partners who wake you up with their tongue lapping at your cunt, slipping between your slick folds and circling around your clit, making you jolt awake from your slumber. your hand reaches for their hair, pulling and grasping at the strands.
your orgasm comes sweetly, washing over you like warm water and leaving you half-lidded. but before you can fall back asleep, they continue â mouth not leaving your over-sensitive pussy as they lap up your cum, drinking it down like water.
your moans turn into yelps and pleas of "wait- stop!" as overstimulation takes over, making you shake and tremble. your hands grasp at their shoulders as you try to pry them up.
"i'm up! i'm up!" you shout, fists weakly pounding on their back as they finally pull back from your sensitive sex, a string of spit and slick connected to their chin.
"good morning, princess," they say with a smug smile as your left huffing and puffing, "rise and shine."
ă MY STRATEGY, STRATEGY WILL GET YA, GET YA, BABY! ă
Various! Forsaken! x GN! Flirty! Reader
warnings: none
notes: already have a Strategy title but why not? most of these "flirty comments" sound so awkward I'm so sorryâšď¸đ
⥠â 007n7
The first few times you flirt with him, he waves it off with an awkward chuckle, thinking youâre just being nice to the washed-up guy who made too many mistakes.
You keep at it during rounds especially when he brushes against you or takes a hit for youâ usually tossing lines like:
âCareful, youâre going to make me fall for you~â
Every time you do it, his voice falters just a bit when he answers, like heâs not sure how to respond without giving himself away.
In one particularly hard round, he throws himself between you and the killer, taking multiple hits so you can escape.
When you call him âyour heroâ he goes quiet and looks away quickly.
Later that night, sitting outside his cabin, he mutters under his breath:
ââŚFine. You win. I like it when you say stuff like that.â
After that, he still gets flustered, but he doesnât brush you off anymore.
⥠â Elliot
When you first try flirting, he responds with short, polite answers, clearly not interested in engaging. His tone makes it obviousâyouâre not breaking through that wall easily.
You start changing tactics, complimenting his skill in rounds instead of just teasing him about his looks. When you praise his speed or the way he supports the team, he actually listens.
In one match, he dives in to heal you at the last second, narrowly saving you from being killed. You grin and say:
âMy hero in red..â
And he just freezes mid-stepâshocked and maybe confused.
From that point on, his responses to your flirting arenât as coldâstill guarded, but softer.
Eventually, after you toss him another line mid-round, he smirks faintly and says:
âCareful, I might start liking this.â
⥠â Shedletsky
The moment you start flirting, he doesnât shy awayâhe fires right back, turning it into a battle of quips. If you say,
he grins and says, âOf course, I have a reputation to maintain.â
At first, itâs all jokes between you, but the longer it goes on, the more you notice his smile lingers after your comments.
One evening by the cabins, you tell him in a quiet moment,
âYouâre actually really good-looking when youâre serious.â
He stops, a flicker of something genuine in his eyes, and doesnât make a joke for once.
After that, your flirting gets mixed with his subtle acts of protectiveness in roundsâtaking hits for you, or distracting killers off your trail.
⥠â Two Time
Your early attempts at flirting are met with sly smiles and cryptic remarks like:
âYouâre wasting your charm. My devotion is to the Spawn only.â
They never outright reject you, but they act as if nothing you say can truly get under their skin. You take it as a challenge.
You start weaving your flirting into moments where they least expect itâafter they help you, when they pull off a perfect backstab, or when they trickstab. During one round, you breathlessly say:
âYouâd look better smiling for me.â
When they stab the killer to buy you time. They hesitate just a fraction before running away with you.
The turning point comes when you compliment their loyalty and nerve, not just their looks. For the first time, they give you a genuine, if faint, smile.
Later, they tell you in a low voiceâItâs the closest thing to giving in youâve seenâand they donât take it back.
ââŚYouâre persistent. I almost admire it.. Come worship with me, the Spawn will be pleased with your behavior if you use it to worship.â
⥠â Azure
The first time you try flirting with him mid-chase, he doesnât even respond. His purple eyes lock on you for a split second before he keeps moving, his expression unreadable.
You can almost feel the wall heâs putting up â as if letting you in is more dangerous than catching you.
You keep doing it every round you see him, weaving it into your chases:
âCareful, Azurewrath, I might just stop running if you keep staring like that.â
He never comments, but you notice the faintest twitch in one of his tentacles when you say it.
One round, youâre hiding behind a wall, holding your breath. Heâs right there, scanning the area. You whisper just loud enough for him to hear.
âYouâd be even prettier if you smiled for me.â
His head tilts a fraction, but he walks away without a word.
Over time, you notice he starts lingering longer during chasesânot striking immediately, almost like heâs waiting to hear your next line.
The shift comes after you drop the teasing and sincerely compliment his precision in the round.
He pauses, eyes narrowing slightly, and mutters just loud enough for you to catch:
ââŚYouâre persistent.â
The next round he's in, he still comes for youâbut thereâs a flicker of something more in his gaze, amusement?
⥠â 1x1x1x1
Your first flirt earns only a low, distorted laugh from them â the kind that makes your skin prickle. He acts like your words are just another form of entertainment.
You make it your mission to keep at it, tossing a new line every time she appear.
When they strike you from afar, you cough out a playful comment:
âIf this is how you treat someone you like, Iâm honored.â
At first, he respond with mockery:
âLike? No⌠I simply enjoy watching you squirm.â
But over the next few rounds, something shifts.
She starts prolonging chases, walking toward you slowly instead of rushing. Itâs not mercyâbut itâs not indifference either.
One time, you get cornered between a wall and their summoned minion. Instead of striking immediately, they tilt their head, red eyes narrowing as he study you in silence.
You grin up at her, and for a moment, the atmosphere changesâalmost like theyâre waiting to see if youâll speak again before ending it.
⥠â Noli
The first time you throw a flirt his way, he's so caught off guard that he actually stops mid-swingâ and blurts out, voice crackling:
âWhâwhâwhat did you justâj-jâjust say?!â
You grin, leaning into it, making your lines more absurd with every minute:
âCareful, my favorite crowned killer, I might let you catch me if you keep talking like that.â
His chaotic trash talk keep coming, but you can hear the extra stutter every time you drop a line. Itâs almost too easy to derail his focus.
One match, heâs targeting you hard, and you juked him with a smirk:
âYouâre almost making my heart race more than the chase theme.â
He stumbles just enough for you to get distance, sputtering,
The give-in moment comes when you catch him between loops and call him âthe cutest you've ever seen.â Instead of stuttering, he lets out a laughâa sharp, genuine laugh.
Then he lunges right back into the chase, but the hits feel almost playful now.
