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More of the past comes out in the wash
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Vash X F!Reader
CW: Sharing a bed, death, experimentation, almost vomiting, nightmares,
Word count: 2K
A/N: Chapter 4 of Donuts, donuts, and maybe some coffee:
Vash has a dream that's more like a memory gone sour. You get to learn a little more about his past and why he thinks he caused the fall as well as a sister you didn't know about.
Explosions rock the hallway as he runs, listening to the overhead system as it blares alarms as the three of them head toward the emergency escape vehicle. His heart beats like a drum in his chest as another blast in a nearby hallway rocks the area.
A blink and he screams as he hears Rem’s goodbye through the hardened viewport “Rem!” Shoved into the second seat by Nai as the belts wrap around his waist to secure him against the molded seat as the G-force takes hold.
It’s the last thing he remembers before waking up in the escape pod, following the sound of laughter that makes his chest hurt and his head spin. The sky is streaked with lights as the laughing grows louder, with Nai standing atop some of the rubble as he watches the flashes. Those flashes aren’t falling stars, it’s more of the ships breaking up in the atmosphere and burning as they crash into the planet's surface.
Something that should be exciting, his first few steps with real gravity not created by one of the plants on the ship. Not laced with fear and terror while sorrow takes hold with the burning wreckage all around him. The flickering flames illuminate some of the debris and his heart seizes in his chest. It’s some of the people from cold sleep, their faces serene but he knows the truth. They’ll never wake up. Not now.
“You killed them!” The voice in his head whispers how he’s wrong. Nai didn’t kill them.
He did.
“You’re my accomplice!”
More laughter before the words repeat again. “You’re my accomplice!” And again.
“You’re my accomplice!” And again. Ripping at the shards of his heart that keep growing smaller and smaller as it breaks more from the anguish washing through his soul and mind.
“You’re my accomplice!”
The words don’t stop ringing around him as he runs, struggling through the sand as more pods with people break up the dunes. Gasping as a hand grabs his foot and tugs him down, screaming at the burnt man looking at him. “Why?”
“Why?”
The man changes to another face, one with fierce purple eyes and raven hair. “Why Vash?” Sobbing at the face of the only maternal figure he could hold a conversation with has blood dripping from the side of those raven locks.
“Why did you let me die?” Crying as he backs up against the sand and the image changes. He’s shuffling along a metal catwalk, trying to get away from the pile of mangled bodies.
“Do we mean so little to you?” Luida is among the pile, her neck sliced open and he screams a wordless scream at the tone of her voice. A voice she shouldn’t have with those unseeing eyes in her head.
“Vash” Flailing his arms as he tries to turn to run away. To stumble away from the horrors of the things he’s done.
Except one of his arms is gone. “Vash!”
A black void spins just beside him, swallowing everything as the catwalk flakes and is sucked up into it as well. Time seems to slow as he notices flecks of red being absorbed into the swirling blackness. Blood. From him. Screaming as he’s dragged towards the center of the mass.
“Vash!” Jumping in the bed as he screams his panic, with sweat pouring down his body in streams. He can feel his hair is soaked with some of the strands landing in his eyes making him blink faster while he pants, a hand over his battered chest.
“You’re ok Vash, you’re ok. It was just a bad dream.” Still panting he turns to you, for a moment unknowing who you are before his memory comes back at the sight of the concern clear on your face as your hands slide along his skin. Rubbing the muscles along his back in what feels like a soothing motion trying to help calm to him. Pressing the heel of his hand into his eyes as he makes noises like a broken animal.
He can’t seem to get his breathing under control or get his heart rate to slow down. “Shit.” Swatting his hands at you as he struggles from under the covers to run for the bathroom, a hand over his mouth as his stomach feels like it’s going to rebel against him. Landing in front of the toilet but nothing comes back up, nothing except his own labored breathing as he leans against the surface seeing a blurry reflection of himself in the tainted waters.
He looks like shit.
With measured steps you follow behind him, grabbing a washcloth and getting it wet with cool water before placing it on the back of his neck. “I guess maybe a bit more than a bad dream.” Keeping your tone neutral as you watch for a few minutes before stepping away,to head back into the room to grab his canteen before rejoining him in the bathroom. “Still feel sick?”
“Just a little.” Rubbing at his face as Vash sat by the bowl, his breathing seemed to have slowed and you don’t see the pulsing of his heartbeat in his neck any longer that had been visible as he lunged from the bed. That’s a good sign.
“Here.” Handing him his canteen as you remained standing. “Do you wanna stay up for a bit or get back in bed?” It’s an honest question, since the events on Home and your past coming out both of you have been having more bad dreams as of late. Dreams neither of you seem ready to fully admit are because of the past refusing to stay just that.
“I think getting in bed might be a good idea, not sure how much sleep I’ll be getting though.” Taking a few sips of water before standing with the cloth still on the back of his neck. Something in his voice tells you he’s still reeling from whatever was plaguing him in his dreams.
“We can stay up if you want?” Holding your hand out for him to take and intertwining your fingers as the two of you head back to the bed in the room. Vash just shakes his head before turning to lob the damp fabric into the sink, letting you crawl back under the covers before he slides in next to you.
“You don’t need to stay awake because I am.” Curling his arm around your side and tracing an invisible pattern along your ribs with his prosthetic fingers. A motion you find soothing but you know it’s as much to distract you as it is to him.
“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” Giving what you hope is a reassuring smile before placing a hand over his scared chest, your index finger trailing along the raised edges of the injury above his heart. “Do you wanna talk about the nightmare?”
A sigh from Vash as he drops his head onto the pillow. “Not really.” Another sigh from him and you’re more than willing to accept that answer. A lick of his lips with a shudder along his shoulders before he speaks again. “I’ve been seeing the fall in my dreams.”
“Vash” A pained longing in your voice as you say his name, you might not know what he went through but the ingrained belief that he was the cause of the fall eats at your heart. You can’t believe it, no matter what scenarios have played out in your head, and maybe now you’ll get an answer to the question as to why he thought it was because of him.
“I just…” Trailing off and you can see the thoughts swimming in his eyes as he works to swallow, like everything is so much harder for him to try and voice or come to terms with. “I don’t understand why Nai changed the data for all the ships, what made him think he needed to do it.”
“Vash, you probably never will. You can’t keep blaming yourself for that, you were a child and you didn’t make him do it.”
“He needed Rem’s access code to do it, and I gave it to him.” A somber note in his voice as his eyes trail down to stare at the sheets between your bodies.
