#WHICH MEANS the showing is still on for tomorrow. ugh.

[orcelito]

Salty bitch in me sooooo satisfied by the fact that I probably make more money than the person who made my life hell last year lmfaooooo

[cinnamon-notes]

i can't sleep :c

[heliophaestus]

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[nereidprinc3ss]

rubber duck

in which reader is sick and spencer takes care of his girl!!

fluff (18+ for nudity) warnings/tags: reader referred to as girl, non-sexual undressing + nudity/intimacy, reader takes bath, spencer doesn't but he is in fact present a/n: heeeeyyy guys.... sorry for not posting for a month... accept this as a token of my gratitude and know that smut is in the works. keep sending requests, might not answer them but you never knoww!!

Spencer gets home around ten PM. Granted, it’s not a completely unreasonable time for someone to be asleep, but for you? A person who’d rather not go to bed at all than wake up before eight in the morning? You being passed out on the couch at this time is definitely abnormal.  

He drops his bag on the coffee table as he approaches, kneeling next to where you’re curled up in the dark room. Part of him doesn’t want to wake you if you’re tired, but he’s mildly concerned. Normally after him being away all week you’ll stay up until he gets home regardless of how late (or early) it is. Ambient light coming in through the window allows him to see the sickly sheen to your skin, and he feels your forehead with the back of his hand. 

“Spence?” you murmur, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes. His response is equally quiet, wavering slightly. 

“Hey. Are you feeling okay, angel?” 

Even though you decidedly are not, your spirit lifts considerably at the sight of him in front of you. A wave of caramel hair falls over his furrowed brow as he scans your face, looking for signs that something is wrong. You brush it away, hand coming to rest on his cheek. 

“I’m fine. I missed you a lot.” 

Your voice is a paper-thin whisper, giving you away even as you try to downplay your condition. 

“I missed you too, but I’m a little worried. You’re pretty warm.” His eyes dart away from your face and down your body, seeming to notice your attire for the first time. “Did you go to work?” 

“I tried to. But I had to come home at early. I guess I didn’t make it all the way to bed.” 

This seems to worry him even more, if the way his eyes narrow and the line of his mouth tightens is anything to go by.  

“How long have you been asleep?” 

“Well... what time is it?” you ask sheepishly, still disoriented. 

“10:20.” 

“Oh god,” you moan, burying your face into a pillow (which does not make breathing any easier through all the congestion), “I’ve been sleeping for eight hours!” Panic wells in your chest at the ridiculous notion that you somehow lost an entire day to sleep.  "I didn't mean to-"

“Shh, relax, it's fine. Your immune system works a lot more efficiently when you’re asleep. It’s the best thing you can do when you’re sick. Studies show that melatonin may actually be an effective antiviral, and people who sleep seven hours a night are 300% less likely to develop an illness than people who sleep only five hours a night.” 

Despite yourself, you smile into the pillow at his unprompted information dump.

“So... am I... 500% more likely to be better tomorrow?” 

He laughs, running a hand through your hair. 

“I don’t even know where you got that number.” 

“I failed statistics in high school,” you mutter, pushing yourself up onto an elbow. 

“Honey, that’s Algebra.” 

You bury your face in your hand and laugh at your own stupidity- before it devolves into a coughing fit.  

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I know you hate germs,” you say once you’ve managed to get the coughing under control. You look at his face, but there are no signs of disgust or fear. 

“I could never hate your germs. But I am worried about the cough... do you think a bath would help?” 

You mull it over. Part of you wants to rot on the couch forever, but the more rational part knows you should definitely get up and try to take care of yourself. With a helping hand from Spencer you rise, stumbling into his waiting arms like a foal on shaky legs. Immediately you feel fatigued, but he patiently guides you to the bedroom and sits you on the mattress before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. 

For a few minutes the only sound aside from you catching your breath is the tub filling from the other room. Soon he returns, to find you curled up on the bed and barely conscious once more. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighs, gathering you up in his arms and helping you to your feet once more. “You really don’t feel good, huh?” 

You shake your head, allowing yourself to be carefully herded into the bathroom. Spencer moves to sit on the edge of the steaming tub, pulling you forward gently by your belt loops. Deftly he begins to undo your jeans as you fumble with the buttons on your shirt. 

“I feel like I’m dying,” you groan. He glances up at you.

“I wish you would have told me you were sick. I would have come home earlier.”  

“I thought about it,” you admit sheepishly, “but I figured better I be sick and alone than more people potentially end up dead because I’m too needy.” 

Your boyfriend sighs, resting his hands on your hips as he looks up at you with a mix of earnestness and admonishment.  

“At least tell me next time. I don’t like the idea of you here all alone without anyone knowing you’re ill.” His fingers press gently into your flesh to emphasize his point. “Okay?” 

“Okay,” you agree softly, without hesitation. Spencer’s expression softens too, and he leans forward to press a kiss to your sternum. 

“In,” he directs after you wiggle out of your jeans, getting out of the way and helping you into the water. He watches as you carefully submerge yourself, a little tense as if he’s ready to jump into action at any second. “Is it too warm? I tried not to make it too hot because your body temperature is al-” 

“It’s perfect,” you reassure, sinking further in. Steam billows up around you and you sniff. “Lavender?” 

Spencer nods, settling on the floor next to you. 

“And mint. I’m surprised you can actually smell it.” 

Normally you’d tease him for his fussing, but the minty steam really does seem to be helping you breathe a bit easier. After only a few minutes, you feel noticeably better. 

“Will you read to me?” you ask dropping your head to your shoulder to look at him. 

He’s leaning against the wall and monitoring you with a contented look on his face. At the suggestion his eyebrows raise. 

“Of course. What do you want to hear?” 

“Fairytales. But only the super gory ones. The more disturbing the better.” 

“What? No Jane Austen?” 

“Ugh, no. I need to hear about terrible things happening to beautiful princesses so I can feel seen.” 

A small smirk graces his lips as he regards you, eyes sparkling with humor and thinly veiled affection. 

“You are utterly ridiculous.” 

“You have to be nice to me when I’m sick,” you whine, slinking lower into the bubbles. Spencer hums in sympathy, running his hand through the water to check the temperature before trailing his knuckles over your arm. 

“My poor sick girl,” he teases. You huff indignantly, attempting to hide the way his words make you melt into the bathwater. 

“Just get the book, Spencer.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He kisses your forehead (covertly gauging your fever, you’re sure) before pushing off the ground. You watch him leave, heart overflowing with adoration even though you still feel sick. Maybe it’s the bath that’s helping, or maybe it’s just his presence.  

A minute later he returns to his post beside you bearing Grimm’s Fairytales and a tall glass of water, which he tells you to drink all of before he starts reading. Regardless of how unwell you feel, you find the energy to make sarcastic comments about the characters’ intelligence and the implausibility of the plot (it’s a fairytale, Spencer reminds you) but soon the soothing cadence of his voice enthralls you. The illustrations and the story capture your imagination as you rest your head and arms on the side of the tub. 

More time has gone by than you realize when you begin to shiver in the now lukewarm water. Spencer notices, finally setting the book down. 

“Ready to get out?” 

You nod and he helps you step out of the tub, pulling you close and wrapping you with a fluffy towel. Absolutely no heed is given to the state of his own clothing as your wet skin soaks his shirt, or his own health as he breathes in your air. 

“I’m gonna get you sick, Spence,” you say anxiously, making a feeble attempt to pull away. Spencer doesn’t even begin to allow it, holding you even tighter. The honesty of his words is reflected in his eyes as he looks down at you adoringly. 

“I can live with the idea of spending a few days at home together.” 

You lean into him further, too tired to hold much of your own weight up. 

“I can’t believe you have to intentionally get sick to get time off work.” 

“You’re definitely worth it.” He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back for a moment.  

“And to think,” you muse, the words muffled by his shirt, "when we first met, you wouldn’t even shake my hand.” 

[rninies]

✮ it's my hoodie now! - gojo satoru

synopsis: you just love your boyfriend's clothes a little too much.

warnings: fem!reader, fluff, reader is a clothes stealer, annoyed gojo (not really) — wc: 890

notes: two fics in a row???????? this is a miracle

it was no secret that you love wearing satoru’s clothes. not only does it smell like him, but it’s also comfortable (forget it being way too big on you). satoru would always wake up to a few of his clothes missing, especially his hoodies. it’s not like you hate wearing your clothes, but wearing satoru’s clothes makes you feel safe. there’s no other explanation for why it does, but it does.

“hey, have you seen my hoodie?” satoru walks into the bedroom, seeing you sprawled on the bed as you scrolled through your phone. “you’re wearing it, aren’t you.”

“oh, hi toru.” you lift your head a bit, give him a quick smile, and go back to your phone. “did you need something?”

“yes. i need the hoodie you’re wearing.” satoru crosses his arms, patiently waiting for you to give him back his hoodie. you sighed in defeat, sat up, and took the hoodie off, revealing a plain white shirt (which is so obviously too big on you). “do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!”

“what are you talking about” feigning innocence, you pretend to not know what he’s saying. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

satoru groans. “the shirt you’re wearing is mine, and i know for a fact that you don’t have those sweatpants.”

“why’re you complaining? the first few weeks we started dating, you insisted on me wearing your clothes!” you defended yourself, huffing. “and now you’re complaining? do you not love me anymore?” you stifled a laugh seeing satoru’s reaction.

“yeah, well i didn’t mean to use my clothes every day!” satoru walks over to the closet and opens it, showing you all the clothes you own. “all the clothes you own, and you still insist on wearing mine.”

“i’m just fulfilling your wish from seven months ago.” you shrugged. “i don’t know why you’re complaining so much.” you stood up and grabbed another one of satoru’s hoodie from the closet. “i’m borrowing this.”

“wha-” satoru grabs the hoodie from your hands, holding it high up in the air. “no way! go use one of your own hoodies!”

you jumped, trying to take back the hoodie. “hey! come on, i’m just borrowing it! it’s not like i’m going to steal it from you. besides, i’m your girlfriend. you should allow me to use your clothes!”

“your idea of borrowing is-” he holds the hoodie even higher. “is basically saying ‘it’s my hoodie now!’ you’re not even going to give it back to me!”

“hey, i know when to give things back to people! it’s just that i love your hoodies so much because they’re comfortable.” you took a breather, tired from all the jumping. “besides, they smell like you so if you’re out busy and i’m all alone in this apartment i can feel you hugging me just by using your hoodie.”

you give satoru the puppy eyes, hoping he’ll give in. he stays quiet for fifteen seconds before sighing in defeat. “ugh, fine. here.” he hands you the hoodie, to which you immediately snatch it from him.

you smiled happily. “thank you! i love you.” you kissed him on the cheek before putting it on. “hey, i have an idea, actually.”

“what is it?” satoru asks, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“just for once, why don’t you wear something of mine? tomorrow for work,” you suggested, and he immediately frowned.

“no way.” satoru declines immediately, making you pout. “no. i am not wearing any of your clothes.”

“excuse me? how could you do this to me.” you dramatically say. “you won’t wear clothes from your favorite person ever? your girlfriend? your beloved? your-”

satoru covers your mouth, preventing you from saying anything else. “okay, okay! i get it. just… just don’t give me any of your weird shirts.”

you smiled mischievously. “i won’t. don’t worry.” you stand up and open the closet, eyes wandering over the pile of clothes. “turn around. i want to surprise you.”

“huh? why do i have to- fine.” satoru turns his back towards you and you immediately grab one of the oversized t-shirt you just bought yesterday.

“okay, you can turn around now,” you say.

once satoru turns around, his jaw drops. “i am not wearing that! the t-shirt has things printed on it that say ‘alpha male’ with a unicorn and rainbow just above it. “what the fuck?! where did you even get this thing?!”

you laughed out loud. “i bought it from the store yesterday. they were selling really weird t-shirts and i found this masterpiece! come on, you said you will!”

“no way. i’d rather do your chores for a week than wear this atrocious thing.” satoru cringes as he takes another look at the shirt.

“really?! you mean that?” you threw the shirt on the floor, walking closer to satoru. “will you really do my chores for a week?!”

“yes. i’d rather do that than-”

“okay! deal! you don’t have to wear that shirt anymore.” you jumped on the bed happily. “thank you, baby.”

“yeah, yeah whatever-” satoru stills for a few seconds, suddenly realizing something. “wait a minute… did you plan all of this just so you could get out of chores for a week?”

you smiled cheekily. “mhm.”

“i hate you.”

“i love you too, toru.”

taglist: @planetnini @xintre <3

[heartsteel-heartbeats]

More dating Heartsteel Kayn HCs (Birthday + Halloween Edition! ft. Rhaast)

Brief mention of drinking, but doesn’t go into full detail.

(( Happy birthday to this silly guy!! 😚😚 )) ~ OBBY 💗

You’ve known Kayn’s birthday was on the 30th and not the 31st thanks to a certain K/DA member texting him at a very unfortunate time, but you did enjoy the idea of celebrating both days in general. Kayn, on the other hand, prefers the 31st because that is what he says his birthday is. It doesn’t hurt to just simply indulge him. If he wants his birthday on the 31st, who the hell are you to say? Don’t let that stop you from doing something fun on the 30th though. Try to take advantage of the fact he has a habit of staying up very late. As long as you two aren’t caught, perhaps you could get away with a thing or two. Maybe a little spray paint to liven up this boring alley right?

Kayn might catch on to what your intentions are and he will tease you about it and telling you his birthday is tomorrow, but he truly does appreciate what you’re doing. Any moment he can spare just to be with you is everything to him.

“Is this for my birthday? You know that’s tomorrow.” “Whattt? Of course I know that.” “This is for my birthday, isn’t it?” “Totally not.” “It’s totally for my birthday!” “It’s past midnight anyway! It’s your birthday right now!”

On the 31st, do expect Rhaast to make an appearance. In fact, it may or may not have been his idea for you to dress up like him. He thinks it’d look cool, and luckily for both of you, some people seemed to have the same idea to dress up as him. Of course, it’d be obvious to tell which one was the real Rhaast, but you? The media can just say you were just a “mysterious talented artist” who practically nailed the costume. At least they never got a picture of your face or even your name, and they’ll never know that you actually got help from the man himself.

Rhaast does eventually escape from the crowd just to go to you and drag you onto a rooftop to watch everyone else. Does he make fun of other people’s attempts to dress up as him? Absolutely.

“[name]! Look at that one over there!” “A for effort, at least.” “No, that’s too high! Bump it down to C tier.” “Hah! That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? Not even low B tier?” “Not at all!” “Oh come on, look at that one. That one’s not that bad, right?” “Ugh, more like cheaply made.”

Rhaast himself is pretty anti-paparazzi. Not in the “literally blinding in the camera” kind of anti-paparazzi, but rather the one that tends to scare them away quite literally. Popping out of nowhere with a loud “BOO!” and a boisterous laugh. Although in general, Rhaast is just really hard to get a good picture of if it’s not during a show. I mean have you seen him? Look at him go.

tbh he’d probably scare some kids too

Since we’re talking about Rhaast, let’s talk about your relationship with him. He loves you. In fact, he’s the one that pushed Kayn to approach you when he realized how Kayn felt about you. In a way, you could say this relationship is polyamorous. Rhaast still gets very jealous if he’s not let out to have time with you, though it’s not so different with Kayn. Both of them can get pretty jealous in general.

