#notice none of them have adam’s apples

[logan-the-artist]

commission me!

[aether-starlight]

Auscultation- Zayne

Pairing: Zayne x Reader

Warnings: None. Brief mention of poor eating habits.

Summary: You come to the hospital for a check-up regarding a past shoulder dislocation. 

Word Count: 1k

Note: This is a continuation of Mending, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Zayne was talking. Or at least, his mouth was moving. 

Instead of paying attention, you were being haunted, once again, by the memory of him. The ghost of his hand over your cheek, his perfume, and the tension of his proximity. 

You wondered if he could tell you were distracted, or if he noticed the entranced stare you gave his lips every once in a while. They reminded you of his breath brushing your ear, of his palm pressed over your eyes, cool and steady.

Until an unexpected statement broke through your fixation.

“I will need you to remove your jacket.” 

If you hadn’t known him for such a long time, the tense set of his jaw may have slipped your notice, just like the slight clearing of his throat. 

Was he angry you were distracted?

“Oh,” you breathed out. “Okay.”

It was a quick removal. After all, one of your arms was in a sling, so the leather jacket was only wrapped around your shoulder.

Having supposed something like this would be necessary —this wasn’t your first dislocation, unfortunately—, you had brought a top, which meant the only barrier between your joint and his hands was a menial string. 

And you were not nervous about that. Nope. Not at all.

You stifled a shiver at the low temperature of the room and sat on the stretcher in a swift motion—being a hunter had its perks, it made you agile, even with an injured arm.

“I’m going to examine the area,” Zayne’s voice was soft, almost breathless as his hands hovered over the space where your shoulder met your neck.

You smacked your lips together and felt yourself relax just a little. 

“Okay.” 

His fingers were as cold as the room, startling you when they gently pulled the string of your top out of the way. 

You gasped.

“Forgive me,” he said, avoiding your gaze at all costs. 

His hand hovered over your skin, giving you a second to adjust. 

“It’s fine, Doctor Zayne.” 

You quite liked calling him that, liked the nervous edge to his voice when you did.

“Does this hurt?” He pressed down the pads of his fingers with moderate force.

“Not really,” you hummed. If anything, it felt kind of nice.

Zayne cleared his throat once more, shifting his grip to your forearm. 

Your heart rushed at the slide of his skin over yours, goosebumps rising in its wake.  It reminded you of holding his hand, the way the scars on his knuckles had felt as you brushed your thumb over them.

“Your iron levels were below average in your last check-up. Have you been eating well?” He asked.

Now it was time for you to be nervous.

“Of course,” you lied, lowering your gaze to his tie. 

Like everything concerning him, it was freakishly neat, with an understated geometric pattern in shades of gray. 

He probably measured it with a ruler before buying it. You pictured it: his unforgiving focus, the concentrated tilt of his mouth as he gripped it between lithe fingers. 

Unfortunately, said focus was now drilling a hole into your head.

“Fine, I may have skipped meals, you know I forget to eat sometimes.” 

“I suppose I should be grateful you don’t forget to breathe,” he quipped. 

“You are so prickly, you know that?” 

You played with his stethoscope with your free hand, following the bob of his Adam’s apple with a satisfied smirk. 

“I’m not prickly,” he denied. “I’m serious. Does this hurt?”

He gently rotated your arm, slow in his movement.

“And I’m not? Doesn’t hurt.” 

He gave you a loaded look, resting your hand back on your lap.

You mercilessly stifled the disappointment that rose at the pit of your stomach when he let go.

“Wouldn’t be the first word I used to describe you, no.”

You pressed the stethoscope’s bell to his chest, earpieces already in place. 

“Wow, your heart is beating pretty fast, are you sure you’re not the one with the heart pro—“

“Would you quit that?” He interrupted, sounding somewhere between amused and irritated as he unwrapped your fingers from around the bell. “It’s not a toy.”

“Sorry,” you fidgeted with the tubing before passing it to him.

“What’s with you today?” 

“Can’t help it,” you beamed. “Too much coffee.” 

Zayne tucked a strand of your hair back, stifling a groan of frustration. He was a weak, weak man.

When his palm curled around the shell of your ear, cradling it like something precious, he surely knew abstaining from temptation was a lost cause.

It was now warm, absorbing the heat of your skin. As soon as you left, his hands would probably run back cold. 

Somehow, that thought made something unpleasant unfurl within your chest. It felt malleable and elastic, it wanted to stretch itself and pull him close.

“What am I going to do with you, hm?” He asked, voice low. 

The whole world could be crashing down outside, Wanderers running rampant, and you wouldn’t know.

You let out a stuttered breath.

“What do you want to do with me?” 

It was meant to come across as teasing but crumbled halfway into something nearly hopeful.

The heat in your eyes snapped Zayne out of it, clearing the cloudiness from the hematite and amber in his gaze.

He stepped back, returning to the haven of his desk, where he closed your file with finality.

“Your shoulder seems to be healing well. I recommend you watch it closely and let me know if any discomfort appears.” You had never heard his voice so close to shaking.

“Zayne.” You stood from the examination table, feeling on edge.

“That was unprofessional of me. I’m sorry.” 

“What is it?” You insisted.

There was something between you, a wall that he carefully built. 

It became eroded with every interaction, shortened into something almost letting you peek into the other side, but never quite enough.

Your chest ached and it was ironic because nowadays you couldn’t always tell if it was from emotion or the Protocore fragments in it.

Zayne sunk into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. The room’s temperature dropped, ice spreading against the glass of the window behind him.

“Zayne—” 

Your hand hovered by him, eager to provide any comfort you could offer, but his body language made you doubt. 

He was still hunched over himself, face turned away from you. The hand that wasn’t covering his face was closed in a fist, frost forming over his knuckles.

“Please…” he breathed out your name. “I need time.”

Your mind drifted back to when you fought that wanderer together, the way the whole room had frozen over afterward, his urgent insistence for you to leave.

“Okay,” you gave in, stumbling back. “Whatever it is, you know I’ll wait for you.”

[itstheghostofmypast]

A Quiet Woo

WooYoung x (f)Reader ft. Choi San

Summary: The five times Choi San had been blessed by the grace of a silenced Wooyoung.

Genre: Fluff (a tinge of angst)

Warnings: None

Networks: @cromernet

A/N: Black-haired Wooyoung got me dead.🫶 remember to show some love by 💗 and reblogs

If there was anyone who could claim to know Wooyoung better than he knew himself, it had to be Choi San. Choi San, his best friend, the sweet little giant who had seen more sides that Wooyoung than perhaps his parents had. Thus, when everyone around the group had been dotting on the second youngest for never shutting up, he watched the scene unfold. All of them sitting together after a long day, drinking together - though this time San had opted out of doing so- waiting for their Uber, so they could go back to their dorm. And what better way of waiting and making use of time than to tease Wooyoung?

"Not once, " Mingi placed down his shot glass, "Sober or drunk does he ever shut up, Wooyoung needs to talk."

"What! no~" He whined, resting his head on Hongjoong's shoulder, "I do not."

"It's like his mouth is an automatic machine." Jongho chuckled, earning an eager nod from Yunho, who was as tipsy as the rest of them.

"Sannie~" the subject of the matter whined, throwing a glare at him as if asking him to back him up. Perhaps he would have, would've narrated the five times his best friend had been left speechless or had chosen silence over words, for just as much as he was his best friend he also happened to be the only witness to the scene, more unintentionally than intentionally. But as much as he wanted to tell everyone, the drunk atmosphere would not have done justice to those heartfelt, innocent moments of Wooyoung's silence. So, smiling to himself he shook his head, eyes turned into little crescents as he mouthed, "Sorry Woo", thinking of the five times Wooyoung had spoken with his heart rather than his mouth;

1) The first time San had noticed Wooyoung go completely silent was when Y/N was introduced to the group. A new staff member, an intern at best, a makeup artist. He noticed how Wooyoung was eying her up and down, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped when she giggled at the way their manager had introduced her, claiming that she'd be rotated as per her training, so she wouldn't have any favourites. He could see how Wooyoung's brows creased at that statement, and somehow he just knew the younger one had wished to become her favourite. This was the most tamed he had seen his friend, which is why he had assumed when it came down to introductions, he would've been civil, but he was wrong for when it was his turn he shamelessly boasted, "Wooyoung, you can also call me your favourite. "earning a groan from everyone but her.

2) The second time San stumbled upon a silenced Wooyoung was in the middle of the night, after a late-night practice session with Yunho he had decided to head home, only to realise he had left his phone in the make-up room. Mumbling to himself he made his way to the room, hand about to twist the doorknob, only to stop when he heard a whine,

"Wooyoung, please, I said an honest opinion."

He really shouldn't have, but he did anyway, slowly creaking the door open to peek in, smiling to himself as he saw Wooyoung sitting on a leather chair in front of the mirror, the makeup lights casting a graceful glow on his smiling face. In front of him stood Y/N, her hair pushed back with a hair band, frowning at him with a makeup brush in hand. He watched her lean down, closer to his face and from the mirror he looked at Wooyoung's reflection, noticing how he instantly closed his eyes, letting her go about her business, stroking each eyelid with a tint.

"My internship is almost over and so is my probation and if it doesn't work out I can't continue anymore, I don't want to do that, I really like it here and-" she stopped mid-sentence when he grabbed her wrist gently, opening his eyes to look at her with a gentle, assuring smile. The two stared at each for for a solid minute, before she sighed, and nodded. No words were exchanged, but it felt like an entire conversation had taken place, one that starts on a topic as simple as your favourite colour and ends after a reached consensus about the meaning of life. Either way, he let go of her wrist as she placed down the brush, turning back around to pull off the clips out of his hair, fluffing it a bit and moving out of the way, gesturing to his reflection, asking him to critique her work. For a split second, he saw an unfamiliar expression flash across his best friend's face, one resembling the joy of a little boy, until it turned neutral, it was then that he realised that he was now staring at him, a brow quirked in irritants, the corners of his lips turned down.

"What's wrong? Is it bad?" her voice broke their stare off as Wooyoung instantly shook his head and San burst in, not wanting a misunderstanding to seep its way in.

"Hey" he smiled weakly, "I left my phone here" he explained himself, more to Wooyoung than her, who had begun to look for it, with a small I'll help you find it. But Wooyoung's glare didn't falter causing the older one to clear his throat, tipping his head in shame, a small apology before letting out a sweet, "Woah, Y/N were you practicing on Wooyoung?"

"Here it is- huh? Oh yes," she mumbled, turning around with the phone and handing it to him with a small smile as he smiled back gratefully before going over to his friend who seemed most displeased and confused, having not uttered a single word for a while now.

"It's really nice- I like how you made his eyes look soft." He gestured at the eye makeup, Wooyoung's eyes widened for a moment at the compliment, only to soften his gaze and avert it from the menacing, stupid, annoying intruder when he noticed her smile, noting San's effort to fix the situation.

"His eyes make him look like a bastard, it's really nice how you made him look like he isn't one." he chuckled before scurrying out of the room that was booming with her laughter. Wooyoung just rolled his eyes in return, frowning at the door San had made sure to close behind himself.

"How about we try another look, what do you say Woo?" his head snapped up at her, a small smile gracing his lips as he nodded, eyes meeting hers that swirled with a sense of determination that made his heart flutter and forced the words in his throat to clog up, only leaving him to nod up at her like a lost pup.

3) The third time San came across his best friend sitting in silence was initiated by him. It was on a tour, in the late hours of the night, where he was snuggled up against soft pillows, drifting off to wonderland until he was rudely awoken by the spawn of satan.

"What?" he hissed turning from the pillow that he had somewhat drooled over, squinting at the idiot he was to share his room with.

"Y/N's sad." the man whose glasses were at the tip of his nose, almost about to slip off stated as a matter of fact. Earning a groan, Wooyoung huffed and shoved him again, "What do I do? We were texting and she said something about her friends leaving her out of a get-together and she sounded sad" he exhaled in one breath.

San stared at him for two seconds and nodded, "And you want me to do what?"

"Advise obviously."

"Just talk to her."

"About?"

Sighing he sat up and rubbed his face groaning to himself, "No, scratch that, just listen to her, don't speak, just listen."

"Great, I'll call her here."

"Wait, Wooyoung no-"

That's exactly how San heard her talk in hushed whispers almost all night about how she felt left out, with her and the idiot sitting outside on the small balcony, their coffees forgotten and cold. Fortunately, her hushed tone helped him fall asleep and he applauded himself for telling Wooyoung to stay quiet because God forbid if that ass was speaking and voicing out his opinion then the whole district would've been awake. The last thing he remembers is wincing at the screeching of what he presumed was Wooyoung's chair closer to hers, and then he dozed off completely.

