper arm. You push your face into his chest as you sway together, you can’t handle looking into his eyes. You dance for a while completely unaware of the turmoil in his mind.

You feel his face move closer to your head. He places a tender kiss to the side of your head. Everything you’ve been holding in seems to break. He holds you tighter when he feels you shake, the wet of your tears decorate his neck. His hand caresses your head over and over again. It’s comfort at its best.

“I’m here,” he whispers against your head. “Let it all out.” It kills him inside how much you seem to need this. How he can’t even hear your cries. It’s fine, he’ll take whatever you give him.

Later, Zayne carries you to his bed. You had cried in his arms for nearly an hour until you passed out from the exhaustion. He lowers you onto the bed, making sure to take the coat off. Pulling the duvet over you, he sits down by your side and examines your face. Your eyes were puffy from the tears but it looked like you really needed this.

As much as he doesn’t want to, he gets up to leave. His movement is stopped by a hand on his wrist. ‘Stay,’ you mouth at him. You push yourself to the other side of the bed, patting the spot you were previously on. He gets on and settles in. You give him a sleepy smile and doze off.

He doesn’t sleep.

Watching you is enough.

You should’ve left. You should’ve gotten into a car and drove off. You should not have stayed. Because you’ve given a very desperate man a taste of you and he’s not letting you go now.

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Insatiable

Rafayel x non mc reader

MDNI

can be read as stand-alone but read the series to gain a better understanding

will probably end up adding this to the series itself - Extra #6

TW: smut - semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), dom raf, dubcon. aftercare, fluff, some angst, implied poly (Various x Reader), mc has a name and physical appearance, Rafayel both hates(?) you and yearns for you bad, themes of obsession and possessiveness

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WC: 2.9K

Your mark was stupid.

In the defence of twenty year old Samuel Locke, he was just that - twenty. Though you’re not that much older than him, Samuel has lived a life of privilege. He’s never known hardship, his wealthy family made sure of that. While his parents and older brother make deals with your boss, Samuel does not. You have yet to determine if this is because it's kept from him or because he does not want to.

Three days of surveillance can teach you a lot about a person. You had to give credit where it was due, unlike those in his social circle, he had a good head on his shoulder. Average student who excelled in maths, part of the rugby team and handsome. But where he excelled and his friends failed was innocence, odd for a boy, especially a rich one. You didn’t think such a thing was possible, in your first life you never came across one but then again this is a world that’s been crafted for women. Fantasies like Samuel would exist here. 

Sylus had asked you to insert yourself into his life and figure out if he had any useful knowledge against his family, as a precaution. The only way you could think of finding out anything was by flirting, the poor thing had no experience with women or men, he was making it too easy. 

One of the bugs you’d planted in Samuel’s bedroom let you know he was going to a club with his friends today. Your outfit was carefully curated to the boy’s taste. Not too seductive and not too cute but a mix. A purple dress that hugged your figure just right with a neckline that showed a hint of what’s underneath. The dress stopped half-way down your thighs, not short but not long. All the accessories paired were simple. From what you’d noticed about the man, you were right out of his wet dream. 

The club was nauseating. There was a point in your life where you liked places like these. The blaring lights you’d get sucked into now gave you a headache. The intimacy of all the people around you now felt suffocating. Unfortunately, discomfort has become a norm for you.

Currently, you’re waiting around the bar, nursing a drink. Your eyes are trained on the black-haired man as he makes his way to the bar. His steps are a little clumsy, he’s tipsy. 

Perfect. 

Two bodies collide but only one is left soaked from the remnants of a drink.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry,” your apology draws attention from those around so you make sure to sound sheepish. Samuel looks annoyed for a second until his eyes meet yours and widen in surprise. He’s not subtle as he checks you out and the bright blush he sports after is not working in his favour.

“Here,” you say, reaching for napkins. “Let me help,” his breath hitches as you make contact with his shirt. Even though you’re concentrating on wiping away any liquid from him, you’re aware of the intensity of his gaze on you. “I-its okay,” he stutters, gently putting his arm on your wrist to stop it. You almost feel bad for the guy.

Almost. 

“No, it’s my fault,” your voice comes out a little choked as tears gather in your eyes. “I’m such a klutz!” It’s amusing to see the panic in his face. “I’ll pay for the dry-cleaning or even a new shirt!”

“N-no really it’s okay.”

You pout. “I have to make it up to you in some way.” Samuel considers your words and when his blue eyes light up, you know you have him. “Then…join me?” he gestures at an empty booth. “All my friends have ditched me for hookups and this really isn’t my scene. Some company would be nice,” he looks down at your face. “Y-you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’d like to!” you point at the empty bar. “I’m in a similar position, I have no idea where my friends are.”

The two of you walk over and sit but when he makes no move to talk, it’s clear you’re going to have to take the lead. “I still don’t know your name, stranger.” The request perks him up. “Huh? Oh, I’m Samuel,” he reaches for a handshake, “Samuel Locke.” He must have realised this isn’t a business meeting because he tries to put his hand down but you put your hand through his before he can. The contact stills him. “Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Lilly.” 

A nickname will force closeness. 

Samuel loosens up after that and conversation flows naturally between you two. You’re careful to not ask about his family, this is the first meeting of many so there’s plenty of time for it later. He surprisingly gets you to genuinely laugh at some jokes. It’s after one that you feel a prickling sensation in your neck.

You’re being watched.

Samuel now has a couple of drinks in him so he doesn’t notice as your attention shifts. Bluish-pink eyes stare directly at you. The intensity of Samuel’s gaze earlier doesn’t even come closer to the way these beautiful eyes glare at you. They have your mind blank, your eyes hazy and your heart racing. They have you coming undone with just a look. They have you weak.

Rafayel doesn’t make a move after you notice. He simply sips the drink in his hand without breaking contact. 

You don’t know why he’s looking at you like that. He’s made it crystal clear he doesn’t like you. Actually not liking you would mean he felt something for you, no the man simply doesn’t tolerate you. You can’t think of a reason as to why when you'd done nothing to the man. After a while of his coldness, you chalked it up to him being like this with anyone not Mara (MC), his jokes and sassiness reserved only for her. You thought you were proven right by how he interacted with her compared to you. Except you saw how he acted around strangers he’d met or even acquaintances and it became clear this behaviour was just for you.

Again, you have no idea why. It’s not like you’re seeking him out, bothering him or annoying him. You actually go out of your way to avoid him, you have no desire to be in his life especially when he’s made it clear you’re not wanted in it. It’s not your fault Mara drags you to his house sometimes or to his exhibits, you can’t say no to her and she knows it. 

For some reason, she’s intent on you two becoming closer and neither of you are willing to deny her so a reluctant truce of sorts has formed. He’s civil with you, a simple “Hey” or “Move” will come out of his mouth from time to time. 

Which is why you have no idea why he looks like he wants to strangle you. Did he find out you like to call him blowfish behind his back? The man can’t treat you horribly and expect you to not give him a petty nickname.

“Hey? You okay?” Samuel’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You break eye contact and shift all your attention back to your target. “H-huh? Oh yeah, sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts,” you explain, giving him a smile. He blushes at it. “Can I have your number?” he blurts out without thinking. “N-no wait please ignore that.” You can’t help the real laugh that bubbles out. He’s charming in his own way. You reach your hand out to him, wiggling your fingers. “Give me your phone.” He’s quick to follow your command, fishing his phone out of pocket. You add your contact, the phone number is a fake burner meant exclusively for Samuel. You hand the phone back and smile when he stares at the screen like its salvation. 

The gaze still on you seems to intensify at the interaction. It puts you on edge and you need to collect yourself. You’re not letting fish man ruin this. “Hey, um, I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” you inform the beaming black-haired man in front of you.

Two sets of eyes watch you leave.

The women’s bathroom is shockingly empty when you enter.

You walk over to the sink and splash cold water on your face. The heat from the lights and the stench of the place have you on edge. You’re still not used to being around so many people and it’s hard not to let it show. Of course the blowfish is no help either. 

Just what is his problem?

You raise your head and examine yourself in the mirror. Your real self is showing. The exhaustion in your eyes is screaming. With a sigh, you reach to grab some tissue, careful to dab the water away and not rub. The makeup on your face was minimal and waterproof but you weren’t taking any chances.

Your head subconsciously moves towards the door when you hear it open. The figure that steps through has you pause. 

“Rafayel? What are you doing?”

The man doesn’t answer, instead he turns to lock the door. 

Rafayel was already having a shitty day. From waking up and finding out that Miss Bodyguard cancelled their plans for an emergency mission, to having to deal with Thomas begging him to meet a client and said client wanting the meeting to take place in a club of all places. The cherry on top was having to watch you flirt with someone. Someone that wasn’t him

He hates that. Hates that he desires your attention. Desires you. 

Since he met you, he’s been trying to make a paint that was a match for your eyes. But something would always be wrong. The colour never shone like your eyes did when you saw sweets. It didn’t show your sadness at all. It never depicted the soft look you’d adorn when looking at someone you truly cared for. A look you’d never shown him and he’s to blame for it.

