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Scratch That Itch || Rick Grimes (TWD)

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Summary: Honestly, you weren't sure how it started. It wasn't a competition, at least you didn't think it was. There'd been something between you and Rick, something that people couldn't quite label. And maybe you batted your eyes the first time, and maybe he smirked the second. Either way, this was getting out of hand.

TWS: suggestive AF, FLIRTY, TENSION, innuendos, pregnancy mention (Maggie is pregnant in this one), violence, blood, mentions of guns, the undead, all things TWD.

[[A/N: Basically a 5 plus one. just wanted to establish how dumb it was that no one absolutely dived for this man. I think he'd be flattered, personally, if you took every chance you could to hit on him. Also FUCK the horror part of this show, Alexandria is paradise and Negan is not allowed. Thanks for your time !!! So, here's what I'd picture would play out. Enjoy!!]]

The first time you remember it happening was just a slip of the tongue. Or that's what you said anyway.

You'd known Rick for a while at that point; the group had picked you up somewhere after the prison falling -you'd been holed up in a shack for probably a year.

And fuck, you knew Rick Grimes was handsome. Everyone under the sun knew that (all broad shoulders and baby blues, his voice-), and you thought you'd gotten a hold of the reigns -at least enough for decency. Sure, you stared at him for way too long a lot of the time, and had been noticed by several people -including Rick. ("You've got something... uh, on your face," you scrambled, and honestly you'd never been more mortified in your life-)

It wasn't the first time it happened, looking back on it, but you couldn't quite picture earlier. He'd been too suave for it to be the first time and maybe he was just that suave, but you kind of hoped it wasn't you that started it. So, you'd live in your delusion.

You were tired, exhausted really. The past few days you couldn't sleep, mostly because you felt unsafe in Alexandria -it was all so new that it gave you a sense of unease. You, naturally, went on every run available to feel that burst of adrenaline that felt so familiar -killing walkers was what you knew.

After Rick caught up with your plans, he'd made you stay. That didn't mean you were sleeping though.

Hence the current you sat at a table in a meeting of such, he'd liked to have these every once in a while -establish the plans and how he was running Alexandria. Rick was nothing if not connected to his people. It was honorable if there was such a thing in the apocalypse.

You think it was Carol, maybe, who'd said it. Referring to the resources, you'd come to learn. Apparently, Rick had been planning too much -maybe they were talking about bullets, food? You really didn't know.

"We can't keep up with you-" she was so earnest, you should've known that it was more of a pressing issue, but instead, your brain running on day (four...?) of no sleep had... other connotations.

"Oh, I'm sure I could."

You thanked whatever god was left above that Carl was out on a run with Glenn that morning. Everyone else? You weren't so lucky.

It wasn't like you could pass it off as not... what it was. Your tone was perfectly readable, slurred actually from sleep which, in retrospect, only added to the... interpretation.

You hadn't even realized you said it, so far off in whatever fuzzy reality you were currently in to notice you'd spoken. Until, Maggie who was somewhere near the back burst into laughter -cutting it short by holding it back, but the break of noise was still there.

There was something that acknowledged the embarrassment, the silence and laughter only registering after a few heavy seconds. To say you were more awake than you had been in weeks was an understatement -your eyes felt pried open with a bundle of nerves sinking deep into your stomach. You might throw up.

Talk about mortifying.

You felt frozen in your seat, hesitating to make even a single move like he couldn't see that your eyes, once heavily lidded, were now open -detailing the woodwork like your life depended on it, but still awake.

And then, after a few agonizing seconds, the voice you had dreaded spoke up. Normally, you wouldn't have noticed. Trying to find an escape route from at least this room, the grand scheme would be leaving Alexandria but that was-

There was a calloused fingertip underneath your chin, guiding you to meet his eyes -amused in a way you hadn't seen before. His mouth had to be maybe an inch from yours -breaths mingling and his lips turning into a smirk, you willed yourself not to look.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, sweetheart."

The silence was even louder after that, nobody making a move like what was happening at this moment like it was a dream. It could definitely be a dream, you thought to yourself -eyes dipping to his lips in a moment of weakness.

Then, Daryl yelled, "Get a room, nobody wants to see 'at."

And Rick had laughed in a sort of crooked way, his smirk seamlessly budding into a grin. Without so much as a blink, he moved his finger and addressed Carol like nothing had happened.

There was something petty in you because you had taken that as a challenge. Well, you would when you could think straight again.

The next time was more casual, more natural. You'd always been attracted to Rick, but since then you felt so open to it like you'd crossed a boundary and he had... well, he had done what he did.

You still couldn't think about it too hard or your brain would turn to sludge.

You had the running theory that if you were fully present in the... flirting game? Was it a game? You didn't feel like it was, but then again, you had gotten competitive of all things.

Didn't matter, your theory was if you were more present, he'd been more affected. It's one thing to have a half-asleep person flirting with you, and another if it's a fully awake person. You were hoping to plan it out, get exactly the right words to say -it was going to be perfectly crafted to get a reaction out of Rick Grimes.

But, it didn't end up that way.

You were folding clothes, which was a bit of hell within itself but you were helping Maggie -she made it much more bearable. Even though just about every few minutes, she'd remind you of your... incident.

It was all in good fun, she was always giggling and teasing in a sister sort of way. You found yourself close to her pretty much as soon as you'd met her -catching her eye lingering on Glenn for a few seconds too long. They were well-established at that point, but you'd found an interest there in the budding... romance.

After she'd lost so much, your connection was nice, fresh, and easy in the apocalypse. It was light and airy when it needed to be, and strongly protective otherwise.

You'd threatened Glenn pretty much immediately after you met him -something about 'you hurt her and I'll grind your bones into paste'. It was in a joking tone, but he took it as you intended. (He'd grinned at you afterward, saying something about you fitting right in. Needless to say, you didn't get the desired effect.)

So, you sat -carefully detailing the piles as you worked through them, Glenn, Maggie, and a tiny pile of onesies. You smiled at it, as it continued to grow, and the conversation was easy to be in -nothing too substantial, just casual topics.

"Saw Glenn the other day," you remarked, remembering the deadly cold stare he'd passed onto some of the Alexandrians -Daryl falling close behind, "-you got lucky, Mags."

Maggie laughed, bright and loud -her face was somehow glowing, you guessed pregnancy would do that to you, "I know, he's... He's amazing."

"Hey, don't start on the ooey-gooey 'I found my soulmate in the apocalypse' shit," you groaned -you loved her, really you did, but with your mortification... you were truly going to die alone.