“Did he tell you why he needed it?” A noise of confusion from Vash as you move your hand to toy with his hair. “Before you gave it to him? Did he say why?”
“No. I mean, he learned it when I unlocked secure files on the computer.” You almost want to slap your face at his admission. Of course, Vash didn’t just hand the information over.
“Vash, that isn’t giving him the code.”
“It is to me. We shared everything.” Biting his lip as if he’s unsure of something and you get ready to argue only for it to die in your throat. “We found Tesla after I used the code so maybe I just forgot about it.” Now it’s you feeling nauseous as a weight drops in your stomach, and you feel your heart lurch.
“Who’s Tesla Vash?” Keeping your voice low and cautious as you aren’t fully sure you want the answer. Not with the glazed look in his eyes as he stares into nowhere and everywhere with those downcast blue orbs.
“She was an independent born fifty years before Nai and I. She was…” Trailing off again you feel him shudder, slamming his eyes shut, and a pained noise rises from his throat that reminds you more of a wounded animal ready to accept the worst.
“If it hurts we can stop Vash, I shouldn’t have asked about the nightmare.” Sweeping your fingers along the side of his face, you always push, and it just brings more pain to both of you. Sometimes you hate that about yourself because it’s not fair to Vash or you.
“I…” His arm tightens along your back, sliding you closer to his body. “I want you to know this.” His voice cracks, with almost no space between you now as Vash lands a hand on the back of your head and tucks your face into his neck. Like this, you can hear his shallow breathing and the low thump of his heart. “Nai and I, we were always curious. Always looking for more information about plants, humans, and us. Nai thought there was more to the story beyond what Rem told us, so one day Nai tried to get into the secure archives. When I helped him we found files on us.” Swallowing again, as the beating of his heart speeds up.
You reach out as best as you can with so little space between your bodies to try and trail your fingers along his skin to reassure him. A shutter of his breath before he starts again, his voice even as he tries to keep his emotions under control. “Under the same section as me was another file with the name Tesla, and when Nai clicked it to read more.” An involuntary squeeze of your body more against his. “It opened something behind us, glass contains like the ones most plants are kept in now. She was inside.” A hitch in his voice as Vash starts to cry and sob against you. “They experimented on her, like she was just something with different parts of her in different tanks and she was still alive.”
“Oh, Vash.” Your heart thunders in your chest as the bile in your stomach rises and you feel nothing but sorrow for him. You know he was over a year old when the fall happened. Which means at some point before then he found another being like him that humanity had torn apart to study. It makes you sick and a fire burns inside of you, it doesn’t seem to matter where you are. Humans always seem to show the worst of themselves and their curiosity stopping any form of sane thought regarding life. Inflicting pain like that on what was arguably a child all while she was still alive.
A small voice whispers how you’ve seen other species do the same, but it doesn’t mean anything right now.
“That was a lot Vash, I wish you didn’t have to go through and see that.” Wiggling one of your hands free to smooth it along his shoulders and down his back. “It’s not right at all. I’m sorry people can be so cruel.” A small part of you wonders as Vash keeps sobbing if maybe finding how the people of the ship treated the first independent that was born played into Nai wanting to crash the ships. “Knowing it upsets you that much I wish I hadn’t of asked you about the nightmare.”
“I wanted you to know.” A few more shakes and sobs from the man in your arms, a few gentle words back and forth and you hope that’s it for the night because while Vash was the one to relive the memory and you’d like to beat the shit out of people that are long dead from a crashed ship.
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Alright folks.
Just a general update but for the first time in almost two decades im doing some formal learning. With that i have some pre course work that I need to start focusing on and that is in addition to my full time job.
I'm gonna be a busy little Twink over the next few weeks while I focus on that.
So if you don't see me around and posting I haven't abandoned all blog(s) or any of the lovely works im reading. I just need to shift gears in my brain and time management skills. There might still be some fic updates for BBG&TS because I have a stock pile... but for the most part I'm gonna be pretty quiet until the middle of June.
You can still DM me but I might not respond all that quickly. So lots of kisses for this lovely community 😘 😘😘
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sigh not me writing modern au nai after getting inspired for trigun fanfic from reading your work and jelly’s work 😭
YES! Write it and be proud of it. I'm glad that my fixation on Trigun and forcing all of you to endure it has lead to a few people being inspired!
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Desperate.
Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)
Summary: What happens after Vash almost loses you.
Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader
Word Count: .8k
CW: smut, pwp, slightly rough sex, penetrative sex, angst, crying
AN: wrote most of this while I was at work ehehe so it's not really proofread
Desperate!Vash, whose heart sinks deep into the pit of his stomach whenever you get hurt or put yourself in the line of danger. A bullet flying past your head, barely missing your temple. He sees it coming, his sharp eyes watching its trajectory, yet he's not fast enough, he's not strong enough, and the only reason you're still alive is by sheer dumb luck. A little to the left, a little higher, and it would have been over, the flame of you permanently extinguished, his heart hammering away in his chest at the realization that he almost just watched you die. His hold on you is always a bit tighter after these moments, clinging to you and keeping you in his line of sight at all times. You won't get hurt. Not again. Whatever it takes, he'll keep you safe.
Desperate!Vash, who pushes you against the nearest surface as soon as the door to your shared room is closed, pulling you closer and away from prying eyes, taking your mouth in a feverish kiss that threatens to crash your teeth together every time your lips meet. His strong body presses your back into the wooden door, caging you against him. You're exactly where he wants you, exactly where he can see you. Wrapped up in his arms, encased between the door and his broken body, you're safe.
Desperate!Vash, who lifts you by your hips, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his tapered waist. He presses your back against the closest wall, his hands pulling at you– at your clothes, at your hair, at your hips– needing you closer. However close, it's not close enough. He can't be asked to take it slow, not right now, as he hurriedly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down to your knees. He tears your underwear off, leaving it to dangle loosely between the two of you before he's already shoving two long and dexterous fingers inside you. It's quick, sloppy, his fingers pumping harshly into that sweet spot inside you that has your body quaking until his hand is dripping in your arousal.
Desperate!Vash, who fumbles with his own pants, shaky hands making him struggle with his belt and zipper. He can't get them off fast enough. Just like your own pants, he doesn't bother himself with taking them off completely. He pushes them down just far enough to free himself, his cock springing from the confines of his boxers, groaning as he feels himself throbbing in the cold air.
