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“Thank you for agreeing to this date despite your schedule.” You leaned forward with a bright smile. “Yeah yeah, you wouldn’t stop bothering me about it.” You felt your heart squeeze a little but the slight blush you noticed on Neo's face relinquished the pain and replaced it with a fluttery feeling.

Neo absolutely refused to call it a date, but the two of you had agreed to spend the afternoon together after his exams were done. “I’m only using you to unwind because you lightly amuse me with your stupidity.” He claimed as the two of you walked into the arcade near school. “Of course~” You shrugged it off as his usual “sarcastic” comments.

“Neo! It’s X you’re favourite character from-” He pushed his hand over your mouth and looked around hastily before glaring at you. “That’s not my favorite character and I only watch that anime because Mary forces me to!” He whispered through gritted teeth. So adorable, was all you could think about at the moment.

“Sorry…” You feigned guilt while staring at the claw machine. “I really like that character, so I’m gonna pull for it, for myself! Of course.” Your eyes looked everywhere but at him before rushing off to it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but since he is, I’ll just get it for him!

After who knows how many times, you finally pulled X from the machine and you couldn’t help but display a bright smile as you ran over to him with a fluffy blushie in your arms. He stared at you with no emotion on his face but you could see his eyes linger on the plush with interest.

“Whatever, I wanna beat my highscore on that game from last time.” He passed you by leaving you to follow behind him. He was the definition of a sore winner, and if by chance you won he’d be the soarest loser. “Heh, Look how low your score is, you’re not even a worthy opponent!” “Huh?! You cheated! You didn’t- Then beginner's luck!”

After playing most of the arcade games the two of you left to your favourite diner. Well neo’s favorite diner.

You left the diner feeling a little down, despite having eaten for free as Neo insisted on paying. “You’re broke, let me do my charity work.” he shrugged when you thanked him. The two of you walked down the street as the sky became darker and the people on the streets lessened.

The walk had been mostly silent, you usually started conversation but you weren’t doing that now because of the heavy feeling on your heart. Neo seemed to be trying to start a conversation but he’d only ever start it with a snarky remark about you or someone which only added weight on the cloud of your head. “Sorry…” “Oh really?” “Mmm…”

“What’s up with you?” He turned to face you just as you finally reached your house. “Nothing?” You looked up at him surprised. “Oh please, You haven’t opened your big mouth this whole time and will barely look at me despite your obsession with me.” He rolled his eyes as he scoffed.

You felt two knives stab your heart “I-” You had nothing to say. If that’s how he saw you, then if nothing was wrong with you, now there was. “I’m just tired.” You turned to look up at him with the best smile you could give.

“I hate liars.” He glared at you before pulling you into a hug. You were first scared but then his hand rubbed your back and his other patted your head. “Neo-” “Shut up. I won’t be doing this again! So just know, that this is how I feel…” He pulled his hand over your eyes before pulling you into a soft kiss.

Your heart fluttered and time stopped for a moment before he broke it. His hand remained over your eyes and you could hear him take a deep breath “Take nothing I say seriously, just…let my actions speak for me, ok?” You nodded as a giddy smile grew on your lips. He stood behind you, his hand still over your eyes before he pushed you forward.

“Don’t you dare look back, or I won’t go on another date with you.” He announced but even when you reached for the door handle he still stood there silently. Let my actions speak for me, huh?

You turned around and were met with a passionate pair of inky irises gazing at you with a deep red hue decorating Neo’s cheeks and his hand over his quivering mouth as he tried to suppress a toothy smile. Only for a moment though, his hand then dropped and his eyes widened before he darted away. You couldn’t help but giggle and feel your heart overflowing.

So cute~

You opened the door to your home and were met with a black void, one that was familiar to you that usually appeared on your computer scre-

And then you woke up.

A/N : I don't actually hate neo, but there's also not much to like about him so it's up to the continuing acts of the game!

Julian didn't know how it got to this point, but he wasn't about to complain. Sometimes everything just fell into place, so when you arrived that night at his trailer on a cold, dark winter's night he rolled with it. It was just a mishap, your car breaking down before you were able to get home. Like many people, you came to him with your problem.

Unlike with some other people, Julian was happy to help you out. He didn't hesitate when he stepped aside and let you track slushy snow into his home. It didn't even cross his mind until he was stepping in it himself. Even then, it only made him more aware of your state of dress.