“You’re such a wimp! Just do it!!” “No..!” “Oh come on!! They’re perfect! You even thought it!” “Well-! Yes, I did! But-!” “They even love the way I work things! If you want them, you have to get them before someone else does! Have you seen how that other guy was looking at them earlier?!” “I am not doing it.” “What’s that saying? “The worst they can do is say no”? Just do it Kayn!!" “Ugh! Fine! Tomorrow." "Pussy."

Rhaast was Kayn's personal alarm that next morning. He wasn't going to let Kayn forget the plan. Let’s just say he was a bit of a mess when he finally came to you thanks to Rhaast, but when you said yes, he was ecstatic. Kayn struggled trying to keep a straight face when all he can hear is Rhaast yelling triumphantly. That was also the day you realized Rhaast wasn't just his "alter-ego," but rather a whole other person that only Kayn hears and lets out time to time. Well, you did like Kayn, and you did like "not simply an alter-ego" Rhaast, so it worked out.

He definitely tried scaring you a few times. Maybe he succeeded, maybe he didn’t, but he’s done a handful of things to you and others to try and get a reaction. Maybe you grew a resistance to it overtime and your reactions gradually changed.

Rhaast does let you snap some pretty cool photos of him which probably includes him doing dangerous stunts. Still, seeing him go do what he loves to do without anything to stop him was nice. That didn’t stop you from being worried if he’ll actually get hurt, though. He sometimes teases you on that. To be fair, he does this all the time and comes out unscathed.

Heading towards your next destination (which would be wherever they had agreed to celebrate his birthday) had to be done with the two of you doing in different routes so that attention wasn’t drawn to either of you, or to you specifically. Wouldn’t want too many speculations now, though it is fun to see the fans create their own thoughts on the matter. They were either entirely wrong, or they were so close to the truth. You were going to meet up again a few blocks from the location, and of course, he was there first waiting for you in a wall just to kind of surprise you. You were greeted by Kayn instead of Rhaast, and he lifts the mask on your face to give you a kiss.

“Hey there gorgeous~” “Hey yourself. Were you just standing in that wall the entire time?” “Guilty as charged. You’re so slow.” “Says the one who can walk in walls.” “Yeah, but you love it when I do it.”

Serves as good time to just walk and chat now that you’re away from the crowd. Most people, and kids, would be at home and maybe sleeping by now, so the streets are rather empty.

“Not that I’m complaining, but are you here because Rhaast is tired?” “If I let Rhaast drink to his heart’s content, none of us will be going home.” “Since when did that ever stop you?” “Yeah… But Yone won’t be letting me off the hook, so I’m unfortunately at a limit.” “And on your birthday. What a shame.”

Whether this is your first time meeting the rest of Heartsteel or not, it’s safe to say you get along with them fairly well. Ezreal wanted all the details, but gets cut off by Kayn who would pull you away from him. K’Sante and Alune are always fun to talk to, so if things get too rowdy, you can run to them and chat for a while.

You’ve spotted Aphelios taking pictures of some stuff happening, like how Kayn and Ezreal are still bickering which he’ll post somewhere later. He’ll probably go to you to show you some photos he took of the others a few days or weeks prior. There was even a photo of Aphelios and Kayn beating Sett with plushies and pillows (Ezreal took the photo). He’ll send it to you if you ask.

You know those little charms he has on his belt of Rhaast and his shadow assassin form? Your gift to him were matching charms of you and him. He wears the charm of you with so much pride, he loves it so much. You're even placed between the two he already had. No one would suspect a thing either if they see your little charm of Kayn. It's normal for people to have silly pins and charms of their favorite artist, and if anyone asks where you got it from, just say you made it yourself. It wasn't a lie after all.

It’s safe to say both Kayn and Rhaast had fun on their 48 hour birthday.

[adhdslugcrimes]

Wally: well, I'm going home now since we're done.

Clark: oh! I'll go with, I need to pick up something in Central.

Wally: oh, uh,,, I don't live in Central.

Clark: well Keystone is close by, no worries there.

Wally: I don't live there either.

Bruce, confused: Springfield?

Diana: St. Louis?

Wally: I'm not in Missouri anymore, I moved a few months back.

Hal: then where are you living at, boy?

Wally, fidgeting: Gotham.

Bruce: what the hell are you living in my city!?

Wally: the rent is cheaper!

Bruce: I said no metes in my city!

Wally: I'm not saving anyone, I'm actually just trying to live after losing my job!

Clark: you lost your job?

Wally: yeah, I did because Barry just retired without telling me before hand and I was already working with the Titans, helping Dick when he needs me to which has been a lot as of recent, working here now, rebranding to the Flash, babysitting new heros and my cousins, helping Linda with her stories, keeping keystone to central safe, and babysitting Lian I never got back to work so I moved since Gotham is so cheap I haven't been stealing teammates lunches anymore and I got a job at batburgers... You could say I'm the fastest man going into debt! *Laughs* apparently not showing up does not spark joy for my boss.

Diana: sweetheart...

Hal: why didn't you ask someone for help?

Wally: I helped myself, granted I haven't seen my bed more than like three hours if I'm lucky but cheap rent for a flat, a discount for batburgers food, and it's more walkable city just dodge the people who want my kidneys and I'm good. It's a fun city.

Bruce: ... Are you okay kid? Does Dick know about this?

Wally: no and I don't plan on telling him, he has enough on his plate. It's not bad though, I've only been stabbed once.

Hal: I'm —

Oliver: how are you so cheerful about this?

Wally: because if I don't lie to myself I'm going to cry and that would take up too much time, but Roy still looking for a replacement babysitter for Lian so I'll have a few more hours to put in either sleeping or flipping patties.

Bruce: no, I'll cover your rent and food for this month we're having a meeting and fixing this.

Wally: why?

Bruce: this ain't right, kid.

Wally: true, but my parents always said I'd be good for nothing flipping burgers for a living, but I'm a important hero that flips burgers for a living.

Bruce: stop joking, this is serious.

Wally: whatever man, can I leave?

Bruce: yes, we're taking the batmobile tho.

Wally: no, I know what that means sir and I'm not your child to lecture.

Bruce: I'll tell Dick.

Wally: in the car I go, see you guys tomorrow!

Bruce, rubbing his temples: Hal make sure you tell Barry what's going on, I'm having a headache.

Hal: planned on it, drive safe.

Bruce: yeah, yeah.

Diana: to think he's Keeping this from Dick, his own boyfriend...

Clark: yeah, must've been hard on him... Dick is going to be so hurt

Bruce: no, no, that demon is going to threaten me for Making Wally take his uncle places. The headache that's going to bring! Ugh! *Leaves*

Wally was not lectured about this situation because Bruce has a soft spot for the little shit and let him sleep,,, Dick was very pissed at Bruce.

[triplesilverstar]

Four Vashs, one girl

A VashX F!Reader Fic

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing Vash X f!Reader, Vash X Vash

CW: orgy, P in V sex, anal sex, blow jobs, double penetration, self-cest, double vaginal penetration, cum eating

Word count: 7,170

A/N: A cross post from my AO3. A Vash X F! Reader fic where as the name suggests, it’s not just one Vash but four of them. The alternate versions of Vash also do one another.  So one thing that was hanging me up as I wrote this is it's not like the different versions of Vash would know who they were. So for eases of figuring them out.98 Vash - Gold Vash

Trigun Maximum - Dark-haired Vash

Silver Vash - Badlands Rumble Vash

your Vash - Trigun Stampede

See below the divider for more

Both of you are panting hard, hands pressing against his chest while you ride him hips rolling in such a way that your clit is rubbing against his skin making you moan above him. Biting his lip and gripping your sides tight enough you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow, a hiss of your name and you squeeze his remaining nipple “Come on Vash, one more baby.” Watching the sweat pour down his face as he tries to hold off, squeezing your inner muscles as hard as you can and feeling him buck up into you and cuming deep inside your core. 

Slumping back against the pillows and throwing his arm over his face you laugh softly, crawling forward and pressing a kiss to the center of his chest along the wire above his pecs. “I told you, you could do four.” 

“Yea. And I feel boneless, if someone showed up I don’t think I could move.” Peeking at you through the gap in his prosthetic, grinning with a goofy look post-orgasm. 

“Well, the two of you did put on quite the show” Both of you freeze, and you can see Vash’s Adams apple bob. “Aw don’t be shy after that~” Squeaking you grab the blanket that had been on the bed using it to cover your form before sitting up and turning, Vash leaning on his forearms slowly reaching for Peace Bringer under the pillow. 

“I guess he sleeps with his gun under his pillow too.” A second voice and you feel your mouth shift into a frown, looking at what is apparently three men behind you. One of whom, who has yet to speak, and one thing is beyond clear. All the men in this room have a thing for red coats. 

“Who the fuck are you?” You don’t mean to snap at the three of them but you’re very much at a disadvantage, nothing but the blanket around you and your rifle leaning against the wall well out of your reach. At least you’re a little better off than Vash, since he’s still inside of you. 

“Hmmm, I think all four of us are Vash the Stampede. Or at least, different versions of Vash the Stampede.” Gaze flicking to one of the other men, claiming to share your boyfriend's name. 

Leaning on his hand which is pressed against his knee you hear the final man speak, even if all three voices have sounded exceptionally similar. “I’m Vash the Stampede.” What. The. Fuck.

“Ugh. I’m Vash the Stampede.” Tumbled out of Vash from under you. 

“Well. I was just hanging out in my hotel room, which just happens to look a lot like this one.” Another one states, and so far the only difference you can tell between the other three minus the one whose hair is half black is the way their jackets are styled. The one who just spoke had black buttons on his jacket, and what looks like gold-colored rings along his gloves. 

“I think we're all from different universes.” Dragging a hand down your face while the one with puffy shoulders speaks, Noticing his glove has straps colored silver going up the arms. While the four of them seem to be having a conversation you groan.

“Can I get off my boyfriend and put some clothes on while you all have this riveting conversation?” Feeling Vash under you shift, while the other three all look at you with different expressions of incredulousness. 

“Boyfriend?” It’s almost like a chorus around the room. 

“What. Do none of you date anyone?” A brief squeeze to your upper thigh and you’re turning to face your Vash, he’s rather tight-lipped as he looks at you. 

“It puts them in danger.” 

“How can you put her in danger like that!” 

“I just have sex and leave the next day.” 

You and Vash just look at one another as the other three all make their comments, knowing you're rolling your eyes at the ‘her in danger’ comment. “What makes you think I put her in danger? She’d follow me if we were dating or not, right Mayfly?” 

Grinning down at him you lower down so your lips can meet his chapped ones for a quick kiss “sure would Sunshine.” Sitting back up again and twisting to look at the other three once more eyes narrowed. “I can handle myself and the shit that follows us around.” You don’t miss the way the one with the two-toned hair raises an eyebrow at you saying ‘us’. “After almost five years I’m not going anywhere without him.” That makes the same Vash grin at you, almost as if he knows something you don’t, dubbing him ‘dark-haired Vash’ in your head. 

“Mayfly?” Humming you turn back to your Vash, his hand pointing at where you’re still joined. Right. Looking at the other three you adjust the blanket, hoping it blocks their view as you lift your leg, Vash helping you to dismount off his body. Moaning low as his softening cock slips from your core, followed by some of his cum dribbling out of you. 

Unaware as you and Vash adjust that the other three heard that little moan all felt a twitch in their pants. Once off his body, you’re shifting till both of you are sitting up in the large bed, backs against the headboard, and watching the other three. 

“She’s quite the pretty lady. I can see why you like her.” Rubbing a hand along his jaw while watching both of you, one of the other Vash's you’ve dubbed ‘Gold Vash’ in your head for the golden-hued rings along his gloved hand. “Ever consider sharing?”

You feel the fire racing up your cheeks and the tips of your ears, glad you can’t see your own reflection right now certain you’d be redder than a tomato. Beside you, Vash is just as red as his jacket hanging on the coat rack. “Did you really just ask them that?” Slips from the ‘Silver Vash’ for the bands on his jacket shaking his head. 

“What? She’s pretty, and I’m making some assumptions but I swing both ways. Don’t you three?” Rubbing at your face and using one hand to keep the blanket up around your chest, glancing at Vash from behind your hand the tip of his nose is red. He’s embarrassed. 

You already knew Vash didn’t care about gender, he loved everyone regardless but he’d been a virgin before you. You on the other hand? You’d been with men and women, and Vash knew that from when you first started dating, having talked about previous experiences. Moving your hand down and under the blanket to grab his prosthetic and give it a squeeze, 

When he looks at you, you shrug your shoulders knowing he’ll understand you’ll leave this up to him, as attractive as the other three are and it’s building a warmth in your core you’ll only say anything if he wants this too. While you’ve been silently communicating with him, the other three have been bickering. Well. Gold and silver Vash have, Dark-haired Vash has been rather silent, unaware he’s been watching your silent exchange, his voice carrying a ring of authority when he speaks out. 

“She likes the offer. I have to admit I’m rather curious how long the two of you have been together, in a relationship, not just traveling together.” The other two Vash’s have gone silent, turning their attention to the two of you sitting in the bed. Licking your lips, at their rapt expressions. 

“Three years.” Watching as Vash swallows hard, and you don’t miss the flash of surprise across Dark-haired Vash’s face. “What exactly are you proposing?” 

“I don’t know about the others, but I want to make that pretty little lady of yours scream while I’m balls deep inside of her. Anything else would be a bonus.” Well if you weren’t flushed before you certainly are now. 

“Before this gets too off the rails” you find yourself speaking up “I just wanna be clear. If anyone does any anal it’s not going in any of my other holes.” Voice flat as you stare the other three down, your own Vash well aware of how you feel about anal and the clean-up afterwards hearing his snort beside you. 

“Of course, you’d bring that up.” Wrapping his arm around you and pulling you against him, pressing a kiss into your hair. “So” looking towards the other three “you three gonna join us? This bed is pretty big.” 

You want to laugh at how candid he is, even if you heard the wavering of his nerves in his voice, instead you swallow as Dark-haired Vash stands up making a show of undoing his coat and pulling off the glove on his right hand. Shit. You find it kind of hard to swallow at the lean abdomen that’s covered in scars framed by the shirt he wears. “Well, I don’t know about you two but I’m joining them.” 

As he strips, Gold Vash seems to swallow, nervous “Aren’t you worried about how she’ll react to?” Trailing off as he motions towards dark-haired Vash’s abdomen.

“Scar are sexy” voice even and keeping your expression neutral, letting your eyes meet the ones of Dark-haired Vash. Licking your lips, as he grins continuing to remove his clothes, his scars are different than your Vash’s yet it still tells the story of a life of hardships. “Are all of your left arms prosthetics?” Letting your voice grow soft as you see the ring of metal at the top of his left arm. 

The sound of another jacket being undone “Yea, looks like from the way our jackets are. Though none of us” Silver Vash is pointing at himself and the other two “have metal like he does.” Pointing towards your Vash and his crystalline metal arm. 

As Dark-haired Vash finishes stripping you do everything you can not to let your jaw drop, his cock is hard and the head is pink and weeping with pre-cum. His entire body is a canvas of scars and metal so different from the one you’re used to touching, moving with confidence as he strides to the bed moving atop it like a cat stalking his prey. Belatedly you realize you’re his prey at this moment, and it makes you shiver core clenching, this Vash knows beyond a doubt what he wants. 

