#Milly x Reader

[gamerbot-22]

Trigun Cuddles

Because I am ill and depressed and I would like my blorbos to hold me about it. (Literally I am in the middle of the worst cold of my fucking LIFE right now but I persist. Somehow.)

Also it’s kinda wild that it’s taken me this long to write anything for Trigun considering it’s taken over my life entirely since I finished watching TriStamp a while back? So here's me trying to rectify that.

TW/CWs: Written with no definitive versions of these characters in mind (except Knives/Nai) but my clearest point of reference is TriStamp, probably overly sappy in places because I’m allowed it as a treat, pretty romantic in tone because I’m Normal, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, RQs are open, it’s all under the cut! (If anyone sends me a Trigun request I will kiss you on the mouth /p)

I’m experimenting with layouts, too. What do you guys think?

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Please hold him he has been through so much and he deserves it—

Triple S-Tier fucking cuddler. I will not be convinced otherwise, he’s just the perfect shape for it.

He’ll lay down first and let you move him however you want him so you’re comfy first. Partially does this because of his chronic need to people please and partially because he’s slept in so many weird positions over the years that he genuinely doesn’t mind if it means he gets to hold you.

If you ask, though, his favorite position is any one that makes it easy to put his face against your neck. He just wants to be close.

Being a Plant means he’s, by default, very cool to the touch, I think. Vash is a Well Ventilated King like that—

Also if you let him I think he’ll sneak little kisses sometimes. They never last more than a second or two, but this is what happens when you’re in smoochin’ distance!!

He has dreams most nights, so that means a bit of sleep-talking and mumbling, but if you pet his hair he usually calms down, nuzzling in closer and giving you a little squeeze about it.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Another man who desperately needs a cuddle.

I think he takes a bit more convincing than Vash, though. Like Vash’ll drop everything to give you a hug but Nico is, ironically enough, more of a cat about it. You gotta let him come to you, y’know?

But if you do it’s really nice. He wants to be as close as possible, because he cares a lot and he trusts you, but he’s bad at saying it and this is a good way to make up for all the silence.

He’s strong and you can feel it, but he’s careful. He never crushes you, he's just got you tight so you’re up against his chest all night.

Also this man is a radiator. Blankets are not recommended when cuddling with him because you will wake up in a sea of your own sweat—

He can also be a bit of an asshole about his scruff. He knows it’s rough like the rest of him, but he’s less sorry about it than his calloused hands so guess who’s gonna be on the receiving end of some scratchy-ass nuzzles!!!

He doesn’t sleep-talk, but he does snore, so sometimes you gotta roll him over into a new position to spare yourself the sound.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Augh... Meryl.... Underrated queen...

I feel like cuddling is not that hard of a sell for her, especially since Gunsmoke nights are cold as shit. And it's compounding with Meryl being one of those people with "feel how cold my hands are" circulation.

Probably gonna have to ask people to donate blankets to The Cause, but hey!! You'll be like two caterpillars sharing a cocoon by the end of the night, and isn't that what it's all about?

Also you're probably gonna want to make sure that cocoon is wrapped up tight because Meryl kicks in her sleep. Not hard, I don't think, but you can definitely feel it in any dreams you have--

Thankfully though, she's very quiet. No sleep-talking, no snoring (usually,) just. A Lotta Movement unless you're holding her especially tight.

I think she's very versatile when it comes to cuddling positions, though. Like some nights she wants to be held and then the next night she wants to be the one doing the holding.

And I'm very firmly of the belief that Meryl is the type to pack pjs whenever she goes somewhere. So like, with Vash and Wolfie you're going to have to deal with various states of undress, Meryl has a really cute, soft two-piece set of pjs.

💼 Milly Thompson

That's right!!! She's here too!!! I felt the need to include this sweetheart even though she's probably the main character I know the least about (one day I will finish '98 and Maximum, this I swear--)

Vash and Meryl being Well Ventilated Royalty 🤝 Nico and Milly being Human Shaped Hot Water Bottles--

Unlike Wolfie though, I think Milly is a much more comfortable heat. Like you can still have a light blanket over the two of you and be okay.

Also low-key I think Milly is objectively the best cuddler in this bunch. She came from a family with like a million kids, she's probably very used to sharing a bed while still being comfortable.

Like if you just tell her how you're the most comfortable she has the position down to a science. It's an observed science, but a science nonetheless!!!

If you ask her what she likes, though, the gal just wants to be cradled. She wants to feel precious and protected, damnit!!

Similar to Meryl, I think she has pajamas packed, and hers is this really long, comfy nightgown that feels really nice to hang on to.

🔪 Millions Knives / Nai

No. [Gets up from my desk]

[I am forcibly placed back in front of my computer] Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, look-- I can play in the space, but truly, down to my core, I feel like there is no way in hell Nai would go down for a cuddle on anyone else's terms. Just like. Idk. "Don't cuddle with this knife pervert" or whatever BDG said in that Polygon Mortal Kombat video I love so much.

Vash and Meryl are Well Ventilated. Nai is fucking freezing. Like the only temperature comfortable way to do this is for you to channel the thickest burrito you have ever seen and pray that's enough blankets.

You get. Maybe an arm out of this trade deal. At least at first. He already went out of his way to get you nice blankets, and you want more? In this economy he's trying to run into the ground??? Humans are so selfish! (He is doing all this complaining while hoisting you and your blankets' mass over to his side of whatever horizontal surface you have claimed as a bed--)

Aside from whatever limb he has on you, I just. I don't think he even sleeps. Like it turns more into a Forced Meditation for him where he just lays on his back and stares at the ceiling while you relax/get some z's.

The Weird Space Onesie Stays ON During Sex Cuddles.

Maybe. Maybe. If he likes you enough... You get to spend a cuddle session swaddled up in that spaceman-ass security blanket jacket/hood/whatever-it-is he wears.

[galactiquest]

Trigun x Reader Drabbles: Clothes-Stealing

Anyone else ever thought about taking your partner's clothes, or even having them take your clothes? It's something I've been thinking about for the Trigang for a bit... So here's some little drabbles!

Gender neutral reader--the only things assumed here are that you wear a t-shirt!

Vash the Stampede:

Vash, sweet as he is, isn't keen at first to admit that he's been taking your clothes. Without your permission or knowing. Maybe first it was a pair of gloves, then a handkerchief, and then... One of your shirts went missing. Yep, he's a stealer, alright. The thing is with Vash is that he's so comparatively massive to you (regardless of whether you're tall or short) that your shirts on him either don't fit at all, or look like crop tops. Now, on the inverse? Absolutely. Vash doesn't have a whole lot of shirts that he wears (he's usually in that leather-like gear) but if he does, he squeals a little on the inside if you wear it, because he thinks you look adorable engulfed in his clothing.

Also, he might let you borrow his jacket later on... Or might scoop you up and hold you inside of it. There's room for both of you!

Nicholas D. Wolfwood:

Wolfwood is a guy who would much rather take the "clothes-giver" role in the relationship. He primarily wears his suit getup, so prepare to either embrace the button-up dress shirts or to get his overcoat draped across your shoulders during the cold desert nights. (By the way, yes he does look stunningly handsome without the overcoat.) He's not necessarily preferenced towards wearing your clothes, but he did get caught with one of your shirts on one occasion. He immediately tried to explain it off by saying that his clothes were still in the wash and he needed something clean to wear... But he was definitely smiling about it a bit more than he should have been.

Meryl Stryfe:

As a sort of ground-level girlfriend type, she's oft to take your shirts. Since she's smaller than most, your shirts would probably hang off of her and go past her waist (though those the same size or smaller, she'd still want to take them!). Meryl thinks they're extra comfortable because they've been worn by you, not to mention they smell like you (whether you wear a certain kind of soap, deodorant, cologne, etc. or just have a natural smell) which makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She prefers to steal your stuff while you're changing, taking a shower, or otherwise undressing--she's not particularly sneaky about it. You can't get mad at her, though, because she really does look cute in your shirt, and when she yawns and stretches, it raises above her stomach, and... Well, it's snuggle time.

Milly Thompson:

Pretty similar to Meryl in the sense that she'd prefer to take your clothes rather than the other way around, but she also loves to offer her vest or overcoat to you if you're ever feeling cold or just need an extra layer. Since Milly is larger than most, some of your shirts might not fit her as well, but she looks beautiful as ever, there's no denying that. She loves to play around like this, too, claiming that she's you and she's the cutest partner in the whole wide world. Yes, she is endlessly adorable, and yes, you should keep letting her take your shirts. Even if she takes all of them.

[linkdedruid]

HEY BABE, WHAT SIZE PUSSY YOU HAVE

(Headcanons)

The Trigun Folks and Buying Period Supplies for Their Partner for the First Time

I'd like you to know that I *cackled* when I saw this in my inbox. Sorry it took so longggggg! So, I'm basing this off a mix of TriStamp and Tri98 (only reason not TriMax is bc I haven't read it yet I'm sorryyyyy) Big thank you to @abject-indulgence for helping with Legato (go follow him; he's pretty rad) Dividers by @benkeibear

Livio

he's such a sweetheart he offers to go get more supplies because your cramps are really bad he gets to the store and is very overwhelmed by the range of options he'd just text you to ask which ones you preferred to make sure he gets the right ones he also picks up your favorite dinner while he's out because at least it'll be a nice surprise

Wolfwood

this man runs an orphanage, so he knows what's up you ask him to grab some more when he's running errands he checks with you before he leaves to make sure he gets the right brand, size, etc. he's gonna maybe give you a little funny remark but he's back later that day with the supplies and some of your favorite snacks and he'll give you a uterine massage if your cramps are particularly bad also, he's the world's best heating pad because he runs so warm

Vash

poor, sweet Vash is trying his best he's never really had a partner before and wants to make sure he does everything right so he's doing a store run and notices pads and tampons are on the list doesn't look at the list before he goes and just panics nearly has a breakdown in the aisle because he doesn't know which ones to get he's too nervous to ask you or the employees he ends up getting one of each that he can find because he can't get it wrong if he gets all of them, right

Knives

he's gonna complain like, he's gonna say some crap about how humans are such a pain and a nuisance and he'll make someone else do it he will, however, make sure there's someone keeping an eye on it in future so you never have to ask again but he won't ever admit to it

Roberto

look me in the eye and tell me this man doesn't have this on lock I dare you because you'll be dead wrong this man has been around the block no hesitation just asks which ones you want like it's no big deal to him it's just another part of life

Legato

he's just confused why you're asking him to do it he's not grossed out or upset, just confused like, anybody could go do that and he's got things to do that only he can do anyway, he makes sure it gets done though he just has one of the lower level grunts do it with the threat of an excruciating death if they mess it up

Milly

you never have to ask her to pick up supplies because she's already on top of it like, she knows when anything is running low at home what makes you think she'd be anything less growing up with a big family means making sure there's plenty of household supplies you're actually more likely to have the issue of there not being enough space she always accidentally ends up buying too much

Meryl

she's the one who's gonna forget to supplies honestly she's too busy focusing on everything else to check and so she's doing emergency runs to get something to tide y'all over until she can get to the store to actually get the ones y'all want spoiler: she forgets and the cycle repeats

[lavendarniko]

Vash Wolfwood Meryl Milly x poc!reader (Curly wash day)

For the longest time on your adventures with the Trigun Squad you’ve always ensured to reach a city and book an Inn every Sunday. Today would have been no different except you are exhausted and fed up and do not want to put in the effort to care for your hair. Your body is sore and your muscles ache at the thought of the washing and the products and the styling. You just wanted the day to be over but you couldn’t end it- not yet. You take a room key and hand off the rest to Meryl, already on the verge of tears as you open the door and chuck your travel sack onto a bed. You start to silently cry as you sit on the bed and fish out your hair products.

Vash (the loveliest sunflower 🌻):

Vash went to check on you immediately and the moment Vash steps into the room he already knows. The man simply picks you up and hauls you off into the bathroom even if you protest.

This man is surprisingly -not really since he’s had over a century to learn all sorts of shit- adept at washing through your hair. He does it all with what I call “salon hands” just working it in so well that it’s essentially a scalp massage, that leaves you dozing off. Coming in and out of consciousness to find him finger combing through your curls, ever so lovingly scrunching product into your hair, his every touch so sweet and gentle

You finally start to pay more attention when he takes your hair shirt and gently scrunches your curls mostly dry. He combs the products through your hair. Only to again find yourself surprised as he combs your hair tip to top without you having to even explain it.

The gentle action brings you to tears as he continues to brush your hair. “Jeez, am I really doing that bad a job, (Y/N)?”, he sheepishly asks. You wipe away your tears, “No, I just haven’t- it’s been so long since anyone- No one’s done my hair for me since I was little…”

Now that Vash has prompted you into talking, neither of you can shut up. The two of you cycle through topics as he takes his time to do your hair just like you like it. You’ve never heard him this soft spoken doing any task as he twists and ties off sections of your hair giving it a fun braided off ponytail look to it.

“So how does the front part of your coat work?”, you ask as he finishes up a braid, “If I undo all the buttons will it just flop off?” “No, the collar would stay since it’s actually attached to the coat”, Vash replies as he ties off the braid, “and you’d have to unbutton the waist part too for it to just flop open.” You make a small hum as you thought about it, only to start laughing at the mental image.

Most weeks you and Vash use your wash days to be closer with each other, it just serves as a good way to check on each other and talk with each other. On the rougher weeks it’s such a simple way to help him feel like he’s doing some good. And for you, to help pull him from whatever self-loathing spiral he’s in.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (El Woowoo 🐺):

He doesn’t come to check on you immediately, instead leaving you to stew and cry for a while. When he does finally come to the room you, he finds you shaking as you try to roughly comb through your hair. He takes the comb from your hands with a huff. “Don’t do that. Are you trying to rip your hair out?” He doesn’t pull an answer out of you as you continue to softly gasp and cry.

