MJ

I read and write fanfics for my favorites games/fandoms. ✌️

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MJ. 22. I write and read fics here. My inbox is always open for requests, as well as video game, movie, music, and tv show requests or just to chat. This is a side blog, so it's not where I'll follow back from.

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Arcane

Overwatch

The Last of Us

Resident Evil

Tomb Raider

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Hi! Please,do you write for character x character,or x reader only? Thank ya! 🥰🥰

just character x reader

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Title: Savior

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Female!Reader

Synopsis: Leon struggles to come to cope after a BOW attack leaves you injured.

CW/Tags: A bit of angst. Mentions of a BOW attack (obviously). Guilt. A bit of jealousy.

The sirens were loud. You were sure that it was to scare off whatever was after you. BOWs were practically animals at their core, so it made sense that a loud alarm would scare one off. Everything you knew about animals and the like told you that should have been the case, but whatever had come after you wasn't afraid. The creature's tunnel vision on you had been its downfall, a thought that made you smile as Ingrid pressed her hands into your wound to stop the bleeding.

"Leon's gonna be so jealous," you mumbled with a tired smile. The moment was far from one for jokes, but you couldn't stop yourself. Ingrid, despite the fear evident all over her, giggled. If you made it out of this alive, you'd have to tell Leon that you made Ingrid Hunnigan giggle.

"Honey, if you make it out of this I'll be sure to give you something that really makes him jealous." Ingrid sounded so serious, and beneath all that her voice shook heavily. You glanced down to see a sea of red flowing from your body. You didn't even know you were full of so much blood, but it wasn't inside of you anymore. Now it coated Ingrid's hands and spilled out onto the floor around you. Help couldn't come fast enough, you just knew it. "Hey, stay with me. Come on, I need you to focus on something, anything!"

"You called me hon..." you trailed off as you lost consciousness. Ingrid swore that her heart stopped beating for a moment. Your pulse was weak against her fingers, but Ingrid didn't have time to think about that. Emergency personnel rushed into the room and shoved her aside to take your body away. Their words blurred together, but she could hear them talk about how you were on borrowed time. It was far from what she wanted to hear, but at least she wasn't making the call to Leon that you were dead yet.

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The flight from Colorado to DC had to be the longest of Leon's entire life. The attack had barely broken the news before Leon was on his way to the airport. He cursed himself as he made his way out of the airport. It wasn't the one he wanted, but he took what he could get on such short notice. All he knew was that you needed him, even if you hadn't woken up yet.

Leon would have run all the way to you if he could, and if wasn't for Ingrid directing him towards a red eye back to DC, he would have. His brain had never felt so scrambled in his entire life. All of the instinct he had gained since his rookie cop days went right out the window. You were hurt when Leon should have been there to protect you. He didn't have to go to Colorado to drink away his sorrows. He could have waited, and then the two of you could have gone together.

The idea that you'd never make the trip with his briefly crossed his mind and Leon instinctively sped up. Tears welled up his eyes the closer he got to the hospital. He didn't want to let himself go without knowing how you were. You could be perfectly fine, but if Ingrid sounded shaken, Leon doubted it. He didn't know what he'd do without you around or if there was even anything worth living for.

"Before you start yelling for answers, she's asleep. They just got her out of surgery and she's quarantined," Ingrid said, barely catching Leon outside. He dropped down to his knees and finally let the tears that had been burning in his eyes for longer than he'd care to admit fall. Ingrid let him rest against her thigh as he cried, somewhat out of relief that you made it this far. "She saved us back there. Ran out and let that stupid fuck chase her into a room."

"She's always been the brave one." Leon meant it with his whole heart. You had been the one to twist his arm when he wanted to back away from every serious step in your relationship. You had sacrificed the easy way out for a life with Leon, one that you gotten you little more than an overpriced wedding ring and life of danger. "She'd save the world if I didn't get in the way."

"She'd save the world to see you one more time," Ingrid corrected. Leon sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I know you want to blame yourself, but you weren't there to stop her. Not that you could have, she would have chased after you if you went off alone."

"She was always better off without me," Leon mumbled. Ingrid frowned, unsure of how to convince him otherwise. In his eyes, you had been content behind a desk until he strolled into your bed. Truthfully, Ingrid knew better than that. A sliver of a possibility of a heart condition made you unfit for field agency, but that had never stopped you from trying again and again. This was just your way of getting a taste of the same excitement you'd been denied for years.

