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[gourdkeeper]

Hi, tysm for your amazing Jamie fics 💗

I was thinking about a fic where Jamie sees Fem!Reader with Luke, whether it be catching a bite to eat, or sharing a hug or something, and Jamie takes it completely the wrong way and thinks there is something going on. Queue the issuing fight between Luke and Jamie!

Tysm again, best Jamie fics ever! 💓

Arghhahdhsks thank you!! I wouldn't say they're the best tho, Jamie got quite a few great writers <3 also damn!! First non smutty request! Enjoy!

Content warnings: jamie is really fucking jealous in this, violence, swearing, fem!reader, jamie is possessive once more, luke is just a perfect friend but he gets heated up too, reader doesn't put up with crap either

Word count: 1648

The sun was shining bright, there was a faint breeze in the air and the streets were bustling. It was the perfect day to grab a bite with a friend. And that was just the plan for today.

You invited Luke to hang out after working out together and he was overjoyed, accepted immediately. He likes you a lot as student, you're always eager to learn and you don't back down from a challenge, besides, you're really good company and friend. Luke likes playing video games a good deal and so do you, so every now and then you visit an arcade together or just play something online.

It's nice! Him and Bosch were your first friends when you first moved here and naturally, you cherish them a lot.

You walked through the park at first, it's a nice place nearby the academy and made way to the main streets.

Luke wanted pizza. Again.

"Luke please I'm gonna be sick of pizza at this rate." You huff at him and he just shrugs his shoulders at you.

"Getting sick of perfection? Couldn't be me-"

"You've eaten pizza the last time. And the time before that. And the one before too."

"Ok fine, what do you want instead? Burger?"

You can't help but laugh, how does this guy keep his physique when all he eats is junk.

"I don't know? Maybe we can grab some street food instead? The weather's nice and all!"

"Sweet! Sure, there's the pizza stall-"

You punch his shoulder in jest.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

You both joke around and end up settling on going to Chinatown, there's a new joint you wanted to try for a little while now and you were craving some ramen and soup truth be told.

Luke's stomach is growling and he starts mumbling about how he's gonna need to order the entire menu.

You suggest to take a starter to eat on the spot while you wait for the takeout order to be finished.

---

It's been a godawful day. His eyeliner isn't perfectly even. Just as he went out a bus splashed mud all over his pants. Then he got harrassed in the subway when all he wanted was to mind his business. Ugh.. he's sick and tired of the good-for-nothing brutes that keep taking over the city. It's even worse when the weather is good. The streets become packed. People bump into him. Thugs will try picking on him simply for being a "pretty boy".

And then there's the issue at hand, he wanted to grab some lunch and every damned place is full, bursting at the seams.

Jamie feels like he can't catch a break.

He decides to just call it a day. He'll just cook himself something much better anyway. "If these losers want to waste upwards to an hour in a queue they can take the L." He thinks to himself.

He's not aware that his day is about to become even worse.

He stops in his tracks just as he cuts the corner to go in his apartment.

"Luke?! What the hell is this douchebag doing here?" He stares for a bit and as Luke moves he notices someone covered by his wide silhouette. "...No way."

His thoughts are racing. "Now why, *today* of all days, is this joke of a man here and with *my* girl? What does he think he's doing? In *my* turf of all places."

He observes with a vein nearly popping at his temple as Luke extends a spring roll to your mouth and you happily take it. His blood boils as he sees you being all buddy-buddy with his rival. Trading smiles. Laughing at his lame jokes. The idiot even has the audacity of touching your face to wipe away a bit of food? How fucking dare he? How fucking dare he put his hands on you?

Jamie's fuming, any more anger bubbling in him and smoke would be coming out of his nose.

He spots the vendor calling them over to hand them take out boxes and bags. Huh? They're not gonna finish eating here? What? Is he intending on stealing his girlfriend away? Take her home? Nah, he ain't letting this slide.

He pulls and rolls up the sleeves of his yellow jacket and starts walking towards you and Luke. Head low, glaring through his brows and teeth bared.

"Oh Jamie hi!" You notice your boyfriend approach and wave, you didn't expect to run into him but you're always happy to see him.

"Jamie? Is everything ok?" You find his lack of response odd.

"Huh?" Luke turns around, spring roll still halfway in his mouth.

Expressing his initial confusion was all he had time to do before the long haired man pulled his arm back and swung at him. Fist landing right on his face, sending him backwards a few steps and making him spit the food out.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR BRO?" Luke doesn't understand what prompted him to this.

"Don't even start with the "bro's", I'm ain't no bro of yours." He spits at the ground directly in front of the blond. He's ready to throw hands.

"Jamie?!" You're caught completely off guard, why the hell did he do that? You rush to your friend, "Luke are you okay?"

He pushes you away lightly. "You might want to step aside. I'll deal with this."

People starts gathering around curious.

"Oh yeah? Why is that? Got tired of her boyfriend? Was I not enough?" Jamie snarls, "Or are you just trying to steal her away from me Mr. Perfect?!"

They push each other back in turns.

"What?!" You're incredulous, but... Kind of entertained at the same time?

"Is your girlfriend not allowed to have friends now?" Luke retorts.

"Not with dipshits like you, you fuckin' meathead loser."

"Oh I'm the meathead?! I didn't walk in here swinging. Peacekeeper my ass, that's the damn opposite you-"

"Watch your fucking mouth army boy."

"Or what?"

Their foreheads are almost pressing at each other and you decide to intervene before they both go fully at it and thrash the street.

"Both of you knock it off! What the hell is going on?"  You slide in the middle and push your boyfriend away. "Back off Jamie, what is this all about?! You too Luke, back off!" They hardly move.

Luke tries to put his hand on your shoulder to get you to get away and Jamie slaps it off.

"Touch my girl one more time and you're eating concrete."

"Jamie! Luke is my friend, he's not doing anything wrong-"

"Oh is that so? Sharing food while giggling to each other? Right in front of where I live?"

"...we were just grabbing some food? Like...how friends do?" You can't believe you need to explain how friendships work to your partner. Is he really that jealous? Or is it just because it's Luke?

You heard that they don't get along before but this is a whole other level.

"Touching your mouth?"

"For fuck's sake this is ridiculous-" You can hardly believe this.

"Don't worry, that's what he does best, being ridiculou-" Luke can't even finish what he's saying before another punch comes flying in his direction.

He straightens up and launches himself at Jamie.

You quickly step away, trying to avoid being hit on accident.

Luke isn't holding back. He's holding Jamie by the jacket's collar and punching freely until Jamie manages to stick his foot on the other's abdomen and kick him off.

"If you both don't knock that off right now I'm going home."

They ignore you, more focused on fighting than on you.

"Fine. Have fun, get a room while you're at it." You walk off, huffing. "What the hell is their deal..." You mutter to yourself as you walk home alone.

---

A few hours have passed when you get a text from your dear coach.

"Hey, sorry about today, I'll pay lunch next time. Hope you're not mad at me."

You're not mad at him, I mean, he didn't really do anything wrong, he just refused to take shit.

There's a knock at the door.

"Babe, are you home? I'm sorry!" Jamie is yelling from outside.

You take a deep breath and go to open it.

Yikes... he looks like roadkill.

You keep your head low and you let him walk in.

"...I'm sorry about today." He takes his hands from behind his back and pulls out a small bouquet of flowers. "I know it doesn't make it right but..." He hands them over to you.

"Jamie... What was all that for?" You accept the flowers and you take a hand to his face, his lip is busted and eye swollen, it looks like it hurts.

"I just... I just thought that you two were being too close and that...you know."

"Luke and I are friends, I know him for longer than I know you, if I wanted to be with him like that I would have done it before. You can trust me."

He clearly feels stupid. He knows his actions were irrational and brash. Amplified by the bad day he had of course, but it doesn't excuse it.

"I know I can trust you... I'm sorry."

You crack a smile and laugh.

"W-why are you laughing..?"

"It's kinda cute-“

"What is-?"

"That you're soooo insanely jealous."

"Lies. The great Jamie Siu doesn't get jealous of anyone." He's struggling not to laugh himself, fully aware of how silly he sounds.

You hold his hands and kiss his cheek.

"I'll forgive you..."

His eyes light up.

"... If..."

"If?"

You smirk at him.

"You also apologize to Luke. I think he deserves flowers too."

He shakes his head laughing and clicks his tongue, "Tsk, I'm not giving that guy any flowers."

You raise your brow at him.

"Okay fine! Flowers for the scoutboy it is, ugh..."

#jamie siu #luke sullivan #street fighter 6 #jamie siu x reader #sfw #gourdkeeper #requests #reader really wants to put them in the “get-along shirt” lmao

[random-insomnia15]

No, literally, I just found a Android 18 with Chun-li'S outfit on Pinterest.

@anyarainefanfiction @gourdkeeper @vampirarts

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #juri han sister oc reader #juri han x reader #ken masters x fem!reader #luke sullivan #luke x fem!reader #sf6 x reader #street fighter 6 x reader #street fighter x reader #dragon ball #dragon ball z #android 18 #chun li

[harvardhaugland]

Never requested anything in my life but how about a scenario where the reader jumpscares either jamie, luke or bosch (in the rooftops, while playing a game or training) and gets a laugh out of their reaction and then they get reader back for it except it leads into something a bit spicy 😳

Love your writing so much, I'll eat up anything you put out fr

-@gourdkeeper (anon because it'd message from my main </3)

twister! - luke ♡

a/n: ok funnily enough i actually had written ab eerily similar personal fic to something like this execpt it was an oc insert + they were training instead HELPPP but omg… yas of course!!! i already have another jamie fic in the works so i feel like i gotta switch things up w/ luke 👆👆sorry ive been writing nothing but fanfic smut lately and its only bc literally half of my account is old amateur fluff hcs LMAO

not proofread bc… YOLO!!!!

You do this routinely thing of hanging out with each and every one of your masters, a whole schedule, specific times of days. On Monday mornings Chun-li teaches you skeet shooting, Wednesday evenings are reserved for baking with Manon, Saturday nights are best for alcoholic shot games with Jamie.

Sometimes simple, sometimes ridiculous. You’re a real people pleaser.

No matter what day though, you always find some way to squeeze in game-time with your first master— Luke, of course. The two of you hangout often, being intimate whilst also eating snacks and constantly bantering whenever you game. Tonight was different, instead of the usual Strawberry Fighter IV ranked matches, you had suggested playing Twister. Boardgames are just some “old-fashioned fun”, you told him.

You both had been playing for hours now, no breaks, your limbs entwining, you have your head underneath Luke’s chest, both hands on two dots just below his feet. He has his face pressed against your back, facing the opposite way.

Luke is no Ryu, that’s for sure. But you’d like to think he would be somewhat skittish around scary insects— so before he reaches for the spinner again, your fingers lightly tickle his leg, trying to imitate the feeling of something crawling up his leg. Quickly, you shout, “Is that a spider?” drawing your hand back quickly.

“What—!?” Luke immediately backs away, falling off the plastic mat, shaking and kicking his legs frantically, watching you slowly rise up from the floor, fists in the air.

“Gotcha!” you point to him, laughing, holding your stomach with a wide grin on your face. Never in your life would you believe that actually worked as well as it did.

He pouts. Standing up, crossing his arms, checking his legs one more time, just incase, “Aw, c’mon. You cheated!” he points back at you, “But aw man, that was a good one..” he quietly admits. One thing about him that you’re glad about— he doesn’t take things to heart.

“I’ll get you back.” he swears, a wide smile on his face. Seemingly riled up already.

Before you quip back with a sly remark, Luke charges at you. Pinning you down against the floor, sparking up a playful wrestling match. Your legs are beside his hips, Luke’s arms are wrapped around your waist and his head is snuggled into the crook of your neck. He’s squeezing you, trying to pin you into submission. You’re too flustered to even try to “fight” back, simply giggling, hugging around his body instead, trying to insinuate to him.

“You’re bad.” he whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Were you just trying to get into my pants? You could’ve just asked, y’know. I’d gladly twist you into a pretzel myself—“

“Stop it, you cornball.” you joke, lightly tugging his head back. Luke starts to attack your neck with kisses. He’s quick to slide his hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest, moving his lips to touch yours, he’s more rougher and excited than usual. The days where you manage to get under his skin are the best.

He pulls you closer towards him, pressing your hips together, grinding his erection against you. You card your hands through his hair, he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, mouth open agape, hot and bothered. He’s all of the sudden desperate to fuck you. He slides down your pants with haste, pulling down his own right after. When it comes to sex, Luke is way too excited, he’s often sloppy, messy as if he was actually inexperienced.

“You always look so good.” he says, pressing his fingers to your mouth, obliging you to open up, slicking his fingers with spit, sucking on his digits, muffled moaning as he continues to grind against you, pulling his fingers out.

Fucking on rooftops in the nighttime meant that you had privacy— but everyone could still very much hear you. So the two of you make a desperate effort to stay quiet, covering each other’s mouths everytime one lets out a particularly loud moan.

He makes it clear how badly he wants to be inside of you. He’s in a rush to use your spit as lube, teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance, closely observing your face for any sort of reactions as he slowly pushes in, groaning out in relief. Luke collapses against you, more licking and kissing all over your neck. Slow, hard thrusts rock your body back, he’s big, confident when he fucks, leaving you a sensitive, whiney, and needy mess everytime.