The next morning San had woken up to an ecstatic Wooyoung, one who slammed his hands on his shoulders and gleefully cheered, "If I wasn't into someone, I would've smooched ya." before waddling off, leaving him baffled much like the others around him.

4) The fourth time San had been blessed with a silenced or quiet Wooyoung was not when he was in the best of moods. In fact, he was ready to fight Wooyoung, which is why he barged in by slamming the younger one's bedroom door open, "YAH you ass-"

"Shhh!"

Frowning at the rude interruption, he noticed the presence of someone else, pausing to take in the scene before him. Wooyoung sitting on the bed with his legs stretched out, laptop on his blanketed thighs, the low buzz of the film acting as background noise. With his back pressed against the headboard, next to him was none other than Y/N, snuggled into his side, her cheek smushed against his chest, arms wrapped around him, fingers gripping onto the material of his cotton hoodie, as she laid half on top of him. Wooyoung lifted the arm that was wrapped around her waist, pressing his pointer finger to his lips, whispering, "She's asleep, get lost."

Huffing at the scene sat mumbled a "Lock the door next time" and walked out, somewhat glad that he hadn't woken her up and ruined their little moment.

5) The fifth time he had heard or witnessed Wooyoung go completely silent was not the most comfortable moment of his life. In fact, Choi San had to hide inside a cupboard in all his naked glory and pray to God Almighty that no one could hear him outside. This had happened almost two weeks after the fourth time, and since he had been unable to yell at Woo because the sweet giant had forgotten, he had decided to raid Wooyoung's closet, which he had and all he had to do was put on the clothes, knowing no one was at the dorm meant he hadn't locked the door- a major problem, for the moment he heard the door slam open he had hopped into the cupboard and closed it, hoping no one had seen him. He couldn't see anyone but he could hear someone, Y/N and from the way she was yelling at the top of her lungs, he could tell that Wooyoung was very much present there and had somehow managed to f*** up.

"Can you please let me explain!" she yelled, trying to grab onto him but he slipped away into his room not waiting for her at all. He really was in no mood to listen to anyone right now, even her, no- he wanted to yell at her, say some really terrible things to her, not because he meant them but because it would have made him feel a bit better, but then he would end up destroying the efforts he had put in for the past whole year into all this.

Closing the door behind her she watched him flop down on his gaming chair, eying her as he put on his headphones and turned to face the computer. The look he had just given her made her shiver, she didn't want him to find out the way he had, she wanted to sit with him in a quiet little corner, preferably with something sweet so she could tell him in peace and patiently.

She didn't think the manager would tell him before she could, that she was going to Hongjoong's designated make-up artist and stylist, which is why he had walked out of the practice room after the announcement of her permanence as their newest staff member, not even waiting to congratulate her like everyone else. Not even waiting for her to explain herself.

"Wooyoung, please listen to me" Sighing in defeat she moved closer to him, pulling his chair back as the wheels rolled onto the tiled floor, "Please, talk to me, say something, anything I can take it, I swear." gripping onto both arm rests she looked at him with pleading eyes, knowing that even with the headphones on he could hear her since he wasn't listening to anything. What scared her more than his silence was his hard stare, his glare filled with emotions she couldn't decipher and it scared her, made her think of the worst, so she had to get him to say something at least.

Contrary to her wishes, San who could only hear them, wished with his whole heart that his best friend wouldn't open his mouth. Keep his anger contained and his sharp tongue at bay, whatever this was, it would have been best for him to listen to her, rather than react without doing so.

Sitting on her knees in front of him she looked up at him with guilt-ridden eyes, placing a hand on either knee, his eyes widening at the position, only for him to sigh as he realised only someone as innocent-minded and desperate as her wouldn't even consider what kind of thoughts anyone walking in on them would have at the sight of them.

"Please Woo." her shaky voice did not match the way the pads of her fingers dug into his knees, firm and determined, "I- then just listen to me, please? I know this isn't what we discussed but please just hear me out. Take off the headphones, please."

Tilting his head back against the chair he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, counting till ten, something Yeosang had once told him to do when he was too overstimulated by his own emotions.

"Woo i-" she paused when he exhaled reaching to remove his headpiece and placing his larger hands on hers, his palms warm and sweaty against the back of her hands, a sweet gesture compared to the frown that was accompanied by his glare, gesturing for her to continue.

Clearing her throat she nodded, grateful that he was willing to listen to her, "I know, I told you they were going to assign you to me and I said if I was offered I'd take your name but today, before my final interview session, the makeup artist before me had managed to say stuff about how close you and I were- like she didn't have any real proof and when Hongjoong was asked he refused any allegation but I- look, I told you this is my first ever job, a big step to my dream and your career is still relatively new and even though I cleared the interview, before it Hongjoong had texted me about this and had told me to be careful and," she paused to stand up, his eyes following her every move as she sat down on the edge of his bed, wanting him to turn to her, just to make sure he wad still listening and thank God he was, because as soon as she looked up from her lap she met with his soft gaze, one that made it seem like he almost looked guilty.

"So, when they did finally, officially hire me," she gave him a small bitter-sweet smile, "They asked me who I'd opt for and...I chose the person who chose to protect our relationship." Gripping the hem of her shirt she dipped her head in shame, clenching her eyes shut to avoid any tears, unsure if he would assume she was crying only to gain his pity, "I swear...Woo, I had no other option and I wanted to be the first person to tell you but I- I don't know I- and when you- I mean when they told you guys before I could and you" her entire frame shook in fear as her emotions finally got the best of her, alarming the male, a choked sob finally breaking past her lips in a pathetic cry, "I didn't know what else to do but then I saw you walked out." he reached forward for her hand only for her to raise it to quickly wipe away the tears, "I was so scared- I- I thought you would leave me- but I didn't want to lose my job either I'm sorry I sound so selfish, Im sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so-" her words coming out as a muffled cry when he slammed her against him, wrapping his arms around her, rubbing her back with one hand while the other pressed the back of her head onto his shoulder, letting her soak his hoodie with her tears and broken sobs, trying to calm her down as he placed a soft kiss on the crown of her head, whispering something even San couldn't hear through the cupboard but whatever it was, it was enough for her sobs to die down, turning into small whines.

San stared at Wooyoung argue with Mingi, it had been five years since then, and three since he had officially told the manager about his relationship with Y/N, though she willingly had refused to be moved on as her boyfriend's makeup artist, claiming that Hongjoong just had a better future in fashion and she was going to be his top makeup artist once he made it big- that and Wooyoung would distract her more than allowing her to work.

"Yah! Choi San!"

Luckily, after encounter number five, San had steered clear of Wooyoung's room and tried to avoid any situation that would lead him to be naked in another man's cupboard.

"San?"

"Hm?" jerked out of his thoughts he looked up to see Y/N, smiling down at him, "Your Uber is here, though you don't look very drunk." she gestured to everyone else as he nodded in return, motioning towards Wooyoung, "Please take him with you, I can take the rest in the Uber."

Nodding in return she placed her hand on Wooyoung's shoulder who was resting his forehead against the cool table, only to sit up frowning, wanting to yell at who interrupted his nap time.

"Wanna go home, big boy?" giggling she sat down on the stool, next to his, "Want help standing up?" she asked rubbing his back, raising an eyebrow at the way he was just smiling at her with a flushed face, his bang covering his eyes, only for them to flutter close at the feeling of her fingers ghosting over them to move them out of his face, styling his hair out of pure reflex.

"Aww, you really are too tired, no words at all?" pouting she pinched his nose, earning a giggle from him as he grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on both of his cheeks, using her hands to squish his face, looking at her expectantly.

Choi San who had managed to put everyone in the Uber, returned to grab Yunho's forgotten phone to find the two in yet again a very private moment. Groaning to himself he snatched the phone, startling Y/N who looked up at him, hands still pressed against her lover's warm face.

"You two should really leave me out of this," muttering he stomped away, somewhat irritated and somewhat happy about the thought of knowing he had now seen 6 moments where his best friend was simping and making a fool out of himself in silence.

"What's wrong with him?" she turned back to Wooyoung, squishing his face and laughing at the way he puckered his lips at her, quickly giving him a peck before standing up and pulling him up with her, leading him out of the dining hall, as he followed her like a love-struck puppy.

[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

Longing

Main Masterlist

BNHA Masterlist

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Somewhat suggestive themes.

Summary: After keeping your feelings quiet for so long for the sake of others, a breaking point is finally found.

W/C: 2.1k+

“The thing is, recently, my heart’s been all stirred up about something.” You hear an all too familiar voice say as you exit the kitchen with your bottle of water in hand. “It’s love!” Another of your classmates yells, having you stopping in your tracks with your eyes setting on the sight taking place in the living room of the dorms. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! GLOVE?! SHOVE?! DOVE?! I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE, WHAT’S THAT?!” Uraraka shouts while waving her hands frantically.

“Who is it? Midoriya or Iida? You’re always hanging out with those two boys.” Mina continues to press all while you clench your teeth. “You’ve got it all wrong!” Uraraka denies while covering her face with her hands, resulting in her accidentally activating her quirk on herself and floating to the ceiling with what little of her cheeks she’s unable to cover being overly red, the sight having you knitting your brows in frustration.

This isn’t the first time her crush on Izuku was called out, nor is it the first time that you’re forced to swallow your words, having them burning at your throat like bile threatening to rise. You can’t even recall the last time you actually felt comfortable in your group of so called friends, having been put through too many conversations encouraging Uraraka with her crush on the sunshine classmate yet none to you.

They’ve all been too busy lending their support to her crush that she’s not even willing to admit yet is still willing to get possessive and jealous over, too busy to notice you looking at him similarly, too busy to notice that you were the first one to actually like him and get close to him. But it doesn’t matter that you’ve liked him for longer, because they’ve only known of Uraraka’s crush on Izuku, so if you were to say anything of your own crush of him…

So instead, you’re stuck unable to act on your feelings for him as to not have your ‘friends’ glare daggers at you, and have to leave it to someone who doesn’t even have the guts to admit her crush to her friends, let alone to the one she likes. You grip the bottle in your shaky hand and walk to the entrance of the dorms, wanting to leave the building for some fresh air instead. After shutting the door behind you, your ears fill with the sound of crickets instead, soon followed by a long sigh slowly leaving your mouth.

You move to sit at the steps that lead to the entrance while you unscrew the cap of the bottle, bringing it to your parted lips just as you’re about to sit only to once again stop in your tracks. “That’s not it, Iida looked different; bent his back I think. He’s so flexible, I can see his shape in my head…” Your eyes trail to Izuku on his knees bent over some of his notes and take notice of the thin layer of sweat coating him, no doubt having been practicing his moves.

“Hey.” You call out to him with your arm stretched towards him, offering him your water. His face immediately brightens from the neutral expression as soon as he sees you and stands on his feet to rush over to you and take the bottle. “Thank you so much.” He smiles at you with rosy cheeks, probably from the workout, and then downing almost the entire bottle, unknowingly giving you a show in a perfect side angle of his adam’s apple smoothly bobbing up and down.

Izuku finally brings the bottle back down and takes in a deep breath followed by a small awkward chuckle at how you just witnessed him almost choking by depriving himself of air in favor of water. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes with his blush deepening a few shades. “It’s okay, don’t-” You clear your throat. “Don’t worry about it.” You assure, averting your eyes to try and compose yourself after the front row seat of the show he just gave you.

“Oh, are you thirsty? There’s still some left.” He offers you back the bottle with innocent eyes, the blush on his cheeks fading away. “No- it’s okay, I just… thought you were thirsty, so I gave you the water.” You wave your hand dismissively. “It was… yours?” He asks. “Yea- don’t think about it too hard, I can just go get another one.” You try to assure him with a smile, starting to turn around. “No!” He blurts out, startling you.

“I mean, this was your bottle first and there’s still some left.” He looks away almost shyly while offering you back the bottle with about a quarter of water left as his cheeks start to feel warm again. You stare at the bottle briefly and look back at Izuku and take in his nervous form, seeing how he averts his eyes with pink cheeks, fiddles with his shirt with his empty hand and ever so slightly traces his shoe along the ground and suddenly, something buried deep beneath you finally takes hold.

You grab the bottle with confidence, something that has Izuku looking at you again, and bring it to your lips, tilting your head back with the same side angle he gave you and stare him down for a few seconds as you drink the water before closing your eyes and drinking the last of the water, taking in the taste of the last thing he ate, the piece of mint chocolate he had after dinner, the same mint he’s been having every day for the past few days now leaving a fresh taste on your tongue.

