#I suddenly feel lightheaded and.. lost

[sprout-fics]

Reader gets blasted with a sex pollen and is dragged back to base and Konig takes orders from Price with the goal of absolutely demolishing relieving us

Baby's first sex pollen fic let's go-

There’s a huge, sinewy arm wrapped around you as you move. From where, to where, you aren’t sure. The world around you is a rose-colored haze, chiffon and gauzy smoke that obscures your vision, mutes your other senses into nothingness. Your strength seems to fail you with each step, and the massive figure beside you grates in panicked English into the comms as he hauls you up against his side. 

“Nein, their heartrate is too fast. They’re almost unresponsive.”

They? Oh. You.

You try to focus on your body, sink down from the foggy, lightheaded miasma that clogs your thoughts. It only summons a sharp whiplash of sensation. Your body feels hot to the touch, skin aflame, heart pounding arrymthically inside your chest, loud enough to deafen your comrade’s next words.

“Soldier, can you hear me?”

You know that voice, yet when you try and reach for it the only thought that comes is the sudden urge to claw off your gear, your clothes- it’s so hot.

A choked, wordless cry bubbles up your throat as you fumble with the fastenings on your tac vest, blindly trying to rid yourself of it. It feels like with every passing moment fever rises hot and vile in your veins, sweat beading across your forehead. 

“Soldier?” The voice asks, and when you’re shifted against his side the blood rushes down and you choke on your next whimper as a sudden flush of arousal pulses low through your stomach. Hot, searing, wanting.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright. We’re almost at the safehouse. Stay with me, Schatz.”

A safehouse. Somewhere where you can try and get rid of all these layers, strip down to nothing, try and relieve yourself of the pulsing heat between your legs that makes your knees abruptly fall out from under you. 

You sag against him, and the man beside you curses, lifts you up and cradles you against his chest. It’s only then, when his familiar scent fills your nostrils and lights up the recesses of your brain that you recognize him. 

“Konig-” You whimper, burying your face in his hood, trying to chase the smell of him. “H-help…”

He makes a noise then, something between want and dismay, and you can’t fully understand it because he’s so cool to the touch, a soothing balm to your burning insides and you want him closer, closer until you’re lost in him. 

You don’t know how or when you make it to the safehouse, but the moment you’re laid horizontal you claw at your gear with a series of rapid, heaving gasps. Hands settle on yours and help you divest yourself, carefully setting aside your layers until you’re in nothing but your undershirt and underwear. 

“C-captain it’s not helping.” You can hear the note of panic in his voice, the shake in his hands as he lays a soothing palm across your forehead. “A cold shower? The water isn’t running, I-”

A pause. 

“Repeat.”

You whine as his touch vanishes from you, try to claw it back. It feels like minutes until Konig finally touches you again, and his palm is bare this time, absent of his gloves. The scent of him floods across your senses, igniting that arousal into a steady, pulsing flame. 

“Look at me.” He tells you, and his voice is suddenly clear as you blink through your watery gaze at him, seeing the darks of his eyes caught beneath the shadow of his hood. 

“I’m going to help you, Schatz. If…if I don’t you might…might go into cardiac arrest. So please…please don’t hate me after. I’m sorry.”

You don’t care, don’t care, and when Konig’s fingers finally push down with the smallest hint of pressure you shout, back bowing off the bed as your climax rips unexpectedly through you. 

“Shhh.” He murmurs into your ear as he gathers you to him, front plastered to your sweaty back. “I’ve got you, little one, I’ve got you.”

You shake as you come down, but it isn’t enough, isn’t nearly enough, and you whine, force a hand into your pants only for his larger palm to settle atop it. 

“Do what you have to, Schatz.” He tells you, massive frame curling over you as you work at yourself, gather wetness between your fingertips and circle it at your entrance in preparation for him.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

#thursday night thots #konig x reader #konig x you

[cheonstapes]

geto suguru stars in... 'CHOKE ME OUT' (☆_@)

a/n ~ thinkin about when kenjaku was drooling as he choked himself...yeaaaaaaaa

summary; play fighting with your man leads to some...interesting discoveries.

wc; 700+

pairing; geto suguru x reader

cw; SMUT!!, m!masturbation, choking kink, switch!geto, switch!reader, thigh kink, cumplay, they tussle a lil, geto wants reader to suffocate him basically, nawt proofread - surprise!!

you knew your boyfriend was 100 times stronger than you, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

he always went easy on you anyway, he sees you as his delicate little princess - he doesn’t want to hurt you — but he still always won. that is what made you wanna take him down even more. you were standing on opposite sides of the room, circling each other all predator like. “c’mon baby, you scared?” fuck no. in fact, he didn’t know that you’d been training for this - you were gonna take. him. down.

 “shut up, ‘guru.” you murmured, dipping behind the couch as you crawled on the floor to sneak up on him. “huh? the fuck are you doing?” he couldn’t help but laugh at how serious you were taking this, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around for you. ok, now he was a bit lost. it’s like you no clipped through the floor, he couldn’t see you at all. “baby? where’d you-“

you suddenly sprung up from behind, jumping on his back. he let out a little gasp, gripping your thighs as they wrapped around his waist. “what-!” both of you fell onto the couch, his body shuffling down to try and get out of your grip. his hands pushed and prodded your thighs, trying to pry them from around his neck but they wouldn’t budge. you tightened them, grabbing his wrist in your smaller hands to restrain him further. “looks like you’re in a bit of a predicament, babe. you gonna give up?” 

you knew you won, finally. his body relaxing slightly as he let out a small groan. snickering quietly as you let go of his wrist and peered over at his face. seeing him like that, was the last thing you expected. his face was flushed, eyes rolled back as drool slipped from his lips. the more you looked, the more desperate he got - his bulge fat and aching, twitching under the weight of your gaze. “fuck…stop- stop lookin’ at me like that.”

he’s never felt so turned on in his life. having his girl wrap her beautiful thighs around him, choking him out within a inch of his life was his biggest dreams — if he died in between your thighs, he would die a happy man. your smile was downright sinful as you realised what got your boyfriend so worked up - wrapping your legs even tighter around his thick neck. “oh-ho, you like this?” he nodded as best as he could, a hand slipping under his waistband to fish out his cock whilst the other roamed your thigh.

“harder, baby. need you to choke me with those sexy thighs of y’rs.” his large hand worked his cock, lips coming down to bite your flesh, sucking little red marks along them. he couldn’t believe this was happening. he could practically taste your slick pouring outta your cunt, you clearly liked it as much as he did or else you wouldn’t be so fucking wet. “harder? god, you’re such a masochist.” 

his hips chased his fist like a madman, body trembling as he could feel himself getting lightheaded. the way you panted above him, your hips now starting to grind softly — searching for some kind of friction. you were just so cute, if he wasn’t about to pass out — he would eat you out like it was his last meal. “bout to cum, angel. s-shit, gonna bust ‘cause of your pretty fuckin’ thighs.”

his whines were so pretty. his hair tickled your skin as he writhed under you, veins in his hands bulging as he fucked his hand to completion. “fuuuck me! i love you, baby, so — so perfect f’r me.” thick ropes of gooey cum jetted out of his red tip, his thighs trembling and mouth salivating. the dopey grin he had when he looked at you melted your heart, and made your clit throb — you so badly wanted to suffocate him with your cunt till he was begged you to stop. he was too cocky for a guy who was just begging his girlfriend to choke him out.

he shuffled out of your grip as it loosened around his neck, raising a cum soaked hand in between your thighs — spreading his cum on the crotch of your panties.

“want me to choke you with my thighs now?”

“not a chance, suguru.”

-cmere ill let you choke me

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[l4long-winded]

o.s. those sweet, sweet, effectual praises

summary: in which you talk an inexperienced carmen through it (carmen berzatto x afab!reader)

reflection: i meant this as a blurb, so it turned into a really short one shot. forgive me, i overdo things and get lost in the details of very small, small interactions. i've been thinking of finally making some taglists as well, so if anyone is interested, let me know. and, of course, enjoy! feedback is always appreciated!

warnings: cursing, praise kink, pussydrunk!carmy, dirty talk, absolute filth, subby!carmy?, inexperienced!carmy (you can imagine him as a virgin in this if you'd like), sensory words, slight overstimulation, finger sucking, reference to oral (please let me know if there are other tags i need to add)

word count: 1,137

“Christ, stop… s-stop that,” Carmen hisses, his knuckles pigmented ivory as his fingers compress the fitted sheet’s extra fabric tighter into his grip. His other hand is occupied with holding his throbbing girth and, of course, he feels lightheaded as he pulses and sustains the heartbeat against his calloused digits. But the real issue isn’t how hard he is (he surmises he can carve a statue with himself at this point), the issue is the string of slick he focuses on connecting the tip of his cock to your glistening outer lips. It’s that damn wetness his mouth waters for, tongue envying his dick for a flash of a moment, poking out to lick his suddenly dry lips as he imagines it spread over his chin and jaw.

“I’ll hold still,” you relent, like a fucking saint, petting the muscles in his shoulders as your thighs relax into the mattress below.

Carmen leans down to kiss you in that moment, first your cheeks, your nose, then forehead, amply covering every centimeter of surface area to display his appreciation for your patience, because it’s really not your fault, it’s his lack of will power. Mere seconds ago, you chanced a shift of your hips upwards and struck gold on your first try, your dripping slit sliding the head of him right between your folds. It happened so abruptly and he was ill prepared for the surge of pleasure he’d undergo, retracting to just breathe and calm his excitement. He lingers when he finally kisses your mouth, relishing in the noise of approval you hum against him, a sign that he hasn’t completely fucked this up because of his inexperience and clumsy, innate reactions to this entire endeavor.

“Let me,” you mumble against his mouth, your hands tracing from his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and ultimately into his hair, fingers slipping his unruly curls right into the crevices. Your nails and fingertips lightly massage his scalp and fuck, he’ll let you do whatever the hell you want if you keep doing just that, nodding mindlessly despite that small voice inside advising him how he should be the one in control.

“You’ll do it next time,” you promise him, as if sensing his self-doubt, and that’s enough for him to ignore it, his eyelids heavy as you cease kissing him to reach down and grasp him. Your hand is smaller than his is, but your touch has him inhale shakily, slowly removing his own hand so that it can join the other on the mattress, right at the opposite side of your head where he cages you in. You give him a sweet smile, one he wants to kiss and bite at, but his arms flex as he watches your features and remains where he is, glancing down to see how you guide him.

“Breathe for me, Carmy,” you say, which is easier said than done, but he listens to you, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth. It’s easier, he finds, feeling you brush his tip back and forth along your warmth, willing his eyes to stay open to view, his jaw hanging open at the sensation. He particularly enjoys the image of your slick coating your fingers in the process.

“You’re so hard,” you comment, your teeth biting on your lower lip. He forgets you’re also hanging on in anticipation just as he is. He’s glad he’s not the only one losing his mind here, managing a small grin at the lilt your voice adopts.

“Ready?” You ask next and he’s nodding his head again, perhaps a little too eagerly, but he’s past the point of looking desperate and depraved, he really is losing the amount of fucks he has left about how you could negatively perceive him. It’s a waste, anyhow, since you think the world of him.

With his willingness, you offer him a peck on the mouth before you’re fluttering your lashes at him in warning of what’s about to happen. He gulps, monitoring his breathing as you had told him to, and he stares at your face the entire time you align him and gently pull him forward, his hips shifting in accommodation naturally until the swollen head of him breaches your entrance. And shit, breathing is a lot harder to do once he’s halfway inside of you, faltering because he gasped while he was inhaling and almost choked on air.

“shitshitshitshitshit,” he mutters, groaning from deep in his chest when he accidentally makes the mistake of falling to his forearms, sinking himself deeper as a result, drawing collective cries from the both of you. He really didn’t mean to, noticing the tremble of your thighs from how physically close you both are now, your walls clenching him somehow even tighter, astonishing him because he’s never felt anything this enveloping, nothing this welcoming and yet so resisting, twitching and clamping away at him in a vise his hips chase with an additional, involuntary push forward. As he pants out and attempts to find the oxygen he’s lost, he can see the pleasure written on your features, your mouth falling open as he prods at the hilt, your whine infiltrating his eardrums as you clutch onto his shoulders at the stretch.

“Yes, that’s perfect, Carmy,” you say, cupping his cheeks into your hands as you kiss him. His hips stutter, you can’t say things like that to him, not when he’s buried this deep and aching.

“I can’t, I can’t,” he shudders, but you’re cooing at him, calming him down, placing kiss after kiss on his lips even though he believes he’s going to pop any second. His brain tells him to just fill you up and let go, but as always, you’re able to lure him out of that space and force him into the present moment.

“You feel incredible,” you tell him in between kisses, “doing so wonderful,” he moans as he softly thrusts, “fucking me just right.” It’s a miracle he doesn’t blow his load right then and there, beginning to return every one of your kisses slowly but surely. He shifts again and that impending, urgent need rears once more, especially from how you whine right into his mouth, but it fades away as he stills and focuses on your hands on his cheeks. The digits of your right hand feel rather slippery on his stubble and that’s when he remembers what had pooled out of your cunt onto them in the midst of sliding him in on home.

He turns his head, capturing your index finger into his mouth, sucking at the wetness still there while he simultaneously drives his hips into you. It’s instinctual from there, picking up his pace as he moans around your finger, and at your encouraging “yesyesyesyes, fuck, Carmy, yes!”

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi thinks he’s just found out his favourite way to please you and he barely has to move.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, facesitting, he’s so lazy i love him with my whole being. note: hope you guys enjoy! i’m spreading more nagi around my blog <;3

you almost laugh out the loud the first time nagi does it, the first time you tell him you’re needy as he lies back on the couch after a long day with his head in your lap. his eyes are resting closed while your hands card through his hair and he hums before he’s peeking one open to give you a drowsy, lidded look.

“ah, cmeer then, pretty thing. would be such a hassle to get up right now.” his words are low, drawled as he pushes his huge body down lower until he’s lying flat against the cushions to your side. he’s sending you an expectant look as his fingers squeeze at your thigh, trying to pull you closer before he’s pouting and puffing out his cheeks with a sleepy sigh.

“ehhhh, jus’ hop on, come on—“ nagi grumbles, whines before he’s sending you another look, it’s dark and needy and you think you finally get what he means when you let him lure you closer to where he lays.

as lazy as he was, he could compromise atleast.

his large palms move you so easily, spreading your thighs as you kneel above him before he’s smoothing his fingers through your clothed folds from underneath you and pulling you closer. just close enough for him to nuzzle into your heat with a low groan before his fingers are hooking underneath your panties to pull them to the side, out of his way — hassle or not, he’s always got a little extra energy when it comes to you.

but now, the only thing more bothersome than the idea of moving is how fucking hard nagi is with you straddling his face.

you hear him groan from his place below you, his face between your thighs as you grind down on his tongue. his cheeks and the lower half of his face are slick with your juices as they drip down onto the couch below him, and his fingers flex into the flesh of your hips every time your thighs tighten around his head.

“keep doin’ that, pretty thing.“ you hear nagi mumble under his breath before he buries himself back into you. the low tone of his voice sends vibrations straight to your clit as your hips twitch from the sudden jolt of pleasure, your fingers tightening in the snowy, messy mess of hair across his forehead as your hole twitches around his tongue.

“feels s’ good—ehhh, can just use me like this.” he growls shakily, pulling away momentarily to slide his slender fingers between your folds before he’s spreading you lewdly and diving back in. it’s loud, the way he’s slurping and smacking at your slick as he drinks in the very taste of you that has his cock twitching between his thighs, beads of precum gathering at the tip while he pays no mind to it.

he’s only focused on the feeling, the thought of you creaming on his tongue knowing hes barely had to move a fucking inch.

nagi feels sticky, sweating hard under the heavy fabric of his sweats and hoodie and the air in the room heavy as he laps at your clit. hes flushed from his cheeks to his chest and there’s a thin sheen of sweat sticking to his bangs but he needs more, messier — he’ll drag you in for a bath with him later.

his palm takes a rough, needy handful of your ass as he pulls you deeper into him, allowing him to push his tongue even further past your folds to dip into your hole, lewd squelches filling the room as he fucks you with the muscle.

nagi feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach, his cock aching for any sort of friction as it strains at his sweats but he’s just so lost in you instead — suddenly it’s like he’s got a new wave of motivation to push himself further.

he wraps his lips around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll the sensitive bud so he can feel you jerk in his hold, his large palms rocking you against his mouth as he groans against you once more. its fucking filthy, how easily he moves you as his fingers tremble into your skin — palming at your body like he’s trying to ground himself but pull you closer all at once.

“pretty thing, know you can gimme more. fuck—no fair, gimme it.” nagi almost whimpers, begs — his words are like a breathless plea as they quake with need and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten when you look behind you to watch his own hips twitch at the idea of you cumming on his face, paired with the pressure of you grinding down on tongue.

his movements are almost desperate, they’re suddenly energetic — like a sort of rare motivation from your usually drowsy boyfriend. but your skin feels on fucking fire when the pleasure races through you, you can hear his own quiet moans against your cunt between smacks and suckling noises and that alone makes your thighs tremble either side of his cheeks before you squeeze.

“fuck—sei!” you babble, your clit knocking against nagi’s nose with every buck of your hips as you drag yourself along his mouth, your arousal drenching the cushions below you both.

you jolt when you feel him suck your clit between his teeth, nibbling on the sensitive bud before your orgasm finally washes over you, causing your thighs to tighten around him in response. but instead of pulling away he only wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you even closer until you’re pretty sure he can’t even fucking breathe with how he’s burying himself in you.

it’s greedy, the way nagi’s lapping at you as you cream into his mouth, tongue dipping into feel your walls squeezing down around him as he slurps and drinks everything you have to offer him, like you’re offering half of yourself completely and he’s so eager to accept with slurred like mmm’s and yum, angel’s

you feel your body slacken as you ride out your orgasm, fingers tightening in nagi’s hair as you try so desperately to steady yourself while he continues to bathe your clit in kitten licks, shooting tiny aftershocks through your body. his face is sticky with your slick as it trails down his cheeks, reducing you to soft pants as you try to catch your breath with every swipe of his tongue.

you’re prepared to climb back off as you shift, assuming he’d want to get back to his post practice nap and his online ranking. but before you can move yourself off you shriek at the feeling of him speeding up his ministrations again, his hold on you still tight as he grumbles from between your legs once more

“hey, not done yet, angel. wanna give you more, come on. don’t think this is a pain anyway.”

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader Hey! Can you do a story where reader gets hurt during the fight in the last episode and Xavier freaks out and helps her feel better? Thank you! I love all your stories, they’re so good!!!

Who’s the idiot who accidently deleted all the asks/requests thinking I was on another side-blog that I wanted to clean up and re-purpose? It’s me. Hi. I’m the idiot. It’s me. I wish I had saved them somewhere, but I didn’t for Xavier… Please send requests for him so I can keep writing!! Also, for some reason I ignore, this post has not been showing anywhere so I took it down and reposted

Request: Can I get Wednesday’s sister getting attacked by the hyde and Xavier being at the hospital when she wakes up?

keep sending requests for Xavier

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It all happened so quickly.

You and Enid had been running to get to Wednesday with Thing when you heard a grunt as Enid fell to the ground with a strange crack. You assumed she was hurt, but something else was happening. She was turning.

‘’Enid!’’

Her body was twisting in a sickly way as she was turning, her clothing ripping as she grew in size and shape and fur now coating her usual smooth and soft skin. You had never seen a werewolf turn before. You’ve always wondered how small people like Enid could turn into these beasts. It was fascinating.

Farther away in the woods, Wednesday found herself face to face with Tyler. They exchanged a few words until, just like Enid, his body transformed.

Once her transformation completed, the now werewolf girl howled into the night and began running to where you assumed was Wednesday. You and Thing followed after her, your much shorter legs — or fingers — carrying you slower.

You halted when you saw the hyde, seeing it for the first time. He was massive and visually terrifying as he fought with a ferocious Enid. You looked around for your sister, but the raven haired girl was nowhere in sight. She must have gotten away and gone to the school, Thing was explaining to you. That’s where the final battle with Crackwood will happen.

Suddenly, you felt sharp claws in your calf and were dragged down as you screamed in pain and terror.

The hyde got you. You clawed at the ground to anchor yourself, soil getting under your nails as you tried to resist the monster’s grasp but he was so much stronger and bigger than you that your fight was already lost. You were going to be the next victim — the next death.

Thing tried to help you, but he was just…a hand.

You kept screaming and fighting, tears formed at the corner of your eyes as the pain in your calf was intensifying. You’ve felt pain before, but never on this level. This felt like your whole calf had been butchered.

Your screams of distress were heard and a growl echoed, followed by Enid jumping on Tyler and clawing him with all her anger. He had hurt you, he had hurt her friend.

The two creatures moved the fight, and Thing hurried to your side. You sat to check your injury, the fabric of your pants slashed and soaked with blood. There were three deep gashes along your right calf. Blood was spilling rapidly and beginning to make you feel lightheaded.

Thing was telling you to hold on, to stay awake, but your eyes were too heavy and consciousness slipped away.

When you opened your eyes, you were in a room too bright for your sensitive eyes. You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned in complaint, cursing the fluorescent lights above you. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the harsh lighting, then started making out the white walls and the heart monitor that was beeping loudly every three seconds. By the window, there was a table with some dying flowers — pink tulips — and a matching pink card. They must be from Enid. The color palette matched her too well. There was also a small black cat plush that was likely from your sister, Wednesday.

At the foot of your bed was a boy in a dark gray hoodie asleep in a small and uncomfortable looking chair.

‘’Xavier?’’ you croaked out with difficulty, your throat and mouth dry.

You hadn’t seen him since the day he got arrested. No one had been allowed to visit him in the Jericho police office. You had tried to sneak in, but one of the officers caught you and escorted you out.

‘’Xavier,’’ you repeated, a little louder this time. It came out more like a squeak, but it was enough to make him stir and frown, slowly waking up.

Your name slipped from his lips and his eyes filled with tears when he saw you were awake. There were dark circles under his tired eyes and his hair were thrown into a messy half up, making you wonder how long he’s been sitting there for.

‘’Hi.’’ You reached out to him with your hand, only to wince at the small movement, feeling a throbbing pain in your calf and up your leg.

‘’Don’t move. I’ll come closer.’’ Xavier stood, rushing over to you and clasping your fingers with clammy hands.

He should alert the nurses that you were awake, but he’ll do that in five minutes.

‘’You’ve been unconscious for a few days due to all the blood you lost. You…you almost died—’’ His voice faltered, the thought of losing you making his heart ache.

Back in the woods when the hyde had attacked you, you thought that it would be it too. You thought that you would die and never see Xavier again. Never get to touch him or hug him or kiss him again. But he was here, standing before you and holding your hand in his.

‘’Enid told me what happened in the woods.’’ His eyes shifted to your blanket covered feet, your calf more precisely. ’’I’m sorry I wasn’t there.’’

You shook your head, refusing to take his apologies. ‘’You were fighting your own fight, Xavier. Besides, there were handcuffs and chains on your wrists and feet. How could you have been with me?’’

He looked down and laughed softly, knowing you were right. What could he had done from the inside of his cell?

‘’What happened to Tyler? Did they kill him? And Enid? I’ve got to thank her for saving me. What about Wedn—’’

It was Xavier’s turn to shake his head, shushing you. ‘’Later.’’ One of his hands let go of yours and tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘’I’ll tell you everything later. You need to rest…and I really gotta alert a nurse before one of them comes in and see I didn’t tell them you were awake.’’

He kissed your forehead before going, promising to be quick, but you grabbed his wrist as he was leaving. ‘’Not yet. I want to stay alone with you a little longer.’’ You looked into his green eyes and played your cards, knowing how to make him fold to your requests.

Xavier sighed, soft for you and unable to say ‘no’ to that face. ‘’Alright… Five more minutes.’’

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[universal-verringbebe]

The LADS if you ask them to be rough with you

No one asked for this but I was trying to sleep and this idea invaded my last brain cell and I couldn't rest until I wrote it all down. Enjoy my wild thoughts.

