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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 đđ. this ended up being really self-indulgent but i hope you'll like it as much as i do !
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PLAYLIST
đ” lost the game by two feet
đ¶ meddle about by chase atlantic
đ” i'll make you love me by kat leon
đ¶ more by i.m
đ” it's not easy for you by misamo
đ¶ 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 didnât 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 didnât know if you could have continued university, or got your life back together at all.Â
But now, here you were, currently in your third year at college, happy and confident about your future. And you really didnât 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 ârealâ 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.Â
Jake was not in the same major as you, that was why you didnât 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 wouldâve been blind, because he was really good looking. He was the clichĂ© 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.Â
Despite that, you were not one to have prejudices against people you didnât 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.Â
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.Â
â- Is that seat taken, or can I ?â
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.Â
â- Thanks !
- No problem.â
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.Â
â- Did you understand the paper we had to read for today ?â
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.Â
â- Yeah. Or at least, I think so, but I struggled a little bit at first. Why did you want to know ?
- Well, youâre the only one except me that seems to give a damn about this class, and youâre smart, so I thought that maybe you could help me, because I didnât understand anything !â
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.Â
â- 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 thereâs something you didnât get ?
- Works for me ! Thank you Y/N.â
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 Jakeâs 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.Â
â- Itâs so much easier when you explain everything to me, youâre very good at that, you know ?â
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 todayâs lesson.Â
â- Iâm glad I could help.â
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 didnât 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 wouldnât even have dared to consider something like that, but right now you were thinking âwhy not ?â 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.
â- I have a class now, but if I could have your number it would be very helpful, because thereâs still some things I canât get a grasp of, if you donât mind of course !â
You smiled back, taking his phone and typing your number in the new contact he had created before handing the device back to him.
â- Actually, I was going to give it to you anyway. Youâre pretty smart too, and youâre funny so itâs not a waste of time.â
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.Â
â- Iâll make it worth it, promise ! Huh, I really have to go but Iâll text you later pretty.â
With a wink, he was gone and left you behind with a beating heart and a stupidly big grin stretching out your lips.Â
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.Â
â- Is it Jakey again ?â
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.Â
When you first came to the city for college, you had rented a small apartment with another girl you didnât 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 didnât 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.Â
â- And what if it is him ? Youâre jealous ?
- Of a man ? Never !â
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.Â
â- No but seriously, what do you think of him ?â
You were not one to let other people direct the way you acted or lead you on to choices you wouldnât have made by yourself but you valued Yejiâs 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.
â- Well, you know all the rumors about him right ?â
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 didnât 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.
â- And you also know that Lia is friends with his roommate Jay ?â
Again, you nobbed. You knew Lia too, because she was one of Yejiâs 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.Â
â- She told me that Jake was not how everyone is depicting him. Apparently, itâs only because heâs 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 heâs hanging out with.Â
- I guess, yeah. I thought that too when I first met him. And that doesnât surprise me, he cares too much about his studies to be a frat boy.â
Yeji laughed again, detaching her long, ginger, hair from the hair clip that was holding them in place.
â- I agree, heâs too smart too, and too sweet with you. He genuinely seems like a good guy, and not every guy out there gets your humor soâŠâ
You threw a random highlighter in her direction, pretending to be vexed by her comment.
â- And I didnât see you smile so much since that dick left you this summer, so I sadly have to validate him.â
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 âexâ, 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.Â
â- Iâm glad youâre thinking the same.â
She simply gave you a smile before stretching her arms over her head, repressing a yawn as she did so.Â
â- Iâm 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 !â
You both started to tidy up the counter, putting your sheets back in your binder and your pens back in your case.Â
â- You order while Iâm hopping in the shower ?
- No problem ! Pizza and sushi ?
- You know me so well !â
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 Jakeâs contact name popping up this time.Â
jakey :Â
wow ! working on a sunday ? you have a stronger will than me !
you :Â
ahah only because iâm not doing it alone !Â
otherwise, i would lie in my bed all day, not doing anything lmao
what are you doing ?
jakey :Â
[attachement : 1 image]
just relaxing while watching a movie
itâs pretty boring thoâŠ
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 wasnât ? But how could you respond to that ? Sending a picture of the same type seemed a little too provocative, and you didnât 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.Â
jake :Â
why are you not answering pretty ?
too busy checking me out ? đ
you :Â
in your dreams.
jake :Â
oh yeah, donât worry about that, my dreams are already filled with your cute face.
You didnât dare ask him what he meant by that, busying your mind by ordering your dinner and trying to get the image of Jakeâs 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.
â- Y/N and Jake, I want you two together for this. Usually, Iâd put you in a weaker group to help but Iâm very curious to see what you can do when working hand in hand. And thatâs all for today everyone, Iâll see you next week and donât forget to tell me the angle your presentation will address.â
You couldnât 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.Â
â- You donât seem so delighted by the news, pretty.â
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.
â- 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.â
You sighed as you stood up, checking the time because you had to join Lia and Yeji at your favourite cafĂ© soon.Â
â- I know Jake. I have to go but Iâll text you later to let you know when I am free so we can start to work on that. Bye.â
Jake stood there, mouth slightly open as if he wanted to add something but couldnât with how fast you left. All this made him wonder if he read the signs wrong or not. He didnât imagine the way you were often staring at him. He didnât miss the few times your eyes flicked down to his lips when he was talking to you. He didnât imagine the way you were shivering every time he touched you, intentionally or not. He didnât miss how you were always smiling when he was teasing you, even if you tried to look annoyed.Â
Or was it only pretending ? Jake didnât 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.Â
That was why he approached you as a friend. Because at least, even if he didnât 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 didnât understand why you were like that today. Maybe it was only a bad day for you, you seemed off and didnât participate as much as usual. It should be that, yeah. That, or Jake was a total fool.Â
â- You know the rules Y/N ! Youâre late, you pay !â
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.Â
â- You seem exhausted today.â
You nodded at Liaâs word, taking a sip of your caramel latte before answering her indirect question.Â
â- I am. Iâve been running all day ! I was late to my first class because my bus times changed and I didnât 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 couldnât eat. And the cherry on top is that Mr Lee paired me up with Jake Sim for our next presentation.
- Wow ! Thatâs a lot, my dear !â
You nodded again, leaning against Yejiâs shoulder to seek some affection and comfort.Â
â- Well, all that sucks, but I donât see how having to spend more time with your crush can be a bad thing ?
- Itâs not ! Thatâs the worst part, I think that he thinks that I donât 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.â
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.
â- Just apologize next time, and that should be good. This is nothing that you canât fix.
- Why are you always right ?â
The blonde shrugged before taking a sip of her own drink, while Yeji led the conversation to how her own day went. But you couldnât stop thinking about how Jakeâs 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.Â
you :Â
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.Â
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.Â
jakey :Â
this weekend seems good, but iâm going back to my parents so weâll have to facetime đ
donât worry about that pretty, i figured it was not me you were mad at
iâm here if you need to talk.
you :Â
iâm good now, but thank you, youâre sweet
iâm staying here so call me when you have a moment.
and stop texting while youâre 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 couldnât 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 didnât want to fuck it up.Â
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 couldnât 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 didnât 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.Â
â- Hi pretty !
- Hi Jake, how you doing ?â
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.Â
â- Did you have an idea of how we could talk about this in an original way ? Because Iâm warning you, I donât want this to be only a boring, classical presentation.â
Jake's deep voice as he chuckled sent your mind to other places you shouldnât go while working on a science group project.Â
â- I should have known youâll be like this. Iâll send you the research Iâve done so far and you tell me if you see something interesting.â
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.Â
Why did you have to wear this fucking top ? The straps wouldnât stop falling off from your shoulders, showing a little more skin of your cleavage everytime it did, before youâll 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 couldnât help but wonder how it would feel to fuck you from behind for some obscure reasons.Â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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.Â
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 werenât thinking about something naughty for once, only up to tease him a little bit.Â
â- Whatâs with the pillow ? Are you hard or something ?â
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.Â
â- Donât tell me you really are ?â
Jake didnât 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 werenât 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. Â
â- What were you thinking about ? Me ?â
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 wouldnât want to see his face ever again.Â
â- I-I am really sorry⊠Please, donât think that I'm a creep Y/N ! Itâs just⊠Fuck ! Youâre just so hot with your glasses, and your top wonât stop showing your skin, and thatâs so embarrassing but it turns me on how smart you are and you explain to me all these things like itâs the easiest thing youâve ever come across.â
You couldnât 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.Â
â- Jake, just stop and look at me.â
It took some seconds for him to do so. It was a good thing you didnât 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.Â
â- Show me.Â
- W-What !?
- Show me what I do to you. And maybe Iâll show you what youâre doing to me.â
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 couldnât help licking your lips when you imagined how big his dick would be.Â
â- I wanna see more, this is not enough for me to forgive you.â
Even if his heart was about to burst out of his chest, a little smirk started to spread on his face. He wasnât 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.Â
â- Like what you see ?
- Donât be so cocky, you still have to make it up to me.
- And what do you want, pretty ?â
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 didnât want him to see how affected you were, your drenched panties should be enough of a clue.Â
â- I want to see you jerk off for me. And I want you to tell me all the things youâve been thinking about doing to me.â
Jake immediately stood up from his desk chair, throwing his sweatpants and boxer away while a quiet âfuckâ 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 couldnât leave his hard dick, wondering about how good he would fill you up, how good he would feel inside of you.Â
â- So ? Arenât you going to say anything ?â
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 couldnât 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.Â
â- I-I thought a lot about⊠About fucking you, especially when youâre wearing these damn skirts.
- What about my skirts ? Donât you like them ?â
If he wasnât 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.
â- 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.â
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 â and make you even more wet â you decided to reward him by removing your tank top, letting him finally see your breast.Â
â- Youâre so hot Y/N⊠I wanna touch youâŠ
- But youâll just have to watch for now, okay ?â
For now ? Jake didnât 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.Â
â- I want to see more of you, pretty, pleaseâŠâ
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.Â
â- Beg some more, and Iâll think about it.Â
- Please Y/N, please, itâs not fair, I want to see your pussy, been dreaming about it, please.â
The fact that he didnât 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.Â
â- Shit ! Youâre so fucking hot pretty, making me want to fuck you so bad.Â
- I really wished you were here Jake, wished you could be the one touching me like that.â
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.Â
â- Is it enough for you ? Or do you want even more ?â
The way Jakeâs 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 didnât care if you looked desperate for him anymore, because you were and all you wanted was him right now.Â
â- Would feel so much better if it was your fingersâŠÂ Â
- You donât know how much I want that⊠Youâre so wet, youâre dripping everywhere baby, fuck ! I want to lick your pretty cunt so badâŠ.â
Another moan rolled off your tongue, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again because you didnât 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 couldnât reach that spot you knew he could have, knew that his long hands would be perfect for you.Â
â- You want that pretty ? Want me to eat your pussy ?Â
- Oh god, yes ! Please Jake, I need it, I need youâŠâ
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.Â
â- I need you too, need you to sit on my cock and ride me.â
He was sitting in the perfect position for you to do just that, and the image wouldnât leave your mind. You abandoned your nipple to play with your clit, your thighs shaking as you approached your climax.Â
â- Iâm so close, feels so goodâŠÂ
- Me too⊠Cum for me Y/N.â
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.Â
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.Â
â- Are you alright ? I thought I heard you screamâŠâ
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.
â- Oh, yeah, I just hit my toes against the bed, thatâs why.â
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.Â
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.Â
But you couldnât 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 werenât wet already, now, your panties were definitely soaked with the way he was eying you up and down.Â
â- Hi Jake ! How was your weekend ? Must have been great to see your parents.â
He didnât 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.Â
â- It was cool, yeah. And how was yours ? Did you have fun ?
- Actually, it was very fun. Something interesting happened.â
The grin stretching out your lips didnât go unnoticed, Jakeâs 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.Â
â- Hello everyone ! Today youâre gonna work on your projects, and Iâll come see where all of you are so I can help you if you need it.â
Working together turned out to be way more complicated than you thought it would. Jake wouldnât 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.Â
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 didnât dare to think of how good he would actually be able to ruin you. But what was infuriating was how he didnât 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.Â
With how fast you escaped the classroom, Jake didnât 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.Â
â- What do you want pretty ?
