#dom reader!

vash is the kind of sub who melts from emotion before anything physical happens: his desperate need for affection, his fear of being alone, and the deep shame he carries for wanting so much all combine into a vulnerability that rises instantly the moment someone dominates him with sensual intent; his body tenses first from nerves, but the second you touch his face or speak to him softly, every piece of armor he has built shatters and leaves him exposed in the most gorgeous way.

when he is in sub mode, vash makes sounds without meaning to soft at first, as if he could swallow them back down, but the more aroused he gets, the more vocal he becomes; his breathing breaks, his voice goes shaky, and he lets out those small, embarrassing moans that tell you exactly what your hands are doing to him; he tries to cover his mouth, but that only makes it sweeter.

he is extremely sensitive to being physically controlled; if you take his jaw and make him look at you, his whole body shivers; if you grip the back of his neck and keep him still, he’s already halfway gone; if you push him gently against a wall or guide him by the hips, he reacts to every motion like a live current his hips following your touch before he even realizes he’s doing it.

vash has a deep kink for being handled: any gesture where you move him, hold him, pin him, or correct him physically excites him far more than words ever could; he wants to feel your hands controlling his motions, keeping him steady when he trembles, claiming him in ways he never knew he needed; if you take his wrists and place them somewhere, his cock throbs on the spot.

praise ruins him instantly: if you tell him “good boy,” “look at you,” “i love how you shake for me,” his body reacts with a visible shiver and a rush of arousal he can’t hide; praise feels almost painful to him because he doesn’t think he deserves it, so every word slices straight through him, down his throat, down his chest, between his legs leaving him weak, needy, obedient.

he has an erotic response to emotional collapse: if you tell him you want to hear his voice, he moans louder; if you tell him not to hide, his eyes fill with tears; if you tell him to stop apologizing because it turns you on, he becomes a trembling mess who can’t decide if he wants to cry or come.

vash is a crying sub when he feels loved: he doesn’t cry from pain or fear, but from emotional overload; while you touch him, while you fuck him, while you hold him, his chest lifts and falls too fast, his lips tremble, and sometimes tears slip out before he can stop them; when you notice and touch his cheek, his whole spine arches as if you touched something holy.

he is incredibly easy to overstimulate: his body responds violently to any direct pleasure your fingers brushing his stomach make him gasp, a slow stroke between his thighs makes him twitch, and a firm grip around the base of his cock makes him moan like he’s been waiting for hours; if you give him too much too fast, his hips start moving on their own.

despite being clumsy, he is a very responsive sub: he learns quickly what you like, seeks your approval with every sound and movement; if you give him clear orders “open your legs,” “hold still,” “look at me” he obeys almost instantly, turned on by the blend of structure, care, and authority.

vash has a powerful kink for erotic aftercare: after he comes, especially when he’s still shaking, he needs to be held, kissed, stroked; he curls into your chest, hands trembling slightly as they rest on your hips; his voice goes soft and broken when he whispers thank you, like he’s grateful for being wanted.

his sexual vulnerability is tied to his deepest wound: the fear of being abandoned; during sub dynamics, he seeks you with his eyes, with his hands, with his thighs, with his voice; when he realizes that you truly want him fully, intensely he becomes devastatingly eager, clinging to you, begging softly, trembling under your touch as if you were the only thing keeping him whole.

⌗ ENJIN — “are you gonna tell me why? or just keep pretending you never knew me?”

he sees you from across the street. at first he thinks it’s someone who looks like you. maybe a trick of the light, maybe someone with your walk but not your weight, your shape but not your presence.

but it’s you. it’s you. and it hits him like a punch to the chest.

before he can stop himself, his body moves. his mouth opens. his voice finds you first.

“hey.”

you freeze mid-step. your back stiffens. he can practically see your spine go rigid, like you’d rather vanish into the sidewalk than turn around and see him.

“you just gonna keep walking?” he asks, quieter now.

you hesitate. just for a second. then you turn, slowly, as if each degree of movement costs you something.

he expects something maybe guilt, maybe surprise, maybe even regret but your expression is flat. unreadable. and somehow, that hurts worse.

he doesn’t know where to start. what to say. there’s too much. there always was.

“are you gonna tell me why?” he finally manages. “or are you just gonna keep pretending i never meant anything to you?”

your mouth opens calm, steady like you rehearsed this.

“there’s no ‘why’, enjin. i ended it. that’s all.”

he laughs, but it’s not amusement. it’s disbelief. a bitter exhale of everything he’s been holding onto.

