#ness writes

Restlessness and anxiety had been bothering you all day long. You couldn’t relax properly, couldn’t shut down or silence your mind from its constant running. You were constantly fidgeting with the hem of your tank top, tapping your fingers against each other or picking at your fingernails. Natasha was at work for another two hours, and you were all alone in the apartment that felt too big for your spiraling thoughts. You missed her. You missed your girlfriend, even though she had been gone for only a few hours.

Pathetic, you whispered to yourself. You knew you were being too clingy, or at least you thought so. You wanted to text her, just to tell her that you missed her, but you had decided that you wouldn’t. You thought you shouldn’t bother her while she’s at work, at least not with something as pathetic as yearning.

After a while, you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You decided not to text her that you missed her, but send her a photo instead. A photo of yourself. Naked. Surely she would mind that less than a pathetic ‘I miss you’ text, right? At least you looked good.

Natasha saw the message immediately. The three small dots appeared in a second on the bottom of the screen, indicating that she was writing an answer to your filthy surprise. The symbol disappeared, then reappeared. Finally, Natasha answered.

From: Nat <3

My coworkers almost saw that, baby.

You smirked and bit your bottom lip, as you typed an answer to her right away.

From: me

Oops, my bad :) 

Natasha’s reply came almost immediately. 

From: Nat <3

Are you bored? Do you want to get in trouble?

You couldn’t help but giggle. While this wasn’t your original plan, though you knew sending a photo would get you in trouble, you didn’t mind at all. You decided to play along, as you figured it was more entertaining than to back down and submit.

From: me

I don’t know, I could always send another pic?

In a few seconds, the reply came, sending a rush of heat straight down to your core.

From: Nat <3

Don’t bother. I’m leaving in 10, you better keep your fingers off of your pussy or you’re in trouble.

And then, another message right after that.

From: Nat <3

Wait for me on the bed. And don’t put any clothes on, since you seem to love being naked around the house anyway.

Your lower stomach tingled with anticipation, and you could already feel your pussy clenching, even though Natasha wasn’t home yet. But she would be soon, and you knew you were in trouble. 

-

In a few minutes, you were sitting on the bed naked, legs crossed neatly as if that would make you look more innocent. You were feeling even more restless than before, and the anticipation of what was coming didn’t help at all, it only made things worse. You wanted to open your legs and touch yourself, but you knew Natasha would find out. And when she’d find out, you wouldn’t be coming for the rest of the day. As enticing as the thrill of it sounded, you didn’t want to be deprived of an orgasm just because you couldn’t wait.

Your mind cleared the second you heard the front door click. Natasha was home. 

You clenched your thighs together and pressed your sweaty palms against the mattress. Now you had to be good, if you still wanted this to go your way. Still, you could feel the doubting thoughts filling up your mind. Surely she wouldn’t be too mad, right? You weren’t sure if you should be regretting your decision to bother her with that photo. She didn’t sound like she was mad, just being dominant, right?

You waited for Natasha, as the older woman was taking her sweet time. She knew you’d be there waiting for her, and she didn’t want to make this too easy for you. Eventually, you could hear the sound of her footsteps outside the bedroom door. Natasha entered the room, still wearing her work clothes, those damn pants that hugged her thighs and waist perfectly, and the white blouse that made her look way too hot.

Her eyes found yours immediately, as she walked over to you slowly. She stopped in front of you, and motioned for you to stand up with her finger. 

“Stand up,” she ordered simply, her voice low and commanding. You complied instantly, all defiance draining out of you. You expected to feel the need to submit to her, and you did, but not like you wanted to. Instead of the hazy subspace creeping in slowly, insecure thoughts filled your mind instantly, and before you even realized you were doubting everything about yourself. Was I too much? You thought to yourself. Is she actually annoyed with me? You wanted to submit to her, to be good. You couldn’t afford to be bad, you had to be perfect.

You stood there in front of her, completely naked and bare under her gaze. Natasha’s eyes were glued to your bare body, her lips turned into a smirk. Natasha sat down on the bed, and pulled you a little closer to her.

“God… Aren’t you a pretty little thing..?” she mumbled, her voice slow and deep. Your mind was already too far gone to answer properly, so you just nodded brainlessly.

“You look so pretty for me like that…” Natasha’s hand slid up to your cheek, stroking it softly with her calloused fingertips. For a moment, her eyes looked almost soft, as they admired your flushed face. But then, the same dominance from before found its place in her eyes, and she pointed to the floor in front of her with her finger. “Now kneel.”

