#lmk if there are any typos okay 🥺

[jaeyunniesimp]

I'M A FOOL TO WANT YOU (s.jy) part one part two

pairing: badboy!jake x fab!reader

tw: angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, family issues, kissing (?), mentions of food (lmk if there’s more!)

wc: 2.5k

a/n: hi loves! i was at a total creative block, but then i was listening to frank sinatra’s song that inspired this title, and a lamp lit up in my brain nshdjsjd hope you enjoy it 🥺 luv y’all / this is not proofread so ignore any typos or grammar mistakes :p

synopsis: you weren’t exactly the most famous person in school, but you weren’t a total loser either. You’d say your presence was unremarkable, which somehow feels worse than being hated. He, on the other side, was the most adored person amongst other students. The popular, don’t-give-a-fuck type of bad boy anyone would fall for, and as much as you’d like to say you’re different, you couldn’t feel otherwise.

“i’m a fool to want you, to want a love that can’t be true, a love that’s there for others too”

You’d fallen for Jake Sim a long time ago, probably in middle school, when he was still a no one, a nerdy kid. That was until high school, where his looks matured and his attitude changed. Now, that both of you are in the same college, he never failed to grab other people’s attention, including yours.

Making new friends was certainly difficult, specially when everyone around you is so different from you. Sunoo was at this point your only true friend, the only person you could count on and rant about your problems without the fear of being judged, not just a fun-to-go-out-with friend.

Today wasn’t exactly the best of days. Your parents were fighting again, so you’d be better off staying at the dorms once more this weekend, your brother was drowning himself in drugs and partying a lot, just to numb the sadness he felt from witnessing your family crumbling apart, which made you worried. Although it pales in comparison, the day was also gloomy, which defeated all your hopes to be optimistic about what was yet to come.

Friday mornings used to be your favorite, now you can’t wait for them to end, knowing everyone probably has nice plans besides you. You’re already dressed in your grey sweatpants and your Metallica shirt (ride the lightning bc it’s the best and you got ✨ taste ✨), turning on the kettle to boil some water for your morning tea, when you feel your phone buzzing.

— Hello? — You answer lazily.

— Y/N! Please tell me you haven’t had breakfast yet! — Your best friend pleaded from the other line.

— I was just boiling some water, but I can turn it off. Why? — You replied, pressing the “off” button.

— I found this really cute café and they have bear shaped donuts, we have to go! It’s right beside campus. I’ll send you the address and we meet there, okay? — He asked, excitedly.

You agreed and hung up the phone, feeling kind of sad that you didn’t comply with his excitement.

Hugging yourself, you try to hide from the wind, mentally swearing at yourself for not bringing a coat. You see a little excited figure hopping with their arms up, signaling for you to come closer faster. You can’t deny, that even with all the gloominess you were feeling, seeing Sunoo made you just a little warmer.

Smile spread wide along your face, you hug your friend and quickly get in the store, protecting yourselves from the cold. You ordered a cup of milk tea and some cookies, while he got the infamous bear shaped donuts he was fawning over.

— Are you going home this weekend? — He asked, sipping his coffee.

— Nope. Tryna’ avoid conflict, don’t really wanna see my parents right now. Nor my brother. — You answered looking down to the cup you were holding.

— Hm, I see… You never talk about your brother, though, I don’t even know his name! — He argued.

— Yeah… We’re very different people, and he pretends he’s an only child to his friends, so I might as well just don’t give him that type of attention to mine. — You replied, annoyed.

— Why does he do that?! — His mouth was almost theatrically open, in utter shock.

— I don’t know — You shrugged — He puts on this facade, pretending to be someone he’s not, I guess that includes pretending our family isn’t completely fucked up.

After eating, you both gathered your things and went to your designated classes. Today was Friday, though, which meant Jake had the same classes you did in the morning. God, how do you pay attention to anything math related when Jake fucking Sim is sitting across from you?

You were entering the classroom when you felt a strong bump on your shoulder, almost knocking you down on the floor. You turn around and see no one other than Lee Heeseung, your brother. Not alone, though, he was with Jake. Since when did they become friends? You had no idea, but he was even crashing his classes.

