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elllisaaa · 10 months ago

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LOST THE GAME - JAKE. S

SUMMARY : what was supposed to be the least interesting class of your semester turned out to be the most passionating one when you met jake sim and his tendency to tease. but two could play a game, right ?

-> pairing : college mate!jake x fem!reader

-> words count : 15k

-> genre : college au, smut

-> warnings : switch!jake x switch!reader, teasing, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praising, dry humping, marking, hair pulling, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, use of 'good girl', 'good boy' and 'slut', oral (f. and m. receiving), deep throating, cum play, manhandling, quick mention of choking, fingering, begging, riding, panties sniffing, jake is down bad for yn (yes, that's a warning), nipple play, jake is asking consent a lot and it's sexy.

+ the way i'm depicting jake does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : here we are, my not so little gift for you for valentine's day ! i hadn't planned something at first, but it turned out that i finished this not too long before so i decided to post it on this day. it's the first really long fic that i'm posting here, but i enjoy writing them so much ! shoot out to @xhdream that started it all by sending me a gif of jake during our christmas family gathering and messed with my mind 😭😔. this ended up being really self-indulgent but i hope you'll like it as much as i do !

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PLAYLIST

🎵 lost the game by two feet

🎶 meddle about by chase atlantic

🎵 i'll make you love me by kat leon

🎶 more by i.m

🎵 it's not easy for you by misamo

🎶 more than friends by isabel la rosa

Leaving all your friends and family for college was not easy. Your freshman year was really hard, having to manage your classes and doing a part time job to be able to afford your rant, and being in a brand new city you didn’t know anything about, nor had any friends to help and support you. You felt on the edge of giving up just before your finals, but that was when you met your best friend, Yeji. She really was a gift, always smiley and willing to cheer you up. Without her, you really didn’t know if you could have continued university, or got your life back together at all.

But now, here you were, currently in your third year at college, happy and confident about your future. And you really didn’t want to mess it up, so you remained serious, and worked hard to have the grades you got. Even if for some people, psychology was not a “real” major, it was for you, and it was what you wanted to do for your whole life. And you sometimes wondered how they could say that when you had to take science classes. At first, you were not so excited to follow them, thinking that it would be just another thing you would have to study just for the exams and never remember again, but someone made you change your mind.

Jake was not in the same major as you, that was why you didn’t see him before the start of this semester but he immediately caught your eyes. Well, it would have been hard not to notice him, or you would’ve been blind, because he was really good looking. He was the cliché of the hot college fuckboy, the one so many rumors were spread about, the one who had supposedly hooked up with half of the campus.

Despite that, you were not one to have prejudices against people you didn’t know, so you gave him a chance, mainly because he was attractive and exactly your type, and also because he seemed to be the only other student to be invested in this class. Surprisingly, he was always participating, sometimes before you even had the chance to do so, and he was doing his work everytime. And so on, he became even more your type because smart people were automatically the most fuckable in your eyes.

However, you tried to not let your interest in him show. It seemed like he already had an ego, you were not here to fuel it even more. So you stuck to staring at him during your shared classes, under the excuse that you were only closely listening to his answers to your professor's questions. That was until he suddenly decided to sit down by your side on one random Thursday.

“- Is that seat taken, or can I ?”

You lifted your head, even if you had grown familiar to the sound of his voice by now, seeing Jake, waiting for your approval with a grin on his face. Well, he was asking kindly and really, you could not refuse to have your crush sit with you. You simply nobbed, taking off your bag from the chair so he could sit down.

“- Thanks !

- No problem.”

Regardless of the confidence you were trying to keep on, you were feeling incredibly nervous. It was the first time you and Jake were this close. Sure, you had talked to each other before, picking up on something one of you had said in class to add other information or to correct each other. But that was it, nothing more. So to suddenly have him so close to you was very strange, but at the same time, you were giddy, like a high-schooler confessing her love to her first crush.

“- Did you understand the paper we had to read for today ?”

Jake's voice straddled you as you were lost in your thoughts, but you quickly composed yourself again, doing your best to hold his intense gaze.

“- Yeah. Or at least, I think so, but I struggled a little bit at first. Why did you want to know ?

- Well, you’re the only one except me that seems to give a damn about this class, and you’re smart, so I thought that maybe you could help me, because I didn’t understand anything !”

You chuckled at the defeated tone he used for his last words, perfectly getting his disappointment of not assimilating a new thing immediately, it was frustrating. But at the same time, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of Jake having noticed you. And he was saying you were smart on top of that ? What started as a not so good day was turning into a much better one.

“- Of course, no problem. We have some time left before Mr. Lee arrives, so maybe we could go over the paper and you stop me every time there’s something you didn’t get ?

- Works for me ! Thank you Y/N.”

The way he said your name had you fighting demons not to blush and try to concentrate on bacteria and immune system instead of his bright smile and beautiful face. But it was not easy to stay focused when he brought his chair closer to yours so he could have a better view of the drawings you were making to materialize what was explained in the paper. You could feel Jake’s warmth through your clothes and it was so hard to resist the urge to turn your head and just look at him. Thanks to some magical forces surely, you got to the end of it when your professor entered the classroom, greeting his students.

“- It’s so much easier when you explain everything to me, you’re very good at that, you know ?”

And he was at it again with the compliments, and you were trying to repress a stupid smile from eating up your face once again, whispering when you answered him in order not disturb Mr. Lee, who had already started today’s lesson.

“- I’m glad I could help.”

Jake's response came in the way of a smile before the two of you started to take notes of what your professor was saying, not having much time to discuss throughout the class. These lectures were always very intense but also very interesting, so you didn’t mind the fast rhythm with which you were approaching each subject. You thought about asking Jake his number at the end of the class, just in case he had another problem with something related to this class of course ! A few years back, you wouldn’t even have dared to consider something like that, but right now you were thinking “why not ?” If anything, he would say no and end of the story. So as you were packing up your things, you started to get your phone out when you were interrupted by Jake once again.

“- I have a class now, but if I could have your number it would be very helpful, because there’s still some things I can’t get a grasp of, if you don’t mind of course !”

You smiled back, taking his phone and typing your number in the new contact he had created before handing the device back to him.

“- Actually, I was going to give it to you anyway. You’re pretty smart too, and you’re funny so it’s not a waste of time.”

Jake chuckled as he put his phone in his back pocket after checking the time. He was going to be late to his next class, but who cared when he finally got to talk to the girl he had a crush on since the beginning of the year ? Certainly not him.

“- I’ll make it worth it, promise ! Huh, I really have to go but I’ll text you later pretty.”

With a wink, he was gone and left you behind with a beating heart and a stupidly big grin stretching out your lips.

From this day on, Jake sat next to you every time you shared your science classes. And even if the seat was empty last week because Yeji was sick that day, she happily let the guy take her place with a knowing look on her face, wiggling her eyebrows every time he walked in and greeted you. You acted annoyed every time, but really, it was funny how supportive she was - sometimes, you worried that she was more excited about the whole situation than yourself.

“- Is it Jakey again ?”

You rolled your eyes as you picked up your phone from the kitchen counter where Yeji and you had spread all your work sheets and textbooks to study. It was Sunday, and you often reserved it to work together and then relax with a movie, while doing each other's skincare and gossiping.

When you first came to the city for college, you had rented a small apartment with another girl you didn’t know. At the end of your freshman year, she left and since Yeji was searching for a new place to stay because her last roommate was insufferable, you had proposed to her that you live together. She really was the best friend you could ask for, and also the best roommate. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished she didn’t know you so well as she fake gaged when you laughed at the last text Jake had, indeed, sent to you. You wrote a quick answer before going back to your cognitive psychology assignment.

“- And what if it is him ? You’re jealous ?

- Of a man ? Never !”

Both of you laughed at her remark, not able to hold back yourselves after being focused for such a long time and having spent the whole afternoon studying.

“- No but seriously, what do you think of him ?”

You were not one to let other people direct the way you acted or lead you on to choices you wouldn’t have made by yourself but you valued Yeji’s opinion, and she always had something to say about your crushes. Sensing that the subject was no longer meaningless, your best friend put her pen down, thinking for some time about your question.

“- Well, you know all the rumors about him right ?”

You nodded. Of course you knew, especially since you started to talk with Jake two months ago, you paid a lot more attention to the conversations of other students about him. They were all saying that he was a typical frat boy, going to parties, not caring about going to school, and fooling around with every girl he found attractive. But you already knew that a part of that was not true. He was often sending you some parts of texts or lessons he didn’t understand for you to explain, he was really invested in what he was doing, and he had even told you that he was not here to skip classes.

“- And you also know that Lia is friends with his roommate Jay ?”

Again, you nobbed. You knew Lia too, because she was one of Yeji’s childhood friends. You were a little less close to her but she really was a very sweet girl, and you loved to spend time with her.

“- She told me that Jake was not how everyone is depicting him. Apparently, it’s only because he’s spending time with Heeseung and his frat, and because he hooked up with a random girl at a party during our freshman year. And from there, people created him a reputation, and he never really tried to deny it because, well, everyone would assume that based on his looks and who he’s hanging out with.

- I guess, yeah. I thought that too when I first met him. And that doesn’t surprise me, he cares too much about his studies to be a frat boy.”

Yeji laughed again, detaching her long, ginger, hair from the hair clip that was holding them in place.

“- I agree, he’s too smart too, and too sweet with you. He genuinely seems like a good guy, and not every guy out there gets your humor so…”

You threw a random highlighter in her direction, pretending to be vexed by her comment.

“- And I didn’t see you smile so much since that dick left you this summer, so I sadly have to validate him.”

Yeji let out a defeated sigh while shaking her head, making you smile again. It was true that you had a hard time because of your “ex”, if you could really label him like that. He was just a guy you met at a party just after your finals were over, and from there, you started to be in some kind of situationship, that was becoming serious for you, but not for him apparently since he left you over a single text and not even an apology. But you were fully over it now, and ready to welcome someone in your life - and bed - again.

“- I’m glad you’re thinking the same.”

She simply gave you a smile before stretching her arms over her head, repressing a yawn as she did so.

“- I’m thinking about wrapping up this study session and getting on to the movie.

- Oh my god, yes, thank you ! My brain stopped working one hour ago !”

You both started to tidy up the counter, putting your sheets back in your binder and your pens back in your case.

“- You order while I’m hopping in the shower ?

- No problem ! Pizza and sushi ?

- You know me so well !”

You giggled as Yeji disappeared in her room, closing the door behind her and letting you finish with your mess. When your phone received another notification, you picked it up again, not holding back your smile when you saw Jake’s contact name popping up this time.

jakey : wow ! working on a sunday ? you have a stronger will than me ! you : ahah only because i’m not doing it alone ! otherwise, i would lie in my bed all day, not doing anything lmao what are you doing ? jakey : [attachement : 1 image] just relaxing while watching a movie it’s pretty boring tho…

You were not expecting this photo to be a shirtless one of Jake, sprawled out on his bed, and looking at the camera with a pout on his face. You had to pick up your jaw from the floor and mentally stop yourself from drooling over his abs, and his chest, and his arms, and the gray sweatpants hanging low on his waist. Was that flirting ? It was, for sure. Why would he send you that if it wasn’t ? But how could you respond to that ? Sending a picture of the same type seemed a little too provocative, and you didn’t want to interpret the signs wrong. If he was doing this after only two months, what would he be willing to do in a few weeks ? You were curious to see how far he would go to seduce you.

jake : why are you not answering pretty ? too busy checking me out ? 😉 you : in your dreams. jake : oh yeah, don’t worry about that, my dreams are already filled with your cute face.

You didn’t dare ask him what he meant by that, busying your mind by ordering your dinner and trying to get the image of Jake’s chest out of your mind.

The whole task of not getting your hopes up revealed to be a lot more difficult than you thought it would be when the universe seemed to team up against you. Or at least, you saw it like that as your professor was listing the groups for the new project of the semester.

“- Y/N and Jake, I want you two together for this. Usually, I’d put you in a weaker group to help but I’m very curious to see what you can do when working hand in hand. And that’s all for today everyone, I’ll see you next week and don’t forget to tell me the angle your presentation will address.”

You couldn’t believe that Mr. Lee really did this. It was not that you were horrified by the idea of having to work with Jake, it was the contrary, really, but it also meant spending a lot of time together, because you wanted your presentation to be perfect. You would have to go to the library together, or go work at his dorm, or invite him to your apartment, and all that will certainly not help you to stop your little - or rather big - crush on him, and neither will it help you to stay focused.

“- You don’t seem so delighted by the news, pretty.”

His voice interrupted your thoughts, and you lifted your head to meet his pouty face, the one he always had on when he was trying to get your attention. It was cute. And his puppy eyes were too. And there, you were feeling all fuzzy inside once again.

“- Who would be delighted to know that we have a presentation that counts for half of the final note to do before the end of the month ?

- When you put it this way… But I was not really talking about that.”

You sighed as you stood up, checking the time because you had to join Lia and Yeji at your favourite café soon.

“- I know Jake. I have to go but I’ll text you later to let you know when I am free so we can start to work on that. Bye.”

Jake stood there, mouth slightly open as if he wanted to add something but couldn’t with how fast you left. All this made him wonder if he read the signs wrong or not. He didn’t imagine the way you were often staring at him. He didn’t miss the few times your eyes flicked down to his lips when he was talking to you. He didn’t imagine the way you were shivering every time he touched you, intentionally or not. He didn’t miss how you were always smiling when he was teasing you, even if you tried to look annoyed.

Or was it only pretending ? Jake didn’t know anymore. But you were not the type of girl to do that, right ? He watched you from afar since he saw you for the first time in this science class, noticing how kind you were with everyone, how funny you were, how pretty you looked, and he also noted how many boys tried to hit on you, and how many of them you sent away.

That was why he approached you as a friend. Because at least, even if he didn’t succeed in charming you, you could be friends. And it worked until now, you were getting closer and he even saw you blush one or two times when he made a flirty joke. So he didn’t understand why you were like that today. Maybe it was only a bad day for you, you seemed off and didn’t participate as much as usual. It should be that, yeah. That, or Jake was a total fool.

“- You know the rules Y/N ! You’re late, you pay !”

You sighed but got your wallet out. You were rarely late anyway, so it was not often that you had to pay for the three of you. Your two friends had already ordered your favourite drink and you made your way to the counter to pay before returning to your table and finally relaxing for the first time since you woke up.

“- You seem exhausted today.”

You nodded at Lia’s word, taking a sip of your caramel latte before answering her indirect question.

“- I am. I’ve been running all day ! I was late to my first class because my bus times changed and I didn’t know, so I had to wait for the next one and you know Mr Kim, he hates it when we are late and he literally humiliated me in front of the whole class. Then, I realized that I had forgotten the assignment that I had to hand back for one of my lectures, so I had to rush home to get it on my lunch time and couldn’t eat. And the cherry on top is that Mr Lee paired me up with Jake Sim for our next presentation.

- Wow ! That’s a lot, my dear !”

You nodded again, leaning against Yeji’s shoulder to seek some affection and comfort.

“- Well, all that sucks, but I don’t see how having to spend more time with your crush can be a bad thing ?

- It’s not ! That’s the worst part, I think that he thinks that I don’t want to work with him because I was so dry when I talked to him today, and he looked like a kicked puppy and now I feel guilty.”

Lia reached over to stroke your arm and try to make you feel a little bit better. She knew that you could spiral about the smallest thing you were saying or doing sometimes, overthinking every interaction you had with other people.

“- Just apologize next time, and that should be good. This is nothing that you can’t fix.

- Why are you always right ?”

The blonde shrugged before taking a sip of her own drink, while Yeji led the conversation to how her own day went. But you couldn’t stop thinking about how Jake’s smile fell when he sensed that you were not as enthusiastic as him to work together. You took your phone out, opting to send him a text now, even if you knew that he would not answer right away because he still had some other classes.

you : i am free this weekend and wednesday afternoon to work on the project. and sorry if i was too harsh earlier, i just had a really bad day, it was nothing against you.

You shut off your phone, not expecting a notification to light up the screen just seconds after your last message, trying to hold back a smile from stretching your lips.

jakey : this weekend seems good, but i’m going back to my parents so we’ll have to facetime 😉 don’t worry about that pretty, i figured it was not me you were mad at i’m here if you need to talk. you : i’m good now, but thank you, you’re sweet i’m staying here so call me when you have a moment. and stop texting while you’re in class, idiot !

As he answered you again just to tease you, the weight on your chest flew away. Jake really was a sweet guy, you just couldn’t believe that he was interested in you. He was popular around the campus, whether because of all the rumors about him - mostly false, but they were spreading fast - or because he was incredibly handsome, and a lot of girls were after him, numerous of whom were prettier than you. That was why you had so much trouble understanding why he chose to text you so much. It was not like you to doubt yourself like that, but for some reason, Jake was making you really nervous. Maybe because it was the first time in a while you were really interested in somebody, past just physical attraction, and you didn’t want to fuck it up.

You read Jake's last text again, the one in which he was telling you that he was going to call you in five minutes, just the time for him to gather all the things he needed to work, and you couldn’t stop biting your nails. There was no logical reason for you to be so stressed out about facetiming with him, especially since it was only to talk about a school project, but you were. You checked your appearance in the little mirror above your desk one more time, but didn’t really get the time to fix your hair, your phone ringing straddling you as you picked up the call immediately, setting up the device against your laptop so it would stay in place without you needing to hold it.

“- Hi pretty !

- Hi Jake, how you doing ?”

You tried to ease your mind by making small talk with him, but you were distracted every now and then by how veiny his hands were, or by how comfortable his thigh looked to sit on, pressing your own together to stop the warmth spreading in your lower half. It was really not the moment to think about that, even if it was not the first time nor would it be the last.

“- Did you have an idea of how we could talk about this in an original way ? Because I’m warning you, I don’t want this to be only a boring, classical presentation.”

Jake's deep voice as he chuckled sent your mind to other places you shouldn’t go while working on a science group project.

“- I should have known you’ll be like this. I’ll send you the research I’ve done so far and you tell me if you see something interesting.”

This was enough to get you to concentrate back on what you had to do, and as soon as you chose your angle, you started to work properly, sometimes making comments that made the other laugh. However, Jake was not able to focus on the article in front of him, too immersed in the contemplation of your figure to get anything done.

Why did you have to wear this fucking top ? The straps wouldn’t stop falling off from your shoulders, showing a little more skin of your cleavage everytime it did, before you’ll put them in place again. And he could see that you were not wearing a bra, your nipples poking through the material of your top, allowing him to think about how much he wanted to see you naked, how much he wished he could touch them, lick them, suck on them. Your hair were put up in a messy ponytail, and with your glasses on and the serious look on your face, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to fuck you from behind for some obscure reasons.

And well, it seemed like he got a little too entranced by his own thoughts because Jake could feel his cock twitch in his pants. Swearing under his breath, he turned around in his desk chair to grab a pillow from his bed and put it on his lap. He didn’t want you to notice that he was hard, the risk being that you would take him for a pervert, which he maybe was but he didn’t want you to think that of him. He was trying to be the perfect, sweet guy. He wanted to take you on proper dates, and offer you flowers before initiating anything sexual between the two of you, even if it was you he saw every time he was jerking off, even if he sometimes had to go to the bathroom after your shared classes because the vision of your thighs in a skirt was enough to make him pop a boner.

Sadly, the shuffling sounds he made while reaching for his pillow intrigued you enough for you to lift your head and look what Jake was doing, seeing him quickly put the cushion on his lap before going back to taking notes about the article. You weren’t thinking about something naughty for once, only up to tease him a little bit.

“- What’s with the pillow ? Are you hard or something ?”

Your smirk widened when you saw his ears grow red. It was the first time you were witnessing a blushing Jake, and well, the view was interesting and too funny to let it slide.

“- Don’t tell me you really are ?”

Jake didn’t dare to look at you anymore, his gaze lost in contemplating one of the posters on his walls, so much more interesting right ? How could he explain himself to you without saying anything disrespectful, because the thoughts he was having just before weren’t really ones a well-mannered and polite guy should have. All he wanted right now was to be swallowed by the floor and bury himself six feet under.

“- What were you thinking about ? Me ?”

At the way Jake lowered his head even more, you figured that it was, in fact, you that got him hard. And what was supposed to be a silly little joke turned into a whole lot more. The way your laugh died in your throat when you realized made Jake feel even more nervous that he had really made you uncomfortable and that you wouldn’t want to see his face ever again.

“- I-I am really sorry… Please, don’t think that I'm a creep Y/N ! It’s just… Fuck ! You’re just so hot with your glasses, and your top won’t stop showing your skin, and that’s so embarrassing but it turns me on how smart you are and you explain to me all these things like it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever come across.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard, and it was apparently showing as Jake spared you a glance and turned away immediately, groaning about how stupid he was, and that you could insult him as much as you wanted if it made you feel better.

“- Jake, just stop and look at me.”

It took some seconds for him to do so. It was a good thing you didn’t decide to end the call and your friendship with him already, he was not going to talk again and push his luck. When his eyes finally landed on you, he gulped loudly, trying to stop himself from getting turned on even more by the intense look you gave him.

“- Show me.

- W-What !?

- Show me what I do to you. And maybe I’ll show you what you’re doing to me.”

It was Jake's turn to not believe his ears. He must have looked so dumb, with his mouth hanging open and blinking repeatedly without saying anything because you chuckled cutely at him, pushing your chair back a little. And this time, when you let the straps of your top fall down, it was done on purpose, encouraging Jake to throw away that damn pillow and allow you to take in the appealing view of his boner. He was wearing these grey sweatpants again, and you couldn’t help licking your lips when you imagined how big his dick would be.

“- I wanna see more, this is not enough for me to forgive you.”

Even if his heart was about to burst out of his chest, a little smirk started to spread on his face. He wasn’t in a position to negotiate, but he liked the game you were leading him into. And your wish was his command. Without a word, Jake got rid of his shirt, throwing the piece of clothing away before looking back at you, happy to find you biting your lips while checking him out.

“- Like what you see ?

- Don’t be so cocky, you still have to make it up to me.

- And what do you want, pretty ?”

You pretended to think about it, using it as an excuse to drool over his abs a little longer. Because yeah, Jake was insanely hot, and even if you didn’t want him to see how affected you were, your drenched panties should be enough of a clue.

“- I want to see you jerk off for me. And I want you to tell me all the things you’ve been thinking about doing to me.”

Jake immediately stood up from his desk chair, throwing his sweatpants and boxer away while a quiet “fuck” fell from his lips, bringing a smirk to your face. This was getting way more interesting than science. When he sat down again, you only needed to tilt your head to the side for him to start stroking his cock slowly, releasing a sigh that had you pressing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure you felt building up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his hard dick, wondering about how good he would fill you up, how good he would feel inside of you.

“- So ? Aren’t you going to say anything ?”

The sound of his hand around his cock was starting to resonate in his room, spreading his pre-cum onto his shaft and going faster. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about you wanting to know his fantasies about yourself, sitting there so prettily but still fully clothed, while he was jerking off for your eyes only.

“- I-I thought a lot about… About fucking you, especially when you’re wearing these damn skirts.

- What about my skirts ? Don’t you like them ?”

If he wasn’t already blushing, he was definitely right now, not only because of his confession, but mostly because your pouty lips had him thinking about sliding his cock between them and he felt close to cumming already just because of this, just because you were playing with him and he loved it a little too much.

“- Fuck ! I do, I do, but they make me want to eat you out so bad, you have no idea how hard it is to sit next to you when you have them on.”

Jake closed his eyes for a few seconds, missing your proud smile as you watched his face scrunch up in pleasure. Since he did nothing but listen to you – and make you even more wet – you decided to reward him by removing your tank top, letting him finally see your breast.

“- You’re so hot Y/N… I wanna touch you…

- But you’ll just have to watch for now, okay ?”

For now ? Jake didn’t want to dig on what you meant, too entranced by the sight of your hands coming up to play with your nipples like he dreamt about doing, forcing another moan out of his mouth. How bad he wished he was the one massaging your boobs right now, how bad he wanted them in his mouth and your hands tugging on his hair.

“- I want to see more of you, pretty, please…”

Your eyes shifted from his dick to his face, your mouth watering at his fucked out look zeroing on your hands on your chest and fingers pinching your nipples. But hearing Jake beg for you was too pleasing, you needed more of his pleas, more of his airy moans. It was like a drug you were slowly becoming addicted to.

“- Beg some more, and I’ll think about it.

- Please Y/N, please, it’s not fair, I want to see your pussy, been dreaming about it, please.”

The fact that he didn’t even hesitate before doing it made your head spin with want, clouding your mind with lust as you got rid of your clothes too and sat down in front of the camera again.

“- Shit ! You’re so fucking hot pretty, making me want to fuck you so bad.

- I really wished you were here Jake, wished you could be the one touching me like that.”

As you were talking, you spread your legs for him, your feet sitting on your desk so he had a full view of your soaked pussy and your little fingers playing with your clit.

“- Is it enough for you ? Or do you want even more ?”

The way Jake’s tongue poked out of his mouth to lick his lips had you thinking back to him eating you out, and how good that would feel. A soft whimper escaped you when you slipped two fingers into your hole, too excited to wait for his answer. The way he was lazily stroking his cock was driving you insane, and you didn’t care if you looked desperate for him anymore, because you were and all you wanted was him right now.

“- Would feel so much better if it was your fingers…

- You don’t know how much I want that… You’re so wet, you’re dripping everywhere baby, fuck ! I want to lick your pretty cunt so bad….”

Another moan rolled off your tongue, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again because you didn’t want to miss the show Jake was putting on for you, his hand moving way faster now that he got to witness your naked body and the sinful vision you offered him. Your fingers couldn’t reach that spot you knew he could have, knew that his long hands would be perfect for you.

“- You want that pretty ? Want me to eat your pussy ?

- Oh god, yes ! Please Jake, I need it, I need you…”

The way you were saying his name, full of lust and desire, had him coming close to the edge already. He wished he was with you right now, wished he could hear you scream it again and again, wished you would beg him more and more.

“- I need you too, need you to sit on my cock and ride me.”

He was sitting in the perfect position for you to do just that, and the image wouldn’t leave your mind. You abandoned your nipple to play with your clit, your thighs shaking as you approached your climax.

“- I’m so close, feels so good…

- Me too… Cum for me Y/N.”

This was all you needed for your orgasm to wash over you, clenching so hard around your fingers you could barely move them anymore, circling your clit until it felt too much. Jake had to bite his lips and quickly remind himself that he was not home alone to hold himself back from releasing a litany of filthy moans as he spilled all over his abs, covering them in his release that you wanted to lick off from his body so badly.

During a moment, the only sound was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to get a hold of what just happened. As you were about to say something, a knock against your door interrupted your thoughts, eyes widening in surprise. You rushed to end the call with Jake, not even taking the time for a goodbye before dressing up quickly and trying to not look like you just had the best orgasm of your life as you opened the door of your bedroom.

“- Are you alright ? I thought I heard you scream…”

You smiled innocently at your Yeji, hoping that she would not interrogate you further because your legs were still weak and trembling and your face was obviously flushed.

“- Oh, yeah, I just hit my toes against the bed, that’s why.”