Your body reacted before your mind could even comprehend the command. You sank to the floor on your knees, settling between her legs. You looked up at her, seeking for her praise like it was the only thing that mattered now. You needed to hear her praise you, to reassure you, but you couldn't say it out loud. You tried to push your own feelings down, so you could only focus on being good for Natasha. That’s what you wanted, right?

“Good girl… I knew you could obey if you wanted to. Now, do you think you’ve been good enough that you’ll get to cum today?” she asked, clearly expecting an answer from you. You blinked for a moment and tried to gather your thoughts to form a coherent sentence, but your brain got stuck on the words ‘good enough’. 

Natasha slipped two fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes softened again for a moment, as they searched yours for signs of discomfort. Natasha had noticed the hazy look in your eyes, the way your mind seemed foggy and unclear. She stroked your cheek with the pad of her thumb softly, and you couldn’t do anything else than stare at her mindlessly. You couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. You couldn’t really figure out anything, as your mind was too crowded with your insecurities and doubts. You just wanted to be good.

“You good, pretty girl?” she asked, tapping your cheek gently to get your full attention. You blinked and forced your mind to clear up, but it was hard. You were already teetering on the edge of your mind, trying to fight the overwhelming whirlwind of your thoughts.

You bit your lip for a second to get yourself grounded into this moment. You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice. Natasha’s gaze assessed you, and she shook her head a little. Panic flared in your eyes for a tiny moment. She wasn’t pleased with you? Did you do something wrong? Were you not-

“Y/n, baby, look at me. Words, love. Use your words, don’t just nod at me,” Natasha corrected, her thumb still drawing slow circles on your cheek.

You blushed, and felt a small relief flood in. You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t get any words out. You didn’t know what to say, or even how to do it. Despite the relief, your mind was stuck on being afraid of failing her.

Natasha’s eyes softened even more, as she heard a soft whimper leave your mouth. You looked down, and felt all of your emotions crash down on you. You felt pathetic, like you were a disappointment. You covered your face with your hands, as the first tear rolled down on your cheek. The only thing you could think was that you failed her, that you failed to be good for her.

“Oh devochka… Come here baby, come here…,” Natasha murmured softly, and soon you felt her arms wrapping around you. She pulled you up gently, and you went with her, and climbed to her lap. Natasha gathered your body into her arms, and gently pushed your head down so your cheek was pressed against her chest and her chin rested on top of your head. Her hands started stroking your back in slow circles, as she held you close.

“It’s okay baby.. You’re okay love, you didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered into your ear, and pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I-I’m sorry..,” you managed to whisper, as you nuzzled your face closer to her chest, seeking comfort in her warmth.

“Moya lyubov’.. You have nothing to apologise for… It was just too much, was it?” Natasha asked, and you felt another gentle kiss on top of your head.

“No it.. I mean y-yeah I guess a bit but-” you rambled, but Natasha silenced you with a soft hush.

“Baby, you know you can say if it is too much, right? I want you to talk to me, not hide your feelings,” she said. You nodded a little against her chest, and pressed even closer to her. Natasha’s grip around your frame tightened, making you feel safer in her embrace.

“I’m not mad at you, dorogoy.. I know it’s hard for you, but we really need to work on this, okay baby? I need to know how you’re feeling, because your feelings matter just as much as mine,” she said, and you could only nod in agreement. 

After a long while, Natasha tucked two fingers under your chin and gently lifted your head up, so she could look you in the eye. Your eyes were slightly glassy, but you weren’t crying anymore. You looked back at her, and didn’t try to avoid her gaze, even though it made you feel exposed and vulnerable. 

“I want you to tell me what you want right now, okay baby? Please, just the first thing that comes into your mind. What do you need now, love?” Natasha asked. Her thumbs started drawing slow circles on both of your cheeks again. 

“I um..,” you started, still unsure of what to say. “I want you.. I need you,” you finished the sentence with a little more confidence.

“You have me, love. You’ll always have me,” Natasha said with a small smile, and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Do you want me to make you feel good, or do you want me to just hold you like this?” she asked, knowing that it was easier if she led you on.

“I think.. I think I want to continue. I want you to make me feel good but.. But I want you to feel good too and-” you started rambling again, but Natasha pressed her finger against your lips and silenced you.

“No baby, don’t think about me now. I will make you feel good, but tonight is only about you now, okay?” Natasha decided. Her words weren’t exactly a question, and you should have just nodded, but you couldn’t. 

“But I should-” you tried to argue, but Natasha’s warning look silenced you before her actions could. 