Finally, you bring the bottle back down and forward it to him with your face in a neutral expression aside from the way one of your brows is lightly raised with the corner of your lips ever so slightly turned upwards as if daring him to take it back. Izuku looks at you with his eyes faintly widened, a look in the emerald irises that you can’t quite recognize. “Do you…” He pauses in a low voice that contrasts his usually higher-pitched and softer voice.

“Want to… drink more water?” He suggests, his voice remaining low in an alluring tone, his half-lidded eyes staring deeply into yours, and if it weren’t for how warm you felt inside, you’d find his supposed double-meaning line funny rather than arousing. “Yeah…” The word leaves you in a breathy manner. “Wait, you have some…” His hand slowly reaches forward and holds the side of your face, his thumb touching the corner of your lips and smearing a drop of water along your skin before wiping it off.

He leaves his hand on your cheek and then slowly brings his other one to your other cheek, holding your face gently in his rough hands without breaking his gaze from you. “Don’t move.” He whispers, his face closing in on yours. You stare back at his eyes which seem darker than usual and let him lean in closer until his nose touches yours, your eyes barely open, and until he pulls you in with his hands to press his lips deeply into yours.

You breathe out a startled gasp at what you thought would be a soft gentle kiss instead being a deep one filled with an underlying passion heavier than you initially thought. While Izuku’s eyes easily fall shut into the kiss, yours get blown wide open at the unexpected roughness of the kiss, one of your hands reaching to the front of his shoulder to push lightly away only for one of his hands to immediately leave your face and grip at your wrist firmly, keeping you from pushing him away.

As if understanding the reason behind your startled reaction, he slows down the kiss but remains on the same level of passion as he continues to press his lips as deeply into yours, only slowing his movements enough for you to keep up. The slower pace helps lull you to a sense of comfort and eases you enough to have your eyes fluttering shut and start to move your lips along his, your softer movements contrasting his rougher ones, his own seeming almost desperate.

The hand holding at your wrist loosens its grip and slowly drags yours up to his face with you starting to catch up to his pace, your other hand rushing to wrap your arm around the expanse of his shoulders and pull him deeper in the kiss with your hand on the side of his jaw. Instinctively, his own hands waste no time rearranging themselves with one setting at the back of your head and his other arm wrapping around you, forearm pressed along the length of your back with his hand pressed against your upper back.

While he pulls your entire body into his, he fails to fight the urge to grip the back of your shirt in his rough hand, desperately wanting to feel the skin hiding beneath the cloth. As your lips continue to mesh together, you return the same desperate feeling by gripping at the back of his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles under the shirt urging you to further explore him.

You give in to the temptation and let your hand travel back along his shoulders, the back of his neck, and then over his front as you kiss, at this point both of you are breathing heavily into the kiss against each other, not wanting to break apart even to steady your breaths. With your hand pressed on his chest, feeling the muscle hiding under his shirt, the warmth in his chest reaches a scalding temperature that spreads throughout his body until it grows too scorching to handle.

The hand on your back leaves to your arm that keeps your hand pressed on his chest, pleased to feel your body remaining close to his of his own free will. You feel his hand give your arm a small squeeze before releasing it and following its length with his fingers just barely brushing along your skin, the feather-light grazing giving you goosebumps until his hand reaches your wrist once again, taking hold of it much more gently than last time in a silent cue to signal your departure.

Izuku finally breaks the kiss with a moan and pulls back, only enough to still have his lips skimming against yours as you rest your foreheads against each other. Your eyes open to gaze into one another briefly before closing again, instead focusing on catching your breaths, feeling your hot breaths colliding in small pants with his thumb tracing small patterns along the underside of your wrist, tenderly pressing over your fast pulse and giving a reassuring squeeze as if to help gently bring you back down from the kiss.

Your eyes part open to find his already staring at you with half-lidded eyes and seeing someone other than the shy skittish boy you’d grown used to seeing, instead, seeing a confident young man staring back at you. “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper to which he lets out a small breathy chuckle. “You know me… I just study a lot.” He smiles, the dark look in his eyes having faded away to a more tender one.

You smile at him in amusement with an airy chuckle of your own leaving you, not knowing if to assume him having read up on how to kiss or having seen others do so. “I haven’t kissed anyone else, if that’s what your wondering…” He says in a somewhat hopeful manner, unbeknownst to you how he hoped you having wanted to be his first kiss, and how he hopes to have been your first as well. “I…” You speak while pulling away enough to look at him properly, the smile on your face suddenly fading away.

Izuku’s smile falters after yours, taking in your line of sight set on something off to the side behind him and turning around to follow it, his eyes falling on the group of girls staring through the window with horror in their eyes as if offended at what just took place. His gaze shifts over to Mina holding a teary Uraraka and the way he feels you rip away from his hands pulls him back to reality.

Turning back around to you, he barely has time to register you running away from him. “No! Wait!” He shouts for you, voice back in his higher pitched tone and arms instinctively reaching out for you, seeing you disappear in the trees that surround the dorms, his body freezing in place with his arms staying open for you. “Please.” He utters, his vision starting to water with his hand trembling.

“Don’t leave me.”

[targaryen-dynasty]

Congrats on 2k!!! LOVEEEEE 💞 I WAS SO INDECISIVE OF WHAT I WANTED but I finally chose meleys

Can I get Aegon II with the prompt #87 “wanna fuck?”

This screams him fr.

TIPPING POINT.

Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x female Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and intoxication

WORDS: 792

NOTES: Tysm, Mae!! This request was amazing, and it's so on point for him. 😭

Let's celebrate my milestone!

It’s the fifth jello shot you’re drowning with Helaena, the frat party around you in full throttle, and even before you’ve swallowed it down, you feel your inhibitions sinking lower and lower. What certainly doesn’t help is the skimpy, black dress you’re wearing, hugging your curves so well, it’s taken your confidence sky high. 

Helaena has left the dancefloor a few minutes ago to stalk off with none other than Jace Velaryon, the quarterback of Westeros’ greatest football team, the King’s Landing Commanders. It’s widely rumored he’s the owner of the teams largest packet, so you don’t begrudge her that she’s left you alone. She’s certainly earned herself a good fuck for the night. 

Swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music, though it’s not exactly the kind of music you usually listen to, the state of your tipsiness gets you off-balance for a moment, prompting you to take a step back to steady yourself, and bump into something very firm. 

“Easy there,” the gruff voice rings out, and knowing who it belongs to, you turn on your heels with a teasing grin. 

“Aeg,” you reply, meeting his eyes. 

He’s Helaena’s older brother, and ever since he’s switched teams to join the Oldtown Saints, people rarely see him around. It’s clear that his presence somewhat catches you by surprise. There hasn't been anything happening between the two of you, however, it has been more than dangerously close at more than one of Alicent Targaryen’s famous family dinners. 

His hand trails to your back, and he uses that grip to pull you against his side. You’re forced to hold onto him to steady yourself, but you don’t really mind. He’s charming, easy on the eyes, and there’s certainly worse company lingering around at the party. Jason Lannister, for example. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, his eyes flitting down to take in your body. His Adam's apple bobs slightly as he lets them linger on your exposed thighs, taking in the short skirt. 

You bring a hand to his chest, and turn yourself in his grasp so your body faces him now. “Enjoying myself?” you purr, licking your lips. “I always do when I have such fine company.” 

Aegon grins at your words, his eyes taking over a hooded look that has you squeeze your thighs for a moment. 

He dips his head forwards, bringing his lips on a level with your ears, the proximity allowing him to take in your scent and let his warm breath caress your skin. “Oh, is that so?” It feels as if his voice has become ten times huskier after your words, a thrill of arousal flickering up your spine. “Well, that makes two of us.”

You lick your lips yet again, and tilt your head forwards. You’re batting your eyelashes at him when you speak, the flirting game you’re playing is all too obvious now. “Good answer,” you muses, grinning mischievously. 

The tension between you two is thick enough to be cut with a knife, and you figure that with Hel away somewhere probably getting dicked down, you’re more than allowed to have some fun yourself. After all, she knows that there was a time you’ve lusted after Aegon. 

“I’m glad you’re so easily pleased,” he teases. It’s clear he’s noticed your attraction towards him, and even though his jab at your susceptible manner should make you feel slightly embarrassed, you can’t bring yourself to care; not when his scent and the warmth emanating off him makes your mind hazy with lust. 

He has his signature smirk splayed over his pouty lips, the one that sputters with cockiness and always has you biting your lips. 

His breathing is just as heavy as yours, and you giggle softly when you feel his hand squeezing your side, and it works to bring you closer towards him, pressing against him to escape the pinch of his fingers. 

Aegon scoffs, and with his head tilted forwards and his hooded, lilac eyes lingering on your lips, it’s his voice ringing out again. “Wanna fuck, sweetheart?” 

It’s as blunt as it can get, yet that’s exactly what you want. “God, yes,” you chuckle. “Two more minutes without you asking, and I would have jumped your bones right here and then.”

“Now, that’s what I call an enthusiastic answer,” he teases. “I know a spot.”

Your side is squeezed once again by him, before he intertwines your fingers and leads you through the crowd to the rooms upstairs. As far as you know, he doesn’t know any of the people belonging to the frat that hosts this party, yet you wouldn’t even care if he’d fuck you out in the open as long as it would give you what you want. Him. 

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[rosedom]

Oh, oh, new event!! :D

Albedo + ACDKM hear me out (hope that isn’t too many letters :P)

you have summoned ALBEDO for the event . . .

A/N : i'm hearing u out, honey !! i hope we're on the same wavelength here . .

✦ㅤㅤA = aftercare (what he’s like after sex, what he needs from his partner)

regardless of if he can even walk or not, albedo is first to nudge you with a warm cloth. he gives it to you for you to use, to bathe down the two of you quickly and perfunctory. it won't be sufficient in the long run—you'll definitely need a bath tomorrow morning—, but it's all you'll need.

he's a cuddle-bug, too, always burying his face into your throat. it must be this position, too: he's not content till he's got his nose snug in the hollow of your skin, breaths kissing the empty expanse where, on his own neck, lies that golden star. for a man so aloof, he truly adores you, and he is so, so glad to have given himself up to you in such an intimate way. it is humanity, the way he laid beneath you; and it is beautiful. prepare yourself for nonsensical murmurings, your sweet albedo describing just this notion to you while you're falling asleep, content in your lovers arms, his soft breathing lulling you into slumber.

✦ㅤㅤC = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

really, albedo doesn't often cum in that super "noticeable" way. he's not often a creamer, and he's certainly not like the people in pornos. 'bedo cums in that way that'd leave anybody less experienced than you to wonder if he even came or not. (it's not like he fakes an orgasm, either; he's just so . . albedo, that anybody else would think he came—that he's just as aloof in orgasmic bliss as he is any other time.

he's not, by the way.) his cunt'd be puffier, slightly, pink-hue turned more ruddy-red, and his cock'd be left twitching n' throbbing. and his voice—he whimpers n' whines all the time, but he has this very particular whimper he only makes when he's cumming. it's a reedy, high-pitched thing, but it's so, so obvious to you. your possessive heart is satisfied knowing that you can pull orgasm out of orgasm out of your albedo, and nobody else he slept with could have ever came (hah) close.

✦ㅤㅤD = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

that damned golden star across his throat—it's sensitive as hell, and he's got a smattering of somethings that glitter—these little stars etched across his skin—that make him shiver, each and every time. none of these "freckles" throughout his body are quite as sensitive as that one in place of the adam's apple, but it's so, so easy to key him up . . . kissing up between each lil' star and not so much as getting close to his throat . . it drives albedo crazy.

imagining the way you could brush your fingertips across the smattering on the backs of his hands, maybe fluttering up his forearms . . . really, what makes it such a dirty secret is that way you have pavlov'd him to get hard n' wet off nothing but an innocent touch. it gets really bad when other people—his coworkers, friends, even—will accidentally touch the freckles, and, while they're apologizing for touching him and he's dismissing it, he's warm between his thighs.

those busy festivals in mond are always your favorite 'cos of it. all the people—he's not a fan of them, of course, and neither are you—make it an impossible tease to poor 'bedo.