His legs are framing yours atop the sheets, one hand resting beside your head as he looks down at you, and you swallow. He has no issue pressing into your space and lowering his head, looking at you using his fingers to grip the sheet tugging it down gently and you let it go. The fabric slides along your skin as it pools down around your waist, a hum of satisfaction as his aqua eyes rack over your bare chest. Hand cupping your breast and running his thumb along the scar just the right of your heart “You’re a hardy little thing, aren’t you.” It’s a statement and not a question as his warm breath washes over your face.

Tilting your head and you have to admit those are some nice damn eyes looking at you, and in those aqua depths you see his desire clear as day reflected in those orbs, just as clearly as you feel your own. As he leans down you find yourself closing your eyes as this Dark haired Vash moves to press his lips to yours. Humming low in your throat. He knows what he’s doing, that's for sure, moving his plush full lips just enough that it’s making your core twinge wishing you were still filled. 

Feeling the coolness of your Vash’s prosthetic pressing against your thigh, pulling away from the kiss and looking at him. “It’s kind of strange to see you kissing another man, even if it is another me.” 

Licking your lips, your hand finds its way to his cheek “I don’t have to do this if you don’t want me to. I don't wanna hurt you, Vash.” Voice soft, and your words pull a few snickers from those around you as your Vash kisses your palm after turning his head. 

“Nah. I want this too.” Silver Vash sliding in under the covers next to your Vash, reaching across his chest to cup your jaw and run his hand down your throat. 

“I just hope the two of you are ready for a long night~” Pressing his lips against the side of your Vash’s face “I can’t wait to hear all the noises we’re going to make in here.” His hand trailing down to grip one of your breasts and leaving a line of kisses down Vash’s neck. “Hopefully we don’t get any noise complaints.” 

“Won’t be the first or last time in any of our lives.” Dark-haired Vash is reaching down, pulling the sheet from around your waist and pulling you into his lap, the sound of a final coat being removed. 

“Guess we’re all doing this” muttered from Gold Vash’s lips, stumbling a little as he shucked his clothing while heading for the bed. 

“Well since that’s settled.” Darked-haired Vash is pulling you closer to him, running his lips along your collarbone, tongue tasting your colling skin. “You need any prep?” You can feel the head of his cock pressing against your stomach, smearing his pre-cum along your lean belly. 

Shuddering in his grasp and feeling a shiver run up your spine. “No, I mean yo-” his mouth is on yours again, tongue working against your own making you moan, walls clenching hard around nothing. A brief sense of weightlessness as you’re lifted up, feeling a different cock being pressed between your folds, the tip spreading your wetness around. 

“You’re a wet one, that’s for sure.” Pushing himself inside of you and you drop your forehead against his shoulder panting, he’s thicker than your Vash whimpering in pleasure at the stretch as he fills you, and one of the others in rubbing your breast pinching at your nipples. Tilting your head, you see it’s  Gold Vash, hearing a moan from beside you curious you turn your head licking your lips. Your Vash and Silver Vash are making out, hands wrapped around each other's cocks and stroking one another. The sight makes your walls tighten around the Vash buried inside your fluttering walls, hearing him hiss. “Damn, you feel good.” 

Held in his lap like this, he’s slowly thrusting into you working your channel into accepting him and groaning as you slowly yield to his thickness, the several orgasms you’ve had from your Vash certainly helping. Curious, you trail your hand along his side and shoulder, letting your palm rest on the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in his dark hair giving it a quick tug. This Vash gasps, cock twitching inside of you, same reaction. At least you don’t have to fumble for what will make him feel good too sharing some of the same erogenous zones. 

“You like it rough don’t you?” Moaning just above your ear, and you hiss, Gold Vash is behind you pressing against your back and twisting your nipples, dragging his mouth along your shoulder and mouthing at the skin of your neck. 

“Yea.” A low whisper of your admission, and you moan, Dark-haired Vash pushing the last part of his cock into you, letting you have time to adjust to being speared on his length. 

“Then I’ll give you one rough ride, little lady.” The metal of his arm is pressing under your ass, lifting himself to his knees and with the new angle you feel stuffed to the brim. Both of your arms wrap around his neck to keep yourself stable, and you’re thankful you did when you start to gasp. He's using his arm to lift you, and slamming his hips against yours, at a breakneck pace and it leaves you reeling. His hand moving along your back up to your neck, grabbing a fist full of your head and tilting your head back just on the edge of pain. The way he’s slamming into, you feel every spasm and twitch of the veins on cock, your walls clenching and unclenching around him. 

Gold Vash behind you doesn’t want to be forgotten, his hand reaching to take one of your arms and guiding your hand held loosely in his to jerk himself off in tandem to Dark-haired Vash fucking your core. “That’s it little lady” whispered against your throat as Dark-haired Vash is watching his dick hammer in and out of you. “I want you to leave a nice ring of cream on me, then I’m gonna have your boyfriend lick it off.” That sounds far hotter than it should, feeling yourself clamping down harder on him. “Fuck you like that don’t you.” Another hand is working its way between your bodies, the staples around the thumb catching on your skin, feeling the tears pinprick your eyes as it starts to press circles against your clit.

Breathing going erratic, your Vash and Silver Vash pause their makeout session to watch you, Silver Vash slowly pumping both of their cocks in his flesh hand. Kissing the side of your Vash’s mouth before whispering to him “think she’d let us DP her while you suck his cock?” 

Your Vash running his hand along Silver Vash’s jaw panting against his lips “Yea. Not sure I’m ready for that though, still pretty sensitive from cuming in her earlier.” 

“Take your time, we’ve got other ways to enjoy each other tonight.” Tongues pressing against one another in an open mouth kiss before a loud moan from you pulls both of their attention back to the show the three of you are putting on. 

The fire inside of you is burning like an inferno, Dark-haired Vash angling his hips as he thrusts up into you to make sure he’s hitting the deepest parts of you with every thrust, and Gold Vash is rubbing your clit hard enough to make you pant harder and harder. Eyes closed with your head tilted back from Dark-haired Vash’s grip in your hair, screaming as your release hits you, pushed over the edge by Dark-haired Vash biting into the side of your neck just above your shoulder. You can hear him groaning teeth embedded in your skin and your walls tighten around his cock, trying to milk him for all he’s worth but you don’t feel his own release. 

A press of lips to the side of your face as you open your eyes, Gold Vash is rubbing your side and wiping the tears from your face, his touch tender. The pressure against the back of your head releasing as Dark-haired Vash releases your hair, lips and teeth leaving your neck with a wet pop. “Let’s get you off my dick hmm?” A show of his upper body strength as with one arm he lifts you up and away from his body, Gold Vash happy to wrap his arms around you, using his hands to get your legs under you. 

“That pretty pussy of yours need a break? Or can I slide in to warm up?” Taking a deep breath you nod, helping to move your legs so you’re sat with your back to his chest, legs on the outside of his as the head of his cock prods your lower lips. A quick jerk and you moan, feeling him slid as far inside of you as this position allows. “I wanna watch the show while feeling those aftershocks inside your pussy all along my cock.” Both of his arms wrap around your stomach, as you shift your head back against his shoulder. 

Dark-haired Vash is eyeing your Vash now, shuffling with one of his hands wrapped around the base of his cock just below a very obvious ring of cream you know is from your release. “You wanna taste your girlfriend on another man’s cock?” 

Hearing him say that again has you clenching on the cock inside you, making the Vash inside of you shudder. “Damn, if you were my girlfriend we’d never go anywhere. I’d wanna spend all day inside you.” 

You just snort, turning your head with a smirk “who says that isn’t what we do?” That gets a laugh from him, turning your attention back to the other three Vashs and watching your Vash lick his lips. Rolling on all fours and taking the head of Dark-haired Vash’s cock in his mouth and humming. 

“Didn’t think I’d be doing this today.” Cocky as he pops off the head, licking a long hard stripe from his base to his tip, a clear break in that ring of cream about his thick shaft. Silver Vash is tilting forward, licking up one side of his cock and humming himself. 

“She tastes pretty good. Or am I tasting some of you on there too?” Silver Vash is making a show of licking his lips, his own blue eyes flicking up towards Dark-haired Vash. 

“I didn’t cum in her. Yet.” That makes you clench again, knowing he plans to fuck you again at some point tonight. “You might be tasting some of him” nodding towards your Vash who is starting to nibble at the tip of his cock before giving it another lick. “They did finish four rounds before we all arrived.” Dark-haired Vash is moving his flesh hand, cupping your Vash’s cheek before getting a grip on his hair to keep him in place with his lips wrapped around his tip. 

“Could be. If so, they both taste pretty sweet.” Silver Vash is starting to eye you up now, tilting his head before sliding off the bed to move around closer to you. “How about you suck me off while your boyfriend sucks him off?” 

“Hey! Come on now, she was catching her breath!” You ignore Gold Vash, feeling him twitch inside of you, sliding your knees back and moving from his grip but squeezing your walls to keep him from leaving your slick core, smirking at Silver Vash. 

“I’d enjoy that” you tease, watching him grin as he adjusts so he’s on his knees too, another slightly different cock attached to a slightly different Vash bobbing in front of you. Wrapping a hand around his length and giving him a few pumps, feeling the heat radiating off the flesh against your palm. Keeping eye contact with him as you lower your head down kissing the tip and feeling it twitch against your lips. Inside your walls you feel Gold Vash twitching, enjoying the feeling as you spasm around him without any extra movement required.  

Opening your mouth you stick your tongue out rubbing the head of his cock back and forth, coating it in drool before closing your mouth around him, watching the muscles of his abdomen twitch as you get started. Almost right away you can taste the saltiness as it invades your senses, bobbing your head around his tip and swirling your tongue around it in time to your wrist pumping up and down his shaft. Like this all you can see when you turn your eyes upward is the scarred skin of his well-defined stomach, humming while you work and watching those muscles shift, one hand resting on his thigh to keep yourself steady and you feel every quake of his leg. 

A nasally exhale from above you, his flesh hand sliding along your neck before going up along the side of your face pushing your hair to one side but keeping his wide palm pressed to the top of your skull. “Shit. You’re pretty damn good at that.” You can hear the low whine he’s trying to hide behind his words, Gold Vash behind you starting to pant. 

“If from how her pussy feels, she likes it too” hisses from his mouth and he’s starting to rub your ass cheeks, giving one a squeeze and slapping the other. “Fuck. I think I’m gonna cum.” While you’re still sucking you almost want to roll your eyes, not thinking about it as you feel a warmth flooding your core, Gold Vash groaning behind you. You’re going to assume it’s been a while for that Vash if he’s shooting off that quickly. 

Dark-haired Vash is humming himself, one hand on his abs watching your Vash suck him off and he has to admit, occasionally looking at you, that your Vash has never sucked another man off before. Running his thumb along the side of his neck tenderly, voice a low rumble “you wanna spit or swallow?” 

Your Vash pauses, pulling back and blinking. “I’ll try to swallow.” 

Nodding for him to keep going “It’s alright if you change your mind.” Your Vash humming, trying to remember all the things you do to him that he likes as he sucks of the more confident male. Licking and twisting as he works, trying to take more of the other man in his mouth, breathing through his nose like he’s seen you do before hollowing his cheeks. “That's it, just a little more.” A grunt and your Vash is doing his best to try and swallow the load of hot liquid being pumped into his mouth, feeling some of it as it drips from the side of his mouth. 

Pulling away with a gulp, and rubbing his mouth, your Vash sighs “I don’t know how she swallows that.” A low chuckle from Dark-haired Vash, fisting himself to empty the rest of the cum in his shaft onto part of the bedding, glad this hotel room isn’t one he’s paying for. Those sheets are gonna be a bitch to clean.

“I’d say she likes the taste, well and the act.” A quick tilt of his head towards you, clearly enjoying yourself with Silver Vash, whose biting his lip, eyes clenched shut. Hollowing your cheeks as you keep bobbing your head, smirking as well as you can with a cock between your stretched lips. 

Dark-haired Vash, done with cock pulls him in for a kiss trying to make those swollen lips a little more bruised from his affections, tasting his release on the other man’s tongue and enjoying it. He didn’t know he could enjoy fucking another version of himself so much. 

Your Vash just grins as he breaks away, eyes going back to you hearing Silver Vash hissing through his teeth “Hang on, I wanna cum inside you with your boyfriend. Whadda say, wanna be double stuffed with Vash cock?” 

Popping off his cock and pinching your nose you lean back, enjoying as Gold Vash starts to knead at your breasts. “Sounds like fun. What do you think my Sunshine? You ok with sharing me with another man?” Smirking at him beneath fluttering eyelashes. 

Laughing as your Vash rubs the back of his head “Mayfly I think you’ve missed the part where I’ve been sharing you for a while now.” But he understood what you were really asking. “Yea, as long as you think you can handle two big cocks deep in that pussy of yours.” His tone playful and teasing as he crawls along the bed towards you, catching your lips for a searing kiss moaning against one another. 

Lifting your legs off of Gold Vash, well aware more than one of them is watching the space between your legs, each of them feeling their dicks twitching at the sight of his cum already dripping from your slit. He doesn’t move right away, gripping your sides and pressing his lips to part of your back along the scars near your spine, making sure your legs can support your weight before moving. 

Dark-haired Vash holding out a hand for him, letting him tuck against his side and having a make-out session of their own backs against the headboard of the bed. 

You, your Vash, and Silver Vash are eyeing one another up, and you’re the first to open your mouth. “So how are we doing this one?” 

Silver Vash takes the lead crawling along the bed so his head is pointed towards the headboard. “You sit on my cock and lean over me, then your Vash can slip himself in. I’m getting close, so I think he can have the fun of getting the three of us to that peak. I can’t wait to help paint your womb white.” 

The three of you are quick to get into position mewing as Silver Vash has no issue sliding deep inside of your core, lowering your body and giving your Vash easy access to your filled slit. With Silver Vash throbbing inside of you, you realize you’ve taken four different versions of Vash inside your pussy tonight, body shuddering as your Vash twitches as he works himself into you. Damn, you feel good, chest thundering as you try to adjust to both of them inside your slick cunt. Walls spasming from just being filled that much, the sweat pouring down your back. A press of lips you’re more than familiar with gliding against one of your shoulders “Hang on Mayfly.” 

Your Vash starts to move and you swear you have stars filling your vision, Silver Vash moaning under you “Such a good girl you are.” Rubbing your side with his own prosthetic, and you shiver as another prosthetic you know every nook and crevice of on your other side. “Feel so good.” Mewing as you feel both cocks twitching inside of you, your entire body flush and drenched in sweat, hands gripping Silver Vash’s shoulders and panting away.

 When your Vash hits somewhere deep in your core you whine dropping your forehead against Silver Vash’s chest, taking note of the metal grating he shares with the other two versions. While your mind is wracked with pleasure your heart mourns, it seems no matter what version of Vash exists they still end up injured and you can only assume it’s from letting their enemies live. 

Turning your head to lavish a trail of wet kisses over the metal and scars you can see, Silver Vash digging his fingers into your hair and catching your Vash’s eye at your actions raising a brow. “She augh likes scars.” 

The muscles of your abdomen clenching while your Vash keeps thrusting away and you know you're close to another orgasm, starting to lose track of the number of them at this point. Head lolling against Silver Vash’s chest, whining and mewing while both of their hands keep trailing along your skin. With all the noises coming from you Gold Vash and Dark-haired Vash have switched their attention from one another to you. 