You definitely hadn't intended to be out long, with your short sleeves on and little to no protective clothing. You looked frigid and he had just the remedy for it.

So, you wound up on his couch, wrapped up and sharing a blanket with him while watching some schlocky action film. Nothing he was actually paying attention too. How could he be with you in the room, taking a small sip of his Rum and Coke with that pretty smile on your face.

It was almost like a dream.

"Julian, I really can't thank you enough again. I'm sorry to just drop in on you like this," He'd just gotten ready to go to bed when you'd arrived, but even then, it wasn't any kind of a bother with you around. But, he had to play it cool as he always did.

"It's no trouble, [Y/N]. Stop worrying about it," He reassured you for the fifth time, taking the moment to wrap his arm around your shoulder and squeeze reassuringly. "You couldn't help it, probably the cold messing with your car. I'll get some of the guys to help get it fixed in the morning,"

And there was that damn smile that roped him in from the moment he'd met you. At first he'd just thought he was drunk, but he'd come to learn you were as capable and friendly as you were pretty. You were one of the few people who came around the Trailer Park and helped him and his friends out on occasion.

The situation had gotten twisted up to where it almost seemed awkward to pursue you with how close you'd gotten to Bubbles and Ricky as well. That being said, he was also always in a relationship when you weren't. Nothing really ever seemed right until now.

Now. He had to find the courage to say it, but there was that pitch of anxiety in his stomach, the one he thought he could stamp out in almost any occasion, but you were special. He didn't want to mess this up.

"You're really too good to me, Jules," A damn shiver nearly crawled up his spine when you said that. That and the way you were shaking just sent a small thrill through him.

Were you still cold or were you nervous to have his arm around you? With the way you leaned into him further, it couldn't have just been nerves. You did still feel chilly, so he gently rubbed your upper arm. He wasn't just feeling your soft skin under his rough finger tips. This was just part of helping you.

Man was that stupid, he was acting like he hadn't had his fair share of pretty girls over. But, you were more than pretty, you were beautiful. Classy and sweet.

"Just doing what any good friend would," The word friend had a near sour note to it, not from leaving his mouth, but it just rang oddly. He wasn't malicious about it. It just wasn't right.

"Yeah, right!" There was an awkward inflection in your tone, but he wasn't going to push it. You were probably just more comfortable with being friends after all.

"Damn, my feet are still freezing," You'd complain quietly after a brief silence and Julian reacts without thinking about it.

"C'mere," He reached down to your ankle and grabbed it, gently coaxing your feet up onto the couch. You adjusted to the hold folding your legs off to the side. Your [E/C] eyes are filled with curiosity. He offered a smile before drawing your feet into his stomach, where he was more than warm enough to help bring you up to temp.

"When I was a kid, my grandmother would do this for me when I'd come inside after playing in the snow," He recalled the late nights he spent watching old movies with his grandmother, eating snacks and keeping warm and cuddled up together. Of course, she'd been plenty warmed up from the brandy she'd consumed time and time again.

That sweet smile of yours was back once again, but accompanying it was a pretty blush that colored your face perfectly. He couldn't help his mind when it wandered to a less wholesome thought. What would you look like, red and panting under him? What were other ways you of all people could let him warm you up?

"That's really sweet. She must have been one hell of a lady to raise someone as gentlemanly as you, Jules," You might have been somewhat teasing, but he felt warm from the compliment. She had been as good of a role-model as she could be, doing everything she could for not only him, but for Bubbles as well.

"Thanks, [Y/N]," He patted your blanket covered calf with his hand and left it there for a moment, idly tracing his thumb over your muscle in a soothing manner.

Things got quiet again as you both sat there, watching the screen with little interest in what was going on. Julian was far more focused on how good it felt to have you curled against him and to feel your legs move. You were warming up and you were tantalizingly soft. It was driving him crazy, but he was being good.

You didn't drink much of his Rum and Coke, but you did have a sip or two, just to stave off any lingering cold.

"Julian, can I ask you something?" You'd knocked him out of his thoughts with that soft inquiry. He looked at you and felt his stomach flip, seeing your uncertain look.

"Anything," It was one small word, but he put a lot of feeling behind it. It sat heavy between the two of you for a heart-beat. Time really seemed to slow as he felt the way you were starting to shake again. The way you bit your lip and fluttered your lashes, looking at him with those eyes. It really felt like you told him everything he needed to know through body language alone.