18+, MDNI, explicit

Zayne: The Dom

• He's taken aback by your request at first

• "I thought my kitten enjoyed getting pampered"

• His piercing eyes seem to see right through you even if you're blushing and trying to avoid direct contact

• He asks you if you're sure and once he gets that confirmation, his whole aura seems to darken

• "Strip"

• He kisses you like he's taking control of your whole body through your lips and tongue

• Hand gripping your face while the other touches your body as he pleases

• Picks you up like a ragdoll and tosses you on the bed, ordering you to not move

• And when his own body is bare, he wastes no time in holding your legs open

• "You don't need anymore preparation, right kitten? You seem wet enough to take all of me in one go, so make sure you do so"

• When he penetrates you, its with a hard thrust that knocks the breath out of your lungs and he doesn't stop to let you catch it

• Just when you're getting accustomed to the harsh pace, his large hand finds a place at your throat, skillfully stopping the blood flow to your head

• You're overwhelmed and he's whispering in your ears with that seductive voice of his

• "That's right, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

• "Just take it all darling, let go"

• You can feel the high of your orgasm coming up, at the same time feeling lightheaded as his hand continues squeezing your throat

• And just when you start to see black spots creeping into your vision, he releases you and gives you one final thrust that sends you over the edge

• He holds you until you come back to your senses, wanting to make sure you're alright

• "You're such a good girl for me, rest now kitten"

Xavier: The Possessive One

• When you ask him, he takes a moment to look at you, considering

• "My princess seems to want to change things up. Who am I to deny her?"

• He walks towards you, like a predator to prey, backing you up to the wall, caging you in

• His lips are hungry, his tongue a weapon in your mouth, devouring you

• You're so lost in the kiss, it catches you by surprise when his hands suddenly grip your night gown and rips it in two

• "It was in my way"

• "I'll buy you a new one princess"

• His mouth travels your body, biting harshly and sucking at the skin, marking you in all the places he's the only that will see and many in places others can as well

• Makes you suck on his fingers before plunging them into your hole, fucking you on them until you're at the edge of an orgasm.

• He pulls them out and bends you over the table, pulling your arms behind your back and using them as an anchor as he slips inside you and fucks you senseless

• "Might just put a baby in you, wouldn't you like that?"

• He forces your body to meet every thrust so you can feel him as deep as possible

• Leans his body over you so he can whisper in your ear that he's going to fill you up so good, you just need to take it

• And when you both cum, he uses his fingers to push any that comes out back into you

• "Can't waste any of this now, can we?"

Rafayel: The Sadist

• "Oh? Baby girl wants to be a slut today I see"

• "Maybe she should earn it"

• He would push you on your knees and guide your mouth to his cock

• After a few shallow thrusts to warm you up, he pushes it as far as it would go down your throat, enjoying the sounds of you gagging

• He face fucks you until he feels close before releasing you, admiring your abused face

• Tells you to get on the bed on all fours and to arch your back so he can see everything

• He takes his time looking at you before delivering a harsh smack to your ass, your whimpers sounding like music to his ears

• "You can tell me to stop anytime, but I can see how wet you are already baby girl"

• He thrusts into you without warning, before pulling out and spanking you again

• He repeats that process several times and then he's pulling your hair to drag you to his chest, finally fucking you fully

• His hand reaches around you to pinch your nipples, the slight pain adding to the intense pleasure you're feeling, your head forced back and neck exposed to his teeth as he still has a grip on your hair

• The orgasm that slams through you causes your whole body to tremor, his thrusts stuttering as he cums with you

• "We should absolutely do that again, you take every thing I give so well"

#love and deepspace #yes im aware my favoritism with zayne is obvious BUT WE DESERVE IT FROM THE LACK OF SEXY CONTENT COMPARED TO THE OTHERS IN GAME #but i hope i also did the other two justice #i just have so much brain rot rn over them #also tell me xavier wouldnt have a breeding kink. its in my head rent free #and raf can def be a sadist considering his hot and cold feelings with the mc #most likely a masosadist but still i stand by my headcanons #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace xavier

[rascal-xo]

I LOOOVVVEEE YOUR DOMESTIC GHOST 😭😭😭 could you give us a lil more and maybe some NSFW ones 🥹🫶🏼

Stargirl | Simon Riley x Wife Reader |

Warnings: Fluff + Some Smut :)

Word Count: 838

A/N: This is a Pt.2 to Domestic Bliss, but can be read as a standalone :)) I hope you enjoy it! Lmk what y’all think in the replies 🩷

You stand by the door watching as Simon is lost in his own world, carefully painting the nursery walls in smooth strokes. He's shirtless and wearing a pair of basketball shorts, his muscles flexing with each movement. He enjoyed nothing more than being home with you and being able to let loose. You smile to yourself, feeling a flutter in your belly. You're 4 months pregnant with your first child together. You're only showing a little bump but watching Simon prepare for your baby fills you with a sense of excitement and contentment.

Months ago when you had first told Simon, he stared at the pregnancy test in his hand, feeling a wave of shock and uncertainty wash over him. The reality of the situation had hit him like a ton of bricks.

He didn't know if he was ready to be a father, or if he was even capable being a good dad due to the one he had grown up around as a child. But Simon knew he had to be better than his father was, and he couldn't imagine anyone else being the mother to his future child.

"You shouldn't be here, Love." Simon said, sensing you in the room. "The fumes."

You nod, but can't help but stay, watching him work with such care and dedication. "I just wanted to see how everything was going," you reply softly.

Simon pauses and turns around to look at you, his eyes softening as he takes in your presence. He loves nothing more than seeing you in his t shirts which always end up being too big on you.

"You're glowing," he says with a smile. "But let's get you out of here before you start feeling lightheaded."

You chuckle at his protectiveness and follow him out of the room, the smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. As you step into the kitchen, Simon sits you on the counter and you happily enjoy the view of him with little splashes of paint all over.

He notices you looking at him and chuckles, shaking his head. "What?" he asks with a grin.

"You're a hot mess," you reply, reaching out to wipe away a smudge of paint on his cheek. Simon leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

You run your fingers through his messy hair, deepening the kiss as your bodies press against each other. Simon's hand moves up your back, his touch electrifying as he pulls you even closer. You moan softly, the heat between you building with each passing second.

Simon's lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. He reaches the curve of your shoulder where his t shirt isn't covering, and nips at the skin gently.

As he reaches back for the hem of your t-shirt, he breaks the kiss and pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Are you sure you're up for this, Love?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You smile and nod, your own desire burning bright. "I want this, Simon," you whisper, your breath hot against his neck, leaving kisses against his skin.

Lately more than ever, your drive has been put in full throttle which Simon isn't exactly complaining about.

As his shirt and your panties fall to the floor, Simon moves you a little further forward on the counter, his hands wandering over your body. You gasp as his mouth reaches between your legs, and his fingers finding all the right spots. The sensation is almost too much to bear as your body trembles with pleasure.

Simon's eyes flick up to meet yours, and he hums against your skin in response, urging you on. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot. "Come for me, baby," he whispers, his lips back on your clit, his tongue flicking against it in a way that has you seeing stars.

And then suddenly you're gone, your body writhing in ecstasy as you come hard, your walls clenching around Simon's fingers. He keeps going, his mouth and fingers working together to bring you to another orgasm, before him.

Simon moves to stand between your legs, his own desire evident as he leans in to urgently kiss you with pink lips once more. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as he suddenly enters you.

The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming as you both moan in ecstasy. You move together in perfect rhythm, the pleasure building with each thrust. Simon's movements become more urgent, his breath hot against your neck as he reaches his peak.

You follow soon after, your body shaking with pleasure for the 3rd time as you both collapse onto the counter, panting and sweating.

As you catch your breath, Simon pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around you protectively. "I love you," he whispers, his lips pressed against your forehead. You smile and let yourself melt into him, feeling more content than ever before.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #call of duty smut #ghost x reader #fanfic #simon riley imagine #ghost x female reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #Simon Riley x pregnant reader #ghost x pregnant reader #mw2 x reader

[bruisedboys]

could I request something from Eddie’s POV? maybe where he and the reader are pretty friendly but just about acquaintances and he’s kind of obsessed with her (in a semi creepy but mostly he’s so in love) thank you thank you

thank you for your request, I love writing in eddie’s pov it’s so fun. hope this is okay!!

fem!reader 0.6k words

Eddie Munson is never going to get over the fact that you, the prettiest, sweetest girl he’s ever met, actually wants to be in his company. What’s more, you want to endure Hellfire to spend more time with him.

Hellfire, as its name suggests, is not far from hot hell. He still doesn’t know why you’re here.

“Edster.” Your voice is a little jokey as you nudge Eddie’s elbow with your own, your shoulder pressing into his. “Y’didn’t go and get lost on me again, did you?”

Eddie blinks. “What?”

You giggle, a sweet sound that makes Eddie lightheaded. “Nothing, bub.” Your hand lands on his knee and you give him a squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. How long til your club gets here?”

Eddie forgets how to speak. Your hand sets his entire leg on fire. He fishes around his brain for an answer.

“Oh, um. I dunno, they should be here soon.” Eddie rubs the back of his boiling hot neck. “Maybe five minutes?”

Whether you notice his lack of coherent speech or not, Eddie doesn’t know. You stand and suddenly Eddie’s staring right at the back of your thigh, your skin exposed by your short skirt. He thinks he might die on the spot.

Eddie talks without really meaning to, his mouth spilling words before he can stop them. “So, um. Why are you here again?”

He’d meant it like why are you hanging out with me, a total loser? But he’d accidentally made it sound like he doesn’t want you here, which is definitely not the case. You turn from where you're poised over the table, looking understandably offended.

Eddie scrambles. “I-I mean.” He’s definitely red in the face. Definitely. He scrubs the back of his neck again like that will help. “You don’t even like Dungeons and Dragons.”

Understanding crosses your face and then a flash of something akin to embarrassment, though it’s so quick Eddie thinks he might’ve imagined it. You shrug and round the table, your perfectly lacquered nails dragging over the wood.

“I dunno,” you say, voice a pitch higher than usual but Eddie’s so up in his head he doesn’t notice. “Seems kinda fun to watch.”

“It’s not.”

You snort. “You’re not being a very good advocate of your own club right now, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs, because you’re funny and you’re pretty and he has no idea how the fuck he’s supposed to act around you. Meanwhile, you’re leaning over the table to pick up a dice, your necklaces dangling. Eddie accidentally looks straight at your chest and then hastily looks away, his face burning. He really needs to get this staring problem under control.

“Eddie, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve got a dice in your hands, fiddling with it in your ringed fingers. But you’re frowning. “You look distracted.”

I’ve been caught, Eddie thinks. Red handed.

“Who, me?” He says jauntily, hitching what he hopes is a convincing grin onto his face. “I’m fine. Just thinkin’.”

You snort. “Eddie Munson, thinking?” You tease, sarcasm drenching your tone. “What about?”

“Super important Hellfire stuff,” Eddie lies through his teeth.

You look like you maybe know he’s lying but then he’s saved by the door opening and loud voices flooding in. In come his clan of nerds, louder than a band of monkeys.

“Hey, Eddie!” Says one of them.

“Oh, hi, Y/N,” says another.

“Didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend to club today!” Says Gareth gleefully.

Eddie groans. “Fuck off, Gareth.”

His face burning, Eddie looks to you, an apology on the tip of his tongue but you’re giggling and looking almost as flushed as he feels.

Mid-laugh you meet Eddie’s gaze and smile at him in a way that he doesn’t quite understand but makes his heart race anyway.

“It’s okay,” you mouth, before he can apologise for his friend’s absurd behaviour.

Eddie’s thinking about it for the entire rest of the meeting.

#★ mal writes! #ღ eds #finally FINALLY got this done. yay #I’m trying to finish all my asks so I can do my 1k LMFAO #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader fluff

[whoreforred]

Meetings

Summary: During a meeting your mission gets canceled. Your night is suddenly freed up and Natasha knows just how she wants to spend it.

Warnings: NFSW! powerbottom!natasha, top!reader, strap on, oral, porn without a plot

WC: 1.7K

AN: Need her. Need her bad. Hi! I need her.

Another boring meeting. It's almost like they were trying to make this one more monotonous than the last. Presentation after presentation. Updates on current missions as well as new intel accrued. 

You drilled your fingers on the edge of the large glass table and glanced over to Natasha. She had her arms crossed; eyebrows slightly furrowed as she zeroed in on what the agent at the front of the room was saying. You couldn't believe someone could look so effortlessly beautiful. That red hair did something to you...

Just then Natasha's focused look turned to one of disbelief, "what?" She said to the agent at the front of the room.

You remembered that you were in a meeting and turned your attention to the annoyed agent who repeated himself, "The director has postponed the mission to recon a potential hydra base. But we can still go over the- '' you stopped listening. That was supposed to be your mission that you were leaving for tomorrow. Natasha shot you a glance and winked before looking away again. It seemed you both knew what you wanted to do with this sudden change in schedule.

The meeting droned on for another hour. The second the projector flickered off and everyone was dismissed, Natasha walked over to you and whispered in your ear "I'll be in my room". At her raspy statement a shiver went down your spine. Thank god for a day off.

You lost Natasha in the hustle between agents going in and out of the room. Not that it mattered, you knew where she was going. You picked up your papers and notebook and went back to your room to grab some things. 

You made your way over to Natasha's room and lightly knocked to make your presence known. You opened the door before she could say anything. The second the door got more than a few inches open, a hand appeared in front of your face and viciously grabbed your shirt collar. Your body fell forward as the hand roped you into the room. The door slammed shut as your body fell back against it, now with a certain assassin pushing flush against you.

She moved her hand from your collar to your throat, where she used the pad of her thumb to pull your chin down to her. Her green eyes bore into yours and she inched forward until you could feel her breath hit your lips.

"It's been a while since we've had a whole night to ourselves" Natasha breathed out. Your hands came to meet her hips, one going rogue to squeeze her ass. She let out a small gasp at the feeling.

You lowered your head until you were right next to her ear. "Even more of a reason to fuck you senseless." You growled into her ear. At that comment Natasha eagerly slammed her lips against yours. You pulled one of her legs up so you could slide a leg between hers. Once her heat made contact with your thigh Natasha almost melted into the floor. You chased a swooning Natasha with your lips but quickly pulled her back up by her hips.

She continued grinding into you and sloppily moving her lips against yours. Having Natasha completely at your will made you feel lightheaded. You kept your lips attached to hers and moved your hands under her shirt. The feeling of your cold hands on her heated skin made Natasha moan into your mouth. You felt goosebumps begin to rise on the sides of her rib cage. You loved seeing her body react to you.

As you began to run your hands along every curve of her back she was practically clawing at your biceps, holding on for dear life.  She let her tongue find your lips, beckoning for entrance, which you happily obliged. The kisses continued to deepen until you thought the red head was on the verge of collapse. Just before that moment you scooped her up and carried her to her bed.

Natasha protested with whines because she was so close to reaching her high, but you knew this would be a long night. You set her down on the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt off haphazardly. Before you had a chance to reach around her, Natasha had already unclasped her bra and pulled you on top of her. You kissed down the sides of her neck, licking along the line of her jaw and ran your hands up and down her rib cage once more, just slow enough to drive her crazy. Her hips left the bed trying to find comfort in yours, desperate for you to touch her where she needed you. 

You finally let your hands drift to her breasts and place kisses along her collarbones. She pulled you into her as if you were going to float away at any second. She let out a small “please” that made you grin into her skin. You had never known a more patient person in your life, until she was under you that is.

You moved down her body while littering her belly in open mouthed kisses. You could feel her abs flexing under you in anticipation. Your fingers grabbed the hem of her pants and slid them down while your lips continued running across her hips, then her thighs. Natasha sat up on her elbow and ran one hand through your hair, effectively moving it out of your face so she could see you better. You locked eyes with her as you pulled her underwear down in a swift fashion. She whined as she watched your hand come up to meet her core. You ran your fingers through her folds, collecting her slick like it was pure gold. She moaned at the sensation and bucked her hips which made you grab onto her with one hand to keep her pinned down to the bed.

You lowered your head and let your tongue run one big swipe through her opening. At that she fell back down onto the bed with a grunt and attached both her hands to your head, pinning you to her. You began to lick at her nub and reached one hand up to hold her breast. Natasha moaned so loud you had to silently thank Tony for the soundproofing in her room. She grunted profanities as you continued eating her out like your life depended on it. She held onto one of your hands as she began to reach climax. Her grip tightened and her muscles contracted sporadically as her face screwed up into one you have seen many times before. You kept your tongue moving in the same pattern until she became completely undone and clasped her shaking thighs around your head like a vice.

You licked up her juices before crawling back up her body to meet her lips. She moaned into your mouth when she tasted herself on your tongue. When she had come down completely, she began undressing you. Your shirt flew off in record time and her hands expertly undid your belt. You got up off of her to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes while you looked for Natasha’s favorite strap. You found the harness and began putting it on, still trying to catch your breath from your efforts. 

Nat drank some of the water on her nightstand while she raked her eyes over your figure. She didn’t fail to notice the sweat glistening on your skin and the way your biceps flexed. She sat up and purred, “Come here”. You walked over to her while holding the harness that was only halfway put on, not knowing what she wanted. You watched as she grabbed it out of your hands and started tightening it to your hips. She moved to kiss your neck while she finished attaching the toy to you. Once she was done, she pulled you onto the bed and climbed on top of  you. You watched on with eager eyes as she moved with such grace. Her legs came to straddle both your hips while she stared with hooded eyes.

She took both your hands and placed them on her hips gently. The sight before you had you completely entranced. While you were in your own little world you failed to notice that she was sinking down on your length in the most sensual way possible. Once she met the base with her core, she leaned down to kiss you much more passionately than earlier. The deep kisses had your head spinning, then she began to slowly grind and you swore your head was going to burst into flames.

She continued picking up the pace, albeit slowly, and you let your nails scrape light marks into her back. Her grunts and low moans disappeared in your mouth as the cock slid in and out of her. Her movements quickened and her hips lost a little bit of their rhythm, so you moved to grab her ass and help her move with the fervor she was craving. Your hips began to buck up to meet her in perfect sync. The rough pace made her stop kissing you to lay her head on the crest of your neck; her entire body reaching a high that kept her from being able to do much else than let you take her.

Her moans and hot breath met your ear signaling that she was close. You snapped your hips, begging your muscles to not fail before she had her release. Nastasha let out a crippling moan and her body shook above yours. You kept moving to work her through her orgasm and felt her juices coat your thighs. Natasha tapped your chest lightly to let you know she needed a second. You laid there for a minute while rubbing her back and felt content enough to die. 

"Round two?" She murmured while running her thumb over your jaw. You were going to be sore tomorrow.

#natasha x reader #natasha x you #natalia romanova #natasha romanoff #bottom natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanov #natasha x fem!reader

[dongfuck]

Does He Know? - l.jn, l.dh

pairing: bf!jeno x fem!reader x sneaky link!haechan

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: cliffhanger ending, cheating, haechan centric, semi-public sex (car sex), exhibitionism, oral (f), temperature play, unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight anal (just fingering), mentioning other’s name during sex, masturbation, slight sexting, smoking (weed), nipple-play (m), handjob, ‘just the tip’, public make out

wc: 8k

note: inspired by swedish house mafia and the weeknd’s moth to a flame. and yes, i did change the banner. also, if the ending seems a little lost or off, try going on the web and reading it there. tumblr’s a shithead sometimes.

recommended songs: a spotify playlist.

Your lips moved in sync with Jeno’s as your hand roamed through his soft hair. At this very moment with your boyfriend all over you, your mind couldn’t help but wander elsewhere. What is he doing now? Is he thinking of me too? Is he hooking up with someone? You immediately shook your head in hopes of getting rid of the ridiculous thoughts your mind was creating on its own. Just then, you felt Jeno pull away from the kiss with both his hands cupping your jaw. “What’s wrong?” His thumb rubbed smooth circles on your delicate skin in concern. “Nothing. I’m sorry…” Your eyes gazed to the wardrobe on your right, avoiding his. “No, it’s okay… We can stop if you don’t want to.” You swore you could hear a hint of disappointment laced in his voice but it was too faint for you to be a hundred percent sure.

Nodding your head slowly, Jeno shifted his position to beside you before turning on the lamp by your bedside, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable… Let’s go to bed?” his right hand caressed yours softly. “Yeah.” In the middle of the night, at around a quarter to twelve, you’ve found yourself awake with a snoring Jeno next to you. It was a habit, you could say. Waking up in the dead of night, grabbing your phone from the nightstand which you made sure was placed on Do Not Disturb, and opening the messaging app. You couldn’t pinpoint when exactly the whole ordeal happened. It wasn’t like you planned for it to happen but sometimes, sometimes, you get a little too greedy.

Your gaze shifted towards the boy next to you warily before typing away on your phone. He was awake. He always is. There wasn’t a time he wouldn’t reply to your texts or calls. Most of the time, you wonder why you were doing this. Is it right? Obviously it was not, but you were in denial. You wanted to believe what you were doing was right when you know it was not. Your fingers typed away without a care for the world and you felt almost as if you were being controlled. He had a hold on you that was impossible to release yourself from. Suddenly, as if you were shot with an arrow of realisation, your thumb hovered over the send button and your eyes flashed to the words ‘Online’ under his saved contact. This was wrong. You believed it was wrong. There was no denying anymore. It was wrong.

Almost immediately, you switched off your phone before slamming it screen first onto the nightstand and forcing yourself to sleep.

The next day was a blur. You’d caught Haechan staring at you with a look of disbelief plastered on his face. You’d avoided him all day. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that it was over. That you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Needless to say, you were scared of him. You knew what he was capable of and you weren’t going to risk yourself any further. Walking around aimlessly through the halls of your campus, you looked around frantically for your best friend, Kia. Your eyes trailed everywhere through the building that suddenly seems all too big and stuffy for you. A hand was placed at the side of your head, feeling all of sudden lightheaded and dizzy. You blinked multiple times before sprinting to the nearest restroom.

Both your hands found their place by the sink as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were red, lips glazed with saliva and eyes drowsy. You didn’t know your purpose here. Were you about to throw up? Or maybe your mind was simply just creating a reason for you to end up in the restroom. Turning the tap on, you pooled the running water in the palms of your hands that you took off the sink before splashing the liquid onto your face. The water was icy cold and you could feel your vision going blurry. There wasn’t an explainable reason for it though. Suddenly, as if you’ve finally gained your conscious, your eyes were clear again and you were no longer feeling the aching pain in your head.

“Surprising to find you in the men’s.” Your head whipped to the voice that was coming from your right. “Haechan.” You controlled the tremble in your voice. Though, it was hard not to notice it. “That’s me. Mind giving me the pleasure of knowing why you’re in here?” He was inching closer to you. You didn’t care to notice though. “I entered the wrong restroom. So if you’ll excuse me—” You attempted on making your way to the exit door but no way was Haechan going to let you go this easily after you quite literally ignored him last night. He took steps to block you from walking any further when you’ve reached less than a foot away from the door.

You avoided his piercing gaze from above you and looked everywhere but him. “People’ll come in.” You stated. “I’ll lock the door.” Right then, you heard a click coming from the door indicating the lock was flicked. “We shouldn’t be doing this in the restroom. Mind you, public restroom.” You emphasised on the word ‘public’ with a stare into his eyes. “Oh we’re not going anywhere.” Haechan’s right hand found itself in the dip on your waist as he pulled you closer to his heated body. “Then say what you have to say and get it over with. I have psychology.” You placed a hand between the both of you on his chest to keep a safe distance between you two. There was an amused chuckle coming from the boy by you that made you curious.

“No you don’t. I take psychology with you.” All of sudden, you felt your cheeks flare up at the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “Just talk.” The voice you let out was small and almost hushed but he was grateful to have heard it. “What happened,” There was a pause before he continued, “last night?” You could’ve lied and pretended you didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about and you believe you should’ve. But something in the way he looked at you and tightened his grip on your waist has you showing more than just a reaction. “I’m done.” It was the truth. It really was. But once the words leave your mouth, you felt like you were telling a lie. “You are?” He was bemused, you could tell. Maybe even in disbelief. “I am.”