“Milaya devochka… What did I say? Tell me,” Natasha commanded, but her voice didn’t carry any harsh authority. 

You looked down at your hands for a second, but then lifted your gaze back up. “That tonight is about me..,” you mumbled. Natasha smiled softly, and patted your cheek gently. 

“Good girl… Please don’t argue with me on this, okay?” she asked, and you gave her a quick nod.

Natasha took your face into her hands properly, and pressed her lips softly against yours. You found yourself kissing back instantly. Your hands travelled up on her body and looped behind her neck. Your hips inched closer to her, and Natasha’s hands found their way down on your bare thighs. She pulled away from the kiss, only to grip your thighs and maneuver your body so that you were now sitting in her lap, straddling her. 

Natasha’s hands stroked your thighs softly, making you shiver. You blushed slightly as you realized that you were already completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. Your hands moved to the collar of her blouse, and you tugged on it softly. 

“You want my shirt off, baby?” Natasha asked with an amused smile playing on her lips. You nodded quickly at her question.

“Go on baby, you can take it off,” she encouraged with a soft smile that worked like magic to boost your confidence. As soon as she lifted her arms up, you hurried to grip the hem of her shirt, and in a blink of an eye her shirt had found its way on the floor. You slid your hands on Natasha’s sides, and glanced at her chest, as if asking for permission to take her bra off. Natasha quickly understood what you were indicating, and nodded, granting you permission.

Your hands moved quickly to remove her bra, and soon her upper body was completely bare, just like yours. 

“Good girl,” Natasha praised gently, and slid her hands to your waist. A small squeak left your mouth as Natasha flipped you down on your back against the mattress. She smirked a little and straddled your waist. You looked up at her with hazy eyes, but this time the cloudy feeling creeping into your brain wasn’t insecurity or doubt. Instead, it was the comforting feeling of knowing that you were safe with your girlfriend.

Natasha leaned down to kiss you again. Your lips found hers quickly and your hands moved to her back, desperately pulling her closer. Your hips bucked up and you let out a small, soft whine into the kiss. Natasha chuckled softly and pulled away from the kiss, her face hovering just an inch away from yours.

“Patience, malen’kaya lyubov’,” she reminded you gently. “You’ll get what you want.”

“Your pants,” you mumbled quietly, trying to request her to undress completely. The small amused smile found its way back to Natasha’s face, and she sat up, moving her hands to the waistband of her pants. Without saying a word, Natasha pulled her pants and panties off, knowing that you wanted her to be completely naked too.

As soon as the last item of clothing fell down on the floor, Natasha’s lips were against yours again. Your hands gripped her back again, and you bucked your hips up again, only to be met with Natasha’s palm pressing your lower body back down against the mattress. 

Before you could protest, Natasha slid her hand between your thighs. She pushed your legs open, murmuring small praises under her breath and between kisses. You felt her hand slide upwards on your inner thigh, until you felt her fingers sliding in between your folds, making you let out a soft sigh. Natasha’s lips moved to your neck, and she started planting gentle kisses in all the places she knew you loved the most, Right behind your ear, your jawline, and then down to your collarbone. 

Her fingers spread your folds before gently slipping one into your clenching pussy. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan, as Natasha started moving her finger slowly, letting you get used to it without overwhelming you. Your mouth fell open slightly, and soon you didn’t bother to suppress your sounds at all. 

“That’s it… Good girl, moya khoroshaya devochka,” she murmured against your neck, before she slid a second finger into you. Your pussy clenched around her fingers, desperately needing more. Natasha picked up the pace a little, while still being extremely gentle. 

Her mouth moved down to your chest, as she planted slow and gentle kisses between your breasts. Natasha kept moving downwards, until her lips met your lower stomach. She pulled her fingers out of you slowly, earning a small, desperate whine from you. 

“Oh you’re being so good for me baby… Just let go, let go for me,” Natasha murmured, before nudging your inner thighs with her nose, pushing them wider apart. As soon as her mouth made contact with your cunt, a needy moan spilled out from your mouth.

“You’re such a good girl for me now,” she murmured against your heat. Her tongue found your clit quickly, and by that time, you were already trembling. Natasha held your thighs open with one hand, while the other crept up and found your breast. She brushed her fingertips over your hardened nipple, earning another loud moan from you. You arched your back and tried to clench your thighs, but Natasha’s strong hand kept them open. 

Whimpers and moans came out of your mouth, as Natasha’s tongue played with your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the final release. Her fingertips circled your nipple at the same time, making you lose every last coherent thought you had.

“Nat- I-I’m gonna..,” you whined out weakly. 