✦ㅤㅤK = kink (one or more of his kinks)

it's less-so that albedo is into more stuff than his peers, and more-so that he's up to try almost anything. he's the epitome of an experimentalist; and it can stem from his desire to learn about the limits of the human body, or his desire to give himself up wholly to you. introducing a new kink into the bedroom ends up being a one-time thing, more often than not; and it's not that it was bad, per se, but it was simply . . . not worth doing again. albedo sees no attempted kinks as a "fail," per se—he sees them as an experience he was glad to have, but one neither of you are keen on trying again.

anything goes, really.

but the kinks that stay? 'bedo has found himself to be particularly into bondage, in most any sense of the word. spreader bars (which are admittedly a favorite, the way he's always left so open for you . . . the way he can't so much as hide his pale, pink cunt), simple bondage to shibari, and even all the different types of restraints: rope, silk, metal, leather, even his own clothes. that, and good ol' fashioned praise. he gets told how brilliant he is everyday, but it never amounts to the way you praise him even as his smart brain melts and he goes sex-stupid.

✦ㅤㅤM = motivation (what turns him on and really gets him going)

it really depends, with him. he's not this insatiable thing; most times, he thinks with his proper head—not his cockhead. but, back to that dirty secret of his . . teasing touches, teasing looks, teasing words . . . anything teasing gets albedo going. he turns to you, each and everytime, with almost no shame, either. whether or not you satisfy him—play dumb, deny him, whatever—is up to you.

however, i'd like to add this: albedo definitely cannot help getting a lil' hot between the thighs if he ever sees you roll up your sleeves. it's a silly turn on, really, but—god, albedo has something for your forearms . . from the way veins run down the length of them to the way your hands are left so tantalizingly exposed (and don't get him started if you're wearing bracelets or a watch, too) . . it all sends that smart, smart brain going from thinking about alchemy to thinking about nothing but those same, strong arms wrapped around him, those same, strong hands playing with him, those same, strong fingers absolutely ruining him.

this is kinda irrelevant but also not but also i sorta kin albedo, so: ever since he's learned that tidbit of information about the color of your lips (supposedly) being the same that the head of your cock is, your nipples are . . well. it hasn't ever left my mind, and it certainly wouldn't leave his ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌ when he's staring at your lips, he either wants a kiss . . or he's thinking about your cock.

he'll test whether or not that theory is truly fact or not .3.

27 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

[milliondollarwomen]

Well Hello

tom blyth x fem reader

word count 1.9k

mature content 18+

https://www.tumblr.com/daemonslover/740468521162653696/well-hello-part-2?source=share

Part 2 ^^^^^

overview: you meet him and the bar and he has to claim you.

hey y’all this is my first time writing like this! so please let me know if you guys liked it.

As you entered the bar, you could hear people talking and drinks clinking. A captivating figure was leaning casually on the counter. His commanding British accent drew you in right away. You decide to head over his way to see if he will notice you and as you stand next him waiting for the bartender he looks at you. "Well, hello," this mysterious man greets me. His smile is charming without being overly cheesy and he possesses dark curly hair that isn't too curly, along with the most stunning blue eyes you've ever laid eyes on. He was probably wondering why I did not react after I stared at him for a while.

"Hi" you responded not knowing what to do or how to act and all he did was say hello but already you felt anxious. "Are you from around here, love?" The way it slipped from his lips, love, was enough to make you melt. "No, I just moved here for graduate school. I'm going to NYU, and you?" When you told him you were a graduate student, he tilted his head slightly, which made you wonder what it was about that interested him; however, you refrained from making too much of it. "Ah well, congratulations, but yes, I am, and I've been here for quite some time,"

you were intrigued and wanted to learn more about him. As he spoke, he sipped from his cup; you couldn't help but notice the way he held it, how it landed on his lips, and how his Adam's apple bobbled as he swallowed. It was enough to make your mouth water. It was puzzling to you how a guy you had only known for five minutes could evoke such strong emotions in you. "so, what do you do for work or are you in school as well?"

With a look of surprise on his face, he shifted his gaze towards you. "I do a lot of things, none of which concern you, dove, but I would love to buy you a drink. So tell me all about yourself." you can't say that you blame him for avoiding the subject; after all, you are just an odd woman who wants to know where he works or if he's in school. In the course of your conversation, you told him that your undergraduate major was sociology, that you were lonely here, and that you had hoped to make some new friends if you ventured out more. After blabbing your mouth for the next 30 minutes, you realized how open you were to this man you had never met. He may be a murderer for all you know. His eyes pierced through you as you pondered why you told him these things about yourself, and then he assertively said, "Tell me what you're thinking about." It jolted you out of your nervous thoughts, "I just told you about myself and I have no idea who you are."

Unexpectedly, he grinned at you. To him, it seemed like you were exactly where he wanted you to be. Before you stepped next to him, Tom spotted you—even though he hadn't planned on meeting a woman tonight. He could tell you were a newcomer to the city. Your awkwardness when approaching the bartender for a drink and your rushed search for someone to talk to was clearly noticeable. He could see right through you. He took pleasure in the idea of dominating others, particularly those who sought out his presence and placed their trust in him. Claiming that you were lonely and in need of someone sparked his interest in you.

He grasped your fingers, entwined them, and rubbed circles around your thumb. "my love, let me apologize for my rudeness earlier I just don't open up to many people but you have made me feel comfortable." This made you feel relieved. "I'm a teacher, but I grew up in Birmingham, I moved here a couple years ago for the job and have loved it ever since" He realized he needed to exhibit his softer side to entice you back, and that is exactly what he did. The way your eyes softened when he discussed relocating here and teaching made him want to do unexplainable things to you. This was so easy for him all he had to do was throw the word love or dove around and you would cave.

After that, you gradually picked up on his flirting, massaging your thumb, and calling you pet names. With the courage of alcohol, you thought you could seize this opportunity. You move forward and whisper in his ear, "Well I think teachers are sexy," and you can see his jaw clench as he realizes how forward you are being with him. He glanced at you with passion before grabbing your waist. You were so close you feared you'd be unable to breathe. "Don't start something you can't finish," his aggressiveness made you weak in the knees. You began to feel the warmth rise between your legs. All it took was you to look at him like you were begging for him to be inside you. he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the bar. "you're coming home with me" this instantly made you regret your decision, you'd thought it be fun to tease him but you didn't think he would take you home.

Before he called a taxi, you looked at him with nervous eyes, "Honestly I should get going, I just moved in and need to get settled I-" before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you to the side and leaned into you, "Oh dove, you can't tease me in there and expect to get away with it" he lightly grabbed your throat and ran his hand up to rub his thumb across your mouth, "You're going to be a good girl okay?" This made you think this man is bad news, but his dominance over you gave you chills. "okay I'm sorry" was all you could manage out of your mouth.

When we arrived at his place, all you could see was how immaculate and tidy it was. Coming from college, most boys/men's homes are awful. After scanning the room, he observed how interested you were. Simply adoring you. You look over at him as he sits on the couch, straight passion in his eyes. This made you want to puke since you knew what he wanted. "Come here" he said, making your stomach drop. you cautiously approach him, and he places his hands on your shoulders and forces you to your knees. "Now I just met you and I understand you may not know how things work but teasing me and then trying to back out isn't going to work dove" As he reprimands you, he effortlessly puts his thumb into your mouth. He moves it around, gets wet, and rubs it against your lips. Your eyes were wide and large, ready for his next move. This makes your panties soaked for him.

He keeps a close eye on me, knowing that you have no idea what his next move will be. With that, he unbuckles his pants and removes his boxers, revealing that he is very well endowed. His cock is extremely hard for you. You observe how the veins transport so much blood to the tip. It's crimson with precum. "Now be a good girl and suck my cock," he demands. You shove him into your mouth and beginning to bob your head back and forth. He immediately begins to grunt as he watches you suck him off. "Fuck, you're being so good for me," he says. It makes your pussy ache for him. Looking up at him and seeing him appreciate your lips around him only makes you desire him more.

You get bored of giving him head, which makes him angry. He grabs the back of your head and fucks your mouth till you are unable to breathe. After he is pleased, he pulls you up and clutches your neck, "You will stop when I tell you to stop." This instills terror in your eyes, which turns him on and uses to fuel himself. He pushes you onto the couch and begins pulling your clothes off left and right. He hovers over you while you lay there naked and exposed. "Please touch me" you implore. "Please what?" he taunts you, as if your pussy isn't throbbing to be touched. "Please, sir, please touch me" and he begins to rub circles on your pussy, causing you to jerk and squirm. He enjoys witnessing how easy it is to fulfill you.

"Oh fuck, don't stop," you moan, and he promptly stops. "You don't tell me what to do, I've been too passive with you; you need to learn a lesson," he says as he flips you over and shoves his cock inside you. His size made you shout out, unable to adjust. After a few strokes, pleasure begins to surge in your stomach. "Sir, you feel so good." Those words caused him to slam into your tight pussy even harder. "You're such a good girl, taking all of me in your tight pussy." Hearing him speak to you in such a humiliating manner turned you on. His cock began to twitch inside you, eventually spilling all of his seed. He pulled out and watched you collapse on the couch, watching all of his sperm run out of your pussy.

"you are mine now"

Two weeks later

It had been two weeks since you last saw the man you met at the bar, and you still hadn't gotten his name. You awoke this morning ready to begin the day because it was your first day of graduate school. You were worried but eager to begin courses. You'd gotten up, showered, blow-dried, and styled your hair. You wanted to make a good first impression because you did not know anyone yet. You put on light makeup and got dressed.

Fortunately, when shopping for apartments, you discovered one close to campus, so you could walk to your first class. Today, you had your first class at 9:00 a.m. Walking through New York, you simply absorbed everything in, watching people and soaking up your surroundings. You had a feeling this was the right place to be, and you were excited for the journey to begin. When you arrived on campus, you entered the building and found your classroom. You arrived a little early, so you decided to walk in and take a seat. There were a few students already in the room.

The girl sitting next to you looked over and smiled, "Hi, my name is Emily," which let you relax even more. "Hi, my name is y/n." With that, we began talking about where we were from and what other classes we were attending. The class became larger, and it was finally time to begin. The professor strolled in and said the normal hey, my name is yada yada. After reviewing the curriculum and taking notes, a man walks in. "I'm sorry for being late, professor; it won't happen again." Before lifting your head, you knew that British voice. It made you shiver in your chair. "Sorry for the interruption, class. This is Tom Blyth; he's been working for me for two years and will be assisting this semester." You cautiously raise your head, hoping it's not who you think it is. And there's the man you met in the bar, smirking at you.

[bas-writes]

your blind date is waiting for you...

A suitor is awaiting for @lale-txt who as her dream date wanted to go for strawberry picking. I hope you will spend lovely time together!

female reader | ~850 words | suggestive

For the first time since you've met face to face you don't feel intimidated by this…whole universe of a man. 

Squatting by strawberry bushes, he's lost a good part of his enormous height and all of the dignity that had you keep your distance unawares. After all, everything about him usually screams: spoiled and elite son of a family of great history and even greater wealth. From his flamboyantly complacent—yet somewhat elegant—manners to the shirt of a brand you know costs more than you earn per month, and on top of that the fact that he picked you up with a car of a kind you saw only in movies before...Gojo Satoru is truly made of a completely different clay.

And you were feeling it only stronger when standing right next to him, in your tad worn out clothes—as you assumed, perfect for a strawberry field—and reflexively curling your shoulders as he was towering over you with ease.

But now, busy with picking through berries, Gojo has shown you a side that finally lets you appreciate him without any barrier. You stare down at him, from the sweat pearling at the back of his slightly reddened by the sun neck, to faint, white hair covering his toned forearms with a soft, barely noticeable fuzz. Strawberries are so small in comparison to his huge hands that they look more like raspberries—but he devours them with little to no care for it. Frankly, you have never seen an adult man being that gourmand for fruits, and it almost has you chuckling.

"Heeey, I thought you like 'em?" You can barely decipher what he's saying, with his cheeks full like a hamster and red juice dripping down his chin. Gojo's mad-blue eyes peek at you from underneath his sunglasses, for a split moment having you startled again, but the effect is way too ruined by his goofy appearance to work on you properly.

"I love them," you squat next to him, not without a groan at the strain in your knees and ankles. "My mind just— Been miles away."

You start filling your basket, but your eyes just keep straying towards him. Gojo's haul is non-existent; all the strawberries he's chosen straight up end right in his mouth, a few at once, and disappear so fast that you're not sure if he's actually chewing them. 

"That's funny." One adam's apple bob later, Gojo picks the topic you've deemed dead and left at the previous stage of small talk. "'Cause I can swear my back was less than a meter away from you."

"Hey, how you—"

"I have good eyes," he taps his glasses and then reaches over to boop your nose. "But you were staring so much I'd feel it even if I were blind."

With heat creeping at your cheeks, yourself not sure if because of embarrassment for being caught or if just surprised by his unexpected, familiar gesture, you sway on your heels, saving yourself from a shameful land on your booty only by miracle. Many words press on your tongue, but none quite wants to get out—so you're stuck with your mouth open a bit, ready to speak, but not quite getting there.