Luckily, she seemed to accept your excuse and you plopped down on your bed after closing the door behind you. What the fuck just happened ? Did you really have sex over a facetime with Jake ? It was usually something you dreamt about but that never occurred in real life. But with the way he was blowing up your phone, there was no way this was not true.

If you thought that this would ease the tension between the two of you, you were definitely wrong. Because when you saw each other for the first time after this one call, you felt ten times more attracted to him than before, almost getting wet just seeing him smirk at you as you entered the classroom. Sure, you had texted each other during the week, but neither one of you dared to address the subject directly, too embarrassed and afraid that it would ruin everything.

But you couldn’t lie : you wore the shortest skirt you owned today on purpose, only because you wanted a reaction out of him. And a reaction you got. As soon as Jake took in your entire outfit, his gaze darkened, mouth opening just enough for his tongue to dart out and lick his lips as if he wanted to devour you. If you weren’t wet already, now, your panties were definitely soaked with the way he was eying you up and down.

“- Hi Jake ! How was your weekend ? Must have been great to see your parents.”

He didn’t expect you to strike up such a casual conversation with him, but his mind was already far away, staring at the way your skirt rode up your thighs when you sat down, revealing even more of your skin. Jake had to turn his gaze away from you for a few moments to focus back on how to form sentences and answer you.

“- It was cool, yeah. And how was yours ? Did you have fun ?

- Actually, it was very fun. Something interesting happened.”

The grin stretching out your lips didn’t go unnoticed, Jake’s eyes zeroing on them and wishing he could kiss you right now, wishing he could have you grinding down on his lap and making out with him. He was snapped out of his daydreaming when Mr.Lee entered the classroom loudly, as usual.

“- Hello everyone ! Today you’re gonna work on your projects, and I’ll come see where all of you are so I can help you if you need it.”

Working together turned out to be way more complicated than you thought it would. Jake wouldn’t stop subtly caressing your arms or your hands, coming way more closer to you than necessary when you had something to show him, his thigh pressed against yours underneath the table. But two could play a game, right ? Too bad you dropped your pen on the floor and had to get up to pick it up. Too bad your skirt was so short that when you bent over, Jake could catch a glimpse of your panties. Too bad the hand you landed on his thigh to get his attention was so close to his crotch.

By the end of the class, you were just dying to come back home and relieve the unbearable heat you were feeling, almost squirming in your chair. If he had you wrecked with only that, you didn’t dare to think of how good he would actually be able to ruin you. But what was infuriating was how he didn’t even seem to be affected by the whole situation, despite his leg bouncing up and down, and his lips swollen from biting them. Still, you wanted to get back at him. After all, it was his fault if your call took another turn, and it was his fault your panties were ruined right now.

With how fast you escaped the classroom, Jake didn’t expect you to ask him to meet up, especially in an area he knew was unknown by most students. His body was tingling in anticipation, wondering what you were going to do next. Maybe he loved this little game too much, and maybe it was risky because he almost popped a boner in class, but it was worth it if it was for you.

“- What do you want pretty ?

- Give me your hand.”

You could see that he was confused, but he did what you asked nevertheless, so you could place something in his palm, closing his fingers around what seemed to be a piece of fabric, which was a little damp.

“- You feel how wet you made me ? This is what you do to me Jake. Now, enjoy your next classes.”

He watched you go away, definitely hard this time when he realized you really gave him your panties, and that the material was, in fact, soaked in your juices. Behind you, you heard him swear loudly and rush to his class to not be late, a smirk spreading on your lips. It was his turn to suffer a little.

Jake didn’t even take the time to greet his roommate when he came home, tracing a beeline to his room and locking the door before he dropped his bag on the floor. He got out your panties that were stuffed in his pocket, the fabric still a little wet. You were the reason he didn’t pay attention to his last class of the day, not able to understand a single thing his professor was saying. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to jerk off with them, couldn’t stop thinking of you going home with nothing underneath your skirt.

That was enough to make him hard all over again. Quickly, Jake got rid of his jeans and underwear, laying down on his bed with a hand already wrapped around his painfully hard dick. Without an ounce of shame, he lifted your panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and immediately moaning. He was already addicted to this, to you, to the way you were playing with him.

Jake could already feel his tip leaking pre-cum, and he knew that he was not going to last long, especially after you had edged him all day. It was as if he could still feel your hand on his thigh, too close to his crotch for his sanity. And every time you touched his arm to have his attention, it was like your fingers were leaving a trail of fire behind them, a shiver running down his spine every time your warmth left him.

The smell of your juices was driving him insane, sticking his tongue out to lick it off the material. He sped up his movements unconsciously, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, incapable of holding back his moans anymore. He didn’t care if Jay could hear him or not, he didn’t care if what he was doing was disgusting, if he was a creep for loving it all. You already tasted like heaven like this, and he knew that as soon as you’d let him go down on you for real, he would never want to pull out from your pussy ever again.

Once he could taste nothing but his own saliva that had completely drenched your panties, he wrapped it around his cock, the friction feeling so much better than his own hands, but not coming close to what yours would feel, he knew it. His mind couldn’t stop drifting away to a sick scenario in which you were watching him do all that, in which you were telling him how disgusting he was, in which he was begging for you to touch him. The thought was enough to push him over the edge, moaning your name loudly as he came all over this stomach and your panties.

“- Fuck…”

Without a second thought, he reached for his pants on the floor, getting his phone out to take a picture of the mess he had made. The material was still wrapped around his cock, making sure you had a great view of his abs covered in his cum and his tip still leaking. As soon as he hit “send”, Jake plopped down on the sheets again, closing his eyes for a while. He knew he had to get up, take a shower and do his homework, but the only thing plaguing his mind was you. Only you.

Of course, the teasing didn’t stop there, neither of you being able to stop. You had sexted each other during classes, not paying any attention to the actual lesson, too busy telling the other the dirtiest things. It felt even better when Jake did it during your science class, blowing up your phone with messages filled with praises of how gorgeous you looked today, of how your outfit was suiting you perfectly, of how much he wished he could fuck you on your desk right now, of how much he just wanted to get out of here and show you how good he could make you feel.

You had not given up on your skirts and dresses, which were getting shorter and tighter as time went on. And Jake had not given up on putting his hand on your thigh, which was getting closer and closer to your core everytime you were sitting side by side. The flirting comments he whispered in your ears got more and more unhinged, and the pictures you sent to him got more and more revealing. Jake had started to save them in a locked file, but always making sure to send something back so it was fair - and not at all because he loved the idea of you drooling over his body, or touching yourself while looking at his nudes.

And even if Jake loved the game, he couldn’t wait for the moment he would finally have you. Because he was so close to breaking down the act when you sent him an audio message of you moaning his name, going on and on about how much you wished he was with you right now, about how much you needed him. It was late at night, and Jake was ready to go to sleep, but he was quick to slip his hand in his underwear, jerking off to the sound of your whines and begs that he listened to on repeat from this moment on. And he was seeing so clearly the sinful image of you fingering yourself that hadn’t left his mind since this video call, the same image that was imprinted in his memories.

He was almost ready to go out at 1am and come to your apartment, but he was too tired and mostly, he wanted to win, even if it was pointless because he knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So he settled on sending you a video just when he was coming, while telling you how bad he wished you could be riding him right now, how bad he wished he could fill you up with his cum. And you replied with a close up of your wet pussy that ended up in his locked file.

It was also very fun to talk casually in front of everyone else, as if Jake wasn’t fucking you with his eyes, as if you hadn’t sent him another filthy text last night where you were calling him your good boy. The sexual tension between you and Jake was so high that neither Yeji or Jay could even bear to look your way without being disgusted - their words, not yours. And the way you were both always smiling, giggling and blushing everytime the other sent you something had your two friends desesperate for you to finally fuck each other and stop flirting in front of them - again, their exact words. You knew Yeji was happy for you and just liked to tease, but you were just as eager as her to get laid.

But you will not be the one to give up. You wanted Jake to surrender before you did. Why ? Just because it was much more fun that way. Hence why you were standing so close to Jungwon. And Jake was clearly not having it, watching the two of you from his seat in the classroom, jaw clenched and gaze burning a hole in your friend’s back. The way you were touching his arm and laughing at his jokes shouldn’t have made him jealous. After all, you were not his, you were not his girlfriend, and he didn’t even kiss you yet. But still, it didn’t stop him from wanting to swat Jungwon away from you when he hugged you.

Your innocent smile as you sat next to him and asked him how his day went so far did not help. He could see right through you, could see that you did that on purpose. And this time, it worked. Jake didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want this to stop, but he had to do it or he would go insane. While you were cautiously taking notes, he took his phone out, accustomed to texting you during class by now. During a little break, you looked at your phone and grinned seeing a new message from Jake, asking you to join him in the same corridor you gave him your panties a few weeks before. You had to bite your lips to not let a big smile invade your whole face, because you knew very well what it meant, your body tingling with excitement.

At this point, Jake had no self control anymore. All he wanted was you. All he needed was you. And he was not going to survive if he didn’t actually have you in the next few minutes. However, a small part of him was anxious, overwhelming him with the doubt that maybe, just maybe, you really only wanted the game, and not him. He should have heard your footsteps resonating in the empty hallway, but he was into his thoughts and only did acknowledge your presence when you came into his view, not letting him utter a word before you grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him. His brain stopped working, wide eyed and not moving until you let him go.

“- Are you okay ?”

Jake shook his head at you, before reaching to grab your waist, pushing you against the nearest wall, lips only inches away from yours.

“- No… You’ve been driving me crazy since the first day Y/N, I want you.

- Then take me.”

That was all he needed to lean in and kiss you again, harder, messier as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned against his lips, tugging him closer to you by his jacket and he took the hint, pushing his body impossibly close to yours. The way he was kissing you, as if he had an insatiable hunger for you, had you wet in seconds, and you could feel his boner pressing against your thigh, an obvious proof that you were just as desperate for this to happen.

Neither one of you was thinking about the fact that you were in a hallway, and that anyone could walk in on you, heavily making out. It didn’t matter to Jake, too lost in the taste of your lips and tongue against his to care about anything else. He finally had you all for himself, finally had you where he wanted, finally had a taste of you. And he already knew that he was going to get addicted, that he wouldn’t want anyone after you because it was like you were made for him. Eventually, you needed to breathe and had to detach yourself from his lips, Jake chasing yours and letting a quiet whine escape him when you started to grind your hips against his.

“- Fuck… Do you feel how bad I need you pretty ?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself with making sentences, not when he was holding your gaze and all you could see in his eyes was lust and desire. This look alone made you want to drop on your knees for him right now, and the way he started to pepper your neck with his kisses didn’t help either, taking a hold of his hair and moving faster against him.

“- I need you too Jake… Need you to use me…

- Don’t say that if you don’t want to get fucked for everyone to see.”

His voice had dropped lower, his hot breath fanning against the skin of your neck where you knew for sure he had already left some hickeys. And he didn’t feel guilty at all. He wanted everyone to know you were his, even if you technically weren’t. Jake knew that if he didn’t leave now, he would never have the strength to do so.

“- I have to go pretty…

- I know…”

You knew but you kissed him again anyway, hoping that the taste of his lips against yours would linger for as long as possible. When Jake finally had the courage to stop you, he was already ten minutes late for his next class and cock hard as a rock in his pants, but who cared if he got to have you all needy and desperate for him - as if he wasn’t just as needy and desperate for you.

“- Come over at mine tonight, okay ? I’ll kick Jay out, and I’ll be all yours pretty.

- Okay, text me later ?

- I will.”

Jake pressed one last kiss on your forehead before he started to run for his class, praying that it would be enough for him to calm down and stop thinking about all the things he was going to do to you.

Jake was probably more nervous right now than he had ever been in his entire life, and he had had many situations to be anxious about. However, the fact that you were going to come over in less than five minutes made his palms sweat and his heart beat faster. He didn’t really know why he was feeling so panicked, because you obviously showed him on numerous occasions how much you were yearning for him too, there was no way you would stand him. But if he did something wrong ? If it was not what you had expected and you decided that you didn’t want to see him again after that ?

This last idea in particular was running in his head. Because he didn’t want to have you just for one night, he didn’t want to fuck you and then let you walk away as if he wasn’t crazy over you, as if you didn’t make him feel shy everytime you smiled at him. But the more he was thinking about it, the more his heart ached at the scenario. So he stuck to trying to distract himself on his phone until you arrived.

He didn’t really do anything in particular, didn’t litter the whole place with rose petals and candles, but everything was cleaned perfectly and he even cooked so you had something to eat if you happened to be hungry. It was strange to be suddenly so anxious about meeting up with you. Because he was not nervous when he texted you all his fantasies about you, he was not nervous when he sent you pics and videos of his dick, he was not even nervous when he made out with you in this corridor later. But now, he could feel his hands shaking as he tried his best to open the door for you without looking like a complete idiot. But how was he supposed to stay calm and collected when you were standing at his door, wearing a little black dress that took his breath away.

“- Are you going to let me in or not ?”

Jake finally snapped out of his haze hearing your teasing tone, and he had to mentally restrain himself from letting his eyes wander all around your silhouette. And immediately, he forgot all about being anxious, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it quickly. Your whole body felt on fire from his hands on your waist alone.

“- I’ve waited so long for this, pretty, wanted you since the first day.”

Your own hands came to play with his hair, bringing his face closer to yours, grinning as he tried to focus on your eyes and lips at the same time.

“- Yeah ? Wanna show me how much ?

- I’m going to make you feel so good, make you scream my name for all the neighbors to hear.”

You licked your lips, your gaze locking with each other. Slowly, Jake’s face got closer to yours, one of his hands leaving your waist to rest on your cheek, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. He wanted all this to be perfect, wanted to take his time with you, wanted to hold you close to him and satisfy every one of your needs. But as soon as he got another taste of you, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more, all the teasing from these past months reaching its climax as he devoured you, his tongue passionately dancing with yours.

You couldn’t hide anymore the effect he had on you, the slightest brush of his thigh against yours having you sighing in his mouth. But you needed more, needed to feel more of him, more of his skin against yours. That was why you let your hands drop from his neck to the hem of his shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material, finally able to touch the beautiful abs you could only see in pictures and videos.

Jake’s eyes landed on the hickeys he left earlier, smirking at the fact that your dress didn’t hide them at all. And he made it his mission to cover the other side of your neck as well, his kisses trailing from the corner of your mouth, along your jawline and finally landing on the sensitive skin that he immediately started licking and nipping at. He was used to hearing your little whimpers of pleasure, but it was even more addicting to hear them when he was the one provoking them, even better when he could feel your hands tugging on his hair, even better when he could grip your ass at the same time.

“- Jake… I need you…

- Mh ? But you have me pretty…”

You could feel his grin against the skin of your neck as he kept sucking on it, his hand slipping underneath your dress to feel your bare skin. He could be as cocky as he wanted, in the end he was getting even more hard just by kneading at the plush flesh of your thighs. And you knew that, and you wouldn’t let his arrogance be. One of your hands came up to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes while the other slid down to his crotch, squeezing his hard on enough for Jake to let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure.

“- Don’t get so confident baby, you know how good I am at edging you and you don’t want that now, do you ?

- No…”

His voice was barely above a whisper, lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes wide open. You were sometimes getting more assertive in your texts, but to really experience it was different. He loved when you were begging him, but if you wanted him to play in your fantasy and dominate him, you could bet that he would be the best sub ever.

“- Good boy. Take me to your room.”

That was all Jake needed to carry you through his apartment, managing to get to his bed while kissing you again, and again, and again. He laid you down on his sheets, unaware of how hot you thought he was for being able to do that so effortlessly. You wanted to get on top of him and worship him all night. But for now, you simply watched him discarding his shirt and sweatpants on the floor, biting your lips at the sight.

“- Come here.”

And he did it, caging you in with his arms before going back to kissing you while you let your hands roam around his body, touching up every inch of skin you could reach - his back, his arms, his abs, everything. You needed to have his skin against yours, to really feel him. His own fingers were sliding underneath your dress, caressing your thighs, your ass, your lower back. But all these clothes were getting annoying, he wanted to see you, have your whole body in display for his gaze only. He needed to see in person what you had shown him so many times in pictures and videos.

“- Can I take these off ?”

You simply nodded, a sigh of relief coming out of your mouth when Jake helped you get rid of everything you were wearing, starting from your jacket that you didn’t even have the time to discard because he immediately jumped on you. Then, he threw away your little boots and your socks, and finally your dress, revealing the black, laced lingerie set you had on. Another smirk played on your lips when you saw shock as well as lust play in his eyes.

“- You like it ?”

His hands were almost shaking as he put them back on your body, grazing the skin with his fingers slowly. If he liked it ? He could feel his cock twitching at the view alone. You were like a sinful goddess, and you were here for him only, sprawled out on his bed, waiting for him to make you feel good.

“- Fuck, yes, you’re so hot pretty… Can I touch you ?”

You smiled at him, finding his carefulness even more attractive. As an answer, you took his hands in your own, guiding them to your breast, letting him massage it over your bra as he looked at you like you casted a spell on him. And truth be told, you might have done just that because he soon found himself unable to keep his hands for himself. In the span of a few seconds, Jake had pushed your boobs out of the coffin of your bra, his lips coming down to play with one of your nipples while his fingers were giving attention to the other.

Your hands quickly came back down to grab his hair, whines leaving your mouth every time his own closed around your nipple. Your mind was already clouded with pleasure and desire, having waited for too long for exactly that to happen, and you didn’t have any patience left : you wanted his cock, and you wanted it now. In one swift movement - and because Jake didn’t expect you to do that - you managed to get him on his back where you were laying seconds before, straddling his lap. Immediately, he found your waist again, his big hands tugging you closer to his cock, where he needed you.

“- If you wanted to be on top, you could’ve just said that, princess.”

You wanted to kiss that stupid, proud grin out of his face, but instead you decided to strip him from his underwear, finally getting to see his cock for real. And it was even more pretty, even more bigger, even more perfect for you.

“- I just need your cock, I don’t care how, I just need it.”

How eager you were to touch him too had Jake groaning and releasing a moan as soon as you started to stroke his cock. He loved the fact that you simply took what you wanted from him, and he was ready to let you use him in any way you wished if that made you happy. However, all the times he imagined how your hand would feel around his dick couldn’t compare to how it really was, to how good it really was.

“- Do whatever you want to me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice to lower your head and be at the same level as his cock, sticking out your tongue immediately and coming to lick his flushed tip. The sight was unholy, tempting him to push the rest of his shaft in between your lips right now. Jake couldn’t even recall all the times he closed his eyes and thought about your mouth closing around his dick instead of his hands. And now you were really there, spitting on it and spreading your saliva before taking him in your mouth.

He couldn’t help but throw his head back, his hands coming down to take a hold of your hair, following the movement of your head. The feeling of having you suck his dick couldn’t compare to anything he had fantasized about before. And if you weren’t so busy trying to fit his big cock in your throat, you would have teased him because he looked so fucked out already and you hadn’t done anything yet. Little by little, you managed to fit all of him down your throat, and the moan he let out at you hollowing your cheeks, making you even more wet if possible.

“- Fuck ! Your mouth feels so warm, so good…”

Even when you started to bob your head up and down, he didn’t look down at your face, but you wanted his full attention, wanted to see him lose all his composure. Your hands were resting against his thighs, and you started to graze his skin with your nails, effectively getting him to open his eyes and focus on you again. Another moan left his lips just from seeing you like this.

“- Please, don’t stop…”

And you didn’t, feeling his grip on your hair tightening as you took him all the way down once more. If Jake wasn’t trying to not lose his mind over how well you were taking him, he would have loved to wipe the smug expression out of your face. But for now, all he could do was moan and whine and look at you through hooded eyes, loving how much of a mess you were, with a mix of saliva and pre-cum dribbling from the corner of your lips. He couldn’t resist anymore the urge to thrust his cock up in your mouth, closing his eyes again at the feeling of your tight throat around him.

“- Wanna cum in your mouth so bad pretty, can I ? Please, please, let me…”

You hummed in agreement, far too fucked out yourself to do anything else than taking what he was giving to you. At this point, he was simply using you for his own pleasure but you just let him because you loved it, loved how he claimed you by ruining your throat.

“- Shit Y/N ! Gonna fill you up, yeah ?”

A moan escaped you, the vibration sending Jake over the edge, his hips halting their movement, buried deep inside of your warm mouth and spilling his load right there, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it all. Jake felt on cloud nine, and he knew that he would not need anyone else for the rest of his life because you were definitely made for him, perfect for him. You got one second to breathe when Jake pulled on your hair, taking you away from his cock and bringing you up to his lips, kissing you deeply and tasting himself on your tongue, loving the nasty mix of both your saliva and his cum. When he finally let you go, you couldn’t help but zeroing again on his red, swollen lips that he was biting while looking intently at you.

“- You did so well for me, pretty, such a good girl.”

His forehead was pressed against yours, cupping your face, thumbs whipping away the tears who had rolled down your cheeks. You felt even more turned on by how thoughtful he was, by his praises, by his sweet gestures despite being so rough with you.

“- Need you Jake…

- Want me to return the favor ?

- Yes, please…”

You felt so desperate for any kind of touch, your body tingling with anticipation as Jake switched position and laid you down on the bed again. He’ll get you to sit on his face another time, when his mind will be clear enough, when he’ll have the patience and self control to make you cum at least two times. He quickly got rid of your bra, even if you looked heavenly in them. But the sight of your naked body was even more appealing. Soon, his hands were all over you again, roaming around your skin and making you shiver. His lips found purchase on your neck again, littering it with more of his kisses and marks.

“- Don’t tease, please, I want you so bad…”

A single swear escaped Jake’s lips as he helped you out of your panties, bringing them to his nose and making a show out of sniffing them and groaning at the intoxicating scent, allowing you to picture how he looked when he had jerked off with your ruined underwear. Then, he threw them away somewhere in his room, not caring where it landed and grabbing you by your thighs to bring you close to his face, holding them wide open for him. The view of your bare and wet pussy had him getting hard all over again.

“- Such a pretty cunt baby, bet you taste just as sweet.”

His praises had you shying away from his dark gaze, but you were not able to hold back your little whimpers. Jake chuckled lightly before diving straight into your wet folds, having had enough of teasing you when he was just as desperate to taste you as you were to feel him. The second he licked up your wetness, it was over for him. He could be as cocky as he wanted but not when he felt his cock throbbing only at the taste of your pussy, not when you were invading all his senses as he buried his face between your plush thighs, sucking harshly on your clit.

Every moan that came out of your lips only spurred him on to continue, to go harder. When he felt you squirming around, he made sure to grip your thighs and keep them in place for him to have better access to your cunt. The way his skillful tongue was taking turns between playing with your clit, licking up your folds and going inside had you losing your mind already, both hands coming down to tug on his hair as if you wanted to keep him there forever.

“- Fuck ! Jake…”

He opened his eyes again at hearing your cries of his name, diving in your lustful gaze. Your parted lips allowed you to whine out everytime his mouth was on you, your cheeks were dusted pink because of the unbearable heat of your body and your hair was a tangled mess, thanks to Jake’s hands earlier. But to him, you never looked better, an heavenly sight for only him to witness.

“- Feels good pretty ?”

You nodded along, a quiet whimper echoing through the room at the loss of contact with his wet muscle.

“- Yes ! Yes, so good…”

Jake knew that, but to hear you say it had a smirk playing on his lips, and you couldn’t even be mad about it because he was looking insanely hot doing it. You could feel the pad of his fingers creeping up the skin between your knees and hips, so slowly it made shivers come alive on your whole body. And when he was almost touching your wet folds, he started all over again with your other leg, this time going as far as debuting at your ankle, and coming up even more lazily.

“- Please…

- Please what, pretty ?

- You know what I’m talking about !”

Your pouting face was too cute for Jake to not want to tease you more. He loved it when you made him go crazy, loved when you were getting him hard in the most inappropriate situations because you sent him a picture of your boobs. But it was also enjoyable to have you in the palm of his hand, dying for him to touch you. He rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, so close to where you needed him and yet so far away.

“- Hum, I don’t think so baby, you need to use your words if you want something.”

The grin on his face got even wider when he witnessed the way your hole clenched around nothing at his demanding tone, at his deep, low voice. He suspected that you had a thing for it since you were always biting your lips when he facetimed you early in the morning or late at night with his hoarse voice.

“- Come on, don’t get shy on me now, you told me a lot more worse before.”

You did. You definitely did with all the filthy texts you exchanged, and all the photos, videos and audios you sent, and your panties which were still sitting in one of his drawers like the ultimate proof of how naughty you were.

“- Want your fingers…

- Here we go. That wasn't so difficult, princess, was it ?”

You shook your head no as Jake dived back into your cunt, his lips finding their spot back on your clit, while his hand finally reached your wet folds. His touch was as light as a feather, but still enough to tear a noise out of you, still enough to make you crave more. All it took was a slight tug on the strands of hair you were still gripping and suddenly, you could feel one of his fingers entering you slowly, so as to not hurt you.

“- Good ?”

You nodded energetically, releasing a sigh of relief to have something filling your empty pussy, and you didn’t even need to tell Jake for him to understand that you wanted more, inserting another finger while still playing with your clit with his tongue. And when he started to pump his fingers in and out, you knew that you wouldn’t last long, especially not when he seemed to have figured out exactly how to make you lose your mind. You couldn't stop the noises from coming out of your mouth anymore, pushing Jake's head even closer to your core if that was even possible, grinding on his face as pleasure coursed through your veins and the knot in your stomach snapped.

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs, and you almost didn't feel his gentle kisses on your inner thighs to help you come down off your high. What you did feel though was him pulling out his fingers and bringing them to your lips. He smiled sweetly at your obedience, watching you through his lashes as you opened your mouth and let him bury them inside, even moaning around his fingers just like you did around his dick.

“- So good for me, fuck, you're so pretty…”

He wanted to lick off your lips the string of saliva connecting them to his fingers, wanted to make out with you and your pussy for the rest of his life. Silence came back in his room, only broken by your heavy breathings, looking into each other's eyes as if you could read your minds.

“- You’re gonna fuck me or not ?”

Your teasing smirk and the challenging tone of your voice brought a grin on his face, which widened at the strangled moan you let out when he grabbed your hips and forced you to turn around, getting you on your knees, ass up and pushing your head down his pillow. He was doing with his hands everything he did with his words : ordering you around, telling you how to place the camera so he had the best view of your dripping cunt, not letting you cum before he did. Without letting you have any more time to think, Jake was pushing the tip of his cock between your folds, sliding right in with how wet you were. You couldn’t see him from your position, but you could hear his deep groan as you clenched around him.

“- All you need is a little bit of dick to shut your big mouth uh ?”

You wanted to protest, to say no, to answer something that would have made him shut up, but all that came out of your lips was a cry of his name as he thrusted all the way in. If he wasn’t holding your hips up, you would’ve collapsed, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure in your body at feeling so full suddenly.

“- Yeah, that’s it, just a slut who needs to be fucked.”

As much as Jake wanted to sound composed, his voice was shaking, and the moan that left him just after was really far from composed. The feeling of your tight, warm, velvety walls had him wondering why he waited so long before fucking you because it had to be what heaven felt like. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, only to thrust back inside roughly, the sound of your whimpers mingling with his deep groans.

“- Fuck ! You’re perfect for my cock, pretty little pussy.”