"She didn't make jokes when facing death before, that's for sure. Y/n's always been a flirt, but I swear she used to be a bit better than before," Ingrid said. Leon glanced up at her with a small look of surprise on his face. "I tried to stop the bleeding and she's joking how jealous you're gonna be because I touched her."

"Ha, that sounds about right," Leon chuckled. He wiped at his eyes and pushed himself up onto his feet. "Definitely not the way she planned on getting you inside of her."

"Leon!" Ingrid slapped his chest, which only pushed him into a fit of laughter. "Pervert."

"Oh please, if you hadn't played hard to get for so long, you'd be the one with the ring. She still talks about you like she's gonna sweep you off your feet and live happily ever after. I'd be jealous if I didn't know how loyal she really is," Leon mumbled. Ingrid didn't doubt his words, you were an even more shameless flirt than Leon had been in his heyday. "God, I can't wait to see her again."

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"Oh my god, have I missed you!" you exclaimed dramatically as you flopped down onto your couch. Leon rolled his eyes as he dropped your bags by the hallway for you.

"You did not seem that excited to see me even after I let Hunnigan kiss you," Leon said. You glanced back at him, unsurprised to see him with a pout on his face.

"You weren't just laid up in a hospital bed for two months while a bunch of people poked at you. I'm happy to be home, now come here and I'll share that excitement," you told him. Despite his earlier words, Leon seemed hesitant. "Or stand there."

He moved a bit closer to you, but still kept his distance. It wouldn't have been a problem if you knew how close he generally liked to be. The two of you spent a lot of down time practically on top of each other. Leon should have been curled up with you on the couch while neither of you paid attention to the TV, but instead he just moved around the house looking for something to do.

You wouldn't have been too miffed if it was a one time thing, but Leon made a habit of keeping his distance. It felt like you barely got to spend any alone time with your husband for your first week back home. He'd come running at your beck and call if you needed something, but other than that, you found yourself shockingly alone.

"What are you doing still up?" Leon mumbled as he stumbled into the bedroom. You could smell the alcohol on him and wondered when he had gone out to get more. "It's late, you need sleep."

"I was cold," you lied. Leon frowned and moved in to wrap his arms around you. All you had wanted for the past few days was for him to hold you, but now that he was, you hated it. "Where have you been? I feel like we aren't even living in the same house anymore."

"Sorry," Leon whispered. He continued to repeat his apology instead of giving you a real answer. You could feel Leon shift onto his knees. For a moment, you were ready to go along with his advance, but Leon stopped things before they could go much further. His hand was on your waist, fingers pressed against the edge of the scar you had gotten from the attack. "I am so sorry."

"You didn't bite me," you joked. Leon looked down at you, an unmistakable look of guilt in his eyes. "Leon, you didn't do this. You couldn't have helped, you were on vacation."

"I wasn't around, and that's the problem," Leon confessed. You reached up and cupped his cheeks. "Ingrid saved you, and she was who you wanted. You settled for me because I was easy, but I've never been good enough for you. You deserve someone who can save you. I've never save you."

"Yes you have. It hasn't been in some grand, action movie-like way, but you've saved me more times than I can count. I wouldn't care to stick around if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't wake up in the morning if I didn't have you. I love you and that's more than enough to keep me going," you told him. "Don't feel bad for this because it's not your fault. I held on for you because I don't want to think of making you move on."

"That's very gracious of you because I don't think I could. I love you too, by the way. You gave up a lot for me, but I'm going to give you everything I can," Leon promised you. He leaned down for a kiss, one which had him almost immediately falling onto you. You fell asleep comfortably under his weight, which had been the missing key to your restless nights dating back to the attack.

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Hey!!! It’s fine if not or if I have to request multiple times for this? But could I please request Moira or widow maker headcanons with someone who has endometriosis? Thank you :)

Hi, here are the headcanons. I used Moira.

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Moira x Endometriosis!Reader

Moira doesn't care much about other people's pain in general, but you're a special case. It bothers her more than pretty much anything else had been able to in a very long time.

She's always trying to find some way to help you with your pain, and despite yourself, you reject almost all of them. You've seen the things she's given Widowmaker, and while you know she wouldn't do that to you, it's always in the back of your mind.

It grates on her to be rejected like that when she's only trying to help, but when she snaps on you, it opens up the space for the conversation you should have been having all along.