He bumped into you on purpose and you knew it, which meant he was mad at you for whatever reason. You looked at him from across the room with burning eyes, which made him roll his and switch his gaze back to his friend.

You sat on the desk next to Jake’s, watching your brother’s eyes fall upon your figure as you did so, burning into your soul with anger. He wondered what were you trying to do, what moves would you pull, sacred you’d expose him. You couldn’t care less, though, you just knew that if you sat close to them he’d be worried and paranoid the entire time and that was enough revenge for you.

The day went by very slowly, turning every now and then to glance at Jake, pretending you were trying to look at Heeseung instead. He looked extra good today, with his black leather jacket draping over his shoulders, his blonde highlighted locks falling ever so gently on his forehead, your brother had to be really angry to not realize how your eyes were filled with adoration when you looked to your side.

But it kind of made you sad, though. That wasn’t any boy you were admiring, it was Jake. He never hooked up with a girl more than once, and he still managed to get many, and they were all WAY out of your league. They didn’t wear sweatpants to class, nor showed up everyday bare faced. They were just as admirably good looking as him. You really were longing for someone who couldn’t dare to even look at you, less be yours only.

The bell rang after what felt like an eternity, and to your luck, your best friend was already waiting for you outside. You went his direction and started chatting, but your eyes were wandering somewhere else. He was quick to pick up on it, though.

— No fucking way. — He said, mouth open.

— What? — Your gaze suddenly moved back to him.

— You? Fawning over Jake Sim? — He was just speechless.

— WHAT?! — You jumped off your spot, closer to him, almost palming his mouth for him to shut up. — I’m not!

— You we’re staring at him like he was a piece of food! Y/N, don’t get me wrong, he’s handsome as hell, but he’s a fuckboy and you know it. — He explained.

— I’m not simping for him, Sunoo, get over it.

— Okay, sorry — He held his arms up in sign of defeat. — But if you’re in for a one night stand, we could give you, like, a glow up montage so he would look at you…

— Oh thank you, I feel flattered. — You said ironically.

— That’s not what I meant and you know it! You’re gorgeous, but right now you’re kind of following the depressed core style, and it’s not doing anything for you.

He was right. You barely dressed up properly to go out anymore, and you can’t even remember the last time you wore makeup. It was tempting, but should you do this just because of a guy? It felt wrong.

— Sunoo, I’m not gonna do that just because of some guy. — You said, despite your inner urge to actually do it.

— Okay, sorry, just pitching ideas.

“i’m a fool to seek a kiss not mine alone, to share a kiss the devil has known”

The weekend finally came, and you were unexpectedly excited. Sunoo had a birthday party to attend, and he asked you to go with him. You would usually deny or feel uncomfortable going, but it had been so long since you’d had some fun or even dressed up nicely, you were excited to do so.

There was no point going back home anyway, your parents decided last minute they were going on a business trip, leaving the house empty. Partying it is!

Your makeup looked gorgeous, and your short black silky dress hugged your body perfectly. Sunoo was shocked at the sight of you, feeling happy for his best friend who was finally going to have some fun.

The party was packed, a lot of students from your school were there, getting wasted and making out with each other. You and your best friend had a couple of drinks and were just having a good time. You played board games, despite your brains not being at full capacity at the moment, which only made it funnier, did karaoke, and just gossiped all night long. You certainly hadn’t been this happy in a while.

You didn’t even pay attention to the people who were at the party, only sticking around Sunoo and his other friends. About 4am, you decided it was time to leave.

— But campus is so far away from here, we’d have to walk! — Sunoo argued.

— We can go to my parents house, it’s only a mile away and they’re not home anyway. Please, I need to sleep! — You suggested.

He gave in and you two were quickly on your way. It took you a little longer than usual to get there, with your dragging feet and drunk steps, but once you’d made it, it made you feel victorious. You opened the door quietly, out of muscle memory, forgetting that there was nobody home.

You both quickly got in, still taking feather light steps, Sunoo going straight to the bathroom to wash his face, while you went to the kitchen to grab some water. You grabbed a cup, and as soon as you turned on your heel to go around the counter, two bodies appeared out of nowhere, one of them holding a broom, and the other a lamp (?), ready to throw hands.

