hi! my nameâs eel, (he/him) in short, i write reader insert stuff for you and myself.. i write for all characters, but i do have a certain limit to what i write and who exactly is requesting.
heavy disclaimer! i want all my writings to be inclusive for everyone, i donât really roll with gender specific requests, but iâm not opposed to it for characters with already established sexualities and such. (ex; flores & caveira.)
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you are terf, proship, exclus, racist, transphobic, all that ugly stuff.
â„ i do not write about
taboo subjects, i think you know what im talking about. (ab//se, in//st, s//xual as//ult and such topics.)
when it comes to nsfw i will not write for any gross kinksâ like scat, cnc, etc etc eugh you get the idea
đ = nsfw writings
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i currently will write for ââ·
rainbow six siege
street fighter
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siege masterlist ââ·
relationship headcanons. (ace, caveira, jÀger)
relationship headcanons. (doc, blitz & montagne)
relationship headcanons. (maverick & zero)
relationship headcanons. (flores)
relationship headcanons. (vigil)
valentineâs day. (ace, twitch & rook)
how would they comfort you? (blitz & jÀger)
whatâs their âidealâ vacation? (fbi swat)
whatâs their âidealâ type? (lion & thermite)
whatâs their âidealâ type? (rook & blitz)
whatâs their âidealâ type? (fuze & tachanka)
im sorry for being absent for so long guys đ i stopped playing siege after a while but i started playing again LMAO i love fenrir now. thats all i wanted to say.
btw i see all ur guysys comments n replies i dont respond bc it just automatically flies back to my main blog and its kind of embarrassing đ but just know i appreciate it all
i need to HOLD OUT until rashid and ed release⊠im shaking with excitementâŠ. i need that boyfailure footube streamer and the egotistical shadaloo lab experiment right neowâŠ
Never requested anything in my life but how about a scenario where the reader jumpscares either jamie, luke or bosch (in the rooftops, while playing a game or training) and gets a laugh out of their reaction and then they get reader back for it except it leads into something a bit spicy đł
Love your writing so much, I'll eat up anything you put out fr
-@gourdkeeper (anon because it'd message from my main </3)
twister! - luke âĄ
a/n: ok funnily enough i actually had written ab eerily similar personal fic to something like this execpt it was an oc insert + they were training instead HELPPP but omg⊠yas of course!!! i already have another jamie fic in the works so i feel like i gotta switch things up w/ luke đđsorry ive been writing nothing but fanfic smut lately and its only bc literally half of my account is old amateur fluff hcs LMAO
not proofread bc⊠YOLO!!!!
You do this routinely thing of hanging out with each and every one of your masters, a whole schedule, specific times of days. On Monday mornings Chun-li teaches you skeet shooting, Wednesday evenings are reserved for baking with Manon, Saturday nights are best for alcoholic shot games with Jamie.
Sometimes simple, sometimes ridiculous. Youâre a real people pleaser.
No matter what day though, you always find some way to squeeze in game-time with your first masterâ Luke, of course. The two of you hangout often, being intimate whilst also eating snacks and constantly bantering whenever you game. Tonight was different, instead of the usual Strawberry Fighter IV ranked matches, you had suggested playing Twister. Boardgames are just some âold-fashioned funâ, you told him.
You both had been playing for hours now, no breaks, your limbs entwining, you have your head underneath Lukeâs chest, both hands on two dots just below his feet. He has his face pressed against your back, facing the opposite way.
Luke is no Ryu, thatâs for sure. But youâd like to think he would be somewhat skittish around scary insectsâ so before he reaches for the spinner again, your fingers lightly tickle his leg, trying to imitate the feeling of something crawling up his leg. Quickly, you shout, âIs that a spider?â drawing your hand back quickly.
âWhatâ!?â Luke immediately backs away, falling off the plastic mat, shaking and kicking his legs frantically, watching you slowly rise up from the floor, fists in the air.
âGotcha!â you point to him, laughing, holding your stomach with a wide grin on your face. Never in your life would you believe that actually worked as well as it did.