His hands grip you, calloused palms spreading your delicate flesh as he presses the tip of himself to your entrance, a brief warning before pushing forward and completely sheathing himself in you with one sharp roll of his hips, pulling the breath from your lungs. He hisses through gritted teeth, your body barely prepped enough to accommodate the sheer girth of him. He stifles your cries of pain and pleasure with his lips, swallowing your sounds before pulling back and leaning against the side of your head. He brokenly whispers his sweet apologies, heartbreakingly chanting “I’m sorry” over and over again like a hopeless prayer as he begins swaying his hips and slamming you down onto his cock with a frenzied, almost angry rhythm that has your nails digging into the fabric of his crimson jacket.
Desperate!Vash, who knows he's not giving you the tenderness you deserve, and the guilt is enough to eat him whole, yet he can't stop. His body feels like it's burning, crumbling under the weight of knowing that he almost lost you, overwhelming his better judgment. He needs to remind himself– you're with him, you're here, you're safe, you're alive. His actions are primal, his body moving on pure instinct, the pain and guilt he keeps buried deep bubbling up. He shoves the bottom of his shirt into his mouth, teeth clenching into the fabric, holding it up to make sure nothing gets in the way of the frenetic rhythm of his cock sinking into you, and giving you a tantalizing view of the quick undulations of his lower half.
Desperate!Vash, who lets his head fall to your shoulder when he cums, sobbing into the divot of your collarbone, whimpering his apologies and praises, how much he loves you, how much he needs you. He can't live without you, and yet he'll be the reason he loses you. The crushing weight of reality floods him to the core, crippling his body with fear and grief. His arms tighten their hold on you, wishing that he didn't ever have to let you go, that another day didn't have to come so that he could never have to risk losing you.
Desperate!Vash, who only knows what his life was before you, what it is with you, and he prays to a God he doesn't believe in every time he's faced with the reality that one day, should he be cursed to live so long, there will be a time after you.
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#biancalattei#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun maximum#vash the stampede#bunny Vash!#he deserves all the rabbit goodies
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Drinking makes you whimsy, no wonder you try not to anymore
Rating: 18+ Minor DNI
Pairing: Vash X F!Reader
CW: drinking, bad pick up lines, non-consensual touch
Word count: 1.9 K roughly
A/N: Chapter three of "Thoughts lost in the sand"
You have a drink, or several, and your thoughts get a way from you. Being a little more whimsical than usual as you turn down someone that seems to think you're drunk and an easy pick up. Too bad there isn't enough alcohol on the desert planet for that.
Another one shot that isn't quite in the right place... I swear someday I will tell a story in order... someday!
You weren’t sure what had come over you that night sitting there at the bar in the saloon. But the burn of the cheap whiskey, as it traveled down your throat, was reminding you of the past, so you’d kept going, still sipping on a glass of water between throwing the shots back.
Maybe it was the general joyful atmosphere that seemed to be permeating the air. Or maybe the fact you’d been on the desert planet long enough that the idea of remaining sober every night had finally gotten to you. Maybe the stress from trying to remain unattached from everything finally became too much. Or the most likely reason, A certain natural disaster was still following you around, a month after having rescued you from almost dying of an infection out in the desert.
He was like a dog with a bone and just wouldn’t let it go. You being the bone, following your every step citing that he was concerned since you’d refused to stay a moment longer than needed after waking up. Sure you’d been unsteady on your feet but it wasn't the first or last time you’d deal with it.
Which led to the current state you found yourself, five shots, or was it six in? Watching the general revelry that was currently happening inside the saloon. So when one of the locals slid up next to you, you weren’t expecting him to be so open with his attempt to try and pick you up. “What’s a good-looking lady like yourself doing here all alone?”
You find yourself giving him a once over, he’s cute, but not your type, well once upon a time he would have been. Anyone with a heartbeat had been. These days however you find a certain pair of downturned blue orbs taking up enough space in your thoughts to make you believe you’d become a little more selective. Too bad the goofball was never going to be interested in someone like you. “Not sure about the good-lookin' part. But a gals allowed to be by herself isn’t she?”
Turning your attention back to the bar you grab your next shot, number six, wait no seven, and toss it back. A line of fire racing down your throat, a welcome sensation you already know you’re going to regret in the morning. “Well, I think you’re pretty easy on the eyes” Oh boy, you’ve certainly heard that one before. “Want to go somewhere and get to know each other a little better?” At the soft weight landing on your hand, you feel a bubble of annoyance in your belly, gaze flicking to the palm resting across it, before making a flicking motion to remove it.
“Not interested in making friends tonight” you answer back, putting the bite into the word friends. You might be feeling the booze running through your system but you’re hitting the road again tomorrow.
“What if it was your last night? Don’t you want to just live in the moment?” He’s persistent, you'll give him that, a wistful smile breaking out across the reflection you can see of yourself in the mirror behind the bar. It has nothing to do with the man trying to get into your pants and everything to do with living, something you’re slowly realizing you might need to do a little more of.
“Living in the moment can be fun.” You watch a grin forming on his face like he thinks he’s convinced you. “But when all you do is live in the moment, you realize that’s all life really is, is a series of moments that lead to something much larger. A tapestry made from the threads that those moments make up, weaved together by the passage of time. Those moments made of strings slowly but surely become the tapestry of your life.” As you’ve spoken you’ve watched the grin on his face fade, lips slowly lowering until the image reflected shows only a frown and glaring narrowed eyes. “So sorry that I'm not interested in living in the moment with you .”
Reaching into your jacket to grab your wallet, your eyes narrow when his hand grabs your wrist a little more insistent. “Well, what if I’m not interested in what you think? You seem pretty under the weather with those shots you’ve had.” Snorting you roll the joint with a snap-like speed feeling his grip loosen in surprise, allowing you to pull your hand away.
“I’ve got to be a lot more wasted than that to be taken advantage of.” You might be tipsy but you’re far from the point of being unaware of your abilities, bills placed on the counter you depart, heading outside. Once past the doors and into the street you take a long inhale of the cold desert air, looking up towards the sky that even with the lights of the saloon and town it’s not enough to blot out the specks painting the dark canvas above your head.
At the sound of the door opening you let the air out of your lungs slowly, wishing it was tainted with nicotine. What they offer as cigarettes here doesn’t exactly answer that craving buried deep in your skull, you’d tried the sticks made from worms before and found them lacking. “You don’t need to leave just because I am, I don’t need a babysitter.” You should have expected your second shadow to be only a few steps behind you, that wish for nicotine and another shot briefly flash in your head.
“Some interesting words you said back there.” Of course, he’d ignore your comment about him following you. Standing beside you, a flick of your eyes to see he’s staring upwards as well. “Almost makes me think there’s more rattling around in that brain of yours than you let on.” Snorting again you start walking away, heading towards the hotel you’re staying at, gaze kept skyward.