“That’s it, let go for me baby… Come for me milaya,” Natasha murmured softly against your core. Her tongue pressed against your clit, making you arch your back and let out a loud moan. Finally, your orgasm washed over you, making your thighs tremble. Your eyes were closed, your breathing was heavy, and your body fell limp as soon as the last waves of your release had passed.

“Such a good girl for me,” Natasha praised, while pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh. Your body was completely limp against the mattress. Your mind was foggy and cloudy, but in the best way this time. There was no insecurity or doubt, only the feeling of belonging to Natasha, and being safe with her.

Natasha moved to lay down beside you, and before you had a chance to react, she pulled your exhausted body into her arms. You let yourself be dragged into her embrace. Natasha’s arms wrapped around you, and she guided your head to rest against her chest with your cheek pressed right against her breasts, just the way you liked.

“My sweet girl… You did so good baby,” Natasha mumbled while pressing gentle kisses into your hair. You managed to respond with a small hum, as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax. Your head felt pleasantly fuzzy, the only thoughts being the safety and warmth of Natasha and her praise.

“We should get you cleaned up a little,” Natasha suggested, but you just shook your head against her chest. 

“No… Stay,” you demanded tiredly. Natasha chuckled affectionately, and started petting your hair in slow motions.

“Okay baby, not yet. We’ll just stay right here,” she promised. Her arms tightened around your relaxed frame, and you felt another kiss being pressed into your hair. You nuzzled your face closer against her chest, earning a soft sigh out of her.

“You’re my perfect girl, you know that?” she praised you, but you were barely even comprehending that anymore. Your mind had slipped into the comfortable cloudiness, and it was only a matter of time before you’d fall asleep. 

You’re in your bathtub while Spike takes care of you. Earlier you got thrown around by a demon leaving enough damage that Spike even had to help you out of your clothes before you could slip into the tub. 

Spike is washing away all the grime and dirt when you hear him mumble something.

“What did you say,” you ask, voice cracking from disuse. 

“Nothing… It’s just…you have so many scars,” he answers breathlessly. 

You shudder as his fingers trace your old wounds. They’re all healed, but you don't like to think about all the scars littering your body, every attack still vivid in your mind.

“That’s the risk of running with the vampire slayer, I suppose,” you reply. 

Spike scoffs: “Isn’t the slayer supposed to protect you? I mean it’s her job description.”

“She can’t protect everyone at all times.”

You shrug. Buffy is an amazing slayer, but she often relied on you to take care of yourself. 

You absentmindedly run your fingers over the bite mark in the crook of your neck. “This one’s the worst,” you whisper, “The others are insignificant, really.”

“Every scar on your body is one too many,” Spike replies without hesitation. 

You rest your head on his shoulder as he calmly rubs your back. One of his hands runs over the scar in your neck as he curses his own kind. 

“I think you should get out of the bath so I can take care of those wounds,” Spike says. 

You stand up and Spike immediately wraps the fluffiest towel around your frame. 

“You dry off while I go and find some clothes,” he orders. 

“Yes, chef,” you chuckle, feeling a bit more like yourself.

Spike eventually returns with a big T-shirt and some shorts. 

“Weirdly enough, I found my shirt in your closet,” Spike says before handing you the T-shirt. 

“Really? I have no idea how that landed in my closet,” you nonchalantly reply while blush settles on your cheeks. 

“I’m sure you don’t,” Spike replies with a laugh.

After a lot of struggling on your part, Spike jumps in and helps you put on the T-shirt. You sit down on the closed toilet seat while you watch him take care of the big gash on your forearm. You were surprised he offered to take care of you tonight. You had a good relationship with the vampire, but never before had anyone offered to take care of you.

“Why are you taking care of me,” you whisper. 

“Because I care about you and you looked in no state to be alone tonight,” he replies. 

“Glad to know it wasn’t a plot just to see me naked,” you chuckle. 

“Oh that was just a bonus,” Spike laughs accompanied by a wink. 

“I can’t believe you saw me naked before buying me dinner.”

“That dinner can be arranged, my love,” Spike answers. 

No hesitation, his love for you shining through in his voice. Blush coats your face as you grasp the significance of it all. 

"So Naval Academy, huh?" She looked over to the voice next to her and shot them a look. "I'm just saying long distance is hard and with the kind of training he's gonna get, it's gonna be harder." 