You glanced above to stare at his confused expression. Haechan was obviously puzzled. Probably because no one’s said something similar to him before. It’s always him who ends things. “That’s new.” His eyebrows raised and dropped with an upside-down smile on his face, “Are you sure though?” that question echoed through your head endlessly. Were you? Were you sure? A lump in your throat was swallowed when you thought about it. At this, you could hear Haechan’s signature mocking chuckle filling the empty restroom. “You’re not.” He took one of his free hands and held your wrist that was still firmly placed on his chest and brought it to his lips before giving it a lewdly romantic kiss that you would almost be jealous of.

“You need me,” He kissed the inner part of your forearm as his eyes shut in ecstasy teasingly. “and I need you.” You couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if he was simply manipulating you but nonetheless, that was the least of your concerns at the moment. As the two of you were caught in the heat of the moment, there was an ear-piercing bang of the locked door followed by what sounds like a pissed man. “Open the fucking door you motherfucker! I need to pee!” He ended his rage with three bangs on the door before Haechan turned to look at you with horror. With a hushed voice, he said, “In here.” he pushed you to one of the empty stalls before all you could hear was the door getting unlocked and the sound of angry stomping alongside some bickering. Plus, you could also hear what sounds like peeing.

“What in fuck’s sake were you doing in here with the door locked?!” A shuffling of a belt was followed. “Sorry, I didn’t notice it was locked. I just finished taking a shit and heard banging on the door. It wasn’t me I swear.” Your eyebrows furrowed and you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the façade Haechan was putting on. “Well. whether it was or wasn’t you, just don’t do that.” There was the sound of running water and the hand dryer before you assumed the guy left. Huffing out a breath of relief, you waited for Haechan to call you. “He’s gone.” Opening the cubicle door with a peek, you walked out of the it annoyedly.

You made your way to the exit door with no obstacles this time but before you could leave through it, you heard Haechan calling your name from behind you. Rolling your eyes inwardly, you turned your head a little as a sign for him go on. “Meet me at the usual after classes. And don’t make me wait.” You said nothing and left the restroom with a forceful tug at the door. But it wasn’t like it was slammed, it simply retreated to its original place slowly. As you were walking to your next class, you couldn’t help but think about what Haechan’d said barely five minutes ago. Don’t make him wait? Hell yeah I’m gonna make him wait. Might as well ditch him. But you knew it was a bad idea. So you simply made your way into class as none of students seem to care about your entrance. Except for one.

“Babe! Where have you been? You were missing since lunch. Didn’t you check your phone?” Hearing Jeno’s worried tone made you somehow feel guilty and sad but you tried to hide your emotions from showing on your face. Instead, you patted your pockets for your phone knowing damn well you didn’t have it with you. “Sorry, my bag and phone’s with Kia.” Giving him a small frown, you took the seat next to him before giving him a peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry for disappearing like that, Jen.” a small smile was carved on your lips. “I-It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again.” You could see the hint of blush forming on his smooth cheeks and you failed to hold back a smile at that. “D-Don’t laugh at me!”

Your head was thrown back as strings of moans and curses left your parted lips. You’d met up with Haechan at the park you always go to and somehow, it’d led to him eating you out in his car. Your hands found their way to the locks of his hair before you began tugging on the soft strands. There was a brief moment where you could feel his determination in his movements but that moment left as quick as it arrived. In spite of the moment being so brief that you would almost see it as a simple misuse of strength, you were a hundred and ten percent certain he was determined to prove something. But what was it he wanted to prove? That he’s better than Jeno? You couldn’t quite wrap your head around it, but you also did not care.

So putting that thought to the back of your mind, you opened your eyes to meet his lust-filled ones before spotting the devilish sinful shit-eating smirk on his face. Grinding your hips onto it, you could make out what sounds to be a breathy moan leaving his lips and causing heat to pool between your legs. “Hae-Haechan…” Eyes were being rolled to the back of your head as you could feel your orgasm right around the corner. Haechan’s hum that vibrated around your pussy was what caused you to cum all over his lips making them even wetter than they already were. Kneeling by your knees, he stared at you with eyes that could burn as you take in the way his white button up was a few buttons loose, his necklace that was once tucked into his shirt now sitting exposed on his collarbone. It was starting to become too much for you.

The sight of his cum-covered red lips has you biting on your own as you rubbed your thighs together, smearing the hot liquid around them. “Don’t do that.” Both his hands was placed on your hiked-up knees before patting them with his fingers and letting the cool breeze hit your hot skin again. You breath hitched at the feeling as you gripped on his left arm tightly. “Come on, stop acting like you don’t like it.” He stated with one of the hands that was on your knees now roaming your clothed chest. For a second, you thought it was over. That he was gonna stop and move on. But no. The second his hand left your heated body, he took the cup that was empty of the iced water and was left with just the ice. Taking the lid off, he stuck his hand into the cup before pulling it out with an ice cube in his hand.

“Haechan.” You said warningly. Not in the car. “Just for a while.” Was the last thing he said before he was rubbing the ice onto your wet pussy. His unoccupied palm was placed over your lips to prevent your sounds from being too loud. His rubs began to increase in speed as your legs started to stretch before hiking up again. All of sudden, his movements stopped and the melted ice cube was replaced with a new one but this time, it was placed directly above your gaping hole. You knew where he was going with this. He’d done it countless time before that you’re starting to think he has some sort of ice kink. Pushing the ice cube into you agonisingly slowly, you had to suppress a scream at the feeling of your insides turning numb from the coldness. Haechan kept it inside you as his hands worked their way to undo his jeans before his boxers were pushed to his knees and his cock thrusted into you dry.

“Shit!” You managed to let out when Haechan’s palm was removed from your lips. You could hear the tremble in his voice when he let out the most filthiest groan ever heard. Both his hands found their way by your head as his thrust began growing faster by each passing second. “Fuck, Y/n…” You knew he was feeling the cool of the ice too when the cold liquid began dripping from his balls to the velvet seats. Crying his name was all you’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes and it wasn’t any different now. Gripping his shoulders painfully, you tried to focus on Haechan’s dick pounding into you but it didn’t help that your mind was suddenly reminded of Jeno. And it was worse when you accidentally cried out your boyfriend’s name.

It was as if time’d stopped and Haechan’s thrusting immediately stilled with a look of disbelief on his face. “Really, Y/n? You’re really thinking of him while I’m literally fucking you in my car? Are you that much of a whore?” His hips began moving once again but this time, it was faster than the previous. In fact, it wasn’t just faster, it was deeper, rougher, and painfuller. “Fuck, Haechan! I’m sorry!” The car was already shaking from the intensity of his rutting but seemingly enough, you actually wouldn’t mind if people saw what you guys were doing. Not that that would be the priority though. “You can never, never compare me to that piece of shit you call your boyfriend. I am always going to be better than him. At everything I do.” His words suddenly left a pang of hurt in your chest. Although he wasn’t talking about you, the way he spoke about your boyfriend made you feel the rage slowly pouring out of you but before it could spill, you quickly bottled it before tossing it to somewhere in your head to be thought about later.

As of now, all you wanted was to get your mind off of shit with Haechan’s cock stuffing you full. So full that you almost didn’t notice your second orgasm approaching. “Don’t. I haven’t came yet.” An annoyed whine left your lips before your grip on his shoulder loosened and drop to his firm arm. You traced the veins on his arm shakily as you heard an extremely loud groan slowly seeping out of him before you came with him. Hard. Unwillingly pulling out of you, Haechan placed his heavy cock on your exposed tummy and you felt the heat radiating from it even after being soaked in ice cold water. The hot liquid began leaking out of you and Haechan had to bite back the urge lick it back into you as he watched the line of white pooling at your asshole.

Reaching a finger over to it, he gathered the line of liquid before stuffing it into your lower hole with a few pump of his fingers. A soft moan could be heard from you as you tightened the grip on his finger. An amused chuckle emitted from the bottom of his throat when he noticed your gesture as he slowly pulled out of you. “Don’t think I’m forgiving you for saying his name and for ignoring me.” Haechan rolled his eyes with a lick of his fingers. Damn. I don’t need your forgiveness anyways. “Is that so?” You hadn’t notice that you’d said it out loud when both your hand was slapped on your mouth. “Is it?” He repeated. This time, he was closer by an inch. “No! Of course not. I was joking.” You smiled nervously at him after your hands were removed from your lips.

“That’s right.”

Sitting at the edge of your bed with your hand stuffed between your thighs as you stared at the pictures Haechan had sent wasn’t the type of ‘productive’ you planned on being today. It all happened so quickly. One time you’re innocently texting him and the next he’s sending you risky images on purpose. Your gaze darted to the white door in your room, making sure it was locked before slowly lying your back onto the soft mattress. A sigh left your lips when your fingers began moving against your clit in smooth circles. The wetness that was smeared around your heat was enough to make your movements easier. Reaching your fingers lower, two digits prodded at your entrance and you let out a dangerous whimper at that, instinctively swatting your head towards the door once again.

Your eyes were shut when your fingers started to slowly sink into your tight hole. At that moment, you were beginning to miss the way Haechan liked to fuck you. Fast and rough. The way his cock fitted inside you so well has you curling your toes in the air. Hiking up your knees, your heels dug into mattress beneath you allowing the comfortable material to dip by an inch. You glanced at the image showed on your phone screen as your fingers moved in faster and more pleasurable motions. Your head was tilted back with an inaudible groan leaving the depth of your throat before you unconsciously clenched against your own fingers.

You could feel your orgasm approaching but somehow, it felt all too far for you to reach. Something was holding it back and you have no idea what it was. You tried to pleasure yourself even more by taking tiny glances of the image of Haechan with every peek but still, you couldn’t cum. After a few minutes of trying to orgasm, you finally gave up with a huff of frustration as you forcefully pulled your fingers out of your abused hole. Sighing, you shut your eyes and took your phone before getting out of the bed and to the bathroom.

The feeling of the hot water dripping across your body has you smiling softly into the liquid as your hands rubbed the foam of soap onto your chest. A hot shower was definitely what you needed after a long, tiring day. Stepping out of the shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror with your head tilted to one side. Would Haechan still like you if he saw you like this? With your hair dripping and you body wet? Curious, you grabbed your phone from next to the sink and held it above your head as you stared at the front camera imitating doe eyes. Pressing the white button at the bottom of the screen, you snapped a photo of you naked with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

You patiently waited for Haechan's reply after having had sent it to him a minute ago with the caption 'was thinking of you'. You knew it was cheesy and corny but you didn't at the moment. You wanted to sound cheesy. The ding in your phone has you immediately opening the messaging app as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. Smiling ear to ear, you read Haechan's response with a cheery feeling blossoming inside you.

haech: shit

haech: i wish i could see you like tht

haech: you look fucking hot

haech: send me another

Doing exactly what he said, you placed your phone against the hand soap horizontally before snapping a few more photos to send to him. Your favourite must definitely be the one where your exposed chest was slightly jutted out and your hand went to touch your pussy but fortunately, the countertop was covering it so he couldn't see much. You know he likes a little tease.

you: [Attachment: 1 image]

haech: fuck my dick's fucking hard

haech: wanna see?

haech: [Attachment: 1 image]

You swore on your life you heard a moan leaving your lips but it was too brazen for you to believe it was actually you.

you: wanna ride it so bad

you: it's unfortunate i can't come over

haech: why not? want me to come to ur place?

you: jeno's coming ovr in a bit

When he didn't reply despite having have read your message, you knew he was jerking off. In the middle of a conversation? Seriously?

you: dick

you: are you seriously jerking off rn?

haech: u shld do it top

you: what

haech: too* sorry tyo

haech: typo*

you: whtevr i'm tired

you: gnight

With that, you switched off your phone and wrapped a warm towel around your body and walking out of the bathroom with your phone in hand. Getting dressed didn't take that long. You simply threw on a black tee and a pair of green plaid pajama pants before launching yourself onto the comfort of your bed. Fun fact, you lied. About Jeno coming over. Come on, it's 10pm. The only people in the house at this hour is you and your roommate who is most likely asleep right now. And you should be too. Haven't I told you you're (most of the time) an early sleeper? Tucking both your hands under your pillow, you closed your eyes and hoped to be taken into slumberland but unfortunately someone had to ruin it.

The sound of your notifications blowing up your phone has you cupping your ears with both hands and what makes it even worse is when the ringtone starts playing. And it doesn’t help that it’s fucking Sticker. Picking up your phone from where you left it, you angrily looked through it to find the culprit and Lord and behold was he there spamming you with unnecessary information. Like, I don’t fucking care if your socks are yellow.

haech: i just came

haech: and it got all over my socks

haech: and they’re yellow

haech: my favourite pair :((

you: i don’t fucking care

haech: jeez what’s up with you

haech: you were all slutty just a minute ago

you: i want to sleep

haech: k then fine

haech: night

haech: wait didn’t you say jeno’s coming over?

“Hey, you alright? You’ve been spacing out lately… Y-You can talk to me.” Jeno halted your movements by taking place in front of you. “Jeno, we’re in the middle of the hallway.” You stared at him with warning eyes before he gave in and brought you to the lounge area a little further down the hall. There were many students there. Most of which are busy hunching over their laptops and probably wouldn’t even flinch if the building got bombed. The others however, were either sleeping or just talking. Sitting down across each other on two of the empty seats, Jeno cleared his throat and lifted his gaze to meet your avoiding ones. “Babe.”

You couldn’t look at him. Not after what you’d done. I know, I know what you’re probably thinking but there just something different about this time. It wasn’t like the countless times you’d slept with Haechan before. No. It was different. Was it timing? The feelings? You were yet to find that out. “Babe.” You heard Jeno call out for you again. Sterner this time. “Babe, what’s wrong?” There was a hint of worry in his voice, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. To tell him the truth. Or rather, what he wouldn’t want to hear. It’ll hurt him. Bad. Like how it’d hurt any other person that’s going through what you’re going through right now.

A part of you could sense that he knew. That this was all a play to get you to come clean. On second thought, maybe it is better to come clean. Maybe that way, you wouldn’t have to hide anything from anyone ever again. But every pro has a con, doesn’t it? As I was saying, he probably knows about this little fling you have going with his brother. Yeah. Brother. It was a typical Saturday night when you first met him. Crazy am I right. You share a class and you don’t even know him. Anyway, you were hanging out at Jeno’s blah blah blah until… His brother comes into the picture. He was wasted. Probably stoned too. Jeno was scolding him for barging into his room but he said nothing. And then he left. Since then, every problem he had was yours. Every concern he had, was yours too. And vice versa.

So fast forward to a few months later, right now, with you having a potential serious talk with your boyfriend. Whom is sitting across you at the moment. Just waiting for you to say something. “I’m fine.” Your voice came out harsher than you’d intended it to be. You blame it on your dry throat. You noticed the way Jeno tensed up and the tone of your voice but you didn’t want to say anything. You felt bad, of course, don’t get me wrong. But your throat was drier than a dessert and you refuse to talk more than a couple of words. “You don’t seem fine. You know you can always talk to me if there’s something bothering you.” A smile was all you gave. Not an answer, a reply, just an empty smile.

Clearing his throat, Jeno continued as he stood up from his seat abruptly, “Well, I’ve got class so… See you at lunch?” you simply nodded. “Study hard, Jeno.” Oh God, what are you becoming. “You sound like my mom.” His eyes were squinting at you but before he left for his class, he gives you his signature grin with a wave to which you gladly returned. Sighing, you too got up from your seat and went in the opposite direction he did which you ended up bumping into your very own best friend. “Kia!” You exclaimed with an excited shout. “Y/n! Do you have class?” Kia questioned you suddenly. “Uhh yeah, I have English.” You noticed the way she rolled her eyes and that’s when you knew where this was going.

“You’re not asking me to skip with you, right?” Kia always skips. Don’t really know what she’s doing with all that time though. In your opinion, classes are a way to take a break from real life. A break from all the problems you have with your love life, family, friends, all of those. It also prevents you from doing anything dangerous or wrong. “Come onn live a little, will ya? We can go for a smoke, drink—” It wasn’t going to convince you the slightest bit. You’ve made up your mind and you’re sticking with your decision. “I don’t smoke, Kia. You know that.” You rolled your eyes at her. “Then accompany me.” And with that, she pulled you out of the building and to her empty place. “Where’re your parents?” You asked the moment you stepped into her house with her leading you to he bedroom. “They’re both at work. So it’s just you and me.”

Her room never changed. It looked the same, has the same aesthetic, and even smelled the same. Sitting on the edge of her bed, you watched as she pulled out a bowl and a lighter from the bottom drawer of her nightstand before laying on the bed with her stomach faced down next to you. Putting the slimmer end of the bowl between her lips, she carefully lighted the other end before inhaling a big breath of weed and releasing in with a long sigh. “Want some?” Kia looked at you expectantly when she handed you the bowl but you politely refused, “No thank you.” to which she replied with, “More for me then.”

The two of you shared a conversation for about less than half an hour until a curious question from her catches you off-guard. “What’s going on between you and Haechan?” You could sense your eyes going a tad bit wider than before but you tried to hide your shock. “What do you mean? There’s nothing going on between us.” Lies. Plain lies. You were hoping that Kia doesn’t find out. She’s gonna tell the whole world. “I see the way you look at him. You love him.” She took another inhale from the bowl. “What? That’s absurd. I love Jeno, stupid.” Lightly pushing her shoulder, Kia kept a suspicious expression plastered onto her face. “I know, I know. But there’s nothing wrong with loving two men at the same time, right? You don’t get to choose who you love.”

“Okay, I think you’ve had too much weed.”

“You can tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“About you and Haechan, obviously!”

You sighed for the nth time that day. This girl is really going to be the death of you one day. “There’s nothing going on between us, I’ve told you that.” Your annoyed eyes met hers before she continued. “But I don’t believe you.” Groaning, you fell on your back against the bed and covered your face with both of your hands. “Then don’t believe me all you want. I don’t give a fuck.” you said. “Okay, Sarah Hyland.” You heard the sound of the bowl being place back into the bottom drawer before you felt the unoccupied space on the mattress next to you sink and Kia was seen laying next to you with her arms behind her head. “So then… You’re not super duper madly in love with Haechan?” she teased.

“Kia!”

“Jeno, I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the other day.” You fiddled with your fingers as you sat cross-legged on Jeno’s bed. Coming over to his place has always been a thing between you two. You enjoy staying at his because his parents like you, the house is quiet, and because Haechan’s there. But you never really get to see him though. You’re always too busy with Jeno and whenever you do get the time to check on him, he won’t leave his room. “Hey, it’s okay,” Both his hands reached out to cup yours before bringing them to his lips and kissing them tenderly. “I’m not mad at you.” You could sense the honesty in his calm voice but you couldn’t help but feel even more guilty at the statement. “I— I shouldn’t have said that. It was wrong that I raised my voice at you but I swear that I didn’t mean it—”

Jeno’s grip on your hands tightened before he was staring into your brown orbs deeply. “Y/n. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He repeated. Smiling, you leaned closer towards him before placing a small peck onto his left cheek. You watched as his cheeks heat up and his eyes widening by a fraction. “I was not expecting that.” There was a small chuckle followed shortly after and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Laying on your back, you pulled him from his seating position to lay beside you and gave him the warmest hug anyone could ever ask for. It wasn’t a shocker when he returned it just as warm. Shutting your eyes, you unconsciously melded yourself into his body and is now breathing softly against his neck. “That tickles.” Jeno muttered under his breath with an airy laugh.

“It does?” Blowing more air teasing onto his fair skin, Jeno let out a deep laugh at that as he struggles to pull away from your grip. “Babe!” You swore you heard a giggle leave his throat but that was the least of your concerns at the moment as you stared at his lips when he finally managed to pull away from you. You saw the way he slowly leaned towards you for a kiss and with you having the same thoughts, you instantly pressed your lips against him, almost too aggressively. But the two of you were slowly getting used to the aggression and now you’re both hungrily sucking away at each other’s faces. Usually aggression only appears with Haechan. So you’re a bit surprised when he responded your aggression with even more aggression. Woah, that’s a lot of aggression.

Maybe it was that that made you this way. Maybe you just needed a mixture of both to satisfy you. Maybe you’re just greedy. Jeno’s hand reached over to the back of your head before he was pushing you deeper into his lips. Smirking into the kiss, your lips discreetly trailed down to his jaw and began leaving wet kisses along his jawline. Occasionally sucking on the tender skin. Skipping his neck, you immediately made way to his clothed chest before stopping on left nipple and looking up at him with big puppy eyes. “Y/n.” It was a warning from Jeno. He doesn’t usually let you do anything to his nipples. It’s not that he doesn’t like it. It just makes him look vulnerable. And he doesn’t like that.

“Please.” You kissed his chest softly to make him say yes. You could see him pondering in his head and by the looks of it, you knew you got him. “Fine. But this is going to be the last time.” You both know that’s bullshit but for the time being, let’s not talk about that. Smiling sweetly at him, you raised your lips until it was sitting directly above his left nipple. You licked your lips before darting your tongue to his clothed nipple and giving it kitten licks. You could feel Jeno getting tense at the feeling so you couldn’t help but give a small smile. Attaching your lips to it, you gently sucked on the bud with your tongue licking it softly. “Fuck…” Jeno’s hand reached behind your head before pushing you closer to his chest as strings of curses left his parted lips.

Placing a palm to his exposed left thigh, you rubbed it up and down before your hand made its way higher up his thigh and into the space of his shorts. The closer your hand reached his sex, the harder he began tugging on your hair. “Y/n—” You could sense that he was trying to sound stern but it was a foul attempt. You lightly bit the perked nipple between your lips which caused a loud hiss to break out of your boyfriend. Finally, your hand was placed on top of his throbbing cock and was only separated by the thin material of his boxers. Playing with the elastic band, you heard Jeno mutter something above you that sounded like, “Don’t you dare.” but it was too incoherent for you to make out anything from it.

Lifting the band by a fraction, you inserted your hand into his confines before beginning to draw circles on his dripping tip. “Fucking hell, Y/n…” The sting when Jeno harshly tilted your head away from his chest didn’t last that long when his lips was all over your neck. Licking and sucking everywhere. Almost immediately, you started to stroke his cock at a fast pace, earning a few loud groans from the man opposite you. Suddenly as if time has stopped, he detached his lips from your neck and held your arm that was down his pants firmly and looked into your eyes deeply. “I wanna fuck you.” You were surprised to say the least. Of course, you wanted to fuck him too but you were still sore from the session you had with Haechan earlier. Though, you couldn’t tell him that.

“But I want to make you feel good…” You traced doodles on his soft hands. “Please, Y/n?” The look on your face was unreadable but it sure wasn’t an agreement. “J-Just the tip! I swear!” Jeno had his eyes so wide and hands cupping yours tightly that you couldn’t help but give in. “Fine… Just the tip?” You asked for confirmation and he nodded at the question. Sliding your shorts and panties down, Jeno instantly took his off and gave you an open-mouthed kiss as he slowly slid his hard cock inside you, stopping when it reached just below his tip. Your forehead fell onto his shoulder when you clenched yourself around him hardly. “Ah—! Don’t do that!” Jeno whisper shouted, only receiving an innocent giggle from you as a response.

“Sorry… Does it hurt?” Again, you tightened around him which earned yourself a tight grip around your hips. “Fuck yeah it does.” Smiling to yourself, you leaned in closer for a kiss to which he responded instinctively. Minutes passed with the both of you doing just that when the door suddenly flew open with a surprised Haechan by the door. Jeno lifted his head by an inch to peek at the unwanted presence by his doorframe before his eyes turned wide at the sight. “Haechan—” He wasn’t given the chance to finish his sentence when the other boy was already shutting the door close. Not forgetting to add a small, “I’ll come back later.” before leaving. You didn’t bother turning around to face him knowing damn well the look he’d give you would’ve been nothing less than a grimace.