You want more, you beg for him, demand him to go harder, faster or slower. He obeys your every order, looking to please you, praise you.

“Luke,” you call out to him with a moan, “Close— so close.” you whine.

“Are you gonna cum? You just— god, you’re too good to me.” he groans, “I wish I could just fuck you all night, watch you get all shy for me.” he says, his thumb caressing your cheek. He’s hooked on all the noises you make, the little changes in your expression. It’s all too much, he feels you tighten around him, arching your back, pressing against his sweaty body.

“Good job, baby.” Luke pulls you into another tight hug, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Hold on, okay?” God, it seemed no matter how much you tease him, or how pent-up you’ll try to make him, Luke absolutely never would be degrading with you. When he speaks a constant flow of praises in your ears, the tone in his voice is shaky, so gentle with you, willing to keep going for as long as you cum.

You feel his cock twitch, his movements growing more sporadic, making the Twister mat underneath you two scrunch up and wrinkle, ruining the once wholesome little game. Luke lets out a relieved groan. His hips stutter as he cums inside, keeping you still against his pelvis, pulling out slow when he’s finished. “I’m still mad at you for cheating.” he jabs, sarcastic.

“Well, you paused the game last time I almost broke your win-streak! It’s fair game.” you reason.

#sf6 #sf6 x reader #street fighter 6 #street fighter x reader #luke sullivan #street fighter 6 x reader #dude im on a roll #i need more smutty luke fics that arent written by me now #PLEASE ILL PAY SOMEONE TO DO ITTTT

[gourdkeeper]

Drunken Brawlin'

A self-insert/reader/world tour character 🍋 fic with Jamie Siu. Reader is gender neutral.

4k+ words

Warnings: Drunken sex, light bondage, public setting, semi-public sex, blowjobs, masturbation and mild name calling, switching, lesson goes too far. Canon compliant but not plot heavy (there's no plot almost lol this is straight up porn)

Disclaimer: I am not a writer. Specially not an erotica writer and this was all very self indulgent so please forgive the simplicity of the sentences and amateur-like writing.

Part 2

The sound of a new message rings and you check your phone. It's Li-Fen, again. You sigh in annoyance. She was a very sweet girl but she could easily overload you with small requests that would amount to massive chores if you don't learn to tell her no. Started when you helped her track down Bao Bao Bro and now it's never ending.

This time she had you fetch some weird coupon that allowed her to order milkshakes and boba tea for free once a week via drone delivery. "Sure," you thought "Can't be that hard." Indeed it wasn't such a hard task, but it took your whole morning away and you pray that she doesn't ask anything else of you.

"Did you find it yet?"

You reply with a thumbs up sticker.

"Cool! I'm still chilling with Jiejie here."

You're not far from Chinatown so you decide to take a stroll over there and handover the damned coupon to get this over with.

As soon as you enter the alleyway your eyes meet Chun Li who is once more teaching the locals. She gestures a small wave and a smile at you and you retribute, never did it dawn you that you'd be friends with such a well-regarded and skilled fighter such as her but here you are trading smiles. A little more ahead is Li-Fen, perched up on a little chair, eyes trained on her laptop. Either up to no good or browsing FooTube, who knows.

She doesn't seem to notice you right away so you clear your throat. She looks up at once and sets her sticker filled laptop aside, prancing at you with a full smile. You reach your pocket to get the coupon and notice another small folded paper together with it "Huh, weird when did this get here?" You mutter to yourself. Regardless you hand the prized coupon over and you wish her farewell as you have more business to attend to. She even gave you a Bao Bao Bro sticker as "reward" of some sort. She was happy and that's good enough of a reward as is.

As you turn around and walk away you take a look at the other mysterious paper. Unfolding it revealed the message: "Rooftop, at night."

Wow sure, someone wanted to be weird. You look around your surroundings trying to figure out who must've slipped the message into your pocket but nothing catches your attention. Your feet start moving again, eyes still on the paper. You take a quick final glance over your shoulder to see that someone was just watching you from the corner before swiftly disappearing.

Without any thought or time to waste you turn on your heels and begin sprinting towards the small alley. As soon as you make the corner. No one. Just some merchants going about their day. You know your eyes weren't playing tricks on you.

Well, no reason to stand around. If anyone tries anything funny you know you can stand your ground. "I'll just go about my day and return at night..." Whatever could be worse than another gang bothering you anyway?

---

The message had been in the back of your brain all day now that the sun is setting.

Come to think of it, that same alley was where you had met that long haired guy who was a "peacekeeper" or whatever it was he spouted out of his drunk mouth. He knocked out a couple of gang members and nearly had you beat as well as he had confused you for one. He seemed like a weirdo vigilante to you, albeit a weirdo you'd like to know more about. His fighting style was interesting and unique, you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to learn some of those moves as well.

Perhaps he was the one who had left the message?

With the sky now dark you make way to Chinatown for the second time this day, a couple of cardboard-box-headed fools try to pester you but you quickly brush them off. You don't have time for their stupid brawls.

You make way up the little ladders and onto one of the rooftops and there he is. The exact same drunk guy that singlehandedly beat a swarm of gangsters, facing away from you, staring off into the sky.

You approach cautiously, remembering how the last time you had seen him you nearly tasted asphalt.

The braided man seems to have heard your footsteps and turns around with a welcoming smile on his face, arms rested beside his torso, laying on the railing without a sign of malice. "Yo! I'm glad you got my message! Name's Jamie."

You awkwardly introduce yourself back, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

"You dropped this that other night and I've been meaning to give it back but figured we could have a chat as well?"

He hands you your own ID, you haven't even noticed it was gone until now, almost makes you wonder if he didn't swipe it off you just to have an excuse.

"Oh uh, thanks!" You take it back and join him by the railling and look down on the humble alleyway. It's quite a nice view you can't lie.

Jamie bumps the back of his hand on your shoulder, motioning his gourd at you inviting you to take a swig with him. You politely decline "I don't really drink much, I don't think I'd be able to keep my drink well."

"Oh this?" Jamie looks at you, eyebrows raised "No no, not at all! This isn't booze, it's more like a uuuh herbal energy drink? Sure it is strong but it won't leave you with a nasty hangover. Family recipe!"

He has a kind smile on his face, he's... Really pretty honestly, the moonlight reflects off his eyes and skin, your eyes drift downwards meeting his bare midriff. It's making you feel things. You are smitten by him. The view *sure* is nice in here. Focus, you're not here for that.

"Try it really! I'll even teach you some of my moves so you can be *almost* as cool as the great Jamie Siu!"

You laugh at his cockiness. He's kind of arrogant but in a joking manner, like he doesn't fully take himself seriously? It's endearing. Plus he just offered to teach you his style and that's pretty much what you wanted. Surely can't hurt to give it a shot.

You nod and accept the drink. Jamie's smile stretches across his face and quickly grabs you a small cup and kicks a bench upright for you to sit on. "Really, best that you take a sit incase *it is* too strong for you."

It makes you question the contents of the drink but sure. You chug it down in one gulp and. Oh. Oh no. God. He was not lying. This is strong. Maybe too strong. You've dropped the cup and you're seeing double, one Jamie is enough, thank you.

You stupidly try to get up and trip over yourself, thankfully he grabbed you and stopped you from falling.

"Yooo are you okay?" Absolutely not.

"Try to regain balance, c'mon." He lightly slaps your cheek to get your focus on him and you just fall towards him. He lays you down. "Ok maybe there is a *little* bit of alcohol. Jeez you sure cannot hold your drink. Sorry about that."

Your head is still spinning, you're clueless as to how anyone can stand up, let alone fight after drinking whatever that gourd contains. Out the corner of your eye you see Jamie take his puffer jacket off, leaving his chest bare.

"Woaah..." You mouth, causing him to chuckle at you.

He lifts your heads and slides it under for support. "Just lay down for a couple 'k? We'll get onto the fighting part once you can clear your head a bit."

Whatever he says just does not register, your mind's in cloud nine and you can't unglue your eyes off of him.

Sure you realized he was attractive already but, goddamn, he is beautiful and you cannot stop yourself from stammering it outloud.

"So I've been told!“

He doesn't take you seriously, under the impression it's just the drink talking but you are dead serious.

You were there to catch fists, not feelings damnit.

Your breath is heavy and dragged, your eyes half lidded and your head feels entirely too hot, it's like you're going to explode.

You look up and he's hunched over, hands on his knees, staring right at you smiling.

"You're quite pretty too, y'know that?" God. You just want him to kiss you honestly.

"Anyway," He continues, "If you're lucid enough to admire my beauty... I'm sure you're lucid enough to get up and fight, no?"

You whine quietly at the callout and do your best to get up on your feet.

Jamie takes on his stance and you mimic it.

He starts explaining the basics and gesturing simple moves for you to copy.

You're following along but there's nothing but static in your brain, you can only think how badly you want this beautiful dark haired man standing in front of you half naked. This isn't the usual you, you're a fighter, and fighters show restraint, they don't show whatever this newfound weakness is.

He goads you onto attacking him. "Give it your all. Go on." You try to jab him but he deflects it effortlessly. You take a backstep and throw a kick. Deflected, throwing your balance off. You catch it and waste no time bringing your opposite arm forth with another punch and your feel your arm get stopped in it's tracks and circled around you. You get hit a couple of times and before you realize, you're locked in place, defeated.

"Tsk tsk" he clicks his tongue, "that's no good. Try again."

Once more, the same result.

"Again."

Every time, taking the same stance and defeating you without breaking a sweat while you can barely even maintain your composure.

This time he locks you in place and ends with his fingers pinched over your windpipe.

Right beside your ear, "I could have killed you easily. You need to do better." He growls.

His sudden serious low tone brings a shiver to your spine. Once more you're feeling things that shouldn't be felt, not here or now at least.

His stern voice. His breath right next to your ear, his naked chest pressed onto you, unable to move. This could prove to be a real problem.

You let out a pitiful whine and stare at him through the corner of your eye. He looks like a predator who had caught his prey.

"Are you... Gonna let go of me so we can try again?“ You enquire half nervously.

"No. Break out of it yourself."

You gulp down hard. He has a devious smirk on his face for a moment and the drink is still impending you from lying.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Oh?"

He squeezes his grip on you like a snake trying to strangle his prey and applies pressure on your neck causing you to squirm and yelp in pain.

"What do you mean by that? Are you giving up already? Not cool... I thought we had a fighter here and not a loser..."

"I'm..." the words stutter out of you, "Too distracted... By you..."

Your cheeks are burning in embarrassment, why can't you just be quiet. Stupid drink. That was the biggest mistake ever. Mom truly was right, never take anything from strangers.

One moment you don't know each other and the other you're undressing them with your eyes because you took one, *one* single swig of an unknown liquid. Stupid stupid stupid.

"Is that so?" He tightens even further. "Tell me, what about me makes you so distracted, hm?"

"Can't be my amazing skill as a fighter, I assume." He mocks, clearly enjoying this. "Is it my handsome physique?“ Tone still mocking.

With the limited motion you have you simply nod slightly and let out a breathy "huh uh" out that sounds more like a moan than an answer.

"I see. It's alright, I would be a flustered mess if I saw myself too." He jokes, cracking a smile and letting go of you.

You regain your breath and balance, assuming a fighting stance once more.

"Oh no no, I don't think so. That's enough fighting today, you need to sleep." Jamie says waving his index finger sideways. "Do you have a place to crash at?“

You tell him you just stay at a hideout near Beat Square but that you're not done. You came here expecting to learn something.

"Fair enough, but I did warn you." He takes on his stance as well and once more has you beat in record time, ending with you pinned underneath him. Wrists gripped by his hand above your head and his leg directly under your crotch.

You squirm and try to break free to no avail, once more he tightens his grip and pushes his knee up.

"It seems to me like you're losing on purpose now... I'm not quite sure I catch your drift."

"Maybe I am..." You reply flustered.

"What is it you want?" His face coming dangerously close to yours.

"You." You nearly moan, "I want you... I think."

"You think? “ he wastes no time and your mouths connect, making you gasp when you feel your lips touch and his tongue intrude.

He pulls back, flustered now too, "How's that for a thought?"

"More." Nothing else is in your mind but him, you need him. You only need Jamie, nothing else.

He smiles and gets back on attack, obliging, this time you feel his free hand roam on your chest, feeling you around and groping while your tongues fight for dominance.

He breaks away from the kiss as if asking for permission to move further and you nod. You've started grinding on his legs, you're getting desperate.

You moan his name softly as you attempt to please yourself with his leg and he scoffs. "Tsk, an hour ago you didn't even know my name and now you're moaning it... Pathetic. Do it again." He goads you, just like he did earlier to deflect your jabs, only this time he takes your open mouth as an invitation for his fingers. "That's right, open up for Jamie... Be on your best behavior..."