Moira finally asks what you need from her. She realizes after you just ask for comfort that she hadn't ever just checked in with you about anything.

She talks with you about your condition sometimes and the ways you've dealt with the pain and symptoms in the past. When you let her know that you've never thought about surgery, she asks if you'd like to.

The thought of kids is past both of you at this point, but Moira genuinely hates the thought of you in pain (and maybe she wants to take care of you after the surgery)

You're clear with the fact that it's not a permanent fix, just a way to help. Moira doesn't take it with her normal eye roll and reminder she's a doctor, instead promising that she'll still be there in whatever way you need her.

You're unsure of when it exactly it happened, but somewhere along the line, Moira became caring in a way that you hadn't originally thought possible. She started to love you despite your inconveniences.

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Anubis & Aurora

A rather quick painting I did as the idea came to my mind, to go along with a quote from my Overwatch fanfiction. I really like the divide that's shown in the story, with Anubis being the one that created Ramattra, but Aurora being the one that gave him & the other Omnics sentience.

Also, painting Anubis is a pain. Why does this motherfucker look so angular. Why are you blue.

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hog & rat

i really like them. 🫪🫪 ok omw to sell in quickplay

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OMG I RECENTLY GOT SIGMA'S MYTHIC SKIN I NEED A FANFIC OF THAT SKIN! EMPEROR SIGMA X ASSISTANT (?) (GN?) READER 😭 I LOVE SIGMA BUT THIS SKIN MAKES HIM LIKE.... YUMMMMYYYYYYY

headcanons were posted here!

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Emperor!Sigma x Assistant!Reader Headcanons

NSFW under the cut. Definitely set in some kind of AU.

Your relationship starts as strictly professional, but Siebren is unlike any noble you had ever met. His brain was fascinating and you loved hearing him speak of his old research and studies.

Siebren likes the way you smile and in a moment when you seem distracted, he just says it. You blush and try to act like nothing happened, but Siebren noticed. He always noticed you.

He asks you to dinner one day because you seem overworked and deserve some pampering. For a while, these dinners are fairly professional, but then he insists on taking the meals away from the dining hall.

You're out on the balcony together when you accidentally let it slip that you often think about kissing him. You think about a lot of things, like what his life would have been like if he had continued down his path of research instead of the military.

Siebren admits that he wishes he had been more passive to avoid his ruthless reputation, but that it had led him to you, so it had to be worth it. It's then that you realize just how different Siebren is from the man you had expected.

The two of you dance around a relationship, but it's when one of his advisors suggests making you leave that he finally goes for it. Technically, he tells you how he feels and gives you the choice after thinking. He asks for you to take a week to think about it, but will give you more time if you need.

Things don't change much when you accept other than you have a few more guards near your room before you move into his. People had been whispering about you before you acknowledged your feelings for each other, so that's not new.

Siebren keeps you as is personal assistant until you're married because the Empress Queen can't have such a "menial" job according to everyone else. Siebren hates having to replace you because "nobody does things the way you did"

You're the first to notice the little slips with Siebren. It happens when he re-opens the labs and picks up on his work. It's small, but you notice the episodes where he isn't quite himself.

The instability grows as a new threat emerges and Siebren picks up the mantle of Sigma once again to lead his armies like he once had. Something is different about him in battle, but Siebren still returns to you in one piece which is what matters.

At first, Siebren is overly conscious of the power dynamic and only acts after you tell him to. You can see how difficult it is to actively hold himself back around you, so you do your best not to tease him too badly.

He could have any woman at his disposal to do whatever he wants, but Siebren genuinely wants nothing more than to please you. He may be ruler of the world, but he is not above begging to spend the night between your thighs.

Siebren doesn't want to be in control everywhere, so the bedroom is his escape. Still, you give in and let him do what he wants with you sometimes.

There are things Siebren refuses to do like touch himself, but he will absolutely watch you touch yourself before he fucks you.

God forbid someone looks at you the wrong way before he takes you as his wife. Siebren immediately has them killed and then promptly takes you upstairs to remind both himself and you how strongly he feels for you.

Your wedding night is a passionate and loving one. Siebren fully takes you as his own that night and promises to breed you until it takes. Once you're married, he pretty much begins to only cum inside of you.

No titles in bed, you're yourselves for the time being. He softens completely when you call him Siebren and melts into you for a kiss or two.