He feels for you exactly what he feels for his bride and it terrifies him. He’s filled with shame at the realisation but it’s true. He made his distaste for you clear whenever you met, it was childish on his part but what could he do when the woman he’s waited for all these years doesn’t remember him but loves another. That other being you. He still feels the sensation of his heart breaking when he saw the way Mara looked at you, her need to constantly keep a hand on you and the possessive way in which she held you. 

Then you started to pull away and it killed him. Rafayel has no answer for his behaviour. Without thinking he finds himself painting portraits of you, you’ve taken refuge in his mind and it’s affecting his work to the point he has to add something into it that reminds him of you or else he’ll go insane. Against his will, you’ve become his muse.

He’s aware you were flirting with that guy because it was your job. Rafayel has connections too but getting information of your allegiance with Onychinus had been hard. But he can’t ignore the jealousy burning inside him, eating away at his mind. It’s not the same jealousy he felt with Mara, no it was overshadowed by the need to make her happy. He doesn’t want you to be happy. He just wants you with him. 

And if he has to fuck that into you then he will.

Rafayel hopes Mara is content with sharing you because he’s not going to ask for permission. He’s going to be selfish. 

Any questions brewing in your throat end at the speed of which his mouth clashes with yours. The gasp that escapes you is greedily swallowed up by him. The harshness of his movement causes fire inside you. His kiss burns. It leaves you dehydrated and the only salvation is him. 

One hand snakes behind your waist, pushing your body even closer to his. His legs move forward holding you against the sink, your left hand is clutching at the edge for purchase. Your other hand sneaks into his indigo hair and he groans when you tug. His right hand that’s not holding on to you moves to the back of your neck, holding your head at an angle that allows him to kiss deeper. You don’t fight him for dominance. You let him take.

Your god demands a sacrifice and you’re devout. 

He pulls away and you’re left a mess. Breathing heavy and chest heaving while he looks fine. It’s then you remember that he’s not burdened by the limits of humanity and you find yourself involuntarily swallowing. His eyes follow the action and you are so screwed - figuratively and literally. 

“Why…How…What-” you can’t find the words to ask anything as your traitorous mind is still stuck on the assault on your lips. The hand on your neck loosens and gently cradles your face. It’s so unexpected that your mouth hangs open. He chuckles at it but you’re all too familiar with the guilt in his eyes. Before you can say anything, he picks you up and sets you down on the sink counter, his figure at home between your thighs. His hands grip tightly at their respective thighs. 

He puts his head into your neck and peppers it with small kisses. The last kiss lingers for a while. “I have a lot to make up for you,” his head is face to face with you now. The eye contact has your stomach doing flips. He brings your right hand up to his nose, sniffing at the wrist and taking in your scent. Everything about you is intoxicating but your scent drives him mad. You’re aware of the attention you capture but so oblivious to the devotion those closest to you possess. “You gonna let me do that, pretty?” His eyes have you in a trance as they stare at you - hooded and dark. He places a kiss on the palm. “You gonna let me apologise?”

You nod and faster than you can blink, he’s kneeling and reaching for the bottom of your dress. He bunches it up to your waist, the colour reminds him of his hair and the thought has him grinning. He pushes you on your back for easier access. You jolt when you feel the kiss on your clit. The sensation is too much, something you haven’t felt in years so your hands reach for his hair to try and stop him. It doesn’t work, in fact it seems to rile him up even more. You throw your head back when his mouth begins sucking through your panties. The material numbs the sensation a little while the action has you seeing stars. 

You bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping but a whine falls out when the sensation stops. “None of that, you brat. Let me hear you,” his hand cups your chin and he squeezes as a warning. You nod and that bright grin he had before returns. “Good girl,” he purrs. His finger’s hook into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down. You hear the intake of his breath as he’s greeted with you. 

His licks are wild with abandon. It’s clear that this is more for him than it is for you. Even if you wanted to you wouldn’t be able to stop the moans he’s guiding out your throat. It’s wet. It’s sloppy. Just the way you like it.

His eyes are trained on your every reaction, the expressions you make when he touches a certain area and what sort of moans he can pull out of you. He longs to tear the dress off and see every single area of your body, map every scar and blemish in his mind. Only then will he be able to complete those sculptures of you. But it’ll have to be for another time, when you’re in his bed and there’s no worry of someone barging in.

You’re sure that underneath your skin you’re red. The fire he’s tending to inside you still rages, it’s no way near satiated and as its keeper he’s all too aware of it. 

His assault quickens and you feel the pit forming. Your hands wave through his hair, guiding him in deeper, desperate for a finish. “R-rafayel…I’m…” He lets out a hum and the vibration of it is your undoing. With a loud moan you climax. 

Heat is all you feel, the cold of the mirror on your back is a deliverance. You press the side of your face into it, closing your eyes to gather yourself. Rafayel’s eyebrows shoot up in worry but none of it is seen by you. His hand presses up to your forehead and he lets out a curse. 

“Come on, let’s get you out of this stifling club,” he carries you out of the bathroom. 

Your target is long forgotten.

The two of you are in the bath together. 

He ran you a nice cold bath and got into it with you. You’re currently pressed against his chest with his arms around you. His finger’s are rubbing all over your body as you doze off. He’s finally fulfilling his wish of seeing all of you.

“Thought you hated me,” you murmur, sleepingly. 

“Me too.”

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Insatiable - Chapter Five

TW for this chapter: murder, themes of obsession and possessiveness, brief mention of a panic attack, ooc sylus*, mean sylus, down bad sylus - has some naughty thoughts about you

* technically they are all out of character but I have no idea how the love interests act towards others who aren't MC, we have some snippets here and there but it's not enough. a lot is left up to interpretation so if you don't agree with mine, I can't do anything about it

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He can no longer live without you. You’re just like the air he needs to breathe. So, let him partake in you.

 For his survival. 

The city comes alive at night. During the day it feels like a ghost town at times but the night is when the sinners awaken and their appetite is never satiated. The hushed whispers in alleys, the not so odd gunshot you hear in the distance and the pleads of the victims all go ignored. The people here are smart. They know not to get involved.

But it is not the people she seeks. No. The one she’s hunting is yet another arrogant man with too much money and time in his hands. No matter how many of these animals she puts down, another simply takes his place.

The man thinks himself on top of the world, living on the top floor of the skyscraper. He feels like he’s untouchable. He thinks he’s safe.

He hasn’t even noticed her circling around him for days, watching her prey. Taking notice of every detail of his life. Of his betrayal. 

It’s what makes her such a great hunter. She’s patient, going days without nutrition just to complete her hunt. Not a single prey has escaped her.

And this man is no exception.

She watches him - lounging around on his sofa - all of it clear to her thanks to the large windows. She’s standing on the rooftop of the building next to him, watching him through binoculars and he still has no fucking idea. There’s guards stationed by the door of the room but they’re useless against her.

All she needs is the view of him to complete the job.

It’s all played out for her, like a scene out of a movie. She experiences it all with a wicked glint in her eyes, her favourite part is coming up, the anticipation might just kill her. He hunches over in pain but no sound escapes him as a vine covers his mouth, silencing him. His eyes are bloodshot as he feels multiple things inside him, swarming and looking for escape. 

One does.

It shoots out of his chest.

Then another.

This time through his left ear. 

It continues until he looks more of an abomination of nature rather than a man.

He’s left on the couch. Silenced forever. 

The last thing she’s ever thought of herself is an artist but she has created a masterpiece. 

Sylus stares at his hands. [Name] had left his office a little while ago and he’s been stuck in this haze since. He can still remember the feel of her skin against, the warmth of her body and how right it all had left.

He still feels the anger at your little sacrificial lamb act. How dare you even think about leaving him? 

This Eiden was a pathetic little coward. Still hiding behind his sister even when you’re considered dead. Sylus has been watching him the past year. Your brother has never done anything to find you, Sylus doesn’t care if he was hospitalized. The fool had gone and gotten married but couldn’t lift a finger for his family? 

There was no memory of you left in your brother’s house, Eiden was all too happy to forget about you and yet you’re still worried about him. 

And if that wasn’t enough, Eiden now has his Mara looking after him. How greedy. 

His mind is in a disarray. His being filled with turmoil. He’s not supposed to feel this way about you. His love is only for the woman who killed him. And that’s not you. 

No more of this. No more of feeling anything for you. 

She’s just a tool, he reminds himself.

And it’s time he treats you like one.

You find yourself back in your bedroom.

How you got here was not remembered. It all felt like a blur. 

Your gaze is on your wrist. The very one that Sylus had grabbed over a year ago. Your other hand curls around your wrist, trying to mimic the way he had. His touch had felt like acid on your skin back then so what changed?

Why had your mind and body deemed it okay? 

I don’t fucking know.

Insomnia has nothing on the current exhaustion you feel. The sleep is just what you need.

The rubbery texture of the mat has become a familiar sensation to you. You often find yourself face planting onto it.

He’s a monster. Relentless. 

Your entire body aches and not in a good way!

You had made the mistake of getting comfortable because now your body was subjected to a different type of torture daily.

Sparring with him. 