Julian leaned in, his dark eyes searching yours for a solid answer, something more than just the way your body was calling out for him.

"Do you like me, just as a friend?" He wanted to kiss the uncertainty right out of your mouth and swallow it. How could someone as beautiful and amazing as you be so unsure of what you did to him?

"More than that," His words came out softer, rougher as he tried to reign himself in. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" He didn't want to scare you. You didn't have a ride home, it was too cold to walk off. He didn't want to misread what was going on. He was playing it safe.

"No!" It was like you were yelping, like he’d hit you in the stomach with that simple question. It gave away how eager you were and Julian couldn’t help but chuckle when you clasped your dainty hand over your mouth. “No, I’m sorry. You could never make me uncomfortable. Well, not like that,” The words fell from your lips like snow from the sky. “So I do make you uncomfortable?” He was teasing you now, relishing in the fact that you’d made that first move. You’d been the one to bravely ask him just what he thought of you and it made you flustered. You weren’t uncomfortable and you didn’t feel unsafe. Good. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it otherwise. “I like you too, Julian,” Finally, you’d admit it yourself. You’d put it out there that you were interested in him and he was interested in you. It was like that last wall came tumbling down. It made you look bare and vulnerable and unsure. That just made him want to scoop you into his arms and show you just how sure he was of the situation. “So, what now,” You’d asked, looking to him for guidance. Those big, beautiful eyes drew him right in. He wasn’t going to answer you with flowery words, he was going to show you. Julian made slow moves, roping you into him with room enough to say no if you wanted to. His large palms felt right at home, gripping your thighs and tugging you to where you were seated firmly on his lap. That little gasp that left your lips only made him drag you down harder onto him, letting you feel just how much he liked you. “What do you want, [Y/N]?” He felt the way you were shaking against him, the way you tilted your pelvis to align yourself with him. As if he were a virgin again, you had him shuddering with his restraint. He palmed your thighs, rubbing them soothingly. “I-I mean, I want you, Julian, b-but not just, ah,” He couldn’t help but to rock himself up into your core when you admitted you wanted him. There was no missing that you wanted more though, so he stilled, his dark eyes searching yours again, wondering what had you hesitating. “I don’t just want to be a fling,” Of course you didn’t, he didn’t either. But, it wasn’t like he had a particularly strong history of long, stable relationships. He had more one-night stands than he did real girlfriends he’d kept in his life. How could you not see you were different than those other girls was lost on him. Both of his hands traced up from your thighs, jumping to smooth up your arms and to your neck. He savored touching you while he thought about just how deeply he wanted to reassure you. He traced a path up to your neck, where he threaded his fingers into your hair, his thumb resting on the slope of your jawline. You wouldn’t be able to look away if you tried. He met your gaze, dark brows set into a serious furrow. “Never. [Y/N], you could never be just a fling for me,” He admitted, his voice hoarse with desire and love. He didn’t want to give you a chance to respond. Gently, he pulled you into a solid, warm kiss. Your lips molded to his perfectly. Just slightly wet from how you’d licked it only moments before. He poured his passion and love for you into it, hoping to smooth out any worries that he wasn’t dead serious on how much he liked you. Julian pulled a weak moan from you when he pulled away, your lips sticking together for a split second, sending a firework of pleasure down his spine. He wanted to devour you. His big hand cradled your head as he went in for another kiss, mouth opening just slightly to mouth your lips, to trace your tongue with his own. Just the coupling, the breathy noises and moans he pulled from you were drowning out the sound of gunfire from the busted up looking television just behind you. Nothing could distract him from how perfect you felt seated on top of him. How delicious your lips were, how easily you opened up to him. How many times had he dreamt of this? Could he even count the times you’d been at the forethought of his mind when he’d jerked himself off in the shower? Now that you’d both been honest, he could make those wild