“I could say the same about you Stampede.” A high-pitched whine follows your words almost as if you’ve once again hurt his pride.
“I thought I told you to call me Vash. Aren’t we friends now?” Why the hell does he sound like a kicked puppy when he says things like that?
“Nope. You’re still an annoyance that’s sort of growing on me, like mold I can’t get rid of” Stopping in the middle of the road, you smile, unaware of his gaze on your face. “A shooting star” streaking for a scant second across the sky, it’s the first one you’ve seen in a while. The night sky in this area of the planet normally shines from worms which are oddly missing tonight.
“Aren’t you supposed to make wishes on shooting stars?” you hear the hope in his voice, expecting him to drop another comment that borders on him attempting to flirt with you.
“Maybe. But stars don’t actually shoot. Probably just a hunk of rock burning up as it enters the upper atmosphere” reaching up to wipe the dust you feel under your nose. Gaze still skyward you don’t notice him giving you an appraising look. “I miss the Phthartic” muttering under your breath before you start walking again, missing the raised eyebrow on your sort of companion's face.
“You are something else. You make comments romanticizing moments in your life but you won’t wish on shooting stars? I don’t get you, Snipes.” You keep walking, ignoring the contemplative lilt in his low words that you pretend you missed.
“It’s not a star. If you want romantic words, look to the sky, the light from those stars has spent millions if not billions of years before it’s reached your eyes. Their cold light is nothing but a distant memory because there’s no doubt that in this moment, some of those stars are burnt out. Take comfort in the fact that the memory of them and their existence in the universe remains because we can see them, never knowing the pain of seeing that light go out.” While you can’t see him, you sense that he freezes like you’ve caught him off guard with your words.
“To wander in the space between those stars and see all the marvels of the universe, wondering if maybe the next place you wind up will be your next great adventure. To see just how small you are, a speck in this great cosmos. Yet, at the same time, everything that makes you up was made in the heart of one of those dying stars cast out from their death adding to the beauty that makes up this thing called life.” In your state, you don’t realize that unconsciously you’re lifting your hands up towards the sky palm up. Eyes shining with the delight lacing your words as you talk about the endless cosmos, and certainly unaware of the way Vash is looking at you painted in the light of the moons dotting the sky.
“I’m starting to think you should drink more often, you’re not as guarded” you snort, like a switch has been flipped your mind returning to the current moment, pausing to look around. “Our hotel is the other way” Glancing at him you growl, feeling your face flush shoving your hands in your pockets at the casual way he has his thumb jerking over his shoulder.
“You’re an ass” grumbling as you walk back towards him, a large smile plastered on his face. A smile you want to wipe off that goofy-looking visage that is starting to show up in your dreams with your fist.
“That sounds more like the angry bounty hunter I know” As you pass him you pause, shoving an elbow into his side. “What was that for!” You don’t answer, just keep moving forward toward the hotel, starting to feel the buzzing at the back of your skull. Telling you, you’re going to regret drinking those six, no seven shots in the morning.
Sure enough, you wake up hungover somewhat surprised you are in the hotel room by yourself. Last time you’d been drinking you’d woken up wedged between two other people and sore. That’d been a while ago before you’d ended up on the desert planet, there was a reason you’d stopped drinking but some old habits were hard to break when you were getting tired of wandering.
Dressing quickly, bag thrown on your back, and planning to slip out the door, scowling at the sight of Vash waiting for you just outside the panel of metal painted to look like wood. “Good morning! You look like you’re in rough shape this morning.” You’re ready to clock him and that stupid sunny grin on his face, that would make his regret that cute little wave.
“Stuff it Stampede” The words are so low you feel the vibrations in your throat as you growl them out at him. Stomping past the blond thorn in your side, you might want to clean his clock but it isn’t his fault you’re in a foul mood.
“What? No waxing poetry about the sky like last night?” Gead-snapping up you feel your eyes go wide as you really take in his appearance, a shit-eating grin gracing his features like he knows some secret that he shouldn’t. You don’t remember anything you said last night.
Yea, time to stop drinking and stick to it this time.
You leave yourself far too open when you drink. And that’s an opening you can’t afford, not when you can’t just take off the way you were used to. No. This time you’re stuck on this crappy desert plant and no way off world. A prison that the rest of humanity has to face as well.
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Do I have writing I can work on? Yes
Do I have the energy? Yes
Do I want to? NO! APPARENTLY, THE STARS ARE NOT IN POSITION FOR THAT!
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I had a commission done by the lovely Creamson, of a scene from the fic "sometimes you need to recharge" Chapter one.
I've been holding back sharing it because I mean I feel like I push the OC X Vash agenda a lot and don't want people annoyed. But I'm tired of screaming to myself.
LOOK AT THOSE TWO IDIOTS!
#trigun#vash the stampede#trigun stampede#tristamp#vash the stampede x reader#vash x reader#bullets bandits ghosts & typhoons#creamson#art commisions#i love this so much
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Hey Everyone
I truly apologise for the radio silence, just know that everything is slowly getting complete.
You all deserve an update, so here it is:
I'm struggling. Mentally, emotional, you name it I'm not doing well at all. It has nothing to do with writing, I adore it and still do it, unfortunately irl events have been causing me to neglect it due to just trying to stabilize my life.
To make a long story short, financially I'm suffering and it's taken a toll on the luxury care I've been able to give Toast my bearded dragon. Multiple nights of losing myself to my mind has convinced me she deserves better and should be rehomed, but I'd like to try and get my life together before thinking too harshly, as she is my ride or die. The reason I've been able to push through life's struggles as awful as they have been.
So I've made the decision to open writing commissions through Ko-Fi, it was hard to decide this and it's no pressure to do so. It's just added benefits for a few things, and also skip the queue benefits and exclusive content/early peeks at my wips.
Again, it's no pressure to join, it's just so Toast can have a stable source of income until I can stabilize a couple jobs on top of my current one to ensure she can be taken care of so nothing drastic like rehoming can happen.
thank you all for your patience, and I promise to work hard on tumblr requests. They won't be closing, but won't have as high of a priority compared to commissions or Ko-Fi requests.
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A lecture to never forget
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Wolfwood X F!Reader
CW: clothed sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, office sex, oral sex, slight voyeurism, teacher-student relationship, porn with plot, listen you’re getting railed by Wolfwood as a teacher, hand job, cum swallowing
Word count: Roughly 1.2K words
A/N: A follow up blurb to file versions are important, You and Professor Wolfwood find yourself in a jam with both of you horny and Wolfwood needing to teach. What's a poor tired handsome professor to do?