She didn’t need to be told this; it’s not as if she hadn’t been thinking about it for the past 2 months since Bradley’s acceptance letter had arrived in the mail. “We’ll be fine,” she bites back before downing the rest of the drink and pushing through the throngs of people to find her boyfriend. She spots him at the bar doing shots with his friends in the flight suit costume that they had bought him. He looks good, she’ll give him that (but then again, if he can look good in those horrendous Hawaiian shirts, he can look good in practically anything), and most notably, he looks the happiest he has been since, well, maybe since the 3 and a half years she had known him. Bradley belongs up in the air, has been since he was about 2 years old and that was the one thing that she loved about him; she had never met someone who was more sure of themself than Bradley Bradshaw. But now, looking at him from across the bar, there’s the selfish part of her that wishes that there was some doubt so it wouldn’t be so easy for him to go. But that was unfair because while Bradley belonged in the air, her heart lies with music and if anyone asked her to give that up, she wouldn’t go down without a hell of a fight. 

He spots her from the bar and motions her over to which she smiles and shakes her head. She doesn’t want to be the one to put a damper on Bradley’s night, especially with his friends. All she can think about is how she wants to spend the last few moments they have together entwined in another, not in some dive bar playing 80s music with sticky bar tops and floors. But he pouts and she caves. He could ask her to do anything and she would probably do it no questions asked and sometimes that thought alone scared her more than anything. 

“Dove!” he throws his arm around her and kisses the top of her head as he pulls her in. He smells like whiskey and cheap beer, and is clearly intoxicated. He never calls her Dove in public; that was just their little thing. It’s not a big deal but it throws her off. 

“What’s with the name?” one of his buddies asks as he looks over at Bradley’s girlfriend.

“That’s her call sign. Y’know like in the Navy. It’s because she’s so kind, loyal, graceful and innocent like a little Dove. D’ya wanna know my call sign is gonna be? Rooster, because I have a big -” 

He’s not being an asshole on purpose, Bradley could never, but he is on the verge of acting like one now. And maybe if she was a bit more drunk and having more fun, she’d be laughing along with him and his buddies but instead she sits besides him, arm curled around her shoulder, picking at the label on a beer bottle as she tunes out of the conversation as she wonders is this a bad omen; how is it possible that two people who are so close to each other can be so far away. 

When they go home the air feels thicker in the room as they both lie curled up against each other on the twin sized bed they both have seemed to outgrow. Any other day and they'd probably be laughing at how ridiculous they look but neither of them said a word. Both just clinging onto each other, fingers and limbs intertwined, silently counting down the time they have left together. She buries her head into the crook of his neck and shifts, hoping the rustle of the sheets hides her sniffles. It's stupid because both of them knew this day was coming and somehow now that it's here, it hurt more than she had imagined it. There was a part of her that had to admit that maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility that he loved her more than he loved flying and when it came to it, Bradley would stay. He'd leave it all behind for her but that was ridiculous because she also knew that flying was one tie to his father and she could never ask him to let go of that. She loved him but not enough to be that selfish and he loved her but not enough to stay. 

"Little Dove," his voice is soft as he languidly strokes her hair, "We'll be okay. We can make this work." 

There's a hitch in his voice that makes her think that he doesn't believe it but she doesn't point it out. If he believed it, he wouldn't be crying too. Maybe it would be easier to just to end it here, no hard feelings or bad memories, just two people who loved each other but were on different paths in life and the least selfish thing to do was to let go. But in a blaze of blind optimism at the beginning of the relationship when they were both bright eyed 20-something year olds, they both decided that it was worth a try. There was a possibility that they were right, and perhaps they were that 1% that would pull through but chances were slim and she wouldn't be rushing to place any bets on it. 

She doesn't say anything (she's not sure if she can and even if she did find the right words to say, she can't trust that her voice would betray her and say reveal everything that she thought) and hooks her pinky finger against his. Her eyes are glassy as she looks up at him, "Promise?" 

Such an innocent word also happens to be one of the cruelest things she could ever say to Bradley. She knows he would never break a promise, especially a pinky promise (those were sacred) but this is one that will inevitably be broken. There's a hesitantly pause and she feels him stiffen against her, and there's a part of her that wishes he'll be the first to break and stop this facade but he echoes her back, "Promise." 

Pettiness begins to effervesce deep within but she pulls the stopper before she says something she regrets and the last thing she wants to do is to end their time together in an argument over some silly little words. Instead, her eyes trace his features until she feels like she can remember every single scar, and then she leans up and kisses him. It's soft and desperate in a way that Bradley's never felt before, almost like he was her lifeline and she was trying to hold on. 