fantasies real. “Julian,” Your voice was quaking, full of lust and need that he felt hit right through him. If that wasn’t enough to tell him you needed more, the way you were grinding on his hard cock was. A near growl left the dark haired man as he greedily grasped your ass, hoisting you further onto him. He stood up with ease, the blanket covering the two of you quickly forgotten. Any previous cold having been ripped away by red-hot need. That squeal had him chuckling between your dainty kisses. He easily brought you down that narrow hall, taking just a moment to push you against the paneling to indulge in tasting you. His tongue was more than eager to tangle with your own, the sloppy noises louder still now that you were away from the TV. Back on the move, Julian kicked open his bedroom door, relishing in the way you giggled at how forceful he’d been. Instead of throwing you onto the bed, he moved all the way to it’s edge, lowering you down onto it like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held in his hands. “God, you are beautiful, [Y/N],” Julian rasped as he admired how perfect you looked on his bed, flushed and lips swollen from how excited the two of you had been to do something as simple as kiss. “Julian,” Your voice took a serious tone, your own brows ticking down as you reached up with your now warm hands, letting them rest on his face, thumb tracing along the sharply trimmed line of his beard. “Julian, you’re beautiful too, so handsome. I can’t believe you want me too,” You were gushing, about him of all people. Shaking his head, Julian took your hands into his own, placing a kiss on your knuckles. He allowed himself the chance to really look at you, just as you were. His heart filled with affection for you. For just the way you spoke to him, marveling at him. “I can’t believe an angel like you would want anything to do with a man like me,” Julian’s voice was low and dark as he leaned back in, dying for another taste of you. This time, things went further, his hands roaming eagerly while your mouths met passionately in their own special patterns. He squeezed your shoulders, massaged down your arms and to your stomach. Testing the waters, his thick fingers peaked under your flimsy shirt, stroking at the soft skin of your belly. The way your muscles flexed and you moaned made him take liberties, inching up your ribs to rub smooth, firm circles there. With your last chance squandered through a needy moan, Julian’s large hands cupped your breasts for a firm squeeze, savoring in a moment he’d imagined just a short time ago. Julian swallowed every needy noise you made as he massaged your breasts, his hips rolling down to meet your needy movements. All at once there was too much fabric in the way. You were pulling at his shirt as soon as he move away, pulling it off of his body and revealing his strong chest and shoulders. Just as excited, Julian hooked his thumbs into your shirt, pulling it up and hooking your bra with it, baring your chest to him in one smooth motion, proving just how experienced he was. God, you were a delicious sight. Your breasts heaving in the dim light of his room. Gravity knew what it was doing and it had Julian speechless. Before long, the temptation was too strong, he dove in for another kiss, smoothing over your shy features with a reassuring kiss. His lips were eager to move, leaving a damp trail of kisses down your jaw and neck. He licked at the dip of your clavicle and relished in the way you shook and gasped. Smirking up at you, dark eyes smoldering with lust, he licked a trail to your right breast, nipping at the flexible flesh he found there. Every little sensation was drawing up for the moment he took your nipple into his hot mouth, tongue lapping as he suckled. He made sure your left breast didn’t go unattended, his thick, rough fingers plucking at the pert tip, rolling the bud in between his fingers, toying with you as he enjoyed himself thoroughly. “God, Julian, your mouth is so warm,” You whimpered, egging him on, your legs curling