You talk a lot after sex because it helps keep his mind from wandering. As he begins to have more delusions, you start to sing to him as well. That's more to keep him calm because you've seen how his outbursts can look.

There's always a hot bath drawn with drinks and all sorts of snacks waiting for you when you're finished. Siebren makes sure the room is clear before you enter because the last thing he wants is for someone to see you indecent.

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Hello! I hope you're doing okay.

I've seen a lot of takes on Albert Wesker being possessive in his own way about reader and wanting them to never leave him, so I was wondering if I could request headcanons with him and a gender neutral reader who's very loyal to him (and has some sort of abandonment issues). Like they don't want to leave, never. I think he needs someone like that.

hi, im pretty alright. here are the headcanons. They were pretty fun to write.

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Albert Wesker x Posessessive!Reader

NSFW under the cut.

Albert Wesker was a prize that you had fought hard to win. Between his plots, schemes, and general disinterest in people, it was hard to tie him down in a relationship. That was why you formed the rather intense attachment to him that you did.

At first, he brushes it off as you being clingy and tries to "correct" said behavior, but it only backfires. Eventually, he kind of just accepts it and you relax a little.

You're overly cautious about Ada and downright hated Excella. Albert tries to tell you that he can push these people away himself, but you always end up saying something first (he sort of likes the attention at times)

Albert isn't one for going out at night to clubs or bars, so you don't have to worry about that. However, anybody who looks at him for too long is in danger of facing your wrath. It's more than just flirting, you'd die to defend Albert from the likes of Chris Redfield or Leon Kennedy.

You're beside yourself when Albert gets mad at you. He ends up feeling something akin to guilt and forgiving you, but Albert does let you suffer a little. It's not often that you argue though.

He wasn't happy when you injected yourself with some heavily diluted version of one of Umbrella's many viruses, but when you told him it was to help, he accepted it.

Albert is aware that you're "unwell" to say the least about him and as he starts to care about you more, he stops taking advantage of that. He hates that he loves you, but at the same time, he wouldn't know what to do if someone hurt you.

Your relationship definitely started as something akin to casual sex. You wanted Albert more than that, but it took some convincing for him to agree to more.

He's used to always being in control, so when you're able to outshine his intensity, he's surprised. You were a lot wilder than he imagined, and somewhere along the line, Albert just sort of took a more submissive role.

Albert is definitely more yours than you are his. You have a tendency to take him in your arms and tell him when you need him, and Albert never refuses you.

He wears a lot of turtlenecks and high collar clothing to hide hickeys. You make a game of marking him up just to trace the marks later.

Despite your intensity, you are never rough with Albert. In fact, you're gentle that it nearly moves him to tears a couple of times. He's yours, but that doesn't mean you're going to just use him like a toy until he breaks.

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Third post about getting requests for a fic a day for July. They cut my hours a bit at work so it looks like I have more time on my hands than expected (this week at least)

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More stepmom!reader pls I beg of youuuu!

here's a link, hope you like it.

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Being Emily's Stepmom Headcanons

Part 2 of THIS

As things progress in your relationship with Grace, you find yourself as even more of a constant in Emily's life. The day you sell your house and officially move in together is described as one of the best of her life.

You handle things in the morning like breakfast and making sure everybody's clothes are set out for them (including Grace's) and Grace drops Emily off in the morning at school.

Emily is a big advocate for your date nights with Grace. She tries to help plan a few of them (mostly Grace's nights) and will ask to go to Leon's if she thinks you should take Grace out.

Emily picks up on a lot more than what she lets on, so certain things that she's afraid to tell Grace are told to you instead. You handle things like teachers or other parents better. Grace is either too timid or occasionally too aggressive.

Once or twice a month, you and Emily go have a girls' day where you do stuff Grace generally just doesn't want to. She'll stay home and game or relax while you take Emily shopping.

Grace loves hearing all about your girls' day over dinner or at bedtime depending on what you and Emily were out doing. Sometimes she tries to call you out for buying Emily too much, but you know that she has just as hard of a time telling Emily no.

You're normally the one to help Emily out with her homework. She likes to have it done before Grace gets home so the two of them can play or draw while you make dinner.

Sometimes Emily tries to help you cook, but until she gets to be older it's not very helpful. She's not as bad as Grace about distracting you, but you're pretty sure Grace has never come into the kitchen with the intention of actually helping.

Emily refers to you as her mom long before Grace ever asks you to marry her. If anything, it's the way you and Emily care for each other that pushes Grace to actually go out and buy a ring.