Jamie's fucking your mouth with his fingers in and out, smearing your drool on your chin while keeping you in place wanting for more. He withdraws his digits and wipes them off on your cheek. "Tsk, maybe I was right, you are indeed a loser." The smile on his face isn't one of bad intentions though, he's just being light-hearted but it does get you going and you once more moan a "huh uh" at him. "Good. I do like reminding losers where they belong." He lets go off your hands for a moment to rip you out of your pants and turn you around. "Follow my instructions, yeah? Lift your ass up."

You do as he says without a second thought. "Good, hold it like that." Without a second to waste he starts rubbing you through your underwear and you have trouble staying in the position. Hell, you have trouble not collapsing completely. You can't even believe that you're doing this. On a rooftop of all places!

"You're beautiful like this..."

He's picking up the speed and you're having trouble not being loud. You don't want the entire neighborhood to hear you but it gets harder and harder, you are quaking, quivering, if he keeps this up you will come undone without a doubt.

"Jamie... Please"

"Please what?“

"Please, Jamie, I'm going to... Aah"

He pulls his hand away leaving you twitching and panting.

"Not yet."

He lightly kicks you to the side making you lose balance and roll over.

Gasping for air and staring at him through heavy lidded eyes.

His braid has come loose since, and his long black hair is a mess, strands clinging to his sweaty glistening forehead and torso.

"On your knees." He commands and you scramble to assume position, wondering if he's doing what you think he's doing.

You expect him to undo his pants but it never happens.

Instead he removes your top, leaving you bare. Completely naked and vulnerable. You can only wish that no one can see you like this. Last thing you need is a random gangster trying to blackmail you over this.

"Spread your legs for me and lean back... Like that, good. Do that for me... Good." He's so mesmerising, his flowy hair, the way he talks, his body, he has you melt like butter. He has you completely in his grasp.

You see him hold onto his gourd but don't question it and simply do as he says.

He crouches next to you and resumes, applying pressure in all the right spots, rubbing at the perfect pace, getting you worked up once more.

"Open your mouth."

You slightly open one eye and part your lips.

"Face up." He tilts your chin forcibly and positions you as he wants. "Open wider."

His busy hand speeds up as he slightly loses his temper. "I said. Wider."

Suddenly there's liquid pouring over your mouth, chin and chest.

"Drink up, loser. Don't you want to be as strong as me? Learn to stomach it then."

Your chest heaves up and down, trying to not choke up on the drink while fighting the growing orgasm inbetween your legs. It's almost too much to bear.

He picks up the pace, faster than before. "Soon you'll be having something else in your mouth."

Now it was definitely too much. You inhale and you feel the climax crashing and you choke on the drink, coughing and gasping for air as your arms grow tired and let yourself collapse on the ground.

He lays down next to you, taking a swig of his own drink and wiping his mouth with his arm.

"You good?"

You regain your breath and exhale while nodding.

"Good, I'm not through with you."

He rests his palm on your cheek while gazing into your eyes and approaches for a kiss once more.

"Hm, you taste much better now" you're both giggling like school girls, you reek like his drink and you look like a mess. You *feel* like a mess, hell, you probably can't even walk straight at this point.

"Do you still want it?“

"Hm?“ You look at him, confused.

"The other "something" in your mouth?“

You can't help but let out a laugh and nod. You do. You want all of him.

"You sure right?"

It's sweet of him to confirm with you even though you're both clearly plastered.

You reassure him and crawl over to him and start undoing his sweatpants.

He's leaning back on his arms, cheeks burning red and with a smile on his lips.

"Eager eh? You sure are a good student, the best for sure."

"Oh so you just do this with everyone?“

A belly laugh comes crashing from his side. "No no, absolutely not. First time doing this to be honest."

Huh. His answer and honesty perplexes you. First time sinning on the rooftops with someone he's trying to teach or? First time, first time? You push for clarification.

"Of course the great Jamie Siu has had sex, duh of course." His eyes averting from you now. "No one can resist my charm, I mean, look at me. It worked on you!"

You already know the confidence is a bit of a façade, no use making him feel bad even if he's a terrible liar. You're done removing his pants and you start teasing him. Giggling at him while you ghost your finger tips on his thighs and above the elastic of his boxer shorts.

"Is this revenge or something?" He asks with a cocked eyebrow.

"Nah, I just like seeing how you react."

You peel his underwear off of him. The way his sex springs up makes you hunger even more for him. He's so wet already, coated in his own precome. Would be a real shame to tease him further...

You crawl inbetween his legs, taking one into your grasp and kissing up from his calve to his thigh and do the same on the other one. Lightly touching his ankles, the back of his knees, the inside of his thighs. The more he shivers under you the more you want to devour him.

"Please" his brow is furrowed and his cock is heaving up and down together with his chest. "Please just touch it already..."

"Since you've asked so nicely..."

Your lips touch his tip, just a small kiss before reaching down with your tongue at the base of his shaft and dragging it up painfully slow causing him to squirm. He bucks his hips upwards trying to connect with your mouth and you take hold off them and push them down, pinning him to the ground.

He moans in response.

"Hm? What? Do you like being under my grasp as well?"

"Maybe so." He's pouting slightly, somehow redder than before. It's honestly cute and it only makes you want to push further.

You run your tongue lightly up and down his sex. Everytime it goes near the frenulum he almost loses it. It's like you're making love to it.

'Ah's' and 'oh's' together with a myriad of other noises keep escaping his lips.

You pin him harder to the ground and decide to take his entire lenght in your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks, his pubes tickling your nose. You apply some pressure and go up. And down. And up, alternating between circling the head with your tongue and licking the base of his cock with every motion. He's squirming, panting and his hips twitching.

He's swearing something in Cantonese and it makes you proud of your skills. He's so beautiful, specially like this. It makes you wish you could see him in this state every day.

You feel his hand reach up to the back of your head pushing you down and you slap it away immediately, taking a hold of his wrist and pinning it on the ground. You do the same to his other hand that was laying about comfortably.

Judging by the moans leaving him, that was the right move.

You close your eyes shut as you work him up.

No. This is not enough, you decide last minute.

With a pop you withdraw your mouth from his cock. Jamie produces the whiniest moan you've ever heard from anyone.

"N-no please, I'm so close please, please please"

His pleading is adorable.

"Oh yeah? Do you want to come?"

"Please, god yes please! It was so good please" He pleads thru his teeth, grimacing, teeth gritted, eyebrow furrowed, tears swelling up at his eyes, redder than the lanterns in Chinatown and his hair clinging to his sweat. If you didn't know any better you'd think he was in pain. He's back to swearing in his language, switching back and forth between the swears and the pleading.

"Oh come on? I thought you were the great Jamie Siu? Protector of Chinatown? You're getting destroyed in a rooftop and you're being so loud about how badly you want more? If you don't watch out you'll be branded as the whore of Chinatown instead." You tease.

He stills and gulps down, not even realizing how much of a loudmouth he was being. Embarrassed and thankful that you reminded him of his whereabouts, now whimpering quietly.

"If you want to come to badly, you'll have to be quiet, ok? 'O great Jamie Siu..." You mock and his cock twitches at the words.

He nods quickly, trying to stammer out a "Yes please, I'll be quiet!"

"Good boy."

His world froze. *Boy? Good boy?* How could you talk to him in this matter. First calling him a whore and now this... He didn't like that his body betrayed him in this way, he should be offended, whooping your ass even, but truthfully nothing has ever excited him like this before.

You see the gears in his head turning and repeat yourself. "That's my good boy..." His breath is ragged and you return your mouth to his cock.

You release one of his wrists briefly only to slam your knee over it instead and with your now free hand you start jerking him off along with your mouth, squeezing ever so slightly when it's close to the head. You keep pumping up and down. Making eye contact with him. He's a mess. Biting down on his lip, trying to be a good boy for you. His fists balled up, trying to ride these sensations out for as long as he possibly can. Sadly for him it all comes crashing down. He can't take it any longer. His body convulses underneath you as he blows air out of his nose and his forehead almost goes purple. With the most beautiful expression painted on his face. He comes, hard. Spurting for what feels like an eternity in your mouth. You doing your best to not let a single drip out.

He collapses, defeated. Body drained of strenght and mind of judgement.

You've let go off him by now and swallowed most of his come. Crawling up to him you decide to kiss him. You swirl your tongue, dancing together with his, giving him a taste of himself to which he scrunches his nose with a look of disgust now that the clarity is hitting him. "Good boy." You whisper as you back out of the kiss.

He flops onto his back and stares at the sky.

"I can't believe we just did this." He's incredulous.

You're both laughing again.

"We should probably get dressed again and call it a night." You remind him.

"Uh yeah definitely..." his tone seems a bit sad now, "Do you uh, want me to walk you home?"

"Oh you don't have to, I can handle myself-"

"No really, I want to, I insist."

"Well," you look back at Jamie with the grin of someone who's about to mock him again, "if the great Jamie Siu insists who am I to decline?"

---

You're both standing at your doorway now, saying goodbyes. You've tried inviting him in but he politely declined, you can only hope you haven't scared him off. You'd hate for this to be the last time you see him.

Just as he's about to walk off you exclaim "Wait!“

You pull the Bao Bao Bro sticker that Li-Fen handed you earlier.

"You're gonna give me a sticker?? Really?“

"No dumbass," he's bewildered. You pull a pen out and scribble your number into the back of it. "It's more than a sticker. Here." You hand it to him and kiss him once more before seeing him off.

You turn on the lights to the small apartment (if you can even call it that) and kick your shoes off just as you hear your message tone again.

*Sigh.*

"Please tell me she doesn't want to send me on a wild goose chase again."

It's not Li-Fen this time, instead it's an unknown number.

"Tomorrow, rooftops? xx"

Now that was fast! A smile curls at your lips. Tomorrow, rooftops for sure.

#jamie siu #jamie street fighter #street fighter 6 #jamie siu x reader #jamie siu fic #spice or whatever #gourdkeeper

[gourdkeeper]

I just had to message you once I saw how good your writing is!^^ (the Jamie brainrot is REAL and you're saving my sanity rn!)

Following on from your most recent fic about Jamie getting the wrong idea about reader and Luke hanging out together, MAYBE there could a scenario where Jamie is being hella sus about his phone (Spending longer than usual on it, hiding it, always leaving it facedown, never leaving it un attended or letting you see it etc) and reader eventually cracks and checks his phone whilst he is sleeping, and sees messages from another girl. They aren't down right incriminating but they are definitely a little flirty. Instead of confronting him about it, reader gives him the benefit of the doubt, until she catches him at a Restaurant with said girl.

More stuff happens, and there was some misunderstanding too, and some nsfw stuff happens ;D

Sorry its so long!

Sorry I took so long to get to this one anon! I didn't get to proofread so I'm so sorry if there's a type here and there 🙏 anyway, jealous fem!reader fic coming up.

Nsfw-ish at the end but nothing graphic happens

It was out of ordinary. Sure. Jamie never really was one to show his phone around or freely let others peek into it, he was reserved when it came to his privacy and there's nothing wrong with that. You respect it, the same way you hope he'll always respect yours.

However... It's been nagging you. You know it shouldn't, it's none of your business and you trust your boyfriend but... he's been acting strange. One time you've asked him to use his phone because yours ran out of battery and he rushed to close a bunch of notifications and apps before handing it over, while still keeping his sight on you. Looked almost antsy until you've given it back.

"Jamie, is everything ok?"

"Huh, yeah of course? What's the matter?" His face wasn't relieved, his brow was still furrowed with signs of worry.

"Nothing..."

You didn't snoop around, but you almost wish you did. There's gotta be something up.

The behaviour continues for the majority of the week. Phone always in his possession, not checking it in front of you. Screen down when it's on the table. It's driving you insane. What if. What if he's cheating on you?

He wouldn't. Would he?

Your head is spiraling. You can't stand the thought that he'd do something like that to you, it would break you. I mean. What would he even do that for? Surely he's had his fair share of people hitting on him before you were a couple so he wouldn't just settle down with a random chick. And he wouldn't just cheat with some flinging crush. But what if.

He's passed out on the couch. He drank too much during a brawl tonight and he's pretty much knocked out cold.

Surely it can't harm to clear your doubts...

You hate poking your nose into his business. It feels bad. Wrong. Betraying even.

But it doesn't stop your hands from moving on their own and opening his messaging app.

"Huh... That's a lot of messages." You're a bit incredulous. "Barbara" is her name and the texts feel so. Intimate. Not really intimate as in sexual but you can tell they're close. Almost flirty even but never crossing too far. She sent pictures of her outfit before and he replied with excitement, hyping her up. She was pretty. Tall. Blonde. Nice curves. Plump lips and sweet brown eyes. Probably the dream woman of a lot of people. She seemed funny too.

You could feel the jealousy set in. "Maybe they're just friends." You kept telling yourself in the back of your head. You decide not to jump to conclusions, there's nothing downright incriminatory here even if it definitely tugs at your heart strings.

You set the phone down, careful to leave it in the same position it was previously so he wouldn't realize you snooped.

---

A week later and the story repeats. Same odd behavior when it comes to his phone.

He gets a text while you're both on the couch.

"Who's that?" You ask, hoping that maybe he'll shed some light on it.

"Hm? Oh! Uh a friend, I haven't seem them in ages, I'm gonna meet with them tonight to catch up." His eyes seem to avoid you while talking.

"Oh like? From school?" You pry.