This was the deal you had accepted two months ago. You had served his finances well but his endgame for you was different. You’ve rested this last year and your body is much better.

Just like Sylus wanted.

So, now it’s time to train it. As you feel your muscles ache, you can’t help but think it was a bad idea to confide in him about your evol. Because now, he’s set on seeing how far your endurance can take you. How much you can handle.

And it’s made more infuriating due to the fact that it’s working. The torture forced upon you for years had left you capable of accomplishing more with your evol than you could during your childhood. But your body was malnourished so even that was stunted. It’s all changed now though. 

You’re also curious as to how far you can go. For the first time in all your lives you feel powerful. You can feel the potential brimming inside you, almost like it’s just out of your reach. It’s an addictive thing and unfortunately you’re hooked. 

Creating plants out of nothing isn’t the limit to what you can do. You remember how your body had moved on its own during your childhood, helping a certain someone calm down from his evol flaring up. Golden vines had wrapped around his body - glowing - and they had healed all his cuts and stopped him from losing control. Of course, you paid the price by sacrificing your body again. But something tells you that the vines are only the start. 

It’s why you don’t say anything as he knocks you off your feet once again. Two months of this and you haven’t made much progress. You can see the frustration inside Sylus and it worries you. Worried that he’ll throw you away.

A few months ago, these thoughts would have never crossed your mind. He kept you at a distance, sure, but he had always treated you with respect. In his own way, he kept reassuring you that such a thing would no longer happen…but something had changed.

Ever since he had comforted you in his office, he had been cold. Not just cold but sometimes scary. You have no idea where you stand with him. He no longer spoke to you in a teasing tone, no longer seeked you out and as rare it was for him to join your wacky adventures with the twins, now it never happens. He mostly communicates through Mephisto. The only time you see him is during your sparring sessions. He shows no hint of emotion in his eyes or face and it stings. 

You hate that it stings. 

His hold as he picks you up is gentle but it doesn’t feel like it. The dread at his touch is back too. But you’re too afraid to give it away. Afraid that if you don’t become what he wants you to then you’ll be disposed of. 

“This isn’t working,” his eyes glare at you. He’s brought you closer to his body, face to face. Your black long sleeved shirt is good at hiding how sweaty you are. But your hair is a mess and you’re breathing heavily. He’s wearing a red tank top with black shorts, looking as composed as ever. You don’t even have the mind to admire him like this as your heart sinks to your stomach. Yet another person has deemed you a failure. 

No. No. No.

I promise I’ll do better. I promise-

It’s hard to sign any of the words with the speed at which your pleas bombard your mind. None of it matters as he throws your wrist out of his hold and storms out. 

You can’t even hear the choked gasps that escape from you. You can’t hear your breath shortening as you forget how to do the action. Somehow you can’t even hear your thoughts as the four walls around you seem to sway and close in on you. You make no noise as you fall to your knees and it kills you inside.

You’re left laying down on the gym mat. 

The house is quiet now.

No longer do the occupants wake up to the sounds of clanging in the kitchen, no longer do they smell the food cooking and no longer do they see you. 

Sylus hadn’t met you in the gym the next day. Or the next. 

You take the hint and stop waiting for him.

You spend all your free time holed up in your room. You only leave for work. You haven’t signed in over a week as you refuse to cross paths with anyone. You left his card on his work desk, only to find it on your nightstand upon your return. You don’t push it by doing it again but you don’t use it.

Mary had sent you a text informing you that the kids wanted to see you but you responded by letting her know you were on a work trip. You didn’t want to put on a fake smile and pretend that everything was okay. That you were okay. 

Luke and Kieran try to knock on your bedroom door but you never answer. The door is locked but it would pose no challenge for them to pick it. They don’t. It doesn’t stop them from trying to get you to come out though. 

“[Name], come get food with us.” 

“[Name], come play this new board game with us.”

“[Name], come commit arson with us.” 

None of it works. 

Your window is kept locked and the curtains are always drawn. You can hear Mephisto pecking at it but again you don’t respond. 

On day five of your self-imposed isolation, you find yourself waking up with too much energy. You can only think of one thing to release it and that’s how you find yourself in the gym, tying up the boxing gloves as you stand before a punch bag.

Hand-to-hand combat was what Sylus had labelled you as a failure in so perhaps working the muscles would help.

The first punch you throw is half-assed.

How pathetic.

His voice speaks for you in your mind.

The second is too shaky.

How weak.

The third doesn’t even make the bag move.

Failure. 

It repeats in your mind.

Failure. Failure. Failure. 

It continues until you feel the white hot rage.

How was any of this your fault? Had you asked to be brought into this world? To be kidnapped? To be forced to watch your family be murdered in front of you and be the reason why? To be tortured and forced to experience unimaginable horrors? Did you beg for your mind to be broken over and over again?

Had you asked him to save you?

No, he had done so on his own. And now he wanted to throw a temper tantrum when things didn’t go his way.

Because you weren’t what he wanted? Who he wanted?

In your anger you don’t realise as your leg picks up and collides with the punching bag. However, you do notice as the force makes it fall off its hinges and smash against the wall. A good distance away from you.

You stand there gaping as the bag falls down, leaving a sizable dent in the wall.

“Always full of surprises aren’t you?” A voice purrs in your ear.

In your shock you hadn’t noticed the asshole entering and positioning himself right behind you. In a small act of rebellion, you push yourself away from him.

[Don’t touch me.] 

Red eyes widen a bit. It’s a surprise to see him open and close his mouth a few times, trying to think of what to say but falling short. He looks to be in contemplation before nodding and taking a step away from you. 

You’ve never seen him rattled. A part of you is smug. It’s a beautiful sight. 

What would he look like on his knees, your thoughts wander. 

“Meet me here again tomorrow?” it’s phrased like a demand but he speaks it like a question. His eyes look over your face but you give nothing away.

You nod.

This time it’s you who walks away.

Sylus is a fool.

He lasted not even four days after he walked out on you before finding himself at your bedroom door, hand raised to knock but staying in place. The only time he’s seen you these last few days is the small glimpses of you at work. You’ve isolated yourself and he knows it's serious when you’ve even shut Mephisto out. 

He wanted to use his position as your boss to force you to show yourself, especially when he found his credit card on his desk but after some contemplation, he concluded it’ll do more harm than good.

Pride does settle in him when he realised all the cameras were gone so he can’t even check up on you using them but it’s mostly overshadowed by frustration.

This is all his doing. He had been so focused on seeing results that he had overlooked the mental battle taking place in your mind. He should be happy that his plan worked, he treated you like a tool, successfully manipulated you into being desperate for his approval so why doesn’t it feel like a victory? 

Sylus has never heard you talk but he didn’t know one could be silent in other ways and it stings.

He hates that it stings.

He’s conflicted. Maybe it’s for the better that the two of you stay like this because the fact that he has gotten so attached to you in such a short amount of time is exactly why he did this. He can live with emotional pain, he’s been doing so for far too long.

But can he live without you?

He finds himself unable to answer his own mind.

He puts his hand down, into his pocket because he doesn’t trust his own body right now.

And he walks away.

He’s a fool.

He won’t apologise for it. 

He saw it all.

The quiet fury in your eyes that you could no longer express with your words. The raising of your leg as it collided with the bag. The sheer force it took for the bag to leave a dent in his fucking wall.

Desire pools in his gut at your show of strength.

It doesn’t help that you look so good in your workout attire. It clings to you in all the right ways. All those memories of pinning you to the mat and having you under him resurface. Sylus hadn’t shown it but he was utterly grateful at his restraint because it would’ve been so easy to have you in those moments.

His body moves on his own and before he knows it, he’s right behind you. He’s tried so hard to forget the feel of you against his body but his mind still yearns for it. He doesn’t touch you but he’s close enough.

You’re too shocked to even notice him.

How cute.

But then he ruins it by opening his mouth and something inside him breaks when you pull away.

[Don’t touch me.]

Your unspoken words ring in his head. Over and over again. 

You’ve rendered him speechless and for that he has to give credit where credit is due.

Sylus has walked away from you too many times to count and he can’t help but think when you do it to him.

Is that how he made you feel?

The room has changed the next time you enter.

The gym equipment has all been moved to the corners. Instead it looks more like something out of those spy movies you liked to watch. One area of the room is set up as a shooting range. There are four lanes, each with their own target. On the wall are various guns, none of which you have any knowledge of. You hated them in your first life so you never knew a thing about them. The guns in the game are a bit different, more technical.

There’s another area with training dummies. No weapons around them. Another area is set up as some type of simulator, you think. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the technology of this world.

You hear them before you see them.

“Boss sure moved fast to make this happen,” Luke says. “Seems like we’re no longer the favourite child Lukey,” Kieran pouts. They stand before you, leaning on the other.

[You were never the favourite, that goes to Meph], they let an offended gasp at your declaration. Their antics never fail to make you feel better.

[Why have I been graced with your presence?] you ask.

“Cause we’re your new mentors. Boss’s orders.” They clarify together when you give them a confused look. It’s sometimes astonishing how much they move in sync, almost like they are one person. Not even you and Ei were that close.