Maggie huffed, elbowing into your side, "You started it."

"Well, I wanted to talk about-" the door to Maggie and Glenn's swung open, revealing a Rick who'd just got done working -sweat on his brow and dirt on his jeans, "-something... different."

She, on the other hand, was acting completely natural, "We could get into those things if you want, I just figured-"

"Rick, thank god you're here-" you turned to him dramatically -still folding clothes without much extra thought, "-please rescue me from this torture. She's on her Glenn kick-"

He paused before a smooth smile melted upon his lips -you bit back the urge to watch it from there, salt and pepper beard stretched along his mouth, "When is she not on a Glenn kick?"

"You're not helping," you sighed, retorting with a passive playfulness, "-you're supposed to give me an out, you know. Save the day, isn't that what gentlemen do?"

Maggie spoke up, in agreement, "That's what gentlemen do."

Rick was staring at you, eyes flickering along your face and then settling on your hands. You were in your own space, carefully placing each fabric in as nice of a stack as possible -fingers swift and practiced. You could still feel it though.

His eyes heavy on every motion -following you like you were a shooting star in the sky, a sight to be seen. Jaw twitched, licking a line against his teeth, as a grin peeked up then, and you knew you were in for it.

"Well," he sighed, leaning against the doorframe casually as if the words were as true as the sun rising in the morning, "-I can think of a few better things to do wit' your hands."

You startled, the shirt (clearly Glenn's if the bright graphic had anything to say) held up in front of you -tips of your fingers tight on the fabric, almost too tight. Exhaling a breath, as you wordlessly stared at the shirt in front of you, you vowed to yourself you wouldn't freeze again. And somewhere deep in your head, your competitiveness sparked up in a single flame.

With the casual speed of folding the shirt, you wordlessly placed it into Glenn's pile -it was teetering dangerously, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, and stood.

Your steps were slow, deliberate, and despite the flurry of thoughts in your mind, you were clear-headed.

"What," you spoke, it was low and breathy (but there was no need to be loud, he was right in front of you, "-these?"

Rick hadn't spoken, as you wordlessly traced your nails across his arms, not enough to scratch -watching as the goosebumps lay in their wake. His flannel was rolled up to his elbows, and the skin there was golden from the sun -muscle underneath your fingertips, detailed and extensive.

His breath hitched, and you grinned, biting it back at the success on your side -a familiar buzz tossing your stomach in a pleasant sort of way. It spurred you on further.

"What did you have in mind, Grimes?" you were a breath away now, breath mingling and your fingers still absently tracing his skin -eyes intently locked on his.

Rick's face was still, except for the tiniest twitch of his nose -eyes clouded with something you hadn't quite grasped. It was intense and heavy, left a sort of burning on your skin -you felt a sort of flush there, but ignored it in favor of-

His eyes flicked to your lips, it was a languid gaze like he was watching the puffs of breaths. He was certainly not ashamed, eyes focused and for a second, you truly thought... maybe this wasn't a game. Maybe he would break then, and kiss you with a fever that you'd felt in the air. His own hands-

"Ahem," Maggie cleared her throat, "-as much as I enjoy this, really I do. I've got laundry that needs foldin'."

Before Rick could even blink out of his stupor, you'd smiled -wide and bright, "Rick will help you, won't you?"

He blinked, seeming to filter through the heavy fog, "I was actually lookin' for Glenn-"

"Don't worry," you hummed, still barely a breath away from him -voice low and eyes heavy, "-I'm sure he'll understand. Everyone gets distracted, right?"

Rick was hanging onto your words, eyes shining in a kind of way that made you itch to touch him -breathy and on the edge of something, "Right."

"Good," you grinned, patting his cheek -much like an aunt at Thanksgiving, a bit condescending. Simply, leaving him as he was, and stepping back -you could hear him mutter something not very gentlemanly.

Glancing towards Maggie, you spoke casually -remaining as unaffected to the naked eye, "Let me know if you need anything else, Mags."

Maggie rolled her eyes, patting the bed for Rick to sit, and Rick well, he was grinning at you -eyes light and smiley. But the smooth smirk that gathered at his lips said all it needed to: game on.

Count that as a point for you.

The next time was a bit more of a mixed bag, you'd done something stupid. An extra run, you'd gone out on your own and you were fine. Just a few cuts and bruises, some blood (not yours) encrusted into your skin.

But you were exhausted by the time you approached the Alexandria gate -feet dragging, and hands aching to reach your own home for a hot shower. Anything really to soothe the pain in your back, you'd fallen, not far. You doubted anything was broken, but you knew it'd bruise -big and purple. You just figured you'd ask around and get a heating pad to sleep on until further notice.

One night would be fine.

What you hadn't accounted for was Gabriel watching as you left and watching you sneak back in. Nor had you accounted for just who he would tell.

"What the hell-" Rick's tone was low, not loud enough to wake anyone -as he faced you in the streets, "-were you thinking?"

You didn't ask how he'd known, you figured at that point it was pointless, "I wasn't. I know, it's stupid. Look, it's nothing major. I'll just deal with it in the morn-"

There was a shuffling in the nearby houses, and you both froze in place -air rushing from your mouth in a worried heap. Waiting for a light to switch on, or a door to open, anything-

After a few seconds, nothing echoed in the silence, and you opened your mouth to continue.

But, Rick -gruff and almost a growl (it made the hair stand up on your arms), interrupted, "Not here."

Your mind was in a fuzz, as his hand wrapped around your wrist (long, calloused fingers-) guiding you among the barely lit streets. The sound of walkers was distant in the night, and with your heart beating so loud in your chest -you had a spare thought to wonder if he could hear it.

With a dazed glance, you realized that Rick was leading you to your home -a tiny piece of you was crushed at the notion of not being in his home, but with Judith so young... it made sense. Your fingers dragged briefly along the familiar splintered wood, where you'd carved out initials of some people you once knew.

The thought passed quickly, as he pulled you inside -only stopping to shut the door and guide you further. There was a spark in your mind at the idea that maybe he'd guide you somewhere more private for different reasons than to cuss you out in the early morning hours, you stopped the thought process before it could get much farther.

"What-" you began, eager for an explanation, and he simply shushed you -not even turning back, he was so focused on his destination.

You'd tried to be offended, but the sudden turn into your bedroom cut the thought short. His fingers still closed around your wrist, you wondered again if he could feel it -bumping against his skin. Loud and nervous, because of him-

And then wondering, what would he do if he did?