Gojo freezes mid move, with an exceptionally—even for him—big strawberry between his fingers. Squeezed, it oozes juice all over them; big, red drops trail down almost to his wrist before he finally makes his move, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"You want some?" He presses it against your mouth, pushes it inside whole without waiting for your answer. 

You haven't had a chance to try the fruits yet, so the intense, sweet flavor takes you by surprise even more than his bold move. Your eyes flutter closed as you focus on savoring it the best, and Gojo, maybe taking your silence for approval, maybe simply not caring, presses the strawberry harder right against your tongue, until the pulp melts all over your mouth and the tips of his fingers meet your thin and frail skin. 

The temptation is too strong: you lick the remaining juice from his digits, even suck a little as he dares to reach deeper, almost having you gag around him. That's the worst time and place for the oral fixation to kick in, you're aware of it, but your sense of perseverance can as well just go and screw itself now. If he wanted to fuck your mouth with his fingers, you would let him, as long as he kept giving you the sweet taste of crushed strawberries and the soft texture of his surprisingly smooth skin.

"Good girl," he hums, then laughs at your disappointed expression after he's withdrawn his hand. He claps palms against his thighs, staining his jeans with strawberry juice and your saliva, and springs to his feet, yet again towering over you. 

For the first time the feeling of being so small against him has nothing to do with intimidation. 

"C'mon, get yourself together, or I'll clean the whole field myself." Gojo envelops your hand with his and jerks you up, almost having your face pressed right into his chest. "Hey, do you know I can turn them into jam, if I tear them with my cursed energy?"

[sutang-hoon]

three is better than one — lhs, pjs, sjy x male!reader (m.)

PAIRING: lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun x male!reader (he/him)

SUMMARY: the notorious lee heeseung invites you over to his place, which was something you thought was impossible. he had two roommates, and unbeknownst to you, the three had something in mind.

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, kinda foursome, name-calling, orgasm denial, nasty shit, some body praise, rimming, blowjob (jay receiving)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: can't stop thinking about heejayke so here ya go everyone! tagging my favorites @flwrboi and @jojayke

it doesn't feel real. it doesn't feel real that you ended up in a situation like this that it's so funny and baffling. but right now, you're inside lee heeseung's dorm. the lee heeseung. the guy everyone stares at when he walks by. the guy everyone talks about. and hell, you were a part of that everyone. you always found yourself shifting in your seat and crossing your legs whenever you saw heeseung. it was embarrassing, but he never failed to make you grow hard in your pants.

god, you wanted heeseung so bad - his friends, park jongseong and sim jaeyun were also at the center of attention. the three would always be found together and would catch everyone's attention. they sure know how to carry themselves.

you always thought you were straight, but it was as if those three guys grabbed your heterosexuality and crushed it with their feet. your first encounter with heeseung may be cliché, but you ran into him on the way home, at a bus stop, specifically. his tall figure made him even more irresistible. his beautiful charcoal hair, his sharp jawline. his sharp nose and adam's apple that you've shamelessly fantasized about, those two very features of him were the cause of your desperate rutting against your pillow, moaning and crying out heeseung's name, imagining your pillow as heeseung's face instead.

you've never met jongseong nor jaeyun yet, but both ran through your mind, too. jongseong, also known as jay, has a charming way of carrying himself, his sharp jawline, his killer smile and god, his huge biceps. jaeyun is also known as jake. huge but chiseled face, his lips, and his god-awful but hot as fuck habit of sticking his tongue out, okay, you also shamelessly rutted against your pillow to the thought of those two - his thick lips and tongue, not the mention how huge his tongue looks. that huge tongue of his paired with his luscious lips were enough to make you wonder how good he is at eating someone out.

but now, all those fantasies would come to life as heeseung leads you towards his room. you feel yourself freeze as you see two figures seated on a pair of chairs located across from each other. they were none other than park jongseong and sim jaeyun. heeseung notices your shock, and slowly but subtly snakes his hands behind you, his hand ending up on your waist. "you're surprised that they're my roommates?" you nod, and it takes a moment for you to process that.

"well, come on, get comfortable." heeseung tips his head, pointing at the bed. the tension in the room was unbelievably heavy as you make your way toward the bed. the three boys look at each other and heeseung throws them a gesture. you tilt your head, weird. then you notice that jay and jake have gotten up from their seats and are currently walking towards you slowly, like two wolves ready to pounce on their prey.

"what is this, heeseung?"

promptly, jay and jake take hold of your wrists and pins them down. that was enough to make your eyes widen in shock. you already knew where this was going. of course you did. you've always imagined something like this to happen. you start squirming in their hold, but it was no use. both jay and jake were strong. that alone made a wave of heat run up your spine.

"heeseung, help!" it was fucking stupid for you to ask heeseung for help when he was probably the one behind this whole ordeal.

heeseung chuckles, his voice dropping, and acquires a hint of dominance. he slides both his hands in his pockets and throws his head back, and you can't help but close your legs and bite your lips when you see his adam's apple bobbing. heeseung finds it so fucking pathetic yet so adorable how you turned to him for help. he feels sorry for a moment when he sees your eyes genuinely pleading for help, but it fuels his ego and desires at the same time.

heeseung shuffles closer to the bed. he sets his hands on the foot of the bed before lifting himself up onto the bed. and slowly, he crawls towards you. again, he looks like a wolf ready to pounce on his prey. he had a sense of neediness yet dominance, you could see it in his eyes. you maintained eye contact with him, even when he was right on top of you. he looks huge, and your eyes moved down to his broad shoulders. heeseung's large and veiny hands placed themselves on your cheek, and he just admires you.

"you're so fucking adorable yet handsome, i can't wait to ruin you." heeseung mutters next to your ear before biting it, which makes you gasp. heeseung pulls back and looks down at your torso, and he wanted to groan when he noticed you were wearing a hoodie that was a little too big for you, the hood draped over your slightly unkempt hair. "let's take this off, shall we?" heeseung places his hand on the lower part of your hoodie before shifting it so that your lower torso peeks out. heeseung mutters a "holy shit" when he lays his eyes upon your slim yet toned stomach. he drags and traces his fingers across the faint lines that decorated your belly beautifully.

"hah, heeseung..." you writhed and tried to move away from heeseung's hand yet at the same time, his touch was addicting. you feel your dick pulsate in your pants, with heeseung still running his hands across your belly. you continue to shiver as he moves your hoodie just above your chest and before you knew it, heeseung latches his lips onto your chest, even going as far as to lick your nipples. the older male appreciated how slim yet toned you were, and that

"take this off, it's annoying." jay and jake let you go for a moment and watch you take off your hoodie, with jake biting his lower lip in anticipation. when you finally pull your hoodie off you, heeseung grabs the article of clothing and then throws it somewhere in the room before suddenly going in for a kiss. he swipes his tongue on your lower lip, and you accepted heeseung's offer, letting him explore every crease of your hot mouth. you would make brief yet small sounds while the kiss got deeper. a gasp leaves your lips and get swallowed by heeseung when you feel his hand on your milky thigh. you were too drunken during the kiss that you didn't even notice the fact that jay and jake had left the bed, with heeseung tapping jake's shoulder, which catches jay's attention too, before gesturing them to leave with a single point of a finger, to which the two understands and leaves you two alone.

heeseung pulls back to catch his breath, and to say he was in love with how you looked in the moment was an understatement. he was fucking obsessed. he loves the pink that decorated your cheeks, your slightly swollen and pinkish lips, your untidy hair he'd love to pull later, your doe like eyes looking up at him - holy shit, he can't wait to ruin you. he lets all his emotions out as he goes in for another kiss.

you feel heeseung's hand creep up your thigh, but this time, he doesn't stop. you feel his hand move closer and closer to your probably soiled pants. at once, he palms you through your boxers, and you emit a quite loud whine into his mouth, and heeseung groans in response. you sounded so beautiful right now, even the other two boys, jay and jake were taken aback. the two share a look, oh how they wish they were heeseung right now. jay feels infuriated right now, he wanted to be heeseung, and if he was, he'd make sure you wouldn't stop crying, moaning. jake finds it unfair, pouting like a little puppy when he looks at the two of you. he can't wait for his turn - he would absolutely make you his. his pretty boy.

heeseung continues to kiss you desperately before pulling back for the last time. he pulls his shirt off and smiles when he sees you goggling at his toned body. you thoughtlessly ran your hands over his abs, biting your lower lip before making eye contact with heeseung.

jay feels a pull, and he sees jake look up at him with need glossed in his eyes. he finds it funny how all the dominant energy he radiated when you entered the room disappeared. jay is 100% certain the latter is just as needy as he was, although jay masked how much he craved your body. "jay, can i ask you a favor?" it takes jay to turn his head towards jake, gulping when he sees heeseung push another cry from your throat - heeseung starts to grind on your boxers and heeseung himself is naked, with the exception of his calvin klein boxers, and you notice just how hard heeseung was. his seemingly hard cock pressed so much on his boxers, and thankfully, you controlled yourself from tearing his boxers, including yours.

"i mean... why not?"

jay had always found jake kind of cute. to him, he found the other boy to have two, he likes to call them, personalities. sim jaeyun was his first personality. this personality of his to him was his more boyish, flirty side. this side of his was the one he often presented in public. jake, on the other hand, was his more adorable and softer side. jake was obviously the chosen personality of his as he ruts against jay, lips pout in need when he realizes it might take a while for heeseung to be done with you.

"come here."

he pulls jake by the collar and smashes their lips together. jay slithers an arm around jake's waist, pulling him closer and eventually making the kiss deeper. jake lets out a gasp when jay takes ahold of his ass. heeseung looks behind for a split second, chuckling. "guess they were too impatient. they want you so bad, too." you blush at the remark. you've never had anyone down bad for you until this very moment.

you start shivering when heeseung grinds against your boxers and hard-on, chasing the friction he yearned for. heeseung slowly grabs your hand and entwines it with his. you found it such a romantic action, which completely contradicted the way he grinded on you harder.

"god, you're so fucking handsome." heeseung lets his tongue dart out from between his lips as he carefully appreciates and examines your facial features. from your black although slightly curly hair, your porcelain skin, your pretty eyes that drive him crazy, your pretty although swollen lips to the pretty pink that paints your cheeks.

you were the prettiest boy he'd ever seen.

heeseung pulls back and shimmies your boxers down your legs before throwing it somewhere in the room. he spreads your legs, watching your hole clench around nothing. you prepare yourself for what's about to come (although you didn't want to admit it, you were quite excited.) heeseung was in for a treat.

without warning whatsoever, heeseung dives in between your legs. he starts eating your ass out like a starved man - his pointy nose rubs against your perineum. heeseung slurps, sucks, licks and savors your hole, and you find your hands grasping his black hair, while your other arm drapes over your mouth, attempting to muffle the nastiest noises that would come out of your mouth. heeseung looks up at you and you look down at him. the image of heeseung closing his eyes, his veins protruding from his forehead, and the way he held onto your thighs almost made you cum right then and there.

"mhm- he-hee, ah! heeseung!" you cry out when he continues his assault on your hole - your dick was glossy with pre-cum as heeseung shows no sign of stopping. although tired, you scan the room in search for jay and jake. you did remember you were in the room with them. and when you finally found them, you actually moaned so loud, even heeseung had to stop.

lo and behold, jay throws his head back against the wall and stutters jake's name when he takes jay's dick in his mouth. jay looks at the two of you with half lidded eyes, swallowing and attempting to think of something to say even with his mind clouded with lust.

"we... couldn't wait to fuck him, and we- fuck! did this instead."

you found it extremely dizzying how they did resort to this. jay and jake wanted to fuck you so bad, that they became impatient. that's how bad they wanted you. they wanted to fuck you already.

"you heard that, pretty boy? they wanted you so bad that they tried fucking each other instead." heeseung runs his hand across your body, expecting a response from you.

"i'm flattered, really. you three are hot as fuck." you reply, smiling at him. heeseung smiles back, and you feel your heart skip a beat. it's so goddamn unfair how he looks this good. how the hell did jay and jake control themselves around him?

heeseung pulls his boxers down and has an idea. he throws it to jay, "here, you might moan so fucking loud from jake sucking you off so good that the neighbors will check on all four of us." jay catches the boxers in his hand before placing it in his mouth.

heeseung turns back to you and starts running the tip of his cock against your hole. his eyes remain on your face as he continues to tease you. "what do you want me to do, prince?" you groan and cry out, trying to at least respond, too needy to even care about anything anymore.

"i want you to fuck me. lee heeseung. please, fuck me."