around his thighs, beckoning him in for more. But, yet again, there were too many clothes in the way. But, he was a practiced man, he wanted to rile you up. There was an art to getting a woman ready. He switched to the other nipple, leaving the right to tighten and harden in the cold air. Your fingers found his normally tidy black hair, mussing up the styling by tugging him closer. “P-please, stop teasing me,” You needed more, that much was obvious with how insistently you rolled up into him. He could feel just how hot and burning you were at your core, the heat between the two of you felt like it was enough to burn the clothes right from your body. Julian chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he pulled away from your breast. His eyes locked onto yours once more and he gave you a dark smirk. “No need to rush, [Y/N]. You’ll be here until your car is fixed after all,” He teased. You looked so cute when your covered your face, no doubt feeling embarrassed for your needy reaction. He took his time with you. He tasted you, licking a path down your ribs and your stomach, coming to the button of your pants. He didn’t take too long to pull off both them and your panties, revealing your glistening petals to the cool air. You groaned at the sensation and he marveled at just how beautiful you were. Thick fingers traced lazy circles into your inner thighs working their way to your core. He wasn’t ashamed as he looked at your folds, the way your clit was already swollen and eager from the bare minimum frotage. His thumbs swiped along the outer lips, pulling them apart, making way for his broad tongue as he licked a line up from your core to your clit, popping it into his mouth swiftly for a change of pace. You tasted delicious on his tongue, tart and sweet all at once. Greedily, he buried his face into your core, his tongue diving into your soft folds. The tight ring of your cunt was no match for him, the muscle pushed as deep into you as it could, the pad of his thumb taking up stroking your taut pearl in tandem with his thrusts. He listened to your moans as he worked you over, dragging more of your wetness out, preparing you for him. And when it sounded like you were just at your apex, he pulled away. “Oh god, Julian,” It was nearly scolding the way you said his name, but he wasn’t going to leave you wanting for long, deciding to instead unfasten his pants, eagerly ridding himself of his pants and underwear. He stood nude in front of you, taking his large, girthy dick into his hands, stroking it slowly at the debaucherous sight of you, of all people, spread out on his bed, all for him. “Please, I need you, I need you,” That could’ve nearly done him in there, just the way you were pleading for him. Telling him you needed him, and god did he need to be needed. The fact it was just in this way was icing on the cake. Not wasting anymore time, Julian’s hands gripped your hips, lining you up just the way he wanted you. He bent over and steadied himself, peppering your lips with kisses as he guided himself in. Already he could tell you were going to be a tight fit, there was going to be some discomfort, but not for long. It didn’t seem like you minded much, with how eagerly your heels dug into the strong muscle of his back, eager to sink him in. His swollen head pushed into you, sinking deeper with one slow push that had him groaning, his head tilting back as he savored the squeeze around his manhood. His free hand massaged lazily at your stomach as he sunk in. You let out the most tantalizing little grunts and moans, soft hisses as your body adjusted to take his massive size. “Soo big,” You whimpered. God if only you knew what you did to him with that tender little voice. He wanted to bury his cock in you forever and stay there until the day he died. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the last few inches in, steadily massaging you while holding himself back. It wasn’t until you tested the fit by rocking your hips back and forth that he finally allowed himself to take pure pleasure in your body. It wasn’t the

Your fingers were gentle as they moved to the upper strap of his mask and Sal couldn’t help the goosebumps that erupted over his skin at the soft feeling of your fingers in his his hair, brushing against his scalp.

You moved slowly, gently positioning your hands to take hold of the corners of his mask. Your eyes stayed on his, offering reassurance, searching for any sign of hesitance. Yet, even at your pace, generous as to allow Sal to stop you should he change his mind, you found none.

Lifting his mask from his face you kept your expression decidedly neutral, forcedly blank, fearing that even the smallest quirk of lip or brow may discourage Sal from letting your eyes rove the finally bared skin of his face.

Deep scars marred pale flesh, hard, heavy lines pulled tight over his skin. Even now, so many years later, you could see where chunks had been ripped from his face, a portion of his upper lip entirely missing, torn away and replaced by scar tissue. His nose was bent, crooked and disfigured, and his right eye was a patchwork of scars and stitching. But, what struck you more than anything, was the look in Sal’s eye. He looked so completely vulnerable, moreso than you’d ever seen him. You could see it too in the set of his shoulders, hard and stiff, the way his lips pursed hard together in a forced expression of calm.

Your expression softened as one of your hands raised to ever so gently cradle Sal’s jaw, thumb rubbing just slightly over one of the more deeply ingrained scars along his skin. As you smiled at him, soft and loving, you could feel Sal’s tension drop.

You were looking at him, smiling at him, gaze still holding as much love now as they had before. Somewhere, Sal had known you would never have thought of him differently for his appearance, but to have the fear put so completely to rest was the release of a weight Sal hadn’t even been aware he’d been carrying. Even as he found his eyes stinging, growing misty, you just kept smiling, fond, loving.

“Can I kiss you Sal?”

“Mhmm. I mean, uh. Y-yeah. Sure.” Unable to help but chuckle at an answer so completely and wholly Sal you grinned even more brightly, smile fading only as you pressed your lips to his.

You were gentle, slow; you knew Sal had never done this before, and with so much going on in the moment you feared overwhelming him. Still, he responded well, all things considered, slowly beginning to follow your lead as his marred lips moved against yours.

Though Sal’s hands stayed clasped in front of him, fingers fiddling, unsure just what to do with them, his mouth began to press closer to yours, body leaning towards you. Even as you pulled away Sal found himself lingering, rooted to the spot, some part of him still wishing for your warmth, your lips on his.

“I love you Sal.” As if he wasn’t blushing enough your words made him burn all the darker, ears flaming red; he’d heard the words a hundred times before, spoken them himself just as much, yet in the moment he couldn’t help but flush.

“Love you too Y/n.”

A moment passed in comfortable, adoring silence, though just as you turned to grab Sal’s mask for him you heard him call out to you again.