He pouts. Standing up, crossing his arms, checking his legs one more time, just incase, âAw, câmon. You cheated!â he points back at you, âBut aw man, that was a good one..â he quietly admits. One thing about him that youâre glad aboutâ he doesnât take things to heart.
âIâll get you back.â he swears, a wide smile on his face. Seemingly riled up already.
Before you quip back with a sly remark, Luke charges at you. Pinning you down against the floor, sparking up a playful wrestling match. Your legs are beside his hips, Lukeâs arms are wrapped around your waist and his head is snuggled into the crook of your neck. Heâs squeezing you, trying to pin you into submission. Youâre too flustered to even try to âfightâ back, simply giggling, hugging around his body instead, trying to insinuate to him.
âYouâre bad.â he whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek, âWere you just trying to get into my pants? You couldâve just asked, yâknow. Iâd gladly twist you into a pretzel myselfââ
âStop it, you cornball.â you joke, lightly tugging his head back. Luke starts to attack your neck with kisses. Heâs quick to slide his hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest, moving his lips to touch yours, heâs more rougher and excited than usual. The days where you manage to get under his skin are the best.
He pulls you closer towards him, pressing your hips together, grinding his erection against you. You card your hands through his hair, he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, mouth open agape, hot and bothered. Heâs all of the sudden desperate to fuck you. He slides down your pants with haste, pulling down his own right after. When it comes to sex, Luke is way too excited, heâs often sloppy, messy as if he was actually inexperienced.
âYou always look so good.â he says, pressing his fingers to your mouth, obliging you to open up, slicking his fingers with spit, sucking on his digits, muffled moaning as he continues to grind against you, pulling his fingers out.
Fucking on rooftops in the nighttime meant that you had privacyâ but everyone could still very much hear you. So the two of you make a desperate effort to stay quiet, covering each otherâs mouths everytime one lets out a particularly loud moan.
He makes it clear how badly he wants to be inside of you. Heâs in a rush to use your spit as lube, teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance, closely observing your face for any sort of reactions as he slowly pushes in, groaning out in relief. Luke collapses against you, more licking and kissing all over your neck. Slow, hard thrusts rock your body back, heâs big, confident when he fucks, leaving you a sensitive, whiney, and needy mess everytime.
You want more, you beg for him, demand him to go harder, faster or slower. He obeys your every order, looking to please you, praise you.
âLuke,â you call out to him with a moan, âCloseâ so close.â you whine.
âAre you gonna cum? You justâ god, youâre too good to me.â he groans, âI wish I could just fuck you all night, watch you get all shy for me.â he says, his thumb caressing your cheek. Heâs hooked on all the noises you make, the little changes in your expression. Itâs all too much, he feels you tighten around him, arching your back, pressing against his sweaty body.
âGood job, baby.â Luke pulls you into another tight hug, pressing a kiss to your neck, âHold on, okay?â God, it seemed no matter how much you tease him, or how pent-up youâll try to make him, Luke absolutely never would be degrading with you. When he speaks a constant flow of praises in your ears, the tone in his voice is shaky, so gentle with you, willing to keep going for as long as you cum.
You feel his cock twitch, his movements growing more sporadic, making the Twister mat underneath you two scrunch up and wrinkle, ruining the once wholesome little game. Luke lets out a relieved groan. His hips stutter as he cums inside, keeping you still against his pelvis, pulling out slow when heâs finished. âIâm still mad at you for cheating.â he jabs, sarcastic.
âWell, you paused the game last time I almost broke your win-streak! Itâs fair game.â you reason.
I'm having a really hard time these last months, reading your fanfics at 2am was the highlight of my year. So I really want to say thanks to you! ><
I don't know if you're still accepting requests, but could I request a scenario with fem! Reader waking up to find out Jamie slept on the bed with her? And like things start all cute but end up on NSFW? I dunno like Jamie eating reader out? No idea, I've never done a request before ._.
Anyway, this is more to thank you than anything.
Sorry it took me so long to get to this one omg!!! I'm glad you're enjoying my writing tho, hopefully this one makes your day better as well dear <3
Word count: 1490
Content warnings: 18+, oral sex, no established relationship, biting, licking, reader has a hangover I guess, afab reader
Pigeons are cooing just outside your window and the sun is peaking through the blinds pulling you away from dream land.