You screamed, surprised, dropping your glass on the floor, and they screamed at the same time, only to realize it was your brother, who was also at that party and had the same idea as you. But he wasn’t alone. Of course he had to bring Jake Sim to your parents house. Perfect.

A terrified Sunoo ran over your direction and turned on the lights, to meet the weirdest scene he could’ve pictured. Two of the school’s jocks in front of you, holding “weapons”, and glass shattered on the floor.

— What the fuck is wrong with you?! — You screamed, pushing your brother’s chest.

— Me?! You should’ve said you were coming home! — He argued.

— Oh, so now you care about me or what I do? Do you still tell other people you’re an only child? That’s why you needed the heads up? — You mocked.

He let out an annoyed scoff, rolling his eyes.

— That’s your brother? — Sunoo finally spoke up from across the room.

— You have a sister? — Jake asked, with a smug grin on his face.

His eyes landed on your thighs immediately, causing you to adjust your dress, trying to cover yourself up a little more. You were angry. Fuming. You couldn’t care less about Jake Sim right now.

— Oh great, you’re ready to clean this up! — You went up to Jake and stated sarcastically, pointing at the glass on the floor and the broom he was holding.

You left the kitchen without saying a word, despite your brother’s protests, and quickly grabbed Sunoo’s arm and led him to your bedroom.

— So you never bothered to tell me your brother was Heeseung? Lee Heeseung? THE Lee Heeseung? — He asked, plopping down on your bed.

— Okay, I get it! Whatever, he’s popular, but he’s an idiot. — You answered, removing your heels. — You can sleep here, I’ll take the couch.

— No it’s okay, you should sleep on your own bed. — He got up reluctantly.

— No, really, I hate it here, you can have it. — You argued.

— If you say so… — He mumbled, before drifting off almost instantly.

You let out a small chuckle at your friends action, then poorly removed your make up, put on an old oversized t-shirt, and made your way downstairs, desperate to get some shut eye. You were almost throwing yourself down on the couch, only to squeal lightly when you realized someone else was already lying on it.

— Fuck! You scared the shit out of me! — You whisper-yelled. — Great, I’ll sleep on the bathtub.

— What? You don’t like to cuddle? — The guy answered you, drowsy.

That’s when you realized it wasn’t your brother, it was his really handsome friend lying there.

— Oh shit, sorry, I thought you were Heeseung. — You suddenly became shy, and quickly turned on your heel to go wherever, as long as it wasn’t the living room.

But before you could make a move, a hand grabbed your wrist, making you go back and accidentally sit down on the couch.

— You can sleep here, I don’t bite. Don’t tell me you’re actually sleeping in the bathtub because you’re nervous around me? — He asked, his eyes still closed.

— I-I’m not! I don’t even know you — You answered, trying to let go of his grip.

— I see you looking at me in class, I know you know me. Just lay down and sleep, for god’s sake. — He argued.

You sighed in defeat, after a few seconds of silence, not knowing what to say. His arms draped around your waist, hugging you, as you laid with your back against him. You could feel his warm breath hitting the back of your neck and it made your heart race.

— Relax — He chuckled, resting his face further down your neck, which only made you feel more nervous.

You decided that you should fake it until you made it. You started telling yourself that it was alright, relaxing into his embrace, letting your hands fall on top of his. Your heart was still beating out of your chest, but you were acting like you were used to him.

That was until he started softly kissing your neck, trailing down near your shoulder, holding you tighter. A part of you wanted to let him continue, but another part of you felt so used. You knew you’d be only another girl he slept with, and you couldn’t allow yourself to go through that.

— What are you doing? — You asked firmly.

— Hm… Kissing you — He said in between kisses.

— Really, I just wanna sleep. — You said, taking your hand off his.

— Alright. — He answered, a cold tone in his voice.

He took his arms off you and laid on his back, facing the ceiling. You felt cold and somewhat empty, you wanted more of him, but you know you shouldn’t. You fell asleep right after, hoping that when you woke up, things wouldn’t fall apart like you felt they would.