- Give me your hand.â
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.Â
â- You feel how wet you made me ? This is what you do to me Jake. Now, enjoy your next classes.â
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.Â
Jake didnât 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 didnât pay attention to his last class of the day, not able to understand a single thing his professor was saying. He couldnât stop thinking about how much he wanted to jerk off with them, couldnât stop thinking of you going home with nothing underneath your skirt.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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 didnât care if Jay could hear him or not, he didnât 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 youâd let him go down on you for real, he would never want to pull out from your pussy ever again.Â
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 couldnât 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.Â
â- FuckâŠâ
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 âsendâ, 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.Â
Of course, the teasing didnât 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.Â
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.Â
And even if Jake loved the game, he couldnât 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 hadnât left his mind since this video call, the same image that was imprinted in his memories.Â
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.Â
It was also very fun to talk casually in front of everyone else, as if Jake wasnât fucking you with his eyes, as if you hadnât 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.Â
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 friendâs back. The way you were touching his arm and laughing at his jokes shouldnât have made him jealous. After all, you were not his, you were not his girlfriend, and he didnât even kiss you yet. But still, it didnât stop him from wanting to swat Jungwon away from you when he hugged you.Â
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 didnât want to admit it, he didnât 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.Â
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 didnât 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.Â
â- Are you okay ?â
Jake shook his head at you, before reaching to grab your waist, pushing you against the nearest wall, lips only inches away from yours.Â
â- No⊠Youâve been driving me crazy since the first day Y/N, I want you.
- Then take me.â
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.Â
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 didnât 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 wouldnât 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.Â
â- Fuck⊠Do you feel how bad I need you pretty ?â
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 didnât help either, taking a hold of his hair and moving faster against him.Â
â- I need you too Jake⊠Need you to use meâŠ
- Donât say that if you donât want to get fucked for everyone to see.â
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 didnât feel guilty at all. He wanted everyone to know you were his, even if you technically werenât. Jake knew that if he didnât leave now, he would never have the strength to do so.Â
â- I have to go prettyâŠ
- I knowâŠâ
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 wasnât just as needy and desperate for you.Â
â- Come over at mine tonight, okay ? Iâll kick Jay out, and Iâll be all yours pretty.
- Okay, text me later ?
- I will.â
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.Â
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 didnât 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 didnât want to see him again after that ?Â
This last idea in particular was running in his head. Because he didnât want to have you just for one night, he didnât want to fuck you and then let you walk away as if he wasnât crazy over you, as if you didnât 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.Â
He didnât really do anything in particular, didnât 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.Â
â- Are you going to let me in or not ?â
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.Â
â- Iâve waited so long for this, pretty, wanted you since the first day.â
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.Â
â- Yeah ? Wanna show me how much ?Â
- Iâm going to make you feel so good, make you scream my name for all the neighbors to hear.â
You licked your lips, your gaze locking with each other. Slowly, Jakeâs 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 couldnât 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.Â
You couldnât 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.Â
Jakeâs eyes landed on the hickeys he left earlier, smirking at the fact that your dress didnât 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.Â
â- Jake⊠I need youâŠ
- Mh ? But you have me prettyâŠâ
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 wouldnât 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.Â
â- Donât get so confident baby, you know how good I am at edging you and you donât want that now, do you ?
- NoâŠâ
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.Â
â- Good boy. Take me to your room.â
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.
â- Come here.â
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.Â
â- Can I take these off ?â
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 didnât 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.Â
â- You like it ?â
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.Â
â- Fuck, yes, youâre so hot pretty⊠Can I touch you ?â
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.Â
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 didnât have any patience left : you wanted his cock, and you wanted it now. In one swift movement - and because Jake didnât 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.
â- If you wanted to be on top, you couldâve just said that, princess.â
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.Â
â- I just need your cock, I donât care how, I just need it.â
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 couldnât compare to how it really was, to how good it really was.Â
â- Do whatever you want to me.â
You didnât 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 couldnât 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.Â
He couldnât 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 couldnât compare to anything he had fantasized about before. And if you werenât 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 hadnât 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.Â
â- Fuck ! Your mouth feels so warm, so goodâŠâ
Even when you started to bob your head up and down, he didnât 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.
â- Please, donât stopâŠâ
And you didnât, feeling his grip on your hair tightening as you took him all the way down once more. If Jake wasnât 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 couldnât 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.
â- Wanna cum in your mouth so bad pretty, can I ? Please, please, let meâŠâ
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.Â
â- Shit Y/N ! Gonna fill you up, yeah ?â
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 couldnât help but zeroing again on his red, swollen lips that he was biting while looking intently at you.
â- You did so well for me, pretty, such a good girl.â
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.
â- Need you JakeâŠ
- Want me to return the favor ?
- Yes, pleaseâŠâ
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. Heâll get you to sit on his face another time, when his mind will be clear enough, when heâll 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.Â
â- Donât tease, please, I want you so badâŠâ
A single swear escaped Jakeâs 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.Â
â- Such a pretty cunt baby, bet you taste just as sweet.â
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.Â
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.Â
â- Fuck ! JakeâŠâ
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 Jakeâs hands earlier. But to him, you never looked better, an heavenly sight for only him to witness.Â
â- Feels good pretty ?â
You nodded along, a quiet whimper echoing through the room at the loss of contact with his wet muscle.Â
â- Yes ! Yes, so goodâŠâ
Jake knew that, but to hear you say it had a smirk playing on his lips, and you couldnât 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.Â
â- PleaseâŠ
- Please what, pretty ?
- You know what Iâm talking about !â
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.Â
â- Hum, I donât think so baby, you need to use your words if you want something.â
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.Â
â- Come on, donât get shy on me now, you told me a lot more worse before.â
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.Â
â- Want your fingersâŠ
- Here we go. That wasn't so difficult, princess, was it ?â
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.Â
â- Good ?â
You nodded energetically, releasing a sigh of relief to have something filling your empty pussy, and you didnât 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 wouldnât 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.Â
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. Â
â- So good for me, fuck, you're so prettyâŠâ
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.Â
â- Youâre gonna fuck me or not ?â
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 couldnât see him from your position, but you could hear his deep groan as you clenched around him.Â
â- All you need is a little bit of dick to shut your big mouth uh ?â
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 wasnât holding your hips up, you wouldâve collapsed, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure in your body at feeling so full suddenly.Â
â- Yeah, thatâs it, just a slut who needs to be fucked.â
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.Â
â- Fuck ! Youâre perfect for my cock, pretty little pussy.â
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 wasnât 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.Â
â- You want me to fill you up with my cum ? Is that what you want ?â
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 didnât 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.Â
â- Words pretty.
- Yes, fuck ! I want your cum Jake, want it all, please !â
- Such a good little slut, shit !â
You felt your eyes watering again with the increasing speed of Jakeâs 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.Â
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.
â- Youâre getting me hard again prettyâŠâ
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 youâve ever looked - when he had just ruined you.
â- Let me ride you then.Â
- Fuck, yes.â
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 couldnât 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.Â
â- Y/N⊠PleaseâŠâ
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.Â
â- Feels so good Jake, love your big cockâŠâ
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 didnât have enough consciousness left to even help you bounce up and down, simply staring at you, mesmerized.Â
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.Â
â- Can I cum inside again, pretty, please ? Please, let meâŠ
- Yes, want it so bad !â
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.Â
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.Â
â- Iâm just going to take something to clean us up pretty, Iâll be quick, promise.â
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.Â
You directly snuggled up to him, hiding your face in his neck and breathing his scent in. And Jake couldnât help the big smile stretching out his lips when he tightened his hold around your waist and distinctly heard you hum against his skin.
â- Y/N ?â
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.Â
â- Will you be my girlfriend ?â
And you couldnât 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.Â
â- You know, youâre very charming Jake Sim, itâs hard to resist you.â
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.Â
BONUS :Â
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 werenât 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 couldnât help asking himself if maybe you had come to the conclusion that you didnât 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 didnât, and stress took over him again.Â
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 couldnât 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.
â- Where were you !?Â
- I was at the store down the street, to buy us breakfast.â
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.Â
â- Didnât you see my note ?â
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.Â
â- Iâm sorry, I just thought that maybe you didnât mean what you said last night and that you realized that this morning and decided to leaveâŠâ
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.
â- Youâre an idiot if you think youâre going to get away from me so easily, Iâm not letting you go.Â
- Good, because I donât want you to.â
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MY HEART IS BROKEN SO I NEED TO CRY First of all, I LOVE how you write, and I wanted to make a request about Lucifer breaking reader's heart, it doesn't matter how, I just want a broken heart đnote: Sorry for the English translator, I don't write it but I understand it, TOTALLY CRAZY
TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN
âPart One
Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Genre: angst (for now)
Warnings: none.
Notes: this one is short, 450 ish words but will serve as a foundation for the entire series lolol. Also, it's okayy:) your english is finee^^
PART TWO | NAVIGATION
Life was good in heaven. Having been brought to existence by our creator, we were given a chance at life. The world is still currently in progress, slowly changing to adapt to newer life forms.
We angels were tasked to help this new world grow into such an amazing world. Speaking of worlds, I am very much grateful to be alive as I am given a chance to love. As one of the first few angels created, I was able to befriend Lucifer. God's most beautiful angel and whom I have the honor of calling mine.
Lucifer was such an awkward romantic lover, showing off his affections in his ways. Giving flowers, a pretty stone he managed to pass by while flying around, or perhaps by giving her kisses.
They've been married for some time now, being together for a few decades and recently got married. The wedding was amazing, friends and their creator attended the celebration. It was a very beautiful celebration, the wedding night was awkward yet romantic, two innocent angels experimenting, learning about the art of making love. It was wonderful. Despite being inexperienced, both had a great time being each other's firsts.
Life was truly good, until God announced that he made new creatures, mortals or humans as he calls them.
They looked like angels but without wings. They will be the very foundation of humankind.
Slowly and surely, Lucifer began to act weird. Ever since he visited the garden of Eden, he's been purposely avoiding [y/n]. Making up excuses to not spend time with her.
Rumors started to spread that Lucifer has begun to form ideas that threaten the order of heaven, [y/n] tries to stop him but Lucifer is stubborn. He believes that mankind needed this.
[Y/n] was heartbroken, why is the love of her life acting like this? Why doesn't he look at her with love and passion in his eyes like he usually does.
Why does it look like he doesn't love her anymore?
Deciding to spy on him, she followed him to the garden of Eden. There he saw her husband looking at the mortal woman, named Lilith with so much love and adoration in his eyes.
[Y/n] felt her heart and entire world shatter. Broken hearted, she quickly fled the garden. Returning back home and sobbed into her friend's slap.
She cried the whole night, Lucifer didn't even notice she wasn't home.
Not long after, Lucifer was cast out of heaven along with Lilith. [Y/n] was heartbroken beyond her understanding. She couldn't understand, her emotions all over the place. Her husband doomed humanity and was cast out of heaven with another woman.
[Y/n] didn't even get to tell him she was pregnant with his child.
Happy Valentine's Day:)
Also, guess whose lap she was crying on? His name starts with A;)
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Cards on the Table by @wesslan đź
now that wes has their copy i am so happy to be able to share this bind!! when i started this bind back in like february, it was because i saw another binder on instagram (peachybinds) use halo laminate on her dust jackets and i immediately thought to myself i need to do that right now. my second thought was it obviously needed to be completely pink, duh! đđžđ
i really leaned into the tarot/witchy vibes (this is a theme with me if you canât tell. i take a theme and i R U N) and ofc the pink. i ran into the small issue of wanting a very pink tim with specific themes from the story so i just wound up drawing him myself so pls do not zoom in, my skills do not lie in art đ« i gave him all my jewelry though so that was fun!
this fic is genuinely just such a fun, good read i had such a good time working on this :) the chapter titles are my favorite of probably any fic iâve ever read and making individual little tarot card-esq headers was fun, but i was fighting for my LIFE drawing them, so i had some help from canva with the sun rays đ© digital art hates me </3
also?? WHY is taking pictures of my binds the hardest part of bindingâŠ.. guys i canât get a good picture to save my life :â) i also only took one (1) photo of the authors copy so i have no proof of its existence đâ
if you havenât read it yet, definitely give this fic a chance, it is so much fun and tim is such a little liar itâs great <3
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the one where carlos and his wife are the mediaâs favourite couple on the grid
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august 2024 episode of octavinelle + 4koma update
You know the drill by now!