You let out a moan as Nicholas’s large palm gropes at your ass, keeping your body as close to his as possible while his tongue sweeps against your lips before running the tip along your teeth. One of your hands is tangled in his hair, not wanting any space between your lips as you cautiously engage his tongue with your own.
A yelp that he swallows, caused because he pinched your butt and you feel the vibrations of his laughter through his body. You might want to be mad at his dirty trick to have you jolt against him, but the feel of his body as he dominates you cools that simmering anger rather quickly. Another moan as his fingers drip beneath the waistband of your pants near your hip, with a groan from Nicholas that rumbles like a storm.
Only for an alarm on his watch to go.
“Fuck!” Hissing through his teeth before digging his phone from his pants pocket.
“Nicholas?”
“I’ve got a lecture in ten minutes, here.” His eyes are narrowed and hearing that your quick to close the distance and start working to fix his tie and messy hair.
“I guess we didn’t plan that one well.” You whisper making him look more put together, but as your eyes trail downward there’s one thing you don’t think you can fix. He’s got a hard on that you’re pretty sure you’d be able to see from the far side of the hall.
“Won’t be the first time I give a lesson with my dick hard because of you.” You don’t know if you should take it as a compliment or a complaint. Undoing his belt and reaching down to adjust his cock inside of his pants before stopping, licking his lips as he raises his head to catch your gaze. “What are you doing after this?”
“Nothing, I was gonna hide out in the library for an hour if you’ve got a lesson before heading to your office.” You wanted to fuck him tonight, and the delay was worth the wait shrugging your shoulders while you answer.
“Wanna try something risky?” His voice has dropped and that husk that makes your core throb, but you aren’t sure what to make of the wolfish grin growing on his face.
“What are you thinking Nicholas?” Swallowing as he smirks like the cat that ate the canary, he already knows he’s got you hook, line, and sinker.
“How about you suck me off from under the podium?” Leaning closer so he can whisper in your ear. “My horny little slut.”
You let out a small whine at the thought of it, knowing you were hidden just out of sight while he taught with his cock in your mouth. The fact you had to be silent and couldn’t go to town with his blow job like you did in his office made you rub your thighs together. “How long is this lesson?”
“An hour.” Biting your lip as you look at the podium, can you spend an hour tucked inside of there? Nodding as you look at Nicholas and the tip of his cock that he’s pulled free so you can see his shiny head.
“Good girl.” It takes a bit of effort but you’re able to squeeze yourself inside the wooden space and get comfortable, chuckling when Nicholas drops a piece of fabric that was tucked to the sides to hide under there.
The sound of movement in the lecture space has you smirking behind your hand, doing your best to hide your nervous chuckles but in a few more minutes a sound that makes you body clench rings out. “That’s enough chatter for one day.” Launching into his lesson with the same vigor you’re used too from him.
As he passes his introduction you grin, pushing the fabric aside to reach out for his zipper to tug him free once more. Licking your lips before pressing a series of quick kisses to his head, licking him as silently as you can, a tremble of his flesh under your fingers and a noise that he hides behind coughing makes you smirk.
There isn’t a point as far as you’re concerned with pumping him to drag this out, your lips around his tip as you suck. Hollowing your cheeks as you slowly pump his length, all the way down to his base before touching your lips.
Another noise and his hips jerk wanting more of his length inside your warm mouth. “Professor, are you alright?”
“Fine, just maybe coming down with something.” You smirk, he’s coming down with something alright. A case of blown balls. You want to hum as you start to take more of his cock but it isn’t worth the risk. Instead, you play with his ball through his pants, enjoying the way his hips jerk again and you let him sink more of his dick into your mouth the tip hitting the back of your throat.
Swallowing the ever growing amount of saliva in your mouth while using the tips of one of your fingers to catch the fluid dripping through the corners of your lips. Wiping the excess on the fabric keeping you partially hidden.
As you suck and Nicholas starts to thrust his hips more into the podium you start to fear that you might give the two of you away. Starting to suck harder and pumping him at a speed that you know will have him cuming. A grunt rings around the space and you smirk in your hidy hole.
“Professor, are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes, I’m just, feeling-” A choked out gasp from him as he cums, and you drink down his thick load. “Under the weather.”
“Sir, maybe you should take a seat, you look a little flushed.” As you feel the final spurt in your mouth you pull off him and swallow. A few quick licks to clean up the rest of the mess before tucking him back inside his pants.
“I think that might be a good idea.” He sounds like he's run a marathon instead of having just stood at the front of his class. Patting his crotch after you secure his belt with his softening cock trapped between his body and clothes.
Checking you watch you roll your eyes. You’ve got a long forty five minutes before he finishes, settling in to listen to him, hoping he’s ready to return the favor later.
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Can you imagine your wedding day with Vash?
It's sudden, that's for sure - both of you wake up one day, years into your engagement, and Vash has this look in his eye and asks, "Wanna get married today?"
Of course you say yes.
You both bully Wolfwood into officiating the wedding. He does it with grumbles, but you can see the pleased blush on his face at being so included. Meryl and Milly scramble to put together bouquets made of fake flowers and shiny metal bits found in the local pawn shop and just around town. Meryl complains that it should be more, that there should be a venue, decorations, something, but Milly can barely talk because she's so choked up about being made a bridesmaid.
Your dress is simple - something you packed away in your sack for fancier occasions. It's not even white, but it's special, now. You slip it on, pressing down the wrinkles from being at the bottom of your pack for so long. You have to go in your boots, and you worry you don't look like a bride.
That worry vanishes when you see the look on Vash's face.
You appear in the little church the town has, and you can hear the breath leave your man when you walk through the doors. He's staring. Of course he's staring, you look beautiful. Milly did up your hair the best way she knew how, and Meryl helped to clean you up and put some make-up on your cheeks. He's seen you in that dress before, and he still thinks it's perfect for you, how it hugs your curves and just screams you. Wolfwood has to nudge him a bit, giving him a cheeky smile when he sees the tears in Vash's eyes.
You walk down the isle to no music, and when you reach him, Vash reaches out his hand to hold yours. His thumb rubs your ring finger, absent of your engagement ring in favor of using it for the ceremony. "We'll fix that," he murmurs, and you smile at him with your own tears.