Sharing a look and a nod both of them moving to join the action, Gold Vash ducking his head down to kiss you and your core is fluttering all along both of the cocks deep inside of you. Dark-haired Vash sliding his hand along your ass between your body and your Vash’s, the fingers of his prosthetic starting to circle the tight ring of muscles not being used. 

With all four of them involved you feel your brain starting to short circuit and your body following shortly after, gasping as you cum every fiber of your being going tight making the two Vashs inside of you cum as well. Your Vash slumping over your form panting against your skin as his breath washes over your sweat slicked back making you shiver. Eyes hooded as hazy as Gold Vash brushing his lips along your cheek and chin while you come down from your high. 

“I’m done” your Vash whimpers legs like jelly and his balls' feeling utterly drained, after that many rounds with you and the affections of the other versions of him. Dark Haired Vash squeezes him, assisting to pull his body upwards and nipping his earlobe.

“Relax, your little lady looks like she’s almost ready to tap out too.” Licking a long strip up the side of his neck and helping him to remove his softening cock from your body, raising his eyebrows at the amount of cum gushing from between your abused core. 

You groan at the sensation as one of the cocks inside of you is removed, core still spasming and moaning making Silver Vash shiver, sending a signal right to his softening cock to harden again. “You doing alright there?” Questioning you gently and trailing his fingers along your spine watch dark-haired Vash who still has it gaze squarely on your ass in the air and licking his lips. 

“Starting to feel tired” your voice hoarse even to your own ears, starting to feel the exhaustion from so much activity and hovering on the edge of being over sensitive. Blowing on the damp skin of his chest. 

“Can you manage one more round?” Dark-haired Vash has replaced your Vash behind you, his rock hard dick between your spread cheeks. His voice a low growl in your ear, and that growl sends a line of fire down your spine. “I’d like to pump a load into your ass if you’re up for it.” 

Moaning in response, knowing your body is relaxed enough “Yea, as long as I don’t have to move much.” Core clenching around Silver Vash as you answer. 

“Nah. We’ll move you little lady.” A soothing hand rubbing along your back before a set of hot lips ghosts along the nape of your neck. Equally warm hands moving your body the way he wants, starting to probe your but with his fingers making your core shiver and shake. It’s been a while since you’ve done any anal because of the conditions on the desert planet. Hard to keep a cock clean out in the sands and when you’re in a hotel you and Vash are more concerned with vaginal sex in comfort. 

Breathing deeply while trying to keep your body from tightening up at the pressure against your anus, sighing as one of his metal digits slips past the tight ring of muscles. “Gonna make you feel so good, little lady.” Gently working you other entrance open with his one finger thrusting in and out of you. 

Silver Vash distracting you as he starts to move his hips once more, a slow easy thrusting motion to make sure Dark-haired Vash isn’t disturbed from what he’s doing. One of his hands kneading your breast, thumb circling clockwise and counterclockwise on the outside of your areola, your body relaxing more and more senses in a haze. 

Dark-haired Vash adding a second finger to your ass, the muscles reacting negatively to the added intrusion soothing coos from his mouth at how well you’re doing, how you’re such a good girl for all of them. How he wants to take care of you, praising how responsive your body is, and you relax under his voice and warm palm, pulled under again by Silver Vash thrusting a little harder and pinching your nipple. Lost in a world made by the two of them. 

With your Vash blissed out and watching the show behind a sleepy expression, wanting to sleep but too enamored in the show being put on to risk letting slumber take him. Gold Vash turning his head back and forth from the man pressed to his side and the show in front of him, pumping his hard cock before moving to join the action. 

“Do you want to suck off one more Vash tonight?” Lifting your head at the question, licking your lips, feeling like you’re underwater as you wrap your hand around Gold Vash’s cock. Watching as your palm moves the skin encasing the hard flesh, hearing him moan, you feel so lazy with Silver Vash churning your core and Dark-haired Vash now carefully scissoring your ass. 

It takes effort and energy and you have no idea where you’ve pulled it from to push yourself up on one arm, leaning on your forearm which you use Silver Vash’s chest as a brace. Licking at Gold Vash’s dick, gasping when you feel Dark haired Vash breach your loosened ass with his hard cock, unaware you’re pussy is squeezing Silver Vash hard enough that he’s biting his lip to keep from cuming inside of you trying to delay his orgasm. 

“Fuck” Silver Vash throwing his head back and the veins on his neck prominent, taking heaving mouthfuls of air. “How do you feel so good little lady? I get why he keeps you around.” Panting as Dark-haired Vash keeps pushing his hips forward, adding to the pressure against the cock in your cum lined walls. 

Instead of answering him, you start sucking Gold Vash’s dick, wanting to feel three of them fill your holes at once. As if understanding that Dark-haired Vash starts to thrust inside of your ass, hands working your ass cheeks, grabbing the muscles and moving them around. Slapping the flesh and grinning as it turns a lovely shade of red, groaning as you relax more and he starts chasing his release. 

Silver Vash starts to buck up inside of you in tandem with Dark-haired Vash, as you moan around Gold Vash, the vibrations making him whimper. All of you are working to chase that high and when this orgasm hits you, you know you’re done for the night. As your pussy and ass clamp down hard enough to keep both Vash’s deep inside your body, hollowing your cheeks as you suck and taste cum as it spurts across your tongue. Pulling that cock from your mouth and closing your eyes as you keep pumping Gold Vash, warm fluid splashing across your face while two loads and pumped into your exhausted body. 

You whimper as that exhaustion catches up to you, body falling to the chest under you and Gold Vash’s cock slipping from your grip. He takes up his own cock, pumping the rest of his seed onto your body enjoying the sight of you drenched in the creamy substance between the other two Vashs. 

The weakest whimper as Dark-haired Vash shifts his hips to make sure his full load is deposited in your ass, a reminder for you in the coming days that all of your holes have been stuffed with plant seed. 

Silver Vash is still spurting inside your core when he uses his thumb to wipe the cum from your lips to kiss you, telling you how well you’ve done for all of them. 

Dark-haired Vash does all the work required to move your body off Silver Vash, his cock still inside of your ass as he shuffles you to the open arms of your Vash. Smiling as he’s happy to take you into his embrace, rubbing your hair and pressing quick pecks along your face as Dark-haired Vash finally removes his cock from your body. 

Unlike your Vash, you don’t care about the other Vash’s planning their next round with one another, instead answering the call of slumber and listening to the soothing heartbeat under your ear. 

You aren’t sure how long it is until you wake up again, encased in several limbs around your body, lifting your head to see Dark-haired Vash is the only other person awake. You and your Vash and in his lap, Silver Vash behind your back, his face leaning on your shoulder and you catch sight of Gold Vash draped across the body you’re most entangled with. 

“You alright little lady?” Dark-haired Vash keeps his voice low, trailing his fingers through your damp hair. 

“Sore.” Your voice is still hoarse and a little sore, your throat suffering a little from all the sucking you’ve done tonight. “How come you’re not sleeping?” 

“I can sleep when I get back to my dimension. I wanted to enjoy watching you sleep.” Something in his voice, a hint of nostalgia buried, his actions telling you there's more to his story. 

“I exist in your dimension.” You watch the light grow in his eyes, a soft chuckle. 

“Got it in one.” Taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “You’re safe in my dimension, working on something real important while I’m traveling with Wol- a friend to confront Knives.” You don’t miss the way he cuts himself off, a name of a person you haven’t met yet you can only assume.

“What could that version of me be doing to not be with you?” If she’s anything like you, she’d have fought like a wild beast to stay with him. 

He leans down, hand rubbing part of your body and you figure it out, neither of you need to speak to convey what he’s trying to tell you. Licking your lips as you catch his eye “You miss her?” 

“She would have wanted to join too.” A soft smile on his face and you get the hint, it seems all versions of Vash once they give their heart away love that person with every fiber of their being. Grinning you shake your head, your own face sporting a soft smile, leaning back down against your Vash and falling asleep again in no time. 

“I do. It’s been a few weeks but I do.” He still has your hand grasped in his, thumb rubbing along your knuckle.

“What would she think of this?” 

The next time you wake up, everyone is awake, the other versions of Vash getting dressed, and when Gold Vash catches sight of you sitting up he grins, closing the distance for a quick kiss. “It’s been fun, but we’re pretty sure it’s time to go.” Stepping away and back to the first location you saw him in. 

Silver moves in next, as he does the last few straps of his jacket up. A hand along your jaw before he steals a kiss as well. “I hope I can find you in my dimension, you’re pretty fun.” You snort as you give him a whack and he steps away, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Dark-haired Vash is the last of the visitors to see you and the most put together. Broken lips pressed against the corner of your mouth before a longer searing kiss. “Stay safe little lady, and don’t take any unnecessary risks.” Whispered low enough that only you can hear him. 

“You too. And tell your version of me she’s a lucky lady to have you.” A grin that seems to light up his sad blue eyes as he steps away, you’d kept your voice down just like he did.

“I will.” Your Vash wraps his arms around you, and like a fading image, the other three are gone.

“Well.” As the low light of the rising suns begins to lighten the room Vash pulls you down into the cum stained sheets. “That was different.” 

“Got that right.” The two of you fall asleep in each other's embrace. 

Hours later when you wake up again, you both run out through the windows, you’re not paying the cleaning bill for that room or trying to explain how there's that much cum around the sheets and floor. 

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Until next time

[enidsinclairaddamsthesecond]

You belong with her me Pt 2~ T.N x Reader

Yule Ball

Summary: Y/n has been just asked out to yule ball by her crush - Theodore Nott! Will she finally get the courage to reveal her true feelings for him? But first of all, will the popular heart throb like her back?

Warnings: Typical Theo, Singer!Reader.

Inspiration: Taylor Swift's You belong with me song from fearless album. ᯓ★

Authors note: Hey yall! Sorry for the late update, I have been really busy for the past few days, hope you understand. This is the first part . Let me know your comments down! Lots of love #A/N 💌

Tagged: @jetblackpayne and @m0rg4na and @lafrone

THE NIGHT BEFORE YULE BALL

y/n decided to tell Pansy the truth. Whats the point? She would ask her in a few mins anyway.

y/n POV

"Y/n!!!" Pansy pounced on me from behind as I entered the Slytherin common room. I sigh, now is the time I thought.

"girls got something to sayyy?" She asked teasingly. I acted as if I didnt know what she was talking about, but I knew this will not help me for long.

"ugh fine, I'll just ask, Who did you ask? Or did someone ask you out for the yule ball?" She smiled.

"Ok, I'll tell for that cute little puppy eyes of yours" I say mockingly for which she laughed out.

"someone asked me out" I say, trying to make her, lose her patience. "yeah… who is it?" "Theodore-" "NOTT!!!" she screams. "shhhh- yeah him! Keep your voice low will you?" I look up from her and scan the room to see if the tall boy was anywhere near. He wasnt.

"Ohh… I never knew that play boy had feelings for you" she laughs. I bite my lip. Oh Pansy, I would love it if that was true. Only if you know. I thought. "No no its nothing like that. He just wanted a girl-" "to come with him to the yule ball because he just broke up with Alexjandra? I got to know" She nodded. "But I didnt know he chose you!" she teases. I smile.

After a long pause.

"I wanted to tell you something Pansy, even if its kinda late, I-I… I have-" "feelings for Theo ever since year one? Well if that is the case, I know. By the way its way too late to tell that now" She fold her hands. I drop my jaw. How does she know everything? "well how do u know?" I question.

"Open your eyes y/n. I have been your friend for four years. I have always noticed your side glances, the way you change the topic if I ever talk about him, the way you get so nervous while approaching him, these signs, its obvious!" I blushed heavily. "why didn't you tell me then? Tell me that knew?" "I waited till you confessed by your own will" she smiled. I was still surprised. I pulled her in for a hug. "Thats what I call a soul friend" "whats even a soul friend mean?" she laughs as I hug her tighter. "Who did you ask out?" I ask. "Draco" she smiled. "well doesn't take me by surprise" I wink. "so we are matching green tomorrow?" "Yes! Ill show you my gown!" saying so, she pulled me up to the girls dorm.

YULE BALL

Theodore Nott's POV

Draco nudged me. "will you tell me who you asked out? I mean I have been waiting for that reply ever since yesterday!" "Dude she is Slytherin alright, calm down!" "ya who is she? The name I mean, to be more specific" he rolled his eyes. "You will know soon enough" I laugh at his impatience. "The fact that I already told I'm going out with Pansy" he grunts. I laugh. Pansy came out of no where behind Draco and surprised him. "How do I look Draco?" She asks, her cheeks flustered. "All the best you two" I wink at them. "All the best with y/n! break her heart, I'll break yours" Pansy threatened. Draco smiled. He knows now. And the pair left. I turn hoping to see y/n, instead it was Hermione, she came down the stairs and linked her hands with Krum. I roll my eyes. I hate both of them. My patience was running out. Where is she? I groaned. At the same moment, y/n came down from the stairs, holding the railing.

She wore a nude makeup barely visible. Or... it was her natural beauty. A green satin gown highlighting her thin frame. I was stunned to see the charming young women approaching me. Her eyes searched the hallway and finally landed on mine.

Y/n POV

I blush when I saw him staring back at me. I smile and approach him. "There you are!" "sì, bella mia" he says something in Italian, and takes my hand in his palm and kisses it. This isn't helping. I blush more. "what does that mean?" I laugh. "common lets go" he says smiling and I link my arms with his. We reach the hall, and sure there are many people as expected. "Where is that Marlowe?" he snarls searching for her. I get sad a little bit. "hey" I place both of my palms in his cheek and gently force him to look at me. A very brave move from me, indeed. "today, can it be just for both of us? Even if we are just acting and you know… at least we'll try to make each other happy and have some fun" I say smiling.

He returns my smile and his hands grab by waist and pulls me closer to him. "If you say so Amore mio!" he smiles and looks directly into my eyes. I caress his cheek when all of a sudden and hand yanked me away from him. I gasp and see who the intruder of my dream moment was. Alexjandra Marlowe.

"Theo! How can you choose a trash bag to replace me!" she whines. "look we are meant to be together, its written in the stars darlings!" cringe I taught. Theo pulls his arms out of her grasp and says in a dangerously low voice;

"leave us alone jerk. You have no right calling her a trash bag, well actually your mind is peice of shit which should be kicked out in the trash can first. And touch my girlfriend like that, I'll kill you" he growls and with a fraction of a second he grabs my face and places a peck gently near my lips" He pulled my waist and glued the tiniest space between us and walked to the center of the hall. "Want to dance?" he asks. "with you? Ofcourse!" I smile. The music plays and everyone starts dancing to the beat. "you'v got nice moves y/n" "haha thanks-i used to be a dancer" We danced like there was no end. But we took a break to get a drink. "well played" he compliments me grabing a drink for himself and hands me one. "Thanks!" I smile. The music stops all of a sudden. "Well seems like there is a glitch- would anyone like to volunteer to sing meantime?" Madame McGonagall says. A hand raises up almost immediately. "That hand seems familiar" I mumble to my self. Pancy?! I never knew she could sing! The mic was passed to her; "well I dont know how to sing actually" she giggles, "thaught so" I mumble to Theo, who laughed. "But I do know someone who is a singer here" she pressed the 'do'. Oh what is she plotting now? "y/n y/l/n!!! cheer her to come on stage!" I gasp and i blush as all eyes were now on me. Theodore nudged me to go; "common y/n! I wanna see my girl shining!" "Do you want me to leave you?" i quick whisper. "I want to see you on stage! Go on! Wait i'll walk you to stage" he winks. As he links his arms on mine. Everyones starts cheering!

Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! I was flustered as this was my first time i got too much attention. I go up on stage and wave at the crowd. I smile and laugh. Madame McGonagall hands me the mic.

This is my chance to reveal my feelings for him, I decided to sing the song I wrote; YOU BELONG WITH ME.Alright here we go…1..2..3

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do

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Part 3 coming up!

[young-royals-confessions]

Hello hello, it's anon from the flight! And how lovely it's this fandom that I got a moniker from an anon confession? I've read the messages and checked the reblogs and wow! I seriously didn't expect for my unhinged message to be this welcomed since I'm three years too late to this beautiful show! With this beautiful people and thank you so much to everyone who recommended me to listen to the Simon-not-actually-made-by-AI actor. AND SINGER! BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED. I'm still in disbelief he's real, like Omar Rudberg is so pretty AND has such a nice voice??? AND HE'S GORGEOUS and he's a great actor and UGH THE CHEMISTRY. With who I now know iis called Edvin and now I feel the need to see them acting next to eachother forever and ever, so much chemistry can't be wasted!! (looking at Netflix. I'm still so crossed I missed out of this beauty for three years wtf Netflix)

SO I binge watched the second season, patience isn't my name, and WHAT THE FUCK. Was not prepared for that rollercoaster. I gotta be honest, I almost stopped watching and went to sleep halfway through the season like ugh I fucking hate that Marcus dude, sure in the end I understand why he was a necessary evil for the plot but I fucking hate love triangles. I was a teenage girl during the height of love triangles in tv shows, I hate them. But I hate August the most. I think of his face and feel enraged.

BUUUUUUUUUUT UGHHHH. THE LOVE BETWEEN SIMON AND WILLE. That overpowered everything. Seriously, how am I supposed to be functional after being a witness to their valentine's ball kiss? And Simon's song? (Which I have been obbsessively listening on repeat WTF I understand nothing but I can feel FEEL the meaning on my bones. This beautiful dude's voice wtf. I can understand Wille's obsession, I'm practically obsessed too now wtf)

AND THE END OHMYGOD. A BALM FOR MY SOUL. I was kind of hoping to get heartbroken AGAin for shit and giggles but noooo, I got the best ending and I'm trying to not be too spoiler-ey since I'm sure I'm not the only human being living in this planet called Earth who's unaware the most perfect TV show exists and it's called Young Royals and beautiful people are in it to everyone taste no matter your sexual orientation (like hello Felice too!)(still shocked Omar Rudberg is a real person and not generated by artificial intelligence, maybe I'll be convinced after some proper sleep time, but for now he's too beautiful to be real. Not even exaggerating and I'm really good at that okay!)

I'm still processing the second season, I took a nap after I finished but I'm still tired since I cried and laughed and was left with the biggest smile in my face (and I also was in an 8 hour flight!) and then went to youtube and saw a clip from season 3 AND OMFG THESE TWO DUDES ARE TOO PRETTY FOR WORDS. Happiness and love look wonderful in Wille, like the literal heart eyes he's delivering there? That's how I feel when I see Simon too. Relatable character is relatable. What can I say about Simon without sounding crazy except I need to protect him at all costs??

I don't know what else to say except THANK YOU for reading me and thank you to everyone who has been nice to me in the comments even when I'm still anon, it means the world to me. I hope I'll be more coherent after eight hours of sleep and I won't be too embarrassed reading my own message tomorrow lmao and I don't know how I'm going to survive until 2024 for season 3, I'm sitting here taking notes for that too! I already know the answer it's fanfics so I'll be checking AO3 but also analysis? Meta? how are you guys for real? I was expecting a teenage fandom with just vibes but I guess I was wrong. And I love it. As much as I love the show and Simon and Wille's relationship and I gotta be honest, Omar Rudberg's face and voice. UGH.

Thank you so much for reading me again and for everyone who has left messages for me, I'll freak out more once I get some proper sleep!

Thank you and I'm sorry again XOXO

YAY thanks for coming back!! 💜💜💜

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere male crown prince x top male knight reader

Tw: yandere, abuse of power, reincarnation

Crown prince name: akaru

Don't expect much since both of the are sorta trash

"The fiance I want is my knight"

Later that night

You drag the prince back to his bedroom and help him change his outfit since all the maids and Butlers are cleaning up in the ballroom

"What the f*ck are you doing, u know I already have a fiancee and I don't f*cking love you"

"You will in due time but as your prince you can't say no to me if you don't want your fiAnCeE to rot on the city square"

You were speechless, he never used his authority on you even when you were first appointed to him "fine, give me a year to finalize all of this" "Ok, but you will stay in the palace and sleep with me every day" "Every month" "Every two days" "Every 3 weeks" "Ugh fine, every week" With a heavy heart you accepted it because you know he won't go any higher "Very well I shall pack my stuff and move in to the servant quarters"

He looked shocked you even suggested that "No! you will stay in my room and sleep beside me every day and once a week f*ck me till dawn" How does he know all this even you don't even know "Very well, I shall move in with you" "My prince" Huh? "That's what you will call me starting today" "Why" "Because I said so silly now go and pack you stuff I want you back here in three hours"

With a nod I left, truthfully I was reincarnated the day before being appointed as the prince personal guard, this world is in a novel called "my shining lover" Which is why the crown prince name can mean bright, tho this and that is never bright, my character was the cold but loyal knight, the one who kidnapped the FL, the one who murdered under his orders but in the end as a scapegoat to look heavenly in the FL's eyes the crown prince killed him.

That's why I try to be nice and not cold to other people and even the prince, but I think that's why he became obsessed with me. But I will wait for the FL to come so he's gonna be obsessed with her not me and she will show up in 6 months

A few days later

"My love, I think tonight is the night we f*ck" He remember this but not where is books and paper are "Very well my prince"

That night

"My love~, I'm ready for you 8 inch, uncut, slightly to left, 6 inch girth dick" HOW THE F*CK DOES HE KNOW THIS. "My love~, come one don't be so surprised your soul mate knows this"

Ok...

A few minutes later (I don't know how to start this so bear with me)

"OoOh hi youroO dick issumuch" "More more more Aahhh" F*cking hell His keeps me to fully get out and it's like a vice, I can't get enough it sooo f*cking good I can fuck this till tomorrow

Tomorrow

F*cking hell he's still tight after filling him up till he looks pregnant but good does he look eternal. With the nth time I come and him barely awake I bring him to the bathroom and clean all the cum from inside him and he still tries to keep them all in just like I ask him to last night but o well

A few month later

Crown prince POV

Where is my love, it's been a week and I want to fuck tonight.

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WHO IS THE B*TCH HE'S CARRYING HE WON'T EVEN CARRY ME LIKE THAT

Normal POV

You brought back the FL that was injured at the woods where you hunt for food as the prince wanted boar tonight.

After putting the FL in the Royal doctor's office

You bring the prince back to the bedroom

"Who the f*ck is that" "It's a she not that and her name is Saku" "Do i give a fuck who her name is I want to know why you hold her soo gently" "My prince I think you should stop that" You grab roughly at the Blackish purple magic in the air "Oouhh" He is on his knees now cumming and pissing at the same time "ho-how do you now" he said while trying to look seductive and it's working "my mother is a witch, the red witch, and I know you 'mother' was the Royal sorcerer"

"I also know you won't like Saku at all so I decided that we will get married in a month and I already gave my annulment letter(you put in a Temporary annulment at first) to my fiancee. Now get on the bed and accept your punishment for thinking you could get away with using magic to harm people"

With that the crown prince tried to remove his clothing as fast as possible and ripping almost all his clothing but he didn't care all he cared about is the marriage and the punishment. You thought of something bad enough he'll be satisfied for the whole month

"you are taking too long slut" "I-I'm sorry I won't ask for a safe word" "Use the old safe word, got it?" "hmm~, yesh" (I know this is a bit cringe but I did this a few weeks days ago so not really the same)

In the end I decide so spank him with a broom full of splinters he forced a maid to use such a beautiful red color. The rest was just edging till he came so hard he passed out but oh well

200 years later

You can't believe in the end you had 50 children but that doesn't matter when you have a beautiful wife and a strong kingdom but your time has come

You wonder what will happen when you treated him differently

With that you draw your last breath and closed your eyes

You awoke in the past the same as before but how will you treat him?

[fishfishiee]

click, step, click, step.

summary: in which your ankles make clicking noises and the woes it brought you. Tighnari's just here to laugh.

content: tighnari x gn!reader, forest ranger!reader

a/n: I never knew how noisy my ankle was until I walked around in a quiet library. I thought clicking ankles are something you just have (since my mom's ankles also click when she walks around) but apparently it can be caused by previous injuries. I did twist my ankles quite a lot a few years ago, so I guess that explains it. Anyone else with clicking ankles?

A few days ago, a spooked traveler reported that a pack of rishbolan tigers was lounging at one of the clearings near the village. So, Tighnari sent you to observe the pack and the nearby area. It had been four days since, but you still hadn't turned in any reports. You were a senior forest ranger, so this kind of assignment should take no longer than two days at most. The fact that you took this long to finish made him worried.

A pack of tigers usually move around the forest to 'patrol' their territory, but it had been more than a week since the pack had moved to the clearing and they showed no sign of moving away. This indicates that the pack might be running away from something. Had another withering spot appeared and drove away this pack?

Maybe he should accompany you tomorrow.

~*~

"You know you don't have to escort me like this, right? I promise I'll hand in the report this evening," you said, trying to convince him that you don't need his escort.

"I know," Tighnari said. "But you would've been done with this assignment days ago if you haven't encountered some problem. I'm just making sure it won't turn into a bigger one."

You winced. "I'm sorry it took this long."

"It's fine," he sighed. "Collei also said you've been coming back with scraps and bruises, so I was… worried."

Both of you continued to venture farther away from the hubbub of the village and into the forest's quieter surrounding. It was then that Tighnari noticed some… sound coming from you.

click, click, click

Tighnari glanced at you, eyeing your gears and equipment that ware strapped on your belt. Most of it were made from wood and some metal, but those shouldn't made that kind of sound. Where were those sound coming from?

"There they are," you said, snapping him out of his musing.

Tighnari can see five rishbolan tigers napping on and around a tree at a small clearing. The clearing was usually used by travelers to make a temporary camp, so it was rather troubling that the tigers claimed it as their territory.

"I'm going to get closer. Wish me luck this time!" you whispered.

You started to crouch a bit and walked slowly to the bush that was closer to the pack. Tighnari didn't see any stray branch that would alert them, so you should be able to--

clack!

Tighnari eyes landed on your foot, but there wasn't anything under it. Did that mean that sound came from your foot instead? The tigers instantly became alerted, and their attention zoned instantly on you.

"Ugh, not again! Nari, run!" You groaned and started pulling him away from the chasing beasts.

After the tigers lose interest in chasing both of you, Tighnari couldn't help but let out some chuckles seeing you huffed in frustration.

"You've been doing this for four days?"

"Shut up! Usually they would chase me for a while!" you complained, sitting down on a log to calm your racing breath.

"Well, did your ankles always makes that click-clacking noise?" Your frustration melted into confusion at his question.

"What noise?"

"Hm, try walking a few steps." He said, gesturing you to come his way.

You didn't last even a few steps before the click-clacking noise was heard coming from your ankle. Tighnari was outright laughing when he saw your face.

"My ankle!? All these time, it was my ankle that's been alerting them!?" You were mortified. Four days. Four days of being chased by tigers because they heard your ankle pop.

Needless to say, Tighnari was the one who finished the assignment instead. You've had enough of tigers for now.

[willalove75]

Could you write something where Rebecca and reader are fake dating and in one instance (for whatever reason) they have to kiss and because they both secretly enjoyed it they proceed to make up excuses to kiss each other more? Then maybe something happens that causes Rebecca to get jealous and make a public display which kind of forces them to confront their true feelings?

🥰🥰🥰

Love your work so much!

Oooh yes I love this! Thanks so much for the request!!💕

And thank you SO MUCH!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my stuff! If you have any more requests feel free to send them my way! 💕

You and Keeley walk into Rebecca's office carrying bags of takeout.

"Hello!" Rebecca says happily.

Keeley runs over to Rebecca and gives her a big hug.

"Oh I haven't seen you in so long!" Keeley says.

"I know, now that you have your own PR firm you're too busy for me!"

Keeley gives Rebecca a pouty face and you walk over.

"Hi y/n!" Rebecca says as she goes to hug you.

"Hi Rebecca!" You say as she pulls you in for a hug.

"Let's eat, I'm starving!" She says.

The three of you make yourselves at home on her couch and have lunch.

"So what are you two up to this weekend?" Rebecca asks.

"Well, tomorrow night we're meeting up with some of my friends, including my ex and his crazy pretty new girlfriend." You say.

"Oh shit, that's tomorrow?" Keeley asks.

"Oh no," You say.

"Shit! I have a shoot tomorrow night! Oh y/n I'm SO sorry I totally forgot that was tomorrow!!" She says with disappointment.

"Keeleyyyyyy" you groan. "Fuck I can't go alone!"

"Why not?" Rebecca asks.

"Because her ex's new girlfriend is hot as fuck and she doesn't want to look like a total loser showing up to this big shindig alone." Keeley says.

"Pretty much. We still have a lot of friends in common and last time I saw the two of them I was alone and it was horrible!" You say. "Keeley was going to be my fake girlfriend for the night." You look over at her.

"I'm so sorry I feel so horrid!" She exclaims. "Wait! I have an idea! Rebecca, do you want to take my place and be y/n's fake girlfriend tomorrow?"

"Oh god you don't have to- I mean if you want to you can but I'd feel terrible dragging you into this." You say.

"Pleaseee take my place tomorrow night!" Keeley begs Rebecca donning puppy dog eyes.

Rebecca thinks about it for a minute and finally says

"Fuck it, why not! I have nothing going on tomorrow night anyway.”

"Really?" You ask with wide eyes. "You know she meant like girlfriend girlfriend, not just like a friend who's a girl, right? I just want to make sure before you agree and then realize it's not what you expected."

"Yeah why not, I think it'll be fun!" She says.

"Oh it's gonna be so good!!" Keeley says. "Ugh now I really wish I was going just to see his stupid face when you walk in with one of the hottest women in London!"

The three of you laugh and you give Rebecca some details and continue your lunch. You guys pack up and get ready to head out and say your goodbyes.

"Byeee!" Keeley says hugging Rebecca.

"By love." She says back.

"Bye, thank you so much, seriously, I really owe you for this!" You say giving her a hug.

"Not a problem at all! But drinks are on you." She says with a laugh.

"That's totally fair." You say.

The next day comes around and your nerves start to kick in, it was one thing when it was Keeley that was going to be your fake girlfriend, she's one of your best friends. Even though you've gotten to know Rebecca really well, you still don't know her as well as you know Keeley and you hope it doesn't go sideways.

You get ready for the night and the group chat with all of your friends that will be there starts exploding with "I'm so excited to see you all!" "I can't wait for you to meet my new boyfriend!" and the like. One of your best friends, Callie, sends a message to the group chat.

"I heard y/n has a new friend she's bringing tonight 👀😜"

The group chat goes nuts, thank god you didn't tell anyone who you were taking with you before Keeley canceled or this would get real weird real fast. You reply to the chat

"Mayybeeee 😉"

A bunch of your friends heart react to it and you notice one person give it a thumbs up, you check to see who it was and it was from your ex, Brian.