Spoilers for the 4koma and the Episode of Octavinelle chapter 12 below the cut. As a reminder, the Episode of Savanaclaw wonât be updating again until winter.
đ«” THERE THEY AREâŠ
THE SMOOTH CRIMINALSâŠ
The poses in this opening page are so good; Leona sat all lax like a boss who knows whoâs large and in charge, Ruggie leaning against the chair and swinging the keys to the vault around on one finger⊠The posing perfectly captures their personalities and roles in relationship to one another.
Once again, Azul makes many fantastically desperate and despair-filled expressions this installment đ
Falling to his knees???? Laying flat on the floor??? Man is UNMATCHED when it comes to theatrics.
I like this shot of Azul and Leonaâs gazes lining up; it really helps give you the sense of two rivals sizing each other up.
(Side note: you can also tell how much painstaking detail the artists went through to include their eye makeup in these close-ups. Hats off to them for the extra effort, it looks great!)
⊠WHY DiD THEY hAvFTA mAkE HIM So smUGHERE đ
damn i wish i was that stack of contracts
⊠I mean what
sorry
Sorry
SORRY
I got distracted there, what were we talking about again????
AYO they always make Leona casting Kingâs Roar look so darn cool in the manga đ
My favorite panel in this sequence has to be the one with the text bubbles. He looks so nonchalant and a little stern as he speaks the chant⊠The shadows on his face add a lot to the atmosphere of it!
This chapter is the part where Leona gets to sanding Azulâs hard work away! Look at how beautifully drawn Azulâs reaction is âš
The particle-y effect of the contracts melting into sand is nice đ It feeds Azulâs tears⊠Tasty mealâŠ
MOU YADA IN MANGA FORM IS PEAK
lmao Azul for real threw a tantrum, flailing his limbs and everything đ€Ą Love that even Leona and Ruggie have NO idea how they should respond to this.
Oh no, here comes the OBâŠ
The anguish Azulâs experiencing is really coming through. Heâs sweating so much and his entire face is so. Er⊠for lack of a better term, twisted.
I think seeing the blot leaking out from each of them helps to illustrate that theyâre truly being overwhelmed and consumed by their own inner darkness. Itâs sad to see đ
We cut back to Yuuta and co. squaring off against the twins!
I wanted to point out and comment on these parts with Jack. Heâs not a character that I usually pay much attention to, but I gotta commend him for fighting back so hard and trying to shield the picture even when heâs clearly got no chance of winning. Jack bearing his fangs at Floyd with pupils contracted⊠𫶠Very good and loyal pupper! I get the Jack appeal now, lol
I LOVE THIS
It reminds me of the similar Azul-Leona framing earlier in the chapter, though with a different context. I like that this shows how the twins are in sync and coming to the same terrible conclusion.
Not long after, they rush to Azulâs sideâwhich makes me think that these two worry for his wellbeing đ THEY DONmT SAY IT OUT LOUD BUT THEY CARE
Oh yeah, here it comes⊠OB Azul has arrived!! đ
I MEAN YEAH itâs not good for his health, but Iâm so hyped for the battle and flashbacks to his childhood! Baby!Azul shall NOT escape our sightâŠ
The 4koma this month centers on Jack, Vargas, and others (Jade, Kalim, Deuce) talking about using transformation magic for racing.
dhejeveiwhwuow I would say more, but I actually didnât find this 4koma that remarkable. Itâs a generally the boys chatting about animals and their different activities they excel at.
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This is my time sending a submission so hello!! I thought Iâd share my thoughts on a yandere crow harpy :)
A funny lil gift giving, obsessive loving lil guy. Heâs incredibly smart, but he acts dumb to make you laugh to keep you distracted from the kidnapping!!
So many things to say about crow harpy, not enough time đ
â€ïžBrings you shiny things when he sees you
â€ïžLikes to squawk and chirp when you're around and loves to tell you about his days adventuring and finding said shiny items
â€ïžDoesn't like when other harpy's get too close...pecks at them aggressively and definitely insults their mothers in his native tongue
â€ïžHe's just so happy and enamored with you. Loves everything about you and learning more each chance he can, and loves watching you do your day to day life even if you consider it boring. He could watch paint dry with you and have a wonderful time!
â€ïžWhen he eventually does take you to his nest, he swears you two are going to see the river or the woods during the full moon, and you let him carry you. Once you're in his nest however, he knows you're too scared to try and get down considering its one of those larger hundreds of feet tall tree's. Good luck looking down and not getting vertigo!
â€ïžNow he can show his true self. More mature, intelligent, and carries himself with a lot of confidence. You'll stay up here, in this nest, until you accept his courting. Try any tricks, act out too much, and well...the ground is right there, he can always help you greet it. (Not that he'd ever do that! He would just keep you up there longer, maybe even without blankets! Oh but would that be too cruel? He doesn't want to hurt you! he just wants your love!)
â€ïžLoves to scent you, give you his feathers in your hair to mark you as his, to have his teeth marks on your shoulder and neck, any sign that you're his is cherished.
â€ïžLoves to feed you too. Loves hand feeding you little treats and giving you small snacks, likes knowing he's providing for you, it soothes his more animalistic side!
â€ïžPuffs his feathers when threatened or angry, and even when embarrassed, and you have a hard time telling which is which when you say he's so cute you could eat him up
â€ïžNonstop breeding sessions when in heat and I'm not sorry. Those talons cling onto you and you're going to take every drop he gives you, and you're going to do it while moaning his name.
â€ïžLoves to demand you cum when he cunts down, tells you that for every time you can't, it's another orgasm he's going to force out of you. Cum before then and he's tempted to be mean and say that it doesn't count, that you should learn to be on time! (He just loves to overstimulate and drain you darling! You're so pretty when fucked dumb and unable to fight him off!)
â€ïžYou'll be lucky to not be bitten and bleeding by the time this rut has passed. During these periods, his kind are more protective, possessive, territorial and easy to anger. Playing with his feathers soothes him sometimes but others, well...It can get messy between you two, for sure.
(Hhhiiii! I loved this idea bean! Hope I didn't stray too far lol, I hope you like it too! -Mommabean)
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its you, it always has been you
summary: it was right then and there that he knew, he had fallen in love
recent works: don't lose me, not yet & stay with me (leona kingscholar x gn!reader) & heartslabyul with a furina-like female reader!
* Ë âŠ you're always on my mind, even out of sight: he always wonder when did it actually start? sometimes in the middle of the day, his thoughts would randomly travel back to you - are you taking care of yourself? oh look, he found a patch of (favorite flowers) in the hidden area of the botanical garden + wondering if you would like it if he give you a bouquet đ everything reminds you of him and he is getting frustrated why does everything goes back to you until he saw you from the distance admiring the sunset with grim and that is when he knew "no wonder you're always on my mind, even when you're out of sight' (girl i was wondering why it sounds familiar it's doppio's debut line) đ€
â riddle rosehearts, cater diamond, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit
* Ë âŠ the world looks so dull without you: at first, it was not really noticeable but when you start to get busier day by day, his world gradually lost it's color (not literally) he didn't know why but there was something very important missing and yet he try to distract himself + thinking everything will go back to normal â he was so wrong and everything felt wrong đ€Ź he tried going back to the root of all this and he noticed that everything happened when you spend less and less time with him so he tried the theory out and went out to see you and voila !! it was like he was feeling everything at once and the realization sink in + not spending another minute to waste and went on to spend time with you with his heart so full and beating rapidly against his chest from joy đ€©
â ACE TRAPPOLA, ruggie bucchi, floyd leech, kalim al asim, rook hunt, idia shroud, silver
* Ë âŠ i can't imagine you with someone else: he doesn't like the feeling he gets when you get close with others and he hated himself for that đż it's an ugly feeling to have and he treats you as a friend + he has no reason to feel selfish right? they tried hiding it to themselves yet to no one's surprised - the more they bury the thought the more it grew and they finally come to terms with it when he realized it's not that he doesn't want you to have other friends, but he can't imagine you being in a relationship with someone else. he know that he is not the perfect person you want to have but won't you give him just one chance? đ„ș
â deuce spade, trey clover, jack howl, jade leech, epel felmier, SEBEK ZIGVOLT
* Ë âŠ all of the above in order: this man will go stages of grief for aloooong time i tell you đ their first stage is thinking about you all the time along with denial â they may be too smart for their own good but really dumb when it comes to acknowledging their own feelings đ§đ»ââïžsecond stage ofc they would realize the empty space you left behind temporarily and how their world seems to be incomplete + like the colors just vanished in thin air and they would start to recognize the fact that maybe it's okay to have feelings for you? nothing is stoping them from admiring you right? đ§ but no is still no! maybe you are just close friends and he misses your company that's all! đ©đ»ââïž third one is the same â they believe some people do not deserve your attention at all and made them very sad at one point because they can't stand the image of you with someone else đ last stage is acceptance and it just came on a random day of you two hanging out - hearing your usual stories and laughter light a bulb inside of his head and he finally accepted the fact that he had already fallen in love with you. đ«”
â JAMIL VIPER malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge
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sub!childe + implied afab!reader, mommy kink, good puppy childe (who's surprised), mirror sex
m fucking back who cheered. anyway faye returns with yet another sub childe woohooooo,,, also kinda rushed ending and this is just word vomit lololl........i will get to reqs when i feel like it!! sorry if ur request has been there for a while im so bad at replying my bad fr đ
"look at yourself, puppy." you sigh, motioning with your eyes for childe to look into the mirror, "such a pretty boy. you're so good for me, aren't you?"
childe whimpers, dazed eyes lidded and staring up at you and he nods dumbly as you watch him through the mirror - his noises are muffled from your fingers in his mouth, his lips wrapping around your digits. you smile a little, watching his thighs threaten to close from the tightening grip on his cock and your eyes move from the mirror, eyebrows raised. your fingers in his mouth push a little deeper and childe opens his mouth obediently, eyes slightly rolling back from the pressure of your fingers against his tongue. he whines loudly, hips bucking into your hand needily and you giggle, leaning closer to whisper, "i said look at yourself, needy boy."
without giving him a chance, your fingers rip from his mouth and close around his throat, squeezing lightly. childe gasps, head dropping forward to stare at himself in the mirror. he pants, eyes hazy, legs spread, and watches as you take control of his body as if it was yours - your hand around his neck holding him in place, a small sign of your dominance over him, and your other hand working gently along his dripping cock, bringing him closer to the edge with every squeeze of your fist.
"that's it." you gasp, eyes moving to meet his in the mirror. you can see him tremble when you refuse to take your eyes off him, raking them over his pliant frame, "good boy."
your fingers unclasp from his throat, trailing up his jaw and gently keeping him in place, your fingers tapping against his lips. childe complies, lips parting, watching your expression in the mirror as he takes them back into his mouth without being told. you smile, cat-like, at the tiny whimpers he lets out, high and whiny when you speed up your hand around his cock.
childeâs legs fall open wider, panting around your fingers as your own fingers tease his length, eyes lidded but unmoving from yours in the mirror. he's almost drooling, hips faintly bucking at the way your eyes seem to darken, raking over his body and he feels so spread open, whimpers coming out shaky, âhah- please-â
you tilt your head slightly, lips coming to press against his neck with a questioning hum, âyes, baby?â
he whines around your fingers at the feel of your gentle kisses against his throat, unable to rip his eyes away from how you continue to leave pretty red marks along his pale skin. childe's eyebrows scrunch, eyes fluttering closed when your speed on his cock speeds up and his head falls back - your fingers rip from his mouth and you grab his jaw, forcing his head back into place, âeyes on yourself.â
âmommy-â childe whimpers needily, word slipping out without thinking, chest rising and falling, pretty blue eyes threatening to close again, âmommy, please-â
âplease what, darling?â you coo, focusing on the speed of your hand around his pretty cock.