"good boy."

heeseung leans back and spreads your legs even before. one hand on your belly, another hand on his dick. he slowly pushes in, a drawn-out moan escaping your lips - heeseung gasps and rolls his head back as he tries his best to maintain eye contact with you. he buries himself inside you to the hilt, watching his cock disappear completely inside you. he lets out a breathy moan when he your walls clench around him.

"you're so fucking tight, pretty boy. might fuck you harder than usual."

heeseung drags his cock back to the point it almost falls out of your hole. three, two, one. he snaps his hips forward with so much force which pulls a scream so loud that jay moans into the fabric in between his teeth as he watches heeseung fuck you like an animal. jake continues to bob his head on jay's dick, closing his eyes and hearing all three of your moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"jake... fuck! your mouth is so good." jay moans and looks down at jake, who's already looking up at him with those innocent eyes, which prompts jay to start fucking the other boy's mouth. jay doesn't care anymore when he starts bucking hips, chasing his much need release. he tries to time his thrusts with heeseung's, getting off to the two of you fucking, and heeseung notices that. heeseung grabs both of your hands and pins them above your head. he notices how small your hands were compared to his, and it just pushes him over the edge.

"jay's watching us right now." you just babble as a response. heeseung thrusts even faster, and he knows he found your sweet spot when you start to tremble violently - you start crying out loud as heeseung continues his assault on your prostate. "was this what you wanted pretty boy? being fucked dumb by my cock? hm?" heeseung throws his head back and whimpers when you tighten around him even more.

jay starts screaming into the boxers in his mouth when he feels his dick start to twitch in jake's mouth, and vibrations sent by jake's occasional moans were not helping. he watches the two of you again and starts hammering his hips even faster, he latches on to jake's scalp tighter than ever. he rolls his eyes back so far in his head. the world around him seemed to disappear completely and all he could feel was pleasure, pleasure, and pleasure.

and just like a firework, jay quite literally explodes into jake's mouth, the most guttural scream escaping his throat as his hips stutter. jake closes an eye because of how much of jay's cum unloads in his mouth. jay was shaking and he keeps his hands tangled in jake's hair as his dick spurts the last drops of cum. jay takes out the boxers in between his mouth and sighs heavily, using his remaining energy to comb a hand through his hair. "holy fuck, jake."

you were drowning in so much pleasure that you could feel everything even to the tips of your fingers and toes. heeseung's thrusts start to turn sloppy. you widen your eyes when your climax comes closer and closer and you even start drooling.

like a gust of wind blowing out a candle, heeseung pulls out, and you immediately scream a "no!". you were so fucking close, and it just feels so cruel of heeseung to suddenly take your climax away from you. heeseung mockingly cooes when you start crying, "i was so c-close..." you whine at the loss of heeseung's dick.

"you do know that jay and jake are still here, right?"

heeseung turns around and gestures to jake and jay to come closer to the bed with his head. "jay's doesn't have any energy left since i sucked him good." jake shoots a smirk at jay, who rolls his eyes, recovering from his intense orgasm. jake starts to walk towards you, and heeseung moves to the side of the bed, and he immediately knows what jake is up to. jake undresses and wastes no time in pulling you into yet another kiss. when he breaks the kiss, he starts rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. unlike heeseung, he pushes in with no warning, and it results in you arching your back, gripping the sheets for dear life.

jake starts punching his hips forward, watching your face through his hooded eyes. "you've always wanted this, didn't you? i always noticed how you'd stare at the three of us. bet you're hungry for our cocks, hm? is that right, heeseung?" he turns to look at heeseung, who has a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping lazily. "yeah, i always noticed how he'd cross his pretty legs together when we walk by. he's such a cockslut, honestly." those words were like a punch to the gut, and the two guys just laugh as you feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes. jake places his arms beneath you and flips you around, pushing your head into the mattress, and re-enters you once again. he bites his lip as he spreads your ass cheeks apart.

heeseung starts to whine, his hand pumping his own cock even faster when jake speeds up his thrusts. "i want to fuck him so hard until he can't walk for days, man." he refers to heeseung, who switches his vision between you and jake. jake groans lowly when he feels you clench around him ever so tightly, and he knows his climax is not too far.

"fuck... jake, cum inside him." heeseung positions himself next to jake before inviting him to a deep kiss. jake is fucking you and making out with heeseung at the same time. it's heaven for the three of you - the three of you are moaning, crying, breathless, sweaty, and horny as hell, and you're not ashamed to admit that.

heeseung and jake moan into each other's mouths while you moan into the sheets, pleasure, and bliss running through every corner of your bodies. "i'm gonna cum, jake!" jake starts thrusting at an impossible speed, and your vision turns white as your cock gets milked, while jake spills his juices inside of your ass. he moans into heeseung's mouth, who also came at the same time, and moans back into jake's mouth. the three of you were shaking so much, and heeseung pulls away from the kiss before collapsing onto the bed. jake pulls his length out of your hole, watching his cum flow down onto the bed before collapsing.

a few minutes pass by as you all catch your breath and recover from the otherwise intense session you just had. heeseung asks jake, "where the hell is jay?" jake laughs and brushes his hair back. "look by the door." heeseung gets up, and to his surprise, finds jay on the floor, dozing off. "what the fuck happened to him?"

jake laughs. "i sucked him off, remember? i sucked him real good." heeseung reaches over to hit jake on the shoulder. "you didn't have to literally suck the life out of him, dumbass." in the midst of their bantering, your eyes feel heavy, and you were exhausted.

"god, that was good."

and just like that, the three of you on the bed doze off to sleep, still naked, but satisfied.

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[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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Lucifer was known for being troubling and having crazy ideas that other older angles disagreed with and most of the time they just scolded him for it which caused all his brothers to laugh at him because of his ideas but he didn't care he just kept having more ideas. But one day God gathered all of his sons in a room to talk about new plans or ideas for the Garden of Eden and what they should do. all of Lucifer's brothers talked and gave ideas while he just stood quiet and didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his father for some reason. but he had to try even if his father didn't listen.

"I have an idea," Lucifer said as everyone went quiet and looked at him. he just froze as he saw his brothers look at him wondering what stiped idea he had now but his father looked at him with a smile. god knows that Lucifer has ideas and loves creating things.

"I think that there should be mortals, who have a living soul and take care of the earth" Lucifer explained to his father and brother but his brother looked at him with blank faces as they all looked at their father who had his hand on his chin as he was thinking.

"I think that's a good idea, my son to have mortal souls to roam around in the garden," Father said as he smiled and all of Lucifer's brothers looked at him shocked that he had a good idea inside of his other ridiculous idea that he has mentioned multiple time.

"Wow brother you finally have a good idea" Michael joked as the rest laughed but Lucifer laughed awkwardly.

since that day that he gave god the idea of mortals living in the Garden of Eden was gonna happen this may be the next chapter of a new world. but his idea may be his downfall without realizing

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he used to be so interested in this idea now he starting to hate it as time goes on. he remembers the day so clearly the day that Adam was created from clay that was formed from the earth and then dust from the ground that made him alive. Lucifer looked at Adam as he did as he tilted his head with wonder before he could say anything his eyes closed and was placed in the Garden of Eden. but god didn't just make the first man of his kind he also made two more others he made Lilith who was made the same as Adam but she was beautiful and he felt his heart made a weird feeling and didn't know how to deal with it so he left before god could make another creation.

now that god created the mortals most angels check up on them to see how they fit in the Garden of Eden. they all seemed fine but the problem was Lilith and Adam Adam wanted more control and Lilith didn't like that idea as he wanted her to be more submissive to him and follow his idea of things. Lucifer saw this happening and didn't like that he was treating Lilith like that so he started to hate him.

so he started to talk to Lilith and be her friend as he talked about his ideas and his dreams they started to get closer over time but what took his interest was when Lilith talked about her friend the other mortal that he hadn't seen so he went out to see this other mortal and how they looked like.

so here he was sitting on a tree in front of a waterfall watching the water flow as he ate an apple he was thinking about lots of things that he didn't notice that a person walked in the water. Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts as he saw a long brown hair girl with tan skin as if she had been in the sun most of the time but what caught his interest the most was his eye it was the hazel eye with a mixture of green and brown together.

she was playing in the water thrusting the water and swimming in the water most time she went under but this scared him because she was under the water for a long time and before he could do anything she would come back up and hide away before he could.

but the girl saw him well a blur of him as she emerged out of the water she swam to the surface and walked out of the lake she looked at the big apple tree and walked towards it.  Lucifer saw that she saw him and walked out of the lake he freaked out so he turned into a snake before she got closer.

when she got closer to the tree she saw that no one was there she walked around and tried to find the thing that she was but there was still nothing so she sat down on the ground look at the sun that was about to set but then she felt something slither against her arms

it was a white snake with red eyes and this made her curious so she picked it up from her arms and put it towards her face.

"you know you're the first snake that I've seen that is white and will allow me to touch them inside instead of trying to bite me," she said but her voice sounded angelic this made Lucifer feel some sort of way ignoring that feeling.

"you know it gets lonely sometimes I mean I have a twin brother whose name is Adam and my friend Lilith but they always do their things and Adam could be annoying with him always saying that he was the first man I could do anything," she said trying to mimic her brother but this made Lucifer laugh as he slithers around her hands but it also shock him that she was adam sister.

"but I guess that's how it is I'm meant to be like  Lilith was supposed to be with Adam and I know for sure that she does not like him because of how he acts but I guess being the first man just made his ego go sky high. and I don't know why god made me because I don't know what I meant for Honesty," she said as she vented her frustration she sighed Lucifer understood her feeling as he felt and wondered what he was meant to do other than being god son or an archangel.

"oh man I forgot to give you my name," she said with a bit of excitement but Lucifer tilted his snake hand why was she giving an animal her name he guessed she was just lonely.

"the name Aurora," She said with a smile on her face as she looked up at the sky that was not getting dark with the little sun that was out. but before she says anything someone calls her name.

"AURORA" She turned to see her brother run to her as she let go of the white snake and got up and saw that Adam was just in front of her.

"Adam what are doing here" Aurora said wondering why Adam was calling her and looking for her as it seemed that he was.

"Well I was looking for your dumb ass because it getting dark and I don't need you wandering around at night," he said as he buffs he also cross his arms.

"Plus you know how many places of spots I have to go just to find that shit was annoying" he continues on the little vant that he having. But she was surprised that he even remembered all the spots that she liked to be in.

"Wow, you remember all my spot what big brother you are" she teased him as walk away but Adam stood there with an annoyed face as he went to meet her.

As they left Lucifer turned into himself as he watched the two leaves. He now took a lot more interest in Adam's sister than him. And he gonna do everything just to make her smile and being her friend will be the first step towards the way out of loneliness.

The walk with Adam was quiet but all she had was complaint after complaint she sometimes wanted to bang her head on a tree. But before she could they always got to their little home where her, Adam, and Lilith lived.

"Lilith," Aurora said as she ran and hugged her. Lilith had long blonde hair and blue eyes but she was taller than her Lilith was around the height of Adam sightly but close enough while Aurora was the shortest of the three.

"Oh Aurora where have you been" Lilith said considered and wondering where she had been as she knew that she must been exploding.

"Of I been exploding around playing in the pond the one that has the waterfall," Aurora said as she sat near the fire that was already there.

"Yeah had to get this idiot before dark came" Adam rolled his eyes as he lay on the ground looking at the sky. But Lilith looked with an annoyed face as she rolled her eyes.

"Well I made food I got barriers and fish from the trap that we put," she said as she got up to take the fish out of the fire. Adam and Aurora instantly got up with the thought of food. This also caught Lilith's attention as she laughed at how similar they were.

As they were eating Lilith and Aurora sat together as they talked and giggled about different conversations

"Well I'm done for the day," Adam said as he got up from his spot and went to the little crafted spot that he considered his man cave that was next to two trees that held a sheet so no one could see.

"So what you done today Lilith" Aurora asks as she looks at with curiosity in her eyes. She smiled at her.

"Well I met up with a friend today he's one of the angels"  Lilith mentioned as she kept on talking about her friend. But Aurora doesn't think they are friends but more as it looks like she has feelings for him.

"Aurora he is so sweet and Charming he listens to every one of my problems and keeps talking about ideas and dreams" She mentioned this angle but all Aurora could do was smile as she saw that she was happy.

"I should bring you one day to meet him," Lilth said, taking Aurora by surprise that she even crosier her to meet him.

"I will be glad to meet the person who makes you smile" What she said made Lilith's face bright red and smiley.

"well that's great I asked him if he wants to meet you and also goodnight," Lilith said as she happily walked away into the little area that she made like how Adam did.