"Well, here goes nothing." You think to yourself.

You get a text from Rebecca saying that she's here and you walk out of your flat and get into her car.

"Hi! You look beautiful!" She says as she leans over the center console to give you a hug.

"Hi! Thank you so much for doing this, seriously you really didn't have to."

"Of course! I couldn't let my girl go alone!" She says as she playfully nudges you.

You talk about who's going to be at the restaurant and giving Rebecca cliff notes of who each person is. You pull up and you both get out of the car. She looks stunning, a tight red dress that hugs her body perfectly. It looks like it was made custom to show off every amazing curve on her body, you actually wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

Before you walk into the restaurant you pause and take a deep breath, Rebecca looks over at you, sensing your nerves.

"We're gonna kill it." She says with a smile.

You smile back at her and she holds her hand out, you grab it and you walk hand-in-hand into the restaurant.

You walk to the back room where everyone has gathered and you hear cheering and excitement when you walk in.

"Y/n!!" Callie says as she runs over to hug you. "Oh I missed you so much oh my god!!" She squeezes you tighter.

"I missed you so much too!" You squeeze her back.

Callie looks over at Rebecca and back at you and gives you a nod of approval.

"Cal, this is Rebecca. Rebecca, this is my best friend Callie."

"It's so great to finally meet you!" Callie says.

"It's so great to finally meet you as well!" Rebecca says as they shake hands.

Another friend calls Callie over and she excuses herself, as she walks past you she says with a smirk

"Damn girl, look at you."

You give her a look as she continues to walk away.

"Sorry," you say to Rebecca as you blush.

"Oh don't be, at least we know it's working." She says with a giggle. "Come on, I want to meet the rest of my girlfriends friends." She says with a wink.

You go around the room and introduce her to your friends and their partners, no one can seem to keep their eyes off of Rebecca. You hear whispers of "no way", "damn, good for her" and so on.

You feel really awkward interacting with your friends, worried about doing something that would make Rebecca uncomfortable. As you're talking to some friends you feel her slide her arm around your waist and you look up at her. She can feel your nervousness and gives you a comforting look, you relax a little and lean into her as she pulls you closer.

You start feeling more comfortable, you and Rebecca start flirting like a real couple would, sometimes you have to remind yourself that it's not real and you're both just playing a part.

About 30 minutes after you arrive you hear more cheering as someone else walks in and you hear someone yell

"Brian's finally here! Now the party can really start!"

You freeze when you hear his name and you're flooded with nerves. Rebecca must have picked up on your anxiousness because she turns you towards her and holds your hands as she looks into your eyes.

"You're okay," she says with a comforting smile. "We got this." She pulls you in for a hug. You relax into her arms and you feel her place a kiss on the top of your head as she holds you. Your anxiousness turns into butterflies in your stomach and you try to ignore them.

"It's not real." You think to yourself.

You take her hand and lead her towards the front of the room. Through the crowd you see Brian, looking as handsome as ever, with his obnoxiously gorgeous girlfriend Olivia.

"Wow, she is beautiful." Rebecca whispers to you.

"Yeah I wasn't kidding, it all makes much more sense now doesn't it?" You say with a small laugh.

"It sure does." She looks down at you. "But we look hotter than them anyway." She gives you a wink and a playful smile.

You feel your cheeks blush and the butterflies flutter in your belly again as you hear someone calling your name.

"Y/n!" You look up to see Brian calling you over.

You shake off the butterflies and walk over with Rebecca.

"Hey Brian! How are you?"

He pulls you in for a hug and you get a whiff of his cologne. You immediately notice that it's the one you bought him, your favorite scent. You feel the pain in your heart and try to ignore it.

"Good, you remember Olivia, right?" He asks.

"Of course," you turn to her. "Hey, how have you been?" You give her a hug.

"I've been well! How about you?"

"Good," you turn to Rebecca. "Brian, Olivia, this is Rebecca," you pause for a moment and look at her, she looks down at you and her eyes sparkle. "My girlfriend." You look at her proudly. "Rebecca, this is Brian and Olivia."

"It's so lovely to meet you both." Rebecca says shaking their hands.

She pulls her hand back and places it on the small of your back.

"Nice to meet you." Brian says. "You know I was surprised when you said you were bringing someone y/n. I didn't know you were seeing everyone."

"Yeah," you say, unsure of how to respond.

"We've been together for a few months now, but I was the one who wanted to keep quiet about it for a bit," Rebecca interjects. "And y/n was so patient with me, so as soon as she told me about this event, I figured it was the perfect time to officially meet everyone."

"Damn she's good at this." You think to yourself.

You think you see a hint of jealousy on Brian's face when Rebecca speaks, he puts his hand around Olivia's waist and pulls her in closer as they chat.

"Well love," Rebecca says, looking down at you. She gently pushes a stray hair out of your face and her thumb caresses your cheek. "I think it's time for a drink, what do you think?"

"I think so." You say, looking up into her eyes.

You both maintain eye contact for an extra second as you get lost in her gorgeous green eyes. The butterflies in your stomach get riled up again as you look at her, you look away back at Brian and you can clearly see, he's jealous.

You say goodbye to Brian and Olivia and lead Rebecca to the bar. You both order drinks and as promised, you pay for them. You find some empty chairs and take a seat at one of the tables filled with people you know, including Callie, and start chatting.

"So Rebecca, how did you two meet?" Callie asks with a raised eyebrow.

You look over at Rebecca, she sees the worry in your eyes. You just realized you guys never discussed this and you're terrified your cover is going to be blown. Rebecca looks back into your eyes and smiles and looks over at Callie.

"Well, y/n is great friends with one of my best friends, Keeley Jones," the table is a little star struck at the name drop, everyone knows who Keeley Jones is. "And we all went out for dinner one night and we got on really well. I thought she was beautiful and asked for her number and from there we spent more and more time together and we decided to give this a shot." She holds your hand and looks at you lovingly.

The table "aw's" at the two of you and you lean in closer to her, still holding hands.

The night goes on, you order more drinks and chat and have fun with your friends. You end up at a table with James, Brian's best friend, Brian, Olivia, Callie, her boyfriend and a few others. James is pretty wasted and starts to question your relationships.

“Y/n, I don’t fuckin believe for a second that you’re actually dating the owner of AFC Richmond. Can you fuckin’ believe that mate?” He says to Brian.

"How do you-" You begin to ask.

"How the fuck do I not?! Richmond is in my blood!" He says as he turns around, pulls his shirt off and shows off a Greyhounds tattoo on his shoulder.

Brian definitely doesn’t look thrilled, but shrugs him off.

“Shut up James, you have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say defensively.

“You’re fuckin’ lying, I bet she’s a fake date.”

Your face gets red, both with embarrassment and anger and look over at Rebecca. She looks calm and unbothered, she holds your hand and strokes the back of it with her thumb.

“James what the fuck do they have to do to prove to you they’re together, make out in front of you? You're ridiculous.” Callie argues back.

“Actually,” James says with a smirk “that’s exactly what they’d have to do.”

“Oh fuck off James. I don’t even know why you were invited. No one here besides Brian even fucking likes you.” You say.

“If you were a real couple, you wouldn’t fight it.” He says back.

You look over at Rebecca with fear in your eyes. She smiles at you as the rest of the table chimes in.

“I mean he’s not wrong!” “Just kiss her she’s your girlfriend.” "James shut the fuck up."

You look over at Callie, she senses your nervousness, but only thinks it’s because of them hounding you both to kiss.

“You don’t have to and I wouldn't blame you because he's an absolute knobhead, but it will shut him up and he won’t keep saying this shit for the rest of the night. It's up to you.” Callie says.

You turn back to Rebecca, you have no idea what to do, she can tell immediately that you’re freezing. She adjusts her chair to face you more and tucks a piece of hair gently behind your ear, leaving her hand resting on your cheek, and looks into your eyes.

“It’s okay,” she says gently with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You ask back.

She nods and you study her face for a minute, trying to find any sense of hesitation or discomfort. You find neither, she's either one of the best actresses you've ever seen, or she's genuinely okay with this.

You take a deep breath in and she pulls you into her. You don't think you've ever been this nervous before as you lean into the kiss. Your lips meet and the first thing you notice is how soft and warm her lips are. The sounds of the restaurant are suddenly muffled, you feel your body relax as a warmth runs through you and the butterflies in your belly go crazy. You're not sure if it's the butterflies or nerves, or maybe something else entirely, but you feel sparks between your lips as they meet. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils as you kiss, so elegant and heavenly. The façade you two have built crumbles as your bottom lips slides between hers. You bring your hand up to her face, your fingers resting on her smooth skin, you pull her in closer and she puts her other hand on your leg. She gently licks your lips and you part yours, your tongues quickly caress each other and you feel like you're floating . She gently sucks on your bottom lip as you part and you feel like the air in your lungs was stolen from you for a moment.

You notice your heart is beating so fast you think it's going to explode, you're a little afraid to open your eyes as you part and see her upset or turned off. You gain up the courage and open your eyes and meet her gaze. She's looks a little surprised, but her lips are curved into a satisfied smile.

"Is this real?" You ask yourself.

The entire world around you vanished for a moment and you're suddenly jolted back when you hear the commotion from your kiss.

You look back to the table and you look over at Callie, who has the biggest smile on her face, James looks shocked, and Brian isn't even looking at the two of you, he doesn't look happy.

Rebecca glares at James and he says nothing as he slinks away, you and Rebecca look at each other and laugh.

"Holy shit." Callie says looking wide-eyed at the both of you. "That was the hottest kiss I think I've ever see in my entire life."

You and Rebecca laugh and you rest your head on her shoulder.

With James taken care of, everyone's convinced that you two are together without a doubt and the night continues.

You notice that the flirting between you and Rebecca becomes effortless, you both putting your arms around each other, your hand rests on her leg, she touches your arm occasionally, like you're really a couple.

You get up to go to the bathroom and she pulls you in for a quick kiss before you walk away. You're definitely surprised, but very much into it. You feel the sparks again as your lips meet and the butterflies go nuts. You gently bite your lower lip after you part and you head off.

You make your way back and walk up to Rebecca sitting at the bar.

"There she is!" Rebecca says with a smile.

"I hope you didn't miss me too much!" You playfully respond.

You put your hands on her hips as she drapes her arms around your shoulders, you look into each others eyes and you get lost in hers for a minute. You're brought back to Earth when the bartender puts two drinks down on the bar. You hop into your seat and you both enjoy your drinks.

Callie runs up to you and pulls you off of the stool towards the dance floor.

"Come on!" You say to Rebecca, grabbing at her hand.

"Oh no, I don't dance. But go! I'll hang out here." She replies with a smile.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely!"

You kiss her again before you head off and like the previous kisses, sparks ignite when your lips land on hers. You smile as you look into her eyes and she looks like she's beaming. At this point, you're really not sure if you're pretending anymore. You head off to the dance floor and dance with your friends.

A slow song comes on and Callie's boyfriend steals her away and you go to walk off of the dancefloor. Brian slides in front of you and grabs you to dance, his movements as smooth as butter.

"What are you doing?" You ask with a laugh.

"What, I can't dance with my ex?"

"Usually that's pretty frowned upon."

"Ah, well, I was never one to follow the status quo."

"I'm sure your girlfriend would beg to differ."

He laughs and you're immediately transported back to when you were dating. You loved his laugh, it never failed to make you smile even when you didn't want to.

"So how you doin' y/n?" He asks.

"I've been good, how have you been?"

"Not bad, not bad at all."

He spins you and pulls you back into him. You catch a glimpse of Rebecca sitting at the bar and you can tell something changed.

"How's your girlfriend? You know I was surprised when I heard you had a girlfriend."

"She's wonderful, and I don't know why, you knew I liked girls." You say, rolling your eyes. "Speaking of girlfriends Brian, your girlfriend Olivia is going to kill the both of us if she sees us dancing. What's going on?"

"And your girlfriend won't?" He asks with a smirk.

You look over his shoulder and Rebecca has turned her back to you both, leaning on the bar.

"She very well might." You give him a look.

"Nothings going on, I just wanted a chance to talk to you by ourselves for a minute, I miss our talks." He says sincerely.

You sigh and give him a look.

"I do too, but, we broke up, we've both moved on,"

"Why can't we be friends?" He says cutting you off.

"I'm not saying we can't, but I am saying we cannot slow dance alone. Go get your girlfriend and bring her out here before she leaves you too." You give him a playful smirk and twirl away from him and head towards Rebecca.

"Hey," you say, sitting next to her.

"Hi."

You notice she's looking down into her drink, slowly swirling it in her glass, she doesn't look up at you.

"Hey, are you okay?" You ask concerned.

"Yeah," she says and pauses for a moment, watching the mixed drink swirl around. "Actually, I don't know."

"What happened?" You put your hand on her arm, worried that something happened when you were with Brian.

She looks up at you, there's a sadness in her eyes you immediately pick up on.

"Rebecca," you look into her eyes, worried about her. "What happened?"

"Nothing," she says shaking her head. "Nothing, I'm fine actually."

"You're definitely not."

"Ohhh trouble in paradise!" James says a little too loudly.

"Shut up James, Jesus, don't you have anything better to do?"

"Nope." He says, keen on watching this play out.

You push him away and Rebecca gets up and goes to walk away. You grab her arm and gently pull her towards you as you stand.

"Rebecca," you look up into her eyes, desperate to know why she's upset.

She looks away from your gaze, you see her looking over at Brian dancing with a visibly unhappy Olivia and you realize why she's upset. You know she's not acting, she's not playing the "jealous girlfriend" part, seeing you two together genuinely upset her and your heart breaks when you realize what's going on.

"Oh god," you pull her closer to you and your hand slides up to her cheek. She looks back at you, the hurt in her eyes makes you want to cry. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't- I didn't realize-" You're lost for words, tears well up in your eyes, the guilt eats away at you, even though you didn't know for sure that she had feelings for you.

"I know," she says and looks away. "I didn't either but- when I saw you- when we-" She looks back into your eyes and takes a deep breath. "I can't do this anymore." She says quietly, her eyes becoming glassy.

"I'm so sorry, I never would have- I didn't- fuck!" You look away as a tear rolls down your cheek. You look up into her eyes, a few tears fall onto her cheeks and you wipe them away. "It's okay."

You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in for a hug, she hesitates for a second, but tightly wraps her arms around your waist. You place on hand on the back of her head and hold her close.

"I don't want to pretend anymore." She whispers into your ear as you hold each other.

"Me either." You whisper back. "I feel like I stopped pretending hours ago. I just didn't know that you- I'm so sorry."

"I stopped pretending after that first kiss."

You pull back and look into her eyes.

"I thought I was crazy, that I thought there was- I just told myself it was nerves."

She shakes her head, you wipe away a few more tears and hold her face in your hand. You see sadness and fear in her eyes, neither of you expected this to happen when you agreed to come here as fake girlfriends.

You pull her into you and kiss her, you feel her wrap one had around your waist and the other slides up your shoulder blades as you hold her face. Her lips salty from her tears, you gently lick her bottom lip and she opens just enough for your tongue to slide in. She caresses your tongue with hers and kisses you harder, you've never felt so connected to someone else when you kissed them. She pulls away, the tears on her face dried, you look into her eyes and the fear and sadness is gone. You let out a sigh of relief and notice that a lot of the people around you stopped and watched. You feel your cheeks get red and Rebecca whispers into your ear

"Come with me."