"Sort of. A childhood friend from when I first moved here."

Why is he so short with his answers and so damn vague. It's aggravating. You breath in and out.

"Hm... Alright." You let it go.

---

You've been seething and brewing in jealousy since he left. It's been an hour. You can't take it anymore and you get dresses to go out for a walk and cool your head down.

There's too many thoughts in your head and that might help.

When you step out of the appartment it's kinda chilly outside and you put on a thin jacket before closing and locking the door.

The streets are kind of empty. It looks like it's gonna rain. Whatever, you won't be out for long anyway.

Or so you thought.

As you passed the window of a busy bar your corner of your eye caught something and your legs instinctively stop you in your track.

That's Jamie. That's Jamie and his so called "friend", Barbara. They're together. A bit *too* together. Laughing. Drinking. Their eyes locked on each other.

---

"I can't believe YOU out of all people want to get married? When will I meet the unlucky girl?" Barbara says as Jamie punches her arm lightly.

"Stop it, you're making me look lame-" he rolls his eyes and takes another swig, "You'll meet her soon, I haven't really had her meet any friends or family yet. I don't know how to bring it up." His shoulder sulk. Truth is he never considered this before this relationship. The great Jamie Siu, settling down with a wife and a home? Pfft never. Except here he is, planning the life ahead of him.

"You just do it? It's not rocket science." She orders another drink as she kicks back the one she had in hand. "Have you even picked the ring already?"

Jamie pulls a small box out of his pocket. "It's right here." He gives it a small shake as he talks.

"Oh my god. Can I see it?"

---

Why is he being so secretive about this girl? What is he doing with her that you can't know about? Because right now it doesn't look good at all.

You storm in angrily through the front door and they both turn to see you. He looked mortified as he fumbled to shove something back into his pocket.

"B-babe! Hi- w-what are you doing here?" He jumps out of his seat to meet you halfway, keeping you away from his friend, afraid you might just punch her with how tense you look.

"I need to. No. I demand to know what the fuck is going on!" Everyone in the bar is staring. Jamie gulps down dry as he looks around as if looking for an answer that will save the situation.

"It's not what it looks like. I promise!"

That was probably the most cliche and worst thing he could have said on the spot. Your nose and upper lip twitch and you turn on your heel and leave throught the same door you came in.

Tears welling at your eyes. His answer told you just about everything that you needed to know. How could he? How could he do this to you?!

"Babe no wait-!" Jamie turns to his friend and motions that he'll be right back and rushes after you.

Once he gets to you he hold you by your arm and pulls.

"Let go of me."

Your voice sounds strained. Clearly holding back tears from rolling down your cheeks.

"Babe no please... Let me explain-"

You turn around to face him, "Explain what? Was I not good enough for the great Jamie Siu? Am I not hot enough? Not enough of a trophywife or something?"

He looks shocked. Hurt even. Regretting his mistakes about not being honest about his friend from the get go and letting you ferment in doubt.

It starts raining.

"That's not it. That will never be the case." He holds your hands. "Please come back in with me, you'll get sick out here."

"Jamie I don't care."

"But I do. I'm supposed to protect these streets, I'm not about to let the love of my life get sick out here." He has a gentle smile on his face, as if he's trying to break the tension.

"Who is she?" You ask bluntly.

"I told you. She's a childhood friend. One of the first people I've met outside of Hong Kong and China." His eyes look honest. Gazing at you. His hands reaching up to hold your face and caress your cheeks. "Please believe me... You're mine. And I am yours. Forever and always..."

The rain is now starting to pour. Soaking through your clothes and screwing up your hair.

"Why did you hide her from me then?" There's still a tinge of doubt in your voice.

"I was afraid you'd be jealous. I was stupid because clearly all I did was make it worse. I'm sorry."

Your head hangs. You feel stupid for thinking he'd betray you. Your anger feels more directed at yourself than him this time. The tears can no longer be held back. You feel embarrassed and so fucking stupid. Tears mixing with the rain droplets, your face puffing up and voice cracking.

"Jamie I'm so sorry- I- I-"

He holds you close to him, laying your head in his chest.

"It's okay, I'm the one who needs to apologize..."

"No, I- I looked through your phone when you were asleep and... And I thought you two were flirting or something and-"

He doesn't reply and just kisses the top of your head.

Shortly after you hear a voice.

"Hey maybe we can just hang out another day? All three of us. You should both go home."

It was her. She had a deep but kind voice.

"But-" Jamie's head whips back.

"Just go, I'll be in town the whole week anyway."

You look up at her with your hands slightly covering your face out of embarrassment. Damn she is really tall and pretty.

She gives you a sweet smile, "Don't worry I'm not interested in this douchebag, love." She finishes with a laugh, "The bill is paid. Take care yeah?"

She walks off under an umbrella without another word. You look back at Jamie, speechless. He looks back at you and you both giggle at the stupidity of it all. You feel plain dumb.

You walk back to your appartment. You can't help but think about how she told you she was not interested and bring it up.

Jamie blinks blankly for a second.

"She's lesbian."

"Oh-"

Way to feel even *more* stupid.

He unlocks the door and you both walk in looking like a pair of stray wet dogs.

"Babe..."

You turn back to him as he closes the door.

"Yeah?"

You watch as he gets down on one knee. What.

What does he think he's doi-

He pulls out a small red box with gold accents from his pocket.

No fucking way.

It clicks open.

"Will you marry me?" His head hanging low, waiting for the answer.

"What the fuck!"

"Is that a yes or a no?!" He has no time to look up as your arms wrap around his neck and push him back onto the ground, kissing him.

"Yes!" You exclaim loud and clear as you continue kissing him, pulling back only to look down at him in adoration. His face is flushed and he has a nervous shaky smile on his lips, half incredulous. He could burst with happiness but he doesn't even know how to react besides kissing you in return.

"I love you so much I feel so stupid for thinking-"

"Shh it's okay, it's okay-!"

You shut him up with more kisses.

Minutes later and you're both a flustered mess and manage to finally sit up.

"So..." He grabs the box from the ground and picks up the ring from it. His other hand holding onto your hand, he slides the ring on your finger. "Miss Siu?" He smiles, his cheeks flushed red and bats his lashes before looking content at you.

"That would be me~!" You reply happily as you take your hands to hold his face and plant another kiss on his pretty lips.

"I love you so much... You'll always be mine..." Forever possessive huh? "You were so jealous... It's kinda cute..."

"Stoooop it was not cute-"

He nuzzles his face closer with a smirk. "Oh but it was very cute. You just can't stand the idea of sharing me? Don't worry... I'm all yours..." He teases whispering.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" You cock an eyebrow at him.

"It means... The great Jamie Siu, belongs to his trophywife and he'll do anything she wants to make it up to her." He has a mischiveous and hopeful smile on his lips.

Good thing you're already on top of him.

#jamie siu #jamie street fighter #jamie siu x reader #street fighter 6 #requests #gourdkeeper #fem reader

[gourdkeeper]

For the fluff

How about gifting Jamie a cute plush that reminds the reader of him? Jamie gets all blushy/ acts like it's ridiculous but actually thinks it's sweet/cute

For example idk reader catches him admiring it or sleeping with it? c:

(Only if you want ofc!)

-

(Idk how you write so much btw you're like a superhuman...ty for blessing everyone's timeline with your creativity ✌ )

I had to rush to write this one as soon as I read it because it's wayyyy too cute, did it as headcanons because I don't think I'd have enough content for a short story, hope that's ok!! Also arghhgshfs thank you! Was on vacation from my day job so I had extra time to write this week 😖

Jamie receiving a plushie from reader headcanons

Not long after you started dating Jamie you got him a small gift, it was a small monkey plush that resembled Son Wukong, brown-red fur with a little circlet, holding a stick sat atop of cute a nimbus cloud, you recalled the time he told you about him training with his grandmother at the mountains and he seemed pretty fond of the local fauna, namely monkeys;

You gave it to him one night at the rooftop you usually meet up at to train, a bit nervous, would he like it?;

When you pulled it from behind your back and extended it to him he immediately went wide eyed, turned red and did a 180 to face at the sky instead while he did his best effort to not look so caught off guard;

"Oh come on? A stuffed toy? Seriously?" He tried to play it off as if it was a bit ridiculous, honestly, it stung a bit, you were hoping he'd be endeared. Still, he did blush?;

Jamie doesn't know what to think, his heart is doing flips, it's so goddamn cute, "why must you be so sweet?" he thinks, it's almost embarrassing but, damn, it's adorable;

"See if this is a trick to get me to buy you gifts in return, that's dirty" you laugh at his joke and tell him to shut it, you assure him that you were just reminded of him when you saw the cute monkey;

"Cute huh..?" He's trying to brush it off but he can't wipe the small smile that formed on his lips after you said that;

A few days later you had a date but he was late so you stopped by his place, knowing where the key was you stepped in quietly to find him fast asleep in his bed. Snoring lightly, sunlight kissing his skin, hair sprawled out and snuggled up. With his monkey plush you got him;

"That's the most adorable thing ever..." You think to yourself as you pull your phone out to snap a pic;

Sadly the sound of the shutter as the picture was taken told on you and woke him up from his slumber and quickly got embarrassed because no one should see him this vulnerable;

You teased him a bit over it and he ends up thanking you for the gift, it touched him that you remembered the stories he told you and got him that, he'll always cherish it.

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #headcanons #gourdkeeper #peacekeeper #requests

[gourdkeeper]

hello! would i be able to request an idea about a jamie who is crushing on a tsunderish male!reader who works at a shop in chinatown and becomes a regular as he tries to figure out how to ask reader out? i wonder if you think jamies killing it or just making a fool out of himself hehe

Hi anon! Never really wrote any tsundere like stuff in any capacity so I hope this pleases you! It's sfw but with some uh naughty implications, just some internal thoughts.

Jamie is both killing it AND making a fool out of himself

Male Reader x Jamie sfw

Jamie's phone got busted after a brawl with some good for nothing thugs. Fell right out of his pocket after windmilling and throwing his foot at a cardboad head. Lame. However the morning after he already took care of bringing it in to the small repair shop in chinatown. Was closeby, not too expensive, it was perfect.

Except, for one small thing.

And that, was the worker that took his phone in.

Jamie wants to go back and talk to him, but he hasn't even gotten an email letting him know it's ready to pick up.

Jamie felt like he was smitten. Love at first sight. He was crushing hard. The guy was just so... Cute. But he acted cold and distant, a hint of mean even. Ugh. That was just the worst. How is he even supposed to strike up a decent conversation and gauge interest? Worse even. How is he going to flirt at all when he's used to being the one being flirted with. Terrible terrible.

Would he even be into men?

It was late afternoon, a bit over 24 hours after bringing the phone in. Jamie was around the corner of the shop trying to calm himself down.

"I'll just walk in, ask about whatever first product I see and...compliment him?" He's trying to think of a plan, he just feels stupid, how the hell do people flirt their way into a date?

---

You're four hours into your shift and you just want to get this day over with. Your day off's tomorrow, you want to play some video games and kick back. You're tired of dealing with customers that got no real issue on their device and just pressed the wrong thing and never tried just, pressing it again for some reason.

Sigh.

You walk around the store to fix up anything that's crooked or misplaced when you look out the window and see him.

"That's the guy from yesterday, what the hell is he doing here?"

Truth is, you were crushing on him. Thinking you'd never see him again besides the day you'd give him his phone back. You desperately tried to hide that your sight kept falling on his exposed midriff and his pretty eyes. You wanted to see more. But that's just not professional.

You can't be at work and getting all lovey dovey with a client, not even if they're this goddamn hot. Shit, there goes your mind again. Hell. he probably had zero interest on you anyway, you're just some guy working on a repair shop in a small town, and with his looks? You'd have way too much competition, there's no way-

*Ding-ding*

The chime of someone walking past the door makes you jump. It's him.

"Good afternoon, may I help you?" You try to keep your voice monotonous and cold, expression unchanging despite your heart trying to pound its way out of your chest. "Your phone is not ready yet sir." You almost wish you could call him that in a different context. In privacy. Ugh brain needs to stop going there.

---

"Sup? Oh no I know, no worries just uh, lookin for a case for it!" Jamie pauses, "You know like, to protect it better next time, just in case!" A case just in case? Jamie was kicking himself in his mind, what the hell kind of sentence is that even? He sounded like a loser.

The worker is staring at him deadpan, like he's had a long enough day already without an idiot barging in.

"Aren't you that peacekeeping guy?" The clerk breaks the silence, bored tone, but that's still progress!

"That's right! Jamie Siu, protector of Chinatown!" Jamie points at himself with his thumb, smirk on his lips, this is his shot, "I wasn't aware I had fans?~"

The clerk turns away and walks over to the front desk, "Not a fan." He utters devoid of emotion.

"Aw come on? Never know when you'll need help in the middle of the night, specially with all these lousy thugs trying to claim the place. I could even protect the store front." Jamie tries to find literally anything to latch onto, "They have a thing for vandalizing, if I ever catch them doing it, they're dealing with me and I'm wiping the spray paint off with their ugly mugs!"

"Cool. Have you picked a case yet?"

This is *not* working out dammit.