Last night was rough on you, you've gone out partying and met up with this guy... This really amazing dancer, you shared some drinks with him and you got his phone number. He looked super cute and had some killer moves.
Ugh, your body feels like you've been hit by a ton of bricks, maybe you drank a bit too much. You toss your arms up to stretch and roll over to the side.
"Hm?" You pry one eye open.
There is someone in bed with you. You get slightly startled and wince back.
Oh. Ooooh...
So the cute guy... From last night slept here...?
You quickly look under the sheets and in your underwear. Nope, you're clean, nothing you don't have memory of happened. Phew.
Although, you sort of wish it did...
"Uhhh-" you tap the side of his shoulder and peak over him. God. He's beautiful, your inebriated mind played no tricks on you.
He groans and rolls to your side, "jus'five more min..!" He quickly perks up when he realizes he's not home. "Woah, what the hell?!"
You can't help but giggle.
"Oh, yeah right I walked you home..."
"You did?" You can't really remember much.
"Yeah, you kinda uhh got plastered and I didn't think it was safe for you to walk home alone in the early hours if you catch my drift..." He's rubbing the back of his head and stretching his back, adjusting his shoulders trying to get himself more waken up.
"That's sweet of you... Jamie was it?" You scoot over closer to him and your eyes fixate on his lips, his collarbone, his chest... He's so damn pretty.
"Y-yeah that's right! Nice that you still remember that," he smirks, "did I leave that much of an impression?"
Your faces approach, breathing in each others breath and your parted lips meet his.
You suck his lower lip in and then play with your tongues, breaking away from the kiss only momentarily connected by a string of saliva, just to catch a breath and go back at it.
He's the first to pull away. "I guess it was a good impression then?" Eyebrow cocked up and licking his own lips.
"Hmm yeah I'd say so, maybe I need to have another taste to decide~" you play and lick his collarbone and up his neck making him jolt and shiver.
"Are you sensitive there?"
"Maybe, why don't you have another taste?" He jests, half mocking half goading you.
You hold his head on the opposite side and lick once more, him holding back and trying not to pull away, you do it again and he feels a shiver down his spine.
You start peppering kisses in the crook of his neck, riling him up, "Thank you for taking care of me Jamie..." You whisper softly.
"Y-you're... welcome-" he moves his hands to hold you to him.
You take the gesture as a sign to continue and so you do, getting more heated up, you get bold and decide to bite him ever so slightly.
"A-ah!"
Was that him getting startled or did you hit jackpot?
You do it over and your doubts clear. His legs bucked together and toes curling.
"Y-you sure you wanna do this?"
He looks so sweet, the rays of sun hitting his flushed red skin, his furrowed brows, biting his lower lip.
You take a mischiveous look at him and without wasting any time you lick up to behind his ear to whisper, "I'm down if you're down..."
You're bitting down on his neck again when he asks, "You sure you wanna dance with the devil?" He looks like he has something on his mind.
"The devil?" You smile, "I don't know about that, why don't you give me a demonstration hm?" You tease him.
He lets you try and bite him again to spin around and pin you with his body, "I'll tempt you alright~"
It's his turn to retribute and he mimicks your earlier actions, licking you and whispering dirty sweet nothings in your ear and biting you.
Oh man, you understand his toe curling better than ever now, you're doing it yourself and your back arching as far as it can with him on top of you.
"J-Jamie..! God-"
"God?" You can feel his mouth curl to a smile while he bites you once more. "I don't think god can save you from me~"
He starts moving lower, kissing your collar bone, then over to your breasts which much to his disappointment your bra is still on but nothing to fret about because he goes lower.
Now kissing at your midriff, licking it up and dragging his tongue lower and lower. His hands moved to your wrists now and his face is right at your crotch, looking up at you with hunger in his eyes and he licks over your underwear.
"Why don't you spread these for me?"
You comply immediately, parting your legs, putting them over his shoulders.
He bares his teeth and bites at your underwear, dragging it to the side, exposing you, you feel the air touch you and that's already enough to make you swallow dry.