“Now,” Kieran claps his hands, “...it’s come to our attention, little lady, that you pack a mean kick. But first, we have something to show you,”

Luke grabs your hand. It’s the first time he’s touched you and he realises this himself and drops it quickly. Before he can say anything, you grab it again. 

[What is it?]

You have no idea what expression he has on his face, you can’t see the look in his eyes thanks to the mask they wear but you hope he’s shocked. 

No way am I admitting that I feel safe around them, they’ll never let me hear the end of it.

Neither of them say anything but instead drag you to the spot on the wall that had the dent you created. You wish so badly you could cackle when you see what they’ve done to it. 

“Ta-daaa!” They give you jazz hands as they show off their work.

The hole is framed and there is a small plaque to the side of it. When you look at it closer, something is written on it.

Baby’s first victim. 

“Well, what do you think? It was my idea if you like it. Kieran’s if you don’t.” You hear an offended “Hey!”, followed by a smack. The twins bickering is interrupted by your clapping. When they turn to look at you, you’re staring at them with a wide smile.

[I love it.]

You regret the show of appreciation when two sets of hands start pinching your cheeks, cooing at you. 

For the last month, the twins had trained you in every fighting style that specialised in using legs. You pick it all up fast. It’s exhilarating seeing the damage you can do. It’s reassuring to know that you’re strong with or without your evol. 

Also you’ve destroyed over a hundred dummies. Pat yourself on the back!

You haven’t seen Sylus in the last month but this time it doesn’t bother you. The only communication you’ve gotten with him is a message Mephisto relayed. “Focus on your training, don’t show up to work.” 

You don’t think you would have been able to concentrate when your entire body is constantly aching. Any free time you have is spent either at the orphanage or resting in your bed.

The twins and you have gotten even closer during this month. Close enough to divulge some secrets.

It’s yet another day.

Rather than taking your frustration out on the dummies, the twins want to spar. Which means you have to be wary of how much force you put in your kicks. Kieran decided to go against you first with Luke watching on the sidelines. 

But the kick you land on him is too hard, the force of it is known by the loud sound ricocheting throughout the room. Before you can drop everything and see if he’s okay, you notice it. You notice Luke holding his side in pain. The exact same spot you had just kicked his brother in. 

You’ll ask about it later but for now, you rush off to find the first aid kit. You examine the area on Kieran, he tried to play it off but the shake in his voice was too noticeable. The guilt must have been clear on your face because he relents when he notices the tears in your eyes.

You don’t want to hurt those you care about. Intentional or not. Physically or not.

Luckily there is no internal damage, just some bruising that should go away on its own. You give him an ice pack. Then you turn to Luke.

[Show me yours.] 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he crosses his arms and looks away.

You move yourself into his field of view and sign. [I’m not stupid, I noticed. Show me or I’ll tell the boss that it was you who drank his favourite wine.]

That sets him straight and he shows you. He’s given an ice pack as well.

It all makes sense how they seem to be so in sync, to the point where they feel everything the other does. It’s great, sure, but it’s a huge weakness. 

Take one down and the other does as well. 

Not on your watch.

[My evol kills me,] it’s only fair to let them know something of yours in exchange. You don’t have to see their faces to notice the confusion so you explain in more detail.

The three of you go out for some ice cream for comfort after.

This time it’s Sylus who is waiting for you in the room. He’s at the shooting range. You walk over. The boots you’re wearing make enough noise for him to hear. He turns to you and you freeze at the soft smile on his face. You narrow your eyes at him in distrust, making sure to keep a distance. What is he planning…

He only chuckles. “Relax, little bird. I only want to have an honest conversation with you.” Your body language relaxes a little but you’re still on edge. He continues his words when he notices, “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m putting you through all this.” When you nod, he closes the distance. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek but stops before it makes contact. He’s gauging your reaction and continues when you don’t give him a reason to stop.

Your breath hitches when his fingers cradle your cheek. “It’s all for your benefit…and mine of course.” His eyes are hooded as they stare into yours. “I want you to slice the necks of each individual that did this to you,” his fingers move to the large scar across your neck. You tilt your head up to give him access. “Each individual that works for them will die by your hand only, I’ll make sure of it,” he promises you. And despite your mind screaming at you to not believe him, you do.

[And what do you gain out of this?] He laughs softly at your question. You know him so well. “I get a super soldier.”

He tugs you towards the shooting range. “Now, let's see how you fare with this.”

Sylus stares at his bedroom ceiling. 

The both of you had come to some sort of understanding with each other since then. He had taught you how to use guns and hand weapons, it’s dangerous for you to rely on your legs. He’s working towards getting you to be comfortable using your evol, but that won’t be for a while. You can be very stubborn when you want.

The guns hadn’t appealed to you like the blades had. You had settled on a pair of twin blades, the sword’s blade could extract leaving just the handles, which made them easy to carry. You asked them to be modified further, so they could be hot enough to cut through anything. It was an interesting ask, one that he indulged in. It took a while to develop, to find the perfect protocore that would work with it but he prevailed in the end. The giddiness in your face had made it all worth it. 

He’s fucked.

He still doesn’t know the answer to what you mean to him. All he’s aware of is that you can never leave him. You have a power over him that no one else does.

Like right now, you locked him inside his own room. He can easily escape but he’s not going to. Why? Because the image of the puppy eyes you had flashed at him pops up again. He’s about to set up an important deal, so sleep has been sacrificed. However, you noticed this and put your foot down. 

“It’s hardly fair, little bird. You never sleep.” You had taken up all the space in his bedroom door, your arms outstretched so he couldn’t leave. [I’m fucked in the head. What’s your excuse?] He only sighed, rubbing the space between his head. 

I don’t have time for this.

But when he looked back up, any thoughts of disagreement went out the window at the pleading look you gave him. [Please?]

That’s why he’s currently trying to glare a hole into the ceiling. He can’t believe he let you win. With a huff, he accepts his fate and closes his eyes.

The clock reads 8:00AM when he awakens. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he becomes all too aware of the silence throughout the house.

The uncharacteristic silence.

You don’t live with the twins and have a moment of peace. They don’t make it possible.

He’s rushing out the door. What are they up to? He does not want a repeat of last time. No, he can’t even think about it. 

The twins aren’t in their room, or in any of the other miscellaneous rooms in the house. He knocks on your door and opens it when no one answers. It’s also empty. Maybe the three of you have gone out together again, he calms himself down. 

Coffee.

He walks to the kitchen, passing by the living room but stops in his tracks. 

Found them.

They’re currently sitting down in the armchairs, tight ropes all around them. Their necks are slumped forward but the snores coming out of their mouths stop any panic. His eyes move over the couch. You’re sitting down on it. Still in your pajamas with a robe around you and fluffy slippers on. There’s a tablet in your hand and a steaming cup of coffee on the table. One hand is typing on the tablet while the other is giving head rubs to Mephisto, who is sitting on the couch’s arm rest. The bird looks very comfy at the affection he’s getting.

You look up when he enters, a warm smile on your face. You set the tablet down and get up to greet him. [Morning. Did you sleep well?”]

“I did,” he hums before pointing at the nuisances. “What’s all this?” You look at the direction, a mischievous look in your eyes. [I needed their help with something which they did! But they were being too loud and I was afraid they would wake you up so I handled it.] 

“By drugging them?” 

You give him a beaming smile in response. [Aren’t I a genius?] If you had a tail, it would be wagging. He smiles while imagining the sight. 

His hand brushes the stray hair out of your face. “Yes. Yes you are.” It moves down towards your wrist, his fingers lace with yours and he’s pulling you towards the kitchen, making sure to grab your cup of coffee. Mephisto follows behind. “Come. Let’s have breakfast together.” 

You instantly move to the fridge but look up at him when his hand slams the door shut. Sylus moves you towards the bar stool. “I’m cooking today. Just sit there and look pretty.”  He turns around and opens the fridge door. Simple eggs with toast will do. With the ingredients in hand, he moves to the stove. In a few minutes, the sound of the eggs sizzling can be heard with the toaster also on. He can feel your stare on him. 

As it should be.

He keeps an eye on you when you get up, heading to the coffee machine. You’re making it for him. The two of you are silent as you work, only the sounds of the equipment you’re using can be heard. You move towards him, and he accepts the cup. It’s just how he likes it.

[I’ll be back.] By the time you come back into the kitchen, he’s putting down the two plates on the table. The tablet is in your hand.

You sit down with him, looking for something on him and slide it to him when you do. He picks it up and reads it.

“This is…How-”

[I’ve been watching him for two weeks. As soon as you wanted the deal.] 

He puts the tablet down on the tablet. “Why?” arms crossed as he stares at you.

[Because he was too clean. Nothing on his finances, not even the hidden ones. No one is that clean when they live here. Certainly not someone that rich. I figured he’d mess up and I was right.] 

He continues to stare at you. A sign to not stop. 

[He has a mistress. Which wouldn’t be a problem but his wife has an iron tight prenup. One that’ll leave him with nothing if his infidelity is proven. That’s why I got the twins to…persuade him to take the deal. With a 5% loss to profit for him.] You wait for some sort of reaction from Sylus, you normally wouldn’t intervene with his business like this but you noticed the exhaustion in his eyes. Sure, it would've been easy for him to get what he wanted by brute force but that’s not how the world of business works. A reputation like that would only cause issues.