Before you could put too much into that discussion, he turned into your bathroom. It wasn't exactly small, but Rick (in his broad shoulder and leader stance glory) had to squish up against you. Even slightly, the buzz of his body warmth against yours sent a zip up your spine that made you incredibly aware of the... Rick around you.

Woodsy smell, and calloused fingertips, you almost spoke -on instinct, trying to cool the fog of your brain. Regain anything but the overwhelming sense of salty sweat and heavy worry delicate wrapped around you. And yet-

He spoke then, simple, direct, "Up."

At first, you hadn't known what he meant, standing in the bathroom -merely noticing how close his chest would get to yours when he breathed in, until your fingertips brushed upon the countertops of your sink.

Oh.

Your body had a mind of it's own, extending your arms outward as Rick lifted you. And even just for the sole second you stayed in his arms -flannel fabric rubbing against your side, and fingers curled under your arms, you felt a sort of bliss.

Rick was in no such state, stepping back from you with a hand reached out (making sure you were steady in your place) and all at once giving you a look over. You truly didn't know how you looked, the bruise blossoming on your back was the only thing that was causing an ache right now. You thoroughly doubted he could see that.

And a few other scratches on your face maybe? And your shoulders? It was a bit blurry now. You seemed to remember the scraping of nails, and a sting following suit.

Rick's face stayed unmoving, blue eyes flickering in the low light -brief across your skin but it still felt quite vulnerable. Broken open in front of eyes that kept looking at you -intent and focused; you kind of wanted to shrink into yourself, disguise from them.

He didn't let up, eyes heavy on the task at hand -a sort of determination set in his jaw, "First aid?"

"Yeah, uh-" you cleared your throat, tightening your fingers on the counter -a spare thought almost had you skimming through his hair, "-it should be in the cabinet. It's the same one that was here when we arrived, is that-"

"'s fine," he interrupted, swiftly pulling the tiny case out of the cabinet -eyes set across a few of the spare scratches, "-better than nothin'."

He stayed focused, sliding between your legs -urging your chin up with the tiniest of touches, and using the motion to look at some of your scrapes. Your head was swimming in a sort of fuzz, following the motion like you were boneless -maybe you were.

"They aren't that bad," you tried to urge, sinking into the intimacy of having someone care for you -it was probably the first time it'd happened to you without asking.

Rick hummed, carefully wiping at one on your forehead -the most tender of touches with calloused fingertips (the contradiction making your head spin), "And that means what?"

You faltered, "Well, we shouldn't waste resources on-"

"I've got plenty of bandages," he answered, concisely, "-if someone needs some, tell 'em to come to me."

"Rick, I can't ask you to do that," you relented, unfamiliar with this energy in such a vulnerable position -when you felt like this, you'd been batting eyelashes and he'd do that smirk that made you forget what you were saying. It wasn't... it wasn't this. The tenderness in his hands, and the act of it being so natural to him, not a bother.

"Ya didn't," he answered, simply, hands wiping away at your skin so gently you almost leaned into it. The urge to let him hold you like putty, let him care for you, he clearly knew how-

You chose not to speak then, eyes dashing along his face -following the crinkles, and a few blemishes. You were close enough to memorize them, you might as well. The thoughts of wondrously connecting them on his face, brushing your hands along -it was something that you hadn't thought of.

You wouldn't let yourself.

"Why are you doing this?"

Rick paused in his motions, eyes littering down to yours -trying to read the look on your face. He exhaled, heavily, and took a few steps back -it cleared your head a bit, the smell of Rick just a tad less overwhelming all your senses. (You kind of missed it.)

"Can I ask you somethin'?" he questioned, tossing what he could in the tiny trashcan without much semblance of thought towards it.

You stiffened at the shift of tone, retorting with a tight smile, "I thought I just did, but uh... yeah."

"This," his finger flicked between the two of you -your eyes followed it with an embarrassing fervor, "-it's... What is it to you?"

If he'd asked yesterday, you would've answered much differently. Not that you hadn't felt... this, it was just a much different perspective. You hadn't thought of this part of it, the protectiveness, the concern, because of course, Rick Grimes was a force to be reckoned with. And if you got... involved, you imagined it extended to you.

"'Could ask you the same question," you deflected, fingers trailing down your arm and messing with your sleeve -it was partially rolled up and you flicked the button between your fingers.

"'Kay," he hummed, stepping closer -in your space just as seamlessly as before but this was more intentional, "-we can do it this way."

Without another word, he grabbed your hand by the wrist -stopping the motion with a heavy sort of look, "Pay attention."

You froze, watching as Rick stood a breath away from you -blue intense in a way you'd become familiar with, but still somehow different. You nodded, wordlessly.

"I'm-" he started, before seeming to scrap it, "There are no conditions with me. If I go anywhere with you, and I mean anywhere-"

Your breath hitched.

"-I'm for everythin'. There's no one thing," Rick continued, seeming to not notice the implications affecting you, "-it's everythin'. Mornings, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and if I can swing it... dates."

You exhaled, your gaze softening on the man -he wasn't shying away, eyes intently on yours. There was a new energy in the air, something softer -not as suffocating on his smirk, but warmer, enveloping you.

"You-" you started, tone shaky in a bit of disbelief, "-everything?"

His hand matched up to yours, fingertips detailing your palms without so much as a look down. Biting back a smile (like you weren't hyperaware of his mouth being so close), he mumbled -low gravel brushing across your skin, "Everythin'."

It took you less than a second to process the words, heart heavy against your ribcage, "Okay."

He blinked, stunned, "You... That was quick, I wasn't expectin'-"

"Rick," you exhaled, a bit breathy at the slightest touch of his hands, "-have you seen yourself?"

He laughed, short but it still sent a pleasant buzz up your spine -his hand rested an inch from your leg on the counter edge. And somehow your mouth kept running at the closeness.

"You're the best man I've ever met," you hummed, more sentimental but still in the rush of his scent and the dizziness of his body warmth, "-although, I'd hope you keep your... promises. I will gladly take anything you offer."

"I'll keep 'em," his voice was low, bubbling something up in your stomach -eyes heavy but something new there, affectionate even, "-I never say anythin' I don't mean. And trust me, I mean it."

You still hadn't crossed that boundary, mere looks and touches that lasted a bit too long -you shivered at the thought. It was building, loud and yelling in your head every time you so much as saw Rick in the corner of your eye. Eyes lingering for much longer than usual, you felt a bit like you were stopped.

Rick was leading, it wasn't that hard to tell -every smooth hand on the small of your back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and recently, without so much as a break in the conversation, pulling you into his lap.