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taglist: @loves0ft

[pocarinapyon]

Nuisance of Being a Woman

For the past few weeks, you and your boyfriend had been preoccupied with work and it was ages since you two spent some quality time together. Thus, you agreed to set everything aside on Valentines Day for each other.

The special day came. You were supposed to go on a long-awaited date with your boyfriend but your body (cough - period cramps - cough) had other plans.

Starring : Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe (Separate)

Extras / Mentions : Klee, Sucrose, Kaveh

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️ [Mild Chili] Some suggestive themes (Alhaitham, Childe); Albedo being the only sane guy among the three (loljk what I meant was sweet Bedo); Petnames, if it bothers you; Stray cuss words; Mentions of blood (because periods!); Feeling insecure because of stains; Self-indulgent because stupid cramps and period got me absent yesterday, and nearly today 🥺 Oh what a way to start the week!

Pls. Lmk if there are typos or grammatical errors or whatever.

Future Plan : N/A... Maybe to go see a doctor IRL? LOL! 😅🤣😭

Target is female reader.

To whoever is reading please enjoy.

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Albedo

"Big brother, let's go! You've been fixing your hair for the past ten minutes!" Klee exclaimed as he watched her brother who painstakingly styled his already majestic fluffy hair.

Albedo chuckled at the girl munching on sweets.

"Of course. I want everything to be perfect. Today is a special day, after all," he explained, patting Klee's head lovingly. "Now then, I think it's time we head out."

"Hehe~! Okay!"

Albedo and Klee strolled outside and was greeted with various romantic decorations. Restaurants served special menus and discounts for couples. Shops sold merchandises that were meant to express love. Bards sang ballads of romance. Truly, love was in the air and its effects were contagious.

"You behave yourself now, okay? We'll pick you up at eight," Albedo knelt on the ground and reminded the energetic lass as he patted her head.

"Okay! I promise I will behave," Klee repeated solemnly. "Hehe~! Bye! Enjoy your date with [your name]!"

Albedo hummed with a nod. The girl gave him a tight hug of goodbye - to which the Chief Alchemist reciprocated with a gentler one - before running off to play with her friends. He watched his sister flee then made his way to your meeting spot. Usually, the three of you would spend the day together looking like a family. But today, Albedo deemed it had to be just the two of you.

The Favonius Captain of Investigation Team, for once, felt anxious. It was now an hour past the agreed time and there were still no signs of you. Perhaps he had not realized he made you mad at him for spending less time with you? Or perhaps he had done or said something wrong during the brief moments you spent with each other? But whatever it was, his brain cannot seem to remember anything that warrants your absence on a special day.

"Mister Albedo, good morning," Sucrose greeted, effectively distracting the young man in his deep thoughts.

"Mmh. Good morning," he replied. "Have you, by any chance, seen [your name]?"

"Today? No, I'm sorry."

So it was possible you haven't been out of your house. He thanked his subordinate and decided to investigate. Striding away from your agreed place, he went to visit your home.

Albedo stood in front of your door. He observed you truly were at home as you left your outdoor lights on. Did this mean you overslept? Three knocks and a call of your name. No answer. He tried again. Still no answer.

"Pardon my intrusion, my love, but I am going in," he warned, bringing up his spare key to the doorknob.

He pushed the door open and was greeted by the silent corridors of your humble home. Your footwear remained in the doorway, further proving you have not left.

"Bedo...," your weak voice called, suggesting you were in pain.

"My love," he responded immediately.

Your lover rushed to the source of your voice - your room - and found you curled like a ball on your bed, grimacing in pain somewhere located in your lower abdomen. Your lower garments were stained red, inking your sheets with the same colour.

Ah, period cramps. A severe one.

"Nnh... Bedo, I - I'm sorry you had see me like this," you winced, feeling the stinging pain brought by your period.

"There is no need for you to apologize, my love," Albedo cooed. "How are you feeling?"

You felt the side of your bed dripped as Albedo sat on it. He gently rubbed your back.

"I - I feel so messy. This is embarrassing...!" you whined.