At this point, you could only whine in his pillow, mumbling on and on about how good he felt, about how you had wanted this for so long. And Jake wanted to be cocky about it, wanted to tease you for being so desperate for his cock, but he wasn’t doing any better, barely resisting the urge of painting your walls white on the spot. You had told him so many times over text and even during your calls how much you wanted him to fuck you raw, how much you needed him to fill you up to the brim, it was the only thing he could think about right now.

“- You want me to fill you up with my cum ? Is that what you want ?”

You moaned in response, your brain too mushy to think about anything else than the way the tip of his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over. But that didn’t seem to satisfy him as he pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Another noise fell out of your lips at his rough actions and you could feel the smirk on his lips when they brushed against your ear while he was talking.

“- Words pretty.

- Yes, fuck ! I want your cum Jake, want it all, please !”

- Such a good little slut, shit !”

You felt your eyes watering again with the increasing speed of Jake’s thrusts, the rush of pleasure through your body too good to resist anymore. Your orgasm washed over you before you could even register it, leaving you a moaning and incoherent mess in his hold. The feeling of your cunt getting even more tight was enough for Jake to cum too, spilling his load inside of you with a throaty groan.

You were tired, but still, the tingling sensation in your core was there. You wanted more of his cock, more of his moans, more of his hands on you, more of him. A quiet whine fell from your lips when Jake started kissing your back up and down, his hands caressing your hips to soothe the skin he had marked. And you knew all of this was supposed to be sweet and caring, but all it did was turn you on even more, your cunt squeezing his cock that was still buried inside. You felt some of his cum spilling out and sliding down your thighs, followed closely by a swear from Jake.

“- You’re getting me hard again pretty…”

You turned your head to look at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy, lips swollen and red from his kisses, and hair a mess because of his hands. And Jake could swear it was the most divine you’ve ever looked - when he had just ruined you.

“- Let me ride you then.

- Fuck, yes.”

You chuckled at his eagerness when he pulled out from your leaking cunt, trying not to drool at the sight as he plopped down on his bed, grabbing your thighs and bringing you on his lap. But you couldn’t really make fun of him when you had dreamt about this for just as long. You traced along the marks that already started to blossom on his skin, grinning proudly at your work and loving how sensitive Jake was, taking a deep breath as you took his cock in your hand, brushing the tip against your entrance.

“- Y/N… Please…”

The way the word came so easily to him paired with his whine of your name convinced you to not make him wait any longer and to sink on his dick instead, both of you moaning at the feeling. It felt so much deeper this way, and you knew only from the photos that he was big, but you were only acknowledging just how much now.

“- Feels so good Jake, love your big cock…”

He desperately wanted to answer something, wanted to tell you how delicious you were, but you took his breath away when you started rocking your hips back and forth. And suddenly, the only thing he was able to think about was you. His hands were on your waist, but he didn’t have enough consciousness left to even help you bounce up and down, simply staring at you, mesmerized.

A flood of dirty words was coming out of your mouth, praising him and his dick, telling him how good he felt, how handsome he was. And Jake loved the attention, loved to feel your hands dangerously close to his neck, close enough for him to want your fingers wrapped around his throat, close enough for you to purposely restrict his breathing a little without really choking him. Only the squelching of your mixed juices and the ones of your cries of pleasure could be heard in the room, both of you too fucked out to care about anything else than your release.

“- Can I cum inside again, pretty, please ? Please, let me…

- Yes, want it so bad !”

Jake closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts. He was only able to do it a few times before his cock twitched, cumming deep inside. He kept you down on his lap until he felt on the verge of passing out. The erotic moans and whimpers he let out triggered your own climax, and everything was even more intense because of the slight overstimulation. You grinned your hips against him a few more times before your arms and legs gave out and you collapsed on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around your sweaty body.

You closed your eyes for a moment, and you were almost ready to fall asleep when Jake moved you off of him and stood up. You whined and grabbed him by his wrist, trying to pull him back to the bed with you.

“- I’m just going to take something to clean us up pretty, I’ll be quick, promise.”

Jake smiled fondly at your pouty lips before kissing them and running to the bathroom to find a towel. He rapidly cleaned your skin, delicately whipping it down and handed you one of his shirts to cover up when he saw you shiver. He discarded the towel on the floor, not having the energy to do anything else than going to sleep with you in his arms right now. He slipped under the covers after having put on some shorts.

You directly snuggled up to him, hiding your face in his neck and breathing his scent in. And Jake couldn’t help the big smile stretching out his lips when he tightened his hold around your waist and distinctly heard you hum against his skin.

“- Y/N ?”

You lifted your head when he broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you, taking in his soft smile, his shiny eyes and his disheveled hairs. Maybe he had looked more put together before, but to you, he was the most beautiful like this.

“- Will you be my girlfriend ?”

And you couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile and shake your head. Sometimes, he was very silly. Sometimes, he could be considered childish. But he was able to bring back sunshine when your days were filled with gray clouds, and he could make you laugh anytime you felt down. Your hands came up to cup his face, delicately brushing your thumbs against his cheekbones.

“- You know, you’re very charming Jake Sim, it’s hard to resist you.”

This time, it was him who hid in your neck, holding you even tighter if it was possible. And you giggled heartedly, a sound that Jake would never get sick of hearing. And maybe he had lost your game, but he had won something even more precious.

BONUS :

You picked up your phone when getting out of the store, holding a little plastic bag with everything you needed to cook a delicious breakfast for you and Jake. Speaking of whom, you had a bunch of messages from him, asking where you were, and if you had ran away. Texts saying how sorry he was if he was too pushy last night, that he would let you as much time as you wanted if it was what you needed. And endless apologies, over and over. You only answered with a quick message letting him know that you would be back quickly.

Meanwhile, Jake was really panicking. When he woke up and felt the space beside him empty and that your clothes weren’t littering the floor of his bedroom anymore, all remnants of sleepiness left his body, immediately looking around the apartment to see if you were anywhere. It was stupid, he knew it, if you had left, it was certainly for a good reason, but he couldn’t help asking himself if maybe you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to be with him. He sat down on one of the kitchen stools, biting his nails while waiting for you to say something else but you didn’t, and stress took over him again.

When you pushed the door open, you were only met with Jake's worried look waiting for you in the kitchen. He was only wearing the same pair of gray sweatpants as last night and you couldn’t stop your mind from going back to how good it all felt, but the object of your fantasies stopped your thoughts from going too far.

“- Where were you !?

- I was at the store down the street, to buy us breakfast.”

You lifted your bag and dropped it on the kitchen counter before making your way over to Jake until you could run your fingers through his hair. The hands of the boy came up to rest on your waist, only noticing now that you were wearing his clothes, his heart beating faster at the view.

“- Didn’t you see my note ?”

You looked around and saw that it was still where you had left it, immediately showing it to Jake who was getting more and more embarrassed for getting so worked up over something so stupid.

“- I’m sorry, I just thought that maybe you didn’t mean what you said last night and that you realized that this morning and decided to leave…”

Jake hesitantly looked up at your face to find you smiling fondly at him. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, and another one, and another one, until you had peppered his whole face with kisses and made him giggle shyly.

“- You’re an idiot if you think you’re going to get away from me so easily, I’m not letting you go.

- Good, because I don’t want you to.”

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year ago

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Can we have a drabble with gaz pinning on K9 handler reader and her giant dog just being like 👁👄👁 everytime

—Him, Her, and the Dog

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╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

“He doesn’t bite,” you ease out with a smile to the thin-lipped Sergeant from One-Four-One.

“Well, you say that now, Sweetheart,” the man eases out, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “But he’s watchin’ me like I’m a damn piece of meat.”

“It’s just his face, Sergeant Garrick,” your chuckle wafts over the tarmac, tilting your head as the leash lays lax in your hand. Connected to it, the seek and muscled body of Teddy, your MWD, stays still. His black and tan hide shines in the light, hiding deadly muscle underneath. “He’s really not that bad.”

“Then why isn’t he bloody blinking?”

The Belgian Malinois is sitting, tail loose behind him and his tongue lolling—but the man was right, his deep chestnut eyes were utterly unblinking on the tall form of Kyle Garrick. It wasn’t surprising to you—Teddy had that quirk; he watched people. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up at night to find him in his kennel staring you down for no other reason than he wanted to.

You smile at the Sergeant as he frowns.

“Would you just come over here?” Garrick raises a brow slowly, arms crossing over his chest. “You said you had to talk to me, remember.”

“Didn’t know we’d have an audience.” The grumble meets your ears.

“Teddy goes where I go,” you remind him, rolling your eyes and taking the incentive to step forward—the animal immediately stuck at your hip and turning his attention up to you as he mirrors your pace.

Gaz sighs, pushing down his slight nerves as you both get closer.

There was no question as to whether he had a little crush on you, a prominent K9 handler; everyone could see the way he watched your form, and eyes don’t lie. He’d tried to ask you out before—a few times—but there had always been your…shadow.

Teddy, short for Teddy Bear.

The dog.

The black and tan missile that could rip throats and was always watching Kyle like he’d personally murdered his bloodline. It was safe to say any propositions of dating had dried on his tongue when the canine locked his unblinking gaze with his.

“There,” you ease out, stopping a few feet away. “That better?”

Gaz chuckles quietly, not looking down at Teddy as the dog’s backside once more hits the ground. “Do you want my honest answer, Ma’am?”

“Will it hurt my feelings?”

“Well, not yours—his,” the Brit quirks a smirk, “maybe.”

You snort and set one of your arms on your hip, the other going to pet Teddy in between his ears. The beast pants and licks at his muzzle, eyes darting up to you before slowly moving back to the Sergeant.

“I think you should pet him, Gaz,” your voice brings him back to the conversation, his eyelids blinking at you.

“Ah,” he laughs, shaking his head, “Negative. I’m fond of my hands.”

“And I’m fond of company when I bring Teddy on walks.” Your sly flirting makes Kyle’s jaw slacken for a moment, eyes slightly widening. “Pet him, and I’ll show you my favorite trail.”

It’s a minute before the man is able to slot his jaw back in place, clearing his throat firmly before his face heats under the skin.

“...That was smooth, Ma’am.” You smirk.

“I was waiting for you to ask, but I guess you needed me to throw you a bone.” Gaz chuckles lowly at the joke, glancing down at Teddy as he itches at his cheek.

“Alright, yeah, yeah, I know.” He bends down to rest on the balls of his feet. “Didn’t think you’d noticed that if I’m bein’ honest.”

“I’m not blind, Garrick.” Teddy stares him down and you click your tongue, Kyle holding out a hand for him to smell. “Nor stupid.”

A wet nose moves out and sniffs, the puffs felt over his skin. Brown eyes glance at you.

“That obvious?”

You smile teasingly. “Incredibly, Sergeant.”

“Shit.” Your laugh meets his ears and his embarrassment overshadows how Teddy shoves his narrow head under Kyle’s hand, panting happily with a wagging tail.

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cherryredstars · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Miguel O’hara x curvyfem!reader

Warnings: Insecurity, Body Descriptions, Mentions of Erections, Suggestive Ending, Fluff

Summary: Shopping is never easy, but Miguel makes it 100x better

Word Count: 960 (Unedited)

You hate shopping.

It always starts off fun. You prance round the store excitedly, Miguel following after you as you look through racks and pick things out that you love on the hangers. He always offers to hold your selections for you, humming and looking at each new piece you place in his hands. He lets you do your thing, smiling to himself fondly as you gasp and squeal over things you find cute and thanking heaven above they have it in your size. Then, after you’ve deemed Miguel is holding enough things, you walk over to the dressing rooms.

The dressing rooms always ruin it for you. You take hours in there. Not because of how many things you picked out, but because you spend more than half of the time picking at your own insecurities. You hate how something will press tight around one place, but look loose and unflattering somewhere else. Hate how your skin will bulge in one area and make your whole body look uneven and distorted. You hate how your body causes the fabric to stretch, looking nothing like it did on the hanger. It's gross and it's disgusting and you always leave with tears in your eyes and your happy mood wiped away.

On the other hand, Miguel is awed everytime you step out. His eyes instantly catch your frame when you walk out. He straightens up, eyes wide as he scans your body up and done. You’re a fucking knock-out. He swears he can’t breathe because he’s choked by your beauty. He’s absolutely convinced you can pull off anything. When you walk out in something he particularly loves, he has to blink a couple times and his cheeks flame pink. He’s constantly fighting the urge to keep his mouth shut, scared it’ll drop open and drool will run down his chin at how gorgeous you look. More times than not, his ears are a hot pink as he tries to subtly adjust in his seat so his erection isn’t noticeable after you slip back inside the stall.

It breaks his heart that at the end of your little fashion show, you mumble how you don’t want to buy anything after explaining why. Unshed tears glossing your eyes and his sunshine completely evaporated. All you do is give him a tight lipped smile and tell him how you want to go home. And he agrees, walking you halfway out of the mall before he makes a show of patting down his pockets. You frown as you wait for him, watching his brows furrow. He hisses under his breath, planting a kiss to your lips as he mumbles something about forgetting his wallet in the store and telling you to just meet him in the car. By the time he makes it back, you’re too busy frowning at your phone in an attempt to lighten your mood to notice Miguel shoving bags into the trunk.

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The next morning you are pleasantly surprised when you wake up to the smell of breakfast. Your eyes are still squinted as you take in the breakfast tray Miguel has prepared for the both of you, and when you turn your head towards the window, you find the blinding white filling the room is caused by the snow outside. You smile excitedly, and Miguel hands you a cup of cocoa that you sigh into. You both take turns feeding each other warm pancakes with syrupy sweet maple, topping them off with fresh, sticky fruit that makes your stomach full.

You’re surprised again when Miguel moves the mostly empty breakfast tray, instead placing gifts into your lap. Your brows furrow, taking one and shaking it.

“What’s all of this for?” You ask, eyeing the array of things on the bed.

Miguel simply smiles, placing a kiss to the side of your head as he finishes off your drink, "Because I love you.”

You roll your eyes, swatting his arm at the cheeky response before opening the first gift. It’s a box, similar to the ones for clothing, and you gasp as you pull out one of the outfits you were excited about at the mall but didn’t end up looking good on you. You grab another one, opening it and finding another. And another, and another, and another. Your eyes well up with tears and you smile fondly down at the clothing.

“When did you…?” You start, but as you say it you already know. The cheeky fucker didn’t forget his damn wallet.

You sniffle, wiping at your tears as you kiss his cheek in thanks. But then you quickly frown as you look at all the clothing. “Oh but Miguel, none of these looked good on me, remember?”

Miguel rolls his eyes at you, leaning down to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his side. “First off, hermosa, everything looks good on you. And second, believe it or not, I do listen when you speak to me. I brought them down to the seamstress you go to sometimes, got them adjusted.”

You feel more tears prick at your eyes, sniffling again as you pout. “Really? All of them?”

“All of them,” Miguel confirms, chuckling when you stuff your face into his chest to hide your tears of happiness.

Miguel smiles down at you fondly, hand rubbing your back as he squeezes you tight. When you pull away, you give him a long kiss and mumble a ‘thank you’ against his lips. Miguel’s eyes sparkle as he takes you in, kissing the corner of your lip. Then, he gives you that cheeky smile as his eyes glint.

“Why don’t I help you try them on this time, okay?”

More things definitely got taken off than put on.

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muffinpink02 · 7 months ago

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Lucy and Ona 🥰 the Lucy padel vid got me feeling things and the big O made me desperate for more jealous Ona

So maybe Lucy takes up padel, has a hot instructor who clearly fancies her, Ona happens to be watching her once and overt jealousy ensues. And smut obv, always smut

Feel free to not do that if it’s a terrible idea 😂 I don’t have the most creative of minds, I won’t be offended 😶‍🌫️

Many Shades Of Green

Anon request - Thank you beautiful anon! Loved this idea! I haven't really read it through so you may see changes if you ever come back for seconds. Dom Ona

Warnings - smut 18 public sex,

And @lucyandalexiafan thank you ALWAYS for reading my several pages off notes and always being there for the fics chats and the deep chats. My tumblr bestie, I appreciate you a whole lot ❤️

“You sure you don't want to try it out? It's really fun” Lucy asked her girlfriend.

“No, it's okay. I’ll be happy reading and watching.” Ona smiled playfully.

Lucy chuckled shyly as she looked at her paddle.

The girls were waiting for Lucy’s paddle board trainer. She had been interested in the Paddle sport for some time now, but hadn't had a chance to get into the activity with her schedule being so tight. But finally with a rare day of freedom she finally got round to booking a trainer of the sport.

“I wonder where she is? Oh that might be her.”

Ona looked up to see a tall blonde woman approaching them at the side of the court. It was like she was walking in slow motion, the girl had legs for days. She had bright blue eyes and a Hollywood smile, she looked more like a model than a trainer.

“Hey you must be Lucy? I’m Katie.” The blonde put her hand out for Lucy, her bright smile almost blinding.

Ona didn’t miss the way the blonde eyed up Lucy’s body.

Lucy smiled politely and took Katie’s hand. “Hey Katie, nice to meet you. This is my partner, Ona.”

The vogue looking model then eyed up Ona, a small smirk crept on her face.

“Gosh, you’re so little, I almost didn’t see you down there.” She laughed.

Ona had to laugh it off, it wasn’t the first time someone had mentioned her height and it wouldn’t be the last. But it still annoyed her.

“Ha, yeah, luckily I won't be in your way. I’m just watching.” Ona rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

Lucy gave Ona a small smile, the younger brunette knew Lucy loved her height, she constantly told her how cute she was, or how she fit into the crock of her neck perfectly when they cuddled. But it didn't make her any less self conscious when someone mentioned it in such a way, especially if that someone looked like a catwalk model.

Katie gave Ona a fake smile, but didn’t reply, she turned to Lucy with her bright smile back on her pretty face.

“Anyways, shall we get started, Luce?”

Ona raised her eyebrows at the blatant rudeness of the blonde and the new nickname for her girlfriend.

“Ahh yeah sure.” Lucy smiled back at Ona as she walked with the blonde to the centre of the court. Ona rolled her eyes as she took a seat in the stands. She pulled out her book and began to read.

The Spaniard was close enough to hear their conversation, so she didn’t miss the obnoxious laugh Katie gave everytime Lucy said something. Ona loved Lucy, but she wasn’t that funny. She shook her head and tried her best to get into her book, but she couldn't keep her eyes from wandering up to the pair in front.

Katie was showing Lucy how to swing her paddle, she stood next to the brunette and grabbed her arm.

“Wow, you’ve got some power in those arms, I bet you could lift me without blinking.” Katie chuckled, her hand still on Lucy’s biceps, squeezing her muscles.

Lucy laughed politely. Ona knew Lucy wouldn't know what to do in a situation like this, she got it all the time. So much so that she didn't even notice the difference when someone was flirting or just being polite with her.

“Let me just get behind you and show you the right form.” Katie said.

“Ahh, okay yeah.”

Ona watched as the blonde put her hands on Lucy's waist, moving her into position, she tried to not let it get to her, it was sports after all, her trainers had done similar things and she knew there was nothing behind it. But Katie had been flirting with Lucy since her foot touched the court.

“Okay, that's great. Put your back out a bit more. Yeah,that's it, now stick out your bum. Perfect, that's nice.”

Ona watched as Katie shamelessly checked out Lucy's arse. The Spaniard could feel her jealousy starting to creep up, but she tried her best to ignore it.

Katie stepped a little closer, pushing herself against Lucy's arse.

That's when Ona lost all interest in her book,

“Okay now back up with me, I won't let you fall.”

Lucy was completely oblivious to Katie's gross tactics. When it came to any kind of sport Lucy had her head game on, she had been looking forward to the training for some time, so she was locked into concentrating on her instructions, not realising what Katie was doing.

“Beautiful. Just like that.” Katie bit her lip as she felt Lucy press into her. Ona watched as she placed her hand on Lucy's back and pushed her slightly forward. “Perfect, good.”

Ona couldn't ignore the angry heat that crept up her spine, she was pissed. Ona’s teeth gritted so hard she was close to breaking a tooth. She wasn't a violent person, or even an angry person but she was close to dashing her book in Katie's pretty face.

“Okay, good. Let me just show you how I position myself. So you can try that way.”

“Okay.” Lucy nodded.

Katie stood in front of Lucy. “Now just watch how I bend.”

Ona watched as the blonde bent over in front of Lucy, her mini skirt was sitting just below her arse cheeks, but she bent so far forward you could practically see the outline of her lips in her underwear. Ona couldn't believe the way this girl was throwing herself at Lucy, It was completely over the top.

The girl was clearly into Lucy, and my god, she was trying her hardest to get some kind of attention. Ona couldn't help but laugh at how tacky she was.

“See how my knees bend?”

Lucy was trying her best to not look at the girls in front of her. She looked over at Ona to see if she was doing okay, but that's when she saw the anger flash across Ona’s normally gentle face. Lucy looked at her, trying to mouth ‘what's wrong’ but before Ona could respond Katie was there, again.

“See what I mean, Luce?”

Lucy looked back at Katie. “Oh yeah, yeah I see.”

Katie stood up and faced the brunette again. “Great, I know not everyone can bend as much as that. You have to be flexible.” She took a step closer to Lucy and whispered “I do a downward dog every morning and every night.” She purred as she winked at the brunette.

“O-Oh yeah, good to keep the muscles going.” Lucy awkwardly rubbed her nose.

“You would know, I bet you’re always at the gym.”

“Yeah, part of the job.” Lucy awkwardly played with her paddle.

“Yoga is really good for the body. I do private classes, if you were ever interested. Just one on one. It really helps in the bedroom, I can be put in so many positions.” She smirked at Lucy.

“Ah y-yeah. I’ll let you know.” Lucy stuttered, she was slowly starting to catch on to why Ona had a face of thunder.

“Great, I’ll keep you to that promise. Let's play a round, I wanna see your form.”

The girls played 3 rounds. Katie had actually kept the flirting down a minimum, aside from taking off her t-shirt as she was ‘So hot’ and was now in a tight sports bra that held little to the imagination. But Ona was still pissed. She had heard the majority of their conversation and wanted nothing more than to drag Katie by the hair and stick her paddle where the sun didn't shine.

As I said before, Ona wasn't an angry person, or a violent person, she was normally calm, cool and collected. But now and again Ona could maybe, sometimes be a little jealous.

Yes, it might have bugged her when the barista girl gave Lucy doe eyes every time they got coffee. And yes of course it annoyed her when girls would throw themselves at Lucy when they were out at a bar or restaurant. But, Ona was only human, of course she would get annoyed when someone flirted with the taller brunette, Lucy was hers, for as long as Lucy wanted to be of course.

And someone as shameless as Katie always brought out the little green jealous Ona.

Finally, the game was done.

“Okay, let's leave it there. Good job, Luce.” Katie patted the brunette on the back.

“Yeah, it was good, it's a lot of fun.” Lucy smiled.

Katies blue eyes roamed over Lucy's body. “Let me help you stretch, your thighs will be tight.”

“That's okay, I can help her with that.” Ona was suddenly standing by the fence.

Lucy and Katie both jumped at Ona’s sudden appearance.

Katie gave Ona a particularly bitchy look, clearly annoyed to have been caught out. She gave Ona another fake smile. “I think I might know how to work her muscles a bit better than you, it's my job.”

“I think I might know a little bit, I am a professional athlete. Also I think I know Lucy's body a lot better than you.” Ona gave her own fake smile.

“Of course.” Katie snarled. She turned back to Lucy who hadn't missed the blatant passiveness going on between the girls. The blonde put her winning smile back on.

“You have my email. Let me know when you can do another session next week, and that yoga class.” Katie smirked.

“Yeah, I’ll let you know. Thanks again.” Lucy waved.

Katie watched Lucy walk away, her blue eyes locked with Ona’s brown ones. She gave the younger brunette a wicked smile and walked off the court.

“Hey, you ready? How was your book?” Lucy asked.

Ona hadn't read one single sentence of her book, but Lucy didn't need to know that.

“Good, but I was a bit distracted.” Ona gave Lucy a tight smile.

Lucy knew that tone, she knew that smile, she had seen it plenty of times before, it was no secret Ona was a jealous person. It was never a problem, it didn't cause Lucy any stress. It was never serious enough for her to find it uncomfortable or controlling, it was just a trait that Ona had. Lucy saw it every now and then, she couldn't help but find it cute, and even made her feel special.

Being seen as the more dominant one in the relationship Lucy sometimes felt like she couldn't be in that position where her partner was the more jealous one but with Ona she always made her feel wanted and?

“Can we go to the showers? I wanna wash and get out of these clothes.”

Lucy grabbed her shirt, dabbing the sweat that dripped down her face, flashing her hardened abs that flexed from her breathing.

The Spaniard had seen Lucy’s abs more times then she’d had hot meals, but no matter how many times she had her eyes, hands, mouth or other regions of her body on those muscles, they always managed to leave her speechless.

“Y-yeah.” Ona cleared her throat.

They headed towards the showers, Lucy spoke about their plans later but it fell on deaf ears, Ona wasnt really listening. She was thinking about all the ways she would fuck Lucy when they got home. The younger brunette couldn't stop the hot desire she had bubbling up in her stomach, her jealousy had sparked a mix between anger and pure want for her girlfriend.

They made it to the showers.

“I won't be long.” Lucy kissed Ona’s cheek.

“Okay. I’ll wait here.” Ona smiled as she sat round the corner.

The older brunette made her way into the shower room, she entered the cubicle and began to wash her sweaty body. Little did she know Ona was sat outside, thinking about what strap to use on the girl, but her thoughts were interrupted by that irritating laugh she heard earlier.

“Yeah, I just finished my session with her. She’s so sexy! She definitely wanted me, if it wasn't for her pixie girlfriend being there she would have definitely given her number to me.” Katie spoke obnoxiously on her phone. “Yeah, I’m going to shower now. I'll talk to you later.”

Katie couldn't see Ona sitting behind the corner but Ona had heard enough to know exactly who she was talking about, she heard the door to the showers open as Katie walked inside.

That's when something snapped inside Ona. The calm, cool and collected side of her had all but disappeared and was replaced by a red hot anger that erupted inside of her body. She had done her best at holding it in, but Katie had pushed her a step too far, she couldn't hold it in any longer and that green little monster had finally come out to play. She gripped the arm chair as she waited a couple of seconds before following Katie.

Ona entered the hot shower room, she just caught the back of Katies head entering a cubicle. Then she noticed Lucy's unmistakable Barcelona towel, hanging over a door.

She knocked on her girlfriend's cubicle door. “Lucy.”

Lucy heard Ona’s voice, she unlocked the door to see if the younger brunette was okay.

“Hey, wha-” To Lucy's surprise the door was pushed open by the short Spainiard.

Ona roamed her hungry eyes over Lucys naked wet body, she looked so fucking good. The Spaniard smirked dangerously at her girlfriend, loving the confusion on Lucy’s face. She stripped her clothes off with speed she didn't know she had. Throwing the clothing on the dry bench next to Lucy's own clothes.

The shorter girl wasted no time as she pushed Lucy's naked body hard against the cubicle. The taller brunette let out a grunt as her back hit the wall.

“Ona, whats wro-” Lucy’s words were cut off by Ona’s mouth suddenly on hers.