The sudden intrusion caused you to pull back from Jeno with an annoyed expression. You can’t pretend like nothing happened and go back to whatever you were doing before when the guy you’re having an affair with just walked through the door. “Hey, you okay?” You hated the sound of that. The sound of Jeno being worried because of something you’re supposed to be guilty for. You hated how he always tried to make you feel comfortable. You hated it more than anything. “I’m gonna go grab a glass of water.” Reclothing yourself, you were about to twist the knob of the door when Jeno’s voice interrupted your actions, “Want me to come with?” which you replied with a simple, “No need.”.

You knew Jeno’s house like the back of your hand. Countless times you’ve been here which makes you sometimes realise that you spend more time here than in your own. Making your way towards the kitchen, you caught sight of a male figure leaning against the kitchen counter with his back facing you. It was terribly obvious that the figure is someone you know fairly well. Someone you’ve came to despise. Though, was it really hatred though? That, you are yet find out. Right now, as you’re walking towards the kitchen, you could feel your heart rate increase immensely. But you’re good at hiding it.

Reaching a hand to the glasses on display, you poured yourself some warm water before leaning against the kitchen counter next to Haechan, who also has a glass of water in his hand. “It’s late, y’know.” You told him with a sip of your water. “Thanks for letting me know, I definitely did not know that.” Said Haechan sarcastically which earned an eye roll from you. You didn’t know why, but there was this sudden urge to apologise. The thought of apologising to Haechan had never crossed your mind but tonight was different. “I um… I’m sorry.” Your gaze drifted to your feet unconsciously. “For what?” His voice was so unfamiliarly soft that you’d almost not recognise him.

“You know what for.” Another sip. There was a small chuckle coming from the boy next to you but you pretended not to hear it. “You shouldn’t be. He’s your boyfriend.” He assured. You twisted your head to look at him for a short while before you were back to staring at the cabinets in front of you. “I know. But you’re making me feel l—” Cutting you off, you heard a slam of an empty glass against the counter before Haechan was staring at you deeply. “We’re not having this conversation,” He paused mid-sentence as he turned around to walk away, leaving you with a stern, “Ever.” before he was out of sight.

Making out with someone that isn’t your boyfriend in public at a frat party really isn’t very ideal. Eyes are watching you everywhere and mouths were starting to talk. The music was loud, it really was. But the whispers around you were louder. You’ve got everyone talking about how you’re this little cheating bitch and honestly, you couldn’t care less. All you knew was that you had your arms wrapped around Haechan’s neck and his were on your waist. I know you’re probably thinking, ‘oh what happened at jeno’s place? is hyuck still mad at reader?’ Well, the answer to that is yes. Haechan is still mad at you but what happened in between is not for you to find out. At least, not right now. Maybe sometime in the future.

When the talking about you began to grow dramatically louder, you can’t help but wonder: where the hell is Jeno? It’s not like you wanted him to see you. Truthfully, you really didn’t. A hundred percent. You hated even the thought of it. You loved Jeno and you didn’t want to lose him. All of that thinking suddenly got you tired and you were slowly pulling yourself away from the kiss. Haechan probably noticed this when his lips began trailing to your exposed neck. A sigh could be heard from you but the loud music probably drowned it all. It was an unconscious movement but your eyes suddenly parted and started to look around lazily.

Until you spotted him.

The expression on your face changed drastically as you made eye contact with Jeno who was standing a few feet away from you. You pushed Haechan’s body away from you immediately which earned you a confused gaze from the boy. Giving him an anxious glance, your gaze switched back to Jeno just to see him making his way out the door with a red solo cup in hand. Instinctively, you pushed passed the wave of people hurriedly as you watched Jeno leave through the front door, abandoning the cup on one of the tables by the door. It took you no less than five minutes to finally reach him as you panted softly from the immense searching you just went through.

“Jeno.” Your voice came out hushed and you could almost spot a tremble in it. “Hm?” He turned around to face you with a small smile carved on his pale face. “I’m sorry. I-I know I say that a lot, but this time I really, really, really mean i—” Jeno had a puzzled looked plastered on his face as if he didn’t just see his brother sucking on your neck barely ten minutes ago. “Huh? What are you sorry for? What did you do?” Jeno reached a hand over to yours before caressing it with his thumb softly. You were baffled to say the least. Had he not seen you earlier? Was it just your imagination? Either way, you have decided that you were going to tell him tonight. And there’s no backing out.

“W-What do you mean?” You searched his eyes for answers but there were none. He was too good at hiding them. “You did nothing wrong. Why are you apologising?” Jeno took a few small steps toward you before stopping right in front of you with a soft gaze. “I— Haechan— I-I was— I have been—” You knew what you wanted to say but the words were refusing to leave your mouth as your eyebrows furrowed. Sighing discontentedly, you finally mutter the words, “I have been sleeping with your brother.” and the look on Jeno’s face was something that you’d never want to see again. “I—… It wasn’t an accident? O-Or like a one time thing?” He kept his voice low and you figured that he did saw you earlier but pretend not to because he thought it was accident.

The silence that engulfed you had him backing away from you slightly as his hands released their grip on yours. “Look, Y/n. I-I don’t want this to be the end of us. I love you. A lot. And if you’re having an affair with my brother, please… Please just don’t let me find out. I really really don’t wanna lose you.” The last few words that left Jeno’s mouth has your breath hitching as guiltiness began to fill you. From your churning insides to the thick of your bones and to your burning skin. He really loved you. He really did. But can you return the love he’s giving you? People always say actions speak louder than words and you believed it. So you knew there was no point in saying ‘I love you’ anymore if you didn’t mean it. Don’t get me wrong, you do love him. But the things you did while loving him doesn’t translate to that.

You often think about it. Ending things with him and each time, it just gets harder. But right now, as you stared into his deep brown orbs searching for any signs of hatred or disgust, you knew you couldn’t hurt him. And in order to not hurt him any further, you thought about doing it. Finally muttering the words you knew would break him, but at least he won’t break forever. So maybe, just maybe…

You’re letting him go.

that was very anticlimactic but we’re gonna shut up about it okay

tagging: @jaeminsbebu , @lovingvoidgoatee , @yesohhsehun

#nct imagines #nct dream #nct smut #haechan smut #nct hard hours #nct 127 #haechan hard hours #haechan imagines #haechan #jeno smut #nct #nct scenarios #haechan angst #nct dream smut #jeno hard hours #donghyuck smut #jeno imagines

[salty-croissants]

Rayman/Ramon x reader : suggestive scenarios 👀 ❤️

Thank you @theunalivegodd for the request !

Don’t worry , as long as it’s not fully nsfw I’m fine with occasionally writing suggestive stuff :)👍

Thank you for asking about it first though , I appreciate it ❣️

Not gonna lie though , I was a bit nervous about posting this one … hope I got everything right ;_;

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

presence of suggestive elements 

Rayman 🧡

You released a sigh , staring at the ceiling of the bedroom while trying to keep your eyes open : 

Rayman told you that he was going to be late tonight for an important interview that he absolutely couldn’t avoid ( Board of Directors orders , as per usual ) , but you were still determined to wait for him , even though you were quite tired yourself .

< Come on … just a little longer … he’s gonna be here soon … > 

Your efforts were admirable , but eventually after a few minutes your head fell back on the pillow and you ended up falling asleep .

…

You weren’t even sure how long it had been , but at some point you woke to the familiar sensation of someone leaving a trail of kisses on your back , and a smile illuminated your face … 

< Hmm … welcome back , Ray … ~ > 

When you slowly turned around to look at your boyfriend , you couldn’t help but notice the sheer exhaustion on his face … however , judging by the spark in his eyes he was definitely very , very happy to see you after all those hours of work and stress .

< Thanks love … I missed you ~ > 

Rayman’s hands travelled across your body , the feeling of his touch on your skin giving you butterflies .

Clearly both of you had been looking forward to this moment , and as you stared at each other it wasn’t difficult to tell where this was all leading up to …

< You look tired , hun … > 

You heard him hum when you tenderly kissed his nose , something that you knew he always enjoyed a lot .

< Yeah … well , doesn’t matter now : I’m with you . > 

Before you could even realize it , Rayman had positioned himself on top of you , smiling smugly in front of your surprised expression …

< Now then , y/n … why don’t I just show you just how much I missed you and your beautiful face , hm ? ~ > 

You chuckled in response , your heartbeat speeding up in anticipation as he got closer …

< Go ahead Ray … I’m all yours ~ > 

That answer was exactly what he needed to hear .

You bit your lip , barely managing to be quiet when he begun kissing his way down your neck …

It surely seemed like that night was going to turn out differently than what you expected , and you definitely weren’t disappointed about it . 

Ramon 🖤 

< Hiss - > 

< Hold on Ram - that one looks painful … gimme a second . >

Ramon stared at you , his eyes following your movements while you used the bandages you had left to patch him up …

He felt slightly lightheaded now that the adrenaline of the fight was slowly fading away , and the realization that those Eden guards you just defeated could’ve easily killed the both of you if luck wasn’t on your side made him feel sick . 

< Listen … I know you were trying to protect me back there , but almost getting killed because of it isn’t something I can allow you to do . > 

You heard him sigh in response …

< y/n , I’m fine , this - agh — 

This is nothing … > 

Your boyfriend couldn’t bare to look up at you when he felt your gaze on him … 

He knew you were upset , rightfully so . 

< Sweetie , are you seriously saying that while bleeding all over the living room ? > 

No answer …

< Ramon . I mean it . 

Do you have any idea what would happen if I lost you ? 

You’re literally all I have left , without you I’d … I … > 

You took a deep breath , trying to calm yourself down despite the slight shakiness in your voice . 

< I don’t know if I’d even have a reason to go on , do you understand … ? > 

There was a moment of silence after that , and you could feel Ramon’s eyes on you …

Suddenly , his hands grabbed you and brought you closer to him , a muffled gasp leaving you when his lips met yours .  

< R - Ram — > 

When you felt his tongue slip in your mouth , you could barely even think straight anymore … 

That series of rough kisses kept on going for quite a while , you now laying down on the couch with Ramon on top of you , until eventually you both pulled up to catch your breath .

You stared at him in awe , and he couldn’t help but smile while caressing your cheek with one hand . 

< Heh … you weren’t expecting that , were you darling … ? > 

< I … no , but it wasn’t unwelcome … >

Your expression softened when your hand lightly touched his bandaged waist …

< Are … are you sure you don’t wanna take some time to recover before doing this , my love ? 

I wouldn’t want you to get more hurt , and - mm — ! ~ > 

Your sentence met an abrupt end when Ramon decided to lower his head and leave a  small bite on your neck .

< … you worry too much , y/n . > 

There was a clear hint of desire in his voice now , and as he gently lifted your chin to look into your eyes you could see that he really did just want to make it up to you for being so wreckless that afternoon …

< Now , please just lay back and relax , okay ? 

You need to be rewarded properly after all you’ve been through … ~ > 

By the looks of it neither of you was going to be leaving that comfortable spot anytime soon … 

Not like that thought could even cross your minds at that point . 

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #ramon clh #ramon captain laserhawk #clh #cl rayman #gender neutral reader

[shintin]

The Hickey on Your Neck

↳ Vash the Stampede x Female Reader

One-shot

Summary: Only seconds before closing your eyes do you realize that the dreams you had forgotten among the lust and thrust of your lover were the life you were destined to lead.

Or a story about how You and Vash fucked from dawn to dusk on his birthday.

Word count: +17.5 k.

Genre: explicit smut, romance, angst (Trigun au).

Warnings/Tags: +18, NSFW, established relationship, soft/dom Vash the Stampede, too much fluff and kissing, scar worship, plant patterns display, manhandling, cunnilingus + fellatio, creampie,  fingering (with prosthetic arm), unprotected sex (c’mon! We want his seeds), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, two smut scenes (one romantic, other hardcore), aftercare, emotional trauma, violence, blood and gore, post-Trigun Stampede but no manga spoilers.

Notes: I'd never written a Trigun fic before, but with this Vash brain rot, I'm sure it won't be the last. I originally intended to name this fic "Sleepless Nightmare" after TOMBI song, but somehow changed my mind. You'll see why. "Elay" in my mother tongue means the Moon of a Tribe. A nick name Vash will use for reader.

By the way, you can also read the Disclaimers and Writer's Note at the end.

Song Recommendation: The Hickey on Your Neck Playlist

You can read my fics on AO3 and Wattpad. If you have any questions, don’t be shy and ASK. This is my DISCORD account, in case you want to contact me.

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07:30 pm – July 21st

A hole had been left in your heart. Throwing yourself backward, you tripped over your feet. Your head slammed into the floor as your arms did little to break your fall. It was a pain you'd never known, a pain you never thought you could feel, never would have even imagined. From the inside out, you were lit on fire by a bullet that went off in your chest.

All of a sudden, everything slowed down.

So this, you thought, was what dying felt like.

You blinked, and it seemed to take forever. The images before you were unfocused, with colors, bodies, and lights swaying in unison and stilted movements blurring. Your ears couldn't hear clearly. All the sounds were garbled, warped, and too high or low.

Who … she?

I asked for a tall, blond man with … eyes, and the folks pointed at her.

How come … shot her …?

She said … had never met such a man.

… idiot! What if she's with the gunman?

Whatever. … doesn't draw a gun anymore; rumor has it.

What a moron! The man may not kill, but … wiped out … whole city!

What … … we should … then?

If … … his girl, … … screwed up!

… the bounty! … get lost before the news …!

It was like all the words were banging into each other, colliding again, spinning around you. Your name seemed to be being called, but you couldn't hear it. Everything was muffled, slippery, and off-balance, like it was there, just out of reach, but you couldn't find it.

Heavy footsteps stomped, stomped, and stomped the ground, and a familiar face appeared before you. The shape, the golden and green colors drew your attention, and you tried raising your hand to feel his warmth once more and assure him that everything was okay, but it was too hard, and suddenly you couldn't breathe. Your throat felt like it was being slashed, holes punching into your lungs, and the more you blinked, the less clearly you could see. The tightest breaths, tiny little gasps, were soon all you could manage. Pain, pain, and more pain followed the dizziness and lightheaded feeling. It was terrible, never seeming to end.

Your sight suddenly went dim. Blindness overtook you.

Blood dripped from you rather than being seen as you blinked, blinked, and blinked in a desperate attempt to regain your vision, but all you saw was a cloud of white. A short frantic gasp and the pounding of your eardrums were all heard. Some warm sensation spread throughout your body as the fresh blood pooled under you.

You knew your life was about to evaporate, and it only made you think about how short you lived with him and how he would blame himself for your loss. Leaving your tears to fall, you whispered, "I-I'm sorry, Vash."

05:45 am - July 21st

A sharp intake of breath caused your eyes to fly open. Your skin froze in a cold sweat as your brain waded in waves of distress. Inhaling as much as possible was the only thing you could do. Your chest heaved, and your heart raced. You looked around, feeling the stillness within the madness, blinking hard against the white ceiling.

Your hands reached your throat and chest. No blood. No holes. You could feel your pulse. That must be the sound of your heart, at least, you hoped.

There was a strange feeling in your gut, like your instincts were stumbling through mud, and your bones were filled with stones. Your eyes shifted to the other side of the bed, and you sighed in relief. The reality sleeping next to you brought a moment of clarity. You sat up on your elbows, head spinning as you glanced at the nightstand.

The glass was empty.

You slowly pushed the sheets aside and felt more awake with your bare feet touching the cold floor. Picking up the glass, you tiptoed toward the murky kitchen.

You reached for the pitcher on the table, but the water never made it to your lips; instead, your trembling hands grabbed the faded and scratched edges of the cabinet as if letting go of this old piece of plywood would plunge you into the blackhole of your nightmare.

A muffled whimper escaped from the bottom of your throat, and you whispered, it was just a dream. Yet, your white knuckles became wet as tears streamed down your face, blurring the cracked tiles before you.

You shouldn't have cried. You should have been stronger. Not just for yourself, but...

Incoherent thoughts still occurred to you as you pressed your palm to your lips—a fruitless attempt to stop any further crying from coming out.

It was just a dream. Everything was fine.

Your glistening eyes were fixed on the glass of water as you took a sip and pushed the venom-like lump down your throat. Nobody was going to lose anyone. This fear was deeply buried under the sands of your heart. Why did it have to appear today of all days?

A chill ran down your esophagus. Your hand shook involuntarily, and a few drops of water slid from the corner of your mouth to your chin and neck and then ran to your perked nipples.

Looking down at your body, you wiped the drops away before feeling cold. After all, this planet didn't earn its name, "Noman's Land" for nothing. The weather could get pretty chilly and cruel in this desert when those two suns weren't out. Moreover, let's not forget how many people were denied heat due to a lack of resources. Ugh! So, it's not like you didn't know you should've worn something, but God damn it! You woke up feeling a great deal of fear. Fuck! Still, you weren't eager to catch a cold. At least, not today. As you were about to return to bed, you suddenly stopped. Random images filled your mind.

Tears staining emerald green eyes, red flowers blooming on blood, and heart-wrenching screams fading in the night, all in an empty room filled with balloons and mud.

The next gulp of water tasted salty, leaving you feeling numb. Tears must have flowed down your cheeks. You lowered your glass and let your thoughts drift away.

There was a flash of your limp body in your mind, accompanied by a sharp twinge in your gut, a screaming sensation in your body, as if your lungs craved for air.

You wicked away the images, expunging thoughts of pain and death from your mind. The churning in your stomach began to slow, but your skin took on a damp, clammy sensation in its wake. You struggled to recount the things you had eaten last night. It must be it. No doubt, you had eaten poorly.

It was just a dream. What the hell was wrong with you? Crying over a dream? What were you, five? No, not today! Not today! Not today! Get your shits together!

After a moment of hesitation, you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, ran your palm across your forehead and nose, and stopped it on your mouth before glancing at the bed.

Your pale face bloomed with a faint smile as you saw the sight—a miracle in this barren wilderness.

The curtains of the half-open window fluttered lazily with the morning breeze, letting the suns' rays play upon his scarred shoulder blades now and then, and run their greedy fingers through the golden waves of his hair, an enraged sea of sunflowers bounded by rough rocky beaches on the side. Oh! His undercut was glorious from where you watched.

He was sleeping with his eyelids slowly moving. The corners of his lips were curved upwards. Today seemed to be one of those rare days when he was free of the burdens of his past. Was he dreaming? What was his dream about? Love? Peace? Foods? Probably sweets!

You tried to avoid the woods squeaking beneath your feet as you walked back. Putting the glass of water next to the orange-tinted shades, you slowly climbed back under the warm sheets without shifting the mattress too much.

Once your head touched the pillow, cinnamon, and caramel again filled your nostrils. The man ate so many donuts that you feared he would become one. When you pictured it, your smile reached your eyes, and you giggled silently.

Like on the days you woke up early, you rolled over to face him and let your eyes roam over his abs muscles and those beautiful V lines guiding you to his secret paradise. Other than the massive gash across his chest, he had several cuts on his arms, wounds on his shoulders, and scars all over his back and legs. This man was a walking history, marked with painful memories, and luckily, your lips had perfectly mastered the story behind every blemish, slit, and stitch on his body.

It wasn't that simple, though.

When you first met him, he was a broken man covered in an old cloak, his eyes filled with agony. He was consumed by remorse, but nonetheless, he was still full of life and willing to try and glue back all his broken parts. Indeed, it was a challenge for him, and somehow, it didn't come easy to you either. Your heart ached when you removed each piece of clothing from his body. You cursed those who hurt him. It took you time and love to learn how to cherish those wounds instead of looking at them with pity. And little by little, your eyes learned to see a delicate kind of beauty in them, as if, every once in a while, you could see the sunlight shining through the cracks of his heart, lighting up your world in a most wonderful way.

Perhaps that's why after years of running, running, and running, he stopped for once and decided to rest. Something about you must have felt like home. And how lucky you were to have this?

06:30 am - July 21st

You couldn't look away from him, your mind unable to comprehend the perfection of this happiness. He was so ethereal you could hardly fathom that he was yours, wanted and loved you. You couldn't even hear yourself think over the rush of blood in your ears. The sight of him sleeping beside you, relaxed and vulnerable, was causing wild, desperate thoughts to race through your head. God! The fantasies you'd had about him. The places your mind had gone.

You sighed and brushed your face to the pillow, hoping he would roll over to you in his sleep so you could get back into his arms and the legs draped around you. Your eyelids peered at the glistening prosthetic arm in the soft light of the down. Could he feel your warmth whenever you kissed those fingers? How come you had never asked? There were many things you hadn't asked him yet.

Maybe you should start tomorrow? Hm? It's not like the world was ending today.

"You're going to come back over here, or you want to leave me cold and lonely?" he murmured, the raggedness in his voice confirming that he had been sleeping. Your gaze shifted upwards to meet his eyes, only to realize they were still shut, but his lips were painted with a playful grin.

Something inside you melted. It moved by his words, his smile, and his voice.

"I thought you were asleep." You scooted closer, and he wrapped his arms around you, cautious not to accidentally hurt you when he slipped his left arm beneath your neck. "I didn't want to wake you up." Your forehead pressed against his chest, and you felt the coldness of the iron mesh against your skin. His chin rested on your head, and his toes caressed your legs. The prickles of scars and fine hairs of his limbs tickled yours, and you felt blessed.

Funny how your nightmare faded the moment you felt his warmth like he burned a hole right through your head and pulled all your thoughts out. Well, other than that, it seemed like this morning, everything about him was exactly what you needed. His voice was calm and caring, his arms protective, and his presence comforting. You didn't want him to let go of you.

"Even if you had woken me up," he said, his artificial fingers sinking into your hair, and he continued, "I wouldn't have minded." A light kiss on the crown of your head followed his honest words. Even though this man kissed you every day and night, you could feel a silent giggle seeping into your body, causing your face to blush bright red.

Vash yawned soundlessly as he pulled you closer, his eyes still closed. The two of you were so close, too close, but never close enough for him. You had come to realize that your body heat did more for him than any blanket could. It was always in his eyes, aching with a desperate yearning he could only meet with you and your touch.

A joyful happiness settled between you as his hands drew shapes and patterns alongside your spine like those bright ones sometimes you could see on his body. Your lips curved into a smile as you watched him. His hair thick and blonde. The lines of his body sharp and robust. Damn! He had everything about him beautifully crafted. His nose. His chin. His ears and eyebrows. The eyelashes any girl would kill for and those turquoise-green eyes you longed to see. He had a gorgeous mouth.

You lingered too long there, your eyes betraying your mind.

Vash smiled. "What are you doing?" He fiddled with your hair, wrapping a lock around his finger.

In response, you sighed. Clearly, you would never discover how to avoid getting caught red-handed every time. "Just enjoying the view," you said, still staring at his mouth. You reached and touched two fingers to his bottom lip only to feel a rush of memories.

Long nights. Early morning. His mouth on you. Everywhere. Over and over again.

07:15 am - July 21st

He laughed sheepishly at your response.

You brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. His hair had grown a little long. You stroked his cheeks and drew his head back toward you, pressing your lush mouth against his. It never took him long to part his lips. He kissed you back, holding your head steady with his prosthetic arm while his other embraced you tightly. You could feel him smiling against your lips.

He had your heart, and you loved him quite horribly, too. This fact always smacked you over the head so hard you felt dizzy. You should have been afraid and wanted to hide it, as he was the most wanted man on the planet, but love had made you bold and brave.

You pulled back and studied his kiss-inspiring lips. Your whole body was filled with a warmth you wanted to share with him because it was pure, and so was he. There was no way for you to find the right words to describe how you felt.

The morning light was shining through the windows at the perfect angle and time. His muscles were taut, bathed in gold.

"Can you lie back, Vash?" you asked, pushing his shoulder back toward the bed. Finally fluttering his eyes open, he lifted his head in your direction.

Oh.

God.

His eyes.

He blinked dark lashes, revealing a spectrum of sadness and beauty, unlike anything you'd seen before. The way a person could convey so much with a glance caught you off guard. He had an extraordinary amount of pain paired with even more extraordinary passion.