He acts so annoyed about helping you, huffing and puffing as he helps to comb through your tangled curly hair, but he does find it surprisingly meditative like counting rosary beads.The simple motion of holding a section of hair and combing it through tip to top and once more top to bottom for good measure Wolfwood finds relaxing. (Although if you mention anything about it he’ll simply deny it or not reply at all.)

I don’t think Wolfwood knows how to do much more than braids, plaids (not attached to the scalp braids), and plaid-like twists from his time at the orphanage. He’s not going to ask you what style you want. He’s gonna pick, like it or not.

“Well? You got anything to say?”, he’ll prompt once more. “Thank you, Wolfwood. I owe you at least a lollipop” “Damn right you do”, he says with a tone that’s so teasing and so him. You can’t see him but you hear his smile, “You’re done crying right?” “Yea…” you smile back.

There are times after where Wolfwood will ask if you need help- please tell him yes the man just wants to brush your hair again. He will make you sit between his knees, it secretly makes him feel like he’s at the orphanage doing one of the little one’s hair again.

It's mostly a silent activity. However, depending on how much hair you have he might whine about it. He hates sectioning your hair just to brush it out. Instead he brushes, twists, and ties off the section that he was holding. Don’t expect it to be even sections either. Also RIP to your small rubber bands he’s either breaking them or shooting them across the room. (“It’s not on purpose I swear”)

Meryl (tiniest badass 💗):

When Meryl finally makes it to the room to check on you, you’re a sobbing mess as you try to tackle the disaster that is your hair. She takes your hand and leads you to a chair, taking the comb from your hands. She gathers your products and hair supplies and places them on the table.

This might come as a shock, but Meryl doesn’t know the basics of hair care besides you have to brush it and wash it. So you do have to instruct Meryl through it all. But she learns quickly

You have to tell her how certain products work and in what order to put them in but she does it all with the cutest expression (one i think she would have accidentally gotten from Milly) where she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she tries her best to absorb the information.

When Meryl gets to brush your hair she goes top to bottom, but stops immediately when you wince in pain. She apologizes so quickly, “Jeez (Y/N) I see why you were crying. This does seem like a lot”

You and Meryl make merry as you chat about the various hairstyles you’ve had over your lifetime. “I used to have long hair before I joined the Bernardelli Insurance society” “Really?”, you exclaim. “Yeah, but it was a hassle. I’ve got no clue how Milly deals with it.” “You know…”, you trail off, “I can’t imagine you or Milly looking any different than you do now.” “No?” You start to shake your head then stop, “No, short hair really suits you Meryl” She laughs and it makes your heart race, her laugh is everything to you. The sound really brightens up your day. You begin to slouch as she takes her time to really try and brush your hair through in a way that won’t hurt you or rip your hair.

Meryl doesn’t do your hair often, but she does take the time to sit with you as you do your hair. Slowly, she learns how to do your hair until she’s one day comfortable enough to do it for you. You thank her every time and find it the perfect excuse to be close to her before you're ready to reveal just how in love with her you really are.

Milly (My beloved ❣️):

Milly goes to find you immediately. As soon as she’s given the key she leaves to check on you. She could see it on your face long before you all arrived into town. Milly has been trying her best, offering more hugs, and even offering a share of her pudding (my angel) so it breaks her heart when she sees you crying as you pull out all your hair products from your bag.

Milly forces (politely asks) you to get into the bath and let her handle it. She takes care of stripping your clothes and running the bath. She takes care to scrub you down of the desert sand, her every action done with care.

She doesn’t really know how to care for your hair type but she takes the time to read instructions on the bottles, washing your hair thoroughly and sweetly rinsing it outgoing ever so careful as to not let it sting your eyes. Any bottles without instructions she simply asks you how to use it or how much to use.

“(Y/n)”, she asks as she holds up the bottle, “How much do you need?” You look back at her bleary eyed as you respond, “I use just enough to fill my palm, sometimes a little less…” “Oh (Y?n), don’t fall asleep yet”, she scrubs your scalp with the shampoo, “I don’t know much of the conditioner I should be using.” You just smile at her, Milly is too sweet for you to resist hugging with your wet body. It makes her squeal as it soaks her clothes.

After Milly dries you and herself she carefully picks up and reads through the other bottles and jars of your hair products. She picks up a moisturizing jar and you watch her carefully read the label as you sit on a chair. She gets a large dollop and begins to foam it up between her hands. Then, to your surprise, she finger-combs it through your hair. “Wow (Y/n) this smells so sweet, and it looks just like pudding!” It draws a laugh out of you.

I would say Milly definitely knows how to brush your hair. Her long hair has a tendency to get knots and snags after a night’s sleep. So she sections it off and brushes your hair tip to root with a gentle touch. She would probably braid it off after she’s done with that particular section. If you always wear it in a particular way, she’ll have you walk her through it. If you put fun decorations in it she’ll ask to use them in your hair. Overall it becomes a fun way to include Milly into your self-care day. You find yourself including her more and more, allowing her to play and style with your hair more often than you do.

[chris-continues]

Yo Yo! I'm cashing in on my request as I start brainstorming your uncanny boy. Can I get uhhhhhhh.......

Your favorite Trigun characters and how they'd react to tsundere reader? Very much likes them but would die before admitting it.

Tee, and if I may, hee.

✌🏻

Ohohoho my favs you’ll tell which ones they are LMAO

Vash

- Slow, and if I may, burn. Even if you were more vocal about your feelings, he would be in denial that you like him, and even if he did pick up on it… he truly believes he doesn’t deserve you. That he deserves to seek penance for the rest of his days.

-Fleeting, accidental touches as you both pull away quickly… although you linger a bit longer than needed.

-Wolfwood and Roberto will tease you both. Hell, sometimes Meryl even joins in. You both adamantly refuse, of course not, you couldn’t like Vash. At all. Ever. With his winning smile, and kind eyes, and sweet demeanor, and..

-It’s so bad. Like incredibly bad. The mutual pining is actually insane. Either you guys get inebriated or confess, or some third party has to make something happen, because it’s honestly painful to watch.

Wolfwood

-This guy? Biggest fucking tease on No Man’s Land. He pushes anyone’s buttons, regardless. But especially if it’s you, constantly having some witty remark or retort saved just for you.

-If you banter back with him, that’s cute. If you huff and turn away shyly, that’s also cute. Honestly, you’re just really cute.

-Your tsundere behavior is endearing, in his eyes. If he notices, he’ll make sure to lean in real close when talking to you, before saying something insulting or stupid with a shit eating grin. He knows what he’s doing.

Livio

-I do think if you took the refusal part about your feelings a bit far he may feel hurt.

-He’s a flustered mess when it comes to you (same as you)

-He’d be a bit in denial about his feelings for you- you don’t deserve someone like him, after all. He could hurt you! And you’re so soft, and sweet, and-

-…he really wants you. Such a softie.

-Like Vash, you’ll probably need a third party to come in and make something happen. He’s willing to let you go in fear of hurting you (like Vash).

Roberto

-This old man?? Yeah, he knows. Easy. You being into him doesn’t effect him in the slightest, sleazy grin on his face. He’s willing to wait for you to confess on your own terms, having already heavily hinted at his attraction towards you.

-This isn’t his first rodeo, and he can play the long game. Pretend he doesn’t have an effect on you when he carelessly reaches across you- oh no, he was just opening the glovebox. Why’re you so red? Too hot out for you? Pfft.

-He has fun with it, lazy grin on his lips. He’s like Wolfwood, but worse.

Milly

-She’s incredibly oblivious. Meryl probably points out your attraction for her and she goes: “really?? I couldn’t tell!” Even if it was extremely obvious.

-She’s a very affectionate person, so most of your interactions end up with you, a blubbering mess, and her, with flowers all around in blissful ignorance.

Meryl

-she’s also a tsundere bro LMAOOO what do you think

-You’re both in such heavy denial, flushing at the slightest of contact or the slightest implication that you’re together. What do you mean?? Of course not!! Haha…

-It takes awhile for you both to get together. You’re probably intoxicated, or someone blurts it out, etc.

[idk-man220]

HELLLOOOOOOO Trigun fans!! Anyone have any ideas for fanfics plots they’d like to see??

- Gender Neutral pronouns will be used!

- Feel free to suggest ANY character from the series! (Still watching the OG Trigun though)

- I also don’t mind trying my shot at smut so ask away ((NO MINORS PLEASE))

- I’ll also try to stick to 3k+ words at minimum for each fic!

(I’ve been wanting to get into writing wayy more so this gives me an excuse to actually write 🫡)

[fruitsoxs]

I just noticed you have nothing on your master list for Milly and I must change that. Can I get some headcanons for Milly and a "baker reader" whose shop Milly loves to frequent? :3 I love your work sm

-@millionsvash

i had to do this immediately because milly is so ... my biggest crush fr <3

warnings; none!

You own a tiny little shop with some of the world’s best and most unique baked goods.

It’s small but homey, and always smells faintly of freshly baked treats

It doesn’t get a lot of customers, but you have a few loyal people who wander in regularly 

One of those customers just happens to be the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.

Tall, cheerful, and super friendly. 

She always comes in with a cheerful smile on her face and a happy “hello!”

She is always ordering a different treat to  try each of your creations

You have basically fallen for this stranger without even properly knowing her

A few of your workers have started making fun of you for how you seem to blush and stutter the moment she enters the building

She’s just so pretty and so sweet

Every time she comes in she make sure to ask how you’re doing, and when she leaves she waves goodbye and tells you to have an amazing day 

Milly absolutely loves your little shop. She thinks the atmosphere is so nice, and you bake the most delicious baked goods

She comes in whenever she has a rough day 

Seeing the cute owner of the shop always seems to cheer her up 

She loves the way your cheeks grow all pink when she walks in 

It’s adorable!

She also has noticed that whenever you’re working the register you tend to give her a discount and add in a few extra treats . (You are the wonder- it only hurts you)

You are pretty inventive with your baked goods, and after a little while you start giving her samples to see if she thinks they taste good

She’s brutally honest 

But you appreciate it 

One day she brings Meryl in with her, just to show her friend the cute bakery that she stumbled upon and now frequents 

Meryl sees through you so fast and it scares you

She stares you down as you take their order

They sit at Milly’s usual table by the window and chat over their treats. 

As they leave Milly gives you a little wave and you run over to give her a new treat you just came up with. You also give one to Meryl to be nice

Milly absolutely loves it, and you promise that it will be one of the main things you sell from now on. You even offer to name it after her

As they leave Meryl is like “wow that baker is lin love with you.”

And Milly is like ??? oh my god ?? Because she didn’t see it before. She just thought you were shy and nice- 

After that she stays to talk to you for longer

Sometimes she stays so long that she walks you home after the shop closes

You really get to know her and it just solidifies the fact you’re in love

She already thought you were cute, and after getting to know you she can safely say you’re someone she could see herself with

A kiss happens eventually. 

After hours when the shop is closed, she’s helping you clean up and it just … happens

It’s that kind of kiss that starts off so sweet, and builds into something  passionate and memorable

After that, she comes in a lot more

[millyondollarbaby]

Loser Stalker Yandere

(He’s a fucking loser but he’s hot and down bad. And a total virgin.)

You didn’t expect to fuck him.

He’s a little too quiet. A little too intense. The guy who watches you like you invented the color red. Always hovering at the edges of rooms, starving. Your voice makes him flinch. Your body makes him twitch.

You noticed it—how he always seemed to know your schedule before you did. How he’d bump into you too often.

You weren’t supposed to say yes.

But tonight? You were bored.

Curious. Cruel.

You whispered: “Fine. Let’s see if you’re as desperate as you look.”

And now?

You’re between his legs. Back against his chest. Your thighs spread. His hands all over you. His breath is already ragged. You haven’t even touched him.

He’s got one hand sliding between your thighs, the other palming your breast like he doesn’t know whether to squeeze or sob. You feel the tremble in his fingers—the awe, the disbelief.

His thumb finds your clit and he gasps. You’re soaked. For him.

“Oh my god,” he whispers into your neck. “You’re really letting me—fuck—you’re actually—” He cuts off with a choked moan, his lips dragging over your skin, his teeth scraping your shoulder like he wants to bite, but doesn’t dare.

He rubs you with shaky, frantic circles. Clumsy, but desperate. Desperate to please you. To make you cum. To make it count.

“You’re so soft—so warm—so wet, holy fuck-I’ve thought about this every night since I first saw you. I know your scent. I fucking know the way your heels sound in the hallway—”

You arch your back, lips parting. He moans—like you’re hurting him just by existing.

“You let me touch you… You don’t know what that does to me, Bunny. I’d kill someone if they even looked at this pussy now. You understand that?”

He’s rubbing harder now, his breath catching every time your hips twitch. His other hand slides down to your stomach, pressing you back into his lap so you feel how hard he is.

“You can’t leave after this. I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

You cum hard.

Harder than you meant to. Harder than you should, considering the freak behind you.

Your head falls back on his shoulder.

Your whole body tenses—legs shaking, clit throbbing against his fingers as you grind against his palm. You cry out. And he moans with you. Louder. Needier. Like your orgasm is his.

“Yes. Yes—fuck—thank you. Thank you for letting me. Thank you—thank you—thank you—*”

He’s crying. Literally. Holding you like you’re a fever dream and the second he lets go, you’ll disappear.