Her chest heaves as she pulls away, corners of her eyelashes wet and she tries to smile but her eyes don't crinkle into those little crescent moons that Bradley always found so endearing. He found himself counting the colours in her eyes, memorising every single piece of her before he forgets the little details, like the way she always smelt like vanilla with the hint of coconut, the way she crinkled her nose whenever she was embarrassed, or the sound of her laugh. These were the things that he wished he could engrave in his brain forever but sometimes he thinks even that isn't enough. 

Bradley presses a kiss to her forehead, then to each of her cheeks, and her nose before crashing his lips against hers. A soft whimper slips from her lips as he pulls away and he wishes he could save that sound forever in his memory. He probably would have teased her that any other day, but today, Bradley just wanted to savour this moment. Her eyes watch him carefully as he brushes her hair out of her face before diving back down to pepper kisses along her jaw to her neck. He knows exactly what she likes and when a moan falls from her lips, she swears she can feel him smirk against her neck. She thinks about the fact that no one may ever know her the way Bradley knows her, inside and out, and that thought alone makes her sick. 

But when Bradley’s hands are unbuttoning her shirt, lips slowly moving down as he does so, she can’t help but think of anything but him at this present moment. She throws her head back with a gasp when his tongue flicks across her nipple whilst his fingers flicks the other. He mumbles  something against her skin and the vibrations makes her shudder. 

“Bradley… don’t tease,” she gasps as she tangles her fingers through his hair, trying to pull him back to her lips. 

He looks up at her, pupils fully blown, lips swollen and messy hair. God, she has never seen something more attractive in her life and she loves him so much. “Tell me what you want,” his voice is raspy and that alone nearly makes her drop to her knees like he’s her altar. 

“You. All I have ever wanted is you.” 

There’s a pause, and she swears that she can see Bradley’s eyes darken before his hands are working underneath her shorts and he’s pressing soft kisses on her hips and down her thighs, ghosting past the places that she wants him the most. He lifts up his head, resting on her stomach with a dazed smile on his face and the way that the light illuminates him makes him look almost ethereal. He could belong in the Louvre but she wouldn’t want to share that image with anyone else. It was hers to keep and only hers. 

Her lips part with a gasp when his fingers finally reach her clit after what feels like an eternity. It’s nearly embarrassing how wet she is for him, especially when he’s barely touched her but she needs him too much to care. 

“Is this all for me?” Her hips buck into his hand when his finger swipes through her folds, dipping ever so slightly into her entrance. There’s a hint of smugness in his voice when he asks her because he knows what the answer is. 

“Yes,” she breathes as she moves her hips, trying to find some relief but he has her hips held down, “Always. No one can make me feel this way but you.”

Bradley seems satisfied with that answer as he grins before diving down like a starved man until she’s shaking and seeing blinding white spots of light. She repeats his name like she’s praying to him for her salvation as she reaches her climax. Knuckles white, clasping onto him for dear life. She’s going to leave marks on his back and the thought of him being marred with little crescent moons on his back and shoulders fill her with satisfaction. It was a reminder that he’s hers (until he isn’t anymore). “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whimpers into the crook of his neck as he rides out his own release.

It doesn’t take long for Bradley to fall asleep; it never does after sex. But for her, she’s never been able to sleep well. Being next to Bradley always helped, but the thought of having to sleep without him keeps her up. He won’t be there to stroke her hair until she falls asleep before he does and she goes through all the things she can try to help her sleep without him. She can do this, she tells herself as she watches him. So peaceful and innocent. She wants to remember him this way before she shatters every piece of his heart but it’s for the best. She has to leave because she knows Bradley would never leave her first. Every person Bradley has ever cared about has always left him so he’ll never be the first one to leave. 

The forest was large, coarse, and Ishigami had been walking for god knows how long. He didn’t want to join the group, but he was begrudgingly dragged along. “Ah. Where are we going again?” Ishigami muttered under his breath. “Just looking for one of those monsters, maybe killing one of ‘em would give us some reward!” One of the members, Ben, told him.

Ishigami sighed. ‘Why did I agree to this..’ He thought. Someone patted his shoulder, and he looked at him. “Ishigami, my boy. Why the sad face?” Taro smiled at him. “Nothing, father.” Ishigami forced a smile, he didn’t want his father to worry, after all.

“A samurai shan’t back down in the face of danger, my son.” His father said. “Hai.. I got it, father.” Ishigami said, with a small smile. “That sword of yours hasn’t killed anything yet. Would be a shame if such a good blade was put to waste, Ryota.” One of the members teased him. He glared at the member, and was about to open his mouth when a rustling was heard in the bushes.