He's knows he has you wrapped around his finger already with the way you're looking down at him as if pleading him to make a move.
And he does just that, pressing his mouth to you he licks at your folds, adjusting himself comfortably and bringing his tongue up to find your clit, it took no effort, it feels swollen already, throbbing at his every move. When he pulls away for a second you can't help but let a desperate whine out.
"Please..." Your breathing is shallow, dragged out, chest heaving up and down. Sweat beads forming at your forehead.
You can only see his eyes but you know he's smirking.
That's when you feel his tongue attempting to ram inside you and licking flat, he laps you up, taking his time to savour you. Eyes glued to you, he blinks and bats his long lashes, it feels like you're watching him in slow motion.
He presses up to you further, his nose tight against your clit and his tongue picking up the pace, thrusting it in, licking up, twirling slightly and curving hard against the walls of your cunt.
You feel yourself growing closer, you're panting and squirming, grinding your heat against his face, moaning out his name.
He lifts his head up and you see how soaking wet you've made his mouth and chin. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't so fucking hot.
"You're so damn wet for me... Do you want more?"
"Yes!" You almost yell out the answer, "Please..! Please please please Jamie-"
He releases one of your wrists and lifts your ass up, now grabbing both wrists underneath you with one hand, your ass against his chest, he takes his free hand and sucks on two of his fingers without breaking eye contact.
"So be it~"
He slides them inside you and curls up. You're seeing stars. You have no recollection of what you're saying seconds after it leaves your mouth, you could be speaking in tongues for all you know. He pulls back and pushes them back in again. And again. And again. Scissoring his fingers a few times inside you, curling them sometimes too and then he finds just the right angle.
There it is, the sweet spot that will have you screaming his name and letting the whole neighborhood know who owns that pussy. He pulls it out, keeping them in the same position and in, and out and back in. You're trembling in his hold, your ankles giving in.
He takes his tongue pointed and licks viciously at your clit while he keeps up the pace with his fingers. Licking you hard, flat of the tongue on it, looking back up at you, you know he wants you to come all over his mouth and you want to give him that pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He lifts you up further and lets go of your arms, his hand gripping your ass now as he increases the beat his fingers fuck you at. Your hands rush to his head, taking his hair and hopelessly rut onto his face.
You can't take this any longer. Trembling turned to shaking, moaning turned to screaming. Your grip on him hurts but it only motivates him further and... There it is.
His name has left your mouth at least twenty times over the last minute.
Your sex pulsates, you're riding out the orgasm until you come down.
He pecks a kiss on your mound and looks up at you, proud, your squirt coating the lower half of his face, "So. How was that for a demonstration?"
a/n: more of an angsty-smut fic haha and once again. not even proofread. HELP MEEEEE. anyone wanna be my beta reader pls đ
world tour spoilers! chapters 10 - 13 at least! bosch does break into the readers home but everything beyond that one part is all consensual, just a simple passionate bj ^^
Throughout this whole journey for âstrengthâ, running aroundâ doing all types of errands, all for him. You had second thoughts. Youâll be cooped up in your apartment, tussling over in the bedsheets, nothing but silence and the AC running.
When you canât sleep, you look up at the ceiling and count all the days you had been looking for him.
Hell, the first time you had met, you two barely knew each other. You still donât even know some basic things about Bosch, like his birthday, favorite food, not even a last nameâ yet you had always stood up for each other.
The lack of communication between the two of you had started to border your friendship.
You want to see him again, just talk to him, be around him. Just make sure heâs okay through all this. Tonight, you canât even sleep because of an encounter with him. Back at the construction site. Bosch in some kind of cardboard box-head getup.
Hour after hour, it turns to 2 AM. Your eyes grow heavyâ finally, starting to drift off to sleep. Your body hadnât fully shutdown, but you could squeeze your eyes closed to the very least.
You roll over to the side, facing the wall. Focusing your attention towards getting a good nightâs rest rather than the ambient darkness of your room. Slowly, your worries start to fade away, growing sluggish, tensed muscles relax. For a moment, you feel at peace after a few restless weeks without sleep.