His face spread into a wide smile the moment he saw you. These smiles, they changed him, and moments like this killed you a little.

He had the kind of face that made you forget where you were, who you were, and what you might say or do. You held his face in your hands as you laid his head down on the pillow. A half-lidded gaze sat on his face as he leaned to your touch, and you kissed him. Slowly, this time. His eyes fell closed. His mouth responded to yours.

Your fingers moved to his neck, then to his hair, and your mouth followed them. Soft lips caressed his earlobes and nipped the tiny single hoop, hot breaths hitting his skin, surprising a giggle out of him.

His hands reached up to pull you closer, but you stopped him. "No," you whispered. "Don't move." Without a second thought, he dropped his hands.

"Lie back and keep your eyes closed," you muttered, and strangely, he didn't object. His obedience led to you kissing him everywhere. His cheeks. His eyelids. His chin. The tip of his nose and the space between his eyebrows. All across his forehead and along his jawline. Every inch of his face. Soft, small kisses that said more than you ever could. You wanted him to know how you felt. You wanted him to feel it in the way only he could, the way he could sense the depth of your emotions. You wanted him to know and never forget.

And you wanted to take your time.

As your mouth moved down his neck, he gasped. You peeked up at his features only to meet a crooked grin on his face. The moment was worth savoring. It seemed like Mr. Vash was enjoying himself, so your tongue continued to adore his arm's sculpted hills and valleys, the perfect shape of his torso.

You breathed in the scent of his skin and took in the taste of him as your hands ran down his abs, kissing your way across and down the line of his torso. You kissed around his navel, and the trails of fine hair underneath caressed your lips. He kept reaching for you, trying to touch you until you told him to stop.

"Please," he said, taking a deep breath. "I want to feel—"

Even though he couldn't see you, you raised your brows with a head tilt and gentled back his arms. "Not yet. Not now."

He let out a breath in protest and crossed his arms behind his neck until your hands went further down and his eyes flew open. Blinking at him, you found out you were still fascinated by his eyes—such a stunning shade of green. "Close your eyes, Vash," you had to tell him.

A big gulp of air filled up his Adam apple. "No." He hardly spoke.

"Close your eyes!"

With his sharp gaze following your every move, he shook his head and leaned on his elbows.

"Fine." You rolled your eyes, and your hand grabbed the base of his hardness.

As soon as your nails brushed the skin of his length, he sat up and stared at you. He was breathing so fast you could hear and see his chest moving.

With a smile, you looked him in the eyes and leaned your head down. Your mouth took in the tip, and your tongue traced circles as Vash gasped. The sight of your bent head made him bite his lip. No doubt every fiber of his being demanded you to take him fully in your mouth, but he wanted you to call the shots. Allowing you to control the pace pushed him to the edge. He enjoyed the thrill of knowing he was at your mercy.

Soft hairs of his thighs against your ears, your nose skimmed his sensitive areas, and your lips kissed all over those favorite parts. The smooth skin of your fingers rolled around was warm and delicate, so fragile you were afraid you might tear it with your teeth. You felt his hardness throb against your cheek, pleading with you not to neglect him. Your thumb rubbed the pre-cum off the pink tip as you raised your head.

You looked up at him, his hair gleaming like golden flames, his cheeks drenched with sweat, and his lower lip stuck between his teeth, and you realized that his eyes looked at you with a look of something like trepidation, as if he was nervous. His face was still flushed red, and he had an expression somewhere between unworthiness and pleasure. With every stroke, his breath grew heavier. Obviously, he wanted more but was trying to contain his desire. Did he feel he was getting something he didn't deserve again?

There was no way you could let him be alone with these thoughts. So, before his dazzled eyes, you licked your thumb and watched how blood drained from his head and rushed straight to his torso. In surrender, he fell back; his eyes squeezed shut. You closed your mouth to half his length, and he turned his face to the pillow, stifling a moan. A tremor ran through his body, and his hands gripped the sheets tightly. Your hands ran down his legs, grabbing them just above his knees and inching them apart so you could trail kisses down the insides of his thighs.

He looked like he was in so much pain. So much pain.

You licked the pain away.

Twirling your fingers around the length, you took the crown in your mouth. Only enough to tease. Too little to satisfy. Your lips gently pressed against it, and when Vash was ready to scream, you accepted his whole length in your mouth.

Your lips were sealed tight as you hummed and increased the speed of your ministration. He threaded his fingers through your hair and molded his hands into your head, not to push you further down but to tilt your face up.

His forehead and neck were dripping sweat. The lines of emotion on his face were so deep you wondered how you must look to him. His throat bobbed, and you felt yourself drown in his eyes, enigmatic yet expressive, like sea foam, tempestuous but very calm. His fingers trailed over your salivate-covered lips, and you noticed that the sadness in his eyes had receded.

The world was suddenly brighter, bigger, and more beautiful.

07:40 am - July 21st

Taking hold of you by the arm pits, Vash pulled you in until your chest touched his. Next, you were rolled over so that your back touched the mattress, and he crawled onto you. Now his arms were propped up on either side of your head so he would not crush you under his weight. Looking into his eyes, you were pinned in place. His urgency ignited your bones. The polished planes of his face glowed with rivulets of sweat. His hardness was poking desperately against your thigh.

"I want to … …, …," he whispered. Intoxicated, you couldn't digest anything except his body hovering over you.

"… ?" His body pressed closer, and you realized you were paying attention to nothing but the dandelions blowing wishes in your lungs.

His eyes were heavy now in a way that worried you, but his gaze was still so tender, focused, and full of emotions you could hardly bring yourself to say anything. As your words faded, they became an unspoken whisper. Your lips glued together.

Screams.

Death.

Screams.

Your heart suddenly raced. What if these moments were destined to expire?

The sound of a clock striking midnight. A pumpkin carriage. The possibility of losing him.

You didn't want your arms to be deprived of his warmth. His touch. His lips, God, his lips, his mouth on your neck, his body wrapped around yours. The nightmare had caused this all, you knew, but the realization was like a pendulum the size of the moon. It wouldn't stop slamming into you.

Blinking fast, you swallowed back the fear building in your throat. God! He was speaking with you, but you couldn't hear him.

You were worried, really worried something was going to happen to him. What if bounty hunters found him? Could his brother hurt him? No. No. No. Even though you were only a human, you would never allow such a thing to happen. You just couldn't. You...

"Hey," he said, his voice soft, so soft. His arms were stronger than all the bones in your body. He pulled your figure close. You heard the beats of his heart humming deeply within his chest, and the steel of his arm encircled your whole body, releasing tension from your limbs. The icicles in your body were melted by his heat. Something about this frame made you want to freeze it forever. "You okay, Firefly? Wanna stop?"

The words he said sent waves of emotion coursing through you. He could read you like an open palm. You weren't lost before you met him, but you were never found until he laid eyes on you. Your tears stung as they fell backward down your throat, burning as they went. "Kiss me, Vash," you said before closing your eyes.

He searched your face, unsure what to do, hesitating, until you felt his lips on your shoulder, tender and scorching, so gentle you could almost believe it was the kiss of breeze and not a man.

Again.

This time, it was on your collarbones and felt like an ache that needed to be soothed. You didn't want to do anything to stop his mouth from touching your body.

He pulled back.

Desire.

Crave.

Need.

Again.

Your eyes refused to open.

His finger grazed the corner of your mouth, tracing its shape, the curves, the seams, and the dips. You felt him so much closer, his body heat filling the air around you, along with his smell and something sweet, until nothing was left. Your senses were so engulfed in his scent you didn't even realize your back was arching toward him as you breathed him in until you found out his fingers were no longer on your lips because his hand had gotten around your body.

"So, where do you want me to kiss you?" Vash whispered, his chest heaving, his words almost gasping. A wave of blistering heat moved through you, sealed shut your mouth. You didn't specify precisely where you wanted him to kiss you, and he didn't seem to have any difficulty selecting the spot. 

He whispered your name as he kissed the corner of your eyebrow. "Here?" His lips brushed over the shell of your ear, and your body squirmed slightly. "Or here?" He pressed a kiss against your neck, right beneath your ear, and you tipped your head to let him in, biting down the urge to beg him to take more, to take faster, as he murmured, "tell me."

Clasping your warm fingers with his cold metallic ones, he hovered over you to kiss your throat. You were the oxygen he desperately needed to breathe. His body was almost on top of yours, one hand in your hair while the other held yours delicately yet firmly. His lips crushed yours in no time.

A kiss like this was like swimming in honey rivers, like being dipped in gold, like diving into an ocean of bliss and not realizing you were drowning because you were too caught up in the current to notice. Nothing mattered anymore—neither your nightmare, this room, or the whole fucking planet.

All that mattered was this.

This.

This moment. These lips. This strong body pressed against yours, and these firm hands that always found a way you bring you closer. Oh, My Gosh! You wanted so much more of him. You wanted all of him.

Your eyes opened up.

Not content to be passive, your hands ran down his back, dancing over his broad shoulders, pressing into his dimples, and squeezing his hips.

Your hand grabbed a fistful of his hair when he broke for air with a groan, but you pushed him back, kissing his neck, arm, collarbones, and chest. It was amazing. Being with him, touching him, holding him like this. The rush of adrenaline was so intense and euphoric that you felt invincible.

He muttered your name, his lips mouthing the letters, barely speaking. Your skin was scorched everywhere he hadn't touched you.

He kissed your top lip.

He licked your bottom lip.

He kissed just under your chin, the tip of your nose, the length of your forehead, both temples and cheeks across your jawline. Then your neck, behind your ears, the space between your breasts. He nibbled your nipples and left trails of kisses all the way down your belly button until his entire form moved down your figure, disappearing as he shifted downward, and suddenly his chest was hovering above your hips.

Grasping your calves, he spread your legs apart just enough for his head to fit between. Your thighs were lifted, and you couldn't see him anymore. His only visible features were the top of his head, the curve of his shoulders, and the unsteady rise and fall of his back as he breathed. Eventually, even that sight was lost, with your head falling backward and muffled moans leaving your mouth.

Vash ran his hands down and up around your bare upper thighs and ribs, and he held your hips to make you stand still. Your eyes lit up like small firecrackers every time his hair teased your groins until his lips kissed you there, and fireworks exploded in the back of your head.

As his right hand pressed against your stomach, his tongue played around to make you scream aloud. His mouth brushed against your skin in places you couldn't see but felt deeply. Oh my! You were out of your body, touching stars, when you realized he was working his way up your body, leaving two fingers of that prosthetic arm behind.

"It might feel a bit cold," he said as his nose glided the skin of your stomach, leaving random kisses around your breasts and collarbones just to ease your tension. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" His hair was a mess, the wetness on his lips all familiar.

A nod came from you in response. He almost seemed to be smiling as his fingers slipped inside your slit, and your nails dug into the fabric. Moaning, you felt his warm hand brushing your hair backward as the other moved up and down inside your walls.

Your mouth was parted in a silent moan, and his small pecks covered you all around. There were tears in your eyes, baby hairs sticking to your sweaty forehead.

As his thumb and two fingers hit all the right spots, your throat wailed in frustration.

You grabbed his free arm, and he pulled himself up, onto you, on top of you. As if reading your thoughts, he kissed you hard. How strange, yet sweet, all you could taste was you, yourself, on his tongue. You moaned at the taste, and he opened his mouth more for you, allowing you to brush your tongue against his teeth.

The stinging coldness of his fingers was long gone. You had forgotten everything. There was something you shouldn't have forgotten, but you couldn't even remember why, what you were forgetting. Amid his length caressing your side and those digits thrusting backward and forward, paying attention to anything else was hard.

You could die from this, you decided. From wanting him, from the pleasure of being with him.

You must be smiling because he was looking at you and smiling too. His forehead was pressed against yours. His skin was flushed with heat. His hand had kept your head still. Your hands gripped his nick, sliding into the hollow behind it. You placed your palms just above his nape, and your fingertips gently began to squeeze and massage his undercut.

"Va-sh."

For a moment, you thought life poured out of you, or maybe your vision fractured as release barreled into you, and you grasped his name over and over again till your body calmed under his weight.

08:10 am- July 21st

Your eyes landed on his glistening wet metallic fingers, and you were dripping, burning, melting with anticipation. He was still on top of you when you thought you heard him speak, his mouth close to your ear.

"I love you," he whispered and kissed your brow. It never occurred to you that he could be like this, so human, so real, but it was there. It was right there. Raw, written across his face. You were about to mutter all the words and worries you held in your chest, but suddenly he stood up and stared blankly at the other side of the room.

You followed his gaze to the pane of glass separating you from the reality outside. You awaited his lips to part. You waited to listen to him speak. His eyes weren't revealing anything about what he was thinking, what was going on.

Something about the realization struck fear into your heart. In the span of a single instant, darkness surrounded your vision. Images appeared in the blur of your sight again.

The petals of red Geraniums floating in the sky, a boy running through blood-stained sands, the time speeding up and slowing down in fits and starts, streaks of green and red staining your dilated eyes, stars exploding, lights flashing, sparking, and then it's all darkness and Vash's screams.

You shook your head.

The images disappeared, but the heartaches and fears lingered, and you had to keep reminding yourself to breathe. Your lungs begged for air, but you looked around for Vash instead.

It seemed he wanted to scream, but you knew the words wouldn't leave his mouth. Those thoughts would expand in his head, explosive and angry, pressing against the ridges of his mind, and then he would hide them behind a smile. As he always did.

"Vash?" you called, just before witnessing how a car's radio sound from the street ripped open his past, pulled out what was left of his heart, and dropped it on the floor.

"… been two years since that fateful July 21st. A crowd has gathered at what used to be the third city of July to pay their respects. Even after two years, the pain of losing their loved ones has yet to heal. The suspect said to have murdered 90 percent of the city, also known as the Humanoid Typhoon, still remains at large. Vash the Stampede is on the run. If I were the demon who turned the whole city into a gaping crater overnight, I'd hide my face too. There is no forgetting the sorrow of loved ones taken from us. The Alliance of Cities has raised the dead or alive bounty on Vash the Stampede to $$60 billion, the highest in the history of…"

The loud words bounced around in the haze of your head, fogging your senses, misting your eyes, and clouding your concentration. In your bones, there was just ice. Your entire being wanted to vomit. Reality slapped you in the face, punched you in the jaw, and dumped you into sand oceans. You grasped the nightstand to keep yourself steady. The orange shades fell on the floor, leaving a big crack on display.

Vash was shaking his head over and over and over and over. He was looking at his hands like he would see some blood on them, as if waiting for the part where someone would tell him this wasn't real and he didn't actually kill those 200,000 innocent people.

Oh, my beloved.

The pain was so plain on his face; it was killing you. Your gaze was drawn to the balled fists at his sides, the furrows in his brow, and the tension in his jaw. Minutes ago, this man was free, but now he was a prisoner of his own crime. In your heart, you wished you could release him from the claws of self-reproach.

Having seen his terror too often, you knew it well.

Sometimes, even when he was asleep, his tormented mind would grip his heart, and such emptiness and sadness would fill him that you felt he was suffocating, as if his sleepless nightmares never had an end.

You didn't know him before,

but

you

thought

he

had

lost

a

bit

of

himself

on

the

day

of

July

incident.

As time passed, you assumed he had finally learned not to dwell on what had happened. You imagined he avoided it like a cripple learning not to put weight on his injured leg.

However, deep down, you knew he was living on eggshells, always wondering when something would break, when everything would crumble. You always dreaded this day. This silence. It was not just an ordinary silence caused by the lack of things that moved or made noise, but a deep and tired silence that sometimes covered him like an invisible cloak—like the one ruling between your shared walls right now.

Stacks of sorrow had grown inside him, settling on his bones and snapping him in half. A cable twisted around his neck, a worm crawling across his stomach. It was the night, midnight, and the twilight of indecision. Too many pains to bear.

How naive of him to think he could slip into the role of a regular being and live a normal life in love and peace.

Vash.

Vash the stampede with a dream.

The mere thought of it filled him with mortification. He began to think others were right when they said things like him were better off destroyed.

Shaking his head, he coughed against the torture in his lungs, heaving strange, horrible gasps until his whole body spasmed into submission, leaving him sitting on the bed's edge like a sack full of nothingness. The old gunman looked as if he might collapse, barely breathing, his life-force being torn asunder.

You felt like your throat was closing up. You knew the infamous humanoid typhoon was everything broken and glued back together, and now knives bore holes into his cracked bones, filled with grief that could take his breath away.

Your face was drained of color, your ears ringing with your heart pounding. His desperate screams from your nightmare echoed in your head as if on repeat. His agony was acute. His terror palpable. Tears sprung to your eyes. It was painful to look at him, being so close and far away from him.

"Local news. You know how dumb they are," you said, trying to hide your petrified and nerve-wracking thoughts from his reach. What if he never experienced peace? What if there was no sanctuary, and the pain was always a whisper away, no matter where he went?

Pressing your nails to your palm, you continued, "None of that incident was your fault. You know that too. You hear me?"

His eyes widened a little. No one had ever cared about him for this long. No one had kept him ever this closely to read his thoughts word by word. No one had ever treated him like a human being. Then again, he thought you didn't know about all of his sins. In a century and a half, he hadn't been able to forgive himself; how could you? It made him wonder how long you could endure him before running for your life.

His head was spinning, thoughts knocking into one another. He clenched his fists and pushed back down the misery that had stuck with him. Even though he didn't want this, you'd probably be better off without him.

"Vash?" You swallowed and dug your fingers into the sheets desperately, a tear trickling down your cheek. It kept hitting you in the face, in the skull, in the spine, this knowledge of just how much you loved him.

His lips looked like they were barely able to form words. He could only take these harsh gasps and wonder why his body hadn't given up.

On all fours, you approached him and sat on your knees on the edge of the bed with a slight distance between you and him. You knew he wouldn't object, but you didn't want to intrude on his privacy. Thus, you remained silent so that he wouldn't be left by himself, and he would know you wouldn't leave him alone.

09:15 am – July 21st

Time passed, and you checked on him occasionally to see if he wanted to talk until he raised his head slightly.

"I'm a demon," he said the sentence so quietly. So, so quietly. He ran a hand across his face, both hands through his hair, looking like he wanted to scream, to break something, like he was truly about to lose his mind. "The world sees me as a threat. An unfixable monster. An abomination. They want me dead." His voice sounded sorrowful, almost like he had already accepted these labels.

Thousand pieces of feeling stabbed you in the heart. "I don't think you're a demon. Also, I don't think you're some sick, twisted monster. I don't think you're a heartless killer, and I don't think you deserve to die. You're not a humanoid typhoon. No, you're not any of the things people have said about you," you told him, words tripping and stumbling out of you.

His mouth fell closed, struggling with some kind of emotion, struggling to find composure. Suddenly he gasped. "No." One broken word. Barely even a sound. He was shaking his head, looking away from you. He turned to face the window. "No. No, no—"

"Vash—"

"No," he said. His voice was so soft and so scared you could scarcely hear it. "No, you don't know what you're saying—"

"You're not a monster!" you said. "And I love you exactly as you are. I don't even want you to fix yourself; I don't think you need to be fixed. People here love you as you are. Your name is the only thing that scares them," you told him.

You knew people had the right to fear him. You knew. Humanoid Typhoon certainly wasn't made of sugar, spice, and everything nice, but rather from hurricanes, lightning, and all things that scared. Seeing dusty storms and raging winds, people thought he was scary. They feared he would harm them. In truth, he was only his own disaster, destroying himself for others. He was Vash. Your Vash. Vash the Stampede, and you loved him with all his fears and frights, dreams and nightmares, sins and scars.

You smiled and continued, "If they learn your name and start hunting you, we'll run away! We'll run, run, and keep running as far as we have to! And when things calm down, we'll settle by their side again. You won't kill. You'll never kill anyone again, and one day, people will begin seeing you as I do."

Maybe tears filled his eyes. Possibly his breath was trapped in his chest. Perhaps his heart warmed a little. No one knew, not even the author. He had his head down, his chest rising and falling.

You sat behind him. A map of pain had covered his entire back. Thick, thin, uneven, and terrible, scars like roads leading nowhere. There were bolts and ragged slices, marks of torture he was not protected from.

Kindness must be difficult when all you'd received was hatred. Being able to see goodness in the world must be so hard when your only experience had been terror. You wanted to say something to him. Something profound, complete, and memorable, but there was nothing suitable. This planet was a broken bone that didn't set right, and Vash wanted to glue it back together. Alone, all by himself.

You two differed in this respect. Fearless and unafraid were two different things. He was fearless. He dared to outshine the sun, stare down a bullet, kiss death and walk away with his back unguarded. He would hold the whole world in his palms despite its bone-crushing weight, despite its sharp edges crusted with blood, if only he could stop it from falling apart. But you? You were fearful. Sometimes you couldn't breathe around the clot of fear lodged in your throat. The only way to lessen its weight on your tongue was to scream until no words came out, while the only way to chase away its shadows was never to close your eyes at night. You were unafraid of one thing, though —he could tear down the world and bury you alive under the weight of his guilt, yet you would follow him without hesitation.

Your eyes rested upon woven strands of sunlight, alighting softly upon his scarred skin. These honeyed arcing rays gave him a light glimmer that revealed his plant patterns, pulsing slowly and dimly. Something about the scene was so divine, and you felt the dawn rise from your heart every morning and reach the sky.

You hugged him from behind by bridging the gap between your bodies and leaned your cheek against his sun-kissed back. Your hands gently caressed his stomach and chest as your lips left kisses on his love reminiscences—one by one.

You could hear him breathing in and out. Unevenly. Yet he was silent. Hands clenched, knuckles white. Of course, he wanted you with a desperate need he had never known. But his regret, sins, and crimes were so overwhelming they consumed him. He thought, how could you be so kind to a thing like him?

Unaware of the voices in his mind, you dropped a kiss on his spine. You kissed the curve of his shoulder. His shoulder blades. Five kisses down his spine, each softer than the other one. For every little moment of pain he had ever felt in his life, you wanted to make it all go away. You kissed his neck, trying to ignore the tension in his muscles, the ache spreading inside you, urging you to end his suffering.

Your words were heavy with sincerity when you said, "I don't care what everyone else thinks about you." You leaned your forehead to his shoulder, your breaths gently caressing his back. "Because you're the only good thing left in this world."

As his eyes widened, he breathed heavily, trying to gain control of himself. "What are you saying?" he asked, his hand caught in his hair. "How can you tell such a thing this after all this?" His hand pointed to the window, to the news on the radio.

Standing on your knees, you kissed the hand caught between his gold locks. The same hand he always tried to cover its scar with a glove. Because the idiot thought his scars would be repulsive. The idiot. Your favorite idiot.

You didn't sit back. Keeping your head there, your nose buried in his hair, and your chest pressed to his back—this smell. You had never seen a sea, but you had heard about them. And you believed if there was ever to be a sea in this hell hole, he would smell like a sunny beach. Sweet, enveloping, and warm.

"That is—" your voice broke when you spoke. "That's what the family is for, Vash."

A sudden searing heat flashed behind his eyes, and his heart leaped at your response. He dropped his hand on his knee and sat still in place by the weight of your words. His hand trembled, and his eyes were willing and wanting but filled with both sadness and happiness.

A family.

All this time, he thought you were with him all along because you didn't have a grasp on his sins, but now, he could see that you already knew everything. And despite all of this, you were still willing to forgive him and give him something he always wanted but never had without even requiring him to earn it or redeem himself.

You touched his arm and traced the tender skin with your fingertips. Scars everywhere. You kissed the back of his elbow. "I'm sorry for everything humans have done to you," you told him, and he took a shallow breath. "Forgive us." Another kiss. "Forgive me."

A delicate warmth filled Vash's heart and melted it into drops of warm honey that soothed the scars in his soul. He turned his head and stared at you with open, vulnerable eyes, a tight jaw, and tensed muscles. No one had ever apologized to him. According to his experience, he was usually the monster, the wicked one. The onus always was on him to make amends.