âplease, please, please.â he begs in a stream of pants, eyebrows furrowing before he cries out - âmommy, please-ah!â childeâs head falls back, eyes screwing shut and he trembles a little at the feel of your thumb teasing the sensitive tip of his cock.
you giggle, ââs that good, baby?â
you watch the way he tries to bring himself to focus on the mirror, thighs wanting to close, hips thrusting into your fist, whimpers falling past his pretty pink lips.
âcan-ah-can i cum?â he whispers, lips parting to whimper, his eyes drifting from the mirror to pleadingly look up at you, âmommy, can i cum? please?â he pants, chest rising and falling and hips bucking into your hand to chase his high.
âof course, puppy.â you smile, voice soft and quiet, gentle kisses pressing against his jaw, âcum for mommy, baby.â
your free fingers dance along his jaw, bringing him into a soft kiss that he cries into. âcum for me like the good boy you are.â
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Can can⊠we reject yan gojo? I actually deeply need it. *shakes head* My spirit guides told me itâs beneficial to my lifeâs journey. Him just being so down bad and we could never. Gojo is not our type. Heâs tall but we arenât compatible. I want angst, despair, his tears, pleads. Desperation. This would be even juicier if itâs based in like school because now heâs going to have to live out his adult life hoping đ
This felt more like a regular teenage confession gone wrong.
I imagine waking up to him being at your dorm room door confessing, haha.
You've been up on your phone for like 20 minutes, but it's still extremely early. You're in your pj's and you drag yourself to the door, and he's there in the same state, a guilty smile on his face. You both knew it would happen sooner or later though. Lately, he's been staring at you as if he's gonna explode if he doesn't talk to you. You tried to avoid him, but here he is now.
"Hey, I just.......can I tell you something real quick?" Hands in his pocket as he speaks. You sigh and shrug. ".....Just say it. I don't care."
The things he planned on saying wasn't something that should elicit an "i don't care". He knows you'll turn him down. He lets out a shaky breath before finally rambling.
"I just wanted to say that I have been feeling differently about you lately. Like, I really love to spend time with you and talk with you, it just makes my day whenever you're around-" It felt so unnatural now that he was saying it out loud. And your face was beginning to change into a not-so-good look. "You always talk to me, make me feel included, you just do everything so nicely, I can't like...look away from you sometimes because you're so bright. I just.....I feel like I can be myself when you're there, and I just wanted to say that I feel really attracted to you, and I am in love with you."
"..........................."
He wasn't sure what face you were making. It looked like you wanted to pull a neutral face, but you were also simultaneously surprised and confused and frustrated. He doesn't know. You were still and weren't speaking and he felt like he was going to throw up. So, he kept talking.
"I can't ignore how I feel about you anymore. I wanted to, like, leave you alone, but you taught me to not ignore my feelings and always tell someone about them, so here I am. I don't know if you feel the same way," You didn't. "But, like, everything about you is fucking amazing and I can't just.....look, please just say something." He awkwardly laughed and shuffled in his spot while you kept staring up at him like he had another head. You didn't say a word. He shuffled his hair and pulled at it anxiously and still kept talking.
"I know what you're thinking......but like please give me a chance." Your lip twitched nervously and you took a very small step back, which he, of course, noticed. "I know! I know I'm being weird right now, it's just, like, I could give you everything you want, you know?? Like, I'll pay for your stuff, I could take you wherever you want to go, you like that one sushi place before right?? I can give you all the attention you want, I could- I could, um.....I could like scare off any guys bothering you, I can drive-" No, he can't. "I'll be so good to you, I promise. Please."
You sigh and shake your head. "Gojo...." "What will it take??? I'll do anything, I just really want to be yours, you understand, right??" He backed up a little to give you space and spoke in a low volume not to alert anyone from their sleep since it was still super early. "You're not my type." You just tell him flat out, but he still tries to find any possibility, which you immediately crushed. "Like, at all, Gojo. I don't want anything that you have in my dream guy. I don't want you and probably never will."
It doesn't make any sense to him at all. He just stands there extremely confused. "........what?" "I don't want you, I'm sorry." And you shut the door.
Words can't even explain how he feels right now. He never thought at all at the possibility that he wasn't even anything close to what you desire in a man at all. It just felt so unreal for that to even be a possibility. Was it his voice? His hair? His face? What the fuck was it? Was he not skinny enough? Does he need to gain weight and muscle? He doesn't even fucking know what your type is because he always thought it would be something like him. Now he's entirely lost. What did all of those lost lives and kidnappings mean if you won't even love him?
He doesn't ever want to force you into anything, but even he doesn't know how far he'll take it. He already has a hard time not killing your ex-friends or people you don't get along with. And he definitely can't stop stalking you anytime soon, there's too much to figure out about you. There's too much time that he's dedicated to just you. And it has to all be for a reason, there fucking has to be. He's not loving you for nothing.......does he have to kill more people? Is he going to have to take you by force? He's lost and doesn't like his options.
"Hm."
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Hello, I know Iâm a little late after the release of good omens season 2 but I did only watch it at most 7 days after itâs release on BBC iplayer (or Amazon Prime, my memory is bad I canât remember what platform I watched it on). I have only just thought of something to say:
how dare you
Iâm joking Iâm sorry, beautiful and tragic and I never cry over films or shows but this was one of the few that had me⊠verging on tears (trust this is not a criticism but one of the highest compliments I can give lmao). The love the loss all that poets like me love for đïżœïżœïżœđđ.
I canât wait for season three if it comes, and thank you (coincidental or not) for making all the fan canons canon, that was really fun to have us included. Iâm asking for the book of good omens from my parents and Iâd love to see your work written as Iâve loved all your books so far.
another topic to bring up: casting. Just đđđđâšâš bring one of the (if not the) best welsh and Scottish actors together. David and Micheal are becoming my world in the topic of acting. Itâs just brilliant.
finally the questions, sorry if this was formal I just want to express my gratitude for how f-ing amazing the series was. Sorry if these questions have been asked before Iâm just here to ask:
since there were obviously some fandom inclusion in s2 is there any chance we might be seeing theories or headcanons from the fan base become canon? For example the coffee theory might not as that could change the whole plot but little things like ships or backstories might be considered?
what are your thoughts on the coffee theory? Is it somewhat accurate? Does it intrigue you how creative people get? Are you shocked the fan base is that amazing at guessing your plots? Haha
is it conformed that Crowley was archangel Raphael pre-fall since he could access the files in Heaven?
And what are your thoughts on the ways your fan base is going? Are you proud of how good omens is doing ? And how silly creative your fans are? Do you like what people are doing with your creations?
thank you for reading !! seeing all your interviews and replies to past questions makes you seem like a really fun guy, youâre amazing ! Iâve made several friends start watching just so I can get rant to them and possibly get a s3 !!
- a very silly reader and watcher who was painfully formal in this ! :)
If there was fandom theory inclusion in Season 2 I wasn't aware of it, and I'm doing my very best to keep as far as I can from any Season 3 theories or ideas.
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thinking about letting your friend, loser!konig grope you
content includes: idk man, consensual somno, chubby/fat reader, afab reader, gn reader, cunnilingus, p.in.v sex
it was so hard not to make this man a freakđ. i know this man would be stealing panties and huffing them like drugs
itâs dim and cloudy outside, rain batting against the window. the heavy resonance of thunder hitting every minute letting you know the storm wonât be ending anytime soon.
youâd been planning on going out with konig after classes but it looked like the weather had won over. you guys decided to huddle up in your bed, the plush blanket covering you both, most of it over konigs large form, as you watched random youtube videos on your television.
between the lulling sound of the rain and how warm you felt sharing your space with him you could feel drowsiness settling in. your clouded vision moving over to konig between heavy blinks to see his gaze shift from the tv to you. another long blink and you can see his eyes flicker from your face to your chest.
heâs mesmerized by the sight, how soft and plush you look. all cozy and tired. feeling comfortable enough in his presence to fall asleep next to him. it makes him feel guilty as he watches the slow rise and fall of your chest. licking over his chapped, scarred lips as he stares at the roundness of your tits. what heâd give for a chance to touch you, to feel your warm skin against his large and scar littered hands.
he has to fight himself to not touch you. youâre his friend and you definitely arenât interested in him. itâs a surprise and miracle in itself that you decided to befriend him in the first place. even if people could look past how tall and imposing he was they still saw him as a weirdo, a freak. he was anxious around others he didnât know well, had interests that were deemed inappropriate and childish.
he felt like you being in his life was a gift for the years of loneliness heâd endured. but he wouldnât push his luck, no matter how much he wanted to explore your beautiful body.
konig lets out a shaky breath, eyes flicking up to your face to see your eyes already locked on him. a blush creeps up his neck and cheeks. your low eyes, the evident tiredness in them and he hopes you donât realize he was staring at you with hunger.
he shifts his gaze away and back to the television. your gaze staying on his face for a few seconds, enjoying how adorable and pathetic he looks. itâs not lost on your that your friend has a crush on you. that heâs probably a virgin or at least had very little action. youâve talked about it before, how much it hurts him to not only have no friends but nobody interested in dating him. nobody has ever seemed to want him, an impossibility in his eyes.
it made you feel bad for him. he was your friend, of course you could find things in him that would appeal to others romantically. it was just that you didnât date. you didnât want to and didnât like to engage in any type of relationships. you were focused on other aspects of your life and more than content with being single. but konig always made you burn inside.
you never would have thought you had an innocence kink until you met him. or was it his submission? how easily and pathetically you knew heâd crumble if you gave him the opportunity to touch you. it made you feel powerful and ignited a fire in your veins. made wetness pool between your thighs.
there didnât seem like a better time than now. your hand reaching down the bed to grab a hold of his. you idly play with his fingers in your sleepy haze. comparing the difference between the sizes, the difference in texture and complexion. gently running a finger over his palm, trailing down as you trace shapes in his freckles.
your eyes move up to his, keeping them locked on the pretty greenish blue of them as you bring his hand closer to you. pulling it towards your chest and making him cup your breast in his hand. a smirk pulls on your lips as his eyes widen, stuck on your chest. you give a slight squeeze, before holding his hand there.
âdo you want me to stop,â you ask him softly, voice laced with drowsiness. he blinks at you, his eyes slightly wild like he canât believe this is happening. you roll your eyes at his lack of words, tutting at him.
âcâmon i need your consent. yes or no.â konig letâs out another breath, moving his hand on his own, squeezing your tit. you let out a soft gasp, cunt clenching around nothing at his greedy grip.
ây-yes schatz,â he stumbles out. you let out a hum, closing your eyes. you let yourself drift off to sleep while his large hands weigh your tits in them. your actions emboldening him to pull your top down. his fingers running over your soft nipples, rubbing tight circles until they peak under his touch.
you can almost feel his greedy touch as you sleep peacefully. his hands moving to remove your clothes. running over the rolls of fat and stretch marks that cover your body. quiet groans leaving his mouth as he takes his fill of you. finally, finally being able to get his hands on you after months of being in the friend zone.
if this is his only chance heâs going to make it count. his hand dipping between your plush thighs to feel your wetness. his large, hung cock drooling in the confines of his pants. he moves down in your bed, hovering over the lower half of your body. running his hands up and down your thighs, your wetness smearing against your soft skin.
he spreads your thighs apart to finally get a look at your pretty cunt. he almost wants to take his time looking at you. detailing your pretty, glistening cunt to memory. but he delved his head down instead, taking a large huff of your cunt and groaning. the puff of air he lets out against you making you whimper quietly in your sleep.
konig flattens his tongue, licking from your cunt and up to your clit. he moans at the taste of you, licking you again to gather your wetness on his tongue. heâs hardly started and yet he knows he wonât ever get enough of you. licking and suckling on your clit. his thumb pressed against your leaking hole as he eats you out.
he pulls back slightly to spit on your cunt, watching the saliva trail down. leaning back in to lick up the trail it left and sucking your clit as he reaches it. he repeats the movement again and again. your wetness seeping and bursting onto his tongue. making him moan and pant as he moves his head side to side. coating his face in your juices while he takes his fill of you.
the smell of you all around him makes him light headed. the taste of you, the tired little whimpers you let out going to his aching cock. he ruts his hips against the mattress, thrusting against the fabric as he devours your pussy. he doesnât stop until you let out a burst of wetness and cum on his tongue. lapping it up eagerly, moaning and mumbling praises against your spasming cunt.
konig lets out a groan as he sits back up. a mixture of saliva and your sweet juices on his face as he stares down at your cunt. he has to catch his breath, taking the time to touch you. caressing the fat of your thighs and squeezing them. youâre a breathtaking view to him. konig feels like heâs on autopilot as he reaches one hand up to collect your wetness on his fingers.
the pads of his index and middle finger pressing against your clit to rub tight circles. itâs an addictive sight, watching you tremble in your sleep. the lightning from outside briefly lighting up your prone form. your cunt clenching around nothing with each circle he makes on your bud. he could get used to this.
licking over his lips, with the taste of you on them, he moves to get out of his pants. stumbling out of the fabric and throwing it onto the floor out of sight. settling back between your spread legs. konig hooks your thighs over his as he grips his large, weeping cock in his grasp. ragged breaths leaving his lips as he gives a few desperate tugs. pulling back his foreskin to smear his precum along the shaft.