The hinges of the window squeaks.
Wind blows in.
Footsteps.
Heavy breathing.
Heavy breathing that wasnât from you.
Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you, perhaps this is what too little hours of rest does to you, or maybe itâs just all the heavy hits from training you took that are starting to hurt again. So you remain still, sleeping, breathing quieter than whateverâ or whoever seemed to be in here with you.
Paper crumples in your ear and it feels as if your pillow is being lifted up.
Your paranoia gets the best of you and youâre quick to turn around, and try to grab the intruder by the arm. To which an audible gasp comes from them. You have them held by the rather bulky cuffs around their wrists, your vision readjusts to look up at who youâre holdingâ a completely ironic scenario taking place.
Itâs you and the âCardboard Combatantâ. Face to face. No bullshit. You wonât let him go this time, making sure to keep hold of him. âBosch?â you say, gently, âIâm not gonna fight you, if thatâs what youâre here for.â
Thereâs no response from him. He simply grunts. Seemingly displeased, a bit awkward, stiff in posture.
âAre you okay?â You get up. Your hand goes down to hold his, to which he promptly snatches his hand back, a paper note crumpled in his other hand, his fists balled up tight.
Instead he very hesitantly reach out to hold your hands, âI shouldnât be here, Iâm sorry.â he says, âI just had a note for you, that was all. Iâm okay.â he reassures, his voice is strained.
âPlease donât leave.â youâre almost pleading with him, you donât question what the note was for. Bosch is simply standing in place with his head held low. Carefully, you reach to take the box off his head, cautious as if you were dealing with a stray cat, unpredictable. You expect him to stop you, but he lets you take it off. He looks tired, furrowed and upset. Your hands drift up to caress his face, fresh bruises on his brow bone and cheek. He winces when you graze them.
This all feels so ironic to you, you wished upon a star to see Bosch againâ and here he is, inside of your room, with the two of you going in to share an awkward, yet intimate kiss.
He rests his hands on your hips, leaning against you, pushing you into your mattress. Bosch nips at your neck with kisses, practically close to biting you with how aggressive he was, desperate, touch-starved. His hands drift up your shirt, heâs excitedly fast, but hesitant at some points, almost in fear that he might hurt you like before.
You flip positions, on top of him this time, unwrapping the shirt tied around his hips, Bosch is laid back against the pillow with a shy look, hand hiding over his parted mouth. Heâs hard through his pantsâ you pull them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock, having to glance up at him occasionally to make sure heâs okay, hands gently working his erection up, soft stroking that makes him squirm underneath you,
You take the tip into your mouth, illiciting a small gasp from Bosch, his hands grab the back of your head, firmly, he starts to slowly push you down furtherâ stopping when you gag halfway down. Starting to bob your head up and down once you adjust.
Boschâs fingers tangle into your hair, his leg wraps around your head, forcing you to keep at a rough pace, letting you take in deep breaths inbetween.
âYou feel so warm.â he remarks, whining your name the more you take him in, when you hit the base of his cock, heâs panting, â..What are you doing to me?â. Heâs overwhelmed with pleasure. Sweat running down between his chest and sucking in his stomach. For his first time, out of all people, he would keep his legs apart for you.
He makes your head spin. Bosch is cute when heâs like this, holding onto you, calling your name softly, trying to be as quiet as he possibly couldâ tears well in the corners of his eyes as his cock twitches down your throat, trying hard to prolong the pleasure.
He whimpers, wanting to get the most of this, but he canât play around with you any longer. Bosch roughly shoves you back down to the base, nose hitting his pelvis as he pulls out, carelessly cumming all over your face and tongue. Heâs speechless, his chest heaves as he grips the bedsheets. His face is red, heâs hot all over, as if he had a fever of some kind. Bosch collapses against your pillows.
Thereâs drool and cum dribbling down your mouth, pooling at your chin. Wiping it off with your shirt, feeling too exhausted to properly clean up. You tuck him back into his pants, simply laying on top of him, tangling your legs together.