She grabs your hand and leads you away without saying another word. She takes you outside and brings you to her car in the carpark. She opens the back door and gets in and pulls you in after her. You shut the door, as soon as you turn to face her she kisses you again. She pulls away, holding your face in her hands and looks into your eyes.

"We needed to talk without anyone else around. And I just needed to know that it wasn't-"

"It wasn't." You say, looking back into her eyes.

"I can't pretend that I like you, not when I care about you so much. I'm so sorry I got upset but watching you dance with him, it did something to me that I wasn't expecting and it terrified me."

"I don't want to pretend anymore either, I thought I was crazy for thinking that there was something between us after that first kiss so I had to convince myself it was just nerves. But I kept forgetting we were pretending, it felt so real. I wanted it to be real."

Rebecca pulls you into her and your lips meet again, the sparks more intense now than they have ever been. She pulls you into her lap and you straddle her in the backseat of her car. She gently digs her nails into you as she grabs handfuls of your dress, you slide one hand to the back of her head, you run your fingers through her soft blond hair and hold onto it. You feel your heartbeats become one as your tongues explore each others mouths. Small moans escape as both of you gasp for air between kisses, the moment becomes more and more intense the longer you kiss.

The kiss slows as you both hold each other close, both of you panting trying to catch your breath. You feel her soft lips brush against yours, her eyelashes gently caressing your cheek when she closes her eyes. You feel her warm breath on your face, she loosens her grip on you but still firmly holds onto your hips. You pull back and look into her eyes, glimmering in the dimly lit carpark and you can't help but smile as you look at her for a minute.

"So, no more pretending." You say breaking the silence. "It's for real this time, right?"

She gently kisses you again and looks into your eyes.

"Right."

You kiss her once more before you get out of the car. You two walk hand-in-hand back into the restaurant and reclaim your seats at the bar.

"Is everything okay?" Callie slides up next to you and quietly asks.

"Yeah, everything is fine." You say back.

"Are you sure? Because it didn't look fine five minutes ago." She glances over at Rebecca.

"Yes, it was just a misunderstanding, but we got it sorted, I promise. Everything is good now, probably better than it was before honestly." You say with a smile.

"Okay, just wanted to make sure."

You give her a hug and turn your attention back to Rebecca. You grab her hand and kiss the back of it, holding it against your cheek. She smiles at you and nuzzles into you, a newfound sense of peace washing over you both.

Another slow song comes on and Rebecca's attention is immediately grabbed.

"Oh I love this song!" She says.

You get up out of your chair to guide her to the dance floor, she hesitates for a minute.

"Come on baby, dance with me, just this one." You say with a smile.

She gets up and pulls you into her and kisses you.

"I love hearing you call me that."

You both head to the dance floor, your hand around her waist, hers around yours and your other hands gently clasped together, you sway to the beat of the song. You lay your head on her chest while you move as one and listen to her steady heartbeat. The room around you vanishes as you close your eyes, letting the rhythm guide you. You open your eyes and look up at her, her green eyes shining as the lights reflect off of them. She looks down at you with a smile, looking deeply into your eyes. Before you know it your lips are interlocked, you bring your hands up to her face and she places her hands on your hips. Your lips part and you rest your head against hers, letting the music continue to guide your movements. The song comes to and end and Rebecca gently twirls you and you spin back into her arms, your lips meeting hers once again.

You head back to the bar and close out your tab as the night comes to an end. You say your goodbyes to your friends and you see Brian, he gives you a nod and you return the action. You and Rebecca walk back to the car, hand-in-hand, your fingers interlocked and your arms gently swaying as you walk through the carpark.

You get into the car and she looks over at you.

"So, babe," she says with a smile. "Would you like to come back to my place?"

"I would love to, my beautiful girlfriend."

You both giggle as you lean in for a kiss. Rebecca puts the car in drive and pulls away.

Walking into the restaurant tonight, you never would have guessed that this is how your night would end, but you're more than happy about it.

[neverlookatthisblog]

Moments

"Fuckkk" you arched you back as jack thrusted his hips

Grabbing the back of your neck jack continued thrusting into you at a slow and sensual pace

"Shit- faster baby" you groaned moving your hips a little

Jack slapped your ass making you cry out as his thrusts became faster

"Shit this pussy so tight baby" jack grabbed ahold of your hips

"Ugh-I'm gonna cum" you grabbed the hotel bed sheets feeling your orgasm hit

"Cum for me" jack said making you groan out as you came he turned you over

"Baby can we take a break we literally have been going at it since we woke up" you breathe we're exhausted you layed in the bed

"Yea I guess I can let you have your little break jack said putting his clothes back on

"I gotta go meet up with Neelam anyways because we gotta talk about my next show" jack said kissing your cheek

"Okay that's fine I'm gonna go ahead and get in the shower " you kissed jack goodbye before going into the shower

•

You were peacefully sleeping you felt a dip on the bed next to you

You felt warm kisses on your neck which made you open your eyes

"Hey baby" jack said kissed along your neck making you smile

"Hii" you laughed as you leaned your head into his chest rubbing his back

"Did you sleep good"

"Yea I did" you stretch a little

"That's good that's good" jack said getting up you rolled you eyes

"What do you want" you said

"What do you mean" he just stood there awkwardly

"Every time you want something you stand there looking like the statute of liberty" you said

"Aye now lets not-" jack argued

"I'm for real what do you want" you laughed looking at him

"I just want you that's it" jack said still standing there

Without saying anything you crawled on the other side to where jack was you grabbed his face kissing his lips

"Lay on the bed for me" you said

"Do you want me to take anything off?" he questioned

"Yea take everything off"you said getting at off the bed

Jack did just that taken everything off he got comfortable on the laying his head on the headboard

"You're not safe either take that shit off" jack pointed you rolled your eyes taken off jacks shirt you were wearing you weren't wearing a bra so the only other thing you had to take off was your panties

You got on the bed kissing up jack thigh you stopped you at his dick grabbing it playing with his tip you smiled when you seen jack frown and throw his head back

"Stop playing" jack said

You spit on his dick before moving your hand up and down making jack groan

"Fuck just like that ma" jack moaned you lick the tip of his dick making him grab your hair roughly

"I'm tired of this fucking teasing"jack said letting go of your hair a little

"Now you know how I feel" you said continuing making him groan

"Please ma" jack said desperately you sighed before going all in you used your  hand for support stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth

"Shit" you felt jack push his hips which made him go further but not much into your mouth

You swirled you tongue around his tip "Mmm baby keep doing that shit fuck I'm gonna cum" jack bit his lips

You felt his dick twitch which meant he was about to cum

You took his  dick out of your mouth and stroked it jack grunted a couple of times

"I'm about to cum-"

"Come on Baby cum On my face" you stroking him face you knew he was about to cum you moved your face close to his dick sticking out your tongue you closed your eyes you felt his warm  cum splatter all over your face

"Fuck ma" seeing you with his cum on your face turned jack on even more than usual

He laughed before getting up to get a wipe he wiped your face for you

"Thank you bub" you opened you eyes smiling at him

"No thank you" he said kissing your lips you got back into one of his shirts and layed in the bed again

"Wait that's it" jack said a little disappointed

"Jack we have tomorrow no more tonight" you said

"He huffed " fine but tomorrow there's no breaks we're going all in"

"Okay whatever now shush up and watch the tv" you said jack rolled his eyes getting comfortable in the bed

[hairstevington]

songs that voices never share (2)

Deaf!Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve receives a letter from El and goes on a quest to fulfill her wishes. Along the way, he runs into Nancy as well as the intriguing metalhead that Steve can't stop thinking about, for better or for worse. (part 1 found here)

Warnings: Lots of angst, good babysitter Steve Harrington, use of ASL, appearances from a bunch of the kids, Steve and El are penpals and it's very cute

Word count: 3.6K

A/N: I am going to move this story over exclusively on Ao3, so please follow along there if you're interested!

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Chapter 2 - I'm getting further away

Steve wanted to go directly to Robin’s after dropping the boys off at home, but he forced himself to wait until they worked together the next day. It was after dark, and Mrs. Buckley wasn’t the biggest fan of teenage boys showing up at the house unannounced and distracting her daughter from studying.

Pssh. As if Robin didn’t distract herself most of the time. 

Steve had pulled his typical Harrington move a few times and snuck up to her window, which Mrs. Buckley didn’t love, but she accepted, as long as he didn’t step on any of the flowers in the garden when he did so - he learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway, Robin’s mom tolerated Steve’s excessive presence in Robin’s life because she was happy that Robin had a “handsome boyfriend.” While Steve was a year older and not in college, he still had a decent reputation in the town (somehow), and Mrs. Buckley approved of him, more or less.

He would have called her, but his hearing over the phone was hit or miss, and besides - he wanted to see her face when she found out. 

So, Steve went home. He went up to his bedroom (which Robin often called the torture chamber due to how poorly it was decorated and also the general vibes of Steve’s house being off), and he thought about Eddie.

Seriously. Eddie. Steve Harrington was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Eddie Munson. A total freak. The bane of Steve’s existence due to the fact that Eddie was actively replacing Steve in Dustin’s life. That Eddie. And all because of Tommy and Jonathan and Billy and the Russians all treating Steve like a punching bag until he started losing his hearing, and now that guy, Eddie Munson, was one of the only people Steve would be able to communicate with. 

Okay. So apparently Steve had gone from being excited to being angry about it. Funny how that works. At least Steve understood anger better than he understood…whatever the hell he’d been feeling before.

Eddie seemed to be, like, fluent. Steve wasn’t. He’d been practicing pretty much nonstop for three months, but that didn’t mean much. He could carry a conversation as long as people talked about very specific topics. And even then, Steve wasn’t sure he was signing half the words correctly. Books about ASL were great but not exactly the best way to learn a 3-D, visual language. 

The impending migraine he’d felt approaching over the course of the day was getting worse. It was probably going to rain tomorrow or something. That was a thing, right? Feeling achy and sore before a storm hits? Or was that only an excuse for when his mom didn’t want to do chores? He could have looked it up at any point, but he didn’t feel like it. Robin or Dustin would probably already know the answer, anyway. Who knows? Maybe Eddie would, too.

Ugh. Steve was sick and tired of feeling like the stupidest person in his life.

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The next day, Steve woke up and noticed an envelope had been slipped under his door. He rolled his eyes, consistently amazed at how his parents avoided trying to talk to their own son. Whatever. He walked over to grab the letter and noticed it was from El. 

It was kind of exciting, receiving a letter like that. The last time he’d gotten letters in the mail, they were rejections from colleges, so this was a lot more fun, even though he barely knew the girl. He opened the envelope and read it.

Dear Steve,

I do not know you very good well, but I want to practise writing. Will is helping me with grammer and spelling because I am not good at it. I am working on it and I think I will be good at writing soon. 

School is okay. It is nice to have friends, but the homework is hard. Joyce and Jonathan do not help me much. There is a woman at school who helps me. She is nice but she smells bad. Will told me it is something called perfume. I asked Joyce and she told me women wear perfume for dates. Why is Mrs. Vickers wearing it at school? Will says she likes Mr. Samson and that is why. But then I asked her and she said no and that he is married. 

I wrote Mike and Max letters too and they probably will get them at the same time you do. If you see them, can you make sure they have them?

I hope you are good. How are your ears? 

~ El Jane

PS: My name is Jane. Please call me that.

Steve smiled. There was something so endearing about it. El - er, Jane - was just a girl, and yet she’d saved a lot of people’s lives a bunch of times. She’d saved Steve’s life at that mall - that is, unless he dreamt that. It was right after he’d puked his guts from the truth serum shit so his memory was a bit faded. But he was pretty sure El threw a car across the room and then Jonathan sliced her leg open to get some wiggly thing out of her.

Jesus. That whole night was fucking wild. Why did nobody ever talk about it?

Anyway, it was Saturday, and the boys (Dustin, Lucas, and Mike) were hanging out in Nancy’s basement to do god knows what. Probably something nerdy. Although, Steve didn’t mind the nerdy shit as much now that he was friends with Dustin and Robin. Since Jane specifically asked Steve to check if Mike got his letter, and it’s not like Steve had anything else to do, he got in his car and headed to the Wheeler’s.

It struck him as he approached the driveway that Nancy could very well be in her own house on a Saturday afternoon, so he might see her. 

Idiot. 

Well, he couldn’t leave now, because Nancy’s Dad was totally paranoid and probably would have called the cops about a mysterious car pulling up and then driving away. Unless he was asleep on the couch or something, which he did pretty often. It was 50/50 with Ted Wheeler. Eh, more like 75/25.

Being at Nancy’s house was weird. He didn’t go there very often other than the occasional drop-off after Hellfire. He and Nancy were fine, in the technical sense, but still. She broke his heart and left him for Jonathan. They were exes.

Of course, she was the one who opened the door.

“Oh!” she said once she saw him. “Um, Steve! Hi! What are you doing here?”

Fair question.

“I’m looking for your brother.” Steve nonchalantly signed YOUR BROTHER as he spoke without even thinking about it. Nancy looked at his hands and pressed her lips into a thin line. She’d been acting extra weird around him ever since he’d told her about the hearing thing. She didn’t learn any ASL, she just stopped talking to him - which was fine, because it’s not like they had much to talk about unless the world was ending or something.

Which meant they probably still had at least a few months of silence between them before they were due for another apocalypse.

“I think so,” Nancy replied, looking behind her. “One second.”

Nancy walked ten feet closer to the basement door and yelled for Mike, who tumbled up the stairs and ran to the door so fast Steve wondered if Mike had considered joining the track team. Steve already supported Lucas joining the basketball team, and even helped him out before tryouts. Lucas didn’t need much training, though. He was a natural at basketball. 

Mike was huffing and puffing when he noticed it was Steve asking for him, and then his face fell. 

“DUSTIN!!!” Mike yelled behind him. “YOUR STEVE IS HERE!” Steve rolled his eyes. One good thing about talking to Mike was that he frequently yelled, which translated to a more normal volume for those who’d had ruptured eardrums. 

“I’m not here for Henderson,” Steve clarified. “I’m here because your girlfriend wants to know if you got your letter.”

“You - what?!” Mike exclaimed. “How did you know that - since when do you talk to El?”

The other good thing about talking to Mike was that he was relatively good at enunciating. This was especially helpful considering Mike signed BITCH instead of TALK. But hey, at least the kid was trying.

“Her name’s Jane, now, dude,” Steve corrected him. “And uhh - I dunno. She wrote me a letter too.”

Mike clearly did not like any of this. He crossed his arms and scoffed so dramatically Steve had to hold himself back from laughing.

“MOM!” Mike yelled. “DID I GET A LETTER?” There must have been a response in the background, because Mike looked like he heard one. He turned back to Steve and nodded. “Yup got it.”

“Great,” Steve replied. Unfortunately, only half his job was done. “Did Max get hers?” Mike shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he answered. Steve sighed.

“Okay,” he said. “Do you know where she lives?” Mike responded, but Steve couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he said. It looked like - “Frosties?” Mike shook his head and said it again.

“Forest Hills,” he clarified. Steve furrowed his eyebrows. 

“The trailer park?” he asked. Mike nodded. “Oh. Okay. Thanks.”