âdu bist perfekt, mein schatz. absolut perfekt.â
konig leans over your body, pressing his shaft against your slippery cunt. shifting his hips to run his length up your pretty cunt slowly and then back down. he moves his hips repeatedly, setting a slow, steady pace as he rubs against you. his hands and muscles trembling as he pushes your thighs back more. blunt nails digging into your plush skin as he picks up speed.
âah fuck. du fĂŒhlst dich so gut an schatz- fuck. so gut.â
you wake back up briefly to konig rutting against you. his head tossed back and pretty eyes squeezed shut as he shifts his hips back and forth. a pool of wetness under you, both of your arousal smeared along your cunt, inner thighs and the fat of your stomach. his spongy head rubbing against your clit repeatedly has you moaning.
not sure how many times youâve cum at this point as your body quickly succumbs to the building pleasure. toes curling as you reach out to grab the sheets. moaning out konigs name and hearing him whine in pleasure in response. his eyes meet yours, shining with desire as sees you awake.
âah bitte. fick mein schatz. bitte- please. lass mich ihn reinstecken. ich muss in dir sein. let me in.â
youâre too lost in the feeling as konig stops his thrusts to hold his cock, swiping his leaking head against your clit. you nod your head at him, trying to chase that high feeling inside of you. he lets out a groan, a string up thanks and curses leaving his lips as he replaces his cock with his thumb on your clit.
rubbing it back and forth while lining his large cock with your entrance. pressing against your slick, wet heat and grunting as the head pushes in. you tell him to keep going, bucking your hips so heâll continue slipping inside of you.
konigs mind is reeling as he feels you around him. your spongy walls wrapping around him is utter bliss. the way you moan and cry under him as he stretches you out spurring him on. as he bottoms out inside of you youâre right on the edge. hands moving to grab onto his forearms as he slowly pulls out of you. nails digging in with with every thrust back into of you.
âfuck schatz. ihr seid so-â
he canât finish his statement as he feels your walls spasming around him. konigs thrusts growing faster as he watches your body tense up. youâre so gorgeous he can hardly think, hardly breathe as he fucks you. a pathetic whiny noise leaving him as he cums. thrusts growing ragged as konig chases the feeling of filling you up.
youâre shaking under him, legs twitching and he has to hold himself up on his forearms to keep from crushing you under him. his thrusts slow as he tries to catch his breath. you wrap your arms around him to pull him into you, his head resting in the crook of your neck.
your hands running up and down his back as he settles into you. keeping his spent cock inside of you, wanting to keep every last drop of his seed inside of you. he canât even be ashamed at cuming so fast, it feels like heaven being sunk inside of your cunt.
you offer him gentle pecks on his neck, eyes closed as you start to drift off. the quiet sound of the rain and video, konigs breath against you lulling you to sleep.
this wasnât supposed to be this long or include sex at first lol. hope you enjoyed it xd
update: forgot to add that i used deepL translate for the german. also thereâs so many spelling mistakes omg, iâve fixed them now though
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WHATS THIS? ASHI HAS APPEARED W A NEW TWST OC? CRAZY!!!!! <3 introducing niko cimarron!!!
FEEL FREE TO COME INTO MY INBOX AND TALK ABOUT HIM BTW IT WOULD SOOO HELP ME DEVELOP HIM đ«¶
âWhatâs it now, Carrots? Got yourself in another mess?â
INFO UNDER CUT!
âą HE KINDA??? IS MAGICLESS? while in NRC. THE MAGIC SCHOOL.
âą đđ you may be wondering how exactly. he doesnât know either. I FEEL LIKE MIRACULOUSLY HE DID IT AS A JOKE AND SOMEHOW GOT INTO NRC????? as for the entrance ceremony IM STILL WORKING ON IT but magicless fox boy. OK
âą <3 scarabia 2nd year!! he vibe checked himself and was like âyk what this one is convincing enoughâ and here we are
âą he doesnât necessarily LIE despite people sayin that he does all the time đ€đ€ more so that heâs really good w his words and he just kinda dodges questions in a creative way 𫶠does this sound familiar
âą rumor has it heâs made out w azul once and no one knows if itâs actually true or not </3
âą everytime he sells his little âpawpsiclesâ outside of montro lounge (like RIGHT outside) and Azul tries to kick him out he pulls the âoh I GET IT youâre just salty Iâve moved on arenât youâ and suddenly itâs like no one believes Azul đđ ITS KINDA FUNNY
âą the tweels LOVE him because of how entertaining he is espec w azul!!! THEY SUPPORT NIKO WRONGS!!!!
âą best friend is crowley FR I feel like azulâs TRIED to talk to him about niko but heâs just âa student trying to make a profit. much like you, ashengrotto!â so it doesnât work. AZUL OUT HERE STRUGGLING
âą as for relations w the prefect I FEEL LIKE THEYD BE A LOT LIKE NICK AND JUDY. considering the fact thatâs heâs also a magicless student in a magic school I can see a small scene where itâs like âyouâre not alone, all right? heyâ that doesnât mean you can run off telling everyone, carrots.â BUUUT. he kinda has issues
âą trying to keep up the act of him seemingly having magic because he doesnât want to be exposed as a phony at NRCâŠâŠ. he doesnât wanna give into that fox/playboy stereotype and now heâs kinda in this big mess of a lie that he canât get himself outta đ so I imagine telling the prefect is a whole big thing with vulnerability
âą he doesnât care too much about the other guys at nrc but w the prefect whoâs given him a chance to be smth more than just a flirt or playboy or scammer heâs kinda scared to tell them heâs been lying to their face this whole time. YK? HES JJST A LITTLE GUY!!!! 𫶠heâs attached to the prefect whether heâd admit it or not <3
âą DID I MENTION HE KINDA HAS A PLAYBOY PERSONA?
âą ALSO W CALLING THE PREFECT âCARROTSâ I can imagine a scene at lunch where he meets the prefect and heâs like âoh you must really like carrots, huh? thereâs a bunch on your plateâ and yuu gets the decision of either âno, I hate carrotsâ or âyes, I love carrots!â and either way he goes âhuh. well, carrots is your name now~â
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So, question about Yvette. Did she ever want to be a mother? It's definitely implied that the pregnancy was unplanned.
I'm curious if she went through with the pregnancy because Viktor was willing/wanted to raise MC, or if Yvette got cold feet after their birth.
I'm always mixed about Yvette, her choice to not be involved in MC's life was certainly selfish, but no one should be forced to become a parent, especially if the child in question will be taken care of.
From what Iâve seen so far, I think a lot of readers also didnât really have a problem with her not wanting to be a mother because she didnât want to, but they seemed to mostly dislike her after she humiliated MC in the store đ Anyway, Iâll take the chance to kind of explain more about Yvetteâs line of thoughts when she found out that she was pregnant, so itâll be a bit long.
At that time, she was not ready to become a mother and wanted to focus fully on her career. She did decide to go through with the pregnancy because Viktor begged her to keep the baby and promised that he would take care and raise the baby all by himselfâhe wouldnât try to pester or get her to get involved whatsoever in the babyâs life.
And Yvette agreed to it because she loved him a lot⊠and she was also aware that this hidden relationship between her and Viktor was already coming to an end, especially now that she got pregnant. She knew she couldnât keep stringing Viktor along like that, and as painful as it was for the two of them, the relationship had to come to an end.
To her, agreeing to giving birth to MC was one last grand gesture of love for Viktor before they went on their separate ways in life.
Selfishly enoughâand this is not something that she would admit even to herselfâshe was also hoping that raising MC would kind of make it harder for Viktor to try start another serious relationship and fully move on as she already established herself as the mother of his child, and that MC would also be something for Viktor to remember her by.
Deep down, sheâs still in love with Viktor and she kind of secretly held out hope that Viktor would keep waiting for her, for when her superhero career was finally at its peak and fully stable so she could potentially return to him.
Iâve touched upon this before, but I feel one of Yvetteâs biggest flaws is that she just couldnât choose and wanted to eat her cake and have it too. She kept her relationship with Viktor a secret because she didnât want to jeopardize her career. And when that failed and she was forced to choose, she still tried to think of a way to get that back in the future.
Yes, young her was selfish and only thought of whatâs best for her and what she wanted. Maybe itâs a product of her upbringing. She was born an only child to a wealthy family and if her charisma and beauty alone were not enough to charm people around her growing up, she has her Empathy power.
But I do believe that she did quite a lot of growing up and self-introspection since then, especially after the bookstore incident with MC and Viktorâs death. She is still far from perfect but sheâs also not the person she was 20 years ago.
Also, ironically enough, her hope of Viktor having a hard time moving on from her because of MC turned out to be the opposite. Viktor actually moved on and got over most of his feelings for her because he was so focused and happy raising MC, making them his number one priority in life.
During the first few years after MC was born, Viktor still kept contact with her, meeting her every couple of weeks or so and during these meetings, Viktor would tell stories about MC and even showed her some baby pics. Eventually, that became less and less frequent until it finally stopped altogether as Viktor became more preoccupied with raising MC, and Yvette with her career.
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â„ïžReveling in Richonne - TOWL
#38: The Scars (1.04)
gif cred: @nat111love
In their years apart, Richonne endured some scarring moments that left literal scars on their bodies. They sadly weren't able to be there to help patch each other up from those physical scars back then. But they are here together now to finally open up about the scars, and it leads to a very moving conversationđ„ș...
So after the Roomba interruption, Michonne lays back down and Rick returns to placing an arm over her as they talk about the things they noticed in the building. I always love a good Richonne chatting while cuddled up in bed moment.
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Rick asks if Michonne noticed how thin the walkers were and Michonne notes how they may have starved. Rick talks about how the buildingsâ former inhabitants kept this place going for a good while, and I always love seeing that Michonne is playing with his hair while he speaks. They really are back, yâall. đ ...Or at least almost back. And, again I love how comfy they both look in this scene.
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Michonne talks about how the people here were innovating and wanted to create another way and then she says, âBut no crops?âÂ
Rick says, âWell even if they did have them, crops fail.â See, he may not know Roombas and tech but the farmer's son is well-versed in crops. đ I love seeing him just comfortingly rubbing her while he talks. And just the way theyâre communicating here it feels like they're a well-oiled machine...But then thereâs a slight machine malfunction. đ
Because then Rick says, âOne bad harvest - something has to burn to bring it back.â Michonne is curious about this and it seems she can tell thereâs something more behind the comment so she asks, âWhat?â And then as I unfortunately suspected, Rick reveals he does in fact have a tad more audacity left in him when he says, âIf I can change the CRM thereâs a chance for future generations, a real chance.â
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YâallâŠđȘ.
Every time I hear that I just sigh. Like this was truly me having a great time with this scene and then hearing the CRM get brought up again...
You know how there are safe words in the bedroom? There should also be banned words in the bedroom and 'CRM' is most definitely a banned word.