“that’s not all,” he snaps, voice cracking despite himself. “you don’t just walk away from someone without saying a damn thing and call it ‘all.’”

he’s trying to keep his cool. trying to look like this doesn’t kill him. but he feels raw. like his ribs are showing. like you’re peeling him apart with every word.

you meet his eyes and it’s like looking at a stranger wearing your face.

“it was something,” you say. “now it’s not. there’s no ‘us’. there’s you. and there’s me. and that’s all it’ll ever be now.”

his breath catches.

you don’t wait for him to respond. you turn and walk away like nothing just shattered. he stands there, staring at the space where you were, hands clenched so tightly his nails dig into his palms. and for the first time in a long time, he doesn’t know what to do with his fire.

⌗ GRIS — “i still dream about you. and i wake up sick.”

he doesn’t call your name when he sees you. he just stands there, a few paces behind, watching your shoulders. the way they rise and fall as you walk. the same way they used to when you lay asleep beside him, safe and warm and his.

and then he says it. not loud. not urgent. just... truth.

“i still dream about you.”

you stop walking.

his voice cracks on the next part.

“i wake up sick.”

you turn, slowly, and the sight of your face punches the air from his lungs. he wants to believe it’s you. but the way you look at him… like he’s nothing but a memory you’d rather forget... that breaks him.

“gris,” you say, flat and empty.

he steps forward, holding his breath. “i don’t understand. i don’t know what i did.”

“you didn’t do anything,” you reply.

his eyebrows pull together. confusion bleeding into pain. “then why’d you leave me like that?”

your answer is cruel in how calm it is.

“because i wanted to. because i decided to. that’s all.”

he shakes his head, slowly, like he didn’t hear you right. “but we were—”

you cut him off.

“we’re nothing. not anymore. there’s no ‘us’. there’s just you, and me. separately. always.”

he stares at you for a long time.

and when he finally speaks again, his voice is so soft it might break.

“…was i the only one who thought it meant something?”

you don’t respond. you can’t. you already turned away.

and gris watches you go like someone watching the tide pull their last lifeline out to sea. he doesn’t move for a while. just presses a hand over his chest like he’s trying to hold the pieces in.

⌗ FOLLO — “just tell me you lied. please. even if you didn’t.”

you weren’t supposed to see him again.

you made peace with that. told yourself it was cleaner that way to end it without explaining, to walk away before he could ask you to stay.

but fate doesn’t care about closure.

and now, there he is, standing across from you on the sidewalk like it hasn’t been months. like your silence didn’t gut him.

he lights up when he sees you. just for a second. you can see it in his eyes that flicker of hope.

then he remembers. his steps slow, his smile falters, but he still walks up to you.

“hey,” he says, and it’s too soft, too familiar. “wow, um… i didn’t think i’d see you again.”

you force a nod. you don’t trust your voice.

“can we—can we talk?” he asks. “about us. about what happened. or didn’t happen, i guess.”

your throat tightens, but your words come out cold. “there is no ‘us’, follo.”

he blinks.

“…what?”

“there’s no you and me. not anymore. it’s over. it’s been over.”

he stares at you, and in that moment, he looks so lost. like a kid realizing home isn’t home anymore.

“so all of it… it was nothing to you?”

you look away. you hate this. you hate the way his voice shakes.

“i didn’t say that,” you murmur.

he takes a step closer. “then say something else. please. tell me it wasn’t real. lie to me. make it easier. i’ll believe you.”

you shake your head. he exhales, like he’s been punched in the stomach.

“got it,” he whispers.

he steps back. gives you one last look soft, broken, hollow.

what can i tell you, when he is in the act of sex, he is so lassive and insatiable.

the vulgar sounds of his throat fucking you made him roll his eyes in pleasure as saliva ran down the corner of his mouth.

wei wuxian would smile making his teeth scrape your flesh. you would kiss in disgust and grab him by the hair deepening your movements.

"you have the moistest, warmest throat i have ever known."

the man would just wink at you as he kept moving his mouth rapidly over you. his puffy red cheeks gave him a cute look and the sweat on his skin made him look like he was glowing. he was gorgeous.

when you felt at your limit and asked him to stop, he would immediately listen to you and wait for your command. "I want you to slap me while you come in my mouth."

"nhg, shut up wei ying." you would say feeling your sex throbbing furiously.

the black-haired man would approach you again and massage you without your permission, spreading kisses affectionately.