"Still looking." He turns around to the display shelf, trying to pick just, anything, literally just grab something, it's not like he's here to buy a case after all.

"This one over here could be a good fit for you."

The clerk was standing next to Jamie. When the hell did he sneak up so fast? He looks at the case in his hands.

It was black with three highly saturated yellow stripes going across it diagonally. Looked sturdy too, like it could definitely withstand a couple of high falls. Maybe this wasn't that awful of an idea in the end.

"Did you, did you just try to match my clothes to a case?"

"No!" The worker looks a bit taken aback, "It's just a good case!"

"Hm. Thanks... May I?" Jamie tries to grab it so he can see it better upclose.

He extends him the case and Jamie brushes his fingers over his hands before taking the case. The guy very obviously blushes and freaks out internally.

"You have really soft hands you know?" Jamie desperately tries to find a compliment that doesn't feel out of place. There was an opening and he had to take it. "You use anything on them?"

"Thanks! N-not at all." He looks for a way out and clears his throat, "Anyway, is that all you'd like to buy?“

Jamie was getting frustrated with the shutting down of his advances even though he could almost be certain that he saw his cheeks flush and his voice stutter.

"That'll be all, thanks."

Jamie takes the defeat for the day.

---

After the hot peacekeeper left you immediately head to the back and grab his phone. Motivated to fix it immediately. Because you want him off your back obviously, not because you want to see him again. No, not at all.

You spent the remaining entirety of your shift making sure all the wires were not connecting poorly, changing the glass on it and boom. It worked. Good as new.

You even applied a screen protector for free. Because you care for the phone, no other reason.

Just needs to be put into its new case.

You typed up and sent him an email saying he could pick it up.

What you didn't expect was for him to show up less than 10 minutes after you've sent it, just as you're preparing to close. What, was he on standby or something?

"Good evening." You say, trying to remain calm.

"Hey~ I'm here to pick you up. My phone. Here to pick my phone up." Jamie clearly fumbles, looking like he wanted to bury his head in the sand but goddamn if that silly fumble didn't make you want him even more.

"Not interested in you picking me up but here's your phone." Feigning disinterest as if you're not daydreaming about kissing him right now.

You place the device on top of the counter.

"So that'll be 50$ for the repair and an extra 10$ for the case sir."

"You can just call me Jamie~" he leans forward on the counter, eyes lidded heavily. What the fuck is he so pretty for? "Unless you rather call me that of course?~"

You feel your cheeks heat up. Is he onto you? Were you that obvious? Did he like you? No, he must be just messing around.

"Kidding kidding, here you go." There's an air of sadness, but he still hands you the money along with a smile.

You take the money and notice a small clip of paper in-between the bills. A phone number?!

"You know, if you ever need help in the middle of the night..." The peacekeeper closes in, his breath a bit too close for comfort "with anything at all..."

Is he talking about delinquents thrashing the place or something else entirely?

Jamie can definitely see you blush and struggle to find words and he licks his lips, looking like a predator ready to pounce on his prey.

"You look really pretty tonight." He comes closer.

What??? He's straight up complementing you now? It's like it just came out of some cheap teenager romance novel. How the hell do you even reply to this. You fumble hard with your words.

"T-t-thanks! You look. The same as yesterday!“

What the fuck is that for an answer.

Jamie is laughing. Great. You've made a fool of yourself.

"Why don't you just give me a call? When you're alone. Somewhere more private... I'll be waiting."

He gives you a wink before taking his phone and walking away.

Little did he know you had done the bold move of saving your contact on his phone already.

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #male reader #amab reader #jamie street fighter #street fighter 6 #gourdkeeper #requests

[gourdkeeper]

Love your Jamie Fics soo much!

Would you be able to write a fic about Jamie and Fem!Reader battling it out against each other at a Tournament at the local stadium?

Maybe reader wins, and things get a little heated in the locker room afterwards? :D

Thank you!!! And absolutely can do, this one was fun, reader and Jamie aren't dating in it but it was def not their first rodeo

Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, relationship is complicated, fwb (teacher with benefits?), jamie is a bitter sore loser but also very proud of his disciple, biting, marking, drunk sex, piv, jamie is possessive in this one

Sore Loser

Word count: 1243

"You can almost cut the tension with a knife!"

The spectators cheer as the announcer hypes the match up.

You and your opponent both struggle to keep it together, you can hardly believe you've made it so far. You'll be hurting and putting ice packs on your bruises for hours after. Same goes for the fighter standing in front of you who is none other than Jamie Siu, your mentor, who's got blood dripping down his nose and onto his lips and chin, courtesy of a punch landed by you, of course.

The way you both move spacing each other and trying to read the next move is more akin to a dance than a fight. You both know that whoever manages to land the next attack will win thanks to the exhaustion.

Both of you have had five fights back to back before this one. What kind of tournament even does that?

Well, Metro City being Metro City you suppose.

Jamie tries to hit you by surprise.

"Aaand the brash peacekeeper makes a move! Is he desperate for an opening?"

The bottom of his palm brushes you just as you dodge right on time and with that you grab onto his arm and toss him over you. He falls flat on the ground.

"And the former winner of the Novice Tournament steps aside! Nothing goes by unnoticed by her aaaand there he goes! Thrown on the ground, will this be it? Will the novice fighter really take on and win against someone of this caliber?"

You know you won. Jamie is not getting back up, he's far too worn out, same as you, and you both knew, whoever would hit the other would take the win under their belt.

---

"FUCK-"

Jamie can't even express how he feels as he punches his own locker.

Under his breath he mutters to himself as he tries to make sense out of his emotions.

"I can't fucking believe this shit. She's my disciple. Mine. And I fucking lost to her." He kicks the poor innocent locker this time. "This crap was broadcast everywhere, how the hell will I move on knowing EVERYONE has seen me getting my ass handed over to me by someone who got trained by ME?"

He's furious. Then again. He's also insanely proud, you've come so far since he has taken you under his wing, but he's not pleased with how it turned out.

He hears you arrive at the locker room.

"What the fuck do you want?" He blows a loose hair out of his face.

"I just wanted to-“ you're cut off.

"To rub your victory on my face?!" He turns around, he looks like a mess. He's clearly been drinking since the match ended. "How the hell will I show my face in public after this?" He's walking towards you, gourd in hand and face scrunched up, clearly not pleased by any of this.

"S-same way you always did?" Your voice is small and uncertain as you step backwards, you didn't realize he'd be affected this badly and you feel bad for even joining the tournament at all. "I'm sorry, I- it was a really close match... It was amazing to fight you, I didn't kno-"

His mouth meets yours. You don't pull away. It's not the first time you've done this.

You reciprocate his kiss and you can feel his hand on your shoulder gripping tight as if warning you. Suddenly he pushes you onto the wall of lockers and dominates the kiss entirely. Tongue ravishing you, making you feel weak, imaging what else that tongue could do.

He breaks away from the kiss. Anger has mostly dissipated from his face, it's nothing but wanton lust now.

"How fuckin' dare you humiliate me in front of everyone," his words are sharp but his voice lacks malice "how dare you make a fool out of me... I'm gonna make you pay." He bites into your neck and sucks on the skin. He wants to mark you as his.

You feel the heat form between your legs.

"I'm so proud of far you've come... All because I taught you, and then I let my guard down and you do this? You need to be taught a lesson don't you think?"

"Huh-uhh!" You whine, god. Fuck. You need him. Was this caused by the adrenaline of the fights? Maybe but you need him.

"You belong to me. You belong t- to Jamie Siu, and 'm gonna show you." He's growling at your neck, possessiveness coming forth thanks to the drink. "Gonna make you beg for forgiveness. You'll know where you belong when I'm done with you."

His hands work at your waistband, grabbing both pants and underwear at the same time and pulling down leaving you vulnerable. You quickly wrap your legs around him and his fingers find your clit.

"You're so fucking wet, is this all for me? Are you so desperate to please your master? Maybe you should learn to be a better disciple huh?"

He starts rubbing you, showing no mercy. He wants you to lose control and he wants you to come for him, he needs a victory.

"You're so fucking pathetic. About to get fucked in the locker room... And here I thought you were a champion?" His teeth sink into your neck once more.

His other hand busy trying to free his dick.

"How badly to you want me inside you?"

"So bad! ...Jamie please!"

You're so terribly turned on by his behaviour. Maybe you should try and beat him more often if it leads to this.

He pushes himself into your wet folds, "Shhhh quit being so loud and be a good little disciple for me yeah?" He cups his hand over your mouth and bites at your shoulder. Thrusting in and out, keeping you pinned in place with the weight of his body.

"That's right... Take Jamie's cock, beg for more like a weakling and a loser... Come all over me."

He's working you fast, pumping in and out of you, you're overwhelmed, his dirty talk is driving you insane, his teeth on your neck, warm breath making you quiver, you can't contain yourself for much longer.

"Please Jamie...! I-“ you can't even finish what you wanted to say before you see white. Your body tenses up and he tightens against you. You're not going anywhere, he wants you to ride out the orgasm in full.

The locker room has been filled by moans and the sound of skin slapping at breakneck pace.

"That's right... That's my good girl, my good student... You're not taking any wins from me anymore from now on because you belong beneath me with my cock buried in you."

You're seeing stars. You know Jamie is close to cumming as well, he's far too sweaty and slurring the words, swears escaping his lips with ease.

He grabs onto your arms as he loses it. This is it, he can't take it any longer either.

"M- I'm so fuckin- p-proud of you, you're so fucking good- you take me so well" he turned to praising you as he comes undone and it riles you up again, your cunt still filled and now dripping with his seed.

His body limps and finally lets up on you. You both lower yourselves to the ground out of breath.

"Y-you good?" He asks you with an eyebrow raised.

"M-more than good-" you reply with a sideway smirk.

"God you make me so fucking hard, do you have any idea of how hard it is to focus and fight while trying to hide a boner? You're not fair-"

There's a knock at the door "PRESS INTERVIEW IN 5!"

You both jump out of your skin, you need to clean yourselves up and fast.

#gourdkeeper #jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #street fighter #jamie really tried to Fuck It We Palm the reader #requests

[gourdkeeper]

General Fluff and Spicy Bosch headcanons

Yes you read that right, I got a thing for Bosch too, lucky you! <3

SFW:

Bosch confessed to you while sharing food, he had to ask Luke for help, he never had feelings for anyone and his coach's suggestion was "just take em out to eat and put it out there, everyone likes food!";

He did that, except his confession was more like, blurted out followed by the both of you choking on food and him hiding his face in embarrassment and trying to pretend like he said nothing;

He's generally shy, like. Really. Shy. Like his heart skips a beat if you try to hold his hand in public shy. He loves you dearly but is scared to show it, doesn't help that he doesn't want anyone to hurt you if others see you together;

You often catch him staring at you adoringly, were this a cartoon and he'd have a pink sky and hearts around him, he's adorable;

Starts holding back when the two of you spar but you chew him out not to do so;

Likes buying you small gifts, trinkets and things that would remind you of him, he even gave you a bracelet like his;

If it wasn't made obvious already, he gets flustered really easily, kiss him with tongue and he'll be clutching his pearls;

He loves it though, he loves everything with you, your company makes him happy and relaxes him, you're like his personal stress reliever, a friend and a lover all in one;

If you're not in public though, he will often initiate and try and back you into a wall, lock you in with his arm and kiss you, when you ask him where he learnt that he just laughs it off and says "nowhere" (he read it online and wanted to woo you, it worked);

If you're on the couch with him he'll always wrap his arm around you and rest his face above your shoulder;

Likes being the big spoon in bed even if you don't have a big size difference.

NSFW:

Well you already know this man blushes at the drop of a (pink and cringe) hat, but truly, he does, he was still a virgin when he met you, you need to guide him a bit;

He cried during the first time, blown away by pleasure but also felt too emotionally connected to you, praised you the entire time, babbled on and on about how good you make him feel, slipped up into his mother tongue too sometimes;

He treats you like you're a deity, prefers being underneath you so he can adore and worship you properly, you're everything to him;

He once asked you what a hickey was because he saw someone with a bruise on their neck and he didn't understand how anyone would get bruised there; you explained it and he turned dark red, you asked if he wanted to try it and his lips were glued but he nodded nervously;

Well, that's how you both found out he's a bit of a sucker for pain, kissing his neck turned him into putty in your hands but the moment you've added teeth and sucking into the equation he became a mess, the harsher you went at it the best;

He now has to wear a shirt that covers his neck better because you've left him covered in cute small bruises;

He's not too big into being degraded, he much rather be praised and guided by you, even if you're hurting him (with his permission of course);

He doesn't really top much, for that you need to tease him for awhile and get him so pent up that he just can't contain himself any longer;

He likes doing it doggy style in those situations, he gets his judgment clouded and becomes primal, he will pound into you like there's no tomorrow;

He would never ever ever talk dirty, he's too shy, the mental block is too great, it just doesn't come out, if he's thinking straight that is. If he's lost in pleasure and thinking with the other head? Oh boy, he'll be whispering and growling in your ear about how he'll shove his cock so hard and far into you that you'll choke on it and see stars;

If you ask him about it later he will turn beet red and deny he ever did or say anything so horrendous and filthy;

#bosch waraya #bosch street fighter #street fighter 6 #headcanons #gourdkeeper #peacekeeper

[gourdkeeper]

"Princess" (Reader x sub!Jamie)

This idea was fed to my smooth little brain by a friend on discord and it resulted in this;

Word count: 3113

Content warnings: mirror sex, non prenetrative sex, masturbation, feminisation, dominant and submissive undertones, praise kink, jamie opens up to reader, reader calls jamie feminine gendered names (not in a humiliating way), hair pulling, jamie is a bit ooc because he's anxious and stressed out at first, fully self indulgent im sorry lmao

18+ after cut

This training session didn't quite go as planned. In fact there has been no fighting at all and surprisingly, no drinking either.