The day you officially adopt Emily is full of happy tears and becomes a family holiday. Everyone important in your lives comes to celebrate and congratulate you.

A couple years down the line, Grace opens up to the idea of another kid (definitely after some prodding from several people in your lives) and the two of you start IVF treatments. It takes very quickly, much to everybody's excitement.

Emily is a great big sister and would be equally excited about a brother or sister. She shows the baby off to everyone who will listen.

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hello! i really enjoy the way you write for vendetta. would it be possible to request a onseshot with her guiding reader through being intimate with someone else for the first time? if you are uncomfortable writing this, please disregard!

hi, thank you! here is a link to the fic. I hope you enjoy it.

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Title: Like a Virgin

Pairing: Vendetta x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and Vendetta finally take the next step in your relationship.

CW/Tags: Smut. Minors DNI, 18+ Only. Virgin!Reader. Switch!Vendetta. Switch!Reader. Cunnilingus. Fingering.

Marzia felt like a paragon of restraint around you. How she had gone from a slew of women taking up very brief residence in her bed to being unable to clearly remember the last time she had been with someone was beyond her. Marzia knew that she loved you, but the build up of physical frustration was beginning to wear on her. She had felt this way for months, and yet, she found herself unable to say anything to you about it.

Something about bringing up sex made Marzia nervous, or as close to nervous as she could be. The woman was on top of the world, but all she wanted was to be on top of you. Sex wasn't too far off for the two of you, even if you had never taken that step with anyone else before. Marzia could sense that you were full of pent up frustration as well, but a part of her needed you to be the one to concede first, even if you weren't quite sure how.

"You aren't being very gentle," Marzia teased as your teeth scraped against her ear lobe. Somewhere along the line chaste kisses had turned into heated make out sessions, but Marzia always stopped things early. "How would you feel if I started biting you?"

"Relief probably," you huffed. It was supposed to go unnoticed, but you and Marzia were always too close. You always heard the groan before she pulled back, but you had never said anything like this to her before. Marzia looked surprised, yet pleased at the same time.

"Aw, is my poor baby frustrated? Do you need me to take care of you?" Marzia teased, and for a moment, you swore Vendetta took over. She had always loved to play with her prey in the arena. You had heard the rumors and knew the bedroom wouldn't be any different. "Say the word and I'll give you everything you want..."

"Marzia, please," you whined. The two of you stopped to take the other in, and in that moment, you realized just how long this had been building for. It was more than her hand on your thigh or mouth marking up your neck. You had felt a lot of things that you couldn't quite place, but Marzia recognized all of it instantly.

"I have left you to suffer for too long. Come here." Marzia didn't wait for you to settle more comfortably on her lap before she stood with you in her arms. She was nearly sprinting trying to get you into the bedroom, not that you would have moved with any less urgency.

Despite her eagerness, Marzia took her time with you inside of the bedroom. She didn't pull at your clothes until they tore, she removed each piece of clothing with great care. You weren't left exposed either, with an offering of Marzia's outfit coming first before she even tried to take anything off of you.

The nerves you felt were sated with the loving look in Marzia's eyes. She had briefly seen your body before, but never like this. You had never been hers to look at and take in like this. Her hand hovered above your bare waist as her eyes searched for the tiniest sliver of hesitation. Marzia knew that you wanted this, but she also understood how different things felt the closer the two of you were to actually going to bed together.

"You're like a dream," Marzia mumbled as she pressed her lips to your shoulder. There was a flash of something hungry in her eyes when she pulled away. You tried to focus on it, on the rush you got from being wanted, but all you could think about was her skin on yours.

The warmth encased you completely. You had never felt so much smaller than her before in the entirety of your relationship. Marzia's body caged yours against the bed, and even with your torso completely free you didn't think you'd have the strength to move anywhere aside from where she wanted you.

"I want to touch you too," you told her. Marzia froze, head dipped down to press a kiss between your hips. A trail of saliva glistened under the overhead light to clearly mark out the path Marzia's mouth had taken. She had primarily ignored your breasts, but let her lips move where she believed you were most sensitive.

Marzia sat back on her knees and crawled back up your body. She grabbed your hand and placed it in the center of her chest. You could feel her heart beating steadily in her chest. Marzia let you feel the steady beat of her heart before she pulled your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to your palm.