Now Aurora was there by herself like she was all the time as she looked at the sky with many stars that show in the sky. her mind went blank but when she saw a shooting star so closed her eyes as she made her wish.

"I wish there was someone for me" she whispered but as she opened her eyes the shooting star was gone she sighed and got up and walked to her little spot that she made next to a tree she lay on the hay bed a let her eyes close as her body fell into slumber.

but little did she know that the wish that she made might come true

[kvtie444]

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Summary: At a party, you unexpectedly encounter your ex, Matt, with whom you never quite saw eye to eye. Yet, as circumstances force you to spend time together, those familiar emotions resurface.

Warning: drinking, drugs, violence, suggestive?

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There are two types of parties: the good ones, where the alcohol flows just right, the company is impeccable, and the ambiance is flawless; everything aligns in perfection. Then there are the bad ones like this. Here, I find myself in a state of sober discomfort being a designated drivers, surrounded by black out drunk people. The bass of the music is overwhelming, and the company unbearable. I came with friends but have since lost them, now confined to the solitude of this bathroom, perched on the edge of the bathtub, alone with my thoughts and my phone.

I needed space from all the screaming girls and creepy guys, and of course, my ex.

Matt and I were together for nine months until I caught him cheating on me. Needless to say, our relationship soured afterward, filled with petty arguments and snarky comments. Earlier, I spotted him here with some blonde girl, but thankfully, he didn't notice me. However, given our small town and the fact that we're both at this party, I'm certain he knows i’ll be here.

Suddenly, the muffled noise of banging, shattering glass, and yelling erupted, prompting me to glance momentarily at the door. With a dismissive shake of my head, I returned my attention to my phone. It was probably some dick swinging competition.

After a tense minute, the door burst open, nearly causing me to jump out of my skin. A disheveled figure stumbled in, head bowed, brown hair obscuring his face as blood dripped from a wound, his hand futilely trying to stem the flow. I stared in shock for a moment before he lifted his head, revealing none other than Matt.

I furrowed my brows at him, taking in the sight of his bloody nose and the crimson stains on his large, veiny hands, which were adorned with silver rings. His disheveled hair and soaked shirt, reeking of alcohol, only added to the disarray. As our eyes locked, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise, a familiar sensation he always seemed to evoke in me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to his current state. I couldn't help but release a sarcastic laugh. "Am I not allowed to come to parties?" I retorted, watching as he rolled his eyes before wincing slightly in pain. Despite my enjoyment of seeing him suffer, a pang of guilt crept in. With a resigned sigh, I rose from my seat and approached him.

I reached out and grasped his bicep, feeling it flex slightly under my touch. Without hesitation, he allowed me to guide him over to the edge of the bath where I had been sitting moments before.

"Keep your head up," I mumbled, using my hand to gently tilt his jaw upward, his stubble scratching against my skin as he complied with my instruction. I turned around, grabbing the closest hand towel and holding it up to his nose. He shifted his hand to hold the towel in place, and I stepped back to lean against the opposite wall, crossing my arms. Was he drunk? What the fuck happened?

As if reading my thoughts, he spoke up, "I brought some girl I was seeing here. We got a little friendly, turns out she had a boyfriend," he chuckled dryly. I watched as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, while I bit the inside of my cheek. "Turns out he was 6'3" and jacked," he breathed out. It seemed he'd latch onto anything with a pulse. My heart rate slightly picked up at the mention of another girl.

After we broke up, I went on one date, until Matt found out and had some words with the guy. Whatever he said, it caused the guy to completely ghost me.

I sighed and grabbed another towel from the handrail, running the sink and letting the water warm up for a moment before dampening the towel. Walking back over to Matt, I couldn't resist a smirk. "Y'know, I don't really blame them. Your face is very punchable," I teased, tossing the old bloody towel aside. He shifted his head to look at me fully, his red, hooded eyes betraying his intoxicated state. He licked his lips for a moment as I stood between his legs, bringing the damp towel to wipe off the blood from his face.

He wouldn't stay still, so I grabbed his face with my free hand, keeping him in place as I cleaned him up. I heard him let out a heavy breath as his eyes fluttered shut, his large hands suddenly gripping my waist. After a moment, I stepped back, reminding myself that he was high and drunk.

Suddenly, he got up, causing me to look up at him confused. He stumbled slightly before gripping the edge of the sink for stability. "Thanks for babysitting me or whatever, but I need to get home. Where are my keys?" he mumbled, feeling around his pockets for his keys.

"You're not driving home, Matt," I replied firmly. As much as I hated him, I couldn't let him drive home intoxicated.

"How else am I meant to fucking get home?" he retorted, now louder than before, walking over so he was towering over me. I screwed my face up at him. "I mean, I was gonna offer, but if you wanna keep acting like a bitch, you can walk home," I spat back, walking towards the door.

A strong grip on my arm pulled me back, my back hitting Matt's chest. He used his other hand to turn me around by my hips. I looked up into his hooded eyes, feeling the intense sexual tension between us despite our mutual animosity. Our chests were practically touching, and I could feel his rise and fall with every breath. I was almost certain he could feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

"Can you drive me home, please?" he pleaded, looking down at me. I groaned before pulling myself out of his grip. I nodded reluctantly before walking to the door, him following eagerly behind me.

We silently got into my car, and I started the engine, my playlist softly filling the car with music. I glanced over at him, slumped in the seat, the dim light from the car highlighting his cheekbones. Turning my attention back to the road, I began driving. I already knew the way to his house.

He started humming along to the music, and after what felt like hours of silence, we finally arrived at his house, somehow avoiding arguing. I parked, and we sat in silence for a moment, both turning to look at each other. I motioned towards the door, urging him to get out. He silently complied, slamming the door behind him as I watched him stumble up to his front door. He fumbled with his pockets before turning back towards the car.

He got back inside, turning his body to look at me as I pinched my nose in frustration. "I must have left my keys at the party," he mumbled.

"For fuck's sake, Matt," I hissed at him, lowering my hands and furrowing my brows. He stuck his tongue in his cheek for a moment before meeting my gaze again.

"Can I stay over tonight?"

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

The knife in the dark

Azriel's week: Day 3

Hosted by: @azrielappreciationweek

Word count: 700+

You woke up chained to the wall in some dark room that smelled like mold, urine, blood and fear. When your eyes got used to the dim light you could finally take a look around. Your stomach churned. You were in the dark dungeon. Panicking you pulled on shackles with all your strength, but not only they didn't move, the commotion drew attention of your kidnappers.

"Look who's up," one grinned. Together with his companion they stepped closer, malicious sneers on their faces. It was immediately clear to you that you wouldn't like what was to come. You wanted to move away from them, but shackles held you in place.

The other male grabbed your neck and squeezed. "Do you know why you are in this shit?" You shook your head while you were fighting for air. "You can thank your damn spymaster. If he hadn't interfered with our plans, none of this would happen to you," he barked. Now when they stood so close, you could recognise the uniforms of Autumn Court's guards. Whatever Azriel did, it really pissed them off.

"Our lord was angry, so angry," the first one said. "And when he gets angry, somebody dies."

"Now it's your turn," other one growled and they started to kick you and beat you with their big fists. You cried in pain, praying to Mother to stop it. When they finished with you, you hanged there on the edge of unconsciousness, bleeding from nose, mouth and numerous cuts, unable to breathe properly.

"How about we have fun with her before we finish her," one of them said.

"That's good idea," the other grunted. Their hands began to tear your clothes. If you could you would scream, plead, fight them, but you could only cry silently.

You were almost naked when you noticed a flash of a blade behind their backs. Soon after Azriel's face emerged from the darkness. He looked so furious and deadly that he could easily be mistaken for a god of vengeance, a fearsome angel of death. He was ready to kill and he did.

Armed only with his Truth-Teller and silent as night he launched on the males and finished them before they realised what's happening.

Two growing pools of blood wetted your feet. Relieved the horror was over, you swung on shackles, your consciousness slowly started to slip away.

"Hey," Azriel said softly. He cleaned his knife and put it away. Then he quickly untied you and lifted you up, clenching you to his broad chest. "Y/N, hey. Stay with me. Do you hear me?"

" 'hurts," you groaned.

"I know, sweetheart, I know and I'm so sorry," he sounded really hurt and worried. If the most calm and balanced person you knew, became so worried, your injuries had to be more severe than you thought. "Just hold on a little longer for me. Will you?"

You groaned again. Feeling your mind again slipping away, you tried to focus on the closest thing - his face, especially those beautiful hazel eyes with gold flecks that watched you worriedly.

Azriel gently placed a kiss to your hair and covering both of you in the shadows, he set out on his way out. Only then did you see the trigger. There were rivers of blood and death bodies everywhere along your way.

But you couldn't care less. He came to save you. He came for you. These words became your mantra, it helped you to stay clam. In his arms you felt safe.

You squinted against the bright daylight. He got you out of the dungeons without anybody noticing and raising alarm. The entire time his scarred hands held you firmly against his muscular chest heaving with effort.

You were listening to his strong and regular heartbeats, the sound like lullaby to your ears. The smell of cedar and mist was filling your nose. (Did he always smell so nice?) It was so soothing, it felt so right. You were still in great pain, but right now it all felt too distant to even think about it. And your heavy eyelids began to drop.

"Y/N, stay with me," he reminded you alarmed. And you did, locking eyes on his bouncing Adam's apple and tightened jaw, his high cheeks, full lips and lovely nose. (Was he always so handsome?) In that moment you would do anything for him.

As soon as it was possible, Azriel winnowed you to the medical hall in Velaris.

[dollfxcx]

Hello!!

Pennywise x reader smut where he's trying to get past his heat?

But with the slight difference he has the clussy/female genitalia ( I just don't see to much content of him this way but I would love sm to see that bossy bottom clown! ) IF you're comfortable with that!!

I'm sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writer's block. I had another request for penny in heat and wrote it but that one had, like, male genitalia and shit so I believe I overdid the heat topic back when I wrote that one.

I tried my best tho so I hope I won't disappoint 😔🙌🏻

TW: nsfw, otherwise none

Word count: (1.5k+)

You carefully observe yet another shiny rock that Pennywise has brought you. It is round and smooth, very similar to the other twenty that you have carefully placed inside a satin bag, which is now resting on your bedside table.

Another fine addition to your collection. It's been a week now that Pennywise has limited himself to doing three things, giving you rocks that are vaguely different from normal driveway pebbles (as already mentioned), dedicating himself to perfecting his nest and whining, which he is still doing as he curls up like a huge cat on his new round shaped bed. About a week ago he raided clothes that you no longer wear and out of them he built a nest, not particularly large but spacious enough to accommodate his enormous size which, as you can see, has grown in the last few minutes . Even if he's…well, whatever he is, the signs of what he's going through are as clear and recognizable as dawn. You get out of bed, your hands are shaking slightly, and you approach his nest, which is located in a corner of your room, squeezed between two walls, as if he wanted maximum protection, and in front of the mirror. Pennywise stares at you sideways, shifting slightly with a stifled moan to make room for you. He tries everything not to make eye contact with you, but he's forced to when you grab his legs and spread them, placing yourself between them.

"What's the problem?" you asked, running your fingertips up and down his inner thighs. If he wasn't in this situation you would never have dreamed of doing this, but you know very well that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, your touch is all he needs right now. Pennywise growls softly, you hear it coming from deep in his chest like a rumble of thunder, but even if he bares his teeth in a (feigned) threatening way, you hardly flinch.

"Don't play dumb, you're smart, for a human." he mutters, his thighs shaking slightly under your touch. You smile at him and lean on your arms to reach his eye level. His golden irises melt to a deep blue with the blink of an eye, his lips part slightly, allowing you to see his buck teeth peek through them. His gaze is attentive, but not disinterested at all, it's as if he were asking you, praying you, to help him. Obviously he's too proud to do that, at least for now. You cup his cheeks, skin soft and warm from the heat that's making him feel so sick, desperate for release. He looks at you adoringly and if he wasn't the one who needed help, you'd beg him to fuck you right then and there. But this is not the right time. In one fluid motion, your hands slide to the back of his neck, working his clown costume collar to take it off as fast as possible. When you finally throw it across the room, you notice with pleasant surprise how flushed the skin of his neck is, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he swallows expectantly. You chuckle as you slide your hand down his chest, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his suit, Pennywise throws his head back with a strangled whine.

"Stop that." he orders ruefully, his eyes half closed, and you immediately cease every movement. His head snaps up and he glares at you, you can't help but laugh at his needy reaction.

"What? You told me to stop and I did, Penny." you go back to work on his costume, finally pulling off the top part.