“I can die now,” he whispers.

“Or I can kill for you. Just say the word.”

[sturniluvr]

your camera roll dating Pedro Pascal

[6gumi]

“ inexperienced ” my ass !

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“i’m not that experienced, baby . . . so don’t expect much.”

. . . such a liar he was. you knew your boyfriend was a liar . . . but you never knew he was this much of a liar! your lashes fluttered, mouth hung open at the feel of his wet tongue along your cunt. he peeled your clothes away, baring your body to him completely. the sight of you, naked and glistening with sweat, left him utterly breathless. he needed to see you writhe beneath him, to hear the sweet music of your passion. your boyfriend’s breath hitched, the temptation was almost too much for him to bear. his calloused hands reached up to take one of your breasts in his grip, giving it a gentle squeeze. a soft moan escaped your throat, your soft flesh filling his grasp. his other hand traveled up your waist, moving around to cup your other breast. his fingers teased your nipple, rubbing in a circle before flicking it lightly.

you could feel his gaze on you . . . his eyes darkened as he whispered against your breast, "let’s get your pussy all nice and wet." leaning forward, his lips planted smooth kisses along your midriff . . . trailing even lower than before. his tongue snaked out, swirling around your clothed pussy. “h—hey . . .” you murmured, the tips of your fingers digging against his scalp. he hiked your skirt up against your waist, revealing your ass to him completely, the lace of your panties was the only barrier between his mouth and the sweet nectar he craved. he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your undergarments . . . sliding the fabric down to your knees. “make sure to use your pretty mouth and tell me when to stop . . kay?” shit, he could feel himself growing hard at just the thought of getting his hands on your luscious body. “because . . i think i’ll be too focused on how much you taste to even stop myself.”

your boyfriend settles to his knees, his cock straining against his pants. he licks his lips, teasing the soft flesh of your pussy before diving in. his tongue darts inside, circling your clit once. twice. he moans, his voice muffled by your cunt. he’s loving every second already, feeling your warmth enveloping his tongue. the larger male slid two fingers inside, his thumb pressing against your bud . . . setting a steady rhythm, working them with skill. he’s tasting nothing but his beloved’s delicious flavor, and he’s enjoying every second of it. “you . . . ah!—said you were inexperienced . .” he gazed up at you, those sweet eyes of yours were going to send him to the moon . . while his were sharp; and serious . . . as if daring you to deny him, to tell him no more, to push him away. but he knows you wouldn’t want him to stop, no . . not one bit. "i am.” “th-then why—mmh! you’re a liar, a big fat liar !”

“mhm . . say whatever you want.“ he purrs, his voice filled with wanton desire and smugness. his wet muscle teased around your wet folds, tracing a path as he ate you out like a starved man . . the way he moved his tongue against you felt good, almost too good for someone who was “inexperienced”. blush covered your entire face . . indicating just how embarrassed you were. the way he licked and sucked at your cunt drove you crazy. your boyfriend gave you a soft hum, feeling your body react to the gentle touch, the muscles in your thighs clenching. “so sensitive," he whispered, his expression a mix of pride and amusement, a hand gently stroking the side of your face. "—yet such a good girl. you’re taking this quite well.” his lips curled up into a devious grin, the sight of his pretty girl being weakened by his ministrations was only fuelling his fire. he revelled in that power, enjoying the ability to make you quiver and squirm. "you still good, baby?" he asked, amused, his hands moving in tandem with his tongue. he hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. just seeing your legs tremble so much . . . he already knew he was doing a good job, he could even feel the wetness coating his face, and he lapped it up hungrily, craving more.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “my darling girl with such a sweet pretty pussy . .” his tone was firm but filled with a promise of more pleasure to come; he wanted you to experience every inch of ecstasy he could give you. your boyfriend’s fingers slipped between your wet folds, desperate to get another reaction from you . . the constant sounds of slurping and sucking filled your ears, it almost felt wrong to listen to how well he was licking you up “such a liar . . . . hng. you were experienced all along!” his grin faltered for a moment as he heard the desperation in your voice, chuckling at your fucked-out expression. “you’ve got it all wrong,” he whispered, his voice rough. “i’m only learning . . . i’ll get better, ‘promise.”

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[soldiersgirl]

— 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲/𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 .ᐟ

summary — the people's princess and the people's prince, that's what you were promised. the reality? he was the best worst thing to happen to you, yet.

cw — supe!fem!reader x soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it), spit kink, teasing, corruption kink (kinda), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, name calling (slut, whore, princess, baby, sweetheart, angel), degradation, cursing, edging, riding, drugs, drinking, mentions of manipulation blackmail, mean & soft ben.

word count — 3,844 words

you were laying there, in the haze of the moment, trying to remember a time before him, before all the chaos and turmoil. life had been calm, somewhat boring, but tolerable before being head-hunted by vought. life in a rural, suburban town had its perks; you knew everyone and everyone trusted you despite your... curse, as you called it; "powers" by everyone else.

they weren't super powers, they weren't a gift. it was a curse set upon you; the responsibility too big to bear for only a little girl when they first showed up. the mind reading and mind control. touching your mum's hand in comfort and seeing her whole life flash before your eyes; her thoughts, her wants, her sins. the same with your father.

you hadn't, willingly, let anyone touch you for 20 years, not up until you were thrusted into the spotlight and ben's experienced hands.

he had crushed the bennies with the bottom of his hunting knife on the edge of his bedside table before lining up the fine powder over the valley of your bare breasts. he couldn't coerce you into taking them with him like he wanted, so he had to resort to taking them off you instead. you lay with bated breath as he chuckles to himself before snorting the drug, his nose dragging over your full breasts; his hands cupping them softly to make sure you keep still. unlike last time, when you fucking spilled the powder all over and he had to lick it off of you like a dog, lapping at his water-bowl. you can't help but admire his hardened features as he pinches his nose and rests his head on your breast, feeling the full effect of the drugs.

the freckles that dance over his nose, his moss green eyes and the gentle wrinkles surrounding them, his plush rose lips, that both spit venom and whisper honeyed words.

for as long as you can remember, no one touched your bare skin unless it was arranged and paid for, by your parents. while you were still young and impressionable, they talked you into "using your powers for good". people paid you, or rather your parents, to make you control them, "help" them. help addicts drop their addiction, no matter what it may be. help people work harder, better to get that promotion. help politicians get votes, get laws passed. help people fall in and out of love. no matter what it was, it had a price and many were desperate enough to pay it. it was a vicious, endless cycle but you were seen as a selfless saviour to those in need.

which is exactly why vought wanted you, needed you. some recent controversies and mild scandals had landed payback in hot water with the board members and pr team. allegations of drug use, violent bar fights, bribing, sex. you name it and the members of payback had probably done it. and here you came in, to save their name and reputation.

the crowd cheered as you stumbled onto the stage, the board members sitting front row looking pleased with themselves and payback sneering behind you, their eyes silently warning you; threatening. your hair had been curled and styled to perfection and you had been forced into a, somewhat, modest lilac suit that hugged each curve deliciously; if you asked soldier boy. along with matching gloves to keep you from accidentally reading someone's mind.

it was a fear that you carried with you at all times. with just a brush or graze of your hands against theirs; all their deep, dark secrets spilled and exposed. no matter what or how much you saw, you kept it all tightly locked up and pushed deep down so that it would never spill over the surface. you could barely live with yourself anyway, but it wasn't your place to ruin others lives in return.

"mystara!" the host announced as he slipped his arms around your shoulder and shook you as you forced a smile. "small town girl coming to big town new york! us, at vought, are delighted to announce that she'll be joining your favourite team, paybaaaack!" he pointed back at the vexed members who all plastered on fake smiles, similar to yours. they all waved ceremoniously, arrogantly to the crowd. soldier boy swaggered forward, pushed the host back to replace his arm around your shoulder and grabbed the mic from the host with a smirk.

"we are more than thrilled to have such a beautiful addition to our team. especially as she is my new girlfriend!" he said through gritted teeth. vought had worked hard to ensure that the marketing was in place. pairing you and soldier boy would only increase numbers. the soft-spoken mind-reader with the brutish, rough killer? it was almost too good and too easy. "we can't wait to work with her and make her a valued member of the team. ain't that right, sweetheart?" he turned and your eyes finally met. you could barely manage to keep the eye contact, his eyes demanding your attention as he held the microphone to your quivering lips. all you could hear was crimson countess scoffing behind the pair of you.

"thank you, s-soldier boy. i am so pleased to be here, so excited for this opportunity. i owe this to my parents, stan edgar and most importantly you, b-babe." you stuttered through your PR approved speech. soldier boy planted an unexpected kiss on your cheek before hissing in your ear.

"if you ever use any of your fuckin' tricks on me, i'll destroy your fuckin' pathetic, little life. you got that, sweetheart?" all you could do was stand frozen and just nod. "atta girl." he laughs and gives your ass a small pat.

"if only they could see you now, baby, hmm?" ben sighs as he pepper kisses across your breasts, his tongue poking out and flicking at your hardened nipple, chuckling as you squirm. "not so sweet and innocent as you would have them all believe." he hums as he sucks at one nipple and pinches the other, whilst whimpers fall past your bitten lips. "who knew you could be such a whore? such a sweet, obedient whore for me..." he groans as he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses down your heaving chest and tensed stomach.

"you're so mean." you huff in protest, arching your back to feel his lips better against your supple skin.

"shut the fuck up, you love it." he scoffs, swiping his fingers through your folds and admiring the slick that adorns his fingers. "look how fucking wet you are and i've barely even touched you." his eyes sparkle as he brings his fingers to your mouth, inviting you to taste. your defiance isn't appreciated and he roughly grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open and stuffing his fingers against the pad of your tongue. "fuuuck, sweetheart." his voice filled with adoration as you wildly suck and run your tongue over his fingers.

he knew he destroyed everything he touched, but he just couldn't keep his hands off of you. since he first saw you, he just knew that you were the one for him. underneath your innocent eyes and soft-spoken nature, you were hungry for acceptance; for someone to love you for you and not fear you. a feeling he mirrored and knew all too well.

he pulled back his hand, a string of saliva connecting his digits to your panting mouth. he slightly slaps your clit with his spit-covered fingers, messily running them back and forth over your most sensitive spot, relishing in your pleading.

"ben, ben- please, oh fuck-" you beg, as your hands pull and tug on the cotton sheets beneath you. it only ignites ben's excitement as he roughly spits on your pussy before dragging up pointed tongue up through your folds and settling on your tortured clit. he hungrily devours you as he wraps his toned arms around your thighs and tries, but fails, to keep you still as you feverishly buck your hips against his gifted tongue.

"god, you're so fuckin' needy, aren't you? always fuckin' beggin' and pleading for me." he mumbles against your folds, his tongue still working to pull the first orgasm out of you. "you're just my lil needy princess, aren't you? does my princess want to cum on soldier boy's tongue?" you can only squeeze your eyes shut and nod as your senses are overwhelmed. "look at me." another slap against your pussy. "look. at. me." ben demands. his eyes could burn a whole through yours with the intensity of his gaze as you start to lose control and cum all over his tongue. he loosens his grip on you and let you grind your pussy against his tongue, as he smirks and savours your taste coating his tongue.

ben wastes no time climbing on top of you, smashing his lips onto yours and your tongues intertwining with one another. to your surprise, he pauses to rest his forehead against yours and stroke your cheek.

it took you weeks to settle into your room and role at payback, no one took you seriously but simultaneously they feared you. dodged you when you got too close, afraid of what you would see, of what you would think of them. ironically, you didn't care enough to want to know their secrets and regrets, you could barely carry those you already had tried to forget.

but what you had forgotten is that your life wasn't yours to control. you were nothing but a puppet to the company that had threatened to "send you away" if you didn't comply.

you would pose as a secretary during vought meetings with a wig and all, shaking hands with international elected officials and relaying the information to vought management for extortion and blackmail purposes. influencing presidents, CEOs, and industry moguls to strategically invest in vought and help pass supe-positive laws to allow more human testing and production of compound v. anything to make vought more money.

however, it didn't stop there. the more power-hungry vought got, the more you were pushed around and forced to go against your morals. over the past several weeks, you had been sneaking into the payback member's individual rooms to gain intel and to make them more... complacent to voughts ideas and suggestions. but when it came to soldier boy, you flat-out refused. no matter how much you screamed and shouted at your managers, your worries were pushed aside.

that's how you found yourself sneaking into his room against your own will and better judgement. he looked so vulnerable when he slept, his brows furrowed only slightly and his hair swept beautifully across his hardened features. you're not sure how long you just stood there and just admired him, wanting nothing more than to just reach out and touch...

what you hadn't known that night, was that soldier boy was wide awake. he wasn't surprised; he knew why you were there and what vought was up to. but what surprised him was that you just left, without using your powers on him like he had expected and defying vought.

he thought about you for days until one evening, he thought it was finally time to confront you, to get some fucking answers. it was just after midnight and all the members had gone to bed after some heavy drinking and drug-taking in the payback conference room; everyone except you. you were never invited and never expected and that suited you just fine. you had witnessed how that shit could destroy lives too many times to count and you heeded the warnings. three loud knocks rapped at your door pulling you out of your thoughts. you sat your book down, instinctively pulled on your gloves, padded over barefoot and opened your door.

"s-soldier boy." you gasped. he looked down at you with a sneer, his brows in a deep frown and his soft, unstyled hair falling just in front of his analysing eyes. he simply grunted as he looked you over; no makeup, messy hair, pink pyjama set and your fuckin' gloves. he silently pushed past you and walked into your bedroom, leaving you frozen and confused at your door. you quickly closed the door and turned to the contrasting, intimidating figure in your girly bedroom. like a western stand-off, you both stood and just watched one another, waiting to see who'd break first.