"My heart would beat out of my chest if you wanted it to. I'd rip out of my own chest and hand it over if it would please you. Do you want to feel what you do to me?" Marzia asked. The question seemed innocent enough, but when you nodded Marzia took your fingers into her mouth.

Your eyes went wide as she sucked on your fingers. A trail of spit stuck connected them far past her face as she guided your hand between her legs now. They hovered for a second, Marzia's eyes once again searching for any sign that you didn't want this before she finally let you feel her.

"This is how I touch myself when I think about you." Marzia's words sent a rush of heat straight to your core. Her hand covered yours to move your fingers the way she wanted them to. You almost couldn't believe the position you were in, but the heat wrapped around your fingers made it real. You could feel the clench of her muscles as she fucked herself on your fingers.

You had touched yourself before, but touching Marzia felt completely different. Her body was hardened muscle in a lot of places where yours had been soft. She knew what she wanted where you had fumbled your way through finding what felt good. Marzia's guidance was welcome and for more than just the feeling you got hearing her tell you all these things.

"I've been thinking about you so much lately. I'd give you up as a distraction if I didn't need you so badly," Marzia confessed. She pushed your fingers to curl, coaxing a noise out of herself that you had never heard before. This was more than the breathiness of Marzia's voice or small gasps. All you wanted was to hear it again, so you waited a second and then curled your fingers again. "That's it, you're a natural. I knew you'd be able to fuck me just how I like it."

Your face flushed at her praise. She tilted your chin up when you tried to look away. Marzia held the eye contact well, even as your fingers curled inside of her again and again. Gasps turned to moans, and the quiet command for more. Marzia's voice wasn't harsh, but you couldn't mistake the order for begging or pleading.

"Come closer." Marzia pulled you in for a kiss, lips crashing against yours almost violently to cover the whimpers threatening to escape her. She was close, cunt clenched around your fingers. You swore that you could feel her hands shake as she gripped you from trying to hold off. You wanted to hear every noise escaping her, but Marzia was quick to keep her mouth covered to muffle them. Still, you felt a swell of pride in your chest as she cradled you against her chest as she caught her breath. "You look very proud of yourself."

"I did just make the head of Talon cum." You didn't try to hide your smugness as you looked up at Marzia. She chuckled and shifted a little beneath you, sliding her thigh in between your legs.

"Oh my god-," Marzia gasped as she felt the slick heat between your legs, "-I need you. I need to taste you, please."

You barely had a chance to nod before Marzia was flipping you onto your back. This was far from the first time you had been pinned beneath her, but you had never been naked before. Everything about now was different, but Marzia was careful to keep you relaxed. It was in the little things she did like holding your hand or the gentle stroke of her fingers against your thigh.

"Such a good girl spreading her legs for me," Marzia cooed. She ducked her head down between your legs and slowly dragged her tongue between your folds. The feeling alone made your head spin, but the vibrations from Marzia moaning kicked your body into overdrive.

You had always been polite, often to the point where people thought you were weak-willed. Marzia knew that wasn't the case, but you were never someone to just take or demand. You always asked, but Marzia couldn't ignore the heat building inside of herself when you pulled her in with both hands threaded in her hair.

"Marzia. Marzia, please." You couldn't think of anything other than her as she let you grind against her tongue. Marzia relented on keeping control in favor of letting you have your way with her. She didn't try to pace you, instead kissing, licking, and sucking as you bucked against her face. She would have more time to pick you apart later, now she just wanted to help you get off.

"Breathe," Marzia reminded you as she laid her head against your thigh. Your body shook beneath hers, even after she had pulled her mouth away. You had cum before, but it had never happened with quite the impact before. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as her fingers pulled back. "You're still holding your breath."

"Stop watching me," you whined. Marzia chuckled at the petulant tone your voice had taken. She pressed a kiss to your skin and pushed herself away from you to get out of bed. You wrapped yourself up in a blanket and began to drift off to sleep by the time Marzia came back to you.

"I am sorry about this," Marzia mumbled as she grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Your eyes snapped open as you let out a shriek, not having expected her to just grab you like that in the first place. "Come on, we need to clean up. Someone is coming for the sheets and the bath is ready."

"You're evil," you grumbled as you followed Marzia into the bathroom. She didn't laugh at you at first, but she was unable to hold it in as she caught your pout in the mirror. "I should have made you wait longer."

"Don't act like you didn't need that just as much as I did."