The thought of your perfect lover witnessing you in a horrible state brought tears to your eyes. What if he didn't want to see you again? What if he realized he was out of your league? What if he left you for someone better? Terrible ideas invaded your brain as your hormones told you how Albedo was not meant for you.

"Hush, my love," Albedo, sensing your distress, gently said as he planted a kiss on your cheeks. "Please do not fret. Allow me to prepare you a soothing lavander mix and a warm bath to get you cleaned up. Also, is there anything you're craving?"

"N - no...," you protested. "Bedo, we were supposed to have a picnic on Starsnatch Cliff. And I was supposed to prepare our food. And I was supposed to be on our meeting place at what? An hour ago? Archons, I'm sorry I ruined our plans," you cried, sniffing your snot so as to not destroy your already unsightly image.

"My love...," Albedo uttered as his heart broke watching you fret over something that didn't matter to him. "A ruined date is nothing compared to your health. You. Your well-being is what's important to me. Rest assured my love for you will never fade and will only continue to grow."

Slowly facing your lover, you blinked your tears away. Albedo, your prince, looked perfect - was, is, and will always be perfect. While you, you looked like shit right now. And you both missed your date because of you. You-

"I love you," Albedo declared, kissing your tears away.

You nodded. The horrible thoughts terrorizing you were banished by your prince as he caressed your face and gingerly drew circles with his thumb, effectively melting you into his loving touch. A victorious smile painted Albedo's face as he was relieved he was able to calm you down.

"My love, I understand the pain makes it difficult but please try to relax. You don't have to worry about a thing. Please, as your lover, let me take care of you."

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Alhaitham

"Alhaitham," Kaveh called, popping in front of the muscular man out of nowhere. The blonde then sniffed his roommate causing Alhaitham to retract. "Is that actually perfume on you?? Wait! Of course! It's Valentines Day! Ugh! Don't tell me you're planning to have sex here tonight? Frankly, I don't want to hear you guys shagging."

Alhaitham rolled his eyes at his guest's peculiar actions. Obviously he wanted to score. The last time you and Alhaitham did the deed was a month ago - and that was a quickie because you had fieldwork to do. After that, he couldn't help but crave for more. Today was, after all those excruciating lonely nights, finally the day he would indulge himself in your warmth after your modest lunch.

"What of it if I bring [your name] home?"

"Ugh! I know what will happen when you bring her home. You're going to take her directly into your room, banging and fucking her until all Teyvat knows your name."

"Hmph. That's a perverted imagination you have right there. I'd advise you to stop thinking about my girlfriend like that. Also. If you think it is awkward, why don't you leave my house instead?"

"Woooow! Are you actually kicking me out?? You are so petty!"

After the battle of wits against his roommate - and effortlessly winning - Alhaitham rushed to your house. As agreed upon, he was to pick you for lunch and he was a buzzer beater. So there he stood in your doorway, shuffling his gift from his hands - an assorted liqueur-filled dark chocolate from Fontaine - before knocking at your wooden door.

Odd. Usually, you would have already answered his call by now. After a few minutes of waiting, Alhaitham deemed it would be wise to knock once again. But before his knuckle could meet the thick wood, you slowly creaked the door open to reveal yourself.

Odd. Usually, you would have already been dressed by now - complete with your cute outfit, fashion accessories, and make-up. However, it seems you had just taken a bath as your hair was wet and a towel draped on your shoulders. Another thing the scribe did not fail to recognize was the sweat drops littering your forehead. Calculating all the possibilities, to his dismay, the most probable reason for this was-

"Darling," you greeted in a forced energetic voice. Stepping aside to welcome your lover, you beckoned, "Come in."

Your lover let himself in your home, his turquoise eyes meticulously observing your sluggish movements. Also, you were hunched a little, indicating you were in pain.

"Sorry if I'm still in my house clothes. I'll...get dressed real quick."

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"Are you on your period?" Alhaitham inquired, aiming straight to the heart of the problem.

"Ah -!" you uttered, momentarily freezing at his accurate calculation. "Y - yes...," you yielded, sighing as you could sense the disappointment in Alhaitham's tone of voice even if he did not admit it. You did not dare look into your lover's eyes as you knew his dismay would be evident there. Instead, you walked towards your living room and beckoned him to follow while providing a simple explanation, "My cramps are acting up again."