"why?" he barked at you, making you flinch.

"why what, sir?" you asked carefully.

"don't give me that sir bullshit." he snorted. "do you think i'm fucking stupid, huh? why didn't you touch me that night with your freaky-ass powers? i know you're doing it to all the others, by the way. i've seen how you sneak in and out of their rooms, how they're suddenly acting different and think everythin' vought does is just revolutionary. i see you." with each sentence, he makes his way over to you right until he's towering over you. you feel like a wounded animal at the end of a hunter's gun, silently begging for freedom.

"i- i couldn't. i was afraid of what i'll see. afraid of how you would react if you worked it out. afraid of you." you quietly admit, deciding it's better to be truthful and once you started, it was hard to stop.

"but what if i wanted you to see?" he muttered in response.

he had pushed and folded your legs tightly against your chest as he mercilessly pounded his thick cock into you, with one hand wrapped tightly around your dainty throat and the other grabbing your thigh to stabilise himself. the only sounds filling the room were your hushed begging and ben whispering the most foul words into your ear as you came undone under him.

"god, please- ben, im so close, please.." you begged endlessly and breathlessly as his grip on your throat tightens.

"always so fuckin' tight, princess. god, you're so cock-hungry, it just keeps suckin' me in. fuck." he groans as his stubble rubs against your ear. his hips snap ruthlessly against yours, your gummy walls contracting and clamping around him. "d'you wanna come, baby? gonna cum all over my cock, like the slut you are?" as your eyes roll into your head, you somehow manage to nod and let out a weak "yes, please...". his teeth nipped and tugged on your ears before travelling down and leaving sloppy kisses all down your neck before biting down on your shoulder. marking your silky skin and watching with glee as the teeth marks decorate your skin as a reminder of who you belong to.

he pealed himself away to gaze softly down at you and your completely fucked-out state. god, he was convinced that he would never grow tired of this sight, which is why he immediately stopped, leaving you high and dry. tears threaten to form and roll down your reddened cheeks as you stare at him, mouth agape and band right about to snap.

"my sweet angel, i'm not done with you yet." he hums as turns you over onto all fours and slowly starts to thrust again as he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, starting the torturous process all over again.

he had grabbed your wrist and slipped off your glove as you fought and yelled in protest. this is the last thing you wanted. you weren't ready to face the horrors that his psyche hid. but he wanted to give you the full truth so he could pour some out and share the in the guilt you carried, together.

"stop!" you yell out. "no, fuck! don't, plea-" his fingers had intertwined with yours and everything flashed before your eyes like a bomb had gone off behind your eyes.

his abusive father, his distant mother, his trauma-filled boarding school days, injecting the compound v and the pain that followed. all the fake pr stunts; normandy beach, ww2, helping the soldiers. the drugs, the women, the drinking. killing, murders, bodies beaten to a pulp. the desperate need for approval, for acceptance, for something real. like you, his life was no longer his and he feared the worst. the last thing that appeared in front of your eyes was as clear as day: his dirty, unfiltered thoughts of you.

you wrenched your hand from his grip and staggered back, your mind a whirlwind.

"don't ever fucking do that again." your chest heaved with anger. "you don't have the fucking right to do that! no matter who you are!" you snatched back your glove and put it on.

"did you see it all?" he asked calmly. not what you expected.

"i saw everything." you nod.

"... and?"

suddenly, the towering figure in front of you had transformed into the young boy who yearned for love and understanding. he had never wanted to be feared but it was wired into his new dna and he couldn't shake it no matter how much he wanted to. you couldn't help but soften up and almost... pity him.

"and i see you." you repeat his earlier words back to him. he lets out a loud sigh and runs a hand over his rugged face. "i- i had no idea. about everything. i'm sorry." ben scoffs in response.

"i don't need your fucking sympathy. i just needed you to know that..." he hesitated. "i understand and i'm not afraid of you. you shouldn't be afraid of me. i don't want you to be." he edges closer to you, grabbing the tips of your gloves and slowly sliding them off, his eyes never leaving yours. he held your hands in his as if they were porcelain, bringing one up and kissing one of your fingertips to show the depth of his words. "our hands are weapons used against our will. but together, you and me, we can resurrect something beautiful."

"ben." you gasp, all of this unexpected.

"you know i want this. my dirty thoughts of you, they were never mine to keep." he sighed before leaning down, ever so slightly, and brushing his lips against yours. you grab the back of his neck and bring his lips to yours in a heated clash of tongues and teeth. you knew he was going to wreck you, but you wanted nothing more than to give in and seek comfort in your american psycho.

that's how you ended up here; riding ben like your life depended on it. your tight walls hugging bens cock like your pussy was made for him and his hands fitting perfectly on your hips as he guided you. he swallowed your loud moans as your lips tangled together and your tongues intertwined. his hips bucking up to match your frenzied tempo as you lost yourself in the sensation of being completely filled by him. he threads his finger through your hair and tugs on it, yanking your head back, making you yelp and hiss in pain.

"i love the way you hurt me." you rasp out in between rough thrusts and playful bites across your chest; the harsh purple bruises a contrast to your delicate nature. ben grins against your neck as he reaches around and slaps your ass with a groan.

"god, i have really fucked you up, haven't i? my baby, so fuckin' dirty." he chuckles as he leans back and folds his arms behind his head to watch the show you're putting on for him. "show me how much you fuckin' need me and i might let you come on my cock." you claw at his chest with your lilac nails, that match your supe-suit, as you grind down onto him with full force. the sweat cascading down your back and slick covering ben's thick thighs.

that was a pro and con of being supes; you could fuck for hours, but you could also get fucked for hours without room for a breather. you were sure that ben had fucked you stupid after edging you on for what felt like hours as he rides his bennie-filled high and gets to see how you fall apart under him.

"you know that only good sluts get to come on my cock, don't you?" he laughs as you notice your pace slacking, your body soon couldn't take anymore. he forcefully grabs your jaw; his pupils completely blown leaving only a ring of bright green around them. he taps your lips and you open them with a second thought, something that he programmed into you. he spits into your mouth and watches adoringly as you roll it around in your mouth before swallowing it and resuming your previous frenzied pace. his rough hands grab your hips, squeezing your supple skin as he fucks his cock deeper into you. within seconds, you're finally coming all over him as you curse and pant his name like a prayer.

"fuck- nggh, oh my fucking god, ben.. ben, ben!" you shout as he comes with you; the feeling of being filled with him was like no other. he lazily thrusts into you whilst carefully laying you on your back and adorning your face with soft kisses and whispered "good girl"'s. you share one final, deep kiss; filled with unsaid emotions and promises to one another before he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.

two misplaced puzzle pieces, finally belonging and forming a picture no one else could see.

you weren't sure who affected who more. you had been introduced to the world of desire and sin by ben; he was your first everything and he revelled in that fact. knowing no one had heard or seen you the way he does, fuck. it was like a whole new drug and it's potency was almost deadly. you had gotten more calculated, with his encouragement, and were using your powers for your own good and not just at the behest of whoever held your leash. you confronted your parents and had cut off the contact, although the damage was done. you were still the people's soft princess to the adoring crowds, but you had evolved into something more sinister; more selfish. and nothing could get in your way now.

in comparison, ben had gotten calmer. he didn't throw himself into women, drinking and drugs like before, only occasionally dabbling in taking a hit or two of whatever he had lying around. men like him is what love destroys and his harsh outer layer was slowly eroding. his vicious appetite for destruction and violence needed less feeding and attention. his sole purpose was to protect you and ensure that you both would never be denied the happiness he knew you deserved. he considered what was better; to be feared or to be loved. but he had come to the conclusion that "one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be feared than loved."

thanks to you, he had both.

a/n: WELL. i hope you like this one too guys; it was so much fun to write and rather self-indulgent. i'm considering ACTUALLY make this fic a series, i love their dynamic. this was based on another favourite song of mine that immediately makes me think of the loml, ben, when i hear it <3 long live fall out boy

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[gamerbot-22]

Spending Valentine's Day with the Trigang!

GIF by the-princess-cinnamon

TW/CW: Written with a combination of traits from across Trigun versions, written with the idea that they and reader are in a relationship (separately), lots of pet names!!! (Mayfly, Angel, Honey, Sweetheart), I am aiming to make y'all's teeth rot on how sweet these are, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters Included: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives/Nai

Recommended Listening: my love, mine all mine . a short playlist

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you all are having a wonderful day, whether you have a partner to spend it with, a friend, or just your lovely self <3

Likes and Reblogs appreciated (reblogs > likes) and Requests are Open! It’s all under the cut!

Dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

GIF by kvroko

He is the most lovesick man in the world on this day, let me tell you.

You wake up and see him in bed next to you just absolutely whipped. He wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles in close and his first words are "Happy Valentine's, Mayfly..." before just drowning you in kisses.

Originally the plan was he would get up and make you breakfast in bed but he got all caught up in being close to you. So you're making breakfast together! It turns out nice, even if you two struggle to get it right.

There's not really flowers on Gunsmoke, but he knows what they look like. So you get a drawing of all sorts of flowers, with meanings only half-remembered from books he used to pour over as a kid.

If you got him anything it takes all of his effort not to fall apart on you. (Please get him something sweet, he deserves it!!)

He wants to take you dancing so baaaad. Like serious bad. There is nothing he loves more than getting to just be close to you and spin you around.

Vash spends all day trying to find a place to take you dancing, but it's a little hard to do that when you're an outlaw and an outlaw's partner. The effort is there but it just doesn't pan out.

But you know? There's something special about slow dancing with Vash by the fire out in the desert while he hums a song to you under the stars <333

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

GIF by mine-loves

I don't think Valentine's Day had been on his radar in a very very long time, so it's probably either day of or immediately upon waking up where he realizes "Oh shit, I need to do something--"

You're about halfway through the morning thinking that you're not getting anything from him when he nearly goes ass over teakettle rushing over to you. He has a half-crushed box of sweets in one hand and a bottle of something bubbly in the other and the most embarrassed look on his face.

He mumbles out a "Sorry, Angel, I almost forgot--" and holds both gifts out to you with his head bowed, like a shy kid or a nervous dog. But you take them in your hands and give him a kiss on the cheek and he doesn't feel as bad.

You two end up sharing, and while the sweets and drinks might be cheap, the time isn't. Hell, maybe you two even end up feeding each other like those sappy couples in those newspaper ads.

He's not a man of flowery words, but he did learn a lot about the saints as a kid. I don't think Wolfwood would frame it as a gift or anything, but when there's a quiet moment he tells you the story of St. Valentine if you're willing to listen.

"He used to perform weddin's for people 'n secret," he tells you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders. "People weren't too big on the Man Upstairs back in the day, so what he was doin' was pretty dangerous. Didn't stop him, though. Or the people he married."

Then he turns his head away from you to save some face. He doesn't want to put too many ideas in either of your heads, but... the idea is kinda nice. For the future.

Once he gets past the nerves though, you get all the kisses you could want. From the crown of your head to your eyelids to your cheeks to your lips. He has a new favorite holiday <333

📸 Meryl Stryfe

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"Ah, honey! My birthday was yesterday! You already got me a gift; you didn't have to get me anything, really!"

She says that, but honestly she's really happy that you would go out of her way to give her a gift a second day in a row. Like! You didn't have to!! But you did!!!

So she takes it and gives you a kiss and when she pulls away her face is so pink. It's precious, and with her soft cheeks she looks a bit like a sweet all on her own.

And you get such a nice gift in turn. I think she's the type to get you something to wear or decorate yourself with, so she gives you this really beautiful pendant on a chain to wear either around your neck or wrapped tight around your wrist.

She also does her damndest to have a nice dinner reservation lined up, if you're in a part of Gunsmoke that allows. She wants to get all dolled up with you and just have a nice evening in whatever luxury an insurance agent/newspaper reporter's salary can get you.

And after dinner, if you still have energy, maybe you can go to a show together! Surely somebody has to be doing something on a stage nearby, right? And if they serve food too, you can share a dessert while you listen.

I think you two end up at a comedy show and have a great time, either laughing until your sides get sore or sharing some amused-if-sympathetic if the person on stage is floundering.

By the end of the night, Meryl's pretty beat and ready to just prop herself up in bed with you. I don't think she even makes it out of her clothes, she just lays her head on your chest and drifts off on the spot <333

💼 Milly Thompson

Breakfast! In! Bed! For! Her! Sweetheart!!!

You get the absolute gentlest wake-up call. She puts her hand on your shoulder, kisses your temple, and chimes "Good morning, sweetheart! Happy Valentine's!"

While you eat she gives you her big plan for the day: Nothing! She just wants to stay in with you and relax all day. And she seems so genuinely excited for that it's nigh impossible to tell her no, especially when she assures you that she still has special things to do in mind.

Once you're both ready to be up and out of bed, she gets the radio tuned to you guys' favorite music station so there's a nice backdrop to all your activities.

Then you spend the whole day just. Making things together. Poetry, stories, silly songs for just the two of you, and all the while there's that lovely music playing and a batch of cookies in the oven for later.

And once the cookies are done and cooled, it's time to ice them! You have so much fun mixing colours and making all these pretty patterns that look absolutely nothing like the book you're using for reference.

At first, Milly is a little upset she's not as good as the pictures, but you help her realized two very important things: no one else could make patterns exactly like she is, and they'll taste delicious either way!