Now I fully empathize with the pain, fear, and PTSD that is motivating Rick to be saying this. But I still wasnât here for it, especially after Michonne had just kindly opened up with him in every way and now heâs right back to hurting her with this back and forth. đ
I was curious what would prompt Rick to bring this up here again after they were having such a nice moment together. Like I get the crops comment had him thinking about his dad's sacrifice and his own sacrifice, but I also think Rick brings it up here because of how great and blissful he and Michonneâs moments together just were.
Itâs like this CRM comment is an act of self-sabotage because he ultimately still believes he canât just go home with Michonne and the more time he spends with her in their lovely Richonne bubble the harder itâll be to follow through with what he thinks has to be done. So itâs like this is his attempt to pop the bubble for his wifeâs safety.Â
Plus, right now every good moment with Michonne seems to also serve as another reminder for Rick of how unbearable it'll ever be to lose her permanently. And so with this CRM comment, he attempts to "get ahead of" being back with her completely, knowing it'll kill him if he returns to her and something tragic happens and forces him to remain in this world without her in it.
I was also very curious to see how Michonne would respond to Rick saying this since it's understandably frustrating. And she proved yet again that sheâs the best wife when she has such a loving response.
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Looking just so captivatingly beautiful she gives Rick this empathetic smile and then because their kisses are communication she doesnât even say anything at first, she just gently takes his face in her hands and kisses him. đ„Č
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The she softly says, âYouâre still lying to me. Youâre lying to yourself.â I love how this is yet another great depiction of how Michonne is so simultaneously good at empathy and accountability. đđœ
I think after witnessing Rick's panic attack, Michonne now knows that whatever this wall is that Rick keeps trying to put up is not something heâs doing to shut her out but really to shut himself out. To shut out Alive Rick. So rather than get angry, she feels for him and knows that whatever is going on inside him is very deep-seated and heavy for him.
And this back and forth undoubtedly hurts her, but like a truly selfless gem, Michonne also acknowledges how this hurts him. Rick has the best wife on the planet and it only gets more confirmed as the scene progresses. đđœ
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She doesnât tiptoe around addressing the fact that Rick is lying to her and she also doesnât beat around the bush when telling Rick what he needs to hear which is that heâs lying to himself too. And sheâs spot on. Michonne has always been able to call Rick out with such grace.
I love how she keeps her hand lovingly on his face as she drops these truths and the way Rick is entranced yet again by her. I was like - Michonne, you might be onto something kissing him in a moment like this because thatâs a surefire way to get him to snap out of CRM mode for a sec.
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But also, I feel like she kissed him because one; she feels for him, and two; she knows the tough conversations and hashing things out is likely about to resume so sheâs like let me kiss my man one more time just in case it ends up being the last time, depending on how this conversation goes lol. đ
After Michonne notes that Rick is still lying to them both, I love the look she gives him before getting up from the bed. One; gorgeous and two; her look just feels like she knows that CRM pillow talk has ended any chance of another round.
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When Michonne does get up her X scar is visible and I feel like they knew we wanted a moment of Rick touching the scar and since TOWL came to check everything it can off the wishlists, we sure enough get this moment of Rick gently touching her scar. I love to see it. đ„č
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I remember first watching that traumatic season 9 Scars episode years ago and just thinking how badly I wanted Rick to be able to comfort Michonne after she went through that horribleness - and now here we are. đ
And I always find it sweet that despite saying that CRM stuff and Michonne calling him out for lying, the second Rick sees her scar that becomes his focus. Heâs always honed in on her which is sweet. đ And you know each time he's seen that scar, he wishes he could have been there to protect her from whatever happened.
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Rick inquires saying, âthis mark on your backâ and Michonne sighs and says âYeah.â Then she tells Rick the details of what happened and I am so glad she had a chance to share about the experiences sheâs been through. đđœ
After TOWL Episode 3, I remember I was talking with my brother and I was saying I really hope the next episode has a moment where it feels like everything Michonneâs been through and feeling gets proper acknowledgment and I adore that Danai really did give her incredible character the much-deserved and much-needed space for this. đ„Čđđœ
Michonne explains that the scar came from a woman that she let into Alexandria who was also a college buddy. Rick is surprised to learn she knew her and Michonne says, âYep. I was searching for you every day, me and Daryl.â Iâm glad she got to tell Rick that she searched for him every day.
Itâs interesting the tone in which sheâs saying this as she gets dressed and stays facing away from him. Thereâs this sort of detachment as if she has to speak about this with a bit of a wall up because itâs such a sensitive thing that really traumatized her and itâs like perhaps itâs hard to be vulnerable with Rick right now when itâs unclear which Rick sheâll be talking to.
Even just the act of her getting dressed when they def were about to be intimate again prior shows that sheâs having to put some guard up a bit more. And it makes sense because I love the guy truly but Rickâs behavior has really been giving whiplash.Â
Michonne says, âThere was no body, no trace. I couldnât stop believing you were still out there needing help, needing me.â I love that she knows their soulmatism would mean that wherever Rick was he needed her specifically. And she was right. Rick literally needed even just the vision of her in a dream to keep going.Â
This line reminded me of a moment in season 6 when Maggie doesnât know if Glenn is dead or alive. She tells Aaron that if Glenn is alive then she knows heâs somewhere needing her. Thatâs a feeling Michonne had to live with every day for almost 8 yearsâŠknowing if Rick is alive then heâs out there needing her. Not just needing help, needing her.
So it was already hard enough mourning his unknown fate in a different way than everyone else because she knew him differently and more personally than anyone else, but then to also have to live with this strong gnawing feeling that he was out there needing her had to just add a whole other level of pain to the situation.
Michonne says, âEveryone thought I was crazyâ and I was like - Rick, if you only knew the way so many of those people back home were not there for your wife during this time. đ Like so many members of team family were lacking in being the family she needed.
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And itâs so sad to know that Michonne knew pretty much everyone thought she was crazy. But I love that she kept believing anyway because Richonneâs love is too strong to let any outside perspectives dim what she knows to be true about her and Rickâs connection.Â
She then says how while everyone else thought she was crazy Joycelyn encouraged her to keep looking. It just sucks that the reason she encouraged Michonne is because sheâs actually psychotic and wanted to kidnap ASZâs children. đ Like Joycelyn even tho you're long gone, please know...
Michonne then has a moment where she sighs and says, âI was 7 months pregnant.â đ„ș Iâm glad she included that detail because it makes everything that happened in Scars extra egregious even tho it was already wildly egregious. Plus, you know it has to hit Rick to know that Michonne endured this during such a vulnerable time of being pregnant with his child just months after his disappearance.
This highlights Michonne's resilience but also has to wake Rick up to the fact that if he isnât home with her, sheâs still at risk of enduring really painful things. She'll just endure it alone and thereâs no way he wants that.Â
Michonne finally turns to Rick and tells him, âShe stole Judith and some other kids. She was sick, twisted. Did this to me and Daryl. We stopped her. I donât want to go into how.â And it makes sense. For Michonne, what she had to do that day is clearly one of the most haunting and horrific things sheâs ever experienced so I get that she doesnât want to have to relive that right now.
But Rick does want to confirm one very important detail when he asks, âYou killed her?â
Michonne assures him âYesâ and then this is when we see a flash of that Season 5 Rick because he looks at Michonne and says a very firm and affirming, âGood.â I love this. đ„Č
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Itâs clear Rick wants to go dig Joycelyn up and kill her again for the trauma he put his wife and children through.
I was like Michonne, maybe you should have told Rick that Joycelyn is still alive - because that would have had Rick in the car in 3 seconds ready to go home so he could finish the job lol. Tell me Rick wouldn't have hopped up off that bed like...
I love the protectiveness of the way he says "good." You know Rick would have done every dark thing Michonne had to do had he been there in that season 9 episode.
I remember in a s9 RIR post I wrote how part of why Michonne had to wrestle so much with what she had to do in taking out those kids was because she didnât have Rick there to let her know itâs okay. Like how he had her there to let him know he was okay after his most traumatic act of killing someone with his teeth.
I knew had Rick learned of that Scars' situation he would be wholly supportive of Michonne and feel she was right to do what she did. And so it was nice to see exactly that at this moment in TOWL.
Now, I saw some viewers were upset that Rick doesnât acknowledge Daryl in this scene...but Rick is hearing that his pregnant wife was branded and his daughter was kidnapped - thatâs bound to be the priority for him right now. And itâs not for lack of love for Daryl, it's just thereâs a time and place to address him and this wasn't it. Michonne is telling Rick about some of the deep-rooted trauma sheâs carried during their years apart. Thatâs the focus for the two right now and thatâs more than okay because...
Michonne looks so sad as she tells Rick, âI stopped looking for you.â And Rick looks sad but understanding as he nods upon hearing this.
Itâs interesting how, despite having every reason to think she witnessed Rick blow up and die on that bridge, Michonne still tells him âI stopped looking for youâ as like an apologetic confession. And I think thatâs because they are so connected and she really was feeling his presence alive out there and so, even tho she had very valid reasons for why she stopped, she still feels sorry that she stopped looking for him when she knew in her heart he was findable.
Michonne says, âI had to take care of the baby. Take care of Judith.â And Iâm just moved by this. đ„ș Because it wasnât even like she stopped looking cuz she gave up or because she was too depressed to keep looking - no, it was cause she still had these important responsibilities to her young daughter and newborn. And she took such good care of her babies even amid her grief. đ
I like that we see Rickâs watery-eyed reaction to hearing the mother of his children say that she had to take care of their kids. But even with having to stop looking, Michonne lets him know she never moved on from him.
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Rick tends to think heâs someone people can just move on from but I love that through Michonne he constantly gets reminded of how treasured he is. She says, âBut I kept believing that you were not gone forever.â Rick looks into her eyes and itâs like heâs getting yet another confirmation of what his dreams continually reminded him of - which is that Michonne wholeheartedly believes in him.
And then I love that she says, âI still believe that.â Even when it feels like her Rick might be gone, she still believes that heâs not gone forever. đ„č Love it so much. Sheâs really honoring that 'believe a little longer' motto. đđœ
Rick silently looks in her eyes for a moment and this whole scene and episode really just feels like an exchange between two halves of one soul. The way they depict soulmates like no other is something to behold. đđœ
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And right now thereâs this underlying complication because Rick has this guard up and yet every time he and Michonne look at each other he knows she can see right through his walls and is beckoning for him to finally let the guard down and express whatâs really going on inside.Â
Rick starts to get dressed and itâs almost like feeling so figuratively bare before her makes him put on another layer. But they are soulmates so nothing can ever really stop her from seeing and knowing all of him.
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Michonne watches and turns toward him and when she looks down she can see his handless arm. For the most part that arm had always had the prosthetic but now she gets to reach down and touch it and the way she gently touches his arm is so precious. đ„ș
I adore the parallel of both Rick and Michonne touching each other's scars that they both received during some of the most traumatic and hardest days of their life.
After enduring those things alone and in the name of love for each other and their kids, they now get to be here face to face and healing each other with their loving touch and care. đ„č
As Michonne touches his arm she says, âYou did this to get away.â That has to really move her. Like knowing Rick was willing to cut off his own hand to get away immediately paints the picture of his determination and desperation to get home. And as crazy as that act of chopping off his own hand is, Michonne doesnât look at him as crazy for it. Theyâre both intensely devoted to family so she gets it. đđœ
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Rick looks into her eyes and says, âIt was the only way.â Michonne says, âYou were trying to come home.â And Rick repeats, âI was trying to come home.â I like how he wants to assure her of that. Like while now he keeps saying he wonât go home, there was a time that Rick was fighting like hell to get home. And thatâs part of why heâs so convinced he canât make it home anymore - because of all the taxing thwarted attempts he's tried before.
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I love that Michonne says, âYouâre still trying. I see it.â Even despite the BS, she knows Rickâs heart is still pulling him toward home. đ„Č His heart is pulling him toward her so thatâs the same thing as pulling him toward home.
And again, itâs so effective for Michonne to just softly ask these questions and statements regarding Rickâs hand because one; itâs reminding him of what he most wanted and pursued in his past which was to go home and be with his wife and family. And two; it's reminding him how he should still go after what he most wants in the present too.