She didnt have time to explain to Lucy that she wanted to fuck her exactly where she stood, or that Katie had created a angry, jealous, horny side of her.

Ona’s kisses were deep and rough, Lucy easily melted into her touch. She was slightly confused about the sudden intrusion but when Ona kissed her like this she didn't really see a need to stop and ask questions.

Ona forcefully pushed her tongue into Lucy's mouth, causing the taller girl to let out a surprised squeak as Ona sucked hard on her tongue. The Spaniard's hands glided up the girl's neck, allowing her short nails to scratch her skin, Lucy hissed at the slight pain but it was silenced with Ona’s hungry lips, Lucy couldn't ignore the arousal that came with the sting on her skin.

Her fingers entangled in the older brunette's wet hair, just before she gripped onto the back of Lucy's neck, pulling her closer to her face, making the taller girl bend. She was controlling every move of their kiss, every break for air, every angle was controlled by Ona.

She moved her hot mouth along Lucy's jaw, taking small bites after each kiss. Lucy's hands gripped Ona’s hips as she brought her closer to her wet body, she could already feel her core wanting to be touched.

Ona lips reached Lucy's neck, she could taste the salty sweat that Lucy hadn’t washed yet. She couldn't get enough of the flavour, she wanted more. She greedily traced the whole length of her tongue over her wet salty skin, wanting to taste every part of her. She felt an almost animistic side of her kick in, she wanted to make sure everyone knew Lucy was hers, especially Katie.

Ona moved her thigh in between Lucy's legs, she pushed herself hard against the taller girl's body, pinning her to do the wall. She was never normally so rough, she could be dominant now and again but that jealous flame in her only grew the more she heard Lucy’s sweet moans.

Lucy's hips moved desperately along Ona’s thigh, but the shorter girl didn't allow her the friction she needed, she moved her leg ever so slightly away, not giving Lucy and her throbbing clit what she wanted.

Ona couldn't stop herself as she sunk her teeth into Lucys wet skin. Lucy winced as she let out a shaky breath from the sharp pain. Ona wanted to mark her girlfriend’s body, she wanted to make Lucy and anyone who was in touching distance know she was hers.

The shorter girl hungrily moved her mouth down to Lucy's chest, kissing Lucy’s tight nipple. She gently bit at the bud, capturing it between her teeth as her tongue flicked hard against her flesh. Lucy’s hands tightneed around Ona’s hips, causing the girl's mouth to clamp down around her skin. She couldn't help the smile when she heard Lucy whimper above her, she could tell she was trying to be quiet, but that wasn't part of her plan.

“Onaaa.” She husked.

Ona gave a particularly hard suck before she moved her mouth away. She began to kiss down Lucy's abdomen, biting and sucking at the beautiful abs. She lowered herself to her knees in front of Lucy.

Lucy couldn't hold the groan in when Ona kneeled in front of her. Her beautiful girlfriend looked up at the Northerner, her brown doe eyes were full of desire but also a hint of anger, that Lucy didn’t miss. Ona kissed Lucy's stomach with a hunger that made Lucy's knees weak, she could feel her clit throbbing as she watched Ona move lower to her already wet cunt.

She laced her fingers in Ona’s hair, urging her to move to the spot she needed her most, but Ona grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall.

“No touching.”

“Ona, baby please.”

Ona loved feeling Lucy’s hands in her hair in any state, but right now she wanted to be the one in charge, she wanted to have full control of this situation, even if Lucy's begging made her want to give her everything she wanted.

“Are you desperate Luce?”

Lucy looked down at the girl on her knees, she could feel Ona’s breath on her, her insides melted at the site. Ona’s hooded eyes were looking at her with so much lust, it made her throat dry.

She nodded. “Yeah.” She whispered.

“Louder, I can't hear you.” Ona gently bit Lucy's thigh.

The older brunette bit her lip, she wanted to scream.

“I’m desperate Ona, please.” She picked her voice up a little but not enough.

“More.” Ona giggled, she knew Lucy was holding back, it made sense, they were in a public space but she didn't care, she wanted someone in particular to hear exactly what she was about to do to her girlfriend.

She clearly needed a little push, Ona dragged her tongue along Lucy's thigh, stopping at the crease, between her thigh and lips, kissing her lightly. Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, as she felt Ona tease her.

“Ona. Please.”

“You’re mine aren't you Lucy? Hmm?”

“Yes. All you-, aah fuck!”

Ona swiped her tongue through Lucy's throbbing folds.

“Say it again. Louder.” She kissed Lucy's wet lips, tasting her girlfriend's familiar taste.

“I’m all yours On-aaa! Yes, please don't stop.” Lucy half shouted.

Lucy’s head hit the cubicle wall as the girl on her knees began to eat her out. She knew Ona was pissed off with Katies constant flirting, but she didn't realise just how pissed she was. Ona wasn't slow, she wanted to make Lucy scream. She picked up her tongue with a fast pace, hitting Lucy's swollen clit. She hadn't seen this kind of side to her before, this possessive side, but fuck, she couldn't get enough of it.

“Fuck, Ona.” Lucy whispered.

Ona wasn't having that.

The Spaniard moved her mouth from Lucy's core. “Sorry, I didn't hear you?” She looked up, her lips already wet with Lucy.

“I….fuck, Ona please, please. I need your mouth. Please!” The girl moaned, loudly.

Bingo.

That's exactly what Ona wanted to hear. She couldn't stop the devilish smirk that pulled at her lips, she knew Katie would have heard Lucy, and whoever else was in the room.

“You need my mouth?” She kissed her sensitive lips. “Why Lucy?”

Lucy's hands flexed under Ona own, still pinned to the wall. Her head was dizzy.

“Becu- ahh. Because you make me feel good” Lucy pleaded.

“How good?”

“So fucking good. Your mouth was made for me, Ona.” Lucy's hips rolled, trying to get across how much she wanted her. “I love you, and your perfect mouth.” Her words were softer this time.

“I love you too.” Ona husked.

The younger girl ducked her head back between Lucy's legs picking her pace back up, tracing her talented tongue all over Lucy's sensitive flesh. Lucy let out a loud groan, finally feeling Ona’s mouth work on her properly. She wanted so badly to entangle her fingers into Ona’s hair, so scared that she would move away again.

Lucy’s not so soft whimpers were loud enough to hear two doors down, Katie could hear every moan, groan, whimper and even the wet sucking from Ona’s wet lips. She huffed as she washed her desperate sweat away.

The younger girl worked her mouth on her girlfriend, her own cunt throbbing at the noises Lucy was making. The older brunette had clearly forgotten her worries of being loud, she was completely lost in the feeling of Ona, pleasuring her with so much desire.

She began to move her hips, gently into Onas face, her clit felt so good finally being sucked the way she loved, between Ona’s perfect lips.

“Please Ona, I want to touch you.”

Ona pulled back, licking her lips as she eyed up Lucy, almost annoyed that she had been interrupted. “No.”

She moved back gripping Lucy's wrist tighter, making a point that she wasn't allowed to touch.

The older brunette looked down at Ona as she gently rolled her hips into her girlfriend's mouth, her warm brown eyes burning into her own. She loved looking at Ona while the girl ate her out, she always looked amazing as her head bobbed between her legs, especially when she watched Lucy.

Lucy gapped as her head rolled back, her body melting as the Spaniard's tongue danced on her clit. The younger brunette could see and hear Lucy getting close, her breathing picked up, her groaning became louder, bouncing off the tiles in the room.

“Ona,” Lucy gasped.

This was another thing Ona loved. Lucy could speak multiple languages, she could give a speech to thousands and not stutter, her brain was full to the brim with facts and information. But when Ona was between her legs, the only words that fell from her lips was her girlfriend's name.

Her strong thighs began to shake, Ona moved her hand up Lucy's thigh, teasing her entrance with her finger. Lucy panted as she automatically opened her legs for Ona. The younger girl couldn't stop the groan as she dipped a single finger easily inside her girlfriend's wet cunt.

“Fuckkk. Yes, Ona… fuck.” Lucy gasped.

Ona began to fuck Lucy with a rough steady pace, she easily slipped in her second digit. Her own eyes closed in pleasure hearing the way Lucy took her fingers. She couldn’t take her eyes off Lucy, her face was pure bliss. Ona loved having Lucy like this, at her complete mercy.

“You’re mine aren't you Lucy?”

“Yes, yours. I’ll always be yours.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

“Good.”

Her cunt started to tighten around Ona’s fingers, Ona could feel she was about to come. Lucy couldn't hold in the loud gasps that fell from her mouth. Ona fucked and sucked her girlfriend as Lucys hips rolled with more purpose. That’s when her orgasm began to bolt through her body with a few more thrusts and the steady movements of Ona’s tongue Lucy was sent flying with Ona’s name bouncing off the walls in the room.

Her groan was loud, she shook against the thin walls making it rattle. Even Ona was shocked at how loud she was, but hearing her name fall from her girlfriend's lips was always a turn on, with or without trying to prove a point to Katie.

Lucy panted hard, her eyes were closed as her body tried to keep up with the pressure of her release. Ona licked the taller brunette gently, allowing her to feel her soft tongue as much as she needed to. Lucy's hips finally came to a slow stop, her eyes looked completely hazed as she smiled down at Ona. She finally released Lucy's wrist, she would have definitely left nail indents in her skin.

“You okay?” Ona whispered as she stood up.

“Are you really asking that?” Lucy chuckled breathlessly.

The Spaniard smiled as she eyed up the dark marks that littered Lucy's neck and chest.

“Just checking.”

Lucy brought her mouth to Ona’s, she groaned as she tasted herself on the shorter brunettes tongue. The kiss had started out slow but quickly turned heated and messy again, and Ona still held all the control.

The Spaniard was still feeling that hot green jealousy sitting in her stomach, and Lucy could feel it, she wanted Ona to know that she was the only girl she wanted, she wanted her to feel as wanted as she made her.

“Show me how much you want me.” Ona whispered against Lucy's lips.

Lucy felt her head flood with arousal, she wasn't sure if it was her the mind blowing orgasm or Ona’s words that made her legs feel like jelly

The taller girl got to her knees, and in between Ona’s legs, never once taking her eyes off of the younger brunnete. Lucy wouldn't admit this to many people, but she loved being dominated by the shorter brunette. There was something about Ona being in complete control that made Lucy completely lose herself to the younger girl.

The warm shower water ran down her face, as she felt Ona’s fingers lace through her dark hair.

“Show me, Luce.”

Lucy barely heard the words, but just by Ona’s desperate eyes she knew what she wanted.

She allowed Ona to guide her head to her dripping sex. She slipped her tongue into Ona’s wet folds, a deep groan rumbled in the back of Lucy's throat as she gathered the taste of her girlfriend's essence on her tongue.

Ona let out a sharp hiss, as Lucy's strong tongue glided across her bundle of nerves. She had felt her clit throbbing since watching Lucy play, she could feel the pent up frustration and anger run through her veins, thinking about Lucy being with someone else. She knew Lucy didn’t want Katie or cared for her antics, but it didn’t mean she didn’t get a little hurt and self conscious.

Lucy craned her neck, lapping her tongue through her lover's lips. She closed her eyes as Ona’s nails gently scratched through her scalp. She flicked her tongue over the peaking clit, then softly wrapped her lips around the sensitive flesh, earning her a delicious moan from above. She looked up at the younger brunette, her abs flexed as her body reacted to the sensation between her legs. Ona was already starting to pant above her.

Ona was already losing her nerve, she dipped one hand into Lucy's hair, placing the other against the wall above her leaning herself forward, pining Lucy’s head against the cubicle wall.

Ona felt Lucy groan at the movement, she was in Ona’s complete control, she just had to kneel and watch as Ona used her mouth.

“I love it when you do that with your tongue.” Ona gasped.

Lucy had moved her tongue as deep as she could into Ona’s cunt, pushing at her sensitive muscles, then slowly stroking it back up to her awaiting clit. It was a move that always had Ona drenching her mouth, and today was no different. Lucy swallowed Ona’s juices as they dripped onto her tongue, drowning her taste buds.

“Lucyyy.”

Ona’s hips began to pick up pace, Lucy’s tongue was already nearing her to her peak. Ona gritted her teeth as she felt her climax rise, her hand in Lucy’s hair got tighter as she began to feel her orgasm.

Lucy groaned as Ona pulled her hair, fucking her face, the hot shower ran over their bodies but the cold chill that ran over Ona’s skin gave her goosebumps all over her body. Ona held Lucy's head, snaking her hips into her face, gently fucking her head against the cubicle wall. They were definitely making a lot of noise, they sounded like a porn set, there was no way they were going to be able to show their faces at this gym again.

“Lu…Lucy, keep sucking. Please.” Ona begged.

But a loud banging on their door interrupted them.

“This is a public space. It's really gross what you’re doing.” It was Katie's annoying voice.

Lucy’s eyes widened in panic, her hands gripped the younger brunette's thighs. But Ona didn't care, smiled dangerously down at Lucy, she didn't even stop her movements in Lucy's mouth, even if they were being called out for the public indecency.

“Sorry, Lucy can’t answer you right now, her mouth's a little busy.” Ona groaned.

Lucy felt a rush of excitement crash through her body, she finaly put two and two together, her jealous girlfriend had done this on purpose, she wasn't even mad, she would have probably done the same thing. She winked up at Ona, knowing it would only push the girl further.

“That's it, keep going baby.” Ona smiled wickedly down at Lucy.

Lucy did exactly what her petite lover asked, she sucked on her throbbing clit just the way she liked. They stayed like this for a couple more minutes, Ona’s movements rocked gently against her mouth, until she started to feel Ona’s body shake against her face, she could tell she was close.

“Lucyyyy!”

Lucy’s head was forced against the wall as the Spaniard’s orgasm took over her body. Ona’s hips fucked her mouth, causing a pornagraphic thudding noise with the back of Lucy's head. Lucy couldn't stop the groan as she felt Ona’s clit pulsate in her mouth. She stayed on Ona’s clit, gently sucking as her abs rolled above her.

“Oh Déu meu.” Ona groaned.

She stroked Lucy's hair as she slowly backed away, a dopey smile plastered her face as she looked down at the brunette.

“Fuck.” Lucy chuckled.

“Lu-,”

“Excuse me, can you please gather your belongings and leave the premises, before we call the police.” The security guard shouted.

Both girls' eyes widened this time.

“Y-yeah, leaving now.”

The girls had never put clothes on quicker in their life. They grabbed their bags and walked out the shower room. They were greeted by a pissed off looking security guard and Katie, who looked even more pissed off.

“I’m sure you’re aware you're banned from here.” He grunted.

“Yeah.” The girls said in unison.

“Okay, please leave the premises.”

The girls nodded, and began to walk away.

“What? That's it?” Katie gasped.

The security guard nodded, already bored of the situation. Ona looked back at Katie, she looked like a toddler that was about to have a breakdown, she stomped her foot and pouted.

“Bye, Katie. Try not to think of me fucking my girlfriend when you’re next in the showers.” Ona blew the blonde a kiss as she grabbed Lucy's hand.

Maybe Lucy could pick up a new sport.

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Worthy ( Daryl Dixon x reader )

summary : daryl is head over heel , down bad for y/n but he find that he's unworthy so he's spent years not telling her how he felt and yet is blind to the woman's love for him yet she scared thinking he wont til their friends have enough and try get the two to an overdue confession

warning : none fluffy i guess and mutual idiots in love slight misunderstanding

If the world before and after walkers told him anything it he wasn't worthy of anything so good and pure as the woman he watched talking animatedly about something she was happy about. The way the sun itself wasn't as bright or warm as the smile that graced her lips . The way her eyes could turn the coldest of hearts to absolute mush . the way her voice was the most heavenly sound his ears had ever felt grace them . No he didn't deserve a woman as good and amazing as her or so he would constantly justify to himself so he didn't have to express his feelings to said woman . she was most beautiful woman he ever met and it didn't help she was bad ass or that she could handle herself against just as well as he could . It didn't help she was kind and caring making sure everyone around her was ok and safe looked after. It certainly didn't help she was occupying his mind more and more as time passed. Boy he was in so bad and so deep that nothing could tear him out of the vision of a woman she was. The littlest things would send his stomach into a flutter like a school boy , how gentle she was with him knowing not to be so overbearing but still stern especially when she felt he was ignoring his own wellbeing . His own friends have noticed it to which was a nightmare in itself . carol and rick constantly trying to get him to confess his feelings which would result in his scoffing and walking off . in all the self doubt and longing he was completely blind to what was in front of him.

She watched him work on his bike that strength in his muscle toned arms as the sun was beating down . ones that have save her ass and others so many times she'd lost count. The way his eyes locked on the task at hand , those damned eyes that made her heart beat faster and her tummy feel warm . those eyes that held so much emotion and love that he wouldn't say out loud to his friends but still the man showed in his own way . the little smile she would get off of him that made her day so much better not that he would ever know that . behind the rough and gruff exterior was a caring soft sweetheart that did his upmost best to keep everyone safe and sound . behind the walls he built up was the most loyal man behind then scared to let people close. She wanted to slap him silly everytime he would put himself down try play it off as a joke . Even the kids loved him and he was an absolute teddy bear to them it was the adult he would grunt and grumble at not her though she already sassed him enough to let him even try. She wondered if he would ever go for someone like her or did he find her annoying and only put up with her cause he had to . it wasn't missed on those around her that she had fallen head over heels for the archer. It wasn't hard not to he was everything and more than she could want yet she couldn't utter a single word of it in front of the man . she tried many times before and it came out all different or he just was being nice about it . she would try flirt but the man would answer like he was talking to rick or carol . " you should be more direct" carol advised her one of the times she was left defeated over her attempts. " what crawl the man like a the tree he is" she asked shaking her head and walking off from the laughing woman .

The original group meet up one they held at the end of the week each week someone else would host and this time it was carol and daryl's turn to host. " someone cleaned up is because of certain someone is gonna come over" carol teased as she began placing snacks out on the table. " place was a mess is all" he grumbled before heading somewhere else to get his skin to cool down only when he opened the front door there she was holding a bottle of whiskey in her damned angel hands . " hey erm no one ere yet" he coughed wondering why his voice kept cracking. " oh carol didn't tell you i was coming over help set up" she smiled softly handing over the bottle . " a little something that will help us get through it" she giggled as he turned to the side to let her in only the noise that followed was his back door closing . " oh wow quite a spread and candles are nice touch" her voice called . when he looked out the front he could see carol running towards ricks where they all stood looking directly at him . " assholes" he sighed closing the door knowing he'd been set up by his closet friends. " what?" she called. " nothin just erm make yerself comfortable" he hummed shutting the door wondering how he was going to explain this one . he had to right she was going to notice when their friends don't show and he'd look like either a creep for setting her up or a loner who's friends stood him up . " so what can i do to help although i think you got it covered" she gestured to the table filled with food and two candles centred in the middle. " i think carol did all this , their all in ricks" he began as her face dropped and her head lowered. " shit sorry i mean i didn't think she would go this far but oh my god this is embarrassing i mean she said be direct but this is just bordering on cruel for me " she began to rambled. " cruel for you?" he asked completely confused. " well i kinda like you i mean not kinda I do alot and i know you don't feel same don't worry but for her to do this jesus" she felt her words flying out her mouth at rapid speed . Yet he was silent completely trying to digest the fact the woman of his dreams liked him like actually liked him . She felt her own cheeks firing up and her eyes widen at her rushed confession , the lack of response made her want the ground to open up and swallow her whole. She felt her heart fall from her chest into her stomach needed to be out of there as quick as her feet could take her knowing it was all too much and that was what snapped him from his shock was the front door slamming standing wondering what the fuck just happened and how quick it all happened . he took the whiskey and sat replaying the event in his head. She liked him , she said as much and then she left ran out of the house like it was infested . she liked him and yet he was sitting their alone drinking the whiskey she brought alone. " what the hell happened y/n ran out here like bat out of hell" carol ran in panting . " she knew you set us up , she rambled on that she liked me then she was gone" he took a swig of the bottle. " what did you say after she said she liked you" . " nothing i was trying to process the fact a woman as good as her could like someone like me" he took another swig. " ok what did she say think" carol pinched the bridge of her nose knowing it was something. "She said " well she said she kinda like me then it was alot and .... Shit" his eyes widened realising like he fell back to earth . " she doesn't think you like her back and you were too stuck on fact she likes you so you didn't say anything am i right here" she asked only for him to nod . " jesus she thinks she right and know she probably beating herself up idiot go talk to her" she pulled him off the chair not even bothering to hear him argue on it and he wasn't going to no this was the push he needed knowing it was his stupid brain's fault for not even picking it up.

She felt her stomach turn every time she replayed it over , her rambling confessing and his silence . she didn't need for him to tell her hell she was happier with the silent rejection even thought it hurt like hell. She took the bottle and sat down her sofa ready to drown her sorrows although she hoped no more tears as her eyes hurt like hell . she barely had the bottle open when the banging on the door started it was fast and hard , the kind that told her danger was about so when she opened the door knife in hand surprised to see just daryl arms raised and panting from the short run over. " i need to talk to ya can ya put the blade down" he said already pushing his way in . " look daryl let forget it all ok , yeah it sucks but with space with can be friends and i frankly don't wan.." she began to ramble only for him to place his palm against her mouth. " ok one i don't want to forget it i don't know why a woman like you could like someone like me an if i had any kind of brain i would walk away and let you live yer life because being with a guy like me aint something you deserve, your good and pure and badass all things that i could never be" he felt her palm over his own mouth making him chuckle a little more when he finally looked at her face , the tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes it broke his heart completely . " You're good to daryl i don't know why well you think your this defective being unworthy of people loving you because you out of anyone deserves it the most" she said softly hand on his cheek as he leaned into the feeling of her soft skin on his . " see that's just you , i've done things .." . " we all have done things we are not proud of to survive in this shit show of a world before and after walkers walked the earth but we didn't do it for selfish reasons , we did it to survive so you need to forgive yourself" she said softer then he's ever heard her voice and yet he believed every single word , he felt every doubt melting away that he had of himself in a single sentence. " i like ya , i more than like ya and i have since that day you came back with rick and glenn" his lips twirled . " you could of said something earlier asshole" she shook her head but he could see her smile matching his own. " well you make my brain not work sometimes and knowing you liked me made it all fuzzy like i was in a dream and i was waiting wake up or somethin" he pressed his forehead against her lips ghosting,all it took was an a slight movement. Her eyes locked with his , those eyes he could look into forever and never get bored and with a deep breath he closed his own and moved placing his lips on hers doing what he wished he did for almost a decade or more . something he was now kicking himself for not doing all that time . it was unlike any kiss he'd had in all his life , it felt like the most perfect and natural thing to be doing yet the most addictive and exhilarating thing he's ever done in all his life of living. Pulling back they both had a dopey grin on their faces like teenage crushes finally confessing or having their first ever kiss . " if it wasn't clear i love ya darlin" he finally said a surge of bravery he lift her bridal style towards the sofa placing her on his lap lip locking with hers like he was making up for lost time all in that moment and every moment that was too come . every kiss and touch made him feel like , cemented the fact he was worthy of love , he was worthy of her love .

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #twd #TWD #rick grimes #carol peletier

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I think I've seen this film before: chapter two

Author's note: It's been to long but it's here finally, and this chapter is way longer than the last one🙌Thank you for reading it and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Description of death, mention of blood and stitching an injury. No Beta reader, english isn't is the author's native language so it can have some mistakes.

Summary: Joel wakes up along with buried feelings

September, 26. Past bedtime. Head north.

His heart hammers in his chest. He scolds Tommy to be such a slow driver. But he knows boy is doing greater than Joel would ever be doing on the steering wheel

Explosion. Screams. He doesn't know what happened for a brief time.

The truck is ruined, his body hurts but he has to keep going because she can't walk. He doesn't know where he's going. There are a lot of dead bodies on street.

Run, run, run.

Agonized and angry gasps are getting louder, feet crushing the grass behind him making his own move faster against his will. He shouldn't be moving in this direction. He keeps moving.

Gunshots. Two dead bodies on the ground. His heart hammers. He knows what comes now.

"Stop right there!" The yell makes her flinch against his chest. Every time. His mouth is moving, trying explaining that her leg might be broken, but his own heart is not listening and bleeds for anticipation. He wants to walk away, have been trying for two decades. His body remains in place, in movements already made. He knows everything that comes now. Daddy wha-

"Daddy what about Uncle Tommy?" God, he just wants to disappear completely. He just wants the bullet to take him too and he get to be the first one to die, at least once. Selfish like it sounds. His heart is already being ripped anyway, what's the point of it if it's not killing him? he asks the soldier for support. He gets ignored.

Light blinds their faces, but they keep looking. His eyebrows furrow in confusion. Her limbs get tense. A deafening silence greets the three of them, coming as fast as it goes. He wants to close his eyes. They remain open.

Gunshots. Their bodies fall and roll on the grass. His arms are empty, something inside of him too.

"Please no..." But the soldier's body falls before he can do more harm to joel (sometimes joel wished he did). Tommy appears out of nowhere with his riffle in hands. Blood is all over his boots. Joel looks at him, all of him, and wants to ask so many things.

But his brother is not looking at him.

September, 26. Way past her bedtime. The air smells like gunpowder.

Their hands press together on the side of her body in vain, her eyes wide in agony as vibrant red bathe them like mud. It's okay baby, he tries to reassure her and himself. He does it because no one ever taught him what else you could do when your child is bleeding her guts out right in front of you. This ain't right, he thinks everytime, there's no instruction for it because parents die before their children. It's the cycle of life. It's how it should fucking be. This is not fucking right. "Please, please!" Her mouth is open but she's speechless, only strangled cries comes out of her throat, like she's receiving an electric shock. He cries for some fucking help but one look at Tommy and his brother's face is just as wet as his, and he says Joel's name like a warning.

Then he notices the only thing he feels trembling now is himself.

His daughter's body is heavy and hard underneath him, a little limp thing as her blood continues to gush Texas' grass and turn it scarlet and bitter. Her face still is warm as a second ago, but her eyes are hollow and serene as they stare the stars shine above in the sky. Her lips, no more panting, are getting paler already. For a moment, Joel's mind drags him to the mices who used to eat the poison hidden in pieces of cheese that Joel's father spread around their ranch, when he was younger. Small, pathetic creatures whose only mistake was being naive enough to eat a suspicious treat. He remembers how the little things were just before dying; their hairy, tiny bodies vibrating with spasms, which would stop as venon made its long way to their little hearts. Until their round, shining eyes of rodents became blind and opaque, and as dark as the dusty corner they died at. Looking at Sarah's face, Joel can't help but think his - once witty and lovely - girl, now looks just like those moribund mices.

So he crushes his daughter's corpse one last time against him, arms holding her dead body so tight he can hear two or three of her ribs breaking - Joel never wanted to hear her cry in pain like he does now, just like he's doing at this very moment; letting his tears wash his face and drop between their lifeless bodies. Ripping away the agonized screams from his lungs for the night to take away, just as part of his heart was taken. No matter how much times he have been here, her blood always smells fresh and the feeling of failure is always the same.

He doesn't really remember much how many hours he spend on the field, nor when Tommy tried to untangle his baby from him, or how hard he pushed him and his brother's ass landed on the ground.

The most vivid memory rotted in his brain is how it felt losing her, in what it seemed to be an endless night.