It all came up kind of funny.

Jamie was talking to you earlier and you were just completely lost in thought, staring at him with a look of adoration.

"Yo? You even listening?" His hands at his hips while leaning towards you.

You snap out of it and hold his hands and pull them towards you, "I know what I want you to teach me today!"

"Huh? What?"

"Eyeliner!"

"What?!" He whips his head back, "Why?"

"You always got the most perfect eye makeup on, I want you to do it to me and teach me!" You're giddy, you know it's a silly request but you've asked for worse before.

"That's not a fight move, you know that right? 'Sides, I'm your master and I'm the one saying what gets taught."

You pout at him while still holding his hands tight.

"Ugh. Fine." He rolls his eyes, "Not sure how this'll help with anything but fine..."

"Maybe I just want to have fun with you today!" You quip back innocently.

Jamie can't help but roll his eyes again but this time he has a smile on his face.

---

He unlocks the door to his apartment and leads you to his room.

"Hop on the bed, I'll be right there."

"On the bed?" You cock an eyebrow up at him.

"Just do it or I ain't teaching you anything yeah?"

You oblige, you lay at the top of his big cushy bed and wait for him, wondering why anyone would do their makeup in bed.

You've never even really been in his bedroom much before, you've only screwed around on the couch and on the small home gym. It's a pretty room, fitting for him. Big soft bed, large full body mirror and stylish wall decorations.

Before you know it he's coming through the doorway holding a small bag.

"Alright I got my stuff right here just sit up and stay still so I can do this without poking your eye out."

He sits next to you and guides your head around as needed.

"Close your eyes..." He's speaking just above a whisper, he's so cute when he's focused.

He draws a line over one lid and tells you to open your eyes again so that he can finish connecting it smoothly. "Perfect." He mutters.

It feels good to be prettied up by Jamie, it makes you feel special and loved even if you had to convince him to do it at first.

He's finishing the second eye and tells you to come look in the mirror.

He did the same style of eyeliner he usually dons himself. A thin elegant red line hugging a traditional cat eye winged liner.

"It's so pretty!" You hop and kiss him on the cheek "Thank you!"

His happiness is visible too, he looks proud of his work and starts telling you how to make sure it's angled right and how to get both eyes to look symmetrical.

"Can I try it on you?" You interrupt him.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to do your makeup too!"

He looks down at you for a few seconds, silent and wary.

"...Sure."

He holds your hand and brings you back towards the bed.

"I hope you know I wouldn't let *anyone* else do this but you." He sighs and takes a small wipe from his bag to remove his existing eyeliner so that you can practice freely.

You feel giddy, you don't know why, but the thought of putting makeup on such a pretty guy is making you excited with a hint of anxiety welling up in your stomach. He's good at it, he does this daily so if you fuck it up it'll feel like crap and look way too jarring but you want to do it so badly. Hell if it turns out bad you'll have something to laugh about together sometime.

Jamie's finished cleaning his face and is now sat down in bed, you're on your knees sorting thru the bag trying to find the liner.

He lays back down on the bed waiting, looking almost anxious and slowly stretches his hand towards you, "Looking for this?" It's the eyeliner you've been searching for, "I didn't put it away yet."

You take it from his hand and crawl over him, each legs hugging the side of his torso while you remove the cap from the little pen and lean forward.

"Are you ok Jamie?" You've noticed that he's been noticeably quieter than usual.

"I'm fine, just, get this over with..." There seemed to be a slight hint of embarrassment in his voice and eyes.

"Hey now..." You fondle his cheek while looking him in the eye, "Since when are you shy about anything, you don't need to feel embarrassed around me ok?"

He returns you a small smile and nods gently.

"Close your eyes handsome." He obliges and you begin lining his eye lid carefully. "...Open" allowing you to angle the wing at the end. *Almost* as good as when he does it.

"Now the other side..." You hold his face firmly... It feels warm... Is he? Blushing? You try not to mind it too much and begin working on the other eye. Once it's done you ask him to open his eyes and hand him a little mirror that was inside the bag.

"How did I do?" You tilt your head sideways waiting for an answer.

He's definitely blushing.

"Really good! As expected from my disciple.." There is that nervous shy smile again. "...Are you done now?"

"Jamie why are you blushing and trying to hurry me up?"

He's taken by surprise. "Am not! Just the drink that's all-"

"You haven't drank anything in at least two hours."

You can see his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows trying to come up with a clever reply. You back up a little bit to give him space and- Why is there something poking up your backside and why did he just twitch.

You glance backwards and it's clear as day. He's hard. You look back at him and he's averting his eyes, clearly embarrassed over it.

"What did I tell you about being embarrassed around me, c'mon Jamie it's ok..." You try to make him calm down as you gently rub your fingers along his cheeks. "I'm... Excited too, I mean, hard not to when you always look so damn delicious you know?"

You cause him to laugh nervously. "You're on top of me that's all, I can't help it."

"I've been on top of you plenty of times..." You raise your eyebrow at him, you know the hard on is being caused by something else considering how he's acting. "...Do you like me treating you gently like this? Pampering you?“

There he is, averting his eyes again, "Maybe..."

"I can... Continue if you want me to?"

There's a look of uncertainty before he agrees to it.

You grab the little makeup bag to see what else you should try. There's blush, eyeshadows, highlighters and even lipsticks and lipgloss, you've never seen him wear any of it, you wonder why he has it at all. You pull out a little lipgloss that has a red tint to it, it should match his eyeliner nicely.

"Jamie how come you have so much makeup, so much of it almost running out even but you only ever wear eyeliner?"

"I... To practice...?" He's hiding something. "Never know when I'll have to do my disciples' makeup amirite?" Finishing with a nervous laugh. There's that cock twitching on your ass again.

You raise your eyebrow at him. "You sure it's only that?"

"I guess-"

"Can I put it on you?" You enquire, leaning forward while purposely rubbing your butt on him to make him squirm.

He's flushing red again while nodding, biting his lip. Was it out of anxiety or arousal? You wondered.

You kept softly petting his face to make him relax before holding it still to get started.

"Open that pretty mouth."

"O-okay-"

The sight of Jamie being stuck underneath you, lips parted, blushing cheeks and getting prettied up by you is making you want to act up. Why does he have to be so beautiful and captivating regardless if he's bursting with enough confidence to fill the entire room or if he just got shy and became a flustered little mess because you found out something new and decided to poke your nose in the matter.

You've finished applying the gloss to his lips. He looks even more kissable than usual. His small soft lips look even softer, made them look fuller too...

You point the same mirror at him again asking if he likes it.

He nods, you could just gobble him up.

"Should I continue?" You ask, hoping he'll let you, "Might not be as good at it as you though..."

"No one's as good as the great Jamie Siu... But you... You come pretty damn close." He's smilling, not even a smirk or a smug grin like how he usually does when he talks, he looks, vulnerable? It's odd, you've been on top of him plenty. You've dominated this man, pulled his hair and had him beg for you while grinding on his face and there wasn't ever a hint of shyness, until now that is.

You decide to slowly rut your hips against his strained cock, not even aknowledging it, you want to work him up and see what this is all about.

He's biting his lip. You're looking thru the makeup and grab some eyeshadow, you'll just fix up the liner afterwards no big deal. He doesn't stop you as you pretty him up further. You can see sweat forming in his forehead and his lips are pursed.

"I need to tell you something..." You stop for a few seconds to look at him better and nudge him to go on. "I- I uh have that much makeup because," he swallows drily and fidgets around with his fingers, "sometimes I just. Like being a bit more... Feminine." You fully stop and lean back to properly face him, you can tell this is a heavy topic for him and you don't want to hurt him in any way.

Your hand moves to his cheek and pets it. "Jamie that's ok, you think I would judge you?" You give him a soft reassuring smile.

"It's not like. It wasn't even sexual. I just like being pretty sometimes. But now you're doing this to me and I just, I just can't- I didn't expect any of this." He looks very divided, almost pained to share something so intimate and like he could cry.

You rush to hug him and calm him down. "Do you want me to stop this? I understand if you do."

He shakes his head lightly. "I'd like to continue... just, I'm happy to share this with you."

God. You love him so much you could burst. "You're sure right?"

He nods and says a shaky but certain "yes". You've never seen him so nervous before. It's kind of cute.

You're finishing applying the eyeshadow on one eye and ask him, "Why do you like being more feminine sometimes? You don't need to tell me if you don't want to baby." His member twitched again at the end of the sentece and you take mental note of what did it.

"I... Don't fully know," he has his eyes closed, one because it'd be too difficult to speak about it facing you and two to let you finish doing the job, "I've had a tough time with beauty standards before and with always wanting my hair to be kept long and... Been teased about it before. So I just, kept most of it hidden."

It hurts to hear that he's been made to feel inferior before over how he likes to look and it makes you wish you could break the kneecaps of whoever did it. You can't help but reassure him multiple times tell him that you love him for who he is, feminine or not.

"You don't think it's weird? At all?" He's a bit perplexed.

"I think it's normal." You lean forward to whisper in his ear with a mischiveous smile curling at your lips, "And I also find it hot."

"Y-you do?" He looks small underneath you, flustered beyond belief, he definitely doesn't need any blush applied to him.

"Mhmmm..." You take his face on your hand again and hold it in place to let you do his other eye now. "I sure do..." You start grinding onto his crotch again, more obviously this time and you see his brain slowly leave as he struggles to put words together. He looks happy and relieved ontop of being clearly aroused.

"You're so pretty Jamie." That is no lie, he is the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you feel insanely lucky to have him all for yourself. The real him.

You're just about finished with doing his makeup and you lean down to whisper in his ear again, with a plan to make him lose his mind. You want to do him so bad. "You're such...a pretty girl."

His only reaction was to moan and tremble. His eyes were wide looking at you in disbelief, he's so fucking turned on. It's like you've presented him with a brand new revelation. His breath is shaky he can't even speak up.

"Aren't you?“ you tilt your head playfully at him, hoping he'd respond even more positively.

"...! Y-yes!"

"You really are... My pretty girl..." You put the makeup back in the bag now that you're done and give him your full attention. You straddle him tighter and grind down harder. His cock is leaving a stain through his underwear *and* pants. That's a first. "...Jamie..." You moan once more into his ear, "do you want me to take care of you?~" you tease.

"Please!“ the lack of hesitation makes you happy and proud. You love how excited he always is to be touched by you.

"I'll think about it" you joke, "But first," you lift yourself up and hold his hand, pulling him to you, "Come here baby..."

He follows after you and you motion him to sit at the edge of the bed and once he does, you point your finger towards to full lenght mirror of his. "Look at how beautiful you are... You're so pretty, aren't you?" You ask quietly as you fill his neck with kisses from behind.

He's moaning and whimpering softly in response.

You undo the tie on his hair, letting his silky hair cascade down his back and shoulders.

You wrap your hands around him and start removing his shirt and feeling him up at the same time. His face turns around enough to meet yours and starts kissing you sloppily. You can taste his lipgloss, it makes you go insane with desire.

"Watch out pretty girl, we don't want to mess up that pretty face of yours now..." His legs are shut tight, trying to contain how hard and wet he is. "But we do want to make a mess elsewhere...don't we?“ Your hand snakes downwards slipping under his waist band and gripping a thigh and pulling outward, he takes the hint and spreads them.

"Look at the mess you've done already... You're so wet for me baby..." You know he would come undone at the slightest graze of your hand right now, you want to extend this *just* a bit further. He just looks so insanely hot, everything about this is perfect. "What do you want me to do to you? Princess?“ You kiss his cheek from behind, embracing him like this is so good, it makes you feel powerful.

"I- I want you to touch me...please..." His breath is ragged, his words slurred, his eyelids heavy, his chest heaving up and down at the same pace as his cock.

"Is that so? Well then..." You take his twitching member in your hand, wrapping it tight. "I want you to look at yourself when I make you come, yeah?" He nods fast, "I want you to see me mess up this pretty little thing..." You sound a bit mean but that only riles him up further.

You start pumping your first up and down, he's getting sweatier and not a single coherent sentence exits his mouth. He can't keep it shut either. A plethora of "ahs", hisses, whines, whimpers and breathy "please's" are all that he can muster. His body is limp and leaning fully on you, you worry that you might've broken him for a second until he springs back up, forearms supporting his torso, tensed up as he furrows his brows and pulls his knees together.

"Ah- I- I'm gonna-" he's hiccuping and quaking, you know he'll come hard, "I'm going to- c-c-".