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I love how she stays comfortingly holding his arm as she reminds him, âYou have the button. You could have hit it, Rick. You havenât.â Thatâs a great point. I had forgot that heâs had access to the PRB ever since Michonne gave it to him earlier in the episode. Not pressing it definitely shows that heâs not nearly as eager to involve the CRM again like he claims.Â
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Then I love the dialogue with Michonne saying, âYou say you canât go home but I donât think you can go back.â Itâs said so tenderly and as always sheâs absolutely right.
Seeing Michonne be there for Rick like this, it made me think about how Rick's past saw him needed as a provider but with Michonne he gets to feel needed and valued most of all as a person, as exactly who he is.
Itâs why I think Michonne is the absolute best person to have rescued him because he needed to find himself again through someone who views his role not just as a protector/provider but as a true partner, equal, and love. She's the one who will always fight alongside him and fight for him the same way he does for her.
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And then yâall, cue my tears because Michonne then lovingly touches his handless arm and emotionally says, âIâm sorry for what they did to you.â đ„ș I have to pause and collect myself after that line. đ
The way Michonne depicts a wifeâs love is just something special. đ„čBut also itâs so moving how this just feels like she's expressing from human to human that she feels for him and the pain he's been through.
And even tho Rick hasnât yet told her exactly what the CRM did that has him so traumatized, in this moment you know Michonne can sense and feel what has yet to be expressed.
I love that Rick is loved on like this by this incredible woman. đ„č She cares about him so much and after enduring a lot alone for years, I'm so glad Rick has his soulmate back. He needs her and her tender loving care desperately after going without any of this type of care for years.
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And again, the wording stands out because she knows that what is making him this way isnât him but something done to him. They did something. And I love that she is continually trying to free Rick from the burden of thinking what heâs become is all his fault or a product of his failure when really heâs a traumatized captor of the CRM.
It's interesting because yes the Civic Republic/CRM didnât deliberately torture Rick, in fact for many the place is a sanctuary, but they kept Rick from his family and therefore they put him through a fate worse than death. đ
When Michonne offers him this sincere empathy, Rick looks at her and you can hear his shaky breathing come back a little bit. Again heâs being the most seen and loved that heâs been in nearly a decade and itâs like thereâs this anxiousness because he knows thereâs something he needs to open up about but heâs kept it inside for so long and so it seems overwhelming to open the floodgates. Especially when heâs still convinced that the best thing he can do is keep Michonne away from him and the âpoisonâ thatâs over him due to the CRM.
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But fortunately, heâs with the one person who can always get him to be real no matter what and so thatâs exactly what happens as this scene continues.Â
I truly appreciate this series of events for the touching way it allowed Richonne to address each other's literal scars and segway into addressing the even more painful invisible scars that theyâve got from having gone without each other all these years.
And if I thought the acting and dialogue were great alreadyâŠit reached new heights of excellence in these following moments. đđœđ
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Silver Roses & Fallen Snow
5: The Winnerâs Guilt (Series Masterlist)
summary: Your father makes another deal, and Coriolanus Snow wins the 10th Annual Hunger Games, but Dean Highbottom wonât let him feel too good about it⊠Especially when he knows his weakness.
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
includes: readerâs dad being a dick, major fluff at the beginning, allusions to sex, kissing, death, mentions of murder, yelling/screaming, mentions of cheating, mentions of heartbreak, italics are flashbacks, bold italics are Coriolanusâ thoughts
word count: 4.4k+
a/n: oopsies, sorry for the long wait đ ALSO THIS STORY IS NOT OVER YET, DONT WORRY
Waking up and hearing your fatherâs nonsense about the Hunger Games was not the best way to start your morning as a mentor. Especially when your tribute had just survived the blood bath by the skin of her teeth and an ally. You really did not want to stay home any longer, but your father insisted that you stay and listen to his thoughts about the games, asking about your own thoughts and strategies on how you were going to get the young twelve-year-old to win.
âMhm.â You nod mindlessly, poking your food in boredom. You were grateful for the food made by your wonderful staff, but your father was just ruining it.
âBe glad your sickly tribute had an alliance with the other District Eleven tribute. She would have been dead otherwise.â
You hum again, sipping from the tea this time. It took at least ten minutes before he switched the topic, something that made you want to listen to his speech about the Hunger Games instead.
âHow are you and that young Snow doing?â
The question was out of the blue, which meant it was attached to something much worse afterward.
âWeâre doing as fine as it always is.â You meet his eyes, the weight of your rose charm suddenly becoming prominent. âWhy?â
âCanât I take interest in my daughterâs relationship with a boy who isnât worth anything?â Your father raised his brow, an entitled chuckle following. You glare at him, gaining his attention back. âYou know his songbird wonât win. She barely escaped. And sheâs friends with the other tribute who got bitten in the neck. They wonât make it out even if they tried. Plus, I know he would do anything to win, even if it means breaking a few rulesââ
You shake your head, âIs this going anywhere? Or are we going to keep talking about the games?â
âAh, you take after your mother.â He smiles at the memory before switching back to his authoritative tone. âI was speaking with Porcius Creed about his eldest sonââ
âFatherââ
â---And if all else fails with young Mr. Snow, he would be delighted to have his son wed you.â He finishes, looking at your expression with amusement. âWhat?â
âI hate you.â You seeth and push away from the dining table, taking your coat and leaving the Lovett Manor.
Your father had been talking about setting you up with another one of your peers after the games. You didnât expect him to already arrange something without knowing if Coriolanus was going to win or not. Sure, his chances were slim, but you had the hope that he would win, even if that meant your tribute couldnât. And it was hell knowing that if he lost you were stuck with Festus for the rest of your life. He wasnât as bad as the other prospects your father had brought up, but there were others more worthy of you than Festus.
Including Coriolanus Snow.
There were several times when you knew you wanted to marry Coriolanus. You could be separated from him for months and still want to marry him. It was something you believed that would never change.
Lovett Manor was filled with the most prestigious families of the Capitol. Your father had invited almost everyone he was business partners with and those in control of the government. He had left little invitations for you to give out as the majority of them were already well acquainted with you through the Academy. Luckily, you were able to sneak an invite to the Snows, having the power to veto your fatherâs own opinions.
After all, it was your eighteenth birthday.
However, you had zero say in how your party was supposed to go. Your father had planned everything and hired the best staff to make the house and ballroom presentable for your birthday. All you did was watch from the living room and pick out a dress from the dozens your stylist brought in.
And with all the families present in the grand ballroom, you thought it would be best to sneak away while the party was still hot and heavy, taking quick steps up to your room.
Entering your room, you swung open the balcony doors to reveal the vast garden looming over the backyard. You could still hear the muffled songs playing from the ballroom from below as you leaned against your balconyâs concrete railings.
It felt like only a few minutes before someone came knocking on your door, making you release a heavy sigh.
âYes?â You ask, body still facing away from your room.
âI havenât seen you all night, beautiful.â Coriolanus entered, watching your eyes light up as you whipped around.
You smiled and let him pull you into an embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso. You tilt your head up, meeting his eyes. âHey.â
âHi.â He held you by the hand and twirled you around, admiring your figure. âYou look stunning.â
Truth be told, the dress and makeup were truly beautiful. You wore an off-shoulder, silk red gown that cascaded down to the ground, with ruby earrings dangling and shining from the moonlight. Your lips were painted a daring red, matching your complexion beautifully. Not to mention the necklace hanging around your neck, which was Coriolanusâ favorite jewelry youâve ever owned. But really, he loved the way you looked all the time.
âYou look so beautiful.â He breathed almost intimately, his blue eyes now focusing on yours.
You continued to smile brightly, taking note of his matching outfit. You wondered how much Tigris had to spend just so he could look proper at your party. The thought gnawed in your mind for a bit before you snapped back, coming up with a quick compliment to cover your silence. âYou look quite handsome yourself.â
A new song started up in the ballroom. A slower song preferably for the couples and single men your father wanted you to dance with. Coriolanus tilts his head at the music, a playful glint in his eyes as you raise a brow in curiosity.
Coriolanus formally extends his hand out to you, âWould you like to dance, beautiful?â
You shake your head with a small smile, placing your hand on top of his. âOf course, Coryo.â
He kisses the top of your hand and pulls you into a graceful waltz. One hand was placed delicately on your waist while the other held your hand that wasnât holding onto his shoulder. He guided you effortlessly across your balcony, matching the songâs pace. You two spoke about your day and brought up memories from the past. It was refreshing to talk to someone you genuinely wanted to talk to.
âThank you for the flowers.â You mention, remembering the orchids that were sent up to your room earlier while you were getting ready, Coriolanusâ handwriting scrawled on a piece of paper attached to it. âI love them.â
âI have another gift, but that wonât come until later.â He winked as he spun you around, watching your face flush red as he caught you.
âI hate you.â You bite back a smile, your heart wanting nothing more than to kiss and marry the man in front of you. You promised yourself you could never actually hate him. You knew there would never be a chance where you could have the strongest emotion to hate him.
He let a small smirk slip through, âYou love me.â
âYeah, I do.â You reply with the softest voice.
Coriolanus dipped you as the song came to an end, holding onto you tightly. âHappy birthday, my love.â
You smiled widely at him, knowing that he was the only one who completely swept you off your feet.
He pressed a loving kiss to your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. It seemed like fireworks went off in your stomach as the actual fireworks went off in the night sky, signifying the end of your birthday party.
âAnd Happy Anniversary,â Coriolanus spoke when he parted your lips briefly, gazing into your eyes filled with adoration.
By the time you snapped out of your memories, you arrived at the Capitolâs Citadel. You were unaware of how long you were disassociated with the world around you until the horns honking behind you grew more aggressive and loud. As you left the car and entered the impending building, whispers were going around of another tributeâs death. Many suspected it was another one of Coralâs, but you knew the truth and didnât dare say a word about it.
Soon enough, Lucretius Flickerman announced the death of the tribute.
âWakey wakey, my Capitol friends! Iâm Lucky Flickerman and welcome to day number two of the Tenth Annual Hunger Games.â He introduces himself to the camera once more. âNow while most of you were getting your beauty sleep last night, something scintillating occurred. Bobbin, from District Eight, slaughtered.â
The screen flashed to the boyâs frozen body, the buzzer indicating the official death.
You bit the inside of your cheek, resting your hands on the back of your seat. You glanced around the huge room, looking for a particular blond when Lysistrata and Festus came over to where you stood, supposedly finding someone new to rope into their conversation about the fallen tribute.
âWe have a question for you.â Festus clasped his hands together and pointed toward you. You blinked for a second, hoping that he wasnât going to bring up anything your father recently told you. âWhy do you think they wouldnât show us the death of the young boy?â
You shrug and slip into the mask of a Capitol student with no care after realizing Festus didnât know what his own father roped him into. âMaybe they lost the footage.â
âHow can they? They were live all night.â Lysistrata furrowed her brows, glancing up at the screen. âSomething is off.â
âMaybe theyâre building suspense, Lyssie.â You silently thank whoever was in charge of the program for changing the camera feed. âWho knows what could have happened. Maybe the death was just too brutal.â
Festus shook his head like your thought wasnât something practical. âObviously it was one of Coralâs. Everyone else weâve talked to said that no one else has moved throughout the night except her and the rest of her pack.â
You zoned out from their conversation as they started to argue more about the young boy, picking at your nails. The sounds around you meshed into one while the Citadel filled with Academy and University students, along with families of the remaining mentors. With your distracted self, you hadnât realized Coriolanus arrived and was well aware of your disassociation.
âGood morning, beautiful.â Coriolanus slipped an arm around your waist as he left a quick kiss on your cheek. He quickly noticed you being absent-minded, rubbing soft circles in your waist. âWhatâs wrong?â
You hummed, taking his hand and lacing them together. âA lot of stuff.â
âYou canât be vague.â He clicks his tongue and lets you mess with his fingers. âWhat happened?â
You tilt your head up and peck his lips. âI love you a lot, you know that, right?â
âI do.â He murmurs, looking between your eyes. âI love you more than you realize⊠What did your father say to you?â
You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the mention of your father, cursing your boyfriendâs quick judgment. âIâll tell you later.â
âFine.â He gave you another quick kiss, unbuttoning his blazer. âWhat are they talking about?â He titled his head to the duo to your right.