Your evening is spent feeding each other cookies and going over all the things you've made together, and when you kiss each other goodnight you both taste like icing <333

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

WE'RE PLAYING IN THE SPACE HE'S HERE TOO!! Nai lovers I see you and I love you!!! /p You deserve some time with your man on the holiday, too!

I don't think he would really mention the holiday or observe it in any special way, but like...

If he's playing his piano and you come in and be quiet, he won't stop. Even when he sees you sitting on the floor or leaning against the piano out of the corner of his eyes.

He has that one piece he plays all of the time, Visitation of a Calamity/Memory of a Piano, but it's not the only one he knows. After he's finished with that one for this bout of practice, he shifts into another one.

It's calming by some definition. It's still very powerful, and it reverberates off the ceiling and in your ribs, but it doesn't feel like the usual posturing that the other piece evokes.

It's sweeping still, but less a torrent and more a breeze that catches the folds of your clothes and the air from your lungs. It feels a little like flying, you think.

He doesn't say a word to you until he finishes the suite, then without even looking at you, he asks "Is there something you needed me for?"

And I mean... is there? <333

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Stolas, Millie, Loona, Vaggie, Stella, Husk, Beezlebub and Asmodeus accidentally hitting their S/O During a Fight.

Stolas

It shouldn't have even been an argument.

Looking back he felt awful about the whole thing, it was all so stupid.

Now, despite his extensive and near limitless wealth, at the beginning of your relationship you made it clear you refused to mooch off of him.

Completely that is, he still spoiled you rotten, and you weren't planning on stopping him, But you had a job, maintaining a level of independence, something you took great pride in.

Stolas supported this with gusto, loving your independence as well as adoring the simple assurance you weren't just with him for the money and status.

It all spawned from when he'd asked you to preform a simple chore, something he'd normally do but had a packed schedule, so asked you to do it.

But of course, with your own busy schedule, you'd forgotten, the task going undone the entire day.

Coming home Stolas would snap at you, having endured a particularly stressful day, only for you to snap back.

You'd break into a heated argument, the both of you picking at every petty thing about each other you could.

Snapping at each other for the sort of things you'd never think to bring up before, but in that moment the both of you were just looking for things to get mad about.

But it'd be after Stolas made a remark, a shallow, but derogatory remark on your status as a Hellborne.

And that, well, that gave you something to genuinely be mad about.

You'd snap back at him, bringing up a moment of vitriolic anger, genuinely hurtful information, the sort you'd never have brought up otherwise.

Stolas, completely shocked by such a vicious outbreak, would snap.

Not mentally, but physically.

He didn't even realise what had happened until he looked down, seeing you holding your cheek, staring up at him in horror.

Cold dread filling him, his stomach dropping as he realised what had happened, the man stumbling back, horrified with himself.

"I... I..." He tried to speak but failed, unable to say anything.

You'd turn away, breathing shaky as you struggled to keep yourself composed.

Stolas would reach out to you, hoping to fix the situation. To prove he hadn't meant it.

If you pulled away, the man would break down, apologising profusely, the Owl in an exceptionally fragile state, apologising again and again, having a full breakdown as he begged you for forgiveness.

Your relationship would suffer heavily, but could heal depending on how willing you were, the man profusely apologetic, promising that'd never happen again, terrified he'd be a monster like Stella was to him.

If instead you allowed him to embrace you, he'd pull you close, crying profusely as you held each other, accepting what had happened and your mutual role in it.

You'd end up in his arms, the man holding you to his chest fluff, your favourite spot, the two of you just sat there for hours, holding each other close.

Yous talk softly, both of you apologising, but Stolas practically begging for forgiveness.

He'd feel awful for bringing a physical element to your relationship.

Not that you didn't already get physical, 17 broken bed frames in 9 months proved you got plenty physical, but becoming physically abusive was literally the very last thing he EVER wanted, especially for his partner.

It would take some time, the two of you spending countless hours holding each other close, talking through your issues countless times.

It'd be after stolas would apologise for the hundredth time, you cupping his face and telling him gently you forgave him, that your relationship would really begin to heal.

Stolas would be on edge for a while, going above and beyond for you, ensuring you knew exactly how much he loved you, being extra careful to be as un-intimidating as physically possible.

But your relationship would heal, you loving the owl boi and him loving you, the two of you handling and moving past the bump in your relationship in a surprisingly healthy fashion, the man only loving you even more by the end of it.

Millie

Now, Millie was an interesting contradiction.

On one hand, violence was natural for the girl. Growing up on Wrath It was necessary, becoming second nature for the Imp'et, but despite this she was also exceptionally good at keeping her cool.

She'd only get violent when necessary, and usually in your defence more than anything.

But it'd be some massive fight, the two of you really going at it, that her Wrathern side would kick in.

The girl shoved you.

And this is Millie, so a 'shove' actually meant she pretty much threw you across the room.

Millie covered her mouth as you slumped against the wall, groaning as you got up.

Millie would move to you, rushing to your side, doing her best to care for you, your arm being injured in the crash.

Getting up Millie would attempt to help you, clearly distraught, trying to assure you she was sorry.

If you pulled away from Millie, the farm girl would be totally distraught.

Never had she had to fear her body nor her killer instincts before, in fact, you loved her body, and the way she was usually the most deadly person in the room, hoo boy, you adored it.

That was one of your favourite parts of her.

And not just for the sexual aspect, though there was plenty of that but for her sheet ability.

She was confident and had the physicality to back it up, which in and of itself, was insanely hot.

But, getting hit by her, even it it was unintentional, would drastically change your view of it all.

You'd stumble back, tears building in your eyes as you stared up at her.

Millie, covering her mouth, would feel horrified.

She'd never mean to hurt you. That's literally the last thing she'd ever wanted to do to you, at least not like this.

But sure enough, she'd hit you, her baser instincts kicking in, the girl striking on pure instinct.

She'd move to you, already apologising, trying to assure you.

You'd be emotional, adrenaline pumping hard as you made the choice.

She'd reach out for you, hoping to show she wasn't evil, that she was sorry and meant only the best for you.

If you pulled away, Millie would feel downright awful. She'd probably pull in herself, freaking out internally as she pulled back.

She'd be entirely distraught, the woman becoming horribly self concious, paranoid of her every action, fearful of if she could hurt you again.

She'd try to reach out to you, trying her very best to reach out to you, but unless you were willing to reconcile with her, seeing it from her side, she'd likely have a minor, though well maintained breakdown, the woman freaking out over the whole thing.

Your relationship could recover, but it'd take a lot of communication and understanding, the both of you working through the event and the subsequent issues in a slow, healthy manner.

If you instead leaned into her touch, the two of you would hold each other close.

Millie and you would sit there for a long while, sat there, speaking softly.

You'd go back and forth for a while, both of you apologising. Talking through the issues that led to the argument.

The next few weeks would be tender, you obviously hesitant whenever she got mad, or became physical, the girl noticing how you flinch or watch her warily, fearful of her body.

She hated that. You used to worship her body, and while it wasn't about her ego, she missed be able to be herself around you, it stinging all the more that she only had herself to blame.

As such she would make sure to smother you in positive affection, the girl near constantly hugging or holding you close, never too harshly but enough that you'd get used to her physic, learning to trust being in her arms again.

Her favourite act to simply have you on her lap, holding you close in her muscular, yet feminine form, the girl holding you possessively, gently kissing or whispering in your ear, purring sweet nothing's.

Your relationship would be damaged, absolutely, the whole thing becoming a scar on your relationship, and yet, with some mutual care and respect, you'd not only recover, but your relationship would grow stronger from the affair.

The both of you would acknowledging your part in the argument, promising each other to do better.

It'd take some time to get back to where you were before the incident. To truly trust and love each other like you had before, yet with an abundance of love an dcare for the the other, you'd grow an even stronger, more intimate bond, the two of you coming to truly love and trust each other, your relationship becoming unbreakable.

Loona

Your relationship with Loona would be... odd.

Both in good and bad ways.

You'd have a passionate, if immature relationship, loving each other deeply but struggling to express it properly, the both of you immature and unable to properly work through your emotions in the best ways.

Fights... weren't exactly common, but they weren't rare either, though in fairness, most of your fights were just petty squabbles that worked mostly as an excuse for amazing make up sex.

But well, Loona was a temperamental woman at heart, and well, that temper had a habit of flaring on a whim.

It'd be on a particularly off day, the girl just looking for a fight, but when it became clear you simply couldn't avoid or talk through this random bout of aggression, you'd let her pick the fight.

You'd go back and forth for a while, arguing and yelling at each other, though throughout it, it was clear your heart wasn't in it, you just going through the motions to let Loona let off some steam.

The problem was, Loona's was.

And it'd be after some sarcastic remarks that Loona would snap at you with a genuinely hurtful remark.

You snapping back with a slightly harsher retort, and that's when the actual fight began.

You'd quickly break into a screaming match, the both of you trying to shout down the other.

But after Loona made a snide comment on you, you'd snap back, insulting her just as harshly, if not worst, really twisting the blade as it were.

Loona, shocked you'd make such a comment, would jump at you.

Now, to be clear, you and Loona often got physical, when fighting or otherwise. But this was different then the usual rough housing you'd do.

This wasn't the teasing hands on stuff you'd done countless times before, the wrestling and headlocks she used to do to assert dominance.

No, this was an attack.

She snarled, the two launching across the room, crashing into the wall, you trying to get away only for her to hit you, something halfway between a slap and a punch.

But that was enough to leave you stunned, staring up at her as she raised her fist again.

She sat there, teeth bared, fist clenched, staring down at you as you stared up at her in horror.

Loona, breathing harshly, realised what what she'd just done, staring down at you as tears formed in your eyes.

You looked scared.

Scared of her.

She threw herself off of you, horrified realisation rocking her form, the feeling only growing worse as you moved away from her.

She'd sit there for a minute, processing everything that'd happened, analysing her part, then yours, then her part.

Tears would well in her eyes, the girl slowly getting to her feet.

She'd apologise through tears, hands shaking as she held back ugly sobs, the woman moving to you, pleading and apologising profusely.

She'd get so close she could almost touch you, pleading for you to believe she'd never mean to hurt you.

If you pulled away, Loona would have a full on breakdown, pleading, begging you to believe she never wanted to hurt you.

She'd likely sit there sobbing for a long time before getting up and running to the only person she could think of.

Blitzø.

Now, upon finding his sobbing daughter, he would naturally become enraged, the man wanting to track you down and neuter you.

But Loona would demand he shut up and sit down, the girl explaining what had happened.

Now Blitzø was no expert on relationships, Satan knows had more failed relationships then teeth, and knowing she'd hit you would really put him in the a pickle.

So, he'd pull in the best relationship he knows.

Millie and Moxxie.

Millie would immediately go into mumma bear mode.

She'd be firm, but fair with Loona, the woman acknowledging that she was in the wrong but not entirely one sided, as you had engaged, but ultimately she was at fault.

Striking your partner is never alright.

Mostly.

So, she'd take the initiative, reaching out to you on Loonas behalf.

Now, she wouldn't do all the work, not at all, but she'd open the doorway to reconciliation.

From there, it'd truly be in yours and Loonas hands, the both of having to decided if you could make it work.

But if instead you let her approach you, letting the girl hold onto you.

She'd sob, apologising profusely, apologising for everything, the girl latching onto you.

You sit there for a long time, loona having a good cry. But eventually she'd calm down, the girl apologising profusely for hitting you, for starting the argument. For being such a bitch.

You'd speak for a long, long time, talking over the argument, going over both your parts, acknowledging and apologising for your part in the fight, though loona was far more apologetic, the girl deeply ashamed for her part in it.

You'd set some new rules and boundaries, the two of you knowing you couldn't let something like that happen again, as such you'd both set a list of rules.

The most prominent of which being that when your frustrated or angry with each other, you'd text the other. From there you'd talk a little, likely call the other, then you'd meet, speaking it through.

It was a system you both adhered to religiously, the two of you communicating through text or phone often, discussing any and all issues you had.

Your relationship would be uneasy for a while afterwards, you still on edge, flinching when she was angry. Over all, this whole ordeal got the young hellhound to calm down, learning some much needed restraint, your mutual affection developing in a slow, constructive and healthy manner.

Vaggie

Now, Vaggies temper was actually one of the things you loved about her.

She was firy and passionate and took no shit from nobody, something you loved.

The problem with your relationship was that you loved to tease her, and that got her riled up the quickest.

Now, it was was always in good fun, usually just to get a rise, followed by some soft kisses and apologies.

It was always in good fun.

But, on that fateful day, you made the decision to tease her.

Vaggie, while not the biggest fan, normally didn't mind your teasing, but on that day, having dealt with both Charlie and Alastor, she was in no mood for your teasing.

So, when you prodded and teased, the girl warning you to stop.

You not taking her seriously would prod her again, Vaggie on her last nerve, would slap you, leaving you shocked.

Vaggie, realising what she'd done, would cover her mouth, horrified.

Now it would definitely be stiff for a moment, both of you realising what had happened.

After a moment Vaggie would apologise.

Now you could take this two ways.

You could walk off, Vaggie feeling awful for hitting you.

It would be up to you whether you forgave her.

If you instead stayed there, the both of you would stand there for a moment, the both of you tense before suddenly, a smile broke across your face, the both of you breaking into laughter, the two of you having a laugh.

Vaggie would step closer, gently touching your face, seeing how your cheek swelled in a hand shaped pattern.

She'd apologise, you taking her hand in yours, gently kissing the appendage, apologising as well.

You'd share an intimate little moment, acknowledging your mutual faults, before laughing it off, agreeing to move past that.