There were perfectly good seats, many of them.

And yet, he sat you there -one of his big hands splayed along your side holding you steady and the other rubbing a soothing pattern in your thigh. The brush of his hands still ghosted over you even now, and if you focused hard enough, you could feel the drag of his fingertips on your skin.

Maggie hadn't let it go for weeks. Fuck, you hadn't let it go for weeks.

Maybe that's why you'd been grumpy that morning, the itching of having Rick Grimes's hands on you had set you a bit on edge. The building tension only made your throat close up and your brain sort of lack words, but you'd truly be dead before you'd give up.

You knew Rick was up early, he always was -set to do whatever he had to that day, or even to take care of Judith. Conveniently, though, Maggie had taken Judith that night and Carl had slept over at his new friend's house (Rick had been hard to convince on that front, but his weakness had always been his kids after all).

It was a Saturday, he liked to rest on Saturdays. You knew that because he'd sit out on his porch in the heat, sweat dripping from his face and the top few of his buttons undone to accost for the warmth.

Or, he totally could've known that you watched him like clockwork -eyes heavy on the touch of chest that showed and trailing the sweat down his collarbone. You were sure if you'd gone up to him when he sat like... that, you wouldn't have had such a clear mind.

He had that edge of cockiness now, he would unbutton his shirt just a little bit more to get your head spinning. It was in his character.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way into the neighboring house -the distant puff of sleep on your limbs but your mind had never been clearer. The door was unlocked, as you waltzed into the house -the emptiness was a sort of unfamiliar tone in the house, yet your body moved forward.

You made your way to the door -his bedroom, before you stopped. Your feet froze in place, as you followed the trail of the wood -seeming to realize just what you had done. Running into a man's house, and ending up at his bedroom door... in your pjs.

At the thought, your head swam and a blush of crimson flushed down to your collarbone. Biting your lip harder than you ever had in your life, your eyes lingered over the wood -hesitating to even imagine what was behind that door.

He had a white duvet, they all did.

You groaned, not even noticing the volume level, because it was early and you weren't thinking- and spun on your heel, ready to confront him later. At a more reasonable hour, and more reasonable clothing.

The door creaked open, and something in you stayed frozen to your spot, only halfway spun towards the door. It was obvious, big t-shirt and sweatpants that you had just woken up, and in that bliss, you thought that maybe the shadow hid you in the hallway. It was early enough to cast the world in a sort of darkness -halfway between the sun shining and the cloudy early morning.

And then he chuckled -a sort of warm gravelly tone, "You want some breakfast?"

You opened your mouth to respond, turning back to the door -eyes settling on the man in the frame. His figure seemed somehow towering, more than usual, curls a bit wild -your fingers itched to smooth it down. And he was shirtless, the expanse of his skin making your head flutter in a pleasant sort of way -slight marks of freckles etched across him, and plaid pants hanging low on his waist.

You felt your anger dissipate, despite the urge to hold onto it, sighing, "I... yes."

"Good," his voice was low, sleep-slurred, and you suddenly got the thought this was a very bad idea. His arm wrapped around you -body warm tripled with just skin, as he guided you into the kitchen.

You had beaten this before, the sort of buzz that Rick Grimes put you in, but he had never been so close and shirtless before. The bare skin of his side pressed into you like it was nothing, your mind spun -lucky he was guiding you so swiftly.

"You gonna tell me why you're 'ere?"

He was looking at you now, the kitchen was much brighter -open curtains, and light cabinets. He looked domestic in here, and the kitchen itself seemed like his. A few bowls dirty in the sink, dish towels hanging on the oven, some baby snacks sorted into little baggies, it all screamed Grimes household.

You cleared your throat, "You wanna know?"

"I asked," he smiled, toothy and bright -so warm and fuzzy, "-didn't I?"

"You're not," you paused, trying to coil down the nerves tight in your stomach, "-freaked out that I'm here?"

Rick laughed, somehow getting somewhat closer to you, hands rubbing up and down your arms without much extra thought. Before his face settled into something heavier, affection still high on his face, but something more familiar there.

"Y/N," the smooth upturn of his lips, as he gathered closer to you, his breaths quick despite his demeanor, "-if I had my way you'd be here every night and day."

Your heart was fast in your chest, heavy against your ribs and you thought about it for a second. Waking up here, dinners with Carl and Judith, Rick... everywhere. It wasn't... bad.

It was far from bad.

And that wasn't just Rick, it was everything. A domesticity with Rick that you had come to terms that you'd never get, and yet here it was. Laid beautifully in front of you.

Rick was nervous, you could tell. The shift on his feet, his eyes glazing over your face so intently like he was memorizing every shift but to try and find out what you were thinking. He had always looked at you, you realized.

The amount of that blue shine you'd seen with such intense focus wasn't just this. And he'd always touched you. If danger was present, he'd tug you behind him without a single extra thought. With the gentlest of touches when you were injured, he was sure to help you through it -if not there with you, he'd stick someone he trusted. (Insanely, he'd told Daryl once when they were trying to raid another camp and Daryl would've been immensely useful-) And the smirk, it wasn't new... You'd seen it in banter, he'd make you laugh so hard and he'd make that face like he was smug, like he was proud.

"Y/N?" he asked, a bit scared of the silence, "-Everythin' alright?"

"I-" you started, a bit startled at the revelation but confident in pursuing it, "This was never a competition to you, was it?"

Rick furrowed his eyebrows, reiterating, "I told you-"

"No, no," you interrupted, taking a few dangerous steps forward, "-before that. Before that meeting when I didn't sleep enough... You-"

You couldn't finish it, the word hanging heavy in the air, just on the cusp of your tongue. It would be real then, and you still weren't sure. You couldn't say it, you could just act like it never happened-

"I love you."

And there it was, silencing your train of your thought, as you looked at him with a sort of curiosity. He wasn't looking at you, eyes scrunched closed as he rubbed at his face, embarrassed almost. Like he had never intended to tell you, or never have you find out. Was he... Was he afraid?

"I-" he started, trailing off in a deep sigh, "I never meant for it to be... Shit, this looks so bad. I wasn't trying to convince you to feel the same. I just- It just started. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable-"

"Rick," you tried -but your voice was so quiet.

"I never. Fuck. It wasn't supposed to go this far-"

"Rick-" you urged, louder, but it didn't stop his pacing.

"It just happened, over the years... I couldn't stop it, everythin' just kept adding up. I kept lookin' at you, and I couldn't stop. And then, you were half asleep but you said it- I thought maybe... I just wanted it to be real-"

"Rick," you leaned up, placing your hands on the sides of his face and making him look at you, "-breathe."

