Eh Beh….

My brother in Christ had today been a hard day…. you had taken this job because you needed it to survive the bullshit that is capitalistic society.

You’d worked there for a few months, and things had been okay for the most part, it wasn’t even that hard of a job. You could consider yourself lucky. But lately… Jesus… You don’t know what it was but, you were getting tired, anxious. Was your life all it was supposed to be? Didn’t you have any other purpose that could animate your life? Or was it just supposed to be, wake up, work, wait at the end of the month to get your pay, spend it on rent, food and things that could potentially give you the serotonin you lacked, for only a few moments. Then repeat.

Really? You desperately wished for something, anything, to free you from the shackles of this reality. But well once again, you needed the pay, and truly, whatever self worth you had left couldn’t just let you depend fully on your boyfriend. He could afford his rent and yours, could spare a few dollars on a Sanrio blindbox, a game on steam you’ve wanted to play for ages, or the third volume from this one manga you haven’t even begun quite yet, but according to what you’ve seen on tiktok, should be worth the read. Leon was a godsend. You don’t even know how you scored him, but well he doesn’t even know how he scored you either. 

How could you be attracted to him? tragic past, tragic life, tragic mental state. Even his flirting was tragic! (According to Chris that is, but well, he wasn't one to talk either). And then there was you, constantly asking yourself what you could have possibly done to make him fall in love with you. You were so anxious, an overthinker, always trying to get in the minds of the people around you, instead of just, asking. But oh no! what if you asked, and then people hate you? You didn't talk very much either during gatherings, you were awkward, painfully so. But so was Leon actually, according to Claire (Chris's sister, Leon's.... friend? Been a while since you last saw her around), a few of his coworkers agreed too, mostly Ingrid and Helena. 

 You loved him deeply, and he did too, but the one thing you just absolutely couldn't let yourself do was, be fully dependent on him, as much as he told you that you could always quit and he’d take care of you, you had your mind set. You were not gonna depend on a man. As wonderful as it sounded, there was always this part of your mind that kept telling you, ‘What if you break up? Then what?’, ‘What if you rely on him too much?’. And somewhere deep in your mind, you just wanted to prove that you could take care of yourself.

“Baby? You okay?” damnit, you loved his voice, you wish he talked more, wish he were the one yapping away at his interests or about his day. But he was the listener in the relationship.

You hum in response looking at the time on your phone, jesus you’d been staring into space, thinking, for an hour. God, today truly was rough if you’d been dissociating on the couch ever since you came back from work. You didn’t even hear him coming in. And ever since that one time he scared you half to death, he made some noise, or just gave a greeting when coming in.

“hm…. yeah, I’m fine”, you were not fine.

“I called you twice, are you sure?” Oh damn you really were not fine… The blond comes sitting next to you on the couch, expectantly waiting for you to spit it out. He could see it on your face, something was bothering you, he’d never force you to say anything, but if he could help you in any way…

That was the problem with Leon, always helping everyone, he’d give, and give and give, until he had nothing left. Always the saviour, never the saved.

He was working on it ever since you forced him into seeing a therapist. But habits die hard, like the ember liquid he’d down from a shot glass every night. Or how he’d stop just a second too long if he saw a dark haired woman dressed in red in the crowd. He was working on it.

Aquamarine eyes pierce your soul, and you break. Letting yourself fall face first on his chest, arms around his waist. Instinctively a calloused hand comes combing your hair, while the other sets on the small of your back.

“Just wanna stay like this for a while…. please” the end of your sentence breaks, and his hand travels up under your shirt, tracing your spine with the tip of his fingers. Up, and down. Soothing. After a moment of silence, he whispers, scared to break your state of calmness, “Want to talk about it?” . You take a moment, inhaling his scent. “I don’t know… Just a hard day ” but usually a hard day doesn’t make you spiral like this, trapped in the depths of your mind. But today it did.

You take another breath “I just- I don’t really know what happened, I’m just tired, and, like, is this, all I was made for? Is there more I just haven’t found yet? Am I gonna be stuck doing this for god knows how long? What the fuck am I supposed to do? I-“ and it all came spilling out, although a bit muffled from being against Leon’s chest, but it still did.

It left you dizzy, and left Leon to debate on the right words to use. Thing was that he knew all too well what you were feeling. Ever since he was a kid, he knew what he wanted to be, until at 21 it was ripped from him, now he had only one option, he didn’t ask himself those questions too often, he’d been doing this for so long, what was even the point anymore? And in a way, he was still saving lives, it just cost him all that he had been. Rookie cop ebbed away along with Raccoon City. But he couldn't tell you this, Classified, all of it, classified, unless he wanted to put a target on your back. He hated keeping it all from you, but did he have a choice? When did he ever have a choice? 

“You’ll figure it out, sweetheart, I know how this feels, you'll make it” he settled for this, albeit awkward, unsure if it was the right thing to say. But for now, it was enough, and you were too tired to keep talking about this, and anyway, the way he held you, and when you looked up, the way he gazed at you, he just wasn’t good with words, but it was enough, in the comfort of his strong arms, he understood you.

“So pretty…”

heavy breathing, moans and squelching were the only noise heard in the night, aside from Vash’s compliments and whimpers.

Soft but deep thrusts inside you, hitting your sweet spot every time. He was sweet on you, always. so soft, so scared of hurting you, eyes like the sky observing you for any sign of pain or anything else, constantly making sure you were fine, always asking if he’s doing good.

The blond was so kind it hurt, almost making tears build in your waterline. But two cold fingers rub at your clit along with his swallow trusts making you stop your brain of thought, a moan escaping you in surprise.

Vash looks at you in awe, like his seeing you again for the first time, wanting to save this memory of you and keep it forever.

“Such a pretty pussy, and a pretty face, pretty voice, pretty tits… want to keep you like this forever mayfly, you’re so beautiful, always so beautiful…”

You feel his dick twitch, almost there.

“Can I go harder my mayfly?…. Please?” You nod, biting your lip as you see him disappear and reappear with every thrust, his right hand gripping the back of your thigh like a lifeline, while the other draws tight circles on your bundle of nerves. He goes harder, his control breaking by the feel of your hot gummy walls wrapped around him. It’s so wet, so messy, the hotel bed sheets ruined.

You grip his shirt as he gradually begins to pound into you. how you wish to rip to shreds this black turtleneck of his, so you could worship his body like he does yours so often. But he says he’s ugly, an abomination. He’s still not comfortable enough to show himself fully to you. But it’s okay, you can wait.

He kisses you like you hang the stars and moon, locks your lips together, swallowing your moans as you swallow his own. You feel more arousal drip from you as your driven to your release, sweet spot thoroughly used every time he fucks into you, clit sensitive from his teasing.

Vash is having a hard time keeping the rhythm, now just pumping in and out.

He abandons your clit taking your other thigh, pushing them against your chest in a mating press. The feel of him hitting so much deeper makes you melt with pleasure. You feel it coming, until it comes unexpectedly. Your release spurting out of you, with an embarrassingly high-pitched moan.

Your sweet, sweet gunslinger pauses his actions as to not overwhelm you, kissing all over your face before backing up to see all of you when you cum.

And by his words, you did not disappoint.

“So pretty… gotta show me more, Mayfly…” he picks up the pace again. So greedy…. You have him intoxicated, enraptured by you… but you’re soooo pretty, he can’t help himself, can he?