You'd hold her close, the two of you sharing a warm smile before a kiss, holding the short Queen close.

Stella

Now Stella... Didn't get violent.

At least not to you. You were her S/O after all.

But the woman was prone to outbursts, usually angry and especially during an argument, the woman able to go from zero to a hundred like it was nothing.

Granted, those fights usually ended in even more passionate fuckings, the two of you having am... unhealthy, yet passionate romance. Both of you aware of the fact yet neither wishing to really change it.

It'd be one night, the two of you at it again, scream and yelling, Stella throwing a pot at you, you mocking her for having shit aim.

Only for her throw herself at you, hitting you right across the face.

You'd both pause, you grabbing her arms, pinning her to the wall, the woman unable to escape your grip.

You'd hold her there, showing her who held the physical edge in your relationship.

Now, this was the first time Stella had actually struck you, as while your relationship wasn't exactly the healthiest, not many are in hell, but it was never downright abusive.

Now, you did have the option to walk away, this potentially becoming a vital role in the development of your relationship and be the catalyst to Stella genuinely changing her ways.

But let's be real, this is Stella were talking about, and you were with Stella, you knew thing about her, so that's not really gonna happen.

What would likely happen was sex.

Hot, passionate, and nasty sex, the two of you going again and again like a pair of Hellhounds in heat, you showing Stella who's the boss.

Youd make it clear that she wouldn't do that again, though with what happened last time she hit you, it was incredibly tempting.

But well, at the end of the day, Stella is Stella and with a sex life like yours, I doubt either of you would really wanna change it.

Husk

Alcohol.

Husk's Sinful mistress. A mistress you tolerated. For a while.

Now you liked a drink, Hell that was how you met. And with Husk, and Drink always became several.

And you had plenty of fun with Husk, both ina nd out of the sheets, but well, there was a limit.

You could barely communicate with the man in the later parts of the day, and with night the man became almost incoherent, not to mention how he reeked of an abandoned distillery at all hours of the day.

Granted, you'd spent plenty a night curled up with the man, Husk drunkenly adoring you, the Kitty cat curling up with you, acting very cat like as he reeked like a seedy bar.

Not that he'd ever admit such behaviour when sober.

But over time, you'd become more adamant that he start controlling his alcohol intake, and with this steady increase in your insistence, came a steady increase in fights.

You'd begin with a minor argument on his alcohol intake, it quickly growing into serious fights.

It'd be one night, you and Husk having plans, only for you to find him absolutely fucking sloshed.

You, sick of your S/O constantly being lost in the sauce, would start screaming.

You yelled at the cat demon, the man quickly yelling back.

You'd really get into it, yelling and screaming, going back and forth, the two of you screaming till your throats were sore.

But it'd be as you tried to snatch the bottle out of his hands, wanting him to pay you, ya know, his S/O, some attention.

And it'd be as he yanked the bottle back, that the man swung his arm back at you, smashing you in the face hit his big paw, knocking you to the floor.

Your face would sting, burning as tears stung your eyes, staring up at the cat.

Husk sobered up real quick as the man realised what he'd done.

There would be a long pause before you got up, sniffling to yourself before turning and walking away.

You'd end up sleeping in one of the other hotel's random rooms, you too emotional and frustrated to care which.

The next day you'd walk down stairs with a swollen cheek.

Husk would be waiting at his bar, the man thinking.

He'd been up most the morning, guzzling 2 pots of coffee to keep himself coherent, the cat waiting for you.

Seeing you enter the lobby, the man would jump up, asking, pleading with you to wait, to hear him out.

You'd pause, staring at the floor for several seconds.

If you just walked past him, ignoring his gaze, the man would be crushed. The cat finding himself torn between the bottle and his want to be with you, a desperate want for the familiar blur of intoxication.

He'd try, really hard to get better, to BE better, but with every refusal to engage he'd become more tightly wound, and unless you opened up, trying to work things out with him, he'd end up right where he began, but this time, it'd be all his fault.

If instead you turned, giving him a chance to speak, Husk wouldn't miss the chance.

He'd apologise, telling you he was painfully sorry. He wanted to change. He WOULD change, he just asked that you'd give him a chance.

You'd stand there for a while, but after a moment you turn to him.

You'd tell him he had one chance, if you saw him change, really change, you'd be willing to work it out.

Husk would agree, swearing he'd do his best to be the S/O you deserve.

Youd simply give him a soft smile, telling you hoped he would. You were rooting for him.

That being all the motivation he needed.

Husk really would do his best to go clean, unfortunately going absolutely cold Turkey wouldn't work, the man almost having a psychotic break at the lack of alcohol, and after finding him in such a state, you made a deal.

You'd ration out alcohol, a moderate amount each day, the man allowed to drink whenever he pleased in hopes it would diminish, if not help to ween him off of his alcohol dependency.

So, that's how it would go for the next several weeks. Husk drinking his daily allowance, working through willpower exercises and general hygiene care.

He'd also spend more time with you, and it'd be over the dates and the nights in that the man realised he barely knew you. The cat realising he'd really been an absent S/O.

The whole thing only solidifying his resolve to be better.

Over the next few months Husk's resolve would grow stronger, his willpower higher and most importantly, your relationship would become incredibly strong, the both of you coming to love each other deeply once more.

You'd never directly say it, but you forgave him for the smack, the man thanking you in his own way.

The two of you living a happy, mostly sober, existence with each other, happily in love and able to appreciate it.

Beezelbub

Fights with Bee would not be common, not at all, as despite her somewhat airheads nature, she was surprisingly mature, as well as able to read emotions well, so if you were ever in a mood she'd be on that like sexy was on her.

But well, we all have our off days.

And it'd be on a particularly off day that it'd go down.

Now, you understood that she was the Queen of Gluttony and a major foodie, the woman always eager to eat or drink something.

The problem was the drugs.

Now, dating her, you'd tasted just about every Sinful substance in Hell, but where as bee was happy to do mountains, you always tried to keep it at a healthy level, or well, healthy enough to not lose it, or developed any serious addictions, something Bee respected.

That night, in particular, Bee was on a real bender, the sort for the history books. If they have History books down here.

It'd be as she liquefied some powdered drug, mixing it into her drink, that you'd try to step in.

You'd ask her to slow down a little, not wanting her to freak out and demolish half the house.

Again.

Bee wouldn't like that, eagerly pulling you into join her, practically forcing the bottle down your throat.

That'd be when you snap at her, telling her that was enough.

You were all for fun and games, but this was too much. Every night?! You couldn't stand seeing her drugged out of her mind, not to mention the alcohol, woman barely able to speak coherently, let alone function as an S/O after her daily bender, even if she didn't suffer a hangover like everybody else.

Bee, while usually the kindest most understanding S/O you could ask for, but after a full night of drugs and drinking, she didn't take so well to you harshing the fucking vibe.

The two of you quickly getting into a screaming match, going back and forth, Bees palace empty by the end of it.

Bee would grow a few sizes, screaming at you, it being as you snap at her, telling her she clearly doesn't care for you as much as she does for her drugs.

The now massive Sin of Gluttony snarling, spinning around as she intended to yell about how much of a pain in the ass you were being.

However she she spun, he now Massive hand, slammed into you, launching you across the room.

Luckily for you both, you didn't hit anything, simply sliding across the palace' polished floors, but it would still hurt like a bitch, knocking the wind out of you.

Bee would shrink immediately, rushing to your side.

You were winded, struggling and whining as you tried to breath, in pain and deep discomfort, unable to do anything as she fussed over you.

Eventually you'd get your breath back, panting and wheezing, body sore from the smack.

Bee would be distraught, apologising profusely, the woman in hysterics, crying her eyes out as she tried to convince you she was telling the truth.

You could let her hold you close, allowing her to apologise, to help you recover.

If instead you pulled away, wheezing and struggling to your feet. Bee of course trying to help, you simply snapping, telling her she's done enough.

Your relationship would he frayed, Bee trying her absolute best to make it up to you, to be better and save your relationship.

If instead you let her hold you, letting the Sin care for you in your battered state, Bee would do everything she could, caring for you until you fully recovered, the woman apologising the whole way.

The two of you would take some much needed time together, talking and working through your issues.

It wouldn't be easy, you making sure she knew you didn't wanna control her, but you wanted to be with your S/O, and when she was higher than a kite every night, that became difficult.

While Bee would explain such indulgence was part of her being. It would be like holding back a laugh to not indulge in it.

It would take soem time but the two of you would come to understand each other on a much better level.

Asmodeus

Arguments and fights weren't really a thing for you and Ozzie.

Like, you'd get into tufts. Squabbles and arguments. But never quite a fight.

But this was different, the two of you getting into an argument.

You couldn't even remember what started it, but it was like you'd both been holding something in for months and it was finally let out.

You argued and yelled, going back and forth, arguing over nothing and yet, everything, neither of you willing to stand down.

It'd be as you screamed yet another profanity at the man, moving towards him to let him know just what you thought about him.

And it'd be as you reached the man, about to scream another explitive, that he'd suddenly spin about face, planning on tearing you a new one, only for a loud 'smack!' to ring out, the Sin freezing in place.

Raising his hand, he'd find it stinging ever so slightly, the man looking up to find you turned away, clutching yourself.

Ozzie, realising what had happened would try to reach out to you, trying to process what had happened.

He'd turn you around, finding you clutching your face, your right cheek already swelling.

Ozzie, lowering himself down would apologise, telling you he was so very sorry, assuring you he meant no harm, he'd never intentionally harm you.

You could pull away, leaving him as he pleaded with you to believe he was sorry, that he'd never mean to hurt you. Never!

This, as always, could be the event that makes or breaks your relationship. You could move away from him, still loving him but unable to truly forgive him hurting you, despite it being an accident, your relationship never healing.

Or, as he stood over you, you could let him care for youthe man pulling you to his massive chest, holding you tenderly as he whispered softly apologies, carrying you to your bed.

He'd curl up with you, checking your swollen face, apologising profusely as he tenderly cared for you.

Ozzie would apologise profusely, the two of you holding each other close, holding the other close for a long, long time.

You'd talk for a long time, softly apologising to the other, you nuzzling the man's neck, the Sin holding you in his powerful arms.

You'd spend some much needed quality time together, the silent, tense moment slowly giving way to a warmer mor intimate moment, the two of you quickly giggling and teasing each other, laughing at how ridiculous the whole fight had been.

It'd be as you shared a kiss, you straddling his chest as his powerful hands gripped your body.

It'd be as you parted, a Web of spittle still connecting you that you'd grin, grabbing his collar as you purred out that you kinda liked it.

Ozzie, snapping out of his schoolboy blush, would grin, the man pouncing on you, the two of you making passionate, wild love all night long.

Congratulations everyone! We've reached 3,500 followers!!!

So, as promised I give you a brand spanking new headcanon, I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you had a fan-freaking-tastic holiday season.

I love each and every one of you and wish you the very best, bye bye.

[4milly]

cater 2 you - jey u.

parings: sub!jey uso x oc! aliyah (gif credit @81gb)

warnings: sub parings, p in v, oral!male receiving, masturbation, (oc is really just caring for jey), riding, (im so bad at this)

📝: based on the post from rikishi’s interview here. i wanted to get this out before wrestlemania, so after the show i know how to write part 2.

jey was exhausted. he could barely even stand up longer than 15 minutes without the thought of falling asleep trying to over consume him. he wanted nothing more than at least 24 hours of sleep. but he couldn't have that.

not with wrestlemania approaching.

jey wanted it all. he knew he couldn't complain about the load on his plate, when his goal was to eat. he was on the run. while everyone was going home, he was staying out either working out, doing press, or doing extra events. while everyone was getting rest, he was preparing to give it his all. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel himself wearing thin.

today was the one weekend he had off in awhile. 2 whole days. and he looked forward to sleeping them away, before his flight early monday for raw.

pulling up to his home, he couldn't stop the smile that broke onto his face.

aliyah was here.

aliyah was someone that no matter, how much he wanted to ignore the whole damn world...he'd never ignore her. she was the one.

the one who'd fall asleep on the phone with him, listen to his rants about the producers at work, celebrate his wins, cheer him after his losses. she was there. that's all that mattered to him.

jey grabbed his bags from the car and dragged his tired self to the front door. as soon as he turned the key and pushed it open, his senses came alive. the smell hit him first—something seasoned just right with that home-cooked love you can't fake. then the music floated through the air, goldlink's "u say" playing at just the right volume.

"aye yo!" he called out, dropping his bags by the door.

"in here, baby!" aliyah's voice sang back from the kitchen.

jey felt life coming back to his body with each step. when he rounded the corner, there she was—stirring something on the stove, her hips swaying to the music.

he barely made two steps into the kitchen before she ran into his arms. her face lighting up like a toddler on christmas. that's what she did; made him feel like a gift every time she saw him.

"ah! my man, my man, my man is homeeeeee," she sang as she threw her arms around him, her signature sol de janerio pistachio body butter filling up his nose,"i missed you so much."

jey wrapped his arms around his waist, liftin' her up slightly. "missed you more, babygirl."

when he set her down, she looked up at him, reachin' to touch the dark circles under his eyes. "you look beat, baby. seriously."

"i'm aight." he tired to brush it off. but aliyah knew better.

she knew how hard her man had been pushing himself lately. and if he didn't talk about it she damn sure could see it. even hear it. his mama had been calling her lately—she was worried he'd drive himself to be a zombie. he was always so tired every time they spoke. but tonight, she'd make sure she'd cure it. from friday night to sunday evening, he was hers. she'd repair him.