Wolfwood does his best at being a proper priest, for the most part. There's a lot of 'ums' said as he makes up his speech while going along. When you get to your vows, Vash pulls out a paper you didn't know he had and reads it:
"Mayfly, I didn't sit back and take inventory of your qualities and say 'this one ticks all the boxes, done.' I was drawn to you and profoundly lucky that you were drawn to me. And we started something that we still work on everyday, that gets deeper and wrinklier every day. I hope that doesn't sound unromantic, calling it work. I don't mean work like drudgery, watching the clock waiting for work to be over - I mean work the way artists talk about paintings as vital and prioritized. It's the most important work of my life, our partnership, and I cherish it. Also, to be clear, I am hopelessly in love with you. That helps. I am on a daily basis completely knocked over by the person in front of me; this crazy dancing, music humming, sweet and spicy woman that I get to spend my life with. It's just that life is long, and I know that loving well is a thing you do, not a lottery you win."
He goes on to promise to always cherish you, listen to you, love you the way you deserve. By the time he's done, you're a mess, and your make-up is running. You kiss him before Wolfwood can even say "I pronounce you husband and wife," but when have you two ever done things the "normal" way?
Credit to @cullinmcgree on TikTok for the vows I use here - her husband's vows; I fell in love with them and just had to share them in a short story with Vash! I hope one day we may all find someone who loves as ardently as that man loves his wife.
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A monster of a different sort
Rating: 18+ Minor DNI
Pairing: Vash X F!Reader
CW: Injuries, blood, people being assholes
Word count: 1.3K roughly
A/N: Chapter two of "Thoughts lost in the sand" For the first time since you've met Vash he's become fidgety. Maybe he's ready to finally leave you in peace. Except you're never that lucky.
AKA Have some more Vash Trauma!
You had been enjoying lunch when it started. A nice quiet lunch and Vash was off doing something else and you couldn’t have been happier. Your foot bounced while you snacked on a sandwich and enjoyed a piping hot coffee, ignoring the stares of those around you who couldn’t seem to process that you wanted a drink that hot at high noon.
Last night you had enjoyed sitting in a bath for several hours letting the heat from the water and steam help soothe your sore muscles and clear your head. There was an additional reason for your extra good mood today, a sort of unexpected bonus.
Vash. Was fidgety.
While you planned to leave town later today on one of the buses scheduled to come in, the moment the two of you had walked into town he was at the station terminal. For the first time, you saw the smallest amount of panic on his pale face as his shaded eyes scanned the schedule posted there. His expression grew a little tighter around his mouth at what he saw, at least until he took notice of you standing beside him and giving you a soft grin. “Guess we’re here until tomorrow! Let’s go find the hotel huh?” Laughing as he went with a fake skip in his step.
You’re a little sad to see him go, as much as you have found his presence annoying the blond has grown on you. You’ve come to depend on him in some ways, he’s a good person but at the back of your mind, you know it’s for the best. You’d cut it too close in the desert, you should have been more careful as you cleaned the wound well aware of how infections can take a toll on you. Vash was just too close to knowing that there was far more to you than met the eye, and you were far too skittish to have anyone on this planet figure it out.
Fear was a great motivator and you didn’t think you could handle someone learning you were a century older than you looked. So Vash showing signs of wanting to leave was good as far as you were concerned. You could go back to your random wandering in peace.
That small voice in the back of your head grew louder at how you didn’t deserve it, not with everything you had ever done. That voice was drowned out the moment you heard gunshots ring out though. Gunshots and screams of a name that made you freeze.
Humanoid Typhoon
It had to happen eventually. You sure as hell weren’t the only bounty hunter on this god-forsaken world and with a price like his on his blond head there wasn’t a chance others would just walk away like you had. Well. Walked away the sixth time you met. The remainder of your lunch is forgotten as you stand, hefting your bag onto your back and adjusting the straps of your rifle to get ready for a fight.
The people of the town are headed away from the fighting, and you find yourself twisting through the throng of people heading in the opposite direction. They don’t seem too worried by the sight of your rifle in your hands as you dart between them and buildings, letting your legs pump under you as you move. Biting the inside of your cheek as the sound of fighting shifts closer to the edge of town, you’re moving too slowly.
Looking around to see the rooftops aren’t that far apart you find a narrow alleyway and start to climb. With your rifle hanging in front of you and banging into your knees and arms it's a pain but in moments you’re able to survey the area, lifting Bertha to your eye and looking down the scope towards where the noise is coming from.
A group of bandits are chasing Vash, and you ignore the pain in your chest at the sight. You want him to leave, not stick around so you shouldn’t be feeling bad for him. But your heart and head are currently happy to be traitors to your previous thoughts, you might not want to accept it but he is your friend. Or the closest thing you have to one on this barren planet. He did spend two days holding your hand when you asked in a state of delirium and his hovering as you left the clinic had been kind of endearing.
With a low growl in your throat, you dart off across the rooftops towards him.
“Leave our town you monster.” You know the words aren’t directed at you yet the bite in them still makes your fist clench.
The mayor is staring right at Vash. It’s not fair. None of this is his fault. It’s the bandits and while they might now be tied up and thrown in jail, everyone seems to have forgotten they were the ones who started rampaging through town and tearing the place up. Yes, they had been after Vash and he’d tried to get them to follow him out of town only for it to backfire.
Part of you wants to cry at the bland look on Vash’s face in the light of the setting suns, his bag in his hand as he makes no move to argue. You see him swallow before turning on his heels and starting to leave.
Only to stagger as someone throws a rock at him and it hits his shoulder. Followed by another and another. This town might not be here if not for him and his actions. A larger rock and you see it hit the back of his head before he stumbles down into the sand. A white hot fury builds inside your chest and you start moving, back ramrod straight and the rocks being pelted at the man slows. A low roar of cheering that you can only assume is them cheering for you going after their monster. The walking calamity that is Vash the Stampede. The Humanoid Typhoon.
As you reach him the cheers get louder, only to die as you sling your rifle behind you and drop down to a knee beside him. “Come on Stampede. Let’s get out of here.” You don’t give him the chance to answer, hooking his elbow and pulling him up with an arm over your neck, using yourself as a crutch to stabilize him as you both keep walking.
“You don’t need to throw your lot in with me ya know.” The dejection is clear and from the corner of your eye you can see his face is still wearing that sad neutral look.
“You’re right. But I don’t abandon my friends like that, and if you missed it I don’t have that many.” Keeping your feet stable as you both walk across the sand away from the town which isn’t making a sound behind you now.
“You aren’t going to get paid for those bounties.” He’s right, but you couldn’t care less about the money when Vash is being thrown out of town.