The group immediately got into a defensive stance. “Who’s there!?” Taro yelled. “Probably just another woodland creature, Oto-san..” Ishigami said, shaking. “You scared, Ishi?” “Shut your mouth, clown.” He told the heavily made-up man, wh chuckled in response.

The trees rustled, and leaves went flying. Ishigami and his father got their swords out.

“Please, we mean no harm. Well, for the most part-“ Ishigami said. “Come out here, you monster!” A rather burly member said. A bluish blur flew up to the skies, circling around them.

“It’s the dragon! The one they assigned us to!” A member yelled, readying his bow. “Those scales are very sought after, and such a pretty blue color too.” Taro commented. “Ishigami, this job is for us. As a rookie, this dragon’s too intense for you.” He told him. “But- I’m a grown man-“ Ishigami protested. “And stay put.”

The dragon circled around them once more, and swooped down to a different part of the forest. “Alright, come to papa. You scaly bastard..” The burly member, Jun, said, going towards the direction it was headed.

Ishigami felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he and the group followed suit. “Father.. Should we continue?” He shuddered.”Oh, Ishigami. You were always such a pacifist..” Taro patted his shoulder. “But we must. It’s assigned to us.” He expressed.

Ishigami was confused. Most of these monsters don’t bother humanity, yet why do we try to kill them? “Do we have to? I have a bad feeling about that dragon.. It had a powerful aura to it..” Ishigami told his father with concern.

“Ishigami.. Those kinds have no interest in the human world, they’re too busy with their duties.” Taro reassured him. “And why would a dragon like that hang around a forest?” He asked his son.

“But fathe-“ “Son. Do you remember those lives lost during that shipwreck? That was the work of a monster.” Taro said. “Remember every single famine, or wildfire, or raid? All monsters.” He gritted his teeth, and squeezed his son’s shoulder.

“I don’t think you should talk abou-“ “We are samurai, Ishigami. We must eliminate or capture any rogue monsters.” His father advised him. “For it is our duty. Just like how every single being on this earth has a purpose.”

“Except for some..” He uttered under his breath, glaring at a tree. “There! Found him.” They pointed at the dragon, looking around.

“Ishigami, get me that net.” Taro said, gesturing towards the bag. “Hai…” He breathed, handing it to him.

“Steady now…” They held different parts of the net. It was a special kind, one that trapped monsters. Well, ordinary ones.

Jun stepped on a branch, causing the Dragon to cock its head towards them. The dragon immediately got into a flying stance. “Now!” Taro yelled, and they tried to cover the dragon with the net.

The dragon roared, and growled. It seemed like it was.. speaking? “Father, That dragon’s talking!” Ishigami said, as he looked at the dragon with guilt.

“A lot of monsters talk, Ishigami..” Jun rolled his eyes, and he tightened the net. The dragon was thrashing about, his tail almost violently wacking the others.

“Please! I just want to leave..” The dragon yelled. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere. You’ll probably burn down a village.” Taro said. “We know you dragons…”

The Dragon looked at them with fear in his eyes. “Yuzuru! Get me those chemicals.. We’re putting this big guy to sleep!” Jun ordered. The dragon’ eyes widened, and he jerked as hard as he could to escape.

He ended up tearing apart the net, the remnants landing on the ground. The group looked at it with disbelief.

Dragon snarled, and glared at the group. His claws digging into the ground.

“How dare you human filth, trapping me like I’m some- animal!” Dragon yelled. The group took this as a challenge and got out their weapons.

Yuzuru, hiding in a bush, aimed at the dragon. He gripped his bow, and shot. It stabbed the dragon, earning a pained roar. The group yelled a battle cry, and started to attack.

“He’s a threat!” Ben yelled as he stabbed him with a sword. “Ishigami, stay put. We don’t want this monster hurting you.” Taro said. Ishigami looked at the battle, the poor dragon was outnumbered.

“No! Please! I was just trying to..!” The Dragon cried out.

“Save it for hell, you monster.” Jun said, slicing him. The Dragon hissed at the pain, everything was going too fast.

The violence lasted for a few minutes, and Ishigami desperately wanted to look away. ‘Why were they hurting him!’ He thought.

“Stop! We just have to capture it!” Ishigami tried to reason, but it all fell onto deaf ears. They couldn’t hear him, like they were blinded by something, possessed to keep attacking. “Are you all trying to kill it?!” He yelled.

“Don’t feel bad, it tried attacking first.” Yuzuru mumbled. “But he was just warning us!” Ishigami said, as he tried to pull them away. Taro pushed him away. “Not your battle, son! Stay out!” His father said, in a booming tone.