It stunned him how strange it felt. Up until now, he never thought he deserved forgiveness, let alone someone asking for it.

Running a tired hand across his face, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. A joy filled his heart, causing him to feel heavy with something he wasn't even sure he could describe.

Gratitude, perhaps.

The ache in his chest had grown more assertive, more painful. But for now, he didn't want to think about it. He simply just wanted to enjoy your proximity.

Your hand reached up to stroke the luminous curved shapes on his cheek, tracing them to the softness of the mole beneath his left eye. The look in those aquamarines breaking your heart. You couldn't bear to see his face covered in sorrow and guilt.

"You're a good man, my Vash," you said, your words soft, your hand gentle as you tilted his chin up toward your mouth. He was blinking fast, yet not denying. You whispered words on his lips that no one had ever spelled out for him. "Rem would've been proud of you," you told him, watching the movement in his throat and his effort to keep it together. It didn't take you long to kiss him once, tenderly.

He found himself at a loss for words, opting to convey his emotions through touch instead as he melded his lips with yours. He sighed into your mouth, and you kissed him even more deeply, almost desperately, as if trying to pass over your breaths to him. You could taste the salt on your tongue. The wet drops falling on your cheeks made your flesh burn. You were uncertain whose they were as you continued to try and cling to him.

10:00 am – July 21st

The sheets slowly slipped and fell to the floor as Vash pulled you into his arms, clutching you tight, hardly able to breathe. When he exhaled and looked at you again, there were stories in his eyes, thoughts, whispers, and feelings of things you had never seen before. His whole body seemed to be relaxed in relief. He looked like he was hanging on his sanity by a single, fraying thread. You.

And you promised yourself, at this moment, that you would hold him forever, just like this, until all the pain, the torture, and the suffering was gone, until he'd given a chance to live the kind of life where no one could ever hurt him this deeply ever again.

He touched your cheek. Soft, as if he wasn't sure if you were real. His four fingers caressed the side of your face gently before they slipped behind your neck, caught in that in-between spot below your ear, and his thumb brushed the apple of your cheek, then grazing your bottom lip.

You did so much with these lips, you thought. Touched, kissed, and pressed them against tender parts of his skin. You made promises, and the words they formed, the shapes and sounds they curved around, all for him.

Vash moved closer by just an inch. His free metallic hand cupped the other side of your face. He was holding you like you were made of crystals. Holding you and looking at his own hands, he couldn't believe you were real.

Gone was the man with guns and bullets. These hands treasuring you had never held a weapon. They were perfect and kind, never touched by death. He took your hands and pressed your palms to his face. Tears must have welled up in your eyes when you closed them.

You whispered his name, and he breathed harder than you.

Could this be a dream?

You shook, shuddered, splintered into teardrops, and he held you like no one had before. He wanted you. Seeing him cling to you as he might never let go did something to you, something heady, knowing that he might wish you, or need you, like this, made you want to protect him even though he didn't need your protection.

Gently, he stroked your hair and pressed his lips to your forehead. Gradually, his arms became the arms around your waist; his lips became the lips pressed against yours, his body the warmth you felt.

You weren't even breathing, but you were alive, and he was kissing you. Deeply, desperately. The palms of his hands were rubbing the small of your back as he lifted you into his lap. Your legs automatically wrapped around his hips, allowing him to kiss your neck, throat, and nipples.

You broke apart with his small licks here and there, breathing hard, and stared at him like a bonehead, your brain still too numb to figure out exactly how you two got here.

Tilting his head to a side, he pressed his lips against yours again, seeking you with a burning need, a new kind of desperation. His hands were threaded in your hair, his lips so soft, so urgent against yours, like fire and cinnamon exploding in your mouth.

Vash nibbled your bottom lip in a flash and pulled back just a little bit. Your body was flooded with heat and desire so intense you could hardly think when he parted his lips from you to sigh in your mouth, and that slight sound of pleasure drove you crazy.

Putting one hand under your neck, placing his mouth on your breast, and running his fingers down your back, he pressed your body closer, only to find something hard pressing against your groin.

Oh.

Well.

While he avoided your gaze, he smiled sheepishly and tentatively touched your thighs with his hands. Because of what had happened, you knew he would probably feel embarrassed to ask for it, but that didn't mean you wouldn't give it to him. He deserved the whole world if you had the chance to provide for him. His markings were glowing softly when you squeezed him closer to yourself, holding him tighter.

Biting his lip and stifling his groan, his smart-ass hands slid up your legs and into your thighs. Soon, his lips reached your chest. Your body ached everywhere, tasting colors and sounds you didn't even know existed. His forehead was pressed against your chin, and your hands gripped his shoulders. He was hot, gentle, and somehow in a hurry.

You were beyond the reach of rational thoughts. Beyond words, beyond comprehension. The world was beyond understanding because nothing could ever compare with this. Nothing could ever capture the way you were feeling right now. Nothing mattered anymore. You were left with only this moment: his mouth on your body, his hands on your skin, and his lust deep in his eyes, making you absolutely insane.

Your wetness was no longer a secret when he surrounded you everywhere. As he watched you, you reached down and adjusted his length against your slippery entrance over a few strokes. His pulse could be felt in your palm and soon inside of you.

Using both soft and hard hands, he gently grasped your hips and pulled you down toward him. As he entered, you gasped, every time surprised at his size, clinging desperately to his neck as he hitched your legs around his waist, his prosthetic arm settling beneath your thigh. You loved the feeling of him stretching you. You loved having him this close to you. You loved the way he manhandled you. You loved his hand around your neck and the little squeeze of his fingers around your nape.

His grip tightened when he sensed you were ready for him, and he started moving you up and down. You cried out and leaned your cheek to his nose, dying and somehow being brought back to life in the same moment, in the same breath.

Fuck! You were full of him.

He lifted your thighs, and you bit back the moan stuck in your throat. His mouth wouldn't let go of your skin, kissing you with an intensity that made you wonder why you hadn't died, caught on fire, or woken up from this dream yet. Then he returned his hands to your face and kissed you once, twice.

The room's silence was filled with your heavy breathing, your chest against Vash's. Your pulses hammered against each other. You felt his arms around you become unbearably tight as he yanked you up and down with even more force than before, hitting you in a place he seemed to know too well.

As his teeth caught your bottom lip momentarily, you pushed your nails to his shoulder, running your fingers through his hair to pull him into your mouth. He tasted so sweet. So hot and sweet. You kept trying to say his name, but you couldn't even breathe, much less say a single word.

The pace increased slightly; each thrust was hard, deliberate, wringing gasps, whimpers, and long, rolling moans from you.

Your eyes tingled with tears, falling fast down, traveling quietly down your cheeks, and he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs two parentheses in your mouth, against your tongue and saliva. As if he had found Adam's ale between million mirages of the desert, he stared at you, his eyes like fire in the water.

"I love you," he whispered over and over, his voice fragile, uneven. His lips covered yours in a tender kiss. He kissed you and tasted your tears, the lingering flavor of pleasure laced in your mouth. He kissed you and kissed you until time toppled over, and your head spun into oblivion.

Vash loved you…

His temple was leaned against yours when you took his earlobe between your teeth, stripped him to his bones, and ruined him from the inside out. Your sweet little tongue was frantic when you whispered, "I'm yours to love."

Hearing your words, he held still for moments, sucking in the air because he felt almost dizzy with satisfaction, running his hands over your thighs.

You. You were his. You, the one who knew if you left him alone at that moment, would fall into the depths of his own hell; if he'd slipped through your fingers, he would be gone, and no one could bring him back. You did not erase all his pain or offer to solve all his problems. You didn't fix everything that was broken, but that wasn't what he needed anyway. What mattered the most was that you stayed.

He loved you.

He loved you so much.

Grasping your soft hips, he buried his face against your shoulder and sped up. You were his undoing, taking him apart and putting him back together differently, better, and more himself than he ever could have been. He gritted his teeth as his orgasm came barreling at him. His hands glided on your back when you shuddered, your inner walls squeezing him so hard he couldn't prevent his release. With a growl, he thrust wildly, once, twice—and then everything around you both disappeared until it was all just colors and light, the sun shines and oceans, apple trees, and blossoms.

Your eyes were still closed, and you felt his hands laced with yours, just to remind you that you had him here and that he was with you. Your partner in everything. His chest heaving, he buried his face in your neck, sweat covering his temples. Kissing him there, you inhaled the scent of his hair.

"You're my family too," you heard him whisper, his words etched into your soul as his lips moved against your skin. And you wished, more than ever, that you could capture moments like this and relive them forever.

12:50 pm – July 21st

You woke up with a smile, your skin still hot from the memory of your vile. You were cleaned with a wet towel, placed in bed with a kiss, and promptly fell asleep. Thankfully, no nightmares this time.

What time was it? You didn't know.

As you stretched your legs under the sheets, you realized your back was against Vash, his prosthetic arm resting on your pillow, the other tucked around your waist. Knowing he had held you this close warmed the pit of your stomach and made you feel so safe that you didn't ever want to move, but you had a thousand things to do today, but you never, ever wanted to move.

Truth be told, you loved these moments the most. The quiet contentment. Being enveloped by his naked body. You never felt closer to him than you did like this when there was nothing between you.

Today was a big day delayed by your nightmare and the sound of that stupid radio! There was no way you were going to let anything overshadow his birthday anymore. Even for a few hours, he deserved this celebration, this little distraction. He deserved to be happy, eat, and laugh.

You sighed, hating to wake him up since he seemed pretty tired. Slowly, you turned around in his arms. A smile tugged at your mouth as you watched him, amazed at how his presence could bring you such peace. He shifted again, burrowing deeper into the pillows, and you realized he must be exhausted.

Watching the movement of his throat, you breathed him in, running your hands along the deep, strong lines of muscle in his arm. His entire being felt raw. Powerful. Being a plant had something wild and terrifying about it; somehow, this knowledge only made you love him more. You traced the contours of his shoulder blades, then his spine. He stirred, but only briefly, and buried his face in your hair.

"Don't go," he whispered softly, pressing his nose to your scalp alongside his lips.

You tilted your head, gently kissing the column of his throat. "Vash," you whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

Taking a deep breath, he said, "good."

You smiled. "Oh, but we should probably get out of bed. I promised Rosalina I'll help—"

A disapproving sound escaped his throat as he shook his head, deftly helping you turn around. He hugged you close again, your back pressed against his chest. Soft and husky, his voice was full of desire when he said, "C'mon, let me enjoy this. Feeling good."

"You don't want a cake?" you blurted out, but it certainly caught his attention.

You could feel he raised his head, stiffened and confused. "How come Rosalina's making me a cake?"

Did you hear correctly? Had he forgotten about his birthday? Did this day become neglected to the point where it was forgotten?

Turning around, you saw he was sitting, his body frozen and his heart probably pounding furiously. Getting him to attend his birthday would take more effort than you expected. Because he asked how you could possibly plan a party for him, why anyone would throw him a party, what if he didn't even like birthday parties, and so on. Still, you didn't fall short. Since the day he told you about Rem making them a cake for their birthday, you kept track of his birthday. The July incident wasn't going to overshadow his birthday. It was your vow to replace that memory with better ones. That forever and ever, you'd strive to drown out the darkness that had ruined his life.

In his eyes, tragedy and beauty could be seen, a stoicism that wouldn't be shaken, and childlike joy that couldn't help but flow. When he swallowed, you noticed the gentle movement in his throat and moved your hand to his ear, your pinkie touching his earring, then tracing down his jawline. You didn't receive a rejection, but you didn't receive a yes, either. Why wasn't he saying anything? He had you on your worried until he clasped his hands over his face.

Your hand brushed against his undercut as you gently kissed his temple and tried to pry his hands away from his face. "Vash?" you said, your words hardly a whisper. "Is everything alright?"

The reply took him a few seconds to come out, but when he finally did, he nodded. It was only once, but it was enough. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'm okay."

The feeling of relaxation washed over you as you exhaled. "If you don't want a—"

He held and squeezed your hand as he looked at you, his eyes round when he said, a little nervously, "what have I done," he whispered, his voice trembling, "to deserve you?"

Did you die of joy? Because he took your face in his hands and kissed you so passionately, it blew your mind. Your heart began to beat violently, and you didn't recognize yourself. You didn't recognize your hands, your bones, your heart. You felt new. "Thank you," he whispered. "For loving me and everything."

"It's very, very easy to love you, Vash," your lips might have said, but the words never left your lips. You didn't know what to do, so you reeled him in, kissed him, and lost yourself in his taste and feel, in the fantasy of what you might have. What you might be.

But wait! Didn't you know fate was a jealous, vicious mistress that never ever slept?

You blinked.

You blinked again, but this time for too long. You saw a flash of blood spewing inside your open mouth. Nausea returned with a swiftness that scared you. A breath was drawn, your fingers fluttering as you desperately tried pressing them against your stomach. Pain filled your eyes as you kept them open. Clenching your fists, you attempted to control spiraling thoughts.

However, nothing helped. Nothing helped. Nothing, you thought. Nothing, nothing, and nothing.

Where was Vash? Where were you?

Throughout your open eyes, terror oozed from your heart. You heard someone calling your name. A hand brushed lightly along your spine as you shivered suddenly at the unexpected sensation.

" …," the voice said, "do you … ?"

The warmth moved in only to meet the coldness of your skin. You felt it all. Again and again, a touch of his finger did pull you out of your nightmare.

A rustle of sheets caught your attention, and Vash pulled you onto his lap. Straddling him, your legs stretched across the rumpled fabric. Wrapping his arm around you, he spread his hand along your back.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

Turning carefully in the cradle of his arms, you pressed your forehead to his bare chest, your eyelashes fluttering against his rough gash.

"You okay?" he asked, his metallic fingers combing through your hair in a soothing act.

"Yes," you replied, forcing air into your lungs. You were breathing hard, head spinning as you held on to him. "Yes."

"Is something wrong, Elay?" He probably had lowered his head because his breath was touching your shoulder.

"Nothing," you claimed. Your heart was beating fast, too fast. You didn't know why you were lying. You should have just told him, but you didn't know why you weren't.

Wait.

Actually, you knew.

You were waiting.

You were waiting to see if this shit would pass. It had to, because today was a special day. Because you were already exhausted, and the radio's sound was repeating in your ears. Because you didn't want to add another burden to his shoulders with your silly nightmare. Even more, it wasn't real. Just a figment of your imagination, and saying it out loud would make it sound more real than it really was.

Vash asked no further questions. He was more of an "if you love someone, let them keep their secrets to themselves " guy. He pulled you close, and you melted into him, grateful for his warmth and steady hold. You took a deep, shuddering breath and let it all go, exhaling against him. A faint aroma of caramel lingered in your nostrils as you breathed in his skin's rich, heady scent. The minutes passed silently as you both listened to each other breathe.

01:45 pm – July 21st

It took a while, but your heart rate steadied.

You could feel it.

Here.

This.

Your bones against his bones. This was your home.

"What're you thinking?" His lips touched your neck, a graze that sparked, hot and cold, right down to your toes.

"Been thinking about you." You raised your head and looked at him. He was smiling, the unfaltering sun glinting in his eyes. You could see his fear, hopes, and love for you like a mirror to his soul in those mountain lake-colored spheres. Then there was something else as well—something like bliss. It was a faint glow, but it was there and made you so happy. You had blessed the blessing. He deserved happiness after everything he had been through. After all the horrors he had suffered alone.

"Me?"

As you closed the gap between you two again, you nodded against his chest. Nothing was said, but you could hear his heart racing until he exhaled. It was a heavy, uneven sound, as if he might have been holding his breath for too long.

Gently, you ran your hand along his back. "How long has it been since you celebrated your birthday?" you whispered.

"Hm?" He buried his face in your hair, and his nose glided over your scalp in what appeared to be caressing movements.

It didn't take a genius to figure out when he was ducking a question. You wiggled a little to loosen his grip and looked up. Your fingers ran through the soft, silky strands. The sight of him mesmerized you. His eyes were wide and bright. His lips soft and pale. He was perfect, bare, and beautiful, holding you in his arms. Sighing, you closed your eyes. "Let me ask it this way then," you said, "How many birthdays have you missed so far?"

Nothing came out of his mouth for what seemed like an eternity. You felt him finally move. In a gentle caress, his prosthetic fingers touched your face. "150 birthdays," he whispered, his voice uneven.

Your spine tingled involuntarily. 150 years of solitude. Loneliness. Alone with himself. On this giant planet. Where was his home? Where were his friends? His lovers?

You knew he was so much better at being alone as if being alone came more naturally. He led a life of deliberate seclusion, and when occasional loneliness crept in, he knew how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts or work his way out. After all, there were always bars and saloons and strangers around.

You knew he wanted to carry the weight of life all alone, even the burden of those he once loved. It wasn't fair, though. You had to be allowed to help him carry it all. A frown formed on your face, and you inhaled, "Happy birthday #1! Happy birthday #2! Happy birthday #3!..."

His metallic forefinger stopped your lips. Slowly, you looked up to meet his eyes. His expression was sad, sweet, and filled with love. You felt something thawed inside of you as you stared at him.

"You don't have to do this," he said as he separated his finger from your lips to brush away stray strands of hair from your face. A part of you wished his finger could stay there longer.

"Shut up and let yourself celebrate! We've got at least 150 birthdays to catch up on!"

He kissed your eye, and you felt his smile on your eyelid. His lips started moving tardily when he said, "I don't—"

"Shhhh! Since you interrupted me, I'm starting over!" you snapped and continued, "Happy birthday #1! Happy birthday #2! …"

The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, as if he was filled with so much joy that he hardly recognized himself. You couldn't recall the last time he smiled this much. It was the most pure, unburdened bliss you had ever experienced.

He held you the entire time you felicitated all his forgotten birthdays. You could see it in how he looked at you. You could feel his fears disappearing and his emotions becoming something else. Now, his touch was hot and electric against your skin. Your heart was beating faster and harder, and he didn't have to say anything. You could feel the temperature change between you.

"You," he said, staring at your mouth. He touched his nose to yours, and something inside you jolted to life. You heard your breath caught, your ears turning red, unbidden. "I love you," he whispered.

The words did something to you every time you heard them. They built something new inside of you. You swallowed hard. A fire consumed your mind. "You know," you mumbled shyly, "It never gets old hearing you say that."

Leaning you back a little, he moved, his nose brushed the line of your jaw, and his lips touched your throat. You were holding your breath, terrified to move, to leave this moment.

"I love you," he said again.

Heat filled your veins. You could feel him in your blood, his whispers overwhelming your senses.

"Vash," you said. You wanted to talk to him about what happened hours ago. You knew you should've moved and snapped out of this but couldn't. You couldn't think. And then his hand brushed against your breasts. You breathed quickly, fighting against a sudden rush of pleasure.

It was impossible to pretend anything when he was this close to you. You knew he could feel how badly you wanted him. You could feel him, too. His heat. His desire. He made no secret of what he wanted from you. What he wanted you to do to him.

He kissed you softly, wrapping his arms around you, one too cold, the other too hot. Your body shifted forward in his embrace as you took another painful, agonizing breath.

"I know you're worried," he said, his lips too close to yours and his hot breath in your mouth. "I know we have to talk, but—" He never finished that sentence. He kissed you as he reached down, trailing his fingers along the inner parts of your thighs, and the movement seared through you. Your vision went white. You heard nothing but the pounding of your heart, then you remembered.

"Vash? Um-I have to-ah," you panted, "she is waiting."

You could feel his smile as he whispered the word in your ear. His fingers were teasing your groins. "Please." And you were gone.

One hand kept your head steady, the other roamed around your loins, and he kissed and melted you. Your eyes met his, and the feeling threatened to drown you. He kissed you, and every thought and worry wicked away, replaced by the feel of his mouth against your skin, his hand claiming your body.

Holy Molly!

He eft his kisses everywhere like he knew, like he knew how desperately you needed this, needed him, needed this comfort and release.

Like he needed it, too.

Taking hold of his neck, you raised yourself up to kiss his nose, cheeks, and lips. The line of your bodies was welded together. You felt yourself dissolving, becoming pure emotion as he parted his lips, teased you, and breathed into your mouth. "I love you," he said, gasping the words.

He kissed the top of your shoulder, and his artificial hand wandered over your body, down your back, cupping your back side, lingering on your upper thighs like he wanted to memorize the shape of you, always leaving you in awe of how gentle he was. Your muscles tightened with longing, and you were surprised at how much you wanted him.

Again.

So soon.

However, you had to stop this.

"I'd better get dressed," you said, pulling yourself back, grabbing sheets, and covering yourself with them. "I've got stuff to do."

A grin spread across his face as he watched you as if he could sense your frustration. You crawled from his lap, the bedsheets catching under your knees and making you lose your composure. Like a sneaky fox, he couldn't resist taking advantage of the moment. He yanked the rest of the sheet away from you and tucked you underneath him. His weight pinned you to the mattress, a knee intentionally jammed between your legs and slowly grinding you down.

"Here's what I want for my birthday," he said, kissing your parted lips. He knew what he was doing and knew you couldn't comprehend his words. "I have this idea. Just hear me out; I think that maybe you should consider being naked all the time. I mean, just always. Okay?"

"Okay. I have to—" What were you saying? He had his mouth all over you, sucking at your breasts, licking your throat, his fingers going straight to your sensitive spots.

The moment he got there, you knew you wouldn't let him go, even if he wanted to. So, you needed to gather your wits and act before it was too late.

Think. Think. Think.

"Vash!" you gasped, pushing him up with your hand as much as possible. "I know you're going nuts like a hunk in heat," you said, holding his cheeks between your hands and staring at his big downturned eyes. "I gotta shower and go to the saloon so you can meet me there at eight, okay, good boy?" You tapped on his shoulder.

With raised eyebrows, Vash got off you, but you remained trapped between his knees. Although he crossed his arms and pretended to be mad, you could see him fighting back a smile. It was amazing how that poor piece of sheet managed to cover his hips; otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to focus on his face.

"You were going to take a shower without me?" he said sternly.

You couldn't figure out what to say for a moment and then carefully asked, "would you like to join me?"

Considering your offer, he gazed at you, up and down, with a sweet, secret smile. The look in his eyes was enough to persuade you to agree to anything. You would do anything for this man if he asked. Even if he didn't bother to ask.

"Vash."

Your heart was heavy as you whispered his name, filled with emotion. You went still as he hovered over you, gently mouthing your nipples. His kisses grow more intent, leaving a trail of fire across your chest, down your torso, and rushing through your veins.

Suddenly, you forgot why you were even in such a hurry.

Your hands slipped around his neck, and you reeled him in. He felt incredible against you, his body fitting perfectly. You tilted his face up, your hand caught somewhere behind his neck and the base of his jaw, and you kissed him softly and slowly, heat filling your blood with dangerous speed.

As one hand held him steady, the other skimmed the smooth skin of your waist, gripping your hip hard. He parted your legs with his thigh, hearing you make a desperate sound deep in your throat, and it did something to him, to feel and hear you like that, to be assaulted by your pleasure and desire. It drove him crazy.

Vash buried his face in your neck, and his hand moved up to feel your breasts' tender skin, hot, soft, and sensitive to his touch. He wanted your body under his hands, the scent of your skin, and the light whisper of your hair against his. Licking your earlobes, he tried to ignore the strain in his muscles and the hard, desperate pressure driving him towards you, toward madness.

An ache was expanding inside you and demanding more, craving him to flip you over and lose yourself in you. You clung to him, your eyes half-lidded, your face flushed. Your breathes were heavy when you said, "take me, Vash."

His eyes widened, and he stared at you like he might be going deaf and blind at the same time, hunching over from the effort of inhaling and exhaling. He said nothing and only looked at you carefully from the top, drinking you in. His pulse was wild, his mind racing. There was no way he could refuse you.

02:50 pm - July 21st

Vash stepped aside, and you pushed the sheets away when he asked you to get up. Soon you were standing in the middle of the room as he had demanded.