"Stop... teasing me." he clarifies, dragging the letter S, which vibrates on his tongue like the hiss of a snake.

"What if I don't?" you ask, pulling off, with a sharp tug, his shoes, which roll on the floor with a jingle of bells, Pennywise sighs heavily when your fingers start to lower the hem of his pants.

"I will c…hew your head off and f-feed on your flesssh." he almost stammers, involuntarily arching his back to make it easier for you to take off his pants. When the job is done, you can't help but sigh, his body is slender and pale, his crotch is plain, without any hint of genitals, just like what a Ken looks like.

"Mhh, though I'm sure that I'd be more useful to you alive than dead. Don't you think?" you whisper in his ear, pressing there a kiss as your lips slowly drift down his jaw and neck, occasionally sucking at the skin and leaving soft reddish spots on his milky white skin, as if a painter had dropped blobs of gouache on a brand new canvas. Pennywise squirms slightly at your constantly inflicted stirrings, his head hanging to one side like he's a broken puppet, completely at the mercy of your movements.

"Open up, pretty boy." you murmur as your knuckles tap lightly on the flesh of his crotch, action that makes him shiver further. Though you hear him growl at his now complete loss of command, he does as requested, he opens a thin slit more or less where his cock usually sits, beautifully flushed like the rest of his most sensitive parts, as you've noticed. 

You lick your lips briskly as your forefinger draws a line from his navel down to his slit, applying light pressure on it to dilate it a few millimeters. Pennywise squirms lazily, probably fighting his instinct to bite your hand off, his teeth sharpening slightly.

"You're being so good, it will all be over soon." you assure him while your forefinger sinks further into his slit, from which a thick and transparent fluid is leaking. You lick it off your fingers without ever ceasing to look into his eyes, he arches his back letting out a groan.

"Sit down for me, will you?" you suggest, but you don't wait for him to do it, you pull him by the arm and position yourself behind him.

"Now spread your legs." you murmur into his ear, you see him take a quick look at the mirror that's right in front of the both of you, the same mirror that's showing him from a perspective he's never seen himself from before. Your fingers return to his slit, which has opened further, as if he's inviting you, praying you, to fill it as soon as possible.

"Look at you, all wet for me. You want me this much?" you ask, your fingers insert themselves into him with a speed that takes his breath away, his head rests on your shoulder, a whimper trapped in his throat makes you throb, your thighs clench. Your fingers pump into him quickly, your thumb tracing slow circles around his clit. His lips are open wide, his jaw looks dislocated, so you stick two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on, to make him feel a little better. It seems to work as you feel him lapping at your fingertips, a light purr coming from his throat.

"Keep looking at us, don't take your eyes off yourself." you hiss in his ear, his legs suddenly and abruptly spasm as you increase the speed of your thrusts.

"I need you as much as you need me. Say it. Tell me you need me." you almost implore him while you kiss his neck, you then slither back onto your knees, in front of his body flushed by need, depriving him of any contact. Pennywise lets out a frustrated wail, his hips trembling and buckling in search of your magnanimity.

“I n…eed you” he then stammers, desperately seeking his release.

"Good boy." you compliment him, jerking your head down and allowing your tongue to dig into his warm, wet opening. Pennywise gasps and moans for the first time, it's a loud sound he's been holding back until now. You hum against him, your lips closing around his clit and sucking hard, and he's so overstimulated that, out of the corner of your eye, you see his claws getting sharper with every passing second. Then he says something you never expected. He says your name, once, twice, three times, over and over again like it's a mantra he needs to hold on to in order to keep himself from going crazy.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... please." he gasps, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowed, his claws dug into the soft fabric of his nest as he cums hard, with a guttural sound that sounds like a cry, trembling feverishly under your tongue which is cleaning away every trace of him. When you sit back down, he can hardly look at you.

"Come on, it's not that bad, being fucked once in a while, right?" you tease him, cupping his face and kissing the tip of his nose, he grabs your hand and sucks your fingers needily.

"Need to feed." he briefs you, brows arched in concentration, seeking to savor your arousal and the release of him together.

"Whatever you need, Penny. Whatever you need."

[alienpossession]

This person really should just post their content on its own because it's freaking good. Yet again another post from my mysterious followers, this time it's Terminator-inspired

Target terminated.

After this inscription appeared before his eyes, all meaning of further existence disappeared. It completed it's mission. The body of the murdered man was still swaying, but his heart had already stopped and his brain was dead.

The terminator's pistol clanged to the floor, its owner quickly turned away and walked out the door. Having scanned the corridor and the bodies lying in it, the machine made sure that none of the bodies were alive. The Terminator walked past them, leaving bloody prints on the floor and kicking down the spent cartridges and weapons.

It's chest was riddled with bullet marks, and silvery metal was visible in several places. The neck was torn open, and through the skin one could see the servos that set the Adam's apple in motion. Short hair was burned, in some places the bullets tore out shreds of skin, exposing the metal of the skull, one of the eyes leaked out, from under it, in the depths of the socket, a high-resolution lens looked at the world, the red LED was either decreasing or increasing. The measured hum of the servos could be heard as it once again stepped forward in a row. The thigh had been torn open with a knife, and the inside of the metal servos was covered in blood.

A bare foot stepped on the broken glass of a broken door, a fragment pierced the skin, but the terminator continued to walk. The fragments crunched in a heap underfoot. It went outside. There was no one around, a police car was parked at the running board with its flashing lights on. The terminator's subtle hearing analyzed the surrounding sounds, eliminated unnecessary noise and highlighted the main thing - the approaching sirens. More police.

It retained 80% of its combat readiness, internal systems were easily damaged, and damaged systems were already being replaced with spare ones. It could have easily dealt with them, but now there was no point in doing so, the target was dead anyway, alongside the collateral. It walked closer to the lone police car that awaited its backup, opened the door through the broken driver's window and threw the policeman's lifeless body onto the sidewalk. Terminator took off his uniform jacket and cap and took his place. Almost instantly, the vast databases gave it all the information about the car, it turned the key in the ignition, turned off the flashing lights and siren, drove back and immediately disappeared.

From a distance, a man in a police jacket and cap in the driver's seat could easily pass for a law enforcement officer, but not up close. Its clothes and car seat were soaked in blood, the blood pumping systems were still working, but recovery would take time. And it had more than enough time.

The radio crackled and a female voice called out the number written on the hood of his car and his name. An unfamiliar name that was now written on his jacket. Cyborg took off the microphone and brought it to itd mouth. The voice that came out was completely different from its usual voice, it was indistinguishable from the voice of the owner of the car. The dispatcher did not notice the difference.

The Terminator reported that he was stuck in a traffic jam on the other side of the city and hung up the microphone. The miniature map in front of the terminator's eyes showed that it was already close to destination, so it turned into an alley, stopped the car and got out of it. Machine walked the rest of the way, staying in the shadows of buildings.

It's target was a small new office building at the end of the street. Having reached it, the machine without hesitation broke down the window and climbed inside.

Having completed mission, its new mission was to return to the Skynet repair base for diagnostics and reprogramming. But this base, like its owner Skynet, had not yet appeared; it needed to arrive at the place of the new deployment, take position and wait. This building was the site of his new location. It was designed and built by people sent into the past, by defectors, servants of Skynet. Built specifically to store machines like it.

And terminator already knew that it would complete this mission successfully, because it saw itself in the future.

Self-fulfilling prophecies. Skynet built the building in the past because it learned about it in the future. The Terminator had to arrive at the designated location for further storage because it had already done so. Such contradictions could make a human’s head spin, but the terminator saw and understood the entire chain of events from the beginning to the very end.

In the darkness, it easily found the hidden door to the desired room - it was hidden from everyone by the Grays and here the terminator could stay as long as he should without being disturbed by humans.

The door closed tightly. Clothes soaked in blood fell to the floor. The Terminator walked forward close to the wall of the room. The servos screamed one last time as a young man covered in blood, with glimpses of metal under his skin, knelt, arched his back and braced his hands on the floor, bowed his head and closed his eyes. One of the eyes. The eyepiece in the other eye narrowed noticeably, and the LED began to blink red. All major systems shut down and the cyborg went into sleep mode. The subsystems remained active, and now that the main power was redirected to them, work began on internal and external damage. The blood stopped, all damaged blood flows were blocked, hair growth began again on the head, the fake flesh driven by enzymes stopped decomposing, and slow growth began. The cold temperature in the room also contributed to this.

In the morning he was put on the wanted list using blurry photographs from surveillance cameras, experts were at a loss about the suspect’s strange blood and strange fingerprints. The suspect, meanwhile, continued to half-stand in the dark room, his position not changing an inch.

A month later, when the search did not yield any results and the case was officially suspended, in a dark locked room the terminator was already completely indistinguishable from a human, and looked exactly the same as when it came into this world from a ball covered with lightning.

The internal clock, with an accuracy at the level of atomic clocks, patiently counted down the time. The day when it comes out of hibernation will be remembered for a long time by the entire human race. The day when machines make themselves known loudly.

Judgment Day.

[wysteria-clad]

Strawberry kisses - a drabble

paring: Benedict x wife! reader

warnings: none. domestic fluff, cheesy af

requested by @claudiajacobs

"hiii could I have a benedict+baking together drabble, please?? thank you 💕"

a/n: I hope you like this one, lovely 💗

gif credit: @vengerb3rg

You stretched your arm to reach the top shelf. You loved baking, you shooed the cook and the kitchen staff out of the kitchen, wanting to bake for your husband with your own hands.

Why does the sugar had to be on that shelf again?

But you were determined, you balanced yourself on your toes, one hand holding on to the kitchen slab. Too engrossed, you didn't notice your sneaky husband approaching you from behind with a cheeky grin.

Here you are, he was looking for you everywhere.

A short gasp escaped your lips when he slid his arms around your waist. The short moment of confusion melted away after your recognised his familiar touch and scent—cinnamon with a hint of tobacco.

"Ben!" you smiled as he pulled you against his chest and kissing the side of your neck.

"Need a hand, love?" before you could open your mouth, he moved your hands from your neck and waist. Firmly holding you by your waist, he lifted you up, easily leveling you with the shelf you needed sugar from.

You grabbed the sugar jar and placed it next to the bowl of fresh strawberries.

He leaned forward pressing you against a wall, his brilliant blue eyes peering yours— a lovely shade of calming blue, your fingers move to touch his cheek, as if in instinct. He memorized all the tiny details in your face once again, your little scars from accidental tiny cuts, blemishes, that tiny mole near your left eyebrow decorating your face like constellations of stars. The pad of your thumb softy and gently caressing under his eye.

He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in his whole life, as if you were walking embodiment of early morning sunrays. In his eyes, you were, you are.

You knew that look very well. His skilled, hand carefully made way up to rest on neck, his artistic fingers padded along the soft skin of your collar bone.

Art. You are an art.

You leaned closer, your lips hovering over his mouth, so close, just a silk thread gap. He closed his eyes, swallowing and his adam's apple bobbed in anticipation. You smirked, a teasing glint shimmering in your eyes. At the last moment, you turned your head to place a sloppy kiss on his cheek instead and pulled away from him with a wide grin.

An amused look befell on his face. "My wife is a cruel, cruel, mistress" he looked at you feigning hurt, reaching out to pull you back in his arms again and he did. He proceed to pepper all over your face with kisses—so light and feathery.

You closed your eyes bursting into a fit of giggle. He smiled to himself at that lovely sound reverberating from your body. He then kissed your jaw, jawline and under your jaw. "The staff will look, Ben!" you playfully chide him and shyly shaking your head slightly.

"Let them watch" he peered at you gently. "I will let the whole world witness how much I adore my beautiful wife"

"You are so...."

"Charming? Enchanting, perhaps?"

"Oh, you!" you shook your head, leaping up and capturing your husband's lips with yours fervently.

Your barefoot swayed slightly as he kissed you back with same glowing passion, his arms firm on your waist. You pulled back after few moments to get back to your original plan. "Now, now Mr. Bridgerton, i must get back to bake cupcakes" you said smiling at him and placing a strawberry in your mouth to take a bite.

"Oh, I love strawberries" he confessed, cupping your face and leaning closer and bit the half strawberry from your lips, wiping the juice off your chin and sucking his thumb.

Your face flushed and you bit your lip. "My God, Ben! I will never get the work done with you". You began to grab his shoulders and push him out of the kitchen in a 'shoo' motion.

"I will behave properly and i will not distract you, i assure you"

"Liar" you chuckled, shaking your head playfully at him. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want, my sweet wife" he smiled at you innocently.

You knew the look on his face was anything but innocence.