"you're not. and i know you're not," she told him pressing a small peck to his lips, "this weekend, isn't about wrestlemania, gunther's tall ass, yeet merchandise, your pop's, the producers, or any championship. you are going to relax this weekend. no phone, no game, no nothing. dinner is almost done, and when you're done eating, i'll have a bath for you. you clearly aren't taking care of yourself...so someone else is going to do it."

for the first time in weeks, jey felt the weight lifting. the road, the matches, the pressure—all of it fading away. tonight was about them. and he couldn't imagine nothing better.

jey couldn't help but laugh, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders already. "you know me too well, ma."

"i always do." she winked at him before pushing him towards the kitchen island, "sit. and hand over the device."

jey felt a small hesitation, sensing it, aliyah reached her hand into his pocket snatching it away, "i don't give two fucks about wwe. but i care so much about you. whoever needs to reach you, can either wait or leave a voicemail."

she turned on his dnd, tossed his phone into a drawer, and turned to see him staring at her with his tongue in his cheek. he knew as much as he wanted to shut the wwe out this weekend, it didn't work that way, "i promise if it's important, i'll let you answer. but if it's an interviewer, it's a hell no. now anyways, what'd you wanna drink? i got pot roast smothered in gravy and loaded baked potatoes."

jey's stomach rumbled at the thought of it. he nearly drooled onto the floor, "water." he responded

he knew he'd be paying for it in the gym by eating such a high calorie meal. but right now? that thought was pushed to monday.

the meat glistened under the kitchen lights, tender and falling apart, swimming in rich brown gravy. she added two loaded baked potatoes on the side, cheese melting down their sides, bacon bits and green onions sprinkled on top like confetti. steam rose from the plate, carrying the aroma of herbs and spices that made jey's mouth water uncontrollably.

she grabbed a large ceramic plate—the good ones they only used for special occasions—and began piling it high.

"you ain't gotta do all that," jey said, watching her build his plate. she wasn't his mama after all.

"boy, hush up," aliyah replied, making sure the pot roast was centered perfectly. "when's the last time somebody took care of you proper, sir? not that protein shake bullshit or whatever they feedin' y'all on the road."

aliyah smiled, bringing the plate over and setting it in front of him. But when he reached for the fork, she playfully slapped his hand away.

"nuh-uh. you ain't doin' nothin' tonight but breathin'," she said, picking up the fork herself. she cut a perfect bite of the pot roast, making sure it was soaked in gravy, and lifted it to his lips. "open up."

jey raised an eyebrow, amused. "you finna feed me like I'm a whole baby?"

"you actin' like you don't want it," she teased, moving the fork closer to his mouth. "i see how you lookin' at this food."

"shit, i look at yo ass the same way." he smirked biting his lip.

"i'll feed that to you later too, if you beg."

he laughed, then parted his lips, accepting the bite. the moment the food touched his tongue, he closed his eyes, savoring the explosion of flavors—the tender meat practically dissolving, the rich gravy coating his mouth.

"mmm," he moaned. "girl, you put yo m'fuckin' foot in this."

as she continued feeding him, jey felt himself letting go completely. the intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on him—how she watched his face with each bite, how she wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb when gravy threatened to escape.

"damn, you know how to take care of ya man," jey murmured as she scooped up another forkful, this time with a bit of potato mixed with the meat.

aliyah carefully balanced the perfect bite, making sure the sour cream was just right with the bacon bits clinging to the potato. "open," she commanded softly, and he obeyed without hesitation.

"mmm, girl," he groaned, eyes closing again. "you cookin' like you tryna get me fat for wrestlemania."

"please," she laughed, wiping a drop of gravy from his chin. "like anybody could make you fat. i seen how you be in that gym. this right here? this just fuel."

she continued feeding him, alternating between bites of the pot roast and potato, making sure each one was perfect. the ritual was intimate, something neither of them spoke about but both understood deeply. this wasn't just about food—it was about care, about surrender.

"y'know what jimmy told me?" jey said between bites. "said i been lookin' like a zombie walkin' 'round backstage."

"and he's right." she said, loading up another bite. "i ain't never seen nobody work as hard as you. you out there killin' yourself every night for them people."

"baby, i'm so close. i could be the next big thing ever. finally, something i worked hard for on my own, not as "the usos" but just jey uso." he responded, his voice adorned with determination

aliyah knew it too. he was going to be the next wwe champion. it was just a matter of time, before they raised his arms high and announced it, "i know, baby. but remember, you have to take care of you also."

she blew gently on the steaming potato before bringing it to his lips. the cheese stretched in long, gooey strings that she had to twirl around the fork. she'd pause to stroke his cheek or run her fingers through his hair, little touches that made him feel cherished.

"you ain't gotta go through all this trouble, either." he said, though his body language contradicted his words entirely.

"oh please boy, like hell i don't," aliyah said, pointing the fork at him before loading it with another perfect bite. "my man been out there bustin' his ass for months straight. don't tell me what i gotta and don't gotta do. this ain't trouble—this what you deserve."

she dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then offered him a sip of water. the glass was cold, droplets of condensation sliding down the sides. she held it to his lips like it was precious medicine.

"i could get used to this," he murmured after swallowing.

"here, this the champion bite." she giggled picking up the last piece of the roast.

"yo ass crazy, liyah." he chuckled, dropping his lips to take in the last bite.

after the last bite disappeared between his lips, aliyah stood up, running her hand through his hair. "come on, champion," she said, her voice low and sweet as she took his hand.

when they reached the bedroom, the ambiance hit him immediately. Candles flickered on nearly every surface, casting dancing shadows across the walls. the lights were off, but the room glowed with a golden warmth that made everything feel dreamlike.

the air was thick with essential oils and something sweeter—maybe vanilla—creating an atmosphere that immediately began to melt away the tension in his shoulders.

a soft playlist of R&B slow jams hummed from the bluetooth speaker—the one she always played when she wanted to create their own little world.

aliyah's fingers found the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. "arms up," she commanded softly. he complied without hesitation, allowing her to pull the fabric over his head. her hands traced the definition of his chest, lingering over the bruises from his last match.

"baby, these look painful," she whispered, bending to press her lips against a particularly dark mark on his ribs.

she unbuckled his belt next. the metal clinked as she pulled it through the loops. then came the button of his jeans, followed by the zipper. she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, sliding them down his powerful thighs.

"come on," she whispered, guiding him toward the bathroom where steam curled into the air from the tub she'd prepared.

the bathroom was transformed—candles lined the edge of the tub, which was filled with water that glistened with bath oils. bubbles floated on the surface, creating patterns that shifted with every tiny movement of the water.

"damn," he breathed. "you went all out."

"boy, get in," she instructed, her voice gentle but leaving no room for argument.

the water embraced him like a warm hug as he sank into it, his muscles immediately beginning to thank him. Aliyah knelt beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt.

"lean forward," she said, reaching for a loofah. she began to wash his back in slow, deliberate circles, paying special attention to the knots that had formed between his shoulder blades.

"you carrying the whole damn company on these shoulders," she murmured, pressing her thumbs into a particularly tight spot.

jey groaned, half in pain and half in relief. "shit, that feels good, baby."

she worked her way down his body, washing away the grime of travel and the sweat of his grueling schedule. her touch was both clinical and intimate—ensuring every inch of him was clean while making him feel completely worshipped.

her hand slipped beneath the water, fingers tracing the defined lines of his abdomen before moving lower. when she wrapped her hand around him, jey inhaled sharply, his head falling back against the edge of the tub.

"that's it," she murmured, her lips now trailing along his jawline. "just feel. don't think about nothing else."

jey's eyes fluttered closed as she worked him with expert precision, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, when to speed up, when to slow down.

"you work so hard," she murmured, pressing kisses along his jawline, "always giving to everyone else. you deserve to feel good,"

the water splashed as her hand moved in the pace of the music. she made sure to softly tug and squeeze at the mushroomed head when she made it to the top.

jey's breath caught in his throat. "liyah," he groaned, his hips instinctively rising to meet her touch.

aliyah smiled against his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along the skin there. his moans grew louder. he could feel his stomach starting clenching.

"ah-ah fuck, liyah." he panted out in a tortured rasp.

her pace quickened. she rubbed her thumb over his tip before sliding back down. her free hand came up to cup his face, turning it toward her so she could capture his earlobe between her teeth. she tugged gently, then soothed the spot with her tongue, all while maintaining the perfect rhythm below the water's surface.

"i love seeing you like this," she whispered, her voice low and intimate. "when you're not being jey uso the superstar… just my man."

she reached her free hand into the water, starting to work his dick with both; one twisting and the other working up and down.

"that's it," she whispered, her voice like velvet against his ear. "you work so hard for everyone else. this moment is just for you. just for us."

jey's hips bucked involuntarily as she press, water sloshing over the edge of the tub as his control began to slip. aliyah maintained her rhythm, refusing to let up even as his movements became more desperate.

"i'm right here," she assured him, her lips brushing against the pulse point on his neck. she could feel it racing beneath her kiss. "let everything go. all that pressure, all that weight you've been carrying—just let it go."

his abs tightened, thighs tensing as his release neared. aliyah's free hand came up to cradle his face, turning him toward her so she could look into his eyes. the vulnerability she saw there made her heart clench.

"i love you," she whispered, her gaze locked with his. "cum for me, baby."

that was all it took. with a strangled cry, jey's body went rigid, his release pulsing through him in powerful waves. his cum spurting out into the water. some pooling ontop of her fist. a deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as his release pulsed through him, his hips lifting slightly out of the water with each wave.

"that's it," she crooned, maintaining her rhythm to guide him through every aftershock. "give it all to me."

liyah continued to work his dick—making sure he released everything pooled inside him. his toes clenched against the porcelain as her hand never stopped tugging at his dick. she wanted her man leave every ounce of stress in the tub.

"shit," jey breathed out, his head falling back against the tub as his body continued to pulse with aftershocks. "that was…fuck, i needed that."

aliyah smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. "i could tell. you've been carrying all that tension for weeks." her fingers traced lazy patterns along his chest, dancing through the water droplets clinging to his skin. "how you feeling now?"

"like I hit a damn splash from the top rope," he murmured, his eyes still heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "but better. way better."

"you had all that built up in you," she laughed softly, reaching for a towel. "c'mon. this water's getting cold."

jey took her outstretched hand, standing up with water cascading down his powerful frame. aliyah wrapped the plush towel around his shoulders, taking her time to dry every inch of him.

she guided him to the bedroom, the candlelight casting their shadows against the wall in a intimate dance. "Lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

she guided him to the bedroom, "lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

jey complied, stretching out across the king-sized bed, his face nestled in the pillows. aliyah reached for a bottle of warming oil she'd placed on the nightstand, pouring some into her palms and rubbing them together.

"gonna take care of every inch of you tonight," she promised, straddling his lower back. her hands pressed into his shoulders, finding knots of tension that had been building for months.

"fuck! baby," jey groaned as her thumbs worked into a particularly tight spot. "that's—ah!—right there."

her hands worked methodically, moving from his neck and shoulders down his spine.

"that match with gunther really did a number on you," she observed, finding a knot near his left shoulder blade that made him wince.

"worth it though," he mumbled into the pillow. "crowd was electric."

"always thinking about the fans," she said, a smile in her voice as she leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. "that's why they love you."

her fingers worked like magic, identifying every strained muscle, every knot formed from countless matches and long flights. she paid special attention to his lower back, where the bruises from gunther's vicious attacks had left their mark, pressing firmly enough to release the tension but gently enough not to cause more pain.

"breathe into it," she whispered when he tensed beneath a particularly sensitive spot. "that's it, baby."

she poured more oil onto her hands before moving to his legs. she kneaded his calves, working up to his hamstrings, applying firm pressure to his muscles.

"turn over," liyah whispered softly.

jey complied, rolling onto his back with a satisfied groan. his eyes were heavy-lidded, relaxed in a way she hadn't seen in months. aliyah straddled his thighs, her hands gliding over his chest, tracing the definition of his abs, massaging away the remnants of tension she found.

she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "how you feelin', baby?"

"like i died and den went to heaven, girl. damn, you good at this." he murmured against her mouth.

she smiled, trailing kisses along his jawline, down to the pulse point on his neck where she lingered, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath her lips. her kisses continued their journey downward, across his collarbone, to his chest where she paused to give attention to each of his nipples, circling them with her tongue. she sucked the small buds into her mouth with a 'pop' and gave a small bite.

"mmm," jey hummed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.

aliyah's lips traced the ridges of his abs, her tongue dipping into his navel as her hands continued to massage his sides. she could feel goosebumps rising on his skin as she moved lower, her breath warm against his stomach.

"liyah," he breathed, his voice taking on that husky quality she loved so much.

she looked up at him through her lashes as she pressed kisses along the defined v-line of his hips. her hands massaged his thighs, working out knots he didn't even know were there. her touch was both gentle and firm, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to his worn muscles. jey threw his head back, as his dick began to rise.

"damn, ma," he moaned, watching as she pressed soft kisses along his inner thigh.

her lips trailed higher, her breath warm against his skin. the anticipation built in his stomach, coiling like a spring as her mouth moved closer to where he needed her most. her fingertips traced patterns on his hip bones, sending shivers up his spine.

she pressed a kiss to his lower stomach, "let me help you relax,"

they maintained eye contact, as her lips wrapped around him. he felt his legs shake as he took in the feelings of her warm mouth around him. a groan escaped from deep in his chest as his hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

she hollowed her cheeks, creating the perfect suction as she bobbed her head up and down his length. her lips stretched wide around his girth, saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth. jey groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her take him deeper with each downward motion.