"Ah. Cramps. Of course," your lover repeated, his tone now laced with mischief.

From behind, Alhaitham snaked his arms around your waist, one hand still held his gift while the other soothed your lower abdomen with a massage. He pressed onto your flesh and rubbed lower as to help flush out the pesky blood. In this distance, you could smell the intoxicating perfume he had on and you simply melted in his muscular arms, moaning softly as he continued his ministrations. Meanwhile, Alhaitham could also whiff the scent of your shampoo, effectively luring him deeper into depravity.

"Darling, I've learned sex can help ease menstrual cramps," he whispered on the shell of your ear, fanning his hot breath to stimulate you. It was all he needed to say.

"Haitham..." You didn't intend to moan his name but you did - and you knew he was, in a way, manipulating you to get what he wanted. So you reasoned, "You know period sex is messy, right?"

"It's nothing shower sex can't fix. Besides," Alhaitham spoke as he began to kiss your neck hungrily. "It's effective in relieving your pain and it aids in flushing out your uterine lining. It's highly beneficial for you, don't you think?"

"Oh, darling. You're so needy," you teased as you allowed Alhaitham to touch your body. He was right though: you were starting to forget the pain you were feeling earlier.

"I am," he admitted, his hands now free and undressing you. "I've missed you so much."

You rested your head on Alhaitham's broad shoulders and let him rouse your already burning body, whimpering and moaning at his devouring passion.

"Feels good already, doesn't it? Heh. I told you it relieves cramps. Wait 'til I massage your walls with my fat cock."

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Childe

Childe, in a relationship, had always been clingy with his beloved. He loved sweet embraces, cuddles, kisses, and any other form of skinship, grounding him that he was still a human who longed for affection.

Unfortunately, in the recent weeks, he was deprived of your loving touch. The distance tore him apart as he was sent back to Snezhnaya while you traveled to Sumeru. Your love letters were the only things he used to get by, but even it was not enough.

No, it was never enough.

On your letter, you agreed to meet with Childe in Sumeru and spend the Valentines in the nation of Dendro. This greatly excited the ginger as the giddy thought sent him to euphoria.

Luck didn't seem to be on his side as he was requested to extend his stay in his mother nation. No worries. He calculated if he boarded the earliest ship, he would disembark on exactly Valentines Day. At least he could still spend the day of love with you. In short, his romantic plans for the two of you were not entirely spoiled.

Yet.

The fourteenth of February. Finally, the naval ship he was in had reached Port Ormos. Almost jumping from the ship, he quickly disembarked and rushed to the room you mentioned you were occupying.

"[Your name], babe, your husband is here!" he called after knocking on your rented room's door. "My love! My darling! My baby!"

He couldn't help his excitement. It had been so long since he last saw you. So when you opened the door, he immediately pounced at you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

"Baby girl, I missed you so much!"

"Childe."

Unacceptable! Did you just call him Childe instead of baby boy? Or hubby? Or my darling snowflake of Snezhnaya? Seriously, he would be rather called anything other than Childe, or Tartaglia.

And you weren't reciprocating his embrace! Did his long absence make you mad at him? Or maybe it was because he had not given you his souvenir from back home yet?

Did you wince??

"Hey, baby girl, what's wrong?"

"Ugh... Period. And cramps. And pain everywhere," you explained.

Yikes!

"Aw... My baby is hurting. Have you been drinking a lot of water? Or do you want to try turmeric or ginger?"

"Heh... Ginger. But, you're a ginger, right?" you retorted jokingly before whimpering at the sudden sting on your lower abdomen.

"That's not what I meant, wifey," Childe chuckled and shook his head. "Let me help."

Childe then, with his strong hands, gave you a back massage as he knew you don't bruise easily during your time of the month. He started on your shoulders and worked downwards, pressing and kneading on your muscles in hopes of easing your pain.

"Mmh... Baby, you're so good," you moaned, melting at the pleasure of your lover's soothing touch.

"Haha! Are you actually horny right now?" Childe asked, still working his thumbs on your muscles.