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It's like Joel's mind awakes before his body does.

Everything he sees is black, but he knows it's because his eyes are closed; It's like they're too heavy to open. it reminds him of feeling of being high before sleeping during the day and waking up when the the sun is setting: when his mind is there but every part of him is in no rush to follow brain's commands. Actually, he only knows he's not unconscious because he thinks the air smells quite different, although he can't really put a finger on why - maybe his smelling senses are getting fucked up with age, who knows.

There's sounds of the Qz in the background, in very low, muffled volume. - he may be partially deaf but his ears can recognize the sound of people and military vehicles like it's not new for him, because it really isn't. It's the sound he heard every morning and every night before sleep for years now. (And if he thought long enough and forgot his circumstances, it could almost sound similar to the world before. One of the only things these days that seem familiar to him.)

What doesn't sound familiar to his ears though is the noise that sounds strangely too close, although so soft it could have been inaudible if his hearing was shittier. But it ain't. The small, rhythmic breaths next to him is enough to make his eyelids lift slowly.

He's lying on his back, his arms resting on his chest uncomfortably and his legs are stretched relaxedly, taking over the entire sofa he's on. Everything it's a bit blurry, like he was out for too many hours. How Tess didn't threw a bucket of water on him It's a mistery, if that's the case. He blinks a few times, trying to get his vision to adjust itself.

When it does, the laziness is kicked out of him faster than any bucket of water would.

A child, a very small one, is standing next to his body, with her posture slightly curved foward as if she is curious to see him better. She's so close he can hear her soft breaths, as she's looking at his face. Looking very closely.

Joel almost chokes with air at the unexpected company, his eyes widening. What the fuck, is the only possible thing that goes on in his mind. The little girl sees he's awake and lets out a gasp. He only notices the small hand placed on his shoulder after it moves away abruptly, when she takes a short step back.

He lifts his back off the couch to sit up and almost feels his body wobble back when something tugs his right arm uncomfortably. His eyes dart down.

Handcuffs bind his wrists together.

Handcuffed in the same room as a little girl, he thinks bitterly. That must be his personal hell.

He looks around briefly, all his senses coming back on alert, that just increases when he's not recognizing nothing around him. The walls are a reddish shade of pink that seem worn, the paint already cracking on some parts - a detail that reminds him of his own apartment. There's a small coffe table in front of him, and he analyzes all the things in it quickly: A glass of what must be water, an unlit lamp, two blank sheets of papers and a few children's toys. No key or gun. He looks around again. There's no much furniture here, the ones are all equally old but enough to indicate that this is supposed to be a living room. Joel can use just a few of his fingers to count the amount of times he was in the places of the clients he negotiates with (everyone set a meeting point, it's smarter), yet he can't remember a time where he had pissed them enough to get kidnapped by them. He might have a short temper, but he's also methodical when it comes getting the work done. Maybe it's not with you. He thinks, but he brushes the idea out of his mind. If someone had some trouble with Tess, she would have told him already; their partners, it's how they work.

"uh, you were talking in your sleep." the voice is so young it gets his attention again. Yeah, right. The kid. Joel almost forgot she was there. Now that he's sitting, he can see better the girl standing in front of him. She's so tiny she could be four years old, but Joel knows children born after the outbreak (specially the ones in QZs) are usually skinny and smaller than their age due lack of true nutrition, so Joel guesses she could be a bit older. She's wearing blue shorts and a shirt with a zebra with sunglasses on it, both allowing him to see her bare legs and arms, glowing in the light. No scar or bruise is visible on her pale skin, and that's a good sign. At least the person he will deal with is not a child abuser, and in the best case, he won't even have to rescue this kid and bring her with him, if this isn't a captivity place. Her brows, so light they're almost invisible, furrow in concern "did you had a nightmare?"

"Who are you?" He finally chooses to ask, because he's not sure if a kid would be able to answer other questions easily.

But this specific kid tilts her head and decides to give him an aswer that makes his teeth grind "I'm the one who should ask, you're in my house."

Her house, that's something. A kidnapped kid wouldn't normally call places they've been dragged to as their homes. But the almost dismissal of this theory confuses him more than it clarifies things in his head. What the fuck is he doing here and how?

"how old you are?" He induges again, forcing that docile, subtle tone in his voice that you use when asking small children what is their favourite color or what they wanna be as an adult. He hasn't used it in a long time, so his words sounds odd even to him. "Can you show me?" He adds. Show instead of stay, just in case the kid was intimidated by someone not to speak up and doesn't feel safe trying out with him.

It must have worked, because the little girl raises four fingers in one of her hands to herself and studies them. She shows him when she's sure of her answer, displaying her raised little digits for him to see. Cute.

"Alright" he's fighting the urge to bomb her with the questions he really wants to ask about, he can feel his hands begin to sweat, starting to remember why he enjoys interrogating adults the most. Calm down, he hears his own voice in his head, you're not gonna get any important shit out of her like that. Gotta start slow. "What about this, you tell me your name and I can share mine, hm?" He tries again, suddenly very aware that he sounds just like those creeps parents warn their children about. She nods and he's not sure if that's good or concerning. "What's your name?"

She seems to hesitate, eyes boring to their surroundings randomly before returning. And when he thinks she's gonna avoid his question again, the kid perks up, suddently sounding like she's a guest introducing herself to him:

"I'm Daniela Star-"

"Ellie?" They both flinch at the muffled voice coming from the hallway.

Joel watches the kid's confidence go out the window in a matter of second, her little shoulders shrinking and her bare feet taking a few steps away from him as the footsteps coming from the hallway seem to get closer. Like she's afraid of who's coming. It makes Joel wish he wasn't handcuffed.

A short, curvy woman enters the living room in long strides, like she was looking for something before. She looks like she's in her mid thirties, and he can't recognize her. No guns in sight, he observes quickly. Actually, nothing notable on this woman screams danger, and that makes Joel calm down a bit.

She eyes him on the couch and their eyes meet. A bright shade of blue eyes pierce on his. But the visual contact is broken in seconds when her eyes move to the little girl.

Her tone is disapproving, but the woman's expressions are relaxed and she doesn't seem to be genuinely mad. "What did I told you, Ellie?"

But the kid - Ellie, he's safe to assume now. Daniela his ass. - doesn't seem so willing to confirm what exactly she disobeyed. She hides her arms behind her back and only Joel (from where he is on the couch) can see her fingers fidgeting. She looks unsure like she wanna justify herself, then she points at him "Look, mommy, he's old as Mrs. Rosenthal."

Mommy, he processes as it reaches his ears.

Not every child look like their parents, DNA is a strange thing, he still remembers one of his teachers saying that in middle school. People used to say he looked almost exactly like his father when he was a boy, while Tommy looked more like their mother. Sarah didn't looked like him. Her dark skin and round features, as well as her kinky brown hair and bone structure, were just some of the things that she got from her mama since she was born. He still recalls some people that told him that she shared subtle similarities with him, 'she has her daddy's smile' a kind lady on the mall said to him once, something Joel also agreed with at that time and got proud of - so proud he never forgot it. But in general, It wasn't news to him that Sarah wasn't much like him in terms of appearance, and that just became more true as Sarah grew up and she started to get more mature with time - A spitting image of Grace even at fourteen, last time he saw her. Last time he saw both of them.

But looking at these two in front of him, Joel feels like he should've guessed sooner.

Both the woman and this Ellie kid have this fair, pale skin with a pink undertone. Their features are delicate; almond eyes with short spacing between them and a freckled, upturned nose are present on both of their faces.Their hair are also very similar, although Ellie's has some red blending into her brown strands while her mother's is a little lighter, indicating that she may have once been a shade of blonde. The kid has baby fat on her face and sure has a lot of growing to do, but anyone who look a little longer at them would see the similarity. It would be notable that the woman is a glimpse of what this little girl could one day look like.

The woman looks at him finally.

"Morning" She sighs unsure, barely waiting for an answer before pointing to his body "Feel any pain?"

No, would be the proper answer in general. He doesn't feel no strong and breathtaking pain on his torso - at least not the same one he felt before passing out. But the pain he feels now is more localized, and although very light, it still makes him feel a lot of discomfort when straightning his posture. The woman must see it on his face because she mutters to Ellie to get something in their bathroom. The kid nods. Joel watches her disappear into the same hallway her mother came from, leaving the two adults alone.

When he looks up again, the woman takes the glass of water from the small table and offers him without words. When she notices he's staring it a little too much, she shrugs "I made you drink this when you were out, so if you fear I drugged you, it's already a little late for that now."

He resists the urge to grunt, instead taking the glass from her hands. It's like his whole body screams relief when the water washes down his sore throat. He runs his tong over his lips when he's done, and the empty glass makes a hollow sound when he puts it back on the table.

"I hope this wasn't your favourite shirt. Can I?" She indicates the place where he was shot, he sighs before nod. It's not like he doesn't have much option. She drags the wooden chair behind her closer so she can take a better look, and Joel rests his back on the sofa, grunting. "I had to cut the cloth that covered your injury, it was necessary."

"Were the cuffs necessary too?" He grumbles, not forgetting about the uncomfortable grip on his wrists.

She diverts her attention from his stitched skin to his face, her eyes seeming so light he can almost see his own reflection in them. He hears a nasal scoff when she looks back down to his body "I bring a strange man into my house with a child at it and he still asks if cuffs were necessary." She mumbles, more to herself than to him.

She has a point, Joel has to admit. A smart precaution, although he doesn't think bringing an unknown person into her house was the brighdest idea. If he was in her place, being a woman with a little girl in tow, he certainly wouldn't. He keeps both thoughts to himself.

The kid comes back with a small, plastic box in her arms, and she extends it to her mother obediently before it's taken from her hands with a soft 'thanks, baby'. Something tiny, but hurtful hits Joel when the kid beams at the small acknowledgment - spine straightening and chubby toes curling on the carpet as she eyes his wound with curiosity.

Joel looks away, just in time as the woman gets a small key from her shirt's pocket and pull his wrists closer by the short chain in the middle, without warning. The cuffs are gone in seconds, and he stretches his sore wrists.

"I'm Anna." Anna. The woman barely looks at him as she opens the box and rubs her hands with something that looks like a spray of alcohol. "I think you met Ellie." He pretends he doesn't see the little girl blush at being exposed for her lie earlier.

(In another time he would have laughed at that, even teased her

He doesn't.)

"Joel" He responds simply, voice a little too rougher than he wanted.

But Anna is searching for something inside the box and doesn't look ashamed when she says, her tone almost ammused "I know, I saw your ID".

He sets his jaw. He shouldn't have passed out in that alley in the open, vunerable like that. That's why he always had been careful, so things like this don't happen. Anna brought him here and saved him, apparently, of her own free will - but he can't help but think what could have happened if it wasn't just a regular resident of the Qz who found him. He always had been careful not to make enemies, but with what he and Tess do it's almost impossible not being on someone's black list.

Anna sanitizes a needle and explains that the bullet didn't affect nothing important, but she also points out he ripped four of the stitches while he slept but that it wound't take long to fix. He let's her.

Her fingers are delicate but skillful as she works on him, and he has to pinch his own fingers to keep him from stopping her. A low groan comes muffled from his throat as the needle goes through his skin the third time, and she looks at his face for a second before returning her attention to his body. Ellie is already sitting well behaved on the carpet, tearing pieces of blue and pink paper in a very methodic way.

He looks at the window behind him. He sees people walk in the streets, some faces familiar to him and others not much, each of them minding their business and just following their miserable routines. Is not sunny outside but everything it's definitely bright, indicating that it must be around midday by now. Shit.

"How long was I out?" He blurts.

"Three days." His entire body stiffens under her touch. She smirks. "Just kidding. You stayed out for nineteen hours." It still doesn't calm his nerves at all. Tess must be fucking wondering where he is, he just has to pray that she isn't threatening no one for it.

Anna keeps talking "You know who shot you?"

"No, I don't." He hesitates, thinking about the events of the day before. His senses came to him again but his memories feel messy. He hisses again from the pain and Ana mumbles a 'It's almost done'. He continues "It happened too fast, I was just tryin' to get home when the whole shooting started."

"Well, whoever did this, they got you real good" she finishes the stitches like she promised. She takes a cloth from the box and wets it with alcohol to wipe the blood stains on his tanned skin around the wound "I thought you were dead when I took out the trash and found you, It's a shocker you didn't need a blood transfusion. You would have been fucked, otherwise" she almost whispers the last part, he reckons it's because Ellie is still around.

"You did this all yourself?" He fails to suppress completely the surprise in his tone, and Anna stops wiping his skin to look at him, her expressions are hard to read but he can see something gentle in her eyes when they meet his:

"Yeah, I did it a couple times before" She confirms his suspicions, and although he wants to know more, he doesn't ask. It's none of his business. But either she reads his thoughts or she's trying to distract him from the discomfort on his injury, because she goes back to cleaning his skin and anwers "I'm a nurse."

"I don't remember seeing you at the health center, down the street" he mentions the quarantine zone infirmary, but he knows It's not like he goes too often there anyways. Tess gave him a bit of hell a few times for it, 'Too big to avoid the doctor, Tex' - but he didn't care, honestly. It's not like he can't take care of some scratches by himself, and a few ours of laying down can fix the pain in his back just fine. Besides, he doubts that a Qz that barely has enough to feed can have the anxiety or blood pressure medications he used to take before the outbreak.

"I don't work too much there as I did before, that must be why" She says simply.

He thinks about these words, for a moment. Anna is not young woman, but Joel doesn't think she would be old enough to develop problems that would make her less able to work -that's something time did to him at the very moment he hit middle-age, and Anna must have a handful of years behind him. She puts the damp cloth on the coffee table and takes cut a generous piece of gauze from a small roll in the box. He looks down at his own skin that is about to get covered.

She seems to hesitate; opening and closing her mouth before she decides to open again "I've been kind of tangled, since our neighbour passed away some months ago. Mrs. Rosenthal used to take care of ellie for me a lot of times."

He notices there's no sign around indicating that the father of this kid leaves here: no pictures, no men's shoes near the door. There are some drawings on the fridge with spaceships and love you mom signatures. None of them seems to belong to a father. Anna doesn't comment none of it. He doesn't either.

"She died because she was old." Ellie feels the need to explain behind her mother, rolling small pieces of paper in her hands like a task. He can hear a tone of pride "But I go work with mommy now"

Joel is still trying to put the pieces of what they're saying together, like a puzzle he knows is not hard to figure, he just slept too godamn much, is probably making him slow in processing the informations thrown at him.

But he watches as Anna's expressions become slightly heavy, like a grey shadow covered her features at the last words of her kid - and somehow he recognizes it. That look was the same he found in the mirror too many times before. High-pitched little cry at the bottom of his ear because he took too damn long to figure some diapers can cause rash if your baby has sensitive skin. Or when he realized his effort still wasn't enough to fill Sarah's heart when she watched MamaMia on their TV, his seven year old girl trying so hard not to tear up while mumbling "It's not fair that all girls have moms and I don't", miserably innocent words ringing on his ears when he went to the bathroom after comforting her. Hands resting on the sink counter and his yes burning on their own reflection: Guilt, Shame, failure. Unable to make things better for him and his kid, just like he's unable to give her a mama. He felt like a total piece of shit.

Watching these same things blow in the face of this unknown woman makes something strangely uncomfortable poke his insides, yet familiar. But the mist of feelings were gone as fast as they came, when Anna looks to her kid with affection and smiles softly - a smile that doesn't reach her eyes - and says "But only a two times a week" her tone is unbothered, but has something firm like it's trying to convince. He can't tell if she's trying to convince him, Ellie or herself. "And you're my helper, missy"

"So who stays with her the other times you go to work?" He blurts before he can contain himself, and he curses himself internally. There's something he can't put together, and even tho he wants to know what (purely out of curiosity), It's none of his business.

He knows he misunderstood something when Anna frowns and suddenly seems to be out of place for a moment "Uh, I think you got it wrong" She looks at him as if she expects him to reason on his own. When he says nothing, she furrows her eyebrows lightly "I only work twice a week."

He tries his best to make sure his surprise doesn't show on his face.

"That...." Must suck. FEDRA doesn't give enough for those who work everyday on the streets with small jobs, let alone those who only work so little. And there's this child. That's hard, but most importantly, none of his fucking business. "That's tough"

But Anna Looks at him like he's misunderstood something again. But he knows he didn't, this time around. "Not so much. I mean, it it is sometimes but" She sighs, wiping her hands, like she's struggling to find words. When she seems to find propper ones, she glances at Ellie "Nothing we can't do our best, right Ellie?" The kid nods, not seeming to be quite sure what she's agreeing to, like she forgot to listen the adults.

"Well, I think I'm done with you." Anna finally gets up and wipes her hands with some cloth, and he looks down at his own body. The area still stings although he can't see it. A generous, clean layer of gauze is covering his injury and remains clean as he moves, not a a single drop of red stain coming when he takes a short breath and stands on his feet.

His knees pop loudly in the process like he was sleeping for ages instead of hours. Anna is still standing near him, and now that he's not sit anymore their height difference becomes more obvious for him. Before he can't even talk, she's already doing it "The people who lived here a while ago left a few clothes behind and I never got rid of them. So I'm pretty sure you'll find some shirt your size on the second or third shelf." She points as she gives a second glance at his ruined shirt, and only now does he notices there's a coat closet next to the front door. "You can change there too."

He nods, thoughtful and still bewildered as he walks in long steps to the coat closet and opens the door. the closet walls are narrow but the space is quite good for a closet, smells a bit like naphtaline too, he recognizes the scent. A yellowish light illuminates the room when he flips the switch on the wall next to him, and some cardboard boxes are displayed in front of him. He enters the closet and leaves the door ajar.

Anna didn't lie about the shirts, Joel finds some of them folded and shrunken in one of the boxes where she said it would be. They're wrinkled and really seem like It hasn't seen daylight for a long time, but at least they are in good condition. And most importantly, fits him - he thinks as he slides the green fabric in his body without messing with Anna's job. The person who wore it before him clearly I didn't have arms as big as his, but at leeast the sleeves won't tear.

There is a round, small mirror ganhing on the wall close to him. It's all dirty with white spots on it, yet it doesn't stop him from seeing his own reflection.

Tired is a word that always could describe well Joel's appearance these last years - hell, even before the outbreak. Doesn't matter how he always tried to groom himself for a parent meeting or for a negotiation, there was always something about him that gave him away, like he was always a little out of place. Maybe that's why the few women who tried to flirt with him was always trying to take care of him - moms as single as him trying to convince they could fix some flaw in his shirt with just threads and needles, not so bold like that helpless lady in the way to Boston offering to give him a good haircut in exchange of some inappropriate favors (ones that he declined). 'Maybe that's your charm, brother' he almost recalls his baby brother teasing him once or twice about it. Joel never cared less, looking like a mess never was an urgent problem to solve in his life. But now, his eyes find his own on the mirror in Anna's closet and Joel almost cringes. The dark circles that rest under his eyes appear darker than usual. His tanned skin looks 5 shades paler; almost a brownish gray color that runs down from his forehead to under the collar of the shirt he just put on, not to mention how dry his lips. His whole face looks different too, he notices. All of the muscles on his face feels heavier, he already knew that from the moment he woke up on the couch, but now that he can see himself he can really see how somber and unfriendly his expressions are, more than normal

Gotta change that asshole face when you thank the kind nurse on the other side of the door, a voice in the back of his head mocks him and Joel sighs, knowing that he would have to do it anyway. Joel was never an ungrateful person, he can't say for sure if that's something born with him or if it was just raised in him. He just knows that if someone does something good for you and wants nothing with it, you should at least show that you appreciate it. But doing something good without exchange is something that was gone like the rest of the many things that dissapeared after the outbreak, his job was an example of that, and that's the main reason Joel tries to have everything under his control; he doesn't want to owe no one. Fuck, he doesn't even know if he knows how to say a genuine and polite 'thank you' anymore, just the idea sounds unfamiliar. And then this strange woman sews him up and shelters him for a night on her house and gives him a shirt, and Joel doesn't even know which of the two cards she will pull out when he get back to that living room.

But his mind wonders to that dirty, shitty alley again and the blood dripping out of him like his consciousness, and just the thought of any other thing could've happened to him a second to late is enough to make him open the door. Better sooner than ever, and the sooner he does he gets back to his apartment.

Anna is sitting on one of the chairs behind the kitchen aisle. She's looking at nothing in particular and her fingers are clicking the counter, but it stops and she's immediately looking at him when he steps out of the closet, closing the door behind him. He looks around, and just as when he is trying to spot the sight of that child in the room with them, a tug on his jeans caughts his attention.

The strands of hair covering the little girl's forehead falls to the sides as she looks up at him, her big eyes locking with his and her fist still tight in the denim on his leg. The gesture is so familiar that for a moment he wants shake his leg immeadiatly, but he stops himself. He was just about to adress her mother to ask what was the matter, but he catches the familiar sight of his ID hanging on her other hand, and she holds it up when she sees that Joel notices. He takes it as Ellie walks away, inspecting his own name on the document for a second. His mind tries to imagine Anna asking his name around, for the sake of distrust. It wouldn't be to hard, he ain't naive. She would just need to ask the right people on the right corner and she would've known more than his name or where he's from.

But she doesn't know that, he's almost sure. His ass would've been on the streets even before he woke up if she knew what kind of person she was dealing with.

He puts his ID on the pocket of his jeans and clears his throat:

"So-" Their voices come in unison, and they both pause. Ellie, a small thing sitting on the couch, peers them back and forth. He restarts before Anna can "Like you said... whoever did this to me got me down good. So, uh..." he clears his throat, feeling it so dry he would like to drink another glass of water "I wanna thank you, for your help and I'm sorry for the inconvenience. What would you need in return?" His question ends up sounding gruffer than he wanted to, and he tries not to feel akward about it. It's better like this. Better be direct, straight to the point, he just wants to go home.

(And be away from that kid, that voice on his head completes.)

Anna looks confused for a second before she shakes her head "No, no, there's no need of that. I don't want anything..."

In any other scenario like this these words would've give him releief instantly. He does feels relief now. He's happy he doesn't have to be in some kind of debt, he doesn't have time for that. 'That's great, have a good day. Goodbye' is on the tip of his tong already.

"I mean it, ma'm" so why does he says this instead?

"I also mean it." Her tone is calm and firm, but Joel can almost see something coming to the edge. Something he can't really name but is there.

She's the one who breaks their eye contact after some seconds, and lets out a deep, frustrated sigh. Before he can either decide asking what's wrong or marching out of her place, she's speaking again:

"Actually, Joel, there's something do I want. If you insist." She says with more certainty than before, not looking down but at some spot on the ground near his feet. Joel take advantage of it to study her better. She is leaning on the wooden counter in front of her, her posture hunched and tense. Her hands are still and holding each other seeming resolute, but her brows are slightly frowned and your jaw is contracted. And that when it clicks to joel, smooth as butter: Anna is nervous. "I don't know you, yet I brought you here, in my place. And I did what I did because you were hurt. Because you could die. I don't know why I did it... And honestly, I don't even know if I did the right thing here." The last part comes lower. Joel doesn't know if it's for him, but she still had her attention focused on him "But I did it. And now you know where we live-"

She didn't even need to specify the we and neither what she was about to say. He doesn't mean for it to come off desperate, but he almost chockes when he interrupts her "I would never-"

But Anna's eyes are something understanding and genuine when nods once: "But you could."

The only thing he could and wants right now is to protest. This ain't the first time Joel was mistaken for something he wasn't, there was a time when he was half the things people took him for, but that was different. He wasn't no good person, he still ain't, but even then there were things he wouldn't dare to do. Sure, he did shot the heads of a newly married couple once to steal their supplies, and he even broke that guy's leg for some lame mistake he can't even remember anymore. Tommy reminded him of it for months, tho.

But he never once ambushed families traveling with their kid on the road, neither invaded their houses for a shortcut when running after someone he wanted to kill. Never looked, touched or hurt any of those mothers or their children, although he already done the last with one of the guys who would. Those are just lines he couldn't and surely didn't wanted to cross.

So he can say a small, unacceptable thing happened in him when Anna's insinuation reached his ears. He hasn't been feared like that in a long time, at least not so directly. And fuck him if that just didn't sit right with him. And Joel never wanted to explain his past to anyone, his life is no ones' business, but now, he suddently feels like just in opening all his pages. For a moment, he wants to to tell this random woman and her kid that they have nothing to fear from him. He wants to tell them about the saturday nights on his couch with pizza and football, or the camps he and his bother would plan with his kid every summer.

He wants to tell Anna about the day he arrived at the hospital to see Sarah's birth. the smell of hand sanitizer and the identification bracelet on her wrist, the same color as her blanket. Of how he thought he was too damn fragile to carry a human as skinny and tiny as her, and how he changed his mind when he felt her little fresh body fit perfectly on the crook of his arm. That he only knew how to think that he never wanted to let go of her. (Or how he also felt this same feeling when she died, just in a painful, twisted way.)

He just wants to tear all the layers until his core is bare for her to see. For him to show that there was once an honest, normal guy in him that couldn't imagine stain his hands with blood. That this man could be long gone now, but at least the remains of him that matters stayed. Even in a broken, ruined version of him.

But he turns his head back, looking at the couch where Ellie is now. Her legs are criss-crossed making her aappear even smaller from here, and she has her full attention on the dinnosaur toy in her hands. Joel doesn't even remember the last time he saw a kid this young, at least up close - That was on him too. He knows that he probably dodged any opportunity he had, if he had them. He just never thought he could bare their smell and needy eyes, neither the high-pitched voices that came with it. Even now, as he watches Ellie from a few feet away, something stings him. From the way her head is faced down and make her cheeks look puffy, to how her fingers move with a distinguished delicateness as she holds the green thing and pretends it's walking on her knee. She's seems so untouchable, right now. So obediently engrossed in her own little world, and Joel gets it.

He gets that was Anna is demanding from him is nothing personal, but just something any parent would say to someone in order of protecting them and their kid. Something he would've done for her.

And Joel also knows that if he was behind a counter having to explain to a stranger in his house that he doesn't want his kindness to turn against him, he wouldn't be trilled to listen any empty promises of them. He wouldn't be trilled to listen reasons of why he should trust or some random person's morals, no. Joel would make it very clear that he doesn't want any unwanted visits to his and his daughter's home, and the only think he would like to hear is...

"Okay."

Anna blinks twice. three times, before she asks, seeming a bit confused " 'Okay'? "

"Okay" he repeats, sighing and recomposing his posture - although he is trying to relax his expressions a bit more. This woman doesn't need to be suspicious and afraid of him even more. " 'Okay' I won't pull no cards up my sleeve or anythin'. I am grateful for what you did for me" he hopes he sounds sincerely as he feels. The little wrinkle on her forehead fades, and he takes it as a confirmation. "And that's why I was already plannin' to get out of your hair, I reckon it's the least I could do." He hopes she doesn't catch this small lie. He knows the least could be more, considering what she did.

Anna seems to be reflecting his words as they stare each other, the only noise in the room being Ellie humming a melody softly behind him. She ends up giving him a nod, her face calming "Alright."