He stopped, eyes wide and blue -looking right into yours, and following your whispers of instructions. Trying to keep his brain right here with you, you counted out his breaths and he looked with something you wouldn't have noticed before. But now you did.

"You with me?"

He swallowed, nervous, "Yes, but-"

And without a second thought, you pushed forward and put your lips on his. It was a quick motion, a bit frantic, so Rick had to adjust. He originally wasn't responding, still and unmoving against every molecule of your body trying to be close to yours.

Then he did.

Rick was smooth, moving his arms to wrap around your middle (urging you even closer) and dipping into you without much less restraint. Your hands brushed across his stubble and tucked behind his ears, twirled up in his curls like it would keep you grounded. And maybe it was. The simple press had evolved, a sort of emotion lingering in the touching skin. You itched to somehow be closer, to ignite that sort of attention everywhere. The sparks were alluring, and all you could think about was more.

Rick was on a different page, pulling back with a grin so bright you'd almost flinched at it. After a few moments of looking, you watched as he slowly leaned forward -your body naturally leaning forward a sort of bliss piercing over your mind.

And then, he swerved.

He pulled his hand out of its position against your back -brushing your stomach as it came to your throat. And then, as gently as a butterfly landing on your finger, he pressed his thumb into your pulse. It was currently crazy, running on the adrenaline of showing up here so early and his confession, and the kiss-

All he did was grin.

"So fast," leaning into your ear, huffs of breaths hot on your skin -you just knew that he knew what he was doing, "-that for me, sweetheart?"

You growled, frustration at its peak, and pulled back to match his face -at a sudden mix of affection and anger, you let your heart speak, "Fuck you, Grimes."

He merely smiled brighter, head tilting ever so closely, "Well, since you asked so nicely-"

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #twd oneshot #scratch that itch

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 3 months

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I'm currently writing out the Archon War in a fic, and it got me thinking - who exactly would Morax be going to war against in Cyanide Narwhal's original timeline? It seems like he's got pretty much most of Liyue already except Havria's land which we know he didn't fight for. And like, sure Osial's being a thorn in his side, but like, that's one god. And you had Chi coming back again later as undead, which is two gods.

it's a good question but i'm afraid the thing about cyanide is that i had no answer for that originally, and when i began writing it i didn't want to add even more conflict and complicated political schemes than i already knew there'd be? (if you can call them that?) so i sort of... ignored the big issue.

the big issue being that, before the archon war, it's likely morax would've had control of only the guili assembly and maybe jueyun karst. it's actually a complicated point of contention when it comes to pre-war liyue theorycrafting. the rest of liyue would've been populated with other settlements led by other gods. either that, or liyue was a sort of big alliance of multiple leaders, and when the war broke, everyone started fighting each other.

kinda how china itself had a tendency to unify, split, unify, split, unify, and split throughout history. i imagine Liyue could've had something like that happen at some point. you could even argue that morax had control over all of Liyue bar Chenyu Vale, and when the war broke out, all his subordinates in charge of looking over all the other settlements decided they might as well fight both each other and their emperor.

so like- please keep in mind that cyanide sort of waves away that major problem in figuring out pre-war liyue lore.

as for the original timeline, i think i sort of also toned down the amount of gods morax originally fought. not only the two you mentioned, of course, but there would've been at least four immortals in chenyu vale, more than just osial and haishan in the sea, and probably a handful of gods from the south of lisha, a region not availiable in-game that i'm simply assuming is part of liyue.

so yeah,, my excuse was a sort of "just because they're not mentioned doesn't mean they're not there" for all the gods that would've popped up to fight in the war had childe not fucked up the timeline.

edit: i completely forgot about xiao's master. so uh- yeah that one also.

#thank you <3 <3 #good luck with that fic that sounds like a huge headache and massive undertaking

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juicezone · 9 months

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Using Prompt 4 which comes from this! Cooper decides to try and take advantage of his day off tomorrow to regress tonight. He gets himself ready like he usually does, but then meets someone in the kitchen when he's making himself a bottle

Word count: 1,383

Flat on his back, Cooper stared up at the ceiling. A handful of glow-in-the-dark dinosaur stickers littered the area above his bed, courtesy of an unsupervised Ward. He'd insisted Cooper would enjoy them, but Cooper wasn't about to admit Ward was right.

Speaking of the other, he could hear Ward snoring down the hall. It was a bit hard to adjust to having a roommate of sorts- Cooper was a habitual loner who preferred having his own space. Still, rooms were limited on the ship, and he'd rather share with someone he knew than a stranger.

Rubbing his eyes, Cooper sat up, a slight grimace on their face. He'd had a long day- several consoles in various parts of the ship had needed attention, there'd been a surprise drill, and then just general engineering upkeep on top of that. They were tired, but too restless to sleep. Their gaze fell on the floor mat rolled up by the wall, and Cooper shrugged to himself.

"Might as well. I'm off tomorrow," They said to themself as they stood and crossed the room to the dresser, calling for the lights to turn to 50% as he went. It was late, but that wasn't a problem. He was used to getting himself settled down and changed into both pajamas and padding. Cooper picked out his usual pajamas and searched his drawer for a specific diaper. It was his last dinosaur one- he didn't really care about them when big, but his regressed side adored them.

Quietly, he got himself undressed and changed, carefully ensuring the stickies on the sides were fastened correctly. He shifted a bit to double-check that there'd be no issues in case of an actual accident, and then finished up by getting in the feetie pjs.

He rubbed his eyes, already feeling his head slow down and feel a bit softer. Ward described it as "feeling foggy", but he was obsessed with weather. It wasn't quite enough though. It was too easy to feel big- they needed a little extra something. Quietly, Cooper opened their door as stepped out into the hall.

Ward continued snoring, the bathroom door open just enough to let a little sliver of light into his room. The sound of their steps was muffled, and Cooper made it into the kitchenette area without waking his roommate. He plucked out the bottle Ward had gotten him- little wrenches and tools on the side- and set the replicator to fill it up.

"Take it to my room, see if that helps," Cooper mumbled to himself, watching the bottle fill. Warm milk, just a little bit of vanilla and sugar. Nothing too fancy.

"See if it helps what?"

Cooper jumped, startled by the sudden voice. He turned to face Bones, the other man leaning against the wall with an eyebrow raised.

"I didn't realize you were here, Dr. McCoy," Cooper cleared his throat before replying. He suddenly realized he was standing in his pajamas while filling a bottle, and his face flushed in embarrassment.