“Don’t do such a thing again,” he warns you. “That’s not why you’re here,” he pauses, “but good job.”

Later during the day when you return to your room, there’s a big stack of folders waiting for you. On them is a sticky note, ‘A reward,’ printed on it. When you open the folder’s it’s all the information he had promised you, about Eiden. But any thankfulness goes away at the dates listed. Sylus had been watching your brother for a long time, before the whole drama in his office. He already had all this information when he promised he’ll look into your brother. But he kept it these last couple of months. When you had disappointed him.

You can’t believe you trusted the words he spoke to you. You had hammered yourself down and begun anew for him. You’re letting him turn you into a killing machine. Your gaze falls back onto the sticky note.

Reward.

The word is sitting there, mocking you. What else is he keeping from you? Hiding it away and only letting you when you’ve satisfied him. 

With a new found resolve, you crush the note in your hands. Two years. He had invested a lot in you these two years so that’s what you’ll give him. The next two years, you’ll do whatever he wants. You’ll be whoever he wants. But as soon as the time is up, you’re gone.

Not just from him, from them all.

AN: We have Zayne in the next chapter!! Finally!!!

[aceecee]

Insatiable - Chapter Four

TW for this chapter: mentions of insomnia, non-consensual watching through cameras, themes of obsession and possessiveness, mentions of experiments being done on kids, reader having a breakdown, reader seeing herself as a sacrificial lamb, just traumatised reader

AN: Enjoy the surprise chapter!! I didn't have much time to write it so that's why its a little short. Also please comment, whether it's to praise me (hehe) or simply ask question, I adore them all!

WC: 2.9K

Masterlist

Half of his soul isn’t even his so then why do both yearn for this woman.

You’ve settled into a sort of routine this last year.

Following the people you now work for, you’re awake at night and asleep in the morning. Well…you try to sleep but it no longer comes as easily as it had your first night here.

With all you’ve been through, a routine would seem like the last thing you need. It’s all you had when you were captive but it’s actually been helpful. It’s normal (as normal can be when working for a huge criminal organisation) and normal is what you desperately seek.

Your current routine goes as follows:

1. Waking up

Does it count if you never really go to sleep? It's all too common for you to just lay in bed with sleep ghosting you. You’re completely aware of the camera hidden in the top of the bed, if it wasn’t for your excellent hearing then you would have never found it. You wonder if he watches you.

There’s another one hidden as a button on the fireplace, aimed right at you if you sit by it. One in the lights and another hidden into the wood of the desk. Thankfully the bathroom and closet have none. Maybe you should complain about them but perhaps it's better that you don’t look a gifted horse in the mouth.

2. Getting up 

Leaving your soft bed isn’t as easy as one might think even if insomnia has spent the morning all bundled up next to you.

It’s become common to find the twins in your room when they can’t sleep either. They’ll annoy you into keeping them company and you always give in. The three of you spend the time playing games (you all get really worked up, Sylus once put you on a month ban) or even going out for a drive. Sometimes they’ll make you accompany them on a mission, you’ll watch from a rooftop far away or anywhere with an advantage and give them instructions. It’s actually pretty fun. On rare occasions, the man himself will join you.

3. Washing up/Getting ready 

You had tried to make Sylus regret giving you his card by going on a massive shopping trip but to your shock (and also desire) he was the one disappointed in the “small” amount you ended up spending. 

It’s comforting to be able to look good again. The bathroom is now stocked with high-end products, all suitable for your needs. Your closet is filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, accessories and your personal favourite, your designer bags. You’ve even started your collection of perfumes again.

You forced the twins to go with you on all your shopping trips. It’s amusing seeing them struggle to carry all your things. It’s another part to help you become desensitised to going outside and being around people. You became accustomed to the people in this house since you’re all alike in having a horrible life but it’s not easy to be out and about with the public. None of them are trustworthy. 

It took time but you can now handle it. It had been Sylus’s idea in the first place. He’s preparing you for something. For what? You have no idea. All you know is that you have no choice in his plan.

But touch is something you still can’t handle. Just the thought of anyone’s hands on you fills you with disgust. 

4. Making breakfast (or dinner…?)

Never for just one though, your cooking quickly became a favourite among the people residing in the mansion and it was now expected of you. You don’t mind it, the domestic vibe of it all is welcomed. 

You still have the tablet Sylus gave you a year ago and all you have on it are recipes. You scour the internet for them and have proudly built a collection.

Six months into your recovery had left you with too much energy so you picked up another old habit.

Baking.

To think it had been your dream at one point when you foolishly thought life could be good.

There’s nothing you don’t end up baking. Cakes that are as tall as you, intricate pastries or just experimenting with what you know. The more complex the dessert, the better.

There’s no complaints made by your roommates. 

5. Going to work

The transport switches day by day, sometimes you’ll carpool with the twins or even Sylus himself. But that was before you got your own. 

The red-eyed man had gifted you a motorcycle. He never said a word to you, just handed you the keys over breakfast one day. 

No one taught you how to ride it but you were always a quick learner. The man won’t admit it but he noticed that the lack of space in cars made you a little uncomfortable. You were like a bird in that way, never happy being in anything with four walls. 

You don’t realise that your wings have been clipped by him anyways and he’d like it to stay that way. 

6. Going back home and repeating it all over again.

Which leads you to your current day.

The building is hidden away, the main base of operations for Onychinus. Your office is nice and spacious but it’s bare of any decorations. You don’t really see the point of it.

There are other workers milling about, you don’t know anything about them. Not their name or age. Any communication from you comes in the form of texts or emails. 

Luckily being the accountant means that most of your communication is to your Boss anyways. 

The elevator you’re in dings, informing you that you’ve reached your destination. You step out and immediately feel the eyes on you. It’s the rest of the workers, you’ve become a mystery of sorts. The extra attention is annoying but nothing that can’t be handled.

You know you look weird, your white blouse had colourful marker stains on it and your black dress pants are ruffled. Your hair is a little disheveled thanks to the brats.

A few months ago, you had come across an orphanage while exploring the N109 zone. The building was in disarray and the tenants were no better off. The handlers in charge tried their best to care for the kids with what little funds they had but it wasn’t enough. It made sense, everyone here was only looking out for themselves, who has time to care for kids that no one will miss?

You do.

Time seems to be all you have.

That and money. Your new job pays well. Half of your paycheck goes to them and maybe Sylus found out because your salary did increase out of nowhere. 

You sat down with the handler, a gentle older woman by the name of Mary. The wrinkles and smile lines on her face tell that she has lived a bountiful life. What a beautiful sight it was to see.

An agreement was drafted up and you would remain an invisible benefactor. Until the kids got curious and Mary ended up begging you to meet them. You wanted to say no but kids had always been your weak point.

It had certainly been an experience, all of them crowding around you, each one demanding your sole attention. You waited for the overstimulation at their grabby hands and demands of hugs but it never came.

Children are innocent. Their actions are genuine and their affection never has dangerous intent behind it. Then they grew up into distrustful and jealous adults, following the example set for them. But for now, you enjoy the touch of other human beings without dread settling into your gut.

The orphanage is currently undergoing serious renovation - thanks to your patronage - so the kids now have to sleep in one room together. Today you went over there on your lunch break and made the situation a little better for them by using your evol. The usual disgust you feel did not come when you made all kinds of plants grow everywhere. You even created life sized cut-outs of their favourite cartoon characters. They were a hit. 

There’s another reason for your sudden interest in the orphanage and its occupants. The kids are the perfect test subject. As you said before, who would miss them? 

Sure there is Mary but what could a frail old woman do against an entire organisation for whom you still know nothing about. You can’t save everyone. You couldn’t even save your family, you’re sure Caleb is dead by now but you can try to save the kids. Just like you’ll try to rescue the ones already taken. 

You enter your office, not bothering with anyone else. Sitting down at the desk, you take time to turn on the computer. The to do list stares at you. You ignore it.

Instead you look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a fool. A smirk emerges on your face. A cute fool.

You try to tame your hair but your clothing can not be saved. A peck at the window distracts you from your action.

A familiar very adorable, red-eyes mechanical crow caws at you, flapping his wings. You get up to open the window. He enters and makes himself all too at home on your shoulder. His beak rubs against your cheek and you raise your hand to pet his head. You nudge him with your finger. What is it?

He opens his beak and your boss's voice comes through. “Come to my office when you have the time.”

The order is a reprieve you think as you glance at your computer screen. Chasing after the little runts had tired you out physically and mentally. 

You make your way to his office and knock. 

“Enter.”

Meph flies off your shoulder and goes to his dedicated corner in Sylus’s office. The sight of him puffed up as he rests never fails to amuse you.

[You wanted to see me, Boss?] you sign.

“Yes. I have a task for you,” always straight to the point. In his hand is a brown case file, your eyebrow perks up. If something in this business is only on paper it means off the books. You step forward to receive the file and skim through it.

Sex: Male

Age: 22

“His medical bills have to be paid, find a way to budget it.”