The rest is faster, even more so now that the tension from seconds ago seems to have disappeared from the atmosphere. The woman warns him to be careful not to rip the stitches again, and he thanks her once again before heading to her front door. He doesn't even know how he's gonna explain all of that to Tess, 'Howdy, I'm sorry for being late but I just got shot by God-Knows-Who and a random woman who happens to be a nurse saved my guts. By the way, do you know that they're going through a hard time that caused her to work less and bring her weird child with her?'.

Just as he steps out of Anna's place and his hand is touching the handle to close their door, he hears some light tuds from the inside getting louder, and that makes him stop and look back. Then down.

Ellie's bare feet cease their step when they get close enough and her frame appears in his field of vision, the top of her head not even reaching the handle. Her brown irises seem to be gleaming as she's looking up to him.

For a moment he just stands there akwardly, not quite knowing what the kid is expecting from him, if he should do something. He never had much experience interacting with people who were born after the Outbreak, and the few times he had too it hasn't been with girls, much less as young to be considered kids. That was something his old self knew. Now, he just feels suddenly out of place.

Then the little girl starts to lift one of her her arms in his direction and he stutters, his voice gruff "what? whatchu doin-" her palm is shell-shaped and Joel notices that whatever it is holding, Ellie's trying to give him. This is confirmed as she stands on her tiptoes when he begins to reach his own hand back to hers "-Oh, okay"

She drops something small into his hand when she reaches it enough, and Joel feels a strange, cold sensation run through his body when his palm touch hers. It's brief, doesn't even least two seconds before she takes her hand back - but the soft, silky baby skin passing on the calluses of his fingers is enough to make him close his fist when it's gone. When he looks back at her, the corners of her lips turn up shyly.

He blinks once. Twice.

And before he could even decide to smile back, the kid turns back and walks back home until she disappear from his sight, enabling him to finally close the door.

He finds himself alone for the first time since he woke up, and the knowledge makes him exhale a breath he didn't even know he was holding. The hallway he's in isn't much different from the ones in his apartment's building; walls are a faded shade of white with the paint cracking on some edges.

He turns his attention to his fist without much thought, separating his fingers from the small, pointy thing brushing against them.

He felt something heavy wake along with him earlier, in the inside of Anna's house. Something dark and crumpled in his guts that even tho he could try to ignore like the other times he did, it bothered enough for him be able to tell that it was there. Shifting, growing, hidden in the shadows and sensitive as a bomb, just waiting for the next big move. Like the coke bottle Tommy exploded on their garage when they were kids, "I was just curious!" was the only descent answer boy could come up with when their mom threatened him with a spanking on his rear. He still remembers when Tommy poured baking soda on it; how the powder drowned in a matter of second making the drink foam and turn white, the buildup before it's insides went up like an erupting volcano and splashing coke anywhere it could reach, including his father's car.

Joel's breath caughts in his throat against his will at the sight of the star made of paper on his hand. And for a moment, he feels that whatever was was restlessly under control inside of him starts boilling. Dangerously rising to the surface.

It was a simple thing - blue and just as small as a penny, it's edges slightly wrinkled and soft, worn from the small hands that folded and handled it with care. He traces the outlines of the little star with his thumb, feeling the weakness of the paper against his thumb like a fragile piece of innocence. Far too simple, and yet glowing in his palm, it's invisible brightness overshadowing the dullness of the world outside this building. And as he turns it over, that's all he can hear stir like a ghost of christmas past - sweet laugh gone with summer breeze, butterfly clips against his fingers, a smell, a life, a life that he left behind, but so godamn real that seemed to muffle any sound around him and leaving the chaos dimmed.

And it's almost too overwhelming, the bittersweet weight setting in his chest like the tightening of a noose, so that's when he takes it as enough.

Joel glances back at Anna's door as he sniffles back anything that threats come to surface, not realky knowing what he's expecting from it - another glass of water, another naive lie coming from a child's lips, or maybe another bullet, this one straight to his heart so it gets hollow and feels less like an anchor, dragging him in waters he didn't wanted to swim to begin with.

Finally, he ends up choosing to tucking the paper on his shirt, swallowing hard and turning to walk towards the stairs that seem to unfold down easily against his decided steps. He just notices he's walking too fast when the floors dissapear behind him and he's already facing the street, the cold bite of the wind chilling his warm body beneath his clothes.

He walks home with the star burning a hole on his shirt's pocket and a tingling sensation where Ellie's hand touched.

#the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #sarah miller #joel miller #bella ramsey #sarah tlou #tlou hbo #tommy miller tlou #ellie and joel #the last of us 2 #pedro pascal #anna williams #anna williams tlou

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blackicephantom · 5 months ago

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A Divine Taste IV

Almost two weeks passed since that “incident” in his apartment and not even a single word from the one involved. It was as if said male was….. avoiding him, which made something in his chest hurt. HIs actual wound healed nicely, almost completely gone now, and Gepard was FINALLY allowed to start work again. Even if it were just light tasks for now, it was way better than sitting alone in his home and wallowing in missed opportunities and missing a certain blue haired scammer.

Being back on patrol gave him the time to think about whatever has happened there. Yes, Sampo had been a little forceful, but he had not hurt him, not even once! Neither his hand that pinned his own, nor the one that had been around his thigh had caused him any pain. So why did he suddenly keep his distance? And it didn’t help that he always saw flashes of blue and green in the shadows of the alleyways or just around the corners of the buildings. The first few times he tried to chase these flashes, only to come up with nothing, no footprints, no traces. Nothing. Just like always when it comes to Sampo.

So he gave up after the fifth time this happened. It was unusual for him, yes even unheard of, but he just couldn’t keep this up. For once in his young life, he couldn’t take the feeling that welled up inside him: something sharp and yet hollow, something that borrowed deep and refused to let go again. It suspiciously felt like a rejection…..

Lost in his tumultuous thoughts the blond just walked ahead, knowing that his fellow soldiers were under strict orders from Bronya to keep a close eye on him. Ridiculous in his opinion, but his men took pride in this opportunity and were even more vigilant than usual, so he let them be. It was even quite amusing on some days if he was honest. A spark from the right caught his attention, somewhere right between two buildings of the Administrative District. It was the same as all the other times, the feelings of eyes that followed his every movement only noticeable due to their unique color. Clenching his fists he swallowed the impulse to turn completely and looked straight ahead. If the criminal wanted someone to play with he would have to look for someone else, because Gepard had thought they had left these little games behind after all these years. `Guess I was the only one….´ Ignoring the disappointment he shook his head and just kept marching forward, not even the lively chatter and jokes of his soldiers able to quell the creeping loneliness and that feeling that he had done something wrong.

Hidden in the shadows the lean figure of Sampo Koski lent against the cold brick wall, his head hitting it with an audible thud. In all of his years he had been many things, yet he never knew himself to be such a coward. He has learned to be almost anything he needed to be, did everything just to blend in, only to falter when it comes to one very pretty Captain of a hopeless and icy planet.

After his absolute loss of control he was afraid of facing the blond again. Too deep sat his shame and too real the chance of it happening again. Not even locking himself away in one of his more secluded hideouts had doused the flame Gepard had lit inside him. And just like the first time, he couldn’t forget what he felt like: solid muscles and soft skin, all so very warm to the touch. The rich and fulfilling taste of his red flowing ambrosia, not to mention all the sounds…. Groaning at the memories, Sampo looked one last time around the corner, guilt eating at his rather dubious consciousness. He may be a vampire and a Masked Fool, but he was neither blind nor stupid, thank you very much. He saw the longing gazes, that brief glimmer of hope when he was spotted, as well as the disappointment and frustration everytime the younger found nothing but a deadend. But no matter how much he loved the attention and their regular cat-and-mouse game, he refused to be the cause of any kind of pain for the captain. `Oh, what hypocrisy. You don’t want to hurt your precious little human, but what about the pain you see in his beautiful eyes everytime you run away?´ Ignoring the annoying little voice in his head, he stepped away from the wall and went in the opposite direction of the guards. There are still deals to be made and people to scam after all.

Walking away he still tried to tell himself that it was for the better, no matter what his instincts and his poor heart were telling him.

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Another two weeks went by without even a single interaction between them. Sure, Sampo was still very active in his business, still leading them on and fooling them, but even his men had noticed that something was different. While the usual patrol would at least catch a glimpse of the merchant, there was not even a single trace of him when their captain was even remotely close to the area. But no one was brave enough to actually ask about it, not even Dunn or Serval.

It’s not like they haven’t tried, because they did. But Gepard’s reaction had been….. a little far to the negative side of things. To say the least. Dunn refused to talk about what happened, his eyes slightly haunted, scaring the rest of the force. And the older Landau was simply shot down before she could even properly ask. `Everything’s ok Sis.´ or `Nothing happened Serval.´ It irked her to no end, but if she tried to force an answer her little brother would simply shut down, which would be counterproductive. So the only choice was finding the one responsible, which was no less difficult. So the older blond just kept on watching, mumbling something about stubborn idiots with a wide variety of curses.

This damned charade kept going and going, slowly driving both parties mad and insane:

Gepard, the ever steadfast and unbreakable shield of Belobog, the esteemed Captain of the Silvermane Guards, grew restless and cold. He was still polite and professional, as was expected of him, but there was less light in his eyes and he was visibly exhausted from days upon days of neverending work.

Sampo, self proclaimed merchant, professional scammer and unofficial member of Wildfire had trouble containing his bloodlust. If a deal went south he drew more blood then a few weeks ago and his thirst could not be quenched, no matter how much water, wine or blood he drank. The blood of the faceless strangers smelled disgusting and tasted even worse, he was not as careful and not nearly as gentle.

But while the Captain was kept in the dark, the vampire knew exactly what was going on, having informants in the fort and in the guards and all that. And that made his guilt and worry grow. The worst days were the one the younger returned from the snowplains and the frontline: obviously exhausted, no surprises there. But ever since returning to duty he got hurt more often than before. And everytime he would look around, as if looking for someone, only to shake his head and march off to the medics.

You don’t have to be a genius to figure out what’s going on, yet the blue haired male did not reciprocate.

He would watch the wounds bleed, would follow the blood's path greedily with burning eyes, but would not approach. Close, yet ever out of reach.

A whole month after everything, another return from the endless battle that still raged outside of Belobogs safe walls and Gepard had enough. He was tired, frustrated, sad, confused and so much more, slowly drowning in the monotony of his duty and of blaming himself, fed up with all the questions everybody was asking him. Yes, he knew that Bronya, Pela and Serval were merely worried for his well being. But that didn’t mean he had to like their attempt of meddling in his personal affairs. Just after another bout of questioning from said females, Serval still screaming for him to `Wait a second Geppie!´, he just stormed off into the cold waiting outside the fort. No matter how gentle the questions were asked, they were getting rather intrusive, even if the Supreme Guardian herself was the one to ask. And he made that fact known:

“That is a very private thing to ask, Madame Guardian.” He knew that his tone was not really appropriate, but there are still some limits, especially after the whole thing with Cocolia.

Pissed beyond most reason, Gepard just kept on walking without any destination in mind. The crisp and cold air bit into his face and the still falling snow started to obscure his vision, yet he still kept going, wanting to be away from everything, if just for an hour or so. And so his trained legs took him to one of the Silvermane camps just outside of Belobog, not quite on the frontlines but also not quite in the safezone. Another plus was the fact that there was almost no one there and that his presence was nothing unusual either.

Exhausted, the blond sat down on the first space available, not caring that the snow would slowly soak through his uniform pants and even the thermal wear underneath. Leaning forward he put his elbows on his knees and just……breathed. For this short moment he just wanted to exist in the quiet that surrounded him, for once not bothering to put up the facade of the ever perfect Captain. One deep breath, two deep breaths, three, four, five….. In and out, in and out. Again and again and again. He ignored anything around him for the moment, even the light crystals starting to crawl up his boots as well as the white mist he started to breathe out. He was an ice user, his shields the most solid ice one could find on this planet, and he was used to the cold anyway.

The blond didn’t know for how long he just sat there, did not really care about it either, just that it was long enough for a light sheen of frost to cover his hair and parts of his uniform. Sighing he finally sat up straight, frost flaking off of him, aware that there was another presence in his vicinity. He knew that looking around was unnecessary, for the one hidden in the shadows would not step out of them, so he didn’t even try. Still…… Those eyes bore into him, rekindling the irritation he wanted to leave behind in the first place.

“Not out scamming innocents today, Koski?” was the first thing out of his mouth. Sure, it wasn’t even close to what he truly wanted to say to the other male. But he was just so done with this shit. And, like every other time nothing came back, even after another few minutes. Snorting at his own desperation he looked up into the gloomy sky, ignoring the single wet trail that slid down his cheek. “You were oh so worried for me just weeks ago. And now? Now you wouldn’t even approach me.” The last part was whispered, yet rang unbearably loud in the stillness around him. Another sigh and the blond simply deflated. He was angry, he was frustrated, he wanted to see Sampo, banter with him, laugh at his stupid antics. But most obvious: he was just bone deep exhausted. So his brain started to shut down, only leaving him with all of his raw emotions and no filter. “Had I known this would be the outcome, I wouldn’t have asked you to visit me that day. I should have taken Serval's word for your well being, instead of following the selfish urge to see for myself.” The following chuckle sounded hollow and carried an unhealthy amount of self-loathing.

Unseen in the shadows the vampire clenched his fist and his teeth, trying to keep in control and not to fall on his knees before this beauty of a human and beg for forgiveness. Sampo knew that Gepard rarely wanted for anything, being raised in one of the biggest and well known noble houses of Belobog one reason and being unbelievingly duty bound another. He knew enough about the Landau siblings' circumstances to realize he had said that last part deliberately, which tugged on his heartstrings. But what the other said next pulled the rug out under his feet. “Not even that new little tic you found so amusing comforts me anymore. I’m not the only one after all, am I? Nothing special, just one of many to fall for Sampo Koskis many charms.” Another little laugh, even more bitter than the last and slightly choked.

“Just one of many-” echoed in his head and left him frozen in place. Was that truly what the blonde thought? `Of course. You have done nothing to prove him wrong after all.´ Sampo really, really started to dislike his own inner voice…. As well as the sound of Gepard’s soft sobs. And yet he still didn’t move, leaving his beloved soldier alone with his despair. He waited till the sobbing turned into gentle sniffing and turned around to finally leave, again, only to stop at the others final words. “I’m so fucking pathetic. First I fall hopelessly for the bloodsucking scammer, hoping for something more only to get those hopes cruelly crushed. And then I start to talk to myself.”

Wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks Gepard stood, waited just another second, the last glimmer of hope dying in his chest and went on his way home. This night, he would wallow in his misery and embrace the pain of the blatant rejection. He…..didn’t know what he was hoping for. But whatever it was: it had to be something more than this damned silence. It hurts so deep, even worse than the injury that had started all this. Remembering their closeness of that day almost made him cry again. He wanted to claw the skin open again, wanted to see if that would change something. But he was a grown man, he would NOT go down that very dark path and he could take Sampo’s decision with dignity. SO he took one step after another and hoped that his final whisper was not heard at the end.

“How about we just go back to the beginning? Back to just being a criminal and a captain? Would you talk to me then?”

Again, no answer.

Just the clinking of his armor and the rushing winds accompanied him on his way back. Desperately trying to ignore the agonizing pain of his broken heart, Captain Gepard Landau mourned a relationship that was never meant to be.

#fanfic #hsr #sampard #sampo x gepard #divine taste #i dont know why

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wannaeatramyeon · 2 years ago

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Johan/Mira/Zack Reunion

Inspired by @mymxnfgh and @the-razy-pie-rope. Haven't been able to stop thinking about this scene and my own HC. Not sure if I've quite hit the right tone but this has been in my head constantly. Wishful thinking that PTJ isn't going to drag this out for a hundred more chapters...

Johan is rescued and recuperating in hospital

Johan finds himself waking up to blinding lights and deafening beeps.

Was he still trapped in the nightmare with the Workers? Kept half alive, stuck in the hellish limbo between life and death?

Regrets usually overwhelm his moments of semi-consciousness. Leaving his mother behind, to suffer on her own. Leaving Eden and Miro, thinking their master has abandoned them. Leaving Zack and Mira, treading this path of solitude.

Half thoughts would form and disappear before he could fully grasp on to them. But the loneliness and sadness he recalls clearly, could recall clearly for years.

Even as he now tries to open his eyes, they remain unfocused. He lifts his hands to rub at them, and can't relish the freedom that he is no longer strapped down. His brain too cloudy and hazy, not yet processing anything in the present.

"Johan?" a female voice calls out to him, one that he used to so fondly think of. Alas, just another trick of the mad scientist's drugs.

"I'll go get the doctor," A chair scrapes and he remembers self-assured footsteps that used to sound like that too.

Johan goes back under.

Hushed voices awaken him.

This time, Johan manages to see the outline of his two friends by the end of his bed. Another hallucination? They don't really look anything like how he sees them in his mind's eye.

Mira is older, her hair longer. Bags hang heavy under her eyes, and her face blotchy and tear-stained. Like she hasn't been at peace for days, maybe weeks.

And that's Zack? His hair is dishevelled, like he ran his hands one too many times through it. This Zack has seen better days, his clothes are rumpled and wrinkled. And he now wears so many more visible scars than Johan remembers.

Mira is the one that first notices Johan's confused and conscious eyes.

"Fuck. Zack, I'll go-" and she sprints out.

"Johan?" Zack looks towards the bed and approaches cautiously, as if any sudden movement could break the moment, the realisation that Johan is okay. A little- a lot worse for wear, but fine. Alive.

"What-" Johan starts to cough, his throat croaky and words feeling unfamiiar.

Zack rushes to help him sit up, pressing a plastic cup of water into his hand. Johan gulps it down.

"Johan..." Zack takes the cup back and just holds it. Staring at him, never looking away. Watching him as if he might flee any moment despite his condition.

"What happened?"Johan tries, his voice rough and quiet.

"Johan..." Zack repeats again, ignoring the question. A thousand emotions fly through his eyes and he crushes the cup in his hand. He bites his lip to stop the tremble and the burning and the hurt spilling out but it doesn't work.

"Johan, Johan..." he murmurs, like a prayer. Like a prayer that's been whispered in the dead of night thousands of time before and has finally been answered. His voice thick with emotion, eyes wet and glistening. He drops the cup and both hands grasp onto Johan's arm instead.

Holding him steady, holding him so he would never leave again.

"You idiot, you fucking idiot," Zack stares down incredulously at the connection he's made, skin to skin, that he wouldn't sure if he would ever make again. The tears now falling thick and fast.

"How could you do this to us? How could you just leave us? And try to do this all your own? You just left us."

Zack's grip tightens. He feels the burning in his chest, but this time like his heart is breaking.

"Do you know how hard I've fought to find you? Do you know how worried Mira has been? Do you know how much your mom asks about you?"

His clamp now turning painful, but Johan couldn't bring himself to shake him off.

"Everytime I got close to you, you ran away. I've looked everywhere for you. I've gotten so much fucking stronger for you."

Johan avoids his eyes, cheeks burning with shame and remorse.

"If anything happened to you... we, I-," Zack leans forward, resting his head on Johan's shoulder, the tears soaking through the hospital shirt, "How could you leave me to explain this to your mom? This would have killed her. This would have killed all of us. And I would have to tell them..."

A pause.

"...If not today then someday. That their son and best friend is dead." Zack whispers, looking at him. Sadness and fury shining in his eyes.

Dead? Sure,Johan's toed the line between reckless and stupidity a few times but that wouldn't have happened, right? He's invincible. Almost. Sometimes. Maybe not at all.

"I hate you so much, you fucking asshole,"

Johan sits unmoving, all of Zack's words rattling in his brain, trying to defy his years of selfish, childish logic.

Why would these people still care about him when he had abandoned them? He had done nothing to deserve them. To earn their friendship or love. Every move he made he pushed them further away.

"I can't believe you. You fucking asshole," Zack wraps himself around Johan, ignoring any of his pain or discomfort or wires. The need to be close and stay close too great.

"I..." Johan turns over the thoughts and memories in his brain. Everything over the last few years, all that time trapped in the basement and trapped in his own head.

The words are lodged in his throat.

"I..." Johan tries again. This time his nostrils sting and his eyes burn, "Zack... I," All those years of foolishness and where has it gotten him? Gun didn't want him, God Dog didn't want him, he didn't cure his mother's eyes and his own has just gotten worse. Fuck.

The lump in his throat becomes too big to swallow, and the tears too heavy to blink back.

If he had stayed exactly where he was, would he have been any worse off? Would he have been able to stay by his mother's side, and with Zack and Mira instead of wasting all that time for nothing?

He's hurt everyone around him, thinking he was doing the right thing.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Johan finally manages. The grief finally pouring out. His nose runs and his eyes stream but he could do nothing to stop it

"Zack, I should have-" he hiccups. The words and apology form but saying them fully, manifesting them into existence would be a pain Johan didn't know if he could bear yet. "I didn't-"

"Shut up," Zack cuts him off and just grabs onto him impossibly tighter as Johan's hands cling to whatever fabric or skin he can find.

He's missed this feeling. Comfort, security, friendship. Like he's got someone in his corner. Like he has a home.

Johan finds another weight bearing down on his other side. He turns to see Mira embracing him.

"M-Mira?"

She looks at him, the same heartache and distress reflected on her face as Zack's. As if they blame themselves for not being able to hold on to him, to stop him going down the wrong path.

"I've missed you so much," her tears fall freely, running down the well-worn tracks where they have been falling constantly for the last few days.

Her warmth and presence envelopes and grounds him. Mira's scent, so familiar, as if it was yesterday all of them were in middle school together.

"I'm sorry," he whimpers into her hair.

Mira immediately moves away, and her face has never been so furious, "Don't."

"This... this is our fault." she sits up straight and clenches her hands, white knuckled with anger, "I'm sorry that we couldn't support you,"

Mira's tears are hot and bitter, "I'm sorry that we made you feel like you couldn't trust us, and we couldn't help you. I'm sorry that we couldn't and haven't done more. For all the pain you've been through. And that, that you were all alone."

No no no, this was all wrong. Anger directed at him, Johan could take, but Mira blaming themselves isn't right. They've always tried to look after him. This whole mess has nothing to do with them.

"I-" Johan begins, not sure where he's going with his words, just anything to make this terrible situation better.

"Johan," Mira's voice is firm, her face determined, "we will do whatever we can to help. I promise. Just please don't-" a wobble. "don't leave again."

He's the same loser from years ago, still depending on his friends. Still needing them on his side. And the fact that they would do so willingly?

What choice does Johan have? He nods.

"Say it you bastard, promise us," Zack pipes up from the other side, his voice holding an impossible amount of hope.

"I-I promise,"

"Promise you won't leave us again, you fuck."

"I-," Words are cheap, Johan could really say anything he wants and renign on it. But finally. Here, after everything. This he intends to keep.

"I promise I won't leave again."

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night-faye · 6 months ago

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(I'm sure it has no connection flashes of the rest of the crew having their souls be glowy colors, and those same colors squiggling over their eyes in those flashes.) Oh, that one might actually be a stylistic choice. Since they never explicitly say it, I'll just come out and say we've basically established the fact that the blind eye we saw earlier was the result of Wukong killing him ^_^ as you may know, happened in JTTW and apparently carried over into the show. Someone tried to really eagle eye this and said Mac only keeps people on his non-blind side, except MK that one time or so. Lmao, that was also the line that rapidly pushed Macky into meow meow territory for me bc villains don't just say something like that so bluntly in shows I've watched! And then with the way this episode ended? Oh, you are in for a TREAT. A terrible treat, but I'll be absolutely ecstatic to watch you fall apart and I WILL be making it worse for you. Fluffy and I have torn this Monkey's dialogue and behavior to pieces. Gotta love traumatic flashbacks :) :) :) he always seems so put together and chill...hm, surely that won't become super annoying and also painful later on. If you take a sip of water every time Macky gets triggered or traumatized in this show, you're going to be SO hydrated. Also recall his intro, "The Hero and the Warrior were like the sun and the moon" he says, while debuting DURING AN ECLIPSE. The cinema in this monkey.

All of this is so so so fascinating hohohohoho "Oh, you are in for a TREAT. A terrible treat, but I'll be absolutely ecstatic to watch you fall apart and I WILL be making it worse for you"

I hope you know I am licking my goddamn CHOPS at the idea of how much good delicious angsty food this monkey and you guys are going to give me

My friend botanicallyinclinednerd (Who I will not be tagging in this answer because they're behind me on watching) will tell you I am very often taking the tiniest of things that don't even appear to be angsty even five layers down and turning them into an emotional wrecking ball. So you and fluffy should both probably prepare yourselves as well for when I'm finished because I will be going as deep as possible on this show and especially this monkey (If I had a nickle for everytime my favorite characters had shadow motifs I'd have so many nickles goddamn) (If I had a nickle for every time there was a villain with an eye motif tied to the hero that they used to be friends with and are now bitter at and feel like they were in the shadow of said hero. i'd have MORE THAN YOU WOULD THINK)

#faye watches lmk #lmk #lmk asks #Faye answers

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thefuseoftemptation · 2 years ago

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OH THE GLORY ||

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

SUMMARY: Eddie can’t seem to not look at you—especially when you forget to shut the blinds.

REQUESTED but not sure where it went so here.

WARNING(S): cussing, perv!Eddie.

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Oh the glory Eddie Munson felt everytime he looked through the window.

It was by chance honestly when it initially happened, never really quite the intention, but who were to know. He wasn’t ‘bout to tell you that they were opened—then what—it would just give that he had to have looked. Not only that but…the view would be gone.

It wasn’t known if you would forget or if you simply didn’t know, it apparently wasn’t known either of the twenty year old senior who was watching just a few feet from where you were, behind the window and surrounded by the four walls of his room.

So, as usual, Eddie unlocked the door, threw his things to the side and took off ‘round the corner to his room.

He pushed the many tapes off the little shelf that was there, and took a seat on top of it, pulling his legs in crisscross. Nudging his fingers between where the wall and sheet met, so he could take a look.

That’s how his nights were spent.

. . .

Eddie was once more, there by the window. A bag of cheap pretzels at hand, crunching on them while he watched—as if it were some film.

At some time, the salty treats were forgotten as he tossed them to the side, nose and forehead pressed up to the glass, it fogged up with every breath. Eddie was too engrossed, he hadn’t even heard the front door unlock and shut, signaling his Uncle’s return, and he certainly didn’t hear the knocks given to his room door until it was opened and Wayne was checking in.

“Hey—”

“Jesus H Christ!” Eddie held his hand to his chest, the sudden interruption causing him to jump to a little.

“Sorry son, didn’t mean to interrupt…” Wayne gestured his hand to the window but then furrowed his brows. “What was it that I even interrupted?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side and leaned to the door frame.

“Uh, nothing.” Eddie cleared his throat, his eyes were kept on his Uncle’s as he reached out to the sheet, fumbling as he tried to pull it closed and not show what was on the other side of it.

“Hm, sure didn’t seem like nothin’ if it got you so into what was there.” Wayne stated.

Eddie was sure Wayne could see the tint of his cheeks, flushed, but before he could further counter, his Uncle spoke. “Well then, uh, I’ll leave you to it.” As he turned to leave, the door shut gently behind him.

Eddie released a sigh, hand still at his chest. That was close. He went back to the window but let out a frustrated groan when he could no longer see you.