You pull his hair forcing his head up so he can look at his reflection straight on and growl in his ear repeatedly to push him towards the edge, "Do it. Come for me. Be a good girl and come for me, I can't wait to taste you. Come on."

The sight of himself coupled with your dirty mantra is enough to give him the final push.

He can't help but shut his eyes tightly with tears forming at the corners when his cock finally gives in and spurts all over his torso. Some inevitability getting on his pants. You continue pumping him until he's been drained dry of energy. "Good girl." You kiss his neck softly. "You're so good for me Jamie..."

You let him lay back down on the bed with you and kiss him slow and passionately holding his head softly. Once you've broken away from the kiss you make sure he's feeling ok.

He nods and smiles. He looks so relieved and happy and sweet. It makes your heart flutter.

"Was it too much? I'll never do it again if you don't want me to." You're a bit scared you went too far and too fast.

He lets out a short laugh while holding tight onto you. "I'd feel awfully depressed if you never did it again. I loved it. I love you."

"I'll make sure to do it often then~" you tease at him. "Let's get you cleaned up for now yeah?"

Your brain is still in a rush, thinking of ideas for next time. You can't wait to make him feel as pretty and cared for as possible.

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[gourdkeeper]

Follow up to Drunken Brawlin'; this time reader is AFAB, can make other versions based on request

Word count: 2590

Warnings: 18+, oral sex, submissive Jamie, switching at the end

Disclaimer: not proofread, the thirst for Jamie guided me

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Tomorrow rooftops. Tomorrow rooftops. Tomorrow rooftops.

It keeps playing in your mind until you finally manage to drift off to sleep.

You can't shake your mind off of him and what you've done. You've never been that bold before with anyone and especially not in such a public place. Your stomach is stirring up a fight. Stress mixed with excitement. What even got into you?

You've been meeting amazing fighters left and right as of late and yet, the small fry with the inflated ego in Chinatown catches your eye out of all people... You almost hate that you're so captivated by him. That stupid little waist and defined pectorals... The unnecessarily long hair that clinged onto his forehead every time he worked up a sweat. His fake bravado and sly smirk. Ugh.

---

The moment you wake up, you grab your phone. It still had his message on the screen.

Today rooftops.

You just know today's about to be the longest day you've ever had in your life, counting down every minute until the sun sets at last.

---

As expected, nothing else has been in your mind. The whole day you couldn't focus. Luke couldn't get you to hit the punching bag decently no matter what back at the academy. Li-Fen could not get a hold of you to have you chase after some other weird promotion.

Rest of the day was spent in your little hideout staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror wondering if you looked good and preparing mentally for what to even say. How will you face him?

Hell. How will he face you? What if he doesn't even show up, maybe the nerves are getting the best of him too.

---

The night fell and you've rushed out of your sample of a claustrophobic apartment.

Your heart is pounding at your throat and you gulp down hard as you arrive in the dreaded Chinatown. Here you are.

Once more the stupid cardboard head douche nozzles are here to pester you and you just wipe the floor with them. When will they ever learn?

Up the ladder you go. You can feel your palms getting sweaty. "Calm down" you repeat to yourself like a mantra.

You've finally made it to the top.

Your heart sinks. He isn't here. What if he ghosted you. No. He must be late. He wouldn't just do that right?

You hear whistling from behind you and you turn your head around instantly. There he is. Perched on a light sign across the street. Nimbly he jumps over, rolling perfectly and stopping right in front of you. "What is he, half cat?" You think to yourself.

"I was worried you wouldn't show up." You say, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"No, *I* was worried you wouldn't show up. Have been watching over the street for over 30 minutes now." He tells you with the same smuggy smirk on his lips as always.

You're scratching the back of your head now, apologizing for not having been there sooner and he stops you as there's no reason to apologize. "I was just too eager to see you."

He holds you by your hands and looks into your eyes.

"Listen... What happened yesterday? I never did that before. I'm sorry if I made you do anything you didn't want to. I got you drunk and then that happened. I'm sorry." For once he doesn't look arrogant or full of shit. He's being honest.

"No no no, I didn't do anything I didn't want to, trust me Jamie..." You smile to reassure him that nothing bad happened. "In fact I wanted to make sure you were okay too, I kept worrying I went too far."

He starts giggling at the situation.

You're perplexed.

"W-why are you laughing?" Blowing air through your nostrils yourself.

"We're both apologizing for no reason. Yesterday was good." Now his turn to cup your cheek in his hand. "Great even. Perfect. The best night of my life. And yet here we are excusing ourselves for possibly hurting the other."

You giggle as well. "You're right. It was the best night..."

"Hey uh," he begins, "have you had dinner yet?"

You shake your head. Food hasn't even crossed your mind in the last couple of hours.

"Let's get going, I was thinking we could eat something together and then maybe... If you're okay with it we could come over to my place?“

You raise your eyebrow at that last suggestion.

"What? I even cleaned up, just for you!"

You lightly punch his chest in jest. "Sure, I'm down."

---

You both grabbed some takeaway from the nearby noodle bar and walked over to his apartment.

"Ladies first!" You gesture him towards his own door and he does a little bow and holds his hands out as if holding a skirt before breaking into a laughing fit. Guess this guy doesn't need to drink to be a goofball with you.

"Thank you for coming with me" he chimes, now inside, gesturing you to come sit at the couch with him so you can eat in peace.

"Thank you for inviting *me*! Then again I was gonna invite you over to my place if you didn't do it first. Maybe better this way, my crib is uh cramped."

"More the excuses to be up against you..."

"Tsk..."

He turns on the TV for some background noise as we eat and share silly tidbits about ourselves. He tells me about his cousins that have given him an ass whooping on more than one occasion for getting into stupid brawls as a kid and how they'd take him to the skatepark on weekends.

You tell him about how you're only in Metro City for a bit over a week and the first person you've met was Luke who was teaching you how to fight at first.

"Luke-?“

"Hm? You turn to him and he looks like he just choked up on his noodles and is fuming.

"Luke dipshit-asswipe Sullivan? That guy?"

"Y-yeah that is his last name! Not sure about the dipshit or asswiping part though-"

He cuts you off. "Listen that guy's a piece of crap, thinks he's the best and just goes around bumping into others and provoking them into fights. Do not give him the light of the day, he is not worth your time, you're too good to grace him with your company, absolute fucki-“

"Are you jealous?“

He turns red.

"N-no, why would I be jealous of that waste of space?"

"It sounds like you're jealous..."

"Maybe a little bit." He pouts. "Just not a fan that the first person you've met here from all the people had to be him, the guy I've been butting heads with for years... It should have been me instead..."

"Well," you start, "to be fair you have been the first and only person I've gotten intimate with around here" he raises his brow, "...and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He inquires.

"I am, I am trying to tell you, Jamie Siu, that I want to be with you..." You finish the sentence poking a finger over his chest and pushing him lower into the couch so that you're laying on top of him.

"Hmm... That so?“ A sly smile spreading on his face.

"Are you finished eating?" He asks, to which you nod, "How about some dessert?“ His tone sinful, "I know *I* want some..."

"Yeah? What are you gonna do? Eat me up?"

"Mhm might as well.." He jokingly bares his teeth at you.

"I want to pay you back for what you've done to me..." His hands trailing down your body, "Will you let me?“

You take notice of how he always asks for permission and you decide to play with it, seen as it riled him so gravely last time.

"Hmm, I think you need to show me how much you want it first!“ You play difficult.

"Oh, are we doing this then?“ His eyebrow raised, licking his lips and starting to get antsy. He's certainly not shy or embarrassed over getting vocal. "Please... Will you let me please you? Been craving you all day..." He holds onto you tight and tries to pull you up to his face.

You oblige, and start kissing him, breathing heavily into each other, arms tangled together, your right hand reaching into the back of his neck to still him in place and your left creeping up his chest under his clothes, groping his defined breast eliciting a moan from him.

"P-please..." He whines as you pull back from the kiss to take a breather.

"Hmm I don't know, I don't think I'm quite convinced just yet." With a mischievous glint in your eye you start pinching his nipple, making him twitch under you.

"H-how" his breath shallow, "can I show you?"

He's blushed so red even without having drank anything... That, that does give you *quite* the idea.

"Please...let me show you how badly I need you. N-need to taste you." He's groping your ass roughly as he grows more desperate for you.

"Do you want me that badly?"

Jamie nods furiously.

"Do you...want to be my *good boy*?" Giving him a borderline sadistic smile, recalling how he reacted the first time you've called him that.

Somehow he blushes to an even darker red and parts his lips. "Y-yes..."

"This time we're inside... Which means... You," left hand reaching for his braid and pulling, tugging his head backwards making him whine in pleasure disguised by pain, "...Can be as loud as you want... No one will be able to hear you moan out my name and scream... Isn't that so?"

You see his adam's apple bob up and down as he gulps, neck outstretched as you keep the tension on his hair.

"I- I guess so..." He says sheepishly, part nervousness part arousal. Most of it definitely arousal.

"So what will you be?"

"A good boy..."

"What was that?" Pulling harder.

"Y- your good boy!"

"That's right..." Letting up now.

His lids are heavy and he can't stop himself from subconsciously lift his hips and try to provide himself some friction from rubbing and grinding on you.

"So..." You start, "if I were you... I'd get rid of those clothes, unless you want them to be a mess."

He's licking his lips in anticipation, "Yes..."

You raise your eyebrow at him and it's like he's finally back to earth, you can only wonder what fantasy was playing out in his head.

He immediately sits up and removes his top and asks you to lift yourself a bit so he can remove his pants as well.

"Why am I the only one undressing here?“ He asks, blushing at the thought of being the only one vulnerable.

"Because I want *you* to undress me..."

"Oh." A smile spreading on his lips, he can't wait to unwrap that present.

Now naked he put his hands on the fly of your lace up pants.

You slap it away.

"Be a good boy and use your pretty mouth~" You goad him.

He's quick to obey and puts his hands beside him for support and reaches forward with his mouth, wishing the pants weren't there to stop him from devouring you.

He clearly struggles with it at the start but gets the hang of it, holding onto one lace with his teeth and pulling back on it.

He mouths at the waist band now and tries his best to pull it down. You shift your body to help him out and as he pulls down his mouth gapes.

"N-no underwear??!"

You giggle at his shock, he almost sounds innocent.

"Just for you..."

Deciding to cut his work short you remove your pants off fully. Now straddling his body, with your bare crotch.

"God- I want you so bad..." He whines.

"You want a drink?"

You reach for his gourd that he settled on the little coffee table next to you and put it up to his lips.

"Go on, you deserved it."

"I'd like to drink something else..." He plays.

"Is that so? Get on the floor." You lift yourself up and give him a hand and quickly he's laying down with you standing over him with a smile.

"What do you want to drink? Hm?"

"You. I want you on my mouth please..."

Your next move is a very bold one, he's stupefied with your actions as you lower yourself down and push the gourd's neck past your lips and tilt it back, pouring the contents inside of you.

Moans escape your mouth as he watches with bated breath, astonished. Not believing how sinful you're acting, his cock straining and twitching already in his boxer shorts. Stain of precome appearing more visible by the second.

You withdraw the gourd and squeeze tight, trying to contain his herbal tea inside, some of it inevitably spilling.

"You still want a drink?"

He's incredulous, blinking up at you, shaken before he snaps, "Yes! Yes please!"

His hands rush to your backside as he tries to pull you to him in a feral animalistic need.

You take a hold of his hair one more and don't hesitate to shove your sex on his face.

He shows no hesitation either as he laps at your lips, drinking you in, kissing your clit, mouthing at your folds, moaning and breathing heavily without any constraint.

"Oh my god- Jamie... God..!" You have difficulty even asserting dominance over him with the way he's eating you out like a starved and dehydrated man who's spotted an oasis in the desert. "You're so good Jamie!" You praise, barely holding on.

Your praise getting to him, pushing him to drive you over the edge, going faster, harder. Looking up at you from that angle with fucked out eyes and his hair a mess. Juices flowing all over his face, your bodily fluids unintelligible from his tea.

"Make me come Jamie, be my good boy! Come on." You palm at his cock as you spur him on. Grinding on his vicious tongue.

He gets louder, whining with need beneath you, you can hear him hum your name in-between laps, he wants you to come and he wants it now.

It's enough to push you over the edge, trembling, strenght escaping your legs and he's quick to hold on to you, keeping you in your place, mouth still glued to you, determined to drain you dry and suck your soul from your limp body.

You both finally fall back in exhaustion, rolling over, breathlessly exchanging looks and biting your lip.

"You..." He tries to regain his breath, "...you're crazy!" Trying to laugh but wheezing only instead.

You giggle at him, "What? As if you didn't like it?"

"Me? Pfft, no, I hated every second of it-" you punch his arm in jest and he looks up at you in adoration. "I loved it. I never even thought of anyone doing that..."

"Well, I'm never taking a swig without thinking of this now so if I start losing during fights it's all your fault."

You're so smitten by him, you can't even think of a comeback, you just hold onto his face and kiss him. "You taste good." You joke.

"I know!" He quips. "You know what else I know?"

"Hm?" Clueless.

"That," he pounces over you with newfound energy, likely from the drink, "it's time for payback." Getting handsy again as he takes the lead, kissing you.