Name: Eiden -

You freeze.

The file is snapped shut a second later, the noise startles the crow in the room. When your head moves up from the file, you find him already staring at you. Eerily calm.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” he whispers. Then he says your actual name, mockery clear in his tone. “It's a bit insulting that you thought I brought your lie. But no matter, I won’t hold it against you.”

You don’t have time to dissect his words.

You thought he was dead.

You remember him clearly, the stab wounds. The blood. Oh god. The amount of blood leaking out of him, mixing with your parents…

Your parent’s eyes stare in horror as you’re dragged down the stairs. Their screams are muffled-

You fucking liar.

All this time you thought he was dead but he wasn’t. He was alive, fighting to live while you had given up and accepted your fate. He was hurting and in pain and you weren’t by his side. 

What a pathetic fucking failure you are.

You don’t deserve to live.

You don’t even deserve to breathe in the air around you.

You- 

A hand encases yours, uncurling its powerful grip around the folder. Its hold on you remains. A thumb softly rubbing circles around the back of your palm. Another hand gently cradles the side of your face, rubbing away the tears you hadn’t realised were falling free during your breakdown.

“You didn’t know,” his voice is too soft as he comes to his own conclusion. It doesn’t help. His kindness isn’t meant for you. All it does is make you feel like the imposter you are. 

His body is pressed against yours. His warmth all over you. You can smell his cologne from how close he is.

Perfect. 

You try to think of what the scent is, desperate to calm down. He’s not the type to wear those “manly” scents, sandalwood or smoky. No, there's a hint of spice to it, maybe some cinnamon. Your sense of smell isn’t the greatest but you can tell it’s an odd blend. One that suits him.

The change of thought works as intended and you find yourself calming down.

Sylus doesn’t feel guilt but as he consoles the crying woman in his arms, he can’t help but think that he’s taken it too far. He had expected her to get angry, think that he was threatening her but his heart lurched when she instead stood there frozen. He hadn’t even realised that he was making his way towards her when the first tear escaped. His body is on autopilot. Consoling her was like second nature.

Neither of you realise this is your first time with skin-to-skin contact with the other.

Imagine his shock when he had been continuing his usual surveillance of the one who owned his soul through Mephisto. At first he had thought she was entering the hospital for her own appointment but confusion arose when he realised she didn’t have one set. Then bitter jealousy that she must be visiting that doctor of hers. Only for her to go into a patient room, with a man. A man that looked just like the woman he’s currently holding. 

It was all too easy after that to find out everything about you. The death of your parents and the hospitalisation of your brother. The details of your kidnapping that you still couldn’t bring yourself to talk about. He devoured any information on you.

Something sour settled into his gut at her infatuation with you. It wasn’t clear to him before but he notices the pattern in all the people she brings him. All of them resemble you in some way. It’s your name she moans in the cover of the night. Jealousy fills him. But even he has no idea who it is he’s jealous of. 

He had been so caught up in exacting some small revenge that the idea of you not knowing your own brother was still alive didn’t even cross his mind. Why was it you keeping your name hidden, keeping a part of you locked away from him, making him so angry? Why did he feel the need to punish you for it? 

Why did he enjoy watching you through those cameras?

Why were you on his mind?

Why did he make sure your office was the closest to his? The bedroom too.

Why did he despise the fact that you were already so close to the twins and Mephisto while so intent on keeping him at a distance? 

His hand is on her lower back as he guides her to the armchair adjacent to his. But instead of sitting on it, he takes the seat right next to hers. 

She’s just staring at the folder in her lap.

“Open it.” 

She follows his command.

Patient rushed to hospital with multiple stab wounds.

There’s more medical jargon that you currently can’t understand. But one sentence is clear.

Patient in need of heart transplant.

Sylus is watching you when once again you snap your head to him. You point at the line.

“Why do you think I’m paying for his bills? With my influence we can make it happen.” He leans back in the chair, legs and arms crossed. He tilts his head in that insufferable way of his with his signature smirk painted across his face. But right now, you want nothing but to kiss him. 

It’s all true, he thinks. She should feel special that he can’t help putting a reward in her punishment.

[Can a heart be donated?] You’re not too aware of the medical laws inside this game. 

His eyes narrow at you, you swear the rubies that are his iris shine. 

“Why?” he draws out. “Are you thinking of giving yours up?”

You bite your lip and it’s all the answer he needs. If you could, you would gasp at the sudden movement from him, his arms clenching on the back of the armchair you’re on. His face is level with yours and his mystical eyes bore right into yours.

“Never going to happen, little bird.” His hand reaches out and taps the area where your current organ is beating so fast. His breath is on your lips, he’s so close. If you were to tilt your head up then…

“Your heart belongs to me now, along with your everything. And I decide what you do with it. Is that clear?”

All you can do is nod.

“Good,” he sits back down but neither of you break your shared gaze. “We’ll come up with something. Something that won’t end up with your chest open,” he sends you a pointed stare.

You give a small smile in return.

“I’ll also find out more about him. I’m sure you’re curious about what he’s done these past few years.” 

You don’t even have time to brighten up and tell him yes before he opens his mouth and finishes his thought. 

“But there’s something you’ll have to do for me in return.”

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Insatiable - Extra #7

The things you either do together/endure or for them: 

Annoying touches:

It’s not really annoying per say but touching you is her greatest desire. Like in Caleb's bond ‘Rain’s Embrace’ where she grabs his face or Sylus’s recent birthday card where she pats him on the stomach, that’s what I mean. You’ll just be cuddling in bed together and all of a sudden, she’s biting your cheek! Randomly poking you in the same place over and over again. Jumping at you etc.

It’s not her fault, she’s desperate for your attention!

Squashing his insecurities:

There’s something about Caleb that has me wanting to just hug him. I relate so much to his desperation for love. He’s willing to be anything for MC, locking himself away, taking care of her, so much of his life is dedicated to her.

But with you, the script has flipped. Instead now it’s you taking care of him. Not even that, the two of you have been through similar shit. That gives the both of you a comfort no one else can. But those insecurities still rear their ugly head, especially the guilt he feels about the way he used to treat you. He’ll find himself believing how you deserve better than him, someone who isn’t so broken. You’ve made it your 24/7 job to squash these stupid thoughts of his.

Laughing at his jokes:

He’s seen by everyone around him as this stoic and cold person who probably doesn’t joke. We all know better though, his dry humour is hilarious but oftentimes it never gets him the reaction he’s looking for. The first time you laughed at his joke, he puffed up in pride and looked so happy. You never tell him this though, afraid it’ll be one of those things where he’ll stop doing it now that he’s aware.

It goes further than that, it shows how deep you understand him to notice when he’s serious and when he isn’t. 

Biting:

I know what you’re thinking. 

Oh, he’s a dragon of course he enjoys biting us!

No, he enjoys it when you bite him. He lost it the first time you bit him while kissing him. You’d done so since you were mad at him. Since then he keeps purposely riling you up in hopes you’ll do it again. You realised it pretty quick so now you just bite him whenever. You won’t deny that you like marking what’s yours. But it’s evolved to something more casual too, biting onto his arm has become a sort of clutch for you.

Keep him company:

I know many believe him to be boring, they label him as not that exciting as the others. But Xavier’s the only one who’s genuinely lived a long life. Sure, Sylus and Rafayel are centuries old but at least they’ve lived countless lives, all different. Xavier has only had the one. He’s experienced so many things that all he wants is to live simply, it’s why he lives in a simple apartment building when he could live in a mansion. Why he wears hoodies and jumpers is because he’s spent so long wearing princely attire, stuck to his role.

It’s why he likes to just spend time with you. Whether it’s cuddling together while you both sleep, or him watching as you cook. No matter what it is you do, just do it with him around.

Nude modelling:

Sure it might sound sensual but it’s not. The first time you agreed to do it, he spent an entire day just studying your body before he painted a thing. It was a different type of intimacy to you, it’s why you never say no whenever he asks. There’s a hint of anger in him when he sees the various scars on your body and it bleeds into his works of you. The paintings come out with so much passion that everyone of your interests has had at least one commissioned. Of course Rafayel made sure to have your consent before he agreed. 

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Apartment 08 - Prologue

Synopsis: The tenant in apartment 08 always remained a mystery to the residents. Rumours about the individual living there always floated around.

A member of the mafia syndicate.

Leader of the mafia syndicate.

The ghost they were all sure haunted the building.

And so many more. Until a select few of the residents get up and close with the tenant herself.

MC x Reader x Love Interests

Set in our modern time. No evols. 

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Settled into the heart of the city, resides an apartment building. Vastly different from the numerous skyscrapers around it, the building isn’t tall - housing only twelve apartments and nine floors - it maintains the old vintage look. The building is nearly two hundred years old, the red bricks used to build it have become washed out over time but the owners like it that way. This doesn’t take away from its beauty. The outside is covered in beautiful plants, vines are left to grow naturally and flowers bloom on the grounds. 