"I told you, Leonard or Bones is fine, kid. Hell, even Len or Leo, if you want. We're not on duty, you don't have to be so formal," Bones replied, sounding mildly amused. He gestured again at the bottle, now full, and repeated his question. "So, see if it helps what?"

"..Nothing." Cooper turned to secure the top of the bottle on, but when he turned around again, Bones was still there.

"You know, Ward's out for the count. That cold stuff I give him, it puts him right out." Bones' voice was softer than his usual tone, easily recognized as the one he often used with Ward when he was regressed. Cooper shifted, not entirely sure how they felt about Bones using that tone with him.

"That explains the snoring I heard, I suppose. I'm sure he'll be clinging to you tomorrow," Cooper deliberately avoided any sort of acknowledgement about what was happening right now, despite standing there with a bottle of milk. Bones rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Cooper, kiddo, if you're having a hard time settling down, I don't mind looking after you for a bit, if you want. You don't always have to go off and skulk on your own," Bones said, a bit more direct this time. He took a slight step forward while judging Cooper's response.

"I'm pretty sure I don't need you to give me a bottle." Cooper huffed, still feeling embarrassed.

"Didn't say you needed me to, I said if you wanted me to. There's a different there, stubborn."

They scowled slightly, crossing their arms over their chest as the two of them stared at each other. They were both stubborn, but in the end, Cooper's tiredness wound up costing him the win.

"I don't need you to," Cooper repeated, glancing away. He could hear Bones snort, and then there was a hand ruffling his hair.

"Again- didn't say you needed it. But I think you want it, you're just a bit stubborn and pouty right now, huh? C'mon, sweetpea, come sit over on the couch with me." Bones soothed, somehow managing to coax Cooper over to sit on the couch. The caregiver sat them down with Cooper between himself and the arm of the couch, leaning the reluctant regressor into him.

"There we go. Here, lemme see that bottle, alright?"

Cooper gripped the bottle tighter and held it closer to him, shaking his head in refusal. Bones didn't press the matter, just giving Cooper time to relax. After several minutes passed with the regressor just barely relaxing, he began talking again.

"You know, I've got plenty of experience and patience doin' all this. Hell, I looked after Jim when we were in the Academy, and he was a little hellion sometimes."

Bones pretended to not notice the slightly interested look crossing Cooper's face, as well as the way they turned a bit more.

"One time, I carried him all the way across campus while he threw the biggest tantrum he could possibly manage. All because I told him he couldn't eat something he was allergic to."

Bones grinned when that managed to get a snort of disbelief, and he continued on, "Oh, and Ward can be quite the little guy too. Mr. "I'm not small, Len!", meanwhile he's running around in a rainstorm with only pajama pants and flip-flops on."

"Soun's like Ward." Cooper rolled his eyes. The caregiver hid a grin- he could hear the slight fumble in Cooper's voice, as well as how he'd relaxed more. He was resting his head on Bones' shoulder now, looking a bit sleepier.

"Yeah? He's pretty silly sometimes. I got a silly kid, a little troublemaker, and a stubborn baby too," Bones murmured softly, plucking the bottle out of Cooper's relaxed grip with ease. The little one shot him a betrayed look, and he was quick to soothe it.

"Oh, you're alright, baby boy. C'mon, you're just so tired right now, aren't you?" Bones cooed, ignoring the embarrassed flush on Cooper's face. He shifted to better support Cooper, holding the nib of the bottle up to his mouth. He waited patiently until Cooper finally stopped squirming and let the caregiver pop the nib into his mouth.

Cooper huffed a bit, but didn't pull away or complain anymore. They still had a slightly pouty look on their face and kept one hand on the bottle, but it was clear who'd won this battle. By the time the bottle was emptied, Cooper's eyes were practically closed and he'd definitely slipped into the younger range of his headspace.

"There we go, you're just a stubborn baby, aren't you?" Bones murmured softly, coaxing Cooper to stand up with him. He was practically carrying the other, not that he minded. Carefully, he put Cooper down in his bed and tucked him in, propping up the removable bed railings. Cooper was fast asleep when Bones stood back up, and the doctor shook his head, mildly amused.

"Night, kiddo. See you in the morning," Bones said softly, stepping out of the room. He kept the door open just a little bit, like he'd done with Ward's door, and settled back on the couch. He'd stay up a bit longer- just in case either of his kids needed him.

#agere oc #agere fic #character: cooper

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outlyingoutlier · 6 years

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Fanfic Trope Mash-Up for Clexa. Outlier, would you accept the challenge of combining three: #22 Space AU with #69 Flirting Under Fire and #100 Accidentally Saving the Day.

Huh. You know, I think I’m going to dip into the well of ideas/barely started fics that are never going to get finished for this one, because I have like 2 pages of Space AU floating about somewhere (pun intended). The set-up is relatively standard for a certain genre of military space stories: after essentially wrecking the environment on Earth, the wealthy and influential escape to a ringworld they’ve built using most of Earth’s remaining reservoirs of essential materials.

The people left behind - let’s call them Grounders - have been left with a toxic environment, chronic water shortages, and marginal employment. There are only a few options if you want to survive - resign yourself to a hardscrabble life of subsistence farming, work for one of the life-draining industrial behemoths stripping what little is left, or sign up for the military (planet-side or space-side). Planet-side might get you a few perks, but it’s not really worth it. You’re trying to police your fellow Grounders, and there’s no real upside. Either you’re just one more oppressor, or you’re slapping on band-aids while the whole system crashes around you.

Lexa opts for the Space Expeditionary force (SEF). She’s young, but in her 10 years, she’s caught the eye of the kind of higher-ups who know when to provide resources and when not to ask questions. She’s built a crack crew and has a reputation for getting sticky situations unstuck. If she’s also running a side gambit of funneling back desperately needed supplies and funneling forward a steady trickle of refugees - well, as long as she gets the job done, what’s a little more (white hat) graft in the system?

Everything’s running 5x5 until her crew gets pulled by ring world actual. Some arrogant joyrider daughter-of-a-Chancellor wants to stick it to Mommy by joining up with the SEF and playing action hero for a while. There’s not much Mommy can do about it – other than pulling rank and pulling in favors and getting her slumming it spoiled brat assigned to crew with the best of the best and then pulling the best of the best out of the line of fire so that the most dangerous thing they’re doing is ceremonial escorts for puffed up politicians. It’s not really the rep Clarke wanted and it certainly isn’t something she asked for, but it’s what she’s got. Now her new crew, from Captain on down, hates her. It doesn’t matter that she’s a good pilot. It doesn’t matter that she wanted to do something that really matters.