“I’ll survive. We just need to get over those dunes and we can stop for the night, don’t think I don’t see the blood caking your hair Vash.” He chuckles now but it still has that sad note and you send him a side eye confused.
“That’s the first time you’ve called me Vash in a while.” He’s not wrong, and it’s a step you weren’t sure you had been ready to make with your declaration of being friends. Yet here you are, helping one of the biggest bounties on the planet walk away from a town that thought he was a monster.
“Guess I need to call you it more than. Now keep walking, I don’t want them thinking they can catch up to try and throw more rocks.” They don’t follow, and as you check out Vash’s head cleaning the blood you find it isn’t too bad as you set up a small camp. Another shift you hadn’t expected when it came to the blond, but a tiny voice you haven’t heard in a while is whispering in the back of your head.
Having a friend again is nice.
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getting comments on ao3 makes me go so power hungry like. oh yeah you read the thing?? you read the WHOLE thing and even took time out of your day to give your WRITTEN INPUT on it???? make out with me.
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I mean what does it matter if it's a first draft? Write that stuff that's what matters even if it looks like hot garbage. That's what editing is for.
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A Kiss Goodbye has me scared for what you’re planning next for OBBGT 🥺💔 please be kind
I make no promises... I will say I did get maybe a third of the final arc for season one of Stampede finished over the weekend, however! Two-thirds to go and so far sitting around the 29 page mark.
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So I uh- I may have cooked a little too hard with this. It started as a Wolfwood x reader hypnosis Drabble then turned out into a whole smut fic lmao?? Anyways that’s a thing but um yeah!! Here’s this I guess. Also Wolfwood is a househusband <3
This is a smut fic, so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
CW: consensual hypnosis, mirror sex (kinda), breast play as a hypnotic induction, cunnilingus, P in V sex, porn without plot, porn with feelings, established relationship, Househusband Nicholas D. Wolfwood and sweet sweet domestic aftercare
Seductions after Sunset
The sudden slam of the front door brought Nicholas out of his reverie as he looked up from his book to see you, his darling partner tossing your coat onto the coatrack beside the door with an exhausted groan. It hurt his heart to see you this exhausted, especially since you were working so hard to provide for their lifestyle in little one bedroom apartment. He didn’t truly mind living small and taking care of their home, since he had grown up in an orphanage with a shit ton of kids running around all the time.
But with the cost of living going up, along with rent, constant bills, and the like, it wasn’t surprising to see you so exhausted. You had been working more hours than you should have been just to support both him and yourself, and with the money you made in your office job, it was only just barely keeping them both afloat.
He also knew how much you disliked your boss and coworkers.
So, with a slight smile, he put his book down and walked over to the front door to scoop you up into his strong arms before gently carrying you to the bedroom, his footfalls steady to support your body in his embrace. He could see how exhausted you were, and it made his heart ache, but he knew exactly what would relax you.
Once he had carried you into the bedroom, he gently sat you down on the edge of the bed before joining you, his expression a bit sheepish and hesitant.
“My love…there’s something I would like to experiment with tonight. I’ve seen how stressed this job has been making you lately, and…I’d like to reward you somehow.” He started, his gruff voice trailing off slightly as he looked away.
You could see that he had been considering this for a while. So, after a few gentle words of encouragement, slowly coaxing him to speak, he eventually took a breath before speaking. “I’ve been doing a lot of research about this subject, but I…I’d like to try hypnosis. And I don’t mean like the shitty stage type of hypno where the volunteers are acting out that shit. mean like actual, erotic hypnosis. With you.” He eventually confessed, hanging his head low in slight embarrassment.
He knew he had no reason to be embarrassed about what he was asking of you, and yet…it still felt so wrong to ask something so intimate of you. Despite having been married for upwards of five years, he was still a novice when it came to things of an intimate nature, especially such as this. You were his first partner, first date, first kiss, first…well, everything. So, to be asking something like this, it felt embarrassing.
“Nicholas…” You started, raising your hand to gently cup his cheek as you smiled softly at him. You had never considered the idea of hypnosis before, but now that he was asking so softly, so endearingly, you couldn’t help but cherish the thought. “…I don’t mind trying this with you. But, not before setting some ground rules first.” You eventually conceded, placing your hands behind you on the mattress to prop yourself up. And, you could literally see his eyes light up as if he were a puppy.
“Yeah! Of course! Ground rules, right…” Nicholas trailed off, prattling on to himself about the limits, boundaries, and rules of hypnosis. He didn’t think he’d get this far with his plan, he thought you’d be repulsed by the idea, but you’re actually going along with it. But a simple touch to the corded muscle of his thigh brought him back to reality. “…alright, I think I’ve got it. For starters, I don’t plan on instilling any lasting triggers or making you do anything ridiculous. This is just for you to relax and feel good.” He stated honestly, staring into your eyes with nothing but pure devotion as you giggled slightly.
You trusted him to keep to his word.
“I trust you, Nicholas. I know you only have my best interests at heart.” You replied softly, and Nicholas nodded to himself before gently pulling you up from the bed and glancing around their small room to see what he could use to help you relax.
Then, his eyes fell on the mirror that faced their bed, and he got his idea.
“Okay, angel. I’ve got it. I want you to take your clothes off, and meet me back here once you’re done. I’ve got a little something in mind for how this is going to go.”
You giggle softly to yourself before nodding along with Nicholas’ secrecy. He often did this when he planned to surprise you, but you knew his intentions for tonight. So, you slipped inside the walk-in closet of their shared bedroom and stripped your clothes off, tossing them into a basket of clothes that had yet to be washed.
Once you were done, you had walked out into the bedroom proper, striking a pose just to make Nicholas laugh, which you succeeded at. “Such an eager little thing.” He teased with a deadpan tone in his voice that made you snort out a laugh before striding over to him. He was quick to pull you into his lap, guiding your gaze to face the mirror.
“Okay. I want you to focus on your appearance in the mirror. Don’t look away from it, no matter what I do to you. Understood?” Nicholas asked, smiling slightly upon receiving your nod and words of consent. He mumbled a soft “good girl” against your shoulder before he moved his large, calloused hands from your waist, slowly trailing them up your hips before he finally started to cup your breasts, fondling them slowly as you watched your reflection.
He could see your cheeks flush from how lewd it was, but he didn’t let up. “Just relax, sweetheart…look at yourself in the mirror. Focus on my voice, your breathing, and the way my hands move along your breasts…up and down…back and forth…that’s it.” He whispered softly against the soft skin of your bare shoulder as he began kissing up and down your neck, his voice husky as he spoke to you. “It’s so easy to relax. All you have to do is watch my hands as they move. The more you focus on my hands, the harder it is to think about…about…” he trailed off slightly before cursing softly to himself, causing you to giggle.