The current owner is a seventy year old woman named Lottie. Her ancestors had been exploited for their labour and had built it. Her grandfather worked hard to gain the deed to it and succeeded. Promising to never show the sickening greed its previous owner had, rules had been set for whoever would own it. One such is to keep the rent at an attainable price and to never sell out to the big corporations. Luckily a decade ago, the building had been granted a historical landmark status which made this easy for poor old Lottie. Fighting those vultures had been easy when she was younger but she no longer had it in her now.. 

It’s these attributes that make the building very sought after, many wanted to live in it even offering to pay ten times the rent. But Lottie researched each tenant well. A tenant's job, age, sex, none of it mattered to her. She cared for who the person was. Each current individual residing on the floor was handpicked by her. So, if you find yourself before her, never show greed. 

When one enters through the dark oak doors at the entrance, they are greeted by the lobby. You’ll be walking on shining hardwood floors, the janitor takes his job seriously. Even more so since Lottie lets his entire family live here. Unlike most buildings that have bright white lights that give you a headache, the lighting in here is warm, like the sun embracing you with its rays on a nice hot day. There’s a gorgeous chandelier right in the middle of the room. If you walk a few steps inside, you’ll find the reception desk where two twins by the name of Luke and Kieran will greet you. Lottie had adopted them when they were children. You might be a little confused at the masks they wear but it's none of your business so move on. Lottie will warn you that they can be a little mischievous with a soft smile on her face. Regardless, the twins take their job very seriously and will always be there in times of crisis. 

Next to the reception desk, you’ll find cubes mounted to the wall. The labels on them starting from 01 to 012. This is where any mail or parcels get delivered to. You might gape in shock at what you see next. The beauty of the grand spiral staircase is indescribable. There’s a deep red rug fitted into the stairs, which are made of marble themselves. The railings are gold. The staircase spans up to the highest floor but we’ll get to those soon. To the side of the staircase are elevators, a recent addition that Lottie felt was necessary. The tenants thank her for it. The elevators are disguised to fit into the wood of the walls, only the outline of them can be seen but the buttons make it easier. 

Also in the lobby is a gym and a laundry room. Not much to say about them so…

If you choose to take the elevator, you’ll be greeted with the option of nine floors. The option are as follows:

G - the garage

L - that’s the lobby, you’re already here silly!

F1 - apartment’s 01-02 are on this floor

F2 - apartment’s 03-04 are on this floor

F3 - apartment’s 05-06 are on this floor

F4 - apartment’s 07-08 are on this floor

F5 - apartment’s 09-10 are on this floor

P1 - penthouse one

P2 - penthouse two

If Lottie has agreed to you being a tenant, then congrats! That must mean you gave her a good impression. Here, let us tell you about the other residents.

Apartment 01 houses our janitor, Miles. He lives there with his wife and three-year old son. Not much to say about them but they are very nice people. Miles’ wife, Karla, will show up to your door with a dish in hand from time to time. She likes cooking for people, just let her know your dietary requirements.

Apartment 02 houses Lottie herself and the twins. Many thought she would take one of the penthouses for herself but Lottie doesn’t like the colour of the walls in there.

Apartment 03 has a nice old couple living there. Samson is a little snappy at times but he means well. He once beat up a man that was stalking the girl next door. Him and his cane are a very dangerous duo so don’t make him angry. But if you do then bake him some chocolate chip cookies and all will be forgotten. His husband, Pierre, loves to gossip. If Samson is quiet then Pierre is loud, they are such opposites that you might question how they’ve lasted this long. But then you see the way they look at each other and the question fades away.

Apartment 04 has a young college student living there, Anjali. She’s a bit of a hopeless romantic but to her misfortune, she ends up meeting terrible men and women. It’s okay, Samson is always there to beat them up for her.

Apartment 05 has a handsome police officer. His name is Xavier. He’s very illusive, often away at work but when you do see him, he’s always sleeping. It’s common to find him knocked out in weird places so either put a blanket on him or drag him to his apartment. 

Apartment 06 houses a pair of adopted siblings. The older one is a man named Caleb. He’s a pilot so he’s gone a lot. You’ll find him at the gym downstairs a lot, make sure to say hi, he’s very friendly. His sister, Mara, is actually Xavier’s colleague. Well, work partner is more fitting. Just like her brother, she’s very welcoming. She has the best snacks so if you befriend her, she’ll share them with you.

Apartment 07 has a cardiologist living in it. Zayne is a kid genius, already Chief in his department while most people his age haven’t even become residents. You’re more likely to meet him in the hospital as a patient then as a tenant. Just kidding, if you work very early or come back very late then it’s more likely you’ll meet him. He has a bit of a sweet tooth, if you want to exploit it.

Apartment 08 houses our mystery. No one knows who lives there. No one has seen the individual, many thought it was vacant but Lottie herself confirmed it. When asked about it, she didn’t answer. She believes it's not her place and who are we to argue with her on that. The insane rumours circulating can all be attributed to Mara, who had come up with theories as to why no one has seen them. None of them are true in case you were wondering.

Apartment 09 has a newly wed couple in it. Lisa is currently working as a Librarian, at a bookstore she owns. She used to go to a very prestigious school when she was younger. Her love for knowledge is why she works, her library is popular, you’ll find a lot of rare books in there. None for sale but she’ll be happy for you to come in and read them. Her wife, Jean, is a captain in the military. Jean is away on business a lot but the two make it work.

Room 10 is currently vacant. It has been for a while. Rumor has it that a girl used to live in there until she was brutally murdered and now her ghost haunts the building. Probably not true.

Penthouse 01 has a man named Rafayel in there. He’s… eccentric. You might recognise his name, his paintings are well sought after. It’s common for him to spend days holed up in his penthouse, working on his art. Don’t disturb him when this happens. He might seem harmless but don’t believe that. 

Penthouse 02 is the top floor. It’s occupied by a man named Sylus. He owns the giant conglomerate, Onychinus. I’m sure you’re confused as to why Lottie let a man who goes against what she stands for live in her building. Truth is no one really knows why. He’s the one who’s lived in this building the longest. Some say it was him who introduced the twins to Lottie, maybe that's why she allowed him to stay.

The mystery in Apartment 08 still remains. Maybe it’ll be answered one day.

[aceecee]

Insatiable - Extra #2

TW: none

AN: Plan to release an extra with every chapter but it depends on how lazy I am.

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Chapter three is now out!

Their nicknames for you: 

MC: angel, my world

Caleb: Shortcake, sweetheart

Zayne: my dear, pretty girl

Sylus: little bird, birdie, owlet

Xavier: moonlight, moonbeam, honey

Rafayel: pretty, brat

Your nicknames for them:

MC: wife, love

Caleb: dude, hindrance 

Zayne: doc, zayniee, Elsa

Sylus: Mr Daddy-Long-Legs (only because he hates it), Mushu, bastard/Dragon bastard/smug bastard, Boss

Xavier: sleepyhead, darling

Rafayel: pretty boy, fishie, public nuisance, annoyance, stop bothering me + leave me alone

Their dynamic with you + your dynamic with them (not set in stone, will change as time goes on)

MC: she worships you + you adore her 

Caleb: loves to annoy you, is down bad + you love to beat him up

Zayne: wants to make up for lost time, likes taking care of you + you’re weirdly shy around him and shockingly obedient 

Sylus: denies his newfound feelings while simultaneously selfish for your attention + you think you mean nothing to him so you treat him like he's your employer which he hates

Xavier: just wants to be around you + you’re soft with him even though you know his cute act is manipulation

Rafayel: desperately wants to hate you and is very reluctantly down bad + you’re done with him 

Bonus: you like to detach from all of them and minimise your relationship to protect yourself

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Insatiable - Extra #4

Masterlist

What is the timeline of the fic?

Okay so I based everything around the age Caleb is currently in the game, which is 25.

Reader and her brother are three years younger than Caleb, in the timeline of the game right now - not the fic - they would be 22.

I've made MC a year younger than reader, I don't remember being told her age so she's 21.

Sylus is 28.

I've put the twins between 18-20.

Zayne is 27.

Xavier's real age is unknown.

Rafayel is 24.

Reader and Eiden are 7 when they move next door to MC who is 6, Caleb is 9. MC introduces Zayne to reader, who is 12.

It's said in one of Zayne's anecdotes that he harmed someone precious to him when he was 12 but for the fic I've made it 15. We all know it was MC he hurt. He leaves shortly after that. Since he has no contact with any of them, he has no idea that reader is gone until he reunites with MC.

Reader disappears at 15 when Caleb has graduated high school meaning he's 18. MC is 14 when she disappears.

Reader was kidnapped for five years meaning she is 20 when Sylus rescues her.

She spent a year with him recuperating, so then she's 21. It's also when I've made Caleb "die", I don't remember how long it's been since his death when MC ends up in the N109 zone. Also reader has no idea he'll come back, she quit the game long before it was announced. She truly believes he's dead. She also has no idea of the lore in the game since she quit shortly after Sylus was released. She hasn't seen their second myths either.

Now currently in the fic we are at the start of her second year with Sylus, she's 22. She'll meet up with Zayne and then reunite with MC at the N109 zone. Then she'll met both Xavier and Rafayel.

I don't think we were told how long ago Sylus's main story took place before Caleb's so again I freestyled.