Steve always had a headache after talking to people, because he had to concentrate super hard to get what they were saying. It was getting old. He turned to go back to his car, but was stopped when Mike grabbed him by the wrist. Steve spun around and tried not to laugh at how hard Mike attempted to look menacing.

“Don’t hurt her, understand?” Mike demanded. At least he had one sign down - UNDERSTAND. Steve nodded, regretting that he taught Mike anything. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Steve responded. Jane could still kick his ass probably, even without her powers. 

He left for Forest Hills after that, feeling somewhat sad for Max. He hadn’t really talked to her much, so he didn’t fully know her deal, but he knew she grew up with a psycho brother and was angsty enough to take down said brother. Steve was knocked out cold for it, but Dustin had told him her attack involved using Steve’s nail bat to threaten Billy’s junk. 

Needless to say, Steve was kind of terrified of Max. 

All that said, Forest Hills was known for being - uhh - not the best place to live. It was relatively close to Steve’s house, and his dad warned him all the time growing up not to go there. He told him it was filled with the worst kind of people.

Then Steve grew up, and he realized his dad was among the worst kind of people, not the folks at the trailer park. 

It was just sad there. Even though people lived in the trailers, something about it felt empty at all times. Hollow. Miserable.

Steve realized he hadn’t asked which trailer belonged to Max’s family (idiot), but thankfully she was outside feeding the dog when his car pulled into Forest Hills.

She didn’t seem at all surprised by his arrival, or maybe she just didn’t care. It was probably the second one. 

“What are you doing here?” she asked after Steve got out of the car. She looked around her, and Steve could have sworn she saw a crack in her tough exterior. He wondered how many people knew this was where she lived now. 

The sky was cloudy. It would probably rain any minute. Steve’s head was pounding. 

It was at that moment Steve realized how ridiculous this whole mission had been. This girl who he interacted with like three times in his life wrote him a letter and asked him to check in on two other kids, both who Steve also didn’t have much of a relationship with, and he just…did it? Because he had literally nothing better to do on a Saturday?

Oof. He had no idea when he got so pathetic. 

“Steve?” Max called. Steve was too lost in thought to even respond, but within moments she was standing a foot in front of him. Despite being a lot shorter than he was, she still seemed tall. She signed, WHAT’S UP? He took a deep breath. 

“God, this is -” he said. “This is so stupid. Did you get El’s letter? I mean - uh - Jane’s letter?” 

Max’s gaze softened. 

“Is she okay?” she asked, slight fear in her expression. Steve nodded. 

“Yeah,” he answered. “She just uh - she sent me one, too. Asked me to check that you and Mike got yours.” 

At the mention of Mike, Max rolled her eyes. At least she and Steve had that reaction in common. She walked to the mailbox, opened it, and shuffled through the (many) envelopes inside.

“Jesus,” Steve exclaimed. “Someone’s popular.” Max didn’t react.

“I always forget to check,” she said casually in response. Steve wondered why she would be the one who had to check the mail, but didn’t press it. Max took one of the envelopes and held it in the air. “Here. Got it,” she said. 

Max was acting differently. She was never the most bubbly person, but she seemed even more tense than usual.

“You okay?” Steve asked, signing OK. Max nodded and signed FINE. As much as Steve knew she was definitely for sure lying (seriously, Steve was the King of pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t, he saw right through this shit), he also knew he wasn’t great at the whole emotions thing. 

“Be nice to El or I’ll kill you,” Max threatened. Steve shook his head. 

“Why is everyone saying that shit?” he complained. “Seriously, I just -”

Suddenly, there was a sound that Steve assumed was thunder. Max’s eyes focused on something in the distance behind Steve, then pointed at her ear and nodded towards the noise. When Steve turned around, he saw Eddie attempting to put a garbage bag in the metal dumpster and failing miserably. 

He turned back to Max, who looked at him expectantly.

“What?” Steve asked. She looked back at Eddie, then to Steve again. “You’re the one who lives here, you help him.” Max’s face crumpled with judgment. 

“I’m a child,” she explained, as if helping Eddie with his task was a preposterous thing for her to do. Steve rolled his eyes and turned back to the dumpster, which was now closed. Eddie was wiping his hands on his pants, triumphant. Then, he locked eyes with Steve.

Shit.

Usually, Steve could pretend he wasn’t able to hear someone if they were far away, and then he didn’t look like a dick when he didn’t talk to them. Unfortunately, Steve couldn’t use that excuse with Eddie. 

HERE WHY? Eddie signed from across the park. 

Steve wasn’t sure why he was so nervous all of a sudden. It sucked that every single time he ran into Eddie, he forgot all ASL he’d practiced and instead just looked like a total fool. Steve pressed his lips together and gestured to Max beside him. Eddie raised an eyebrow. 

Steve looked at Max panicked, and she looked back at him. 

“He knows ASL?” she asked, impressed. Steve nodded. “How?”

“Uhhh, his mom is deaf,” Steve explained. “Was deaf. She’s dead now.” Steve knew like three things about Eddie, and those were two of the things. Of course, those facts sounded incredibly tactless when repeated without context. 

“Steve, what the hell?” Max replied. “You’re being weird.”

“I know,” Steve replied in a hushed voice. He went to go back to his car, then noticed that Eddie was walking right toward them. Steve’s eyes widened. 

Okay, here goes nothing. 

“This guy bothering you, Red?” Eddie asked. He was using a sign Steve didn’t recognize, but he assumed it meant BOTHER. Steve crossed his hands in a similar way at his waist, as if doing it would sear the sign into his brain. 

“No,” Max said. “He’s fine.” She signed FINE once again. She was really getting her mileage with that one. 

Steve signed a question that was meant to ask if Eddie and Max had met already. Thank God he was actually able to express a coherent thought. He was pretty sure it was grammatically correct, too!

MEET, Eddie signed back. Steve cocked his head, so Eddie continued. “You signed DATE,” he explained. He closed his fists more and then repeated the motion. “This is how you sign MEET.” 

Okay, so Steve officially had to disappear forever. 

THANK YOU, he signed instead, resisting the urge to hop in the car. TWO-OF-YOU MEET HOW? This time, Eddie nodded in approval at Steve’s signing, which felt good. He was still humiliated, but at least he’d slightly redeemed himself.

Eddie signed a whole bunch of words Steve couldn’t really follow, but thankfully Eddie spoke anyway. 

“We’re neighbors,” he explained. “Also, her boyfriend is in my club.” Eddie was signing while he was speaking like it was nothing. Steve watched in awe. 

“Okay,” Max interrupted, unamused. “I’m gonna go inside before it starts pouring, but it was nice to talk to you both, I guess.”

With that, she was gone. That left Steve and Eddie alone. It was times like these when he really wished he could telepathically summon Robin.

“So,” Eddie said. Then, he signed something else Steve couldn’t understand. YOU, something, then ME? 

The missing word was extremely important. Thankfully, Eddie seemed to recognize that Steve didn’t understand. Eddie fingerspelled, S-T-A-L-K, then signed STALK again. 

YOU STALK ME?

Once Eddie’s initial question clicked, Steve shook his head aggressively.

“No, no,” he insisted. “I came here for Max, because her and I have a bunch of friends in common, and -”

“Steve,” Eddie said, cutting him off. JOKING.

Steve exhaled in relief. “Oh. Right,” he said. From then on, Eddie spoke as he signed. 

“How long have you been signing?” he asked. 

“Three months,” Steve answered. “Started losing my hearing in July.”

“Shit,” Eddie replied. “So it’s very new.” Steve nodded, noticing that instead of signing VERY NEW, Eddie signed NEW with a more dramatic motion and expression. Interesting.

“Yeah.”

Eddie looked up at the sky, which had gotten a lot darker over the last few minutes. 

“Well,” he said. “We should take refuge before the storm hits. But for the record, you’re pretty good at ASL considering it’s only been three months.” 

Steve smiled. REALLY?

Eddie nodded. REALLY. 

Steve didn’t think Eddie had any idea how much this brief conversation impacted him. Eddie just walked away after that to go inside, but Steve lingered outside the car for a few extra moments. 

Then he realized how fucking weird he looked and drove home as fast as he safely could.

-

Steve had a few hours before work, which was good because his headache was still going strong. He figured he’d pop a Tylenol and take a nap or something. 

When he got back to his room, he saw his letter on the desk and decided he’d write back before he slept.

Dear Jane,

Hi! I honestly didn’t expect you to actually write me. That’s pretty cool. I double checked for you and Max and Mike got their letters. And then they both gave me the shovel talk - wait, do you know what a shovel talk is? They basically told me that if you and I are gonna be penpals, I have to be nice to you. That’s kinda bullshit, right? I’m, like, really nice, now. Except to Dustin, but only when he deserves it.

That was a joke. I’m joking. 

Steve crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room. What was he thinking, going on about shovel talks and how he sometimes bullies a literal child? 

He took a deep breath and tried again.

Hey,

I’m really glad you wrote to me. Things have been kinda hard, honestly. My ears are the same. Actually, they’ve gotten worse. Today they’re hurting me a lot. I’m starting to think I’m gonna go completely deaf and I don’t really know how I feel about it. I just feel like a total dumbass all the time.

Jesus Christ, was he seriously trauma dumping on a girl who’s formative experiences included being imprisoned and experimented on in a lab??? And now, she had even more shit to conquer. She didn’t need to hear about his problems. 

He thought about giving up, but decided to try one more time.

Jane -

It’s nice to hear from you. I always had a hard time in school, too. Nancy used to help me out with my papers because I’m a shit writer. So this is good practice for both of us 🙂

I just found out this guy named Eddie also knows sign language, so I want to try to get to know him better. He’s in Hellfire club with Dustin, Mike, and Lucas, so I’ll see him sometimes probably. It makes me feel less alone, I guess. I’ve been feeling alone a lot these days. Maybe that’s not a manly thing to say or whatever, but I’ve given up on trying to be cool. Cool is overrated, it’s lame-time for Steve. 

Shit. Robin told me to stop talking in third person like that. She’d probably be fine with it this time though since I was calling myself lame while doing it. 

Max and Mike both have their letters, so all is good on that end. All your friends here are doing well. I’ll keep an eye on them for you if you promise to look out for Will. Okay?

Until next time,

Steve

PS: Mrs. Vickers is totally trying to get with Mr. Samson. Keep me updated with this because now I’m invested.

Well. That was as good as it was gonna get. He sealed the envelope and climbed into bed.

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✧ S.HB Bilingual SMAU snippet!

Where in a junior architecture major got together with her senior who’s also the leader of one of the organizations in campus, Sung Hanbin, or who she likes to call “kak abin” !

- languages: bahasa indonesia & english

- pairings: sung hanbin x fem!o.c

- featuring: Liz & Rei IVE, Gunwook ZB1

- warnings: cursing in b.indo, the personality i gave Liz IVE in this story DOES NOOOTTT apply to her actual personality irl AT ALL, i love her guys, she’s my ive bias, it’s all for the story😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻

- a/n: this is still beta, so anything can change because it’s bilingual, just tell me if you want some things to change or if you have any requests❤️❤️❤️

- find the english chat translations at: @mioujon !! (SUPPORT HER GUYS)

( english version of the chat )

After Hanbin went downstairs to the meeting room, he saw Liz and Rei talking to Gunwook, when they saw Hanbin approaching, Liz walked closer to him, “Bin, look! Prop kita buat besok di jatohin cewe kamu” ( “Bin, look! Your girlfriend broke the prop for tomorrow” ) She pouted, trying to get Hanbin’s attention “Ga mungkin, aluna dari tadi di perpus” ( “No way, aluna has been in the library the whole time” ) “Ya aluna rusakin nya kemaren kali, dia doang yang masuk ruang meeting” ( “Well maybe aluna broke it yesterday, she’s the only one who came in here” ) “Dia masuk kesini karena aku suruh ambilin handphone, dia ga bakal berani nyentuh prop, Liz.” ( “She only came in here because i told her to take my phone, she wont be brave enough to even touch the props, Liz.” ) “Just because she’s your girlfriend, you don’t have to defend her like that” She scoffed.

“I heard my name, did I do something?” Aluna asked when she entered the door “Hello? knock?” Liz rolled her eyes “Lo kenapa sih?” ( “Dude what’s wrong with you?” ) Gunwook whispered, gently pushing her shoulders, Hanbin glanced at Liz, but his eyes quickly softens when he looked at Aluna, “Did you break a prop?” he asked nicely “Huh? Which prop?” Aluna asked confusedly, “Aduh jujur aja sih, kemaren kamu ga sengaja ngerusak prop event kita kan?” ( “Ugh just be honest, You accidentally broke a prop for our event yesterday right?” ) Liz said to Aluna, trying to make Aluna cover up her mistake.

Gunwook saw Liz coming out of the meeting room all panicked yesterday, and he came inside to check the room and saw that she have broke the prop, but she’s putting the blame on Aluna now. Being the good friend he is, Gunwook told Hanbin about what happened the other day, giving him a clear explanation of the truth.

“Oh..Iya, itu aku ga sengaja rusakin” ( “Oh..yeah, I accidentaly broke that” ) Aluna spoke out hesitantly, Liz have always been like this towards Aluna, the reason being that she has a crush on Hanbin like all the other girls in campus, and she thinks that she deserves Hanbin more than a stupid junior, meanwhile Aluna has never been the brave type, especially towards her seniors, meaning that she’ll take the blame when it comes to these situations. “Tuh kan, udah dibilang!” ( “See, I told you!” ) Liz scoffed, showing a satisfied expression, “I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it” Aluna sighed, Hanbin could only look at her, it hurts him to see his girlfriend being like this, “Yaudah aku pulang duluan ya? Besok aku gantiin kok kak” ( “I’ll be heading home then? I’ll make up for it, It’ll be done by tomorrow” ) Aluna forced out a smile before giving a bow to Liz and the others, walking out the room to go downstairs.

Hanbin sighed at Liz, chasing his girlfriend out the room, “Aluna, kamu harusnya jangan mau disalahin terus” ( “Aluna, you shouldn’t take the blame all the time” ) “Gapapa kok kak, daripada tambah ribet” ( “It’s fine, just get it over with” ) Aluna replied “Aku aja yang nganterin, udah gelap di luar, bahaya kalo kamu pulang sendiri” ( “I’ll take you home, It’s already dark outside, it’ll be dangerous if you go by yourself” ) “Udah gausah kak” ( “No it’s fine” ) “I’ll just order a cab” Aluna smiled, walking down the stairs, “Babe, be careful, yeah?” Hanbin spoke out “Iyaaa kak abinnnn” ( “Okayy hanbinnn” )

Hanbin aggressively opened the door of the meeting room, “Maksud lo nyalahin orang gitu buat apa ya?” ( “What was the purpose of you blaming things on others like that?” ) Hanbin shouted, “What do you mean?” Liz acted shocked, “Gausah pura pura goblok, kalo besok lo masih gabisa ngaku, gue bisa aja ngeluarin lo dari organisasi, ngerti ga?” ( “Don’t act stupid, if you still can’t admit that you’re wrong by tomorrow, I have the power to kick you out of this organization, understand?” ) Hanbin spoke out aggressively, showing a panicked expression on Liz’s face “Prop nya benerin sendiri, gausah nyuruh-nyuruh cewe gue ganti” ( “Fix the prop yourself, don’t ask my girlfriend to do it for you” ) Hanbin sighed, walking out of the meeting room before taking out his phone to text Aluna.

( english version of the chat )

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