He couldn't look away from you and probably couldn't even hear himself think over his heart beating fast like a thud against his skull. Pinning you against the closest wall, he kissed you wild enough for you never to forget why he was called the stampede. His fingers touched every everywhere. Every bend and arc. Every pit and hole. Leaving gentle slaps and smacks on the soft skin of yours.

It was lovely to feel your soft curves against his rough edges, and somehow, the paradox between the smoothness of your bodies pressed against each other made the scene even more surreal. In order not to miss any precious time, he picked you up, and you gasped, shocked, and scrambled to hold on for dear life. He pushed the bathroom door aside with his shoulder and carried you into the shower.

He needed you. Needed this. Now. You could see it in his eyes, in the upward arch of his erection.

He drew a deep, unsteady breath before switching the tap on.

A short scream tore through your throat.

You two got soaked in cold water as he pressed your front against the shower wall, losing himself in you like never before. His kisses were more profound, more desperate, and his hands less considerate than before. The heat more explosive, and everything between you wild, raw, and vulnerable. His mouth devoured you. He had his lips all over your body, his tongue tasting new places.

With the cold tiles touching your breasts, a sensation of pleasure spread throughout your entire body. You could feel it, the bottom half of your body urging you to press against him more deeply and fully. He had to hear the pleas of every cell in your body because his next thrust was so intense that you had to hold on to the wall with your palms to steady yourself while your cheeks pressed more and more against the cold ceramic as he had his way with you.

You lost track of time.

You had no idea how long you had been here. You didn't know how long he had gone haywire in you. Your knees were starting to shake when he turned you around, and your eyes fell on his soaked hair sticking to his forehead and clumping eyelashes blinking slowly. You considered yourself lucky for not only seeing such a marvel but also tasting him and feeling him.

With such hunger, he kissed your lips like he hadn't had them in years. You felt the hard tiles press against your back as he pushed himself inside, without hesitating to move up and down. Over and over again, you were lauded, his panting echoing within four walls.

So many times that you wanted to open your mouth to protest, but every time he took one turgid nipple into his mouth. Heat surged through your blood as his teeth scraped over the end of one, and you moaned instead of complaining. You couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to feel him inside you, his tongue twirling around your other breast.

The pressure was built. You were consumed by the need to reach the climax in every action. Your stomach muscles were tightening and quivering.

He moved his hands from your hips to your head, tangles of wet hair wrapping around his fingers as he pulled you upwards for a kiss. His tongue immediately thrust past your lips, and he increased his speed.

God! Nothing had ever tasted as good as Vash, you thought. Sensual, decadent, the flavor of him slipped through you.

His hands clenched tighter in your hair, and his teeth bit the flesh of your neck, but you barely noticed, barely caring about the hickey it would leave as he threw back his head, groaning your name. The sight of him in the throes of his peak drove you to the edge, your inner muscles clamping around his hardness, pulling him in deeper.

You cried out, clutching his shoulders so tightly that your fingernails dug into his skin, and your screams were muffled against his chest. The plunk of shower water running between your feet could be heard as your body shook, and he leaned his forehead against your head.

His hot released load was dripping and sliding down on your thighs when you collapsed into his arms, feeling weak and unsteady. He held you close to himself, tight yet so gentle, stroking your wet hair with his fingers and leaving small pecks wherever he could reach. "We should eat something," he said, kissing the curve of your shoulder and the sides of your neck.

You were intoxicated by the pure, stunning power of his emotions, endless waves of love and desire, love and kindness, love and joy, love and tenderness.

So much tenderness.

You pressed your cheek against his chest and held him as he braced himself against the wall. Your bodies were wet and heavy with feeling, your hearts pounding with something more powerful than you had ever imagined possible.

Water was dripping from the mess of his hair. So gorgeous, you thought. Then you forgot where you were and what you were going to do. Your arms and limbs trembled slightly, and he was too terrified to let you go.

Too in love to let you go.

07:15 pm - July 21st

As night fell, the blue haze of the day lifted and revealed the stars brightening the sky, shining like beams of happiness, appearing still as an old photograph. The wind blew Vash's hair into a tousled bun.

He walked out of his favorite shop and leaned against the wall with a big bag of donuts and an even bigger smile. Yeah, he perfectly knew he would eat cake, but eating donuts had nothing to do with it: a warm-up, just appetizers.

His eyes followed the long shadows of townies milling around under the flickering lamppost lights, even though he couldn't make out any faces from such afar. He liked this town. It was so small that his typhoon hadn't yet found it. Or maybe because he was a stranger here. Nobody knew him, and everybody was safe from the curse his name carried around.

Everybody but you.

You already had been spelled by those fifteen letters.

V-A-S-H-T-H-E-S-T-A-M-P-E-D-E

Taking a look around, he tried to find a clock on a building or something. The birthday boy didn't want to be late. This and, of course, the words you uttered before you left the house:

"Eight o'clock, Vash. Don't forget! Don't be late! Don't be early and wear that white shirt. See you there!"

He sighed and took a donut from the bag, careful not to stain his white shirt with his clumsiness. It smelled great. What a heavenly aroma, smelling like honey. This and you and this town. It sure felt good to see happy people around.

Without further ado, he took a bite of his sugar-coated donut.

He expected it to taste incredible and super tasty, like being alive, but he couldn't feel it. There was a sense of numbness in him. The weight of an unknown worry was heavy against his heart.

A muffled whistle-like sound echoed in the distance, followed by several. Another shot rang out, this time sounding like it was meant. Suffocating silence, creaking doors, and screams that tore the sky open.

He felt strangely dull, as if his connection with his body had been cut off. The bag fell to the ground, and the donuts scattered around. People were crying, weeping, but all he could hear was the wind's wails in his ears, slapping sharply against his face.

He took uncertain steps forward. The area outside the saloon looked like more than a graveyard. It was worse than he had expected. There were injured people everywhere; some collapsed on the ground.

From where he stood, he counted two men, one woman, and a child dead. Open eyes, mouths agape, fresh blood still dripping down limp bodies. Where were you? Something about that realization struck fear into his veins.

The horrifying possibilities flashed through his mind. His mind was blank as to what had happened. Were you okay?

Vash looked over the crowd, still staring, waiting for you to show up. Waiting for you to find him. But you weren't anywhere to be found. In the chaos, he ran from one to another, people scattered around, and he didn't see you. The terror of this moment kicked him in the gut.

So many thoughts were tangled in his head that he couldn't untie the insanity. He glanced back at the doors you were supposed to come out, opening it with a smile.

He waited. He waited longer than was reasonable. Then he called you. Quietly at first, then louder. He shouted your name. His chest was being torn apart by fear, squeezing his heart. A part of him was afraid to speak the words aloud, fearful of making them true.

His legs felt like they had been formed from fresh clay, like he was moving through a fog. His voice reached everyone, pleading this time, running forward until the doors were in his line of sight.

"Is she in?" he asked, but no one answered. Everybody was frozen by the agony of the moment. All that could be heard were silent weeps and the wind howling.

Vash gulped, his throat all dry, and walked in; his lips parted, his eyes wide and horrified. The blood in his veins all ice.

Pain.

It began at his feet, bloomed up his legs, unfurled in his stomach, and worked its way up to his throat, only to explode behind his eyes. The sudden scream ripped itself from his lungs. It wrenched free from his chest without warning, without permission, and it was a scream so loud, so hard and violent, it broke his back. His hands were pressed against his knees, his head half bent.

Echoes of his misery would never be lost in the wind or carried away by the clouds but would always live between these walls. Forever.

His voice was unfamiliar to him. The horror, shock, and dread that flooded his body was something he had never felt — never known before, not like this.

The popped balloons on the walls. A half-ruined cake on the counter. Blood-stained confetti all around. A shoeless foot lying on the floor. Locks of tousled hair slipped from the makeshift shroud.

The numbness was now merciful, at least for a few moments. Then, everything crashed.

Vash fell next to the body. The knowledge rushed up in him, choking off his breath. Another scream tore its way out. Then another, and another. It felt as if his very essence had been ripped from him.

He pulled you into his arms, clutching you tightly, barely able to breathe. His fingers seized your hair and yanked it from your face. The golden strands of his hair fell onto your bloody face. You were called over and over, but it didn't seem like anything more than a sound. His pleas were like commands, begging you to open your eyes, but you ignored them as if playing a nasty prank.

Vash held both of your hands in his. There was no touch. All he felt was an empty coldness. The silence grew even louder, consuming him like a pitch-black shadow. Biting his lip, he tasted a faint metallic taste on his tongue. The desperation in his expression, the grief carved into his features, the way he looked at you as if he were about to pass the gates of hell and utter his last farewell.

Suddenly, he wanted to laugh one of those strange, high-pitched, delusional laughs that marked the end of sanity. Because this world, he thought, had a terrible sense of humor. It always seemed to mock him, making his life more miserable and ruining his dreams by destroying everything he ever loved.

You were dead. This pain was truly real.

Vash broke apart. Sobs cracked open his chest and cried until the pain spiraled and peaked; he bawled until his head throbbed and his eyes swelled. His fingers dug into your back as he called, desperate for a sign of hope. Your hollow body was clutched to his heart, and he felt the injustice roared through him. The feeling fractured him apart. His forehead pressed against your cheek, and his mouth trembled as he whispered, "C-Come ba-ck." The words fell apart. He could only mumble stuttering sounds.

He kissed your knuckles briefly. Would you have blushed if you were still breathing, whining about how cheesy he was being? He could only imagine your reactions now.

Hot tears streamed down his face, and he squeezed his eyelids shut in an effort to make them stop. He sat there unmoving for quite some time with choppy breathing and watery eyes.

09:00 pm - July 21st

Things were in a state of disarray in his vision. People were coming in with dropped shoulders and muffled weeps in the air. Someone approached and touched his shoulder for comfort, and a fierce unknown rage emerged in him. He could kill the man there but would have to let go of you, and he couldn't.

Vash turned his face back and held you so tightly like you would be able to feel the faint beat of his heart. He wept, cradling you, and he wouldn't move nor speak a word other than your name. It was like seeing the sun through the water. His tears fell, but you wouldn't be able to kiss them away this time.

"How dare you mourn her!" Someone bent over him. "You killed her!" Weak fists landed on his back but hurt him more than torture and shots. "She died because of you! You bring misfortune and destruction everywhere you go!" yelled Rosalina with a devastated voice.

Words, he thought, were such unpredictable creatures. No gun, knife, army, or enemy could ever be more powerful than a sentence. Blades may cut and kill, but words would stab and stay, burying into the future, digging and failing to rip his skeletons from his flesh. These weren't nice things to say. Not now. Not after what he was going through. Not when his white shirt was covered in your blood, and his hands burned with the bit of warmth left in your body.

Vash continued to hold you, silent and steady, even as the tears receded, even when he began to tremble. He had you tight as his body shook, held you close when the tears started anew, held you in his arms, and stroked your hair, whispering, "Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me." His voice was a terrible thing, cracked and broken.

He felt guilty. Anyone who got close to him was doomed to die. He thought his actions and inactions always took away his loved ones. Oh, stubborn, stubborn Vash! Of course, he would blame himself for something that had nothing to do with him.

The once happy eyes of Rosalina spilled hot tears on his shirt. "For two years, you lived among us, looked into our eyes every day, and lied about who you are, Vash the Stampede!"

Several gasps were heard from the crowd, followed by whispers filling the air.

Vash the stampede was here.

Chaos.

Questions flew, and weeps were muffled. Everyone was shocked, horrified, freaking out. You had long been forgotten, he thought.

"Is he the most wanted Vash the Stampede?"

"Were there raids in the saloon because of him?"

"The bounty hunters were after the money on his head?"

"They shot us and ran away because of this man?"

"This guy really had us fooled!"

"Is this true?"

Vash's reality was too broken, too distracted to process these kinds of talks. This horrible instant was one mess of insanity in his mind. He couldn't make any sense of it. He didn't answer a word to anyone and just stroked your cold cheek with as much gentleness as he could.

Someone shouted, "What's the hell's the matter with you? Say something. At least make some excuse!"

"Shame on you for bringing danger to our town!"

"We've heard enough of your crying!"

"At least have the decency and go die like a man!"

"No normal human being could cause all these horrible things! He had to be a monster! Who else could have been responsible?"

"Did you feel some of the pain of people who died because of your reckless behaviors?"

He was dying, he thought. He must be. He thought he knew what death was like, but he must have been wrong because this was a whole different kind of dying—a whole different kind of pain.

"That girl died protecting this demon?"

"She knew about the humanoid typhoon all this time." The man gulped and pointed at your dead body. "Our loved ones are dead and hurt because of her stupid devotion to this walking disaster!"

The scene was quite unbelievable, horrifying. His mind reeled, incapable of comprehending or processing what he was hearing. Everything in him came to a halt while his thoughts caught up. It was for him that you died. The shock brought a quietness, a moment to gird his soul for what would come. Truth poured gasoline on the spark of denial in his belly, burning him alive. It fashioned itself into a knife and stabbed him in the eye. And the funny thing was, he didn't want to do anything to stop it. Anguish was all that remained of you; he embraced it with all he was. He deserved it. So he bled with a smile on his face, wishing the pain to end him this time.

"If that self-righteous whore had revealed his whereabouts, not only would she be alive now, but the others wouldn't be dead either!"

Blackness seemed to press against his eyes, ears, and throat. He couldn't breathe, hear, or see clearly, and the suffocation of the moment was so terrifying that he was almost sure he had lost his mind.

How many insults can one person take before throwing in the fucking towel? For him, that number was infinite, but for you, he wouldn't allow even one.

He stood up and grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt. He pointed a gun at the infamous criminal, but Vash ripped the gun out of his hand. "What did you say about her?" he asked with a voice like a rusty saw that wanted to cut the bone. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were burning in absolute rage. Nobody had seen him like this. Not once. People were so used to his calm and kind demeanor that this side of him scared them. If they wanted a typhoon, they'd get one. He was fortified with a new kind of anger, a desperate, animal intensity that overpowered him and forced him to stand still.

The man was trembling in his grip. "N-nothing," he finally said. Vash's pulse was racing, breathing heavily, almost like he would burst. The muscles in his hand tensed, causing him to crack his knuckles. Almost like a blazing inferno, his blood boiled in his veins, burning him from the inside out. He was mainly angry with himself, but that wouldn't stop his urge to hunt each and every single one of those bounty hunters, just to make sure they suffered and felt a lot of pain, just like he felt. No longer did he want to show sympathy to anyone. Maybe he was really a monster, wasn't he?

"If they learn your name and start haunting you, we'll run away! We'll run, run, run, and keep running as far as we have to! And when things calm down, we'll settle by their side again. You won't kill. You'll never kill anyone again, and one day, people will begin seeing you as I do."

Recalling your words, his eyes widened, and his fist loosened. The man's face was devoid of color. Vash tried to read his eyes for something but saw nothing but terror in the end. He was afraid.

No.

Your race was merciless. How could they say such a thing about one of their own? This man probably deserved the worst, but you didn't want Vash to be cruel, only to be kind. And he couldn't do this to you. Because if he did and an afterlife existed, you'd probably be the only sad person in heaven right now.

Dropping the man on the floor, Vash crushed his gun in his hand and tossed it away. The stranger was groaning and hunching over when he returned to you.

It was the first time Rosalina had seen him like this, her brain unable to digest or process this information. Unlike the man she knew, this one had cold, sharp eyes only focused on you. The look on his face was different. Scary, even. Somehow that worried her even more. She might be sad for you, even hate her people for having talked disparagingly about you; maybe she would give them a piece of her mind and grieve your loss. Maybe. Right now, though, her child's safety was her top priority, and this blood-stained man didn't look very stable.

"Listen, we don't want to die! Leave here and never come back!"

Vash sat by your side, helpless, as if something had broken inside him and all his emotions had poured out. When you left him alone, did you take some part of him with you?

"Get her out of this town. This disaster would've never happened if you hadn't stumbled into this town. She'd still be alive," Rosalina said firmly, staring at your peaceful face like you were in a deep sleep.

Vash didn't answer or even glance at the woman who wanted to help you celebrate his birthday. Like an orphan, he pulled you impossibly close, your bodies soldering together. He pondered Rosalina's words and the night he saw you and wondered whether your life would have been different if he hadn't met you. Who was even capable of answering this? As he whispered your name and begged you for forgiveness, his tears washed the blood from your cheeks, and Rosalina felt something inside her die. As she watched him willingly take all blame upon himself alone, as if he was already familiar with this feeling, she felt something break apart inside her.

Vash resembled his wanted posters now. A tall man with blond hair covered in red, but this time, it was your blood instead of his famous coat. His hands were trembling so hard he couldn't even recognize them anymore. Even so, he picked you up, cuddling you in his arms, only to notice the hickey on your neck from hours ago. Pain cramped his joints, breaking away every single bone in his body. He wanted to shriek through the sky; he wanted to fall to his knees again and sob into the ground. He didn't know why the agony wasn't finding an escape through his tears.

"Think way back. Remember that story I told you? About the man that found a blank ticket that could take him anywhere he wanted? That man is all of us. Where you go is yours to choose. You'll always have that ticket in your pocket, no matter what darkness life throws at you. When you're ready, write down the destination. I promise you. You'll be alright."

He wished Rem was right, but there was no such concept as happiness in this world. There was only endless strife, destruction, and death. There was only loneliness, pain, and regret. Whatever he did, no matter how much he pleaded, no matter how much he wished with all his heart to make things right, life always had a way of taking everything from him.

It seemed like Vash the Stampede's life had peaked, and nothing that came after you would ever matter to him. Because for him, there was before you, and there was during you, but he didn't want any after you. You were the light he never knew he needed. He was lost in the darkness, wandering life without direction. Then he found you, and you brought him warmth and light. You were the one who saved him. Twice and he couldn't do the same.

As he walked forward, he pleaded with his bones to remain steady, to carry him through the rest of the day and into the rest of his meaningless life. He passed through the crowd as if he had never been a part of them. The sand dragged under his feet, his knees weak, but he held you tight and walked away. His footprints grew smaller and smaller until there was only the empty silence of a long, lonely night.

Let's let him be for now. Everyone deserves to be left alone for a moment or two, right? Be that as it may, he always lost his most precious ones on his birthdays. Maybe it would have been better if he had never been born so that he would not have to endure so much grief alone. Or perhaps it was the way it was so we could be part of his life.

Author note: My real world had grown so dark that I didn't want to live in it. That's why I escaped and spent the day in a world darker than mine. Please accept my sincere apologies for dragging you down here with me ^_^

If you have anything to say, don't be shy to use ASK and the comment sections.

Disclaimers: This fan-written story contains quotes from "The Song of Achilles", "King Killer Chronicles", "Shatter Me" series and "Reminders of him" books, "Hamlet" play, and "I am unafraid with him" poem by pencap on Tumblr.

The arts are from "Trigun Stampede" anime.

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[ateliersss]

Not Your Fault

Pairing: John Price x Fem!Reader Summary: When you and your captain, John Price, share your usual drink at night, the alcohol loosens your tongue a little too much... Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: Past Sexual Abuse, Past Rape, Grooming, English isn't my first language Word Count: 4.217

"You were how old?" Price asked slowly, each word separately stressed, believing he hadn't heared you correctly the first time.

It was one of those evenings when you would go to your Captain's office, John Price, to share a whiskey that was secretly stashed away in his desk. Sometimes it was one glass, sometimes two, but today it had been so many that it had loosened your tongue.

"Twelve."

The following silence in the room was eerie.

He had just shared the quite embarrassing story of how he had lost his virginity. It was all laughs and smiles until you had told yours in return. Suddenly John had looked at you in a mixture of shock and fury, but only the shock was directed at you.

"And how old was he?" John asked carefully, already expecting the answer to sky-rock his blood pressure.

"Fourty-one."

"And you were... twelve." He said in a long exhale.

"It's... It's not a big deal. It happened a long time ago." You said, trying to shrug it off in an nonchalant way, but the crack in your voice betrayed the true nature of your feelings.

"It is a big deal, hun, a very big deal. You were a child." His voice shook with poorly concealed rage.

The alcohol had made you lightheaded, the words flowing from your lips before you could stop them. "He told me he wanted to teach me how to be a woman. Said I would need to start early if I ever want a boyfriend."

You sat in the corner of the couch in your Captain's office, the back and arm rest on either side of you. Your head leant to the side so that it was resting on the backrest. Price was in the other corner across from you, holding his cigar in a death grip.

"Said if I ever want to please this boyfriend the right way, I needed to know beforehand... needed to know how to serve a man like any good girl should."

"What a monster..." Price growled, shaking his head in disgust, before choosing his next words carefully. "Was it... only once?"

Instead of answering, you avoided his eyes and looked down to your lap.

That was answer enough for him. "It was more than just that one time?"

"It happened a lot." You whispered barely audible.

"For how long?" Price asked slowly, still trying to remain calm for your sake.

"Two years... maybe three. I can't remember."

It took everything in him to not lose his cool right then and there. Staying seated on the couch, he scoots over to you and took your hands softly in his.

"Look at me."

You closed your eyes and shook your head defiantly.

"Please." He pressed, although his voice was quiet and soothing.

You straightened up into a sitting position and opened your teary eyes, afraid. "Please don't be angry at me." You breathed. "It was my fault. I wanted it."

Price raised his eyebrows, ready to yell at you that you were wrong — of course you were wrong — but he quickly shut his mouth close.

You were vulnerable right now, opening up to him, trusting him. He had to proceed thoughtfully, as if a frightened animal was sitting in front of him.

He didn't even want to imagine what you went through. He could imagine it for he had seen enough sick stuff in his years of doing his job, but this one? No, not when he had to imagine you in such a scenario as well.

"Do you really think that, hun? Do you actually believe that it was your fault?" Price asked.

"It was." You nodded, ashamed of yourself. "I wanted to be a grown-up. And he... he told me I was beautiful... he told me he loved me."

"He didn't love you." Price told you sternly, his grip tightening around your hands unintentionally. "He told you what you wanted to hear."

"No, no, no. He loved me. He told me many times how much he loved me. He told me how pretty my body is, how gorgeous I am, how womanly I am..." You were ranting now, not thinking clearly.

He repeated your name again and again, trying to stop you from talking, but you couldn't hear him in your frenzy. He knew he should treat you like a china doll in that moment, but he simply acted out of frustration when he grabbed you by your arms and shook you firmly.

"Open your eyes! You were twelve and he was a fourty-one year old man! He manipulated you, he raped you, he groomed you!"

"Don't yell. Please, don't yell. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You cried out, tears breaking free and streaming down your cheeks.

You struggled out of his grip, slid down the couch and curled up to a ball on the floor.

Price regretted his words in an instant as he followed your movements with his eyes. He quickly pushed himself up, lowered himself next to you on the floor, and wrapped his big arms around you, pulling you on his lap. His hands ran through your hair in a calming manner as he slowly rocked you back and forth.

"I'm sorry, hun. I'm sorry for yelling." He hushed you, "But it wasn't your fault, okay? He made you think it was, but it wasn't."

You buried your face in his olive-green sweater and sobbed, your tears soaking the fabric.

John pulled you closer to him and kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back gently.

"It's okay, sweetheart." He sighed, "Everything is going to be fine. He will never be able to hurt you again."

You calmed down a few minutes later. You had stopped sobbing, but you stayed in Price's arms. He was still stroking your hair, humming a soothing tune.

"Do you feel better now, hun?"

Not trusting your words, you just nodded.

Price smiled at you, but his expression turned grim when a thought crossed his mind. He didn't want to ask, he really didn't, but again his experience from work had proofed him that there could be a possibility.

He had been a rookie when his former team had busted a sex trafficking ring with girls your age when you had been in that situation. He remembered how three of them had been...

"Did you..." Price really didn't know how to ask you this. "Were you..."

You avoided his eyes again.

"Were you..." He tried again, but failed.

He didn't know for sure what the truth was, but he was afraid he already knew the answer.

You knew what he was trying to ask and another wave of shame washed over you.

"The first time it happened was... was when I was thirteen."

"Thirteen..."

He really did his best not to throw up, but it still felt like a punch to the gut.