“About my day at work?” You asked teasingly, chiding him for forgetting when she was supposed to be the one who didn’t have to think about what had stressed her out.
“Yes, that. Thank you, my dear.” He replied sheepishly before he continued his slow, rhythmic caresses of your breasts, moving his hand to your chin to force your gaze back onto your reflection in the mirror. “Anyways, moving on. The longer you stare, the harder it gets for you to think about how shitty work was for you. And the harder it gets for you to think of that, the more you stare. Stare and focus. Focus and forget.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, his kisses to your neck growing more sensual as he watched your eyelids grow heavier and your eyes glaze over.
“Good girl. So easy to focus. So easy to stare at your breasts being fondled. You can feel your eyes starting to fall shut, and keeping them open seems harder and harder the longer you stare. And that’s okay. The moment you close your eyes, you’ll slip so deeply into a hypnotic trance for me, my dear.” You could feel Nicholas’ words washing over you as your eyelids started to flutter and your eyes slowly started to close. Every time you blinked, it seemed a little harder to open your eyes again, but you still kept your gaze focused on the absolutely erotic vision in front of you, your jaw slackening, mouth falling open, and your limbs going limp in his touch as he continued to massage your breasts and kiss your shoulder, coaxing you deeper and deeper down into a state of relaxation.
You felt hazy. Like you were floating, yet grounded back in reality all at once. You felt your mind wander as your eyes finally fluttered shut, and you didn’t have the strength to open them up again. A husky chuckle followed by some whispered words of praise against your earlobe was the last thing you heard before your conscious mind went quiet.
“And…drop. Just like that. Deep into trance, into relaxation. Such a good girl for me.”
You didn’t know how long you had been entranced for. It could have been a few seconds, it could have been a few hours. But your subconscious mind was still awake and aware of everything that was happening. You were still subconsciously aware of how Nicholas had his head buried into your sopping wet cunt, his tongue lapping at your folds like a man starved. While he revelled in your taste on his lips, your conscious mind came back to the forefront as your cheeks flushed red.
“N-Nicholas…what are you…” but you could barely get the words out because the pleasure of being unconsciously teased and edged for what could have been hours suddenly slammed into you and you moaned wantonly. As Nicholas looked up from your sex, making eye contact with you, he looked a little sheepish as he pulled away from your wet folds, your juices soaking his chin while he smiled at you. “You’re awake? Sorry, I didn’t think you’d get out of trance that easily…” He mumbled out a soft apology, his warm hands tracing up and down your plush thighs to ease you through your overstimulation.
“It’s alright, sweetie. You tried something new, and it’s okay that it didn’t work fully. I’m just happy we got to try it.” You whisper reassuringly, wiping your juices from his chin and lips before looking down at the, in hindsight, very obvious erection in his tented boxers. “Sure, the hypnosis didn’t fully work, but we can still make use of how we’re feeling right now.” You teased, your hands slipping down to his clothed crotch and giving a few preemptive strokes as he groaned under your touch.
A husky chuckle fell from his lips before he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing free before he gently laid you down, smiling sheepishly down at you. “Now who’s hypnotised who, angel?” He quipped, lining his cock up with your entrance as he slowly pushed his length into your pussy. Inch by tantalising inch, he slowly buried himself inside you, watching your expression contort into pure ecstasy. Once he had fully bottomed out inside you, he stilled his hips. Waiting for you to fully adjust to his cock before he slowly started to thrust up into you, his tempo slow, but not teasing.
It was hot. Usually, he was much more aggressive and erratic when they had sex. He had been like that ever since they met and started dating. But this time, his movements were soft and gentle. Almost like he was treating you as if you were a piece of glass. You could see the pure adoration and love he felt for you as he tenderly fucked up into your sex.
For someone like Nicholas, this was the closest he would ever come to making love.
He could see the arousal on your face as he lifted one leg over his shoulder to push deeper into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix before he leaned in close to you and nuzzled his face into your shoulder. Enjoying how your body writhed underneath his touch and your quiet moans and soft whimpers tumbled from your lips like a prayer.
“You’re so beautiful, my dear…I’m so glad you trust me enough to help you relax.” Nicholas whispered against your marked shoulder as his thrusts started to grow more erratic, his breath hitching in his throat as his hips stuttered. “F-Fuck…” He gasped, your name on his lips as he came undone, his release spurting out and filling your womb as your back arched and your walls spasmed around his cock.
You could feel his hips piston inside you for a moment longer before his orgasm made your sex clench around him, your walls fluttering around his cock as his body slumped on top of you.
He kept his length buried inside your cunt as your phone rang on the nightstand, and you reached over to answer it, thinking it to be your boss.
But Nicholas was quicker.
As he scooped your phone from the wooden nightstand and answered the call for you, he heard your boss on the other end, but he tuned out to the older sounding man’s voice before replying with a curt: “she’s busy. Call back tomorrow morning.” Before hanging up the phone and placing it back onto the nightstand.
“Nico…” you breathed softly, the nickname sounding like a sweet prayer as he turned his attention back to you. He hummed a short response, which helped you find the words to speak. “Thank you. For all of this. I appreciate it. And…I’m sorry I haven’t been able to be with you more often. Work’s been really busy, and I…” but you couldn’t finish the words as he pressed his finger to your lips.
“Shh…I get it.” He replied simply before finally pulling his now flaccid cock out of you and starting to clean up from their session of lovemaking. “I know you’re just trying to provide for us the best you can, and I appreciate you so much for it, my dear. If it helps you feel any better, what if I were to get a job for myself? To ease the stress you’re under?” He offered, chuckling slightly as your eyes lit up at the suggestion.
He knew the cost of living increase, rent, and bills were all becoming too much for just a single income, so he knew that this would take a large weight off your shoulders.
“This is why I love you, Nicholas. You’re always so thoughtful.” You whispered softly, smiling against his lips as you brought him in for a tender kiss. One that he reciprocated with a matching smile “I love you too, angel. Now please take a nap. I’ll make us dinner, and I’ll wake you up once it’s done.”
“…okay.”
“Good girl. Now get some rest before I have to drop you into trance again to get you to sleep.” Nicholas replied with a chuckle as you playfully swatted at him before he got out of their shared bed to leave you to your nap and get started on cooking dinner.
Another peaceful moment of bliss, one that he wouldn’t give up for the world.
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