"A bit... I've missed you, you know," you admitted, closing your eyes at the heavenly sensation of Childe's strong hands. You leaned yourself on the wall so your boyfriend could apply more pressure.

"Aw, baby! I've missed you too! Want to have sex?"

"Pfft. No. Not now, baby. You know I'm on my period."

"Babe," Childe whined without interrupting your massage. "C'mon. Just today. Please? I'll help you clean up, I promise," he negotiated. No, he begged.

"I'd love to, babe, but-"

"No buts, babe," Childe immediately replied.

He then shifted his hands on your hips while still kneading his thumbs on your body. Trapping you between the wall and himself, Childe inched closer to you so you could feel the bulge poking you from behind.

"Just today, babe," he whispered in an erotic tone.

The thought of your pussy staining his cock red caused blood to rush down his manhood. He could take you here and now but he had to be careful not to cause you any more pain.

You clicked your tongue in response.

"Fine. But I expect to be pampered later. I want a nice warm bath and another massage. There has to be scented candles and flower petals on the thub and the bed. Plus-" you then continued on with your demands.

Childe didn't mind. He'd be willing to go the extra mile just to make you happy. But right now, the only thing on his mind was to fuck the blood out of your pussy.

He would make you feel good, he promised.

Hello, headache! Hello, abnormal bleeding! Hello, cramps! We've said our greetings, now can we say our goodbyes??

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some take-aways. 🥡🥡

[meiwroo]

Scenario: A day or two into the apocalypse, and Shane is still unable to locate Carl + Lori. Seeing how fast King Country/ Atlanta, succumbed to the wave of undead, Shane already knows he can’t afford to keep looking for them—it’s every man for himself. Just as he’s about to leave the city, he meets you. 

For this scene, I was imagining a quiet ride on a rural hwy while both Shane and the reader process the day’s events + meeting. Sort of this small window of time before they park and find a place to sleep for the night. 

[10:57PM]

The stars are clearer the further you two head out of the city. Overgrown and dense thickets trailing alongside the stretch of infinite highway. 

Shane’s eyes don’t stray from the road. Bloodshot, mournful, sunken. 

He thumbs through the local radio stations one by one in search of another EAS broadcast, though they’ve stopped transmitting hours ago. 

His legs and feet are numb from how long they’ve been on the road. 

Again, he paws at his stubble, letting out a heavy breathe. 

The vehicle you’re [traveling] in doesn’t belong to either of you. But you’ve filled it to the brim w/ supplies found along the way. 

Food, water, first aid…

…

When you close your eyes, you can still hear the urgency in Shane’s voice from this afternoon. 

The ghost of his touch on your back, waist, as you two maneuver around one another in the too-small of space that is your bedroom, your home.

Grabbing essentials, resources from your cupboards, and stacking them near the door, ready to be loaded into the car. 

Meanwhile, he gives you instructions—quick, low, like he wants to avoid being overheard. 

Cubbies, wardrobe, storage, he tosses it all next to you onto the bed to pack. 

He would’ve packed your entire bag for you if you’d let him. 

You can tell that Shane’s the type to dote. 

You can also tell he’s a ticking time bomb ready to explode any moment now. 

The wild panic in his eyes as he saves you from that hoard—still jittery, distressed, from witnessing the military gun down civilians in a hospital; from almost being at the end of that same barrel; from leaving his best friend & family behind to die at the hands of those things while he ran away like a coward. 

It’s too late to leave…

…

Shane’s goal would be a love nest in the woods. Enough food and supplies to last you both for the rest of the year. 

A manufactured safe space, where he could foster the perfect atmosphere/opportunity for you to fall in love with him as hard as he fell for you. For you to be the Lori to his Rick. 

Think easy southern charm teetering back/forth between over-affectionate and friendly + flirty. Subtle, intimate actions/touches being labeled as platonic and innocent. 

A long buildup of cat and mouse that Shane is committed to. 

Regardless if it’s just you two, or you have an audience (in the form of other survivors.)

You’re his priority. 

Would definitely be an overprotective and devoted yandere that slowly becomes paranoid overtime as the season progresses/situation worsens.