‘That’s not my father.. Why has he become just as bad as the monsters he warned me about..’ Ishigami thought. His mind raced as he thought of a way to stop them.

“I’m so sorry..” Ishigami mouthed out.

“Why aren’t you helping..” The dragon muttered, and glared at him.

“Are you looking at my son, you monster?” Taro said, as he cleaned his blade.

He pointed it in between the dragon’s eyes. “Just one push, and you’re gone.” He said. his eyes glowing a purple hue. Dragon noticed this and had a terrified look.

“He’s practically gone already! Look!” Jun cackled. “Please..I was just looking for someone..” Dragon cried, his tears dropping to the ground. “Well, too bad.”

The Dragon clawed, and scratched at them yet to no avail. “Have a nice ride to the afterlife.” Taro commented, as he dealt a finishing stab. Driving it as deep as he could. The dragon coughed out blue blood, and it splattered some on the ground.

He was getting lightheaded, and the last thing he saw was Ishigami, looking at him with tearful eyes. ‘May you all suffer..’ He mouthed before his eyes drooped.

His energy was running out, and the group snapped out of it. “Oh, we killed it!” Jun said, as the dragon laid down on the ground, his blood staining the grass. “Why..?” He muttered.

Ishigami could only stare as the dragon was trying to hang on to its last breath. His wounds were becoming too much. The Dragon was breathing heavily, and shivering.

However, the moment the dragon stopped moving. A bright light emitted from the ground, blinding them.

They opened their eyes and they were in a dark area, with a blue-ish hue. In the middle of it, seated atop a cushion of flames, was an incredibly large dragon. It looked exactly like the one-

“Oh no…” Ishigami muttered. “You… You have killed my son.” The dragon snarled at them. The group was frozen in fear, whether it was the intimidating aura or the chilly breeze in the secluded room.

They all bowed down. “How pitiful.. Killing my heir, who helps me keep everything in order..” The King growled. “Do you KNOW what you’ve done? The world will go into chaos..”

The dragon’s eyes glowed a bright blue. “I’d have half a mind to not kill you where you stand.” Flames grew from the side of his mouth. “Please, spare us! We had no idea we killed him. Like something possessed us!” Taro yelled.

“AND YOU HAVE THE GALL TO TALK BACK?!” The King shouted, as he floated towards the group. “No excuse can save you..” He growled.

“Please, we’ll do anything!” Ishigami cried. The dragon looked at them, and went back to Ishigami. “You. You were watching as your group mercilessly killed my son.” He said. “And you. Did. Nothing.” He inched closer, sneering at him.

Ishigami looked up at him with terrified eyes. The dragon glared. “I’m saving you for last.. Have fun watching your team suffer.” The dragon said, before swooping down and taking a crew member.

He made them levitate, and started to distort their body in such a grusome way. Before sending them back to the living world, but as a husk of themself.

He did this to the rest, as the remaining members could only watch as their allies got turned into the very thing they were told to destroy. Monsters.. Their human features were stripped from them, leaving only a spine-chilling appearance.

Until there was only Ishigami and his father left. Taro looked at his son, and embraced him, for they do not know if they’ll ever meet again. “Ryota.. I am so sorry…” He said, as his son teared up. “No..” Ishigami muttered.

“How cute.. You get to have a special moment with your son before I damn you to eternal pain. I never got to.” The Dragon King inched closer to Taro.

Ishigami cried as he watched his father turn into a monster, the screams were becoming too much for him, so he closed his eyes. Just as the screaming stopped and his father vanished

Now, the dragon was staring at Ishigami. He was alone with the most powerful being in the skies.

“Don’t you feel bad? That you just watched, while he suffered?” The King slithered around him. He hovered Ishigami up.

His throat was burning, and the Dragon King slowly stretched his neck. Ishigami wanted to scream, but nothing came out.

The Dragon King felt pity for him, but he did what had to be done. To teach them a lesson.

Tears fell from his eyes again, he felt a burning sensation in his throat. “I.. I’m.. Sorr…” He tried to get the words out, but the pain was unbearable. He closed his eyes.

A few seconds passed , and now Ishigami passed out. “How pitiful..” The Dragon King said, putting him through a portal to the living world.

Ishigami opened his eyes, to see that he was laying on the grass. The sun assaulted his sensitive eyes, and he hissed.

He looked at himself, and yelled. “I’m hideous…” He muttered. He touched the back of his neck, and felt a lot of excess skin. “So it wasn’t a nightmare…”

Now, he’s all alone.. As a monster.