When you wakeup, youâll find him missing from your bed. Unsure if the feelings shared the night before was genuine now.
a/n: not my first smut ive written but rather posted! once again feel free to send me sf6 related prompts or something jhejrhjrbr
jamie is rather subby in this⊠hmm yes⊠massaging his scalp or playing with his hair would be a weak spot for him i think. like when u scratch behind a cats ears⊠anyways nsfw below the cut vv
Youâd never really seen Jamie as the type to get stressed out oftenâ but on rare occasions, being known as a âpeacekeeperâ around the city keeps him too occupied to the point where itâs hard for him to keep some time in to enjoy himself.
He comes over to your place on days like these, beg you to take care of him, massage him where heâs sore.
Jamie shrugs off his jacket, laying his head on your lap and stretching out across the couch like a cat. heâll let you slowly untangle his hair, carding your fingers through it once itâs let down and loose.
When you slowly massage your fingers into his scalpâ he lets out this drawn out groan of relief. He bumps his head up against your hand, silently encouraging you to keep going. Itâs almost like he was teasing you right now. His pants are down low enough to show his v-line, you could almost see the outline of his dick through them.
Heâs tempting you, when you move your hand to his chest, squeezing his pec.
âYou mind taking care of something else tooâ?â he asks, his fingers play with the hem of his pants. Thereâs a scheming look on his face. As if he had this sort of thing on his mind all day, so you oblige him. Your hands slide down his body, tracing the outline of his stomach, your thumb rubs the ridge of his pelvis and you start to snake your way under the waistband of his underwear.
You can feel him writhe under you, excited. His muscles tense when you finally break the waistbandâ relaxing when he feels your touch on his actual skin.
âYou always want too much from me.â you joke, one hand wrapped in his hair, the other wrapped around the length of his erection, slowly stroking him. Jamie would usually retort back at that, sassy like he usually was. But this time he wonât even quip back, instead he simply sucks in the air through his teeth, letting out another soft moan. Heâs so much like a cat, it makes you laugh a little.
Heâs so painfully hard in your hand, his back is arched and precum leaks from the tip of his cock. You circle your thumb around his tipâ he lets out a particularly loud, needy whimper. It makes you rub his head to soothe him.
âYouâre so sensitive today.â you let out a tiny chuckle.
âGod, youâre killinâ me here.â he says, quiet and breathy. His breath hitching when you speed up the pace. Heâs rutting his hips up into your hand, fast. His cock twitches. You decide to lightly yank on his hair to get him to slow down and savor the moment. He gasps, letting out a whine, âBaby..â he pouts. Jamie looks up at you, pleadingly.
âCalm down before you get a cramp.â you remind him, âYouâre supposed to relax. Remember?â
He nods. His face red, hot and bothered. He has his hands bunched up into the fabric of the couch, âCan I cum? Please?â he begs, his voice is strained, his cock twitches as you continue the same slow pace of stroking. Itâs fun to see him like this, he seems to be enjoying it as much as you do. You continue on to slowly pump his cock, building up and speeding up the pace of your hand.
Your other hand is still in his messy hair, snaking around to cup his face, your fingers run over his lipsâ Jamieâs mouth is parted open, he pants, trying to catch up with the speed of your hand. He repeats your name, over and over like a chant.
It takes some thought, but itâs his day today, not yours, âGo ahead baby, youâve earned it.â
He lets it all go, making a mess all over his stomach, and your hands. Jamie lets out one big breath of air, collapsing in exhaustion. He looks up at you with a pleased smile, âYou are..â he breathes in, âThe best student Iâve ever trained.â Jamie chuckles.
a/n: originally an oc fic ive repurposed into a reader insert cuz why not! i really do want to bring this account back so just a quick cut n dry non-proofread fic. :) feel free to send me requests/prompts, im also open to do nsfw drabbles now! especially for sf6 because its what i currently like. :P
this is my very different outlandish interpretation of how jamie shouldve reacted to the bao bro sticker grrrr side note.. u r jamieâs first kiss in this :3
Jamie is always mean to you. Of course he never means it, at least you donât think he doesâ but for the most part, he treats you like.. a stray dog that just keeps coming back for more treats.