Bottom line? They wouldn’t mind if she had a freak airlock accident, and most of them aren’t shy about letting her know it. Clarke rails at her mother, but it does about as much good as it’s always done. She knows she’s disrupted the order of things, but the aggressive hatred seems well out of proportion. It’s not like she was interested in doing parade duty either. It’s not why she joined. But hey, if the crew of her new ship had been rolling from dangerous situation to dangerous situation for a decade, maybe a short break isn’t so bad.

To make matters worse, her insufferable ‘my ship, my rules’ captain is infuriatingly attractive and equally infuriatingly uninterested. She’s clearly taken the whole thing as a personal affront, and she’s not planning on forgiveness anytime soon. Fine, then. Whatever. Clarke will skulk about, friendless, and do her job and find some way to get out from under her mother’s thumb. Until…

It was all a little odd. There was a distress beacon that no one seems to think is important enough to pay attention to. Not their job, hardass captain had said. Not their job her ass, Clarke decides, and starts to make plans to slip into Comms later that night to get to the bottom of it. The problem? Comms is quite occupied when she makes her attempt. A frowning, steely-eyed contingent is hunched over the comms panel, listening to the panicked message, and they’re not at all pleased at seeing Clarke trying to sneak in. It’s why Clarke finds herself unconscious for a short while before being confined to quarters, but even she recognizes the bumpy descent of a planet-side drop.

The situation? It’s chaos. Azgeda Corp has long been in charge of mass producing a somewhat filling if almost completely inedible substitute for 3 meals a day. Increasingly unpredictable weather has led to a bad crop, and now Azgeda is pretty much the only game in town. It’s a perfect time to hike prices and institute rationing, or so their corporate chain of thought seems to think. Don’t think of it as widespread starvation. Think of it as pure market capitalism in action. The thing is? Lexa’s got people planet-side. Whole communities of people, a lot of whom she and her crew had been doing their best to supply until they got pulled out of the field to be yet another shiny piece of metal that was, at best, floating decoration.

Now it’s all out guerrilla warfare. They’ve stolen a ship from the SEF, but any fall-out from that is going to have to wait. There are people to protect, and they’re outgunned and outmanned, and the best way to fight Azgeda is probably from the inside. What better time for a little corporate espionage? Is Clarke happy about being locked in her room? No. Is she happy about the plan to infiltrate Azgeda Corp for purposes of chaos and thievery? That’s a resounding yes.

What’s a chancellor’s daughter doing planet-side, asks Azgeda head Nia Winters? She’s here to extend the helping hand of the ring world to help them clean up this little mess. Don’t mind her somewhat surly bodyguard. It’s not that she’s not good in a fight, but really, the main reason Clarke keeps her around is the intangible benefits. All brawn, that one, and what enjoyable brawn it is. Clarke swears the cover is solely to benefit the mission - it’s better if Nia underestimates them, and if Clarke’s little more than an air-headed Chancellor’s kid who’s more interested in slipping off with her bodyguard for intense debriefings, well… it’s excellent cover. Lexa can’t say she agrees, but that particular die has already been cast.

It’s just… Why does Clarke have to take the role so seriously? All those not-so-incidental touches and the innuendo and the blatant appreciation - is all that really needed to sell the con? All they really need are schematics, a few crucial pieces of information, and enough time to work out a plan to steal the armory blind. It’s important work, and frankly, Lexa doesn’t need the distraction. Now, if only she could convince certain parts of herself of the same, everything would be a whole lot more comfortable.

How do they accidentally save the day? All that sexual tension has to come to a head at some point. Lexa’s had it. She just really, really has. If Clarke wants to keep teasing, then she’s going to give her a taste of what she’s been asking for. If that’s in a mostly abandoned guard station, so be it. It’s all that’s handy. And if, after someone (Clarke) dramatically sweeps all of the materials from a workstation to the floor (Clarke) and they find themselves just embarrassed enough to want to clean up the mess at some point in the future (Lexa) and they just happen to stumble upon a very important file with very important information on it that lays out some very important security functions… Well, that was simply the result of good old-fashioned espionage.

#unedited #likely clearly in need of revision #i'm sure there'd be tone issues #but SPACE!!!!#bob the builder

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rehkkuma · 3 years

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hey reh!!! i love you’re writing and i was hoping if i could request prompt #8 from the nsfw list with jotaro kujo from diamond is unbreakable??

i hope you have a great day/night!!

hii anon!! i'm glad you like my writing, it means a lot!! <33 i'm sorry this took so long, but i hope you like it!ヽ(^◇^*)/

“quiet it down unless you want the neighbours to hear” w/ jotaro

words: 1.65k. disclaimers/tags: nsfw, fem pronouns, afab reader, brief use of degrading language!

You heard about Morioh before; you recalled having an old friend who used to grow up in the small town, though, you never expected to visit.

Prior to arriving at Morioh, Jotaro told you about a younger uncle he has— one that was still attending high school. You were fairly aware of the Joestar's complicated familial issues, but you didn't expect him to have an uncle who's half his age.

By the time you arrived at your hotel with your lover, he was already busy searching for the young boy Josuke Higashikata. It was a shame, too. You'd hoped to visit one of the famous restaurants in Morioh with Jotaro, possibly for a date.

With each day passing, Jotaro was getting busier. He'd be sending or receiving calls, study suspicious-looking photographs for hours, or not even be in the hotel with you. Compared to his marine biology work, you'd never seen him so focused on anything.

Over on the hotel bed was your phone, ringing loudly. You rushed to pick it and noticed Jotaro's name on the screen.

"Jotaro?" you said, phone in your hand.

"Y/n." Jotaro's voice was raspy— a sign that he was incredibly tired. "I'm on my way to the hotel right now."

A smile formed on your face. "Ah, really?" You looked at the digital clock near the hotel bed, noticing how it was still only the afternoon. "It's pretty early. Finish all your work today?"

"Mmh." Jotaro groaned. "Still haven't had lunch yet. Are you up to go out somewhere?"

"Yeah, sure. What time should I get ready?" you asked.

"I'll be at the hotel room by 2. Just don't do any stupid shit until I get there.

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "I won't."

* * *

From your hotel's window, you could notice how great the weather was today. Because of the probable hot weather, you chose to wear a backless, simple satin dress. It was solid-coloured with your favourite shade of red, and comfortable too. The only downside to the dress was the string straps: they were a bit long for your frame, forcing you to fix their positions so you wouldn't accidentally reveal yourself.