Reader and Caleb will reunite after him and MC do. Meaning he's 25 and we will be at the current stage of the game!

*originally I wanted reader to be a bit more older but I had to settle for this, also I'm aware that reader and MC have been made too young, maybe there's another way and I'm just too dumb to see it but it's too late to change it now!

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Insatiable - Extra #1

Extras! Extra content that may or may not become canon in the future, alternative universes or just discarded content etc

TW for this: none other than author's sorry attempt at writing smut! fluff and smut ahead! oh wait themes of obsession and possessiveness ahead but reader's into it

May become canon.

WC: 797

Masterlist

She hated mornings. Hated letting go of sleep.

But she could get used to this.

The sun shone brightly through the window, its attention seemed to fixate solely on you. The rays made you glow like the angel she was convinced you were. She had no idea what good she must have done in her past life for this to become a normal occurrence. But the last few mornings were different.

She glanced down at your hand that was entwined with her. Even in sleep, the both of you refuse to let the other go. Your matching rings glint under the sun. A large smile blooms on her face as realisation sinks in.

We’re on our honeymoon. 

She thinks back to all the things you’ve endured to get here. All the struggle the two of you had gone through. How hard you had worked to open yourself to love. And now it was her job to make sure that love is all you would feel now.

She brings her body closer to you, no matter how much you would give her, it would never be enough. She nuzzles her face into your neck, peppering kisses into the skin. But she gets greedy and the kisses move from your neck to your face.

Your eyes flutter open. Sleep still has you in its hold, so you’re a little confused at the constant pressure on your face. But then you find yourself staring into your wife’s gaze. She has that smile that you adore on your face, her eyes closed and crinkling, crows feet forming underneath them. You stare in awe at the woman before you. The woman who despite all the man around her deemed you worthy of her love instead. 

“Morning angel~,” her husky morning voice has you clutching your thighs together. God, how you yearn for her. She must have noticed cause she lets out a giggle before capturing your lips with hers. She positions herself over you, straddling your waist. Her hands find yours once again and she spreads them open with her fingers before entwining them together. The kiss deepens as your tongues fight. She demands control and as always you give it to her. 

One hand moves down to your sleep shorts, tugging at the waistband. You raise your hips letting her move them down, she’s too impatient to fully remove them so they hang around your ankle. Her fingers immediately dip inside your underwear, making themselves at home. You gasp into her mouth when one slips inside, your cunt offers no resistance to the intrusion, a fact that makes her smirk against your lips. 

Needing to breathe, she removes her mouth from yours. Her finger curls, causing you to moan and arch your back, hands grasping at the bedsheet. The sight amuses her, you’ve always been so sensitive when she has her way with you.

She starts to thrust and without warning inserts a second finger in. Her mouth is back on your neck, determined to add even more marks to your body. She needs to remind everyone you meet that you’re taken. 

You don’t fight and instead bare your neck to her. Her possessiveness only makes you more wet. It’s hot when she gets like this.

“What a little slut you are, my angel,” she tuts against your neck. “So wet and willing for me~” 

Her eyes narrow when you're too busy moaning to respond.

Her other hand wraps around your neck, forcing your eyes to meet hers. “Answer me,” she sneers. 

It’s normal for her to get like this during sex and you know this is going to be a long morning. 

“Mhm I’m all yours,” you know exactly what to say. The response pleases her as her eyes get darker with a wicked smile on her face.

“What a good girl you are,” she coos, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, then your cheeks, forehead and eyes. She knows you adore kisses like these.

“And you’re all mine,” the fingers inside you thrust harshly at each word and soon you’re pushed over the edge.

She watches your face twist as you cum, her favourite part. As you lay panting on the bed - gaze still on her - she removes the fingers and starts licking away at them. You think you might just climax again as you watch her.

Her breakfast for the day. 

With a groan, you move to get off the bed and get the day started but you’re pushed back down. You look up at your wife, confused. She only responds by tearing your top open, so she can grope your breasts.

“You’re not going anywhere,” there’s a mischievous smile on her face. Oh you are screwed (literally). 

“Besides…”

“I haven’t made you scream my name yet.”

AN: I've been loving all your comments and I thought we could use a break from the angst and just have something cute. Your support means so much to me. I love you all. Seriously I will kill for you.

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Insatiable - Sneak Peak

AN: A snippet of Xavier's chapter, idk why I'm writing it when he won't be introduced for like three chapters. I'm working on the next one but I have major writer's block so I don't know when it'll be out.

A hand gently grabs her wrist.

“No more,” Xavier softly commands. He takes the hunter watch off her wrist and pockets it. “You need rest.”

She doesn’t even have it in her to fight. The exhaustion has won. Neither of them say a word as he leads her into her apartment. They settle down on her couch. 

She fidgets with the ugly beaded bracelet on her wrist. In times of emotional crisis, it had become a clutch for her. The orange colour on one of the beads had become so faded in these last few months. 

“What does it mean to you?” his soft voice snaps her out of it. She looks in his direction to see him eyeing the bracelet. She finds herself wanting to answer. It’s shocking how close they’ve become in such a short time. Mara has no idea when Xavier stopped being a co-worker and became a friend. 

“My angel gave it to me.”

His eyebrows furrow a little in confusion. She understands, she’s never muttered the words ‘my angel’ out loud since you disappeared. It feels refreshing. It feels right.

“She’s dead too.”

[aceecee]

Insatiable - Help needed

Okay, I asked this before and thought it would be the end of it but I've been getting many comments here on tumblr and ao3 about when Xavier and Rafayel will show up, which following the timeline in my head won't be for 10+ chapters maybe. That's a lot so I understand if your minds have changed so help me decide which direction to go in.

Thank you!!!

Also Caleb's stand alone fic should be out in a couple of days

Edit: it's not going to be out in a couple of days, I don't like anything I'm writing

[aceecee]

What if I said I was working on a stalker Caleb fic rn?

[aceecee]

Insatiable - Author's note

Hey,

I was not expecting this series to get the love it has and your compliments have me combusting. Thank you all for the love and support you've shown.

I just wanted to let you know that the next few updates might be slow, I have to revisit the main storyline to get a better understanding on the characters. I also have to look online for videos on the boy's second myths because I only have Caleb's, I don't even have Xavier's first one (he won't come home!!). I have an idea to get reader involved in them but it might not end up happening. I also start classes again next week and I have a job too.

These are some things I wanted to explain:

Ever is not the organisation that took reader. the organisation has its own goal. I did this because the main story is so rarely updated and a lot of the lore isn't explained. also the game at the same time is packed with lore so remembering it all is difficult

expect things to take dark turns with the organisation, i haven't expanded much on them because the focus is on the cast right now. this is where the non-con warning takes place because of non-consensual acts. I'm clarifying that I don't mean rape in this case, I am never writing that. That being said, I apologise now if I don't end up handling these dark themes properly. I am still very much a novice writer, this is my first work. I'll put more detailed warnings when we get to it but it won't be for a while. Expect plot holes as well, I get carried away in my writing sometimes and write things that I never end up expanding on. I'm trying to fix that.

in case you haven't realised, people noticed that reader isn't meant to be a part of their world, it's also why the main cast feel such a pull towards her. It's also why I've given reader a nature evol, it felt fitting.

this your reminder that is a yandere series so there are already warnings for that put up - also a 18+ fic so if I don't see your age in your bio, I will block you. Despite it being a yandere fic, reader is very much into it - mostly because she's so desperate for love thanks to her first life that she takes their obsession as a compliment but the relationships will be like 50% healthy. Also the character's themselves are labelled as ooc before anyone comes for me.

speaking of reader, she's meant to be very flawed. She's egotistical while very insecure. Loving while a very hateful person. weak and strong etc there'll be moments you don't agree or relate to her and that's fine! I've put her through so much and I will continue to do so! also she's meant to be tall, it's for my tall girlies out there.

there's been hints of the cast not having issues sharing reader (MC and Caleb), this is a poly fic. If that's not your cup of tea, don't worry I plan to have seperate endings for each of the characters.

If anything in this story doesn't appeal to you, it's not my problem. I'm not going to entertain comments like 'ew I don't like poly' etc, thankfully I haven't gotten any yet (only love from my lovelies). The block button exists for a reason, use it and move on.

I'm appreciative of criticisms for example I received comments letting me know it was hard to dictate who was who in my writing so I've been making sure not to do that. It was so helpful so please give me advice, just be nice about it.

Let me know if you want to be on the taglist

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Insatiable - Sneak peak

An extra that I have planned <3 MDNI

It was meant to be a short smut but I got carried away and I really like it so I'm thinking of putting it in the series itself but I'll still post it for you guys.

Your head subconsciously moves towards the door when you hear it open. The figure that steps through has you pause. 

“Rafayel? What are you doing?”

The man doesn’t answer, instead he turns to lock the door. 

Rafayel was having a shitty day. From waking up and finding out that Miss Bodyguard cancelled their plans for an emergency mission, to having to deal with Thomas begging him to meet a client and said client wanting the meeting to take place in a club of all places. The cherry on top was having to watch you flirt with someone. Someone that wasn’t him.