“Fuck.” He cursed as he kicked one of the many items that littered his floor, slumping into the mattress, as his head bumped the wall—a small thud sounds from the contact. Reaching over to the side table, he grabs a smoke and lights it, looking to the ceiling as his thoughts are consumed by you.

. . .

Little did Eddie know he wasn’t exactly subtle nor were you that unknown to the looks he would give…

A/N: feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

TAG(S): @pitiful-anonymous-vampire @jessicainhell

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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How to Dom Genshin Men 101

Summary - Tips, tricks, and the unofficial guide of how to dominate genshin men in bed. ( Not really- just tips and a quick sneak peak )

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Albedo / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe / Kazuha / Venti / Zhongli / Dainsleif / Scaramouche

Warnings - NSFW ( edging, overstimulation, penetration, pegging, foreplay, bondage, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, heavy dom, punishment, cunnilingus, blowjob )

A/N - “How to dominate Genshin Woman,” is up next ;)

Mentions - @clouds-rambles I saw you wanted someone to tag you for a post with Kazuha or Venti content :) sorry if it was comfort you were looking for tho- ;-;

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Kaeya needs to be told he will be fucked. That you’re going to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. With the blue headed cavalry captain, communication is the key to seducing him into your bidding. Kaeya naturally can be submissive, but he often prefers to take control, so you’ll have to keep firm with him.

Rub his thighs while you whisper into his ear all your dirty little plans. The contact will catch his attention, and he’ll grow hard at the thought of you taking control.

But be careful.

As much as Kaeya can be a bratty sub, he is equally teasing and capable of taking control again. You need to stick hard with your decision, and never falter into his words. Keep him on edge, control his orgasm, make him long for you.

“Y/n… please… I cant take it any longer.”

Kaeya in general is open to many things, so bondage and many kinks are open to him. Use them to keep him blinded in ecstasy and want, until all he can do is whine out your name.

Degrade him.

Play with his hair as he shakes for the orgasm, and pull at his locks when he tries to get off when you pull back. You need to remind him constantly that you’re in control, that he does your bidding and that your words are law.

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The room was hot, sweat dripping down your neck as you loomed over Kaeya’s toned chest. But the warmth was hardly a bother with the view in front of view, whimpers and grunts escaping the man’s lips as he clenched the white silk bedsheets.

“Y/n,” he breathed, head crushed into the bedsheets by your hand that gripped his neck. You only squeezed his throat tighter, making him flinch and unable to speak. All he could do was try to meet your uneven pace and throw his hips up in an idle attempt to orgasm.

He should’ve known better.

Because you drew up when he was close, lifting your wet dripping pussy from the slick coated juices that covered his dick. Leaving his erect and overstimulated length throbbing as he cried out.

“I decide when you get to cum,” was your only reply, harsh and strict against his lustful desperate eyes. “I am the one in control of your needy little dick right now, so dont even try to find out what I’ll do if you do it without my permission.”

He could only nod, tears welling up in his eyes when you slammed back down on his dick. The obedient way he melted into you making you loosen the grip on his neck, slowly trailing your hand down his chest. Hand settling on his abs as you bounced on his dick, pace getting quicker.

“Cum you slut.”

His seed filled your hole, and his hands clenched into fists as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He curled his toes at the edge of the bed, knees and thighs shaking when you sank back down on his dick. He was reduced to a mewling mess, unable to form proper words.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

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Quick Tip - Touch his chest, especially his nipples. He was his window exposed to the cold air after all~ its sensitive and the contact there with the one on his dick will have him trembling.

Diluc doesnt know how to be anything but dominant in his sex life. He’s unlikely ever had the chance to be at someones complete and utter mercy. In a way, he liked it like that, he likes control better than the unknown. But he trusts you, openly submitting himself to you when you ask. Cause thats all you have to do when it comes to Diluc, ask with a pouty face and a “pretty please?” And its yours.

Diluc probably got the idea that you’d be gentle with him because of your words. Maybe it was your soft expression, or just the way you patted his shoulder and told him he’d enjoy it, you promised.

But you were anything but gentle.

Actually, he’ll likely try to avoid looking at you directly because he might feel ashamed for looking so vulnerable. Scared that you might find him disgusting or revulsive in the state that he’s crying and begging for your touch.

With Diluc, praise him.

Tell him how good he’s doing, how hot he looks all wet and hard for you. Talking about what you’re going to do to him also turns him on, stroke his dick and whisper into his ear how you’ll be pounding it in your pussy.

“So g-good… dont stop… d-dont…”

“Magic word ‘Luc,” you whispered slyly into his ear.

“Please…” he whined almost immediately. “Please, please… p-please-”

But once you start, you’re in complete and utter control.

Unlike Kaeya, he wont be able to turn the tables on you if he feels like it. Being at someones mercy is so thrilling, and all he can do is think about how to make you tell him he’s doing good.

He’ll do everything you ask without hesitation.

A good boy just for you.

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“Sensitive,” you remarked smoothly as the pads on your fingers rubbed Diluc’s cock. You were gentle, slow and torturous as you rubbed the tip and drank in the boy’s muffled gasps and cries.

Diluc was face down on the bed, hands grasping the pillow and just about shoving it in his face. His hips bucked everytime you touched his needy dick, toes digging into the blanket to support him in any kind of way.

You hovered over his quivering body, a smirk plastered over your face at the feeling of euphoria this gave you. Diluc was never a bottom, and it felt so good to know that it was you who was changing that.

‘He’s so cute being so submissive too…’

Ass up in the air as if begging you to suck his cock, to do anything instead of teasing him with your fingers. Adorable attempt, but if he wanted to be sucked off, he needed to vocally beg for it, plead and whine for your mouth.

You pressed another kiss against his neck, nipping at his tender red skin with your teeth. He struggled and whimpered when you didnt go any lower.

“You want something…?” You asked gently into his ear, holding back the grin when he nodded wildly.

“‘Ask for it.”’

He opened his mouth to say something, but was overcome with the sensation of your fingers sliding up and down his dick. The pillow didnt help, muffling his voice so you couldnt hear him either way. Feeling trapped, he could only thrust his hips into the strokes of your hand.

“Y/n…” he tried, stopping halfway. “I want you to… I n-need you to…”

So you helped him out a little bit.

Your hand quickly came to his neck, holding his face up above the pillow. It was grasped as if you’d choke him, but your touch was soft and gentle enough not to hurt him. “What was that?”

“Suck me…” he sputtered out, thighs trembling. “Please…”

You let go of his neck, instead trailing your body down. You left little kisses and love bites on the crevices of his back, noting how he arched his spine obediently. “Good boy,” you whispered when you got to his cock. You gave the tip a little kiss, “Good boy.”

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Quick Tip - Get into a position with Diluc that’ll make it hard for him to escape your grip completely. He’s not used to this, so he’ll be really shifty and squirmy the entire time.

Albedo might be a little harder to go about, but it all comes down to how you phrase it. The poor boy is so obsessed with knowledge and discovering more that it really isnt that hard to persuade him with the right words. Tell him that you simply want to experiment body reactions, and that someone suggested a little something ‘different.’

Can I just start by saying that Albedo is probably one of the prettiest bottoms out there? Like the way his mouth opens to moan out your name, but then he chokes back on pleasure and now he’s just breathing really hard, eyes slitted.

During the entire process, he’ll be completely obedient to you and only you. Asking what to do so that the supposed experiment will work.

In general he’s pretty touch craved, so even just the simplest stray of your fingers along his thigh will get him hard.

“You’re… sure this is part of the experiment?”

“Absolutely. Something wrong?”

“No… I’ve just never done this before.”

Make him sit on your lap.

I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than him. If you’re looking up or down to see his face, because either way its the best position to see his expressions. And the best thing about Albedo is his expressions.

You’re used to seeing his usual stoic demeanor and maybe even the slightest smile that he spares for you. But here, you get to see the pleasure that he cant hide, moaning your name and whining for more.

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“Like t-this…?”

Your hand was on the soft skin of his back, fingers stroking the crevice of his spine and sending goosebumps up his spine. “Perfect,” you purred back, legs widening under the pressure of him above you.

You could tell Albedo was desperately trying to stay in control of his face, but his body reactions gave way to his actual feelings. Face slightly tinted as he screwed his eyes shut and delved into the feeling of being inside you. His thighs shook as you grasped his hips, slamming him in and out of your pussy mercilessly.

“Y/n…”

The way he moaned your name was just as satisfactory as his dick pounding into your walls. You stroked the sensitive skin of his sides, pinching and gripping his ass. It was tender in your hands, and you rubbed the flesh as you hoisted him up and down into your hole.

“You like that?” You asked into his ear, nibbling at the exposed hollow of his neck.

“The e-experiment?” He began, clearing his throat as if to give you a fully proper answer.

You thrust your hips to meet his.

“Its certainly- c-certainly… I…” He pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing hard as his thighs gave away and he fully submitted into you. Into the sensation of you pumping his length into yourself.

“Certainly what Bedo…?” You teased, satisfied with his unfinished answer. You didn’t want him to give you his hypothesis, you wanted him to tell you how good he felt, how he wanted you to fuck him harder.

One of your hands rose up to his face, harshly pushing off your shoulder. Your hand came to grip his neck, angling his face in just the ‘right’ position so you could view the ecstasy dimming his eyes. Mouth open while nothing but moans and whimpers escaped, head tilted to the side because he couldnt focus on anything but the feeling of you.

“Feels…. good…” he mumbled, hazy eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

Your hand on his neck tightened, and you pulled his head up higher so you could see the diamond like mark on his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to the symbol, he tensed, trying to handle the stimulation on both his dick and neck.

“Now thats the answer I wanted,” you simply said in response, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot on his collarbone.

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Quick Tip - Bondage and toys are also okay with Albedo as long as its for ‘research’ purposes. Seeing his expressions when he’s overstimulated would be all the more better :3

Childe would never willingly submit himself to you, never willingly let himself be submissive when it comes to sex or… anything. As you know, he is a very competitive man, so its easier if you trick him into it. Its consensual of course, Childe would never back down to a challenge, so who’s to say you can’t win for once?

Tell him you’ll be the one fucking him when you get back home.

He will laugh and tell you he’d like to see you try, the smirk on his face telling you he plans to be the one pumping into you all night anyways.

But you slowly drive him crazy, occasionally brushing your fingers along his hip, up his thighs, ‘accidentally’ on his chest. Until his hard member is throbbing and needy, and he is easy to catch off guard when you make it back home.

He puts his stuff away, changing out of his dirty clothes. But you are prepared when he comes out in his boxers, the rope on his pull up bar undetected by him.

Yes, Childe has a pull up bar on his door, I swear thats canon-

Anyways, as he slowly paces towards you, lustful look in his eyes, you only smirk back. And its when you’ve pulled his hands into the waiting knot and pull the other two ends to secure the bindings, thats when he realizes he’s screwed up.

‘And yes I know Childe could probably break the pull up bar if he wanted to- shush shush.’

“Oh Childe… eating up your words now arent you?”

Tease him.

Degrade him and show him that you are in charge. That you are always in charge, that if you wanted, you could do anything to him. He is at your complete and utter mercy, and he can’t do anything about it.

Look him dead in the eye as the confidence fades from his face. As he can only acknowledge one thing, one thing only.

You’ve won.

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“You’re holding up pretty well,” your fingers trailed alongside the side of his face, scanning his features. “Pretty determined arent we? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that up for you quick.”

“Go ahead and try,” was his only answer.

Your fingers gripped his dick firmly, positioning it over your pussy. “Oh I plan to,” you whispered sweetly in a promise. “I can’t wait to see you begging for me, your needy little dick at my complete and utter disposal.”

Before he could answer, you thrust your hips to meet his length, biting your bottom lip slightly. He was big, and a grunt left his lips as he thrust his dick up into your entrance. With a gasp, you grabbed his sides, pushing his ass into the door and flashing him a nasty stare.

“Don’t even try.”

With your hands restraining his body against the wooden door, he was left to deal with your terribly slow pace. As you slowly pumped his member in and out of your pussy, a torturous tempo that even had you yearning for more.

His face was worth it.

“Go faster…” he managed to get through his teeth, “You’re so damn slow-”

You pulled away from his member, letting it hang loose and dripping. Your hand still gripped it though, and with a long prolonged sigh, you looked up to give him a stern face. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay stuck tied to the door, helpless and needy like the little whore you are.”

At this, his face scrunched in anger as he tried to pull away from the pull up bar. You pushed a hand to his chest, shoving him back into the door. Of course he wasnt used to being degraded and toyed around like this, but in his position, he needed to learn his place.

“So? What’ll it be?”

Stroking the tip of his cock hard in your hand, you watched as his resistance came to crumble, slow until you rubbed up and down his length. He closed his eyes ever so slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back against the door. You took a step closer, positioning his member right at the entrance of your pussy. You rubbed the tip of it against your clit, letting out a little whine out yourself.

“Fine…” you heard him mumble. “Please… Y/n, fuck me.”

You slowly pulled his cock closer against your hole, till only the tip was inside. “Louder.”

His eyes flashed open to give you a harsh glare, but nevertheless he had no choice but to beg. “Please,” he began, jerking when you pulled his cock into your pussy. So far that he hit his head against the wall in an act to hide his moan. “Oh god Y/n… just like that.” A whimper escaped his lips when you pumped in and out of him. “Dont stop… oh d-dont stop… fuck me… please.”

The slick sounds of squelches and Childe’s ass hitting the door filled the room. “Look at you,” you cooed, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you looked at his half slitted eyes. “Looking so obedient now arent you? Who knew you were such a good little slut.”

Childe only mewled in response, knees threatening to give in as you thrust into his dick at a quicker pace. His thighs and legs were all but ready to give out, and it was the restraints on his wrists tying him to the pull up bar that kept him upright.

It wasnt till he was overstimulated and barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness when you spoke to him again. Untying the rope on the pull up bar and pulling him against you to bring him into the shower.

“Now now,” was what you whispered into his ear. “I want to hear it from you, who won?”

Your fingers treaded through his hair as he only managed to mumble back, “You.”

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Quick Tip - Run. I’m not kidding, morning comes and Childe awakens with his strength back? Bro, get outta there before the mf decides to take revenge-

Kazuha is poetic and takes a gentle approach to intimacy with you. Straight out telling him you want to be in control might throw him off a bit, so its best to lure him into it. Kiss him and whisper loving words into his ear. Have him lose himself in your lips, your words, and he wont notice how you’re not not wearing clothing, and now you’re pegging him in the ass.

Like Diluc, Kazuha wants to be praised, hearing your loving words in his ear. He’s usually the poetic one, so how come you’re the one being so romantic and cute?

Whisper the haiku he read to you yesterday, and he’ll be down and ready for whatever you want.

Overall, Kazuha probably wont mind if you’re dominant in your sex life, considering that he just wants to be loved, and that the intercourse is something intimate between the two of you. Special.

“O-oh… that feels nice…”

Be aware that Kazuha has slightly heightened senses with smell and hearing, and has a general sensitivity along with his senses. So yes, he will moan a lot. Be prepared to hear his usual calm collected voice squeaking and whimpering which each thrust of your hips.

Take advantage of that, touch him, talk to him. Don’t be harsh with Kazuha though- no degradation, teasing is acceptable, but poetic verses and loving words will be his favourite.

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Your hands were gentle against his hips, lifting his ass up and spreading his legs at just the right angle. Beneath you, he squirmed just a tad bit, face buried into the bedsheets as his stomach faced the bed, unable to look at you.

“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, your hands at his hips leading to his ass. You softly rubbed the flesh, squishing it in your hands and molding it to expose his needy little hole. He only mumbled something against the white silken sheets, muffled.

You drew your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them to leave them slick and wet. Tender as you rubbed them against his hole, you slipped them in, slowly pumping in just to stretch him out. Under you, he began to clench the sheets, whimpering something and calling out your name.

Your harness was already tied around your hips and ass, ready as you positioned yourself over him, doggy style.

He jolted when even just the tip touched his tight little hole. You could see his hands shaking, face buried deeper into the mattress. You gently put a hand over his shaking one, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Do you remember that Haiku you wrote me the other day?” You asked him, hoping to distract him for just a moment.

“Y-yeah…” he mumbled back, and you slowly slid the strap on farther down his ass. You felt him shiver against you, thighs trembling at the unknown feeling.

Stretching him out farther, he moaned when you got halfway through. “Mhm, me too.” Your thumb gently stroked the backside of his hand as he quivered beneath you. “It went something like this I think…” You slowly slid the strap on father down. “Sun and moon rejoice…”

He gasped, whining as you eventually did manage to shove it down his ass. His tight hole clenched at the unknown feeling, pleasurable waves rolling back at him.

“Birds of dawn sing songs anew,” you continued, beginning to thrust in and out at a gentle pace. You wished you could see the expressions he was making, the flushed look or the pleasurable one. You could imagine his eyes rolled back as he moaned into your thrusts.

You sped up.

He now tried to meet his ass along with your thrusts, trying to reach deeper and deeper until this unknown knot building up inside him would untie itself. It was uncomfortable, but it felt so good at the same time. Your words sent shivers down his spine.

“Far from home,” you stated at last. “With you.”

Kazuha hummed, clenching his bottom lip to swallow down the moans and whines. “You remembered,” was all he managed to mumble. Half pleasured, half in awe.

“Of course I did.”

Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and Kazuha wished he could completely give himself to you. He loved you with all his heart, especially with how you made him feel so warm. So full, so happy.

You thrust faster, hands slowly drifting back to his hips so you could thrust his ass into the strap on. You could tell he was coming close with the volume of his moans, thighs shaking and hands raking up and down the beside.

“Y/n…” he cried. “Y-Y/n-”

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Quick Tip - Kazuha can be really loud during sex, so make sure that if you’re anywhere public, or on the Crux, to somehow keep it on the quiet side- last thing you want is a grumpy Beidou. “I cOuld heAr yOu hOrny sHits all niGht.”

Venti is quite literally a bottom. Theres really not much convincing you have to do when it comes to actually getting him down on the bed and being in control. Actually, I have a feeling it would take more convincing to get him to be in control, mainly because he likes to be on the receiving end.

When it comes to Venti, despite his delicate small form, you can easily be rough with him. Degrade him and show him that compared to you, he’s nothing. All that Barbatos shit is nothing compared to you, your hand on his neck choking out all his noises and thrusting his dick into you.

Tie him up.

Or rather, do anything you’d like to him. Venti is by no means fragile. He wants you to be rough with him, push him till he thinks he’s gonna break.

But you’re gonna have to have some hella nice aftercare prepared afterwards.

“Worship me, your god.”

“Worship you? You are nothing but my slut in bed, now get down on your knees and ‘beg.’”

Overstimulate him. Make him keep count everytime he orgasms until he can’t remember anymore.

“How many times now…?”

“Too much… too m-much-”

Make him cry and cling onto you if you were his lifeline. Because you’re the only thing he can hold onto when you’re shoving his hips inside your pussy. You’re everything to him, he needs you.

It doesn’t take too long for Venti to actually submit himself fully to you, babbling incomprehensible words. Crying out your name, begging for you and agreeing with anything you say.

Venti can be extremely obedient.

_-_-_-_

You were enjoying the view.

Leaning back into the cushioned wooden chair, legs spread and wide as the smaller boy sat on your lap. He squirmed, hands tied in scratchy rope that kept his hands unavailable to him, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you. His chest was puffed out, nipples bright red as if begging to be sucked.

“Hurry up now,” you began, your unwavering eyes boring into his wide ones. “You were so confident before as well werent you? Telling me to worship you, Barbatos.” You just barely skimmed the skin of his back, up his neck and clenching the locks of hair. Pulling his hair back to get the full glory of his face, obedient for you. “All I see in front of me is a little slut.”

He grinds his throbbing member against you, needy while his lustful eyes peer at you through lidded lashes. “P-please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

He fidgeted with his restrained hands, flashing a pouty look your way to see if it’d draw a reaction. It didnt. “Put my cock in your pussy,” he instead whimpered, moving his hips closer to your entrance.

You just leaned deeper against the chair, waving your hand to the side as if bored. “You want to bury your dick in my cunt? Go do it yourself then.” He glanced up, pleading eyes as he again pulled at the restraints on his arms. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

Whimpering, he tried to push his hips into you, his cock missing slightly and just pushing against your thighs. He felt so hot, the contrast of the cold air that tingled against his bare skin. His length throbbed and his chest pounded, your little touches igniting fireworks across his skin. “I ca-cant…” he sniffled, again thrusting his hips only to be meant with your thighs.

You stayed quiet.

Your stare only made his member harder, and he was now lost in the sensation of rutting his hips into your thighs. The stimulation felt good, but not good enough to get him off. No, he wanted your pussy, your calloused hands roughly holding his hips while you drove him into you. The need drove tears to his eyes, thighs shaking with anticipation as he continued pumping feverishly against you.

“You really cant do anything without me can you?” Was your harsh reply, hand positioning his cock right in front of your entrance. Venti only mewled in response, cut off by the sharp motion of your hands on his ass thrusting into your entrance. He was now panting, head leaning against your shoulder for support as you pumped him in and out relentlessly.

“Y/n!! Its.. mm, so g-good.”

“As it should be, your dick belongs to me.”

And he just nodded, letting you take full control of the pace as he laid there and moaned. He couldn’t even manage to push his hips along with your hands to chase his release. Just submitting all sensation to you and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length.

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Quick Tip - Make him worship you, sit down on the chair and tell him to suck all your juices dry. Degrade and tell him he’s lucky to get any taste.

Zhongli is pretty open when it comes to trying new things when it comes too sex, considering that with how long he’s lived, its probably nothing new. Nevertheless, the best way to convince Zhongli to go along with whatever you’re saying is just telling him, “Let me make you feel good love.”

Zhongli won’t be fazed by what you decide to do, no matter how kinky or odd it might be, he has no doubt seen worse somewhere else.

You don’t have to worry about being gentle with him, and he won’t really be fazed if you decide to degrade him. Of course, it doesnt turn him on as much as whispering loving words in his ear does, but he wont object either.

Very obedient.

Zhongli knows what he’s getting into, and he never goes back on his word. He says he’ll do something? He will do it.

He’s the god of contracts after all-

“Ah… so tight, just for me?”

Touch his face.

Whether its having your hands around his neck, brushing your thumb over his soft cheeks, or giving him soft forehead kisses, he’ll love it. He wants to make eye contact with you during it, always. Even if you’re the one in control, he wants to have you in his sights as he moans out your name.

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You were gentle at first.

Tightening the straps on your hips, you adjusted their positioning as you climbed on the bed. The silk sheets were soft against your knees, soft on your hands as you crawled overtop of the archon. He was laying flat on his back like you’d asked, hands resting against the sheets palms up as he stared up at you. Pensive, waiting.

You went to press a kiss to his lips, one hand at the back of his neck as you bit his bottom lip. Just like you’d asked, he didnt use either one of his hands to hold you or press you tighter against him. Just melted against the rough feel of your lips against his. When you were done, you lifted yourself up to get a good look at him, satisfied with his swollen lips and breathless gasps. You held your fingers to his mouth.

“Suck.”

He was compliant, taking your digits and swirling his tongue around in expertise. Coating them in a slick layer of wetness as you pull them out. You get more of a reaction out of him when you press your fingers against his hole, slowly sliding them in.

“Good, just like that.”

You delved in the sight of your fingers disappearing into the clenched hole of his ass. Sucking them in greedily and making a ‘pop’ when you pulled them out.

Taking a deep breath in, he hums into the sensation of your fingers slowly filling his ass. He isn’t impatient, instead letting you take slow torturous thrusts of your fingers in and out without complaint.

It all changes when you pull them out and align the tip of the silicon strap on to his hole.

Because you were being nice earlier, coaxing him with your gentle touches and peppering him with kisses. You knew he expected you to be kind, to handle him with care with each thrust. To say that you loved him and him to say the same.

Nothing wrong with surprises.

It must’ve been a nice surprise by the looks of it, because when you fully sheathed the strap on into his ass in one stroke, his back arched, a moan escaping his lips as he now clenched the sheets. Eyes wide and mouth wide and panting, you thrust in and out without mercy, watching the strap on disappear deeply into his ass before you pulled it all out and slammed it back into him. A pattern that had his eyes rolling back and mindless sounds escaping his lips.

Your hands, gripping both sides of his thighs, propped them up on either of your shoulder. Zhongli through his dazed eyes managed to give you one confused look before you pumped the strap on right back, and the angle had him crying out your name feverishly as he curled his toes. His walls clenched tightly around the silicon, the strap on reaching so far in his ass that all he could do was moan and cry for more.

“So pretty,” you commented, another hand stroking his hard neglected member. “Just for me.”

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Quick Tip - For someone new or someone who hasnt actually dominated anyone in bed before, Zhongli is a perfect first option. Will provide no judgement at all, and might actually help you out if you get nervous.

Dainsleif prefers to be in control, to have full superiority when fucking you. He doesn’t see any reason for you to suddenly act like the boss, after all he respects you and would never do anything to hurt you. However, if you give him a reason to force him into submission, he’ll put up a fight, but will eventually sink down for you.

Tease him.

Dominating Dainsleif is a one time thing, which means you have to take advantage of it with all you can. Drink in all of his expressions because believe me when I say you wont see them anywhere else.

Tell him this is ‘punishment.’

When he asks what he did, don’t answer. Just grab the hems of his jacket and throw him on the bed. Strip him bare and tell him that you could list all the things he did, but you want him to think about it instead.

And he does.

He’s always the one coming home to tell you he needs a good little fuck after work. And then you’re laying on the bed while he takes out his frustrations, and you know he doesnt mean to hurt you but-

“Say it again.”

“I’m… I’m s-sorry Y/n. Please do-dont touch… mm, don’t touch m-me there- ah!!!”

“Again.”

So you do the same with him, and he lays there and takes it like a good boy. Because he deserves the punishment, at least you’ve told him that much.

Degrade him.

Overstimulate him and don’t let him orgasm, keep edging him on like Kaeya and don't allow him to have even an ounce of the release he’s craving for. After all, this is punishment, you arent giving him any rewards.

Stroke him and bring him to his orgasm, only to pull away.

And while you edge him, whisper dirty little things in his ear. Of what you would’ve done if he wasn't being punished, how you wouldve made him feel so good. Till he was crying your name nonstop, till he couldn't walk the next morning.

Oof, better luck next time Dainsleif.

_-_-_-_

His hips bucked feverishly against your hand, the slick juices covering his dick making a squelching noise every time your palm slid up and down his length.

Dainsleif was panting, hands tied behind his back and knees tied to the bedposts as he laid there in all his vulnerability, His legs were spread wide and exposed, wet with precum just for you.

“Y/n… please…”

You weren't sure how many times you’d heard that sentence tonight, certainly too many. And even if it was his nth time that he’d reached his climax and you didn't let him orgasm, it didn't matter. This was punishment, he wasn't supposed to like it, he was supposed to lay there and take it.

“Shut up you slut, if I want to let your pathetic little cock cum, I’ll let you.” Your thumb rubbed the tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “And if I don’t, you’ll just have to put your big boy pants on and deal with it.”

You lowered your head till your face was in line with his growing erection. As if he could sense your plans, he twitched in your grip, groaning in want, in ‘need.’ Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the tip, letting him know exactly what you planned to do.