"come on love… I know you want to do it, I know you like to treat me bad." the man would say smiling at you and blowing you a kiss.

before he said anything else you would grab him by the neck and pull him closer to you. "Suck it and don't even think about complaining."

he would quickly assist by opening his mouth and taking you completely. a moan escaped from both of your mouths, you because of how warm and good his tongue felt. and wei ying… well because he loved to feel you in his mouth.

"aaahgn, nnngh,. mmmm" you could only hear the gurgling sounds of your essence mixing with wei wuxian's saliva. also your hand was still pressing on his throat and you could feel him gagging easier and it was harder for him to take it all in. your movements were brutal, you came completely out of his luscious mouth and then you came in hard.

at one point you felt the man slowly faint while you were still in the best part. you had no choice but to slap him to make him rectify. "don't even think about it, slut."

but he can't help it, it's just the thought of you on top of him, riding his face and him licking and sucking you, barely able to breathe properly, makes him wet his underwear. and it's something that's happening to him right now. he has to slyly place his hand on his aching erection.

-nnmg ugh…- a whimper escapes from the blond's mouth just by pressing his palm on his sex.

you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, the blue-eyed one blushed to the core and started to babble.

-vash, honey… tell me what you need," you said kneeling down in front of him, taking his hands, noticing his bulge. smile to yourself.

the blond put on an expression of astonishment and terror, opened his mouth and laughed nervously. he looked damn adorable. his eyes were a little watery, his nose and his chubby cheeks were red as a tomato. -I love you… uh, I love you name.

you let out a little smile and licked your lips and then moderated them, god it was so cute. you moved closer and left a slow and quick kiss on his juicy pink lips that were now trembling.

-i know, now tell me vash, what do you need from me," you whispered into his face, both breaths mingling and the breaths becoming more erratic.

vash closed his eyes and placed his head on your chest as if giving up, squeezed your hands and murmured. -name, I need you to sit on my face, I'm going to die if you don't," he mentioned desperately so quickly and in such a rushed way that you almost didn't understand him.

the blond hid more in you as if what he had just said hadn't made you hotter than you already were. there was silence for a second and then you let out a giggle.

vash stood up from you and looked at you with concern. -don't… don't make fun of me, name," he whimpered hurt.

before he could say anything else or run away from you, you grabbed vash by the shoulders and laid him down on the bed. he opened his eyes in surprise while you were getting rid of your pants and underwear. you did the same with him, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down watching his erection get free. you pulled down his underwear too and grabbed him by his member.

-ahg! wait… name.- vash sat on the bed and almost came with just a couple of massages to his cock. it was already red and veiny and leaking pre-siminal fluid from just asking you to sit on his face.

-i don't think your friend thinks the same, look how you are… ask me again, pretty boy, ask me…".

vash swallowed loudly trying to concentrate, the way you were touching him, he needed it for a long time. his eyes couldn't stay still, he was looking at you, he was looking at how his cock was being touched. it was too much.

-name, name… aaahg! please, sit on my face, i… i need it," he said in whimpers and with a cute pout in his mouth.

without disturbing him any more you left his cock and guided him to lie down again. you caressed his face. -my seat is so nice, too bad it will soon be all ruined.-

-my god… you're going to kill me n-… without letting him finish you mounted on his face. feeling his breath on your sex, his nose pressed so deliciously that you couldn't help letting out a stifled moan.

you slowly rocked on top of him, now feeling his tongue timidly probing your skin, you jumped when vash grabbed you tightly by your ass, his metal hand felt so cold on your skin that you couldn't help but let it out.

-mhmmh, nhgh!- you only heard the muffled moans of your beloved boy. while you held on to the bed rails to be able to move and not fall off. it was so exquisite, vash was doing it so well. in an unexpected movement you felt his nose much closer to you and the friction of both was so good that you started to fuck his face without mercy.

-vash, vash, vash… -you felt so wildly ecstatic.

you could feel the wetness of your flow on the blond's face. he hadn't stopped kissing and licking you for a single second since you sat on top of him, his strong arms kept you pressed down on him with no escape. -let me see you, love.

when you lowered yourself a little and saw the mess that was vash, you felt yourself coming right there. his pupils dilated, his nose and cheeks still burning but full of your streams all over.

fuck, his expression, a silly little grin on his face, he was licking his lips every second and his gaze was lost but full of excitement on you. he was so stupid. god, how much you wanted to fuck him right now.

-i love you name… so much… agh! so much…" he said dumbly.

when suddenly you looked down a little embarrassed and saw that vash had already cum without even touching himself. fuck.