Youâre determined, incessant, often headstrong. You reflect Lukeâs fighting styleâ and personality, even. Itâs jarring for him to see you.
But he canât keep his mind off of you either. When youâre back at it again, climbing up to the rooftop, out of breath, heâll notice more wounds on you. New ones that heâll take note of. Small bruises, cuts, or scrapes from previous battles. From roughing up all those box-headed ruffians in the slums of Hong Hu Lu.
Jamie likes to check out every inch of your body that way, eyeing your curves, or the shape of your faceâ sometimes even small insignificant things, like the wrinkles on your face when you smile after every new move he teaches you.
âHere you are again.â Jamie rolls his eyes. He looks expectant of you, waiting for those same questions about his drunken fists to pop up againâ but instead, you extend your hand out to reveal a vinyl sticker of the iconic Bao Bro mascot. Itâs a niche gift, and to think youâd ever give him a gift of all things? He starts to feel a little flustered at the act. Thereâs an obvious flush on his face that doesnât seem to be caused from drinking for once.
âYouâre so..â he clears his throat, âRidiculous.â
âYou donât like it?â you look confused, a genuine expression of sadness threatens to curve on the corners of your lips, âI mean, if you tell me what you like I could buy something different next time..!â you offer, âI dunno about now though, Iâm short on zennyââ you show a look of embarrassment. Weaving through your wallet for any sort of coins left, to no avail.
âOkay! Okay, I get it! Sheesh.â he bites the tip of his thumb, looking away from you with a certain thought on his mind. Jamieâs face grows redder by the minute and itâs obvious heâs thinking of what to say to you.
âYouâre just.. too sweet. Damn you.â he says. It makes him feel awkward. You make him feel awkward! God, he was doomed, âYouâre making me feel like I should start buying you gifts now.â
âWhat? No. You donât have to do that. Youâre already working to train me, isnât that enough?â youâre a bit puzzled by him. It felt like Jamie was holding back some sort of unbridled rage or new insult to hurl at you with the way he seemed so taken aback by a sticker.
âIt doesnât even warrant you to be spending money on me.â he tried to reason, but youâre very insistent on it all. Jamie knows youâre just about as stubborn as a bull. So he takes a deep breath, looking you in the eye, stern, âSeriously. Bro. What the hell should I do for you to return the favor? Donât say something dumb likeâ âtraining meâ either, alright?â
Youâre feeling put on the spot right now. Jamieâs seriousness is pressuring you, he leans forward with his hands on his hips, lazily resting his hip on one leg.
You have to work yourself up to say this. Itâs a crazy, impulsive and solely self-indulgent request and itâs the only one you could think of.
â..A little kiss?â you ask, youâre voice grows quiet, coy in stance.
Jamie is hesitant. His face only a mere inches away from yours, itâs all a staring contest until he suddenly grips his hands to both sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks so hard it forces your lips to pucker. Slowly, he leans in for an awkward kiss. Firmly planting his face against yours.
Itâs uncomfortable and Jamie is seemingly inexperienced with the way he has his eyes squeezed painfully shutâ sweat running down his forehead with the tips of your noses mashed together, making this whole thing seem comical when it shouldnât.
Heâs unsure of when to let go of you until the deafening silence starts to get to him and you hold his shoulders. Heâs quick to pull away from the âkissâ.
Jamie crosses his arms and looks away from you, youâre a bit shocked for the moment, almost just as flustered as he isâ stuck to the fact that he did it with very little hesitation, considering how he usually treats you.
âThere.â Jamie pouts, âYou got your kiss. Happy? Now, uh, you can stop.. wastinâ your money on me.â the same awkward flush of embarrassment he had before stays even after.
âThank you.. teacher!â you exclaim, flapping your hands excitedly, bouncing up slightly, youâre giddy. Geeking out as if youâre a fan of a celebrityâ Jamie just wishes you would leave him alone now. His unconscious crush on you continuing to egg on as he feels almost accomplished for kissing you, you seemed not to complain about it either.
He adores you, he would never tell you that straight-up. Heâll deny it as much as he canâ but he has a genuine soft spot for you.