He squeaked out in shock, or rather, as high of a squeak as he could manage. His voice was still rather deep afterall.

“If I wasnt punishing you… maybe this wouldve been my pussy instead.”

But you didn’t stop, opening up your lips to slowly suck the head of his dick. Your other two hands strokes his sides, groping and feeling around his hard length.

“If you d-do it like that… I’ll… I’ll…”

Your mouth widened to swallow more of his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as you sunk deeper into his hips. He squirmed, legs trying to thrash around but held by the restraints on his knees. Moans and whispers escaped his lips as he tried to move his arms to no avail. He was coming close, he could feel the sensation grow from the pit of his stomach, member tingling and warm as you sucked him in.

He was so close… almost there… just a little more and-

You pulled away.

Licking your lips, your hand wiped away any stray liquid on your face.

“If I wasnt punishing you,” you began mockingly. “Maybe I would’ve let you cum.”

And Dainsleif was left to simply hit his head against the sheets, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his throbbing member pulsed with need.

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Quick Tip - Blindfold him. He won’t know when or what you plan to do, and that makes it all the more arousing.

Scaramouche would never in hell allow you to top him, or anyone else for that matter. He is always in control, he is always thrusting into you as you sob for him, beg for him. Until he’s not. With Scaramouche, its simpler than you think, but it does involve the fact that you need to be strong. Physically, because Scaramouche without his hat and vision is basically useless :’)

Make him earn it.

Stay away from the short boy for a long time, tease him when you see him, and deny him any release when he wants to fuck you. He came back home from a tough day at work and wants to fuck you silly? You’re not there. He feels horny one night and tries to find you? Make yourself disappear.

He’ll grow needy.

And here ladies and gentleman, is where you strike. Because poor little Scaramouche needs you so much that he might even be willing to bow down and follow any of your commands so long as he gets a release.

And you better damn well take advantage of that.

Make him go on his two very own knees, make him ‘earn it.’ Earn the right to have you pleasure him.

“Lick my juices until thats the only thing you can taste, the only thing you’ll want to taste.”

“Yes… maam…”

“Louder.”

“Yes maam.”

“I said louder you whore.”

Degrade him, make him feel like nothing compared to you. Because just for this once, this moment, you can.

Convince him that he is nothing without you, that he needs you to survive.

And then after that, grab his hips and thrust his dick into you. Until he lost count of how many times he’s came. Till he’s hanging onto his consciousness by a thread and is fucked silly by you.

_-_-_-_

“Fucking slut.”

You leaned into the chair, watching as Scaramouche thrust into you again and again with the help of your two hands on his hips. Eyes dazed and clouded, he could no longer focus on the details. He didn’t notice how you degraded him, how it was basically you that guided his cock in and out of your pussy.

But he was gone, far too gone. Sensations around his body sent him on a rollercoaster, and his dick felt numb, the slightest tingle of heat climbing up his chest. He felt good, that was all that mattered in him dumbed up state.

Your hand came to caress the skin of cheek, a sickening laugh erupting from your lips as you focused on the way he stared at you. “I fucked you dumb didnt I?” You cooed, never stopping the motion of your other hand guiding him in and out of your pussy. “Fucked you so good that you cant even talk.”

He just hummed in response, lips breaking off into a moan.

“Good,” you whispered to him, pulling his head closer to rest against your shoulder. “Such a good boy for me.”

And then your hands were on his neck, squeezing slightly to alter the pitch of his moans as you lead his face down to yours. Till you pressed a kiss to his gentle lips, a once in a lifetime opportunity where you could take control of the kiss, of him. Licking his bottom lip and sliding your tongue in to rub against his. Lips parting to kiss, his dumbed out whimpers a musical melody in tune with the pace of your hands dragging his dick in and out of your overstimulated cunt.

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Uhm…? Run? Similarly to Childe, Scaramouche aint gonna react positively in the morning. Might discard your body for seeing him in that state. Jeez… what's up with the harbingers….

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On a side note… after writing this, I kinda feel like I’ve discovered I have a choking kink… ;-;

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xiaophilia · 3 years ago

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A brainrot?

I should be answering the asks in my inbox but hear me out I have an idea. An idea that I'm not really sure if anyone has already made a fic about? Also I used the word imagine too many times. IDK anyways.

We love SAGAU and it's branches of AU's connected to it especially the Impostor Au—But hear me out—what if impostor AU but instead of the reader being the actual God of Teyvat —you're the impostor instead?

the amount of hurt and angst potential reading in the perspective of the impostor themselves???? I say it's a lot.

Like Imagine—the moment you find yourself in Teyvat being worshipped by everyone. Calling you their God. Giving you all the attention and wealth you could ever imagine.

And at first it was not easy to get used to your new title especially when monsters seemed to be more aggressive towards you than in the game. It made a thought linger in the back of your mind—If you were truly their God wouldn't they worship you too? But seeing how the people's love for you made you ignore it.

A truly foolish decision on your part. But who could blame you? Their affection for you was like drugs—so addicting yet so dangerous.

They said you were their God. You didn't have any choice but to let your naivete get to you. You believed them. You were their God.

You weren't. And the moment they appeared made you realize that.

Their true God appeared but everyone deemed them as the impostor—and well tried killing them. You wanted to help them-but seeing your beloved acolytes brutality against the person they deemed as an impostor for looking so much like you scared the ever living hell out of you.

That could've been you. The fear of death got to you— deciding on a decision to ignore them and continue playing God.

Forcing yourself to turn a blind eye pretending to not know about what's going on. Greedily and selfishly drowning yourself in their affection knowing that it won't last long.

Imagine the guilt of selfishly living as someone else in fear of dying.

And Imagine the hurt you feel when they find out about the whole truth and decided to kill you? Imagine the betrayal you'll feel the moment they start to chase after you—the painful realization of how fast they were willing to abandon you in favor of their true God.

And unlike your typical Impostor AU no one is by your side. The monsters hate you, the abyss themselves hate you—hell the world itself is against you.

You against the entirety of Teyvat— if not against Teyvat itself?

All alone in a not so foreign world— desperate for the affection and company you've become accustomed. Running away from the people who once claimed loyalty towards you. Afraid to take shelter in fear of being caught.

Also imagine if the world manipulates itself to screw with you? Weather always turns bad wherever you are—all the fruits from bushes or trees rot the moment you pluck them off.

And with no home to stay nor food to eat. You'll die a sad death. A death where no one will grief nor shed a single tear. No one cares. After all, in their eyes you deserve it all.

Also bonus idea!

what if as a punishment from IDK Celestia?teyvat? That everytime you die—you get revived? Each death more painful than the last. Trapped in a never ending cycle of death and revival. A life of pure torture that even death can't save you from?

Not that sure if this is good but—I might add more to this and uh well—your thoughts? also if you want to make a fic based on this please kindly tag me! I want to see what you make of the idea!

#genshin impact x reader #sagau #yandere genshin impact #genshin self aware #sagau x reader #self aware genshin #yandere au #yandere genshin x reader #self aware genshin impact #self aware au #brainrot!#...if this flops delete this from ur mind #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #Anyway Back to answering asks~

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ackermansimper · 3 years ago

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If you caught the Ackermans blushing

(Kenny, Levi, Mikasa)

Kenny

If you saw Kenny blushing and tried teasing him for it he would probably lower his hat in embarrassment and tell you to shut the hell up

-If you are wondering why then it could be from many things. He usually doesn't blush all that often but he might end up blushing on accident if you flirt with him to the point where he isn't thinking of it as a joke anymore and thinks you're being serious but it could be other things.

-He wouldn't blush for tons of reasons though. He wouldn't really blush if you held his hand or said how much you admired him.

-All that could happen after you noticed him blushing is either him slicing your throat or blushing more if you don't stop teasing

-He wouldn't blush at just anyone though. It would have to be someone he's close with. Like a crush he has had for a while but I doubt he would just blush at some simple stranger paying him a complement.

-On that note, if by for some miracle you make him blush from a complement, I think he'd blush because he most likely wouldn't recieve complements often. I mean, who would complement a killer. How would you do that? Complement their killing skills?

-He would probably try to blame the blushing on something else like the sun or some other dumb crap excuse.

-Another thing I think he might blush a bit over is the things you do. He might find it hot if you're killing someone ruthlessly or he might find it cute how much you love ice cream. It could be just about any dumb thing you do that might make his cheeks go a bit red.

-He will deny ever blushing and if you try to tell anybody else he won't hesitate to threaten you or put a knife to your neck.

-Soon he'd probably think 'fuck it' and just start flirting with you intensely because he'll think you know about his crush just because you noticed his blush

-Overall I think Kenny just gives me tsundere vibes with the blushing situation but could also try turning the situation around and flirting.

Levi

-He definitely won't blush often and definitely won't blush for just anybody. They'd have to be close to him. Maybe a really close friend he has had eyes on for a bit or maybe his s/o but I'll keep this to you being a veryyy close friend

-Complements could make him blush hardly if it's by his crush. He would also blush everytime he sees you if you're his crush because.. he's Levi. Humanity's strongest soldier who will start blushing and stuttering around his crush.

-If you happen to notice his blush and tease him he will get super nervous. He will stutter even more than before if he thinks you know about his little (big) crush on you since you noticed his blushing cheeks

-i definitely think he'd try to ignore it, deny it, or change the subject. He'd probably be really bad at changing the subject though and once he realizes that, he'll try to find an excuse to leave and get himself back together

-He might be praising himself for getting a sentence out without stuttering but deep down he will wonder if he's blushing like the time you teased him for it

-Knowing you saw him blush will bother him a lot so he'll mostly look away or not face you while talking

-He will keep avoiding times to talk to you, especially if he can feel his face heating up.

-But if he knows you don't want him to be avoiding you then he will try coming up with excuses in case he happens to blush in front of you. He'd probably be the type to use the excuse of his face is always like that, you're color blind, or he'd blame it on the sun

-Im sorry but Levi is the type to cover his face with his hands if you see him

-Overall he will probably just keep denying you ever saw him blush and if you both ever got together and he blushes he'll be a bit more confident to not deny it but will still tell you to shut up.

Mikasa

-If you mentioned anytime you saw her blush or about how she's blushing at the moment she'll probably try changing the subject or will just pick you up and throw you somewhere you can't see her. She'll either do that or just ignore it. She wouldn't even try denying it because she's certain that it's true

-If you teased her for it she'd probably look down blushing a bit more but try changing the subject and I think she would somehow get your attention somewhere else instead of her face. She'd be a good subject changer

-She'd not care too much that you saw her blush but sometimes will ask Armin if she is blushing or blushed while talking to you

-When Mikasa blushes it might be from a complement from you or your praises but it could even be just you hugging her and holding on for a while.

-Anything that you do to make her blush won't make her uncomfortable. In fact she wouldn't care if she blushed more in front of you, she'd just want you to keep doing what you were doing

-She wouldn't be too obvious with her feelings but at the same time people can tell with how protective she gets and when she blushes it just makes it crystal clear that you're more than a friend to her.

-She wouldn't blush from just seeing you. It'd have to actually be for a reason. Yes she'd blush from you being touchy or with your words but sometimes it can be if you both are in trouble.

-One thing that'd really make her blush a lot is if she ever confesses to you. I think she'd pour her whole heart into the confession and wouldn't care how much she was blushing

-Overall she's a damn sweetheart who can be cold. She probably just doesn't care if you see her blush since she's convinced you already knows about her feelings

♥ Thanks for reading ♥

Sorry for barely posting any Headcanons. I've been focusing on writing ff 💕

#kenny ackerman #kenny ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x y/n #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x y/n

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mlm-writer · 3 years ago

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Rutterly Filled (Omega!Wei Wuxian x Alpha!Male!Reader)

Pairing: Omega!Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying (The Untamed ver.) x Alpha!Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 3416 POV: Second Summary: You have not had a rut ever since you have been captures with the other Wens. Now things are going well on Burial Mounds, your body decides it is time. Unfortunately, your prolonged period of being rutless meant your next one was going to be extreme. Fortunately, the Yiling Patriarch is secretly an omega and you two have been flirting ever since you met. Notes: This is 200% self-indulgent. I saw the twink, I fell in love, I wanted to wreck him. Do I need an excuse? Tags: Omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, ruts, idiots in love, being in a relationship without realising it, reader is a himbo, loss of control, magical restraints, breeding, knotting, multiple orgasms, does Wei Ying have a dick and a pussy or a dick and an ass? up to you!, self-lubrication, fingering, blowjobs, facials, handjobs, gēge kink and fuck or die

There was no qi flowing anywhere. The only thing that filled your ‘internal stream’ was utter rage. “I told Wen Qing this would not work without a golden core!” You exclaimed as you got up and started stomping around. The alpha pheromones were rolling off you in waves and you were low key glad you were the only alpha present on Burial Mounds or you would have started a fight the second you caught a whiff of any other alpha.

“It was still worth a try. I do not think there is a way to stop your rut now.” You stomped around Wen Qing. You did not want to lash out at her. Were it not for her concoctions, you would have gone into rut a few days ago without a backup plan at all. Your hands clenched and unclenched at your sides. “There is one thing I have not yet told you.” You let out a grunt, indicating you were listening. “Wei Wuxian is an omega and has offered to help you through your rut.”

You stilled for a second. The Yiling Patriarch was an omega. It only took a second for you to process. Wei Wuxian was not known to adhere to any stereotype or standard. It was not crazy to think that the Yiling Patriarch, a figure that induced fear and hate in many cultivators, was a fragile omega. He may carry himself around like a big figure, but truth to be told, he was skinny like a twig and if he was not such a good fighter, anyone could snap him in half. It all made sense, it was not a crazy thought.

“Master Wei has saved my life. I am already indebted to him. I will wait out my rut in the tent Wen Ning set up in the woods.” You were already walking to the door of Wen Qing’s humble hut, but she stood in your way. Sometimes you suspected her of being an alpha as well. One never knew, when cultivators could just simply suppress their second gender, making them all appear like betas.

“You have not had a rut in a long while due to the poor conditions we have been under. Your first rut in a while may be much more intense than you are used to.” You clenched your fist, digging your nails into the palm on your hand. Your eye twitched. “Wei Wuxian can defend himself against you, should there be any need. He is also the only omega on the whole mountain. His only condition is that you do not mark him.” You violently shook your head before you could agree to it. The man was the prettiest boy you had ever laid eyes upon and while you two had been flirting, you had not yet confessed that every flirty word you shot his way was truthful. The thing between you two, unnamed and not yet romantic, was too good to risk.

You walked away from the door, before you were going to physically lash out at Wen Qing. “I will not take advantage of master Wei. I owe him too much already.”

“Your excuses are so weak, I’m starting to think that you don’t think I’m attractive.” Your whole body whipped to the door, where the omega in question had appeared with a pout on his face that made you want to kiss him. His lips were pink and glistening. They looked so full and soft. Wen Qing told him to get out, but you already caught a whiff of the omega scent you had never noticed on him before. Before you had any control of your tongue, you had agreed to spending your rut with Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch. Want bubbled up from deep within you. There was no way back now.

You followed him and his scent like a blind puppy, as he let you between trees to a tent Wen Ning had set up earlier in case you could not suppress your rut. You saw the dark red fabric in the distance, when suddenly you were caged against a tree by Wei Wuxian. “Scent me,” he whispered into your face and he did not need to say it twice. You rubbed your nose all over his neck and down to where it met his shoulder. You took deep breaths, letting your lungs fill with the sweet and spicy scent that you from now on would know as Wei Wuxian. You didn’t know how long you were rubbing yourself on him and smelling him, but after a while, the fog of alpha hormones cleared and you had a bit more grip on what was going on and what was about to happen. “Better?” Wei Wuxian giggled as he rested against you. You held him close and slowly breathed in his scent.

After a few slow breaths, you nodded and took his hand to drag him to the tent. It was big enough that you two could stand inside and there were supplies inside, mostly food and water, but also extra robes. You didn’t hear the sound of a lake behind the tent, as you dragged Wei Wuxian inside and pushed him down onto the straw mat on the ground. You crawled on top of him, but as your eyes met his, you were awfully aware of how you were acting. “Sorry, maybe we should talk about what I can and cannot do, before I lose all my patience.” Wei Wuxian laughed and shifted so you two were sitting on the straw mat, facing one another. His robes had fallen open a little and the sight of his chest threatened another frenzy to make itself known.

“You can do anything, but try not to claim me. It is a little early in our relationship for that.” You almost choked on your own saliva and started coughing. Wei Wuxian handed you a waterskin, but you needed a solid minute, before you had enough breath to actually attempt drinking anything.

“I’m sorry, but… relationship?” You watched Wei Wuxian through teary eyes from your coughing fit. He seemed to turn red in an instant, his face now matching the ribbon in his beautiful silk black hair.

“Yes? I mean I thought… we always flirt? And we drink together and you sometimes feed me at dinner? We also cuddled when we were drunk? I know we never talked about it, but we are in a relationship or something… right?” You stared at him, a little dumbfounded. He did not lie; those things happened. You just took all those things for things Wei Wuxian would do with anyone.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” you immediately regretted your words as you could see Wei Wuxian’s heart breaking all over his face, “but! But! But!” He looked at you, hopeful in a way that seemed plainly desperate. “I want it to be that way! I just didn’t realise what we were, but I want to be…” There was a flare of hormones and you shuffled forward to bury your nose against Wei Wuxian’s scent gland. “I want you, even when my rut is over, but also now. Right now.” A slight shift and you noticed you were hard between your legs.

Wei Wuxian might have noticed it too through your robes, because he was shoving at your clothes. You stood up, ripping everything off in a hurry and grabbing Wei Wuxian by his ponytail. You pulled at it until his lips were around your hard cock. You let out a moan of relief, as he immediately started sucking on the length. He resisted when you tried to get him to swallow more of you. Wei Wuxian only took the tip, but with the way he was sucking and licking, it was enough for now. You threw your head back, grunting into the air, while Wei Wuxian sucked you off. His tongue cupped the head of your cock and played with the ridge between the head and the rest of your length. The wet sounds of his mouth seemed so loud in the small space. Before he even took more of you in his mouth, you grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. Wei Wuxian took the hint and with a wet pop he pulled his mouth off your cock. You would have protested, were it not for the hand on your hard length.

The cultivator squeezed the knot at the base of your cock, everytime his hand was at the bottom of your length. You looked down at him, seeing him with his tongue out, a smile hinting behind that lewd expression, cheeks a beautiful rosy colour that matched his spit-glistened lips. You let out a groan and kept a firm grip on his shoulder. Ropes of cum spilled from your cock. Wei Wuxian’s face, hair and robes were painted white with your seed. When he finally let go of your cock, your face heated up at the sight of him. A mixture of embarrassment and arousal swimmed inside your belly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered out of breath, but Wei Wuxian just smiled at you and started taking his soiled robes off, wiping himself off with a sleeve. When he was mostly clean off your cum, he laid himself down on the straw mat, completely naked and stretched out like a meal for you to devour.

“Don’t apologise, I want this too,” he confessed with flushed skin and a hard omega dick twitching between his legs. You kneeled down and hoisted his legs onto your shoulders. Your tongue automatically fell from your lips at the scent of omega slick filling your nostrils. Lapping up the slick that had escaped his wet hole and trickled down his thighs, drew a gasp from Wei Wuxian’s lips. “Don’t tease me.”

You huffed out a laugh at the annoyance in his voice. “Or else? Will the Yiling Patriarch haunt me like a ghost and eat me?” You didn’t let Wei Wuxian reply. You held him up with one hand and pushed your tongue inside, the other hand touching his cock. The omega mewled and moaned as if he was putting on a show for you. Maybe he was. When was Wei Wuxian not making a scene? “Wei Wuxian sounds so perfect,” you growled as you licked the slick off your lips.

“If you are going to knot me until I can’t walk, at least call me Wei Ying,” the demonic cultivator huffed, his eyes ravishing your body. You smiled as you put his legs around your waist and lined your cock up with his wet hole.

“Wei Ying is perfect.” And with those words, you slid into his heat. Wei Ying gasped as he stretched around your thick alpha cock, the slick making the slide easier, but he was not in heat. You got halfway, before the resistance became too much. “Wei Ying needs to relax,” you grunted as you rutted inside him, micromovements trying to make further entrance possible.

“You’re too big,” he complained, hands on your arms and squeezing your biceps. You leaned down and caught his lips in a biting kiss. Soft, pink lips turned red under your onslaught. A hand made its way to his throat and he gasped deliciously against your wet lips. Wei Ying squirmed and gasped for breath as you frantically fucked his hole open until you were slipping in deeper. “So big, too big, I’m going to tear in two!”

You would be more concerned for him, were it nog for the thick cloud of alpha hormones clouding your judgement. Instead of sounding fearful, Wei Ying’s voice fuelled the fantasy of a helpless omega at your mercy. “Pretty omegas like you can handle this,” you growled in a voice no one woud have recognised as your own. Both hands landed on Wei Ying’s hips and you sat up, so you could thrust inside him with vigour.

Wei Ying’s voice would have been audible from miles away as he screamed mostly in pain. Coherent thoughts had long left your mind and all that was left was ‘mark’, ‘claim’, ‘fuck’, ‘knot’ and ‘breed’. Pleasure was all on your mind as you closed your eyes to fully enjoy the stretch of Wei Ying’s walls around your cock. That was until you found yourself unable to move. “No! No! No!” You growled as Wei Ying slid off your cock. He pushed you onto your knees and sat down across from you.

“I’m sorry, alpha, but don’t worry I will not leave you like this,” he croaked out as he struggled with sitting down comfortably. His chest rose and fell in deep, but ragged breaths. You now noticed the redness around his eyes and the wetness on his cheeks. Worry paved a little clarity in the lustful fog dominating your head.

“Cruel bastard,” you found yourself snarling back, in spite of the seed of worry Wei Ying’s image planted deep inside you. Before even the last syllable left your lips, Wei Ying had his hand tight around your cock and stroked, drawing a guttural groan from you. “That’s not enough, I need more,” you breathed out at the torture that was the grip of Wei Ying’s hand. It felt good, but his omega hole had felt so much better.

“And I need more preparation, I am not in heat,” Wei Ying huffed back as he reached behind himself. You could hear the wet squelch of him fingering himself and it drove you into a frenzy. You demanded being released, so you could once more claim your omega, but Wei Ying did not release you. He let you cum with his hand. Once he needed a better angle to shove more fingers inside, he switched his hand for his mouth, so he could support himself with one hand while he tried to shove his whole fist inside. His mouth felt better than his hand, but you already had had a taste of paradise and this was not it.

“You’re open enough, please, I feel like I’ll die,” you whined, shortly after you covered Wei Ying in your fourth load. No matter how often you came, it would not be enough until you knotted the omega in front of you. Wei Ying seemed to take mercy on you and he turned around. Wei Ying lowered himself onto your cock. The mercy got you moaning. You could see where you entered him as he bounced on your cock, his hole gripping your length visibly. “Yes, you feel so good omega,” you moaned as he rode your fat length. “Release me and I’ll pound you so good. I will knot you and fill you with my cum and then pound you again.” Wei Ying gasped, a hand moving to his cock to stroke it. The smell of his slick as it dripped down your cock was intoxicating.

“Gēge, you talk so indecently when you’re in a rut.” You wanted to pin him down and fuck him so bad when he called you ‘gēge’ and Wei Ying seemed to know. The glint in his eyes as he shot you a look over his shoulder was quite telling. “But I’m afraid gēge will break me if I release him. Gēge is such a strong alpha and I’m just a frail omega,” he spoke dramatically, knowing fully well he was far from a frail omega. His words would have made you cringe were it not for the fact you were in a full-on rut. The idea, the thought, the image of him being so fragile and breakable and at your mercy suddenly got something flowing in you. The feeling was unfamiliar, as was the strength it brought.

You had no mind to think about it, but enough instinct to use it. With this new-found energy, you broke yourself free from whatever was holding you in place and grabbed Wei Ying by the back of his neck. A hard shove and Wei Ying was face down, ass up on the ground with your cock plunging into his wet hole. “Maybe they are right, the Yiling Patriarch is cruel,” you drew a loud moan from the man below you with a hard thrust, “and evil.”

Wei Ying did not move from where you had him. Instead, he took your punishing pace with the prettiest moans you ever had the honour of hearing. His voice filled the tent with a symphony of pleasure, which only grew louder when you pressed inside and your knot slipped in. Wei Ying screamed in pleasure and pain as you slotted the two of you together and filled him up with your hot seed.

Still, it was not enough. He was beautiful, had the most breedable body you ever laid eyes upon. How could it be enough to only fill his slick hole once?You only stilled for a minute inside of him, before you pulled out until the knot pulled painfully at the inside of his rim. Then, you pushed back inside, as deep as you could go. Wei Ying whined as you fucked him like that, the knot dragging against his walls and drawing out the melody of pain mixed with pleasure. He moaned and screamed about how he was stretched to the limit, but there was no urgency in his voice this time.

Everything was a blur from there. Somewhere between rutting inside him and fucking him with your knot, Wei Ying had gone near-silent. His ass had become so open that your knot no longer served its purpose of keeping you inside as you spilled your seed. You didn’t know how many rounds you went, how often you filled the Yiling Patriarch with your load or how often the omega came himself. In one final mind-blurring explosion of pleasure, you passed out. Whether it was on top of him or if you managed to fall beside him was out of your control.

When you woke up, however, you found Wei Ying on top of you. The smell of sex still hung heavy in the air, mixed with pheromones, both alpha and omega. A groan left your dry throat as you lifted your head to take a look at the man to whom you were indebted with your life, twice. He looked like he was not going to wake up for another 100 years. You tried to brush the hair out of his face, but your fingers got tangled in the silk black strands. Guilt filled your heart at the sight of bruises on his hips and sides. A respectful look down revealed there was still cum dripping out of his hole.

You untangled yourself from him. It took you a good hour to get Wei Ying cleaned up and placed on a clean towel; the straw mat was completely ruined. You had him on his side, still sleeping peacefully, while you tried to comb the tangles carefully out of his hair. You were almost done when you noticed him stir. “Wei Ying?” You called out softly, hand shooting for the waterskin. You held it to his lips. “Don’t move; drink first.” To your surprise, he obeyed. He tried to sit up, but winced. You took the hint and helped him sit on your lap, the gap between your legs perfect for his ass to rest between with no pressure on it. “I’m sorry. I lost control.”

Wei Ying blinked at you and then reached for the jar of wine in the corner. You chuckled and handed it to him, still cradling him close. He took a few gulps, before speaking up. “I thought I would die,” he pouted in a somewhat playful way that gave you conflicted emotions about his words. “Gēge, you were such a monster. Next time, I will use a stronger talisman to keep you down.”

You inhaled sharply. ‘Next time’, he had said. You licked your dry lips and nodded, agreeing with him. A signature smile painted the omegas lips, before he snuggled closer to you. “Gege is adorable when he is worried about me. I’ll be fine, I swear. Just don’t make me do anything for a few days.” You let out an empty laugh, relieved and still worried. Another nod as you put a hand on his head, holding it close to your shoulder. You twisted your head, placing a kiss upon Wei Ying’s temple. He hummed happily and closed his eyes.

“Wei Ying! You need to eat before you go back to sleep!”

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