"What happened to the baby?"

"He brought me to an abortion clinic as soon as he found out."

"And no one ask you about who you are? How old you are?"

You shook your head. "No."

Then either he must have paid them well, or he found a very shady doctor who even treated children.

"Then he took me there again when I was fourteen... twice." You whispered.

Price choked on air. He looked down at you, but this time there was only rage in his eyes. "You got pregnant by this monster... three times?"

You avoided his intense gaze, biting your lip before nodding.

"Did he never use protection?"

You shook your head. "He told me how much he loved it when he could... when he could come inside me. He told me how much he loved watching it–"

"Stop." Price interrupted you, begged you. "Please stop." He tightened the embrace his arms had around you.

"I'll kill him, hun." He gritted out, his demeanour changed all of the sudden as he buried his face in your hair. "I promise I'll kill him."

At his words your body filled with warmth, relief, at the thought of him dying.

He had manipulated you and had lulled you in. He had used your childish naivety and had abused your trust. He had used you and your body in ways you couldn't even start to describe. You had tried so hard to repress the memories of his touches and his words as you grew older and more understanding of what he had actually been doing to you.

And now it all flooded back and it put you back to your 12-year-old-self.

Right now you weren't a soldier anymore, weren't a Sergeant anymore. Right now your were just the little girl again from almost two decades ago.

Although you were biting down hard on your bottom lip to stifle your sobs, you could barely hide the tremor of your body.

"Shh. I'm here, my girl."

Price continued to comfort you, rubbing your back. His voice may be soothing to you, but it was the calm before the storm. On the inside he was boiling with rage.

His voice became stern once more as he asked, "Who is he? What's his name?"

You took your time calming down, taking deep breaths, in and out.

"His name is B-Benjamin Carter." You hiccupped.

"Where is he, hun? Do you know where he is?" Price asked, his voice determined.

"He p-probably is still in m-my home town. Warrington."

You could feel him nodding in acknowledgement before he took you in his arms and lifted you up, placing you back on the couch. He walked over to his desk and pulled out a pen and paper, scribbling down what you had just told him.

He looked up and over to you. "Do you know where he lives, his address?"

"No, I'm sorry." You mumbled.

Your brain seemed to refuse to let you remember anything about the place where it all happened.

"But I know he lives across a small park called Queens Gardens." You sighed and looked at him with apologetic eyes. "I know it's not much, but..."

John just shook his head. "Don't worry. It's more than enough for me."

He gave you a small smile before he turned back to the paper and wrote Queens Gardens on it.

When he was done, he walked back to you and knelt down in front of your sitting position on the couch.

"I'm gonna take care of him, I promise you." He took both of your much smaller hands into his and pressed a feather-light kiss on your knuckles. "This isn't a mission. He isn't a target of the British Special Forces. Am I making myself clear?"

You look sheepishly at him.

"This is pretty much illegal, hun, killing a man outside of our job, killing a man for personal matters." He explained slowly like you were a child, "But I will do it anyway. For you. I wish he was a job, because I would…" Price had to take a deep breath. "I would take years to make his life a living hell. I would torture him, would break him, would make him beg me to kill him." He kissed your knuckles again. "He will never hurt anyone again."

He then pulled you into yet another hug. He tightened his arms around you, his mind racing with what he will do when he found this man.

But for now he was just holding you, protecting you.

Since Benjamin was a close family friend, your father, with whom you had long broken off, sent you a month later a message about his best friend's murder.

It wasn't typical of Warrington to have such a bloody incident, so when you looked it up on your laptop you quickly found a headline announcing:

Local citizen found dead in home with several stab wounds: police investigating.

You automatically thought about Price. He had taken a week off of work for personal reasons and had just returned today. It was already late, so he was sitting in his office now, probably letting the day end with a cigar and a whiskey.

You needed to thank him somehow.

But how? Your captain was a good-hearted, strong and caring man who had killed a man a few days ago... for you. How could you ever repay him for something like that?

Then an idea flashed into your mind. You wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid when the solution was so obvious. Of course there was something you could do.

It didn't take you even 10 minutes to ready yourself before you headed over to Price's office. You knocked dutifully on his door and soon found him working at his desk after he called you in with a "Come in!"

He looked up the second the door opened and greeted you. "Hey, hun–"

His voice failed him when he took in your appearance.

You weren't dressed in civvies like you normally were and you weren't dressed in your military attire either like he was. Instead you were standing there, in a black robe which reached to your mid-thighs, barefoot.

He wouldn't question your choice of clothes because now and then you would visit him in his office at 1 AM or 2 AM in you pyjamas, but the thin black fabric you were wearing now wasn't like you at all.

He opened his mouth to ask you what you were doing here, why you wearing that, anything, but before he could form one single word, your fingers were undoing the knot that was holding the robe close and opened it, revealing your completely bare body to his eyes.

Price's eyes widdened in shock before he averted them quickly, his neck cracking from how fast he turned his head to the side. He had tried to look away as fast as possible, but the image of your beautiful body was already burnt into his brain.

"(Y-Y/N), what are you doing?" He stuttered, his eyes fixed to the full ashtray placed at the right edge of his desk next to his half-full whiskey glass.

You approached his desk slowly, your movements making the loose fabric of the robe slide down your shoulders to the crook of your arm.

"I want to say thank you, Captain." You smiled innocently at him.

You were fully believing that this was the right way, the only way, as you were taught.

John Price was the first man you had opened up to, the first man who you trusted. Of course you trusted your other Task Force members, too, trusting them with your life on the battle field, but the trust for your Capatin was different.

Your captain had treated you like any other rookie in your first month at this base, but from there on he had started to approach you more often.

He was happy to help you when you were clueless about how to clean the different kind of weapons and guns in their own right way until you got the hang on it.

He was right behind you with his arms crossed in front of his broad chest to correct your stance or adjust your grip on your gun.

He was the first you told about your promotion to sergeant.

He was the one who brought you into his new Task Force.

He was laughing when you told him another funny story at night in his office where you shared a drink.

John Price was the man Benjamin Carter had trained you for since you were twelve years old.

"I was taught to always show gratitude."

Price's grip on the arm rests of his chair tightened, his knuckles turning white as the paper sheets sitting in front of him on his desk. "By getting naked?"

You nodded with a smile.

"Benjamin told me it's the only way to make a man happy.

You were so far lost in your head, you didn't even register his body tensing up in discomfort.

"Benjamin Carter was a monster." Price tried to be gentle, but he couldn't keep the condemnation out of his tone. "This is not how you should show gratitude, sweetheart."

You were shaking your head, the unaware and soft smile still on your lips. "I always showed how thankful I was when he did a favor for me, and now I'm going to thank you for what you did for me. It's my duty."

Only now Price seemed to realize how badly this man had damaged you mentally.

"It's not your duty." He gritted out before he took a deep breath to compose himself. "You don't have to repay something someone did for you with your body."

"But he taught me–"

"What he taught you is nothing a good person would have done. It was wrong. He was a vile and evil man who took advantage of your childlike naivety and innocence to mold you into something so horrible to satisfy his own disgusting fantasies." He said as calm and clear as he could muster.

"Do you understand me, sweetheart? Do you understand that this–" He gestured with his hand to your lack of cover. "–is wrong?"

There was a frown on your face now, seemingly aware now that he was unhappy with you.

Are you not pretty enough?

Is your belly not flat enough?

Are your breasts not big enough?

Maybe you should take off the robe completely and kneel down...

Stupid you. Of course, you could never be naked enough, never be sexy enough, never be willing enough for anything he has in mind, to repay him for what he had done for you.

"But you helped me." You whispered.

Price didn't need to look at you to hear the clear disappointment and sadness in your voice.

"Are you telling me you think you owe me? You think you owe me your body?" His tone was stern, but you didn't miss the sorrow and concern in his voice.

There was no answer and if there was he couldn't see it.

With his eyes still averted, Price got up from his seat and rounded his desk. With his eyes trained to the side, not even daring to catch a glimpse of your exposed body, he reached out to close your robe.

Misunderstanding the whole act as acceptance of your offer, you dropped down to your knees in front of him and grabbed his belt to open it.

Price, who's brain had yet to catch on what you were intending to do, grabbed your wrists and stopped you to go any further.

"Hun, no... you don't need to do this. It's okay." He said tenderly, knowing that you aren't yourself right now. "I did what I did because it was my own wish. I did it for you, yes, but I did it on my own account. So you don't owe me anything, okay? No need to return the favor."

You shook your head, his words not making any sense to you. "But I do owe you." You replied, vehemently clinging to your beliefs.

You twisted your wrists out of his grip that had starten to loosen and reached determined for his belt again.

You were stopped once more when Price's fingers locked around your wrists and pulled your hands away from his pants.

"Sweetheart, please stop it."

You looked up at him, shaking you head vigorously. "No, no. I need to."

You didn't even notice the tears that had started to run down your cheeks as you struggled against the hard and slightly painful hold he had on you.

Price lowered himself on his knees so he was on the same eye level as you. "Hun, calm down. Everything's good, everything's fine. You do not owe me anything. I don't need you to thank me. I was simply looking out for one of my soldiers."

You hiccupped. "I will like it. I will love it. I promise I will. I will be good, I will be a good girl for you." You sobbed, ignorant to his words as you talked in a frenzy.

You actually believed that this was something normal to do to show appreciation.

Price let go of your wrists to cup your tear-straked cheeks. "I don't need you to be good. I don't need you to do something you are clearly forcing yourself to."

"Am I not pretty enough?" You suddenly asked, sure of yourself that this was the reason why he didn't want you.

Price huffed. "Hun, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He smiled reassuringly at you, trying to calm you. "You're are gorgeous and intelligent and talented. You work so hard, and are always respectful and polite to anyone around you."

He reached down to your robe to close it.

"But you don't have to repay kindness with your body, hun. That's not how it works."

He wiped the remaining tears away with his thumb before he placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your cheek.

The fog clouding your head finally cleared and you were now able to comprehend his words fully. You felt shame and embarrassment wash over you as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Do you... do you maybe have some spare clothes I can borrow?" You mumbled.

"Sure thing, hun." He cooed and got up to take the few steps to the right to reach the closet where he kept his training clothes.

He kept them there for easy access if he found enough time to go to the gym. He took the bag and handed it over to you.

"Thank you." You said, your voice low and your eyes fixed on your knees.

"I will leave you alone for a moment so you can change in private." You heard his voice from above you and then the soft click of the door closing.

You finally ripped your fixed stare away to glance at the door and then to the bag in front of you. Opening it, you grabbed the shirt and sweatpants and quickly put it on. You pressed the collar of the shirt that you were practically drowning in to your nose and inhaled.

It was freshly washed, but even then you could still smell a hint of tobacco.

A knock on the door took you back to reality.

"Everything okay in there? Can I come in?"

"Yeah." You croaked.

You quickly cleared your throat and repeated, "Yeah. Come in."

Price opened the door and smiled at you, reliefed now that you are fully clothed. He pushed away the warm tingles in his belly when he took you in. In another situation, he would have been happy and proud to see you wearing his clothes, but for now he just nodded to the the couch.

"Lets sit down, okay."

You followed him and sat down, leaving a respectful space between the two of you.

"I want you to understand that everything I said today is how it is. I need you to understand that you don't owe me, anyone for that instance, anything. And if you do, you don't do it with your body. When I help you, or do something for you, it's because I care about you and I want to."

Price carefully reached out to place two fingers under you chin to turn your head so you would look at him.

"Nothing that monster had taught you was right. No man, no real man, would ever demand of you to give yourself to him to repay him or thank him. A real man would worship you, would cherish you." He clarified, "If you do something, it should be because you want to and not because you have to. Your body belongs to you and only to you."

There was another wave of tears trickling from the corners of your eyes and down your cheeks.

"I'm there for you, hun. Never think you need to do anything you don't want to to be worthy of affection."

Overwhelmed by his gravely voice and his solacing words, not knowing what to do with this flutter in your belly, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips on his.

Price tensed in surprise. A selfish part of him wanted to pull you in and kiss you passionately until you had to part to breathe, but he already had experience in pushing that part aside when it came to you.

He pushed you away from him by your shoulders, shaking his head. "No, hun."

He sighed when he saw the hurt in your eyes. He had wanted to do this a long time ago, had waited for this to happen, but not like this. He refused to take advantage of your vulnerability.

"I want to, but I can't. Not when you're like this, not in this state. You need to recover from what you had been through, need to work with your trauma, and when you're ready, and I mean truly ready, then we can talk." Price says with a heavy exhale. "But right now, this is not what you need."

He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles before he looked into your eyes.

"Take all the time that you need to heal. And if you still think that I'm worthy of your attention, I will be there. I'll be there, waiting for you."

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[therealmrszenin]

Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

One shot maybe??

Pairing: Stepfather Toji x y/n

Warnings: Age gap, pet- names, touching, not proofread

Y/n stood in front of the stove, stirring the saucepan of boiling water, her hands moving gracefully back and forth, her mind lost in thought. Her mother was out shopping, leaving you alone with Toji, something you dreaded. Since your father's death, Toji had stepped in as the head of the household, taking care of everything from paying the bills to disciplining y/n when she misbehaved.

Despite his best efforts, y/n felt like they were strangers living under the same roof - there was no warmth or affection between them. Tonight, as they prepared dinner together, the tension seemed visible; neither one daring to speak first, both lost in their own thoughts.

As you pulled a pan full of pasta out of the oven, its delicious aroma filling the air, you caught Toji watching you from across the room. His dark eyes lingered on your curves before flicking away.

Y/n could feel her heart racing as she placed the pan onto the countertop, feeling the heat radiating through her fingers. Their attraction toward each other was evident despite their attempts to deny it. Finally, Toji broke the silence. "This smells delicious, babygirl" he said gruffly, nodding toward the steaming pasta dish on the table. You smiled weakly in response before turning around to grab some plates from the cupboard above your head. You felt him come up behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close against his chest.

You couldn't help but let out a small gasp as you felt his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine and right between your legs. "Thank you for helping me tonight, baby" he whispered softly into your ear, his voice thick with emotion.

The tension between them dissipated instantly, replaced by a sudden burst of passion. Y/n turned around to face him, their bodies mere inches apart. Toji's gaze drifted southward, taking in every curve of her body hungrily.

Y/n felt her cheeks flush at his attention, unable to look away from those piercing green eyes. Suddenly, Toji leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers in a fiery kiss that left her breathless. It was the kind of kiss that made your heart skip a beat, that left you weak-kneed and lightheaded.

As their lips parted, you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "W-W-What was that for, Toji?" You asked hoarsely, still reeling from the intensity of the moment.

Toji shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. "That was just a taste," he replied quietly, his voice sharp and low.

You could feel yourself falling under his spell, unable to resist his irresistible charm. You found yourself drawn to him even though you knew you shouldn't be. After all he was your mothers husband, but there was something about him that was irresistibly alluring, almost magnetic. As you two sat down to eat dinner, you couldn't stop stealing glances at Toji across the table.

There was something incredibly sexy about how he held himself - the way he slouched back in his chair, manspreading showing of his big, meaty thighs,one hand wrapped around his glass of whiskey, his eyes fixed intently on you. You could feel your heart racing again, your breath coming faster than usual.

"S-So...what do you want to do after we finish eating?" You asked shyly, hoping to break the tension that had been building between you all night. Toji looked up from his plate, smirking at you.

"I think you already know what I’m going to do after, or rather who I’m going to do," he began slowly, his voice low and raspy.

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[juneknight]

.Be Lost.//1.5

Really wanted to offer something to yall while I deal with all the ramifications of real life right now. This is continuing the request a donator made for soft dom Marc <3 1k

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“Glad we’re on the same page,” he says. “But this next part is just as important okay, so make sure you’re listening, yeah?” 

“I’m listenin’.” 

“If you want to cum, you get permission from me, first.” 

*

If there had been a masturbation hiatus before, there was a masturbation embargo now. Just as you were coming to terms with the fact that you could probably think of Marc (and have the best orgasm of your life) without feeling guilty or perverse, he dropped the permission bombshell, and suddenly the rug was pulled out from under you again. The last thing you wanted was for Marc to know how desperate you were all the time. 

But the thought of going behind his back, touching yourself and cumming without his approval…no. You just couldn’t do it. This dynamic was built on trust. He trusted you to tell him the truth, and you had given him your word. 

It was going to be a long winter. 

A week and then two comes and goes. Most mornings you wake up with a pillow between your thighs, foggy remnants of your latest Marc-dreams drifting away like smoke on the breeze. You don’t think that it counts, what you get up to in your honest-to-God unconscious sleep. You don’t feel the need to tell Marc every time you wake up hot and bothered, and you don’t feel guilty about withholding such information. 

One day he finally messages to ask: 

You been doing as I ask? 

Of course! you text back, a little waspishly. If he’s noticed your increasing crabbiness since that conversation in the dark two weeks ago, he hasn’t mentioned it. Yet. 

Alright, he messages benignly. He moves the conversation on to something else, but there’s no chance you can let that topic come and go so easily. 

Why do you ask? 

I was just curious, he says. But I figured maybe you just weren’t in the mood. 

Not in the mood? Has Marc lost his mind? That night two weeks ago you had been so turned on that you stepped out onto the porch, the bitter night air, whipping at your bare legs, just to calm yourself down. 

Before you can message back, your phone buzzes again: I’ve been jerking off every day.

You’ve never known words to have such a visceral affect on you. You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, winded, lightheaded from lack of air. The image is in your head now. You can almost see Marc’s tidy apartment. Does he touch himself in the shower, let the water wash away his spend? Or does he do it late at night or early in the morning when he is still laying in bed clinging to the remnants of sleep? 

You ache. You shut off the stove burner so that you don’t burn your dinner and sit heavily at the kitchen table, phone on the oak in front of you. Bold as can be, you arch up and work your sleep pants off your hips, taking your panties with them. 

One hand pecks at your phone: Just go ahead and give me permission now then, and I’ll do it later after dinner. 

The other hand ghosts between your legs. Even this barest hint of a brush leaves your fingers coming away wet. You feel like you’ve been edging yourself for days with your own thoughts. Brushing the pads of two fingers over your swollen clit, you let out a choked moan that echoes around your tiny kitchen. 

I don’t think so, he says, phone buzzing on the table to get your attention. It has to be in the moment.

Whyyyyyyyyyy, you text, letting out an audible groan. You are so close, and you have barely touched yourself. Your fingers dip into your folds, tracing along the slick, swollen flesh. When you drag the wetness up over your clit, you nearly cum—it takes all your deep breathing exercises and relaxing the twitching muscles in your pelvis to let the pleasure recede. 

Your phone buzzes. 

So I can touch myself and maybe cum with you

Yeah, there’s no holding back anymore. Your body stiffens, a ripple passing over you from head to toe making you flash cold and then so, so hot. Your cunt clenches tight around nothing. 

You just have the foresight to smash keys and ask: 

can i ?,

And he must be sitting there with his phone in one hand (and his other in his pants, perhaps) because he messages back almost straight away: 

Fuck. Go ahead, baby 

It is the weakest, lamest orgasm ever, and it still leaves your legs shaking. Your head drops to rest against the wood of the table while you spasm and clench, emptier than you’ve ever been. It isn’t enough. 

again? you ask. 

Holy shit. That quick? You’re right there again already? 

marc pla, then you have to correct yourself; pls 

Go ahead, he sends. But you see him typing, and so you slow the frantic, messy rubbing of your fingers, edging yourself unconsciously. It is worth the wait: Can’t wait for it to be my fingers that you’re cumming on

Your next peak is stronger, deeper. Your back bows against the dining chair, cunt spasming as you work yourself through the release. You are so empty that you tuck two of your fingers into yourself afterwards, wishing they were thick enough to mistake for Marc’s. 

Sweat clings to your temples. The warmest you’ve been since winter began. Your phone buzzes on the table and your eyes widen at the preview of the text: From Marc 🌙 : Send me a picture of yo…

With your non-dominant hand, you type in your phone’s passcode and read: 

Send me a picture of your messy fingers

Fuck, he’s filthy. You’re filthy—literally, when you work your fingers out of your wet pussy and sneak them from your pants to look at them beneath the fluorescent kitchen lights. 

Your fingertips are fucking pruned. You’re soaked down to the base of your fingers, where they meet your palm.

“Oh God,” you groan. Shaking, you do your best to take a picture with your weaker hand. You send it before you can chicken out. It takes six entire minutes for Marc to message back: good girl.

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[m-ayo-o]

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18+ // alcohol consumption drunken night out with Aki Hayakawa wc 720 selfshiptember; 7

The night begins at a simple but welcoming ramen restaurant, the last thing seared into your brain being the shout of “cheers!!” clinking glasses with everybody around the table.

You order more food, loads more drinks, then head to bars and clubs, finally ending up at some house party with Aki. You can’t find anyone else, so you stick to him like glue, not wanting to get lost in the chaos.

After having your fill of alcohol for the night month, feeling numb from all the dancing, you grab Aki and pull him into the hallway, “can we–” you’re barely audible over the noise, “can we go home!?”

He nods and takes your hand as you stumble to the nearest train station.

You find yourselves turned around in the underground labyrinth, but you hop onto a train eventually, hopefully heading in the right direction.

Both of you near enough slump onto the sunken seats like they’re the most comfortable cushion in the world, your heads lolling to the side, collapsing into each other in your intoxicated state.

“Too much– beer” Aki groans.

“I knowww,” you moan back, “my head’s… spinning”

You grip onto each other when the train starts moving, feeling suddenly startled then bursting into fits of giggles.

But neither of you pull away, only cuddling into each other further during your ride home.

You’re far too drunk to walk, your phone’s dead, so Aki insists that you stay over while drunkenly setting up a camp bed for himself on the floor.

“Aki, Aki, sstop–” you slur out, “I’ll stay– if, if you come sleep in here– with me?” You bargain, frowning at each hiccup that interrupts you.

His expression shifts, looking hesitant, then he climbs up onto his bed and sits next to you.

“Help–” you start trying to lift up your dress, attempting to discard the smoke tinged, beer sodden garment before you sleep, “get this off!” you huff with defeat, your arms flopping down again. It’s just too tight and wet.

Aki sighs and unceremoniously pulls your dress over your head, throwing it away as you’re left in your underwear. He joins you shortly, stripping off his jeans and shirt, climbing in as you pull him in for a cuddle.

You’re just so comfortable with each other– he’s seen you in bikinis and underwear so many times now you’re not even shy.

But you’re starting to feel like you should be when you feel something hard poking between your thighs.

You can’t help but giggle, arching your neck round to give him a snarky comment, but you find his eyes closed. 

The devil hunter is sleeping.

You watch him for a second, admiring his peaceful expression.

Then sleep calls for you as well as you enjoy his warm embrace, feeling thankful for your reliable friend.

You’re awoken in a lightheaded and dreamy state, the unfamiliar bedroom swirling into your vision, suddenly overcome with panic.

Where the fuck am I?

As soon as the thought crosses your mind you already realise you’re at Aki’s, noticing the familiar clock on the wall, his bedsheets… his arm… wrapped around your… naked? waist?

Shit.

You lift the blanket, finding that you’re at least still wearing your thong.

You don’t feel like you had sex.

You’d know if you had sex with Aki… right?

You feel his hand twitching, grabbing at your waist as you shuffle around, agitating him.

“We didn’t.” he mutters against your back and pulls you closer.

A relieved smile washes over your face. Fuck knows what would’ve happened if you and Aki had sex last night. You wouldn’t have used protection, that’s for sure, and you were honestly so drunk one of you would’ve probably ended up injured.

He hears you giggle quietly as you grip onto his arm, staying in bed for a while longer as you both wake up and recount the night slowly.

You have a peaceful morning together, nursing each other’s hangovers, taking turns in the bath, borrowing a spare set of his pyjamas, then heading to the kitchen.

Aki prepares some coffee and breakfast, serving them up at the small wooden table in the living room. You enjoy the simple meal then step out onto the balcony, feeling the breeze and indulging in a sobering cigarette.

selfshiptember 7!!

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