âTributeâs death.â You loop a finger around your necklace for a bit and then move your hand over to Coriolanusâ left shoulder, gently massaging as he tenses. âAre you feeling any better?â
He shrugs, âHoping for everything to end today.â
You give his shoulder one last squeeze, âYou better sit down. Flickerman looks like heâs gonna murder Festus for standing around.â
âIâll talk to you later.â Coriolanus removed his arm from you and placed a brief kiss on your lips. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You reciprocate.
Truly, you found it strange that Coriolanus became more attentive and doting toward you recently. But who were you to complain about your boyfriendâs sudden increase in affection?
You took your seat as the screen flashed to Jessup and Lucy Gray down in the same spot from last time. You werenât interested too badly until the male tribute moved to attack Lucy Gray. You werenât expecting it, nor did everyone else watching as gasps emerged from the stands. Everyone was fixated on the screen as the camera switched to the main part of the arena, capturing the chase.
âJessup, going for Lucy Gray.â Flickerman commentates, more gasps and murmurs coming from the stands inside the Citadel.
You shifted your gaze over to your right, watching Coriolanus converse with Lysistrata. You knew he was trying to talk his way into getting his tribute to survive, but you were silently hoping Jessup took out Lucy Gray. You werenât one to wish death upon someone, but the little memory locked in a chest started to break open the more you thought about your fatherâs words. However, you knew Jessup was done for the second you caught Lysistrata giving in to Coriolanusâ efforts.
She sent a drone out with water, the glass smashing against the tributeâs chest which sent panic to course through his body. Everyone watched as he tried to balance, but he fell over the concrete ledge and promptly died, the buzzer indicating the time of death. You watched as your peer walked out of the room with a broken face, avoiding the eyes of her classmates.
Your eyes flickered back to the screen as you heard the crowdâs murmur increase in volume. Lucy Gray was surrounded by Coral and her group and it felt like she had lost the game as more donations started to roll in for the other tributes. There were positives and negatives to Lucy Grayâs life in the games. If Lucy Gray died now, you would be stuck with Festus. If she survived and won, you were sure you would be stuck with seeing red everywhere, even if you had Coriolanus to yourself.
And as if he heard your thoughts, Festus looked over at you and then to Coriolanus, watching both of your faces to find any change emotionally.
âOh, look at this! The pack doing what they do best, packing it in!â Flickerman switches his gaze over to the mentors as he hears a computer switching keys. âMr. Snow going for his community packages.â
You reach up for your necklaceâs charm, watching as the horrid drones come pouring into the arena and smashing into the tributes. You were thankful that Dill was safe and away from the chaos that happened within a span of just a few minutes. If anything, you would rather have Dill stay hidden for the rest of the games and let everyone else fight for their lives.
âHey! You canât attack the tributes.â Vipsania stood from her seat, all heads turning toward her and then to Coriolanus.
âIâm just sending water.â Coriolanus shrugs, looking at you for a split second in amusement.
Honestly, you were on the verge of letting a small laugh out at his response. Of course, he used the drones to attack the tributes, but what they donât know canât hurt them, right?
Instead of looking back at the screen like the rest of your classmates did, you let your eyes train on Coriolanus. He was just so immersed in the live feed and you couldnât help yourself. His tongue would slightly poke out and his eyebrows would furrow every couple seconds. It would have been cute if you werenât mentoring the Hunger Games or if there wasnât a buzzer just now.
When you said you were going to study with Coriolanus, you werenât thinking that you were going to study for the next four hours after class ended. You studied for about thirty solid minutes before you started to lose focus.
You shifted your attention from the Latin textbook in your lap to the blond next to you. You smiled at the sight. He was focused on reading a passage in Latin that he didnât realize his tongue was poking out with the scrunch of his nose and brows.
âCoryo.â You shifted from your spot on his bed, sitting up as he hummed. âDo you know you look like an angry kitten when you read?â
âPardon?â He looked up at you, watching your eyes shine in delight.
âWell, you make a face that looks like an angry kitten whenever you focus on somethingâŠâ You hide your face behind his shoulder, suppressing a short laugh. âNever mind.â
Coriolanus swore his heart skipped a beat at your laughter, falling deeper and deeper in love with you each day. âBeautiful, I wonât be compared to an angry kitten outside of this conversation.â
âFine.â You bite back a smile as you peer up at him from your spot. âBut Iâll be thinking about it whenever I see you do it. Itâs cute.â
He felt the tips of his ear warm at your words, âItâs not cute.â
âIt is.â You peck his cheek. âIt so is. Iâll take a picture of it one day and print it for you.â
âAgain, falling. Ending a tributeâs game.â
Your attention shifted back to the screen as Lucy Gray ran up into the fallen stands and into the air ducts. The second she locked herself in there, another buzzer went off moments later.
Coral killed one from her pack. Despite having an alliance together, she had zero hesitation to turn against someone to prove her worth and not let anyone get in her way.
âSeven tributes remain. Merciless Mizzen, cunning Coral, treacherous Treech. Dill, Reaper, of course, and the little ones. Little Wovey and Lucy Gray.â
You blew a small breath out, watching as Coral and her pack left to get Wovey. You felt bad for the poor girl, but you would rather have them after anyone else who wasnât your own tribute. You shut your eyes for a moment, but you could sense something bad was about to happen with all the silence filling the room.
âAnd who do we have here? Ah, itâs ill Dill. Tuberculosis on legs.â
Your eyes immediately shoot open as you hear your tributeâs name being called. You wish she could have at least waited for Reaper to go with her out in the arena. She had no weapon, and it wasnât practical to be in the Hunger Games without a weapon. You were just praying that no one would see her, hoping that she could get the water and go.
She looked around the arena before taking a sip from the water left by the pack. Dill placed it back down and coughed a fit, something that confused you. She was coughing a lot more than the other day. You creased your brows as she moved to lay down on the ground, continually coughing. You swore she was better before she entered the arena. And if she wasnât, you gave her medicine to take during the games.
Coriolanus dropped his gaze down from the screen and glanced over to you, knowing the truth of what happened to the girl. He knew that your tribute already lost the games by drinking the water.
You watched as Reaper came running across the screen, shaking her awake before dread spread through your body as he flipped her over. He screamed, looking around the arena.
âNo no no no no no.â You mumble, eyes glazed over. âHow did that evenâ? No no no no noââ
The buzzer went off. Officially indicating the death of your tribute. You bit your tongue and left, not daring to look back at the screen where your tribute lay dead or meet your loverâs eyes which were burning into you.
You stepped out of the room and leaned against the wall, holding back sobs for the young girl. You promised yourself you would get Dill out, and you couldnât even keep it. Mentoring the games increased your hatred for them, but the deaths of each tribute shot the hatred far past the point of return. You wiped stray tears that managed to get away from you, the tears darkening your red Academy uniform. You were about to head back to Lovett Manor when you heard someone clearing their throat beside you, making you freeze your movements. You saw Dean Highbottom waiting for you with what seemed like a videotape in his hand labeled: NIGHT 3, CAPITOL ZOO.
Fireworks went off in the early evening as Coriolanus entered one of the most important Capitol buildings. He was instructed that his tribute was waiting for him inside, but he still wanted to find you. You were not present when he won the Hunger Games and no one knew where you went.
Until now.
âLucy Gray?â Coriolanus called out in the monumental room, the peacekeepers escorting him waiting by the front. âLucy Gray?â He called one more time, voice echoing.
He slowly spun around looking at the table in front of him, the color draining from his face as he saw his fatherâs handkerchief and his motherâs compact. Albeit confused as to why a television was placed amongst them.
âCoriolanus.â Your own voice reverberated around the room, entering the room with your own pair of peacekeepers.
âBeautiful,â He loosened his tense shoulders, smiling at your presence. âWhere were you? Iââ
âI heard you won.â You frown, walking over to him. âCongratulations.â
He creased his brows at the way you carried yourself. It was different. âWhatâs wrongââ
âYou cheated, Coriolanus.â You glance at the items laid across the table, tapping the videotape the dean gave you against your palm. âYou know thatâs against the rules.â
âYes, butââ Then he cut himself off as he noticed your puffy, bloodshot eyes. He knew were crying for a while if they had gotten to that state.
âYou cheated.â You said again. This time, your voice trembled at the thought. âWas I ever going to know?â
Coriolanus kept quiet, waiting for you to continue. There was no way you knew about it⊠Right?
âCoriolanus, when?â You quickly wipe a falling tear, keeping your composure up.
âNever.â He spoke as he reached out to you. âBut it was all for you! I donâtââ
You pull away from his touch, shoving the tape down onto the table. âPlay the tape, Coriolanus.â
He sighed, taking the recording and putting it inside the slot, the television coming to life.
The video that was played was a recording from the Capitol Zoo. And according to the timestamp at the top, yesterday.
You couldnât watch the screen even if you tried. You knew that if you did, there was no coming back from breaking down and sobbing for what seemed like the nth time today.
âBeautifulâŠâ Coriolanus runs a hair through his hand, watching the tape. âThat kiss with Lucy Gray meant nothing.â
Apparently watching it happen and hearing it coming from your loverâs mouth was entirely different because you snapped the second he mentioned those three words in one sentence.
âYou kissed Lucy Gray, Coriolanus!â You yell, tears now free-falling from your face. His eyes widened at your tone, looking between your fiery eyes. âYou kissed her so you could win! You manipulated the poor girl! You thought I wouldnât find out about this? You gave her your motherâs compact filled with poison and it killed my tribute! Itâs notââ
You took deep breaths, shutting your eyes as your heart slowly broke with each second passing he said nothing.
âDo you want to know why I was upset earlier, Coriolanus?â You quickly wipe a tear. âBecause my father and Festusâ father agreed to let me wed Festus if you didnât win. You won, but at what cost?â
He wanted to comfort you, but the second he touched you, it was all over. He knew that his touch would be unwelcome.
âYou kissed Lucy Gray when you promised I was your top priority.â You disregarded the few tears that continued to pour out of your eyes. âYou kissed her when you promised wherever we go, you stayed with me.â You bite your lip, looking down at the floor, almost whispering the next words. âYou kissed Lucy Gray when we were together like I meant nothing to you.â
âWere?â Coriolanus questioned your use of the past tense to reference your relationship status. âWhat do you mean were?â
You flicker your eyes up to his, âAs in we were together. Coriolanus, you cheated on me. And no, we canât just fix this issue this time or forget about it. You could have come up with any other way of getting Lucy Gray to win, but you chose one that could hurt meâŠâ You crease your brows at the inflection of your words. âAnd it did. You think you did the right thing, but choosing to kiss someone else to be with another is not how this works.â
âBeautifulâŠâ
âI canât.â You murmur, unclasping the necklace off of you and handing it over to him. âYou canât expect me to stay with you after you cheated on me. After you reassured me that you werenât acting a certain way with Lucy Gray.â
He paled as the necklace fell into his palm, the weight of the silver burning his hand like the burden it was. âYou know I never meant it like that. I wanted to win for you.â
âI know.â You gave him a bitter smile at the thought of your fatherâs deal, calming yourself from your earlier reactions.
Coriolanus wrapped his fingers around the hot necklace, watching you become more and more distant with him. âYou know I love you, right?â
âI know.â You replied as the peacekeepers signaled for you to wrap it up. You let out a shaky breath as one last tear fell from your face, getting ready to leave before Highbottom came.
Coriolanus couldnât help but wipe it off, causing you to frown at his cold touch. âPlease.â
You take a hold of his hand, squeezing it. âCoriolanus⊠Itâs not fair to myself.â
Before you could leave, Coriolanus pulled you into his arms, one hand holding your hip while the other held your back. He kissed the top of your head, âIâm sorry, beautiful.â
You choke back a sob that threatened to escape, bringing your hands to your mouth. You knew you had to leave, but it wasnât like you could leave his embrace. It gave you comfort even if you didnât want it from him. And he held you. After everything, you let him hold you tightly.
Everything was wrong. The wrong place at the wrong time. And the only thing that both you and Coriolanus felt as you left him was fallen snow melting on burning silver.
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