"fuck, baby," he rasped, his abs tensing as she swirled her tongue around his tip before plunging back down.

aliyah moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. she pulled back slightly, letting her tongue dance along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein there before focusing on the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

"goddamn," jey hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking upward.

she took him deeper then, relaxing her throat as she pushed past her comfort zone. her eyes watered as she fought against her gag reflex, determined to take all of him. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room as saliva dripped down his length and onto his thighs.

when she finally reached the base, her nose pressed against his pelvis, jey let out a string of curses. she held herself there, tears streaming down her cheeks as she swallowed around him, her throat constricting around his tip.

"shit, liyah! that feel so damn good." he groaned, his voice strained and desperate.

she pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. she barely caught her breath before diving back down, establishing a rhythm that had jey's toes curling. her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting in perfect coordination with her bobbing head.

the slurping sounds grew louder, messier. spit coated his length, making the glide of her lips easier as she picked up speed. she gagged again when he hit the back of her throat, but pushed through it, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him through wet lashes.

"you so fuckin' pretty." jey managed between ragged breaths, wiping away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

aliyah pulled off with a pop, gasping for air. saliva dripped from her chin as she stroked him with both hands, maintaining eye contact. he could feel her swallowing around him, her throat muscles massaging his tip.

she had a goal for tonight. she wanted her man return to work damn near glowing like a lightbulb or a firefly. and cause of her? he was.

his abs clenched tight as he watched her work him. he let out desperate moans along with the sloppy, wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, punctuated by her muffled gags and his deep groans.

"fuck! mama—" he started to warn, feeling his abs starting to tighten, "i'm finna—"

jey's vision blurred, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. his thighs trembled as she swallowed around him one final time, her nose pressed against his pelvis, throat working frantically as she fought her gag reflex.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" he growled into his fist, his voice hoarse and desperate as his orgasm tore through him like a hurricane.

his body went rigid as he erupted down her throat. thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into her mouth, pulse after pulse. aliyah didn't miss a beat, her eyes watered but remained locked on his, watching as pleasure overtook him completely.

she moaned around him, the vibrations prolonging his pleasure as she continued to suck and swallow until she had drained him completely. jey's fingers tightened in her hair, his other hand gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. his dick pulsed in her warm mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily as he continued to empty himself, his release seemingly endless after weeks of built-up tension.

only when his body finally went slack did she slowly pull away, licking her lips as she released him with a soft pop. he lay there panting, his chest heaving as if he'd just ran a marathon. his eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. aliyah wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched him come back to earth.

when he finally opened his eyes, he saw her looking up at him with that mischievous glint in her eyes. His lips curved into a lazy, satisfied grin.

"i'll buy yo ass whatever you want doin' all that shit, girl." he panted harshly, his voice still raspy from his intense release.

aliyah laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "oh forreal?" she teased, sitting up and reaching for the hem of her shirt. "i have been wanting my hair and nails done...and a new telfar bag. and a new juicy couture purse...but we'll talk about that later."

she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties. she pushed them down her legs with deliberate slowness. no matter how many times he'd seen her naked, he always lost his mind.

she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. the heat of her core pressed against his still-sensitive member, coaxing it back to life despite his recent release. jey's hands instinctively moved to her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. she leaned down to kiss him deeply. he could taste himself on her tongue, bringing him right back to life.

she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his length. despite his earlier releases, he was rock hard again, his cock pulsing with need in her hand.

slowly, she began to sink down onto him. her breath hitched as the thick head breached her entrance, stretching her in that delicious way that bordered between pleasure and pain.

jey's hands moved to her hips, but she slapped his hands away, "that't not how this works tonight,"

liyah bit her lip, pausing halfway down his length. she could feel every inch of him, his girth stretching her walls in a way that made her thighs tremble. it had been too long since they'd been together like this. her body needed time to remember him, to accommodate him.

"fuck, liyah!" he hissed, biting down on his lip, "you so fuckin' wet, mama. you feel so damn good."

she took a deep breath, then lowered herself completely, taking him to the hilt. they both moaned as he bottomed out inside her, their bodies finally connecting. she stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch.

"you good?" jey asked, his voice tight with restraint.

jey wasn't... so accustomed to this. he loved the control. he wanted so bad to bite the bullet and snatch it back. he wanted to fuck her; still her movements, and bounce her up and down on his dick till she whined. fuck how exhausted he was.

but the sight of seeing his girl loose herself...her taking such good care of him, he was too inlove to let her. she catered to him.

liyah nodded, leaning forward to press her chest against his. the new angle sent him even deeper, making her gasp. she reached for his hands, guiding them above his head and interlacing their fingers. the position brought their faces close, their breath mingling as they locked eyes.

"i love you," she whispered against his lips, beginning to rock her hips slowly. the movement was subtle—not bouncing up and down, but grinding in circles that kept him deep inside her.

"i know," he whispered back, completely entranced by the sight of her above him, "i love you too."

her hips rolled like waves against the shore. each movement sent him impossibly deeper, his considerable girth stretching her walls until she felt completely filled. the delicious friction had her gasping, her inner muscles clenching around him instinctively.

liyah whimpered as she felt how the thick ridge of his head dragged against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.

she released his hands, sitting upright to brace herself against his chest. the new position had him hitting spots that made her thighs tremble, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

"just like that," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble that she felt vibrate through his chest. "don't stop, mama."

her movements became more urgent, lifting herself almost completely off his length before sinking back down. the wet sounds of her pussy squelching around him filled the room, punctuated by their synchronized moans. each time she took him to the hilt, she ground her hips in tight circles, ensuring he touched every sensitive spot inside her.

jey's hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. he wasn't guiding her movements, just holding on as she rode him with increasing abandon. her breasts bounced with each rise and fall, hypnotizing him.

"look at chu'," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "you so fuckin' perfect. keep fuckin' me."

she leaned forward, changing the angle again so his thick length dragged against her front wall with each movement. the thick ridge from his mushroomed head softly swiping over that spot deep inside her pussy.

liyah's increased, bouncing on him with newfound urgency. the mattress creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall as she chased her release. jey could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating his thighs as she worked herself on his length.

"look at me," aliyah commanded, her voice dropping to that sultry tone that always made his dick throb. she grabbed his face, making sure their eyes locked as she continued to roll her hips in that perfect rhythm. "you feel how wet I am for you? feel how my pussy's squeezing you?"

jey's hands tightened on her waist, his eyes heavy-lidded but focused entirely on her. "fuck yeah, I feel it," he groaned, his abs tensing with each of her movements.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "nobody makes me feel this good...you're the champion. you're my champion."

jey's hips bucked up involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her warmth. "shit, liyah—"

"that's it," she encouraged, matching his rhythm. "work with me, baby. i know you're tired but i need you to fuck me too."

her words ignited something primal in him. despite his exhaustion, despite the two orgasms she'd already wrung from him, jey found himself planting his feet on the mattress, using the leverage to thrust up into her. she couldn't help herself from leaking all over his dick and his lap.

"yes!" she cried out, her head falling back as he hit that perfect spot inside her. "just like that, baby. right there."

she braced herself against his chest, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as she worked herself on his length. her thighs trembled with the effort, but she refused to slow down.

he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises, "damn, you fuckin' me so good. keep squeezin' me, mama."

she leaned down to kiss him, their tongues tangling desperately as their bodies moved in perfect sync. when she pulled back, her eyes were wild with need.

"i'm right there," she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around his length. "cum with me, baby. please. you earned it. you deserve it."

jey eye's shut tightly as he continued driving his dick upwards into liyah, "look at me," she commanded, "i wanna see you, when you cum."

their gazes locked, creating an intimacy more profound than their physical connection. in her eyes, he saw everything—desire, love, understanding. she saw him not as jey uso the wwe superstar, but simply as her man. vulnerable and open. all for her. only for her.

he felt the first tremors of her orgasm rippling around him, her cunt gripping him like a vise as her orgasm drowned them both. your pussy fluttering around him triggering his very own—he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. he finally came, it was with a low, guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled his cum into her.

liyah threw her head into the crook of his neck. her chest rising and falling rapidly. matching the beat of his own. she continued to softly roll her hips, clamping down on him softly to ensure everything he stressed over in the last few months, was buried inside her pussy.

she could feel herself loosing her mind as the feeling of her body fell apart on him, the burning feeling in her belly, the tremble of her knees.

it was perfect.

she lifted off him slowly; her swollen cunt releasing him with a pop sound. their essence rapidly spilling out of her and onto his lower abdomen. her pussy pulsing at the fullness of them inside her.

she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with so much love it made his chest ache. her fingers traced the lines of his face, memorizing every feature as if she might forget them during their next separation.

"i'm so proud of you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "you know that, right? so damn proud."

jey swallowed hard, suddenly finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. the last few weeks where rough. everytime he opened twitter or instagram, he saw the same thing; comments on his move sets being boring, how he didn't deserve it, he only got the shot because of his dad, how boring the gimmick was.

how he'd only ever be, jey uso. the backup of the uso's.

jey's throat tightened. "what if—" he started, then stopped, the doubt he rarely allowed himself to voice nearly spilling out.

"what if what?" she prompted gently.

"what if I don't win at wrestlemania? all my family, all the fans, hell, you. all coming out there to support me, and i walk away with nothing." the question hung between them, giving voice to the fear that had been haunting him during sleepless nights on the road.

"then you'll get up and try again. that's who you are. that's who you've always been," her thumb brushed across his bottom lip. "but whether you walk out with that belt or not, i'll be right here, just as proud, just as in love with you. yeet."

jey let out a roaring laugh as he shifted to his side, bringing them together. he wrapped his arms around her, as he pressed his lips to hers.

they laid like that for awhile. he heard his phone ring down the hall, remembering liyah tossed it into a drawer. he made no motion to get it. for first time in awhile, the wwe didn't matter. just him and her.

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Helluva Boss Characters Reacting to You Asking for a Hug

Tbh this series is just for my own enjoyment at this point lmao

I’m so normal about them, I swear.

BLITZØ

Honestly, it depends on what type of relationship you have with him

Familial relationship? Best BELIEVE he’s coddling the shit outta you rn

^ def a cheek pincher

“Hey sweetie? Do you need me ta fuck someone up for ya?”

But if y’all are platonic, or SATAN FORBID

R O M A N T I C ?

Ur not getting Shit

Well, until you start crying

“You’re a fuckin’ baby, you know that?”

Very casual hugs

Always sits his chin on you

Will complain the entire time

But you both know he loves you

LOONA

“Oh shit, you good?”

She’s blunt, not heartless

Honestly pretty touched that you asked for a hug instead of just going for one

Like her adoptive dad, very casual hugs

Usually just slings an arm over your shoulders

Won’t talk to you about it

Y’all just sit in comforting silence

Don’t let anyone point out that she’s letting you touch her

Will get v flustered

Depending on how you both feel - may let you play with her hair to self regulate

MILLIE

“Sure thing, hun!”

Doesn’t matter who you are, or why you need a hug, she’ll take it

Physical affection is her top love language idc

Squeezes super super tight

Like, you can barely breathe

Gushes over how sweet you are

Will probs pepper your face in kisses too (doesn’t matter what ur relationship with her is)

((Millie is a strong believer in non-romantic kisses, she told me herself))

Will probs ask Moxxie to bring y’all a drink

MOXXIE

“Uhh, you sure you want a hug from me?”

Yes babe I’m sure

Doesn’t think he’s the best one to be comforting you - will palm you off to Millie if he can

But will be offended if anyone else says he can’t look after you

^^ Gets all huffy about it

Distraction is his new best friend

Will tell you a mixture of stories and fun facts to try and make you feel better

Will also make you a hot drink

If you want to, will talk out your feelings with you

STOLAS

Babes just blinks for a hot minute as your words register with him

Has the softest smile

“Of course, dearest. Come here.”

A hug isn’t enough for him, you’re in for a full blown cuddle sesh now

Likes the feeling of having you fully wrapped up in his arms

Forehead kisses. Forehead Kisses.

Will sometimes swaddle you in blankets like a literal baby

Hums softly for you

Tries to ask what’s wrong, will def push the subject

He just wants to fix it, okay?

Will just,,, smother you in affection until you’re okay

And then some

OCTAVIA

Judgemental eyebrow raise.

Judgy, judgy girl

Y’all gotta be CLOSE for her to hug

((But not really, she’s so touch starved its not funny, but we don’t talk about that-))

Long, comforting hugs

If u end up crying, will fix your makeup for you

Don’t mention it though

Like, literally don’t mention it or it won’t happen again

She probs just breathes a sigh of relief when y’all hugs

Holds on a little too tight, for a little too long

If you ask first, she’ll start coming to you for hugs now too

FIZZAROLLI

Baby. Baby, baby man.

Will wrap his arms around you several times over

Another really tight hugger

You had shit to do?

Sike, not anymore

Now you’re spending all day with Fizz

Your fault, you started it by asking for a hug

Is super worried about you, but tries to play it down

Will do stupid shit just to see you laugh

Will ALSO flirt with you until you can’t stand it anymore

ASMODEUS

Immediately concerned, does not try to hide it

Much like his bf, cancels all plans for today

Y’all are gonna be chilling in bed and cuddling now

Just kinda,,, scoops you up?

Definitely plays with your hair

Gives a SOLID head massage

So so gentle and sweet

Just lays you on his chest

Draws pictures on your back and makes you guess what he’s drawing

^^ he does this to help ground you

Tbh he’ll probably drag Fizz to bed too, so know they’re both looking after you

Mans isn’t gonna let anyone get left out