As you waited for Jotaro's return, you fidgeted with the bedsheets, playing with the loose blanket while you sat on the edge of the bed. You were bored, but luckily it was only 10 minutes before 2 o'clock

"Y/n?"

You turned around and looked at the door. Jotaro, who you assumed was on the other side, knocked on it several times.

"The door isn't locked!" you said from across the room.

A quiet grunt came from the door, Jotaro coming out from behind shortly after. He remained as quiet as ever, walking into the room without saying a word.

"Hey, Jotaro." You said, fingers tracing the side of your dress. "You're here earlier than I thought."

Jotaro shrugged, walking to the bed's direction afterwards. "I thought there'd be more traffic," he said in a monotone tone.

"Well, we might as well just head out right now, yeah?" You got up from the bed to stand up to Jotaro's height, but you noticed his lack of eye contact. His eyes were glued to your cleavage.

"Oh-" Jotaro immediately looked up, now locked onto your eyes. Despite believing that he was extremely mature, he still had his urges.

"I guess you like the dress too?" you teased in a flirty pitch. Wanting to rile him up more, you let the dress strap hang lower, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your chest. "Are we ready to go out now?"

Jotaro finally looked away from your body, cursing. "I'm engaged to a whore, aren't I?"

Your eyes rested blissfully as you smiled. "Yes, but I'll always be your whore, Jotaro."

Jotaro scoffed, but still had a smile on his face. His hand moved towards your waist, his thumb slowly rolling across your curves. "Let's see you prove it."

You excitedly rolled up your dress and sat on Jotaro's lap. Your hands glided behind Jotaro's neck before your lips connected with his. It had been such a long time since Jotaro has given you special "treatment," but today was finally the day.

"Mmmh," he grunted into the kiss. His hands were now both on your ass, tongue sliding into your mouth at the same time. It had been so long you've gotten intimate with your lover that you could already feel your panties pool in anticipation.

"Jotaro," you whispered in your kiss. "L-Let's cancel our date. Just fuck me instead here, please."

From hearing your whimpering pleading, he felt his erection grow. He nodded immediately and continued to kiss you. While his mouth was busy, he took one of his hands and placed it on the core of your stomach. His finger slowly made its way lower before rubbing against your clothed clit.

"Ah..." You broke away from Jotaro's mouth as your head swung back. You could feel Jotaro's finger put more pressure on your clit, causing your legs to shake from the feeling. Before long, Jotaro's other hand moved to your thigh. Slowly, it moved closer to the space between your thighs. Once his finger finally made it to your panties, he slid them to the side before dabbing into your entrance.

"You're soaking," he said, revealing the layer of slick coated against his fingers. "Really missed me, huh?" He put his finger back inside you, moving it back and forth in slow motion. Once you were wet enough, Jotaro added in another finger. The more he pumped his finger, the more slick dribbled down his wrist. You were getting so close; only a few pushes and you'd come. Closing your thighs on Jotaro's fingers, you tried your best to hold it in.

"J-Jotaro," you said, voice trembling. "I'm close."

Jotaro let out a satisfied grunt and slowly took his fingers out of you. His digits glistened from the room's light, completely wet and soaked. Jotaro dabbled his fingers, spreading the wetness around before sucking them clean. Any saliva on his fingers was wiped off on his pants.

"Get on your knees," he demanded as he got off below you.

"Yes, sir." As you crawled to the center of the bed, you slipped off your dress and underwear. You were on your hands and knees-- head straight forward. Behind you, the sound of Jotaro unbuckling his belt could be heard. You could practically feel your cunt drip from anticipation. Impatient, you whined his name.

"I'm almost done, I'm almost done," he reassured. Once the fidgeting sound stopped, you felt the edge of Jotaro's dick hit your ass. You closed your eyes and felt Jotaro insert his cock inside you, causing a groan out of the two of you.

"I missed this feeling so much," Jotaro moaned. "I missed you so much."

You smiled. "Me too. Now, what are you waiting for?"

Jotaro let out a low chuckle and began to move. He slowly pushed his length inside you, moving back once he couldn't reach any further. It was a lot easier for him to pick up the pace considering how wet you already were. Jotaro began to speed up, going to the point where the sound of his dick filling inside you was loud enough to echo in your room.

"A-Ah! J-J-" you moaned, interrupting yourself. "Jotaro! Oh my god, it feels... so good."

Jotaro, being equally lost in pleasure, only replied with a grunt.

Every time Jotaro pulled back, you clenched your jaw, waiting for him to slam himself back into your cunt. Your legs were drenched and dribbling with cum, only making the sound of sex louder.

"Oh my god, oh my god-" you groaned. "Harder, please! Jotaro!"

You suddenly felt Jotaro's hands grip your hips tightly, fucking you harder and faster than before. Jotaro then got close to your ear, breathing heavily before muttering, "Quiet it down unless you want the neighbours to hear. We don't want noise complaints, don't we?"

Like a drunk man, you stole one of the bed pillows and planted your face on it. Any moans that would ring in your hotel room would now stay concealed with a small feather pillow.

"Fuck!" you screamed into the pillow. Your legs started to feel weak, just barely being able to keep your current position. Jotaro, being all too familiar with your patterns, knew what this meant.

"Don't cum yet," he mumbled. "Just- hold on a bit, okay?"

Your eyes began to get watery, tears starting to form in your creases. All you could manage was a quiet, "mhm," back.

"Mmn. That's a good girl." Jotaro continued the speed he was going. After half a minute of continuous movement, you could feel him losing consistency. The fingers that were on your hips began to dig into your skin, his voice began to get louder, and his thrusts began to get erratic.

"J-Jotaro," you said. "I can't hold it! I-I'm gonna cum."

"I- me too."

Jotaro thrusted himself deep into you one last time, releasing himself inside you. You came alongside Jotaro, letting out one final moan. Your mind felt fuzzy, but you slowly felt your consciousness become more clear. Jotaro then pulled out, slumping on the bed beside you.

"That was great," he said.

"Y-Yeah?" You rolled over to lay on your back beside him. "God, you don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

Jotaro let out a chuckle and took his arm to bring you closer. He pulled you on top of him, letting you rest on top of his bulky chest. Before Jotaro could ask if you needed anything, your stomach growled loudly.

"Still wanna cancel that dinner date?" Jotaro joked.

"No..." you admitted. "Let's go later... After one more round..."

Jotaro didn't say anything, but you could tell he was smirking above you.

"Alright. Just be quieter this time."

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