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[gourdkeeper]

If you are still doing requests, may I ask for Jamie to save the reader from some thugs that were jumping them, and we award him with some fun NSFW

Oh absolutely!

Wrote this one as being complete strangers for the sake of changing stuff up a bit from the next request.

Word count: 2119

Warnings: 18+, violence, blood and bruises (reader got hurt), AFAB reader, robbery, borderline sexual assault, jamie saves the day and you catch feelings, you catch something else too iykwim, public setting, blowjob

You felt so stupid.

Why did you feel the urge to grab food from the shady alley of Chinatown at night all by yourself.

You knew your craving wasn't worth sating.

You also knew you shouldn't be going out this late in just shorts and a small top that leaves nothing to imagination.

You knew you'd get pestered and harrassed.

And that you did.

"C'mon princess? Fight a little will ya?" A masked thug is pressing a knife up to your cheek while others of his stupid gang are holding your arms down.

You spit directly at his face and try your best to kick him off of you.

"Ohhhh she's got it in her!" "Look'a that!" "Aw shit boss you should teach her a lesson!"

Stupid douchebags. You'd be kicking their heads into each other's buttholes if they weren't outnumbering you massively.

You struggle to no avail and the fucker you just spat at approaches you once more and you, stubborn, kick again aiming for the crotch. Jackpot.

"OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER- YOU'RE PAYING-"

He's clutching his own balls, fallen to his knees some of his gang members inevitably laughing at him and getting shushed by others, too scared to piss the boss off.

Another guy pats you down, if you didn't know any better you'd think they're not even trying to rob you anymore.

"Aha there it is!~" the handsy guy smacks your ass as he pulls a wallet out of your pocket.

"Count it!" The boss barks, "Let's see if this bitch's worth anything, she's already paying anyway..."

"20...30..40.......72500 zeny?!" The guy sounds incredulous, "Someone's been working real hard eh?"

Truth is you've been working part time at the scrap heap and trying your best to save up money to help a friend out of trouble. Guess that's no use now...

The bigger gruffy shithead they call boss has regained composure since and approached you once again, "So darling, if you want us leaving you alone...you better come here weekly and bring us this much every time or else... We're tracking you down and taking whatever else we want. Simple no?" He drags his fingers over your face and you instinctively bite his hand as hard as possible, drawing blood and making the guy yelp out in pain and reactively punching you square in the nose making your head whip back.

You almost didn't hear it.

But you were certain you heard some other good for nothing thug scream at the same time you've nearly bit the guy's finger off.

A few seconds pass as you still try to free yourself. And there it is again.

There was definitely a clear "thud" sound and a scream.

The gangsters take notice as well. They look around themselves but see nothing. Panicked.

Until a swipe of yellow comes crashing down from the rooftop splatting one of the guys on the floor along with it.

You felt silly at feeling hopeful that help was coming, it's almost embarrassing, having to be saved like a damsel in distress.

You've heard of him before.

The peacekeeper of Chinatown.

He straightens himself up graciously and taking a swig of a gourd kept at his hip, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before extending his arm just in time to smack another thug away.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GET HIM!"

The boss barks while backing away, knowing this would be trouble for his sorry ass.

The yellow clothed guy makes easy work of a group of three thugs, kicking one up in the air before rolling on the floor and sweeping him up, you can't tell if he's fighting or dancing. He gets back up on his feet in one swift impulse and stops the other in his track before slapping the ever living shit out of him and in the middle of turning on his heel his stupidly long braid wacks right on the remaining lackey's face taking him down swiftly as well.

The two guys holding onto your arms finally let go and run off leaving both you and your wallet on the ground. You've let yourself fall to your knees in the middle of the alley.

"And where do you think *you* are going?" The long haired man points and the leader running off with his tail between his legs.

He takes another swig before slamming his fist on a small balcony above him, making a ladder descend right before the coward attempting to flee, forcing him to stop abruptly and losing balance and trapping him.

"I'm talking to you shithead! You think you can just go around threatening people in *my* turf?"

He closes the gap between him and the man, still holding onto the knife he earlier had up against your face.

"Get the fuck away from me y-you drunk weirdo, what the fuck do you want?!" His voice shaky, brandishing his knife without sense before the cocky peacekeeper knocks it off his hand with one swift kick and cartwheeling, closing the gap and twisting the man's elbow until a "crack" is heard. Ouch. 

"No you, get the fuck away-" he barely finishes, tossing the man off onto the ground and kicking "loser." He spits before taking one more sip and watching the man run off.

"Woah" you think to yourself.

You see the guy that just saved you and your hard work turn around, putting the gourd back at his hip and pacing towards you.

"T-thank you-!" You exclaim at him, unsure how to even be grateful of such a thing.

"And you might be?"

He reaches his hand out to you, allowing you to get back up on your feet.

You mutter your name out and thank him once more.

Face to face he's even prettier.

His cheekbones pronounced, his chin and nose sharp, lips thin but smooth and his eyes watching you intently...is that makeup? God, that's... Kind of hot. You try not to stare regardless, that'd be rude.

He helps your straighten your clothes before crouching to grab your wallet and handing it back to you, "Better not forget what's important right?"

You chuckle "Right... Right, almost forgot... Thank you for helping me out, I thought I was done for uh.." you motion ad stare at him.

"Jamie. Name's Jamie Siu." He has such a confident and charismatic aura to him even when just stating his name.

"Jamie... Well, thank you Jamie..." You feel yourself blush and you feel stupid for it, taking your hand to your face to hide it but flinching in pain as you realize your nose's been broken and it hurts at the slightest touch and... Crap you're bleeding.

Taking better notice, you've gotten quite a few bruises.

"Yeah you uhhh, got a bit beat up it seems huh? How about I help you out?"

"Nonono! I mean, no need really you did enough, I should uh get going, I shouldn't really be out anyway and I uh-"

You're interrupted by him laughing, "Really I insist, let me take care of you." He takes a small tissue to your face and wipes some blood off.

"Gotta say, you still held your own pretty well, most people would submit immediately and not even try to fight back... I like that."

He looks intrigued, interested in you even.

You know he can see you blush being so close and cleaning your face. You don't know what to say.

"Cat got your tongue?~" he jests.

"I... I liked seeing you fight!" What the hell is that for an answer? This is so damn awkward you want to run and hide.

"Oh? Of course you did, I could even show you some other moves..." He says the last part hushed.

"What... what other moves?" You ask with bated breath. Why are you swooning over a stranger. You shouldn't even be here.

He smiles. Not answering. But the look on his face says it all.

You clear your throat.

"I. Uhm."

His eyebrow raises at you as you painstakingly utter every word.

"Maybe. I. Maybe I could pay you back somehow. And uh. You could...maybe show me those other, moves?" You feel like you want to die, what are you even saying?

"I would quite like that..." His face is closer. Dangerously closer.

"I would like that a lot." His hand tangling in your hair. It's dark. The alley is empty as every thug has ran off. No merchant to be seen anymore either.

You breathe heavily as you feel him breathe down your neck, his voice barely a whisper.

"How would you pay me back, huh?" He teases.

Your eyes trace the outline of his body, barely illuminated from behind and you get bolder.

"You could have your way with me..."

"Here? Outside? Just like that? Someone's daring..." His hands trailing over your body. You're both full of want.

The adrenaline has gotten to you and you take his wrist and guide his hand to your breast catching him by surprise.

"Holy shit-" he gasps out and licks his lips before trading looks with you.

You moan softly as he moves his digits and squeezes.

Jamie pounces at you and starts mouthing at you, kissing you, ravishing you with his tongue.

Holy crap holy crap holy crap holy- your mind is racing.

He pulls back from the kiss. Your blood now smeared on his face. Oh god. That's so hot.

Something primal in you awakens and your hands rush to his pants.

"Woah there-!" He feigns surprise, "If you don't watch out you might just need to be saved again..."

"Maybe I don't want to be saved this time..." You look up at him flushed, eagerly untying the rope keeping his pants up.

"S'that so?" He grabs you by your hair albeit gently, making you look at him again, "Princess is feeling a little daring?" Mocking the gangsters from early on and teasing you all the same.

"Maybe so..." You finish freeing him of his yellow sweatpants and drag them lower, followed by his underwear.

His member slings out. Wet already, glistening slightly in the night. You look at him once as if checking if he's still down for this and going back to business. Your lips enveloping the head, tongue flat under his frenulum licking up as you pull before going deeper back down.

His eyes are fixated on you, lips parted, exhaling, breath keeping up with the pace of your motions. Hand still in your hair he pulls you towards his hips as he rocks them forth.

You gag slightly but adjust fast. His cock slipping down your throat. You squeeze your hands, he's big but nothing you can't take. You're a big girl. You can't help but moan around his cock.

He lowers his hips before thrusting them forth again. And again. And again. Increasing the pace, holding you down. "That's right princess... You're so good at taking me..!" He lets a long moan out. "You su-sure know how to pay someone ba~ck..." He takes a swig of his drink, letting himself get drowsier. "God. That's right. Go deeper."

He gets more brash, never rough enough to hurt you but definitely more agitated, definitely closer to the edge. Pulling you in tighter in his grip like a deadly snake. His cock rammed down your mouth, leaving you no give to pull back. Pubes brushing against your lips and nose. Going balls deep. Growing franctic.

His moans are getting out of control, he needs his free hand to squeeze over his mouth as his body twitches and squirms. Words and babbling muffled by his hand, he's panting inbetween slurs of words. Something about this being his turf and you having to serve him. It's not a bad idea.

It doesn't matter, you're entraced by him. By his sex. His flavor.

You look up.

His jacket is no longer on properly. Fully opened, his pecs as red as his cheeks. Heaving up and down with each breath.

The sight alone with him in your mouth could make you come.

You take the plunge and take him fully in, as well as you can, tongue reaching for his balls. Cheeks hollow, fully taking him as he thrusts inside of you.

"I- c..I can't-"

He truly cannot, his words unfinished, unlike him.

He spurts deep into your throat. You pull back enough just to feel his come on your tongue. You want to taste him forever.

His cock still twitching. His body limp, fallen backwards and out of breath.

You swallow him down and try your best to regain your breath as well.

You notice that your nose bled onto his lower half as well. First he saves you and as pay you get him dirty. God.

You need to clean him up and apologize.

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[gourdkeeper]

Yes, hello!

First of all, BIG FAN of your first Jamie fic! I first read it over on AO3 and couldn't help myself reading it a second time when I saw it here. 👀

As for the scenario, I was thinking about a ✨️shower scene✨️? Maybe? Like, you're training with him and things get a bit heated and you somehow end up in the shower and then .. stuff happens.~

I'm not the best at coming up with stuff like this but maybe you can do something with it. :)

Thank you omg!!! I'm still so nervous about it because I don't really write but if it made anyone happy and horny then I'm happy too!

Shower scene coming right up! AFAB reader because it was unspecified and what I'm most familiar with but please feel free to request AMAB or neutral if you want!

18+ after cut | 735 words

This has become somewhat of an habit now. It really shouldn't but. Here you are again. And you're not complaining.

Naked.

Wet.

Back to the tilled wall.

His mouth working wonders.

Tongue ramming in.

Nose pushed against your sensitive nub.

Sinful sounds with every breath.

The water bill is about to be insane later this month. It's the fourth- no, fifth time, that training with your master has ended with you this way.

You start fucking around and getting sidetracked. It's hard not to when the person teaching you looks like that. And every time, without fail, once the drinks start kicking in you feel yourself getting handsy. Sweaty. Drowsy.

Jamie calls it a day and tells you to rest and you go and try to take a shower only for him to intrude. Not that you didn't bait him to walk in by leaving your clothes outside the bathroom or anything, and most definitely didn't call out "Jamie, can you bring me my clothes please?" with your sweetest voice that he can't say no to.

One thing leads to another. Turns out you weren't the only sweaty one and he too needs a shower right now. With you.

It starts with kissing. It always does. His hands cupping your face. Fingers trailing your jaw and down your neck. Warm water running down your bodies. His hair cascading down his back clinging to him beautifully.

You get handsy and so does he.

He moans your name into the kiss.

You instinctively part your legs and take your hand there, you're full of need. It's like an itch that needs to be scratched.

He takes notice and takes a hold of your wrist and clicks his tongue at you.

"Let me show you how it's done." He says low and smooth with a smirk on his heated up red face.

Always cocky.

His hands run down your side, he holds your breasts and licks them as he circles your nipples with his thumbs before moving lower. And lower. Until his hands are now holding onto your ass and his tongue has no time to wait.

You shiver and moan outloud the moment you feel him lap at your clitoris. More. You need more and so you plead for it.

You can almost feel him smilling. He loves having his ego inflated and knowing the effect he has on you does just that.

He grips your buttocks tighter and pushes his tongue past the clit. His nose now pressing onto it as he mouths at your cunt trying to take in as much of you as he can.

You're gripping his hair without even realizing. You're too far gone.

His tongue starts pushing past your lips and he licks heavily and slowly driving you insane. You're pulling his head closer and grinding on his face like some animal in heat.

He takes his right hand and starts rubbing you while eating you out. He wants to taste you, and he wants it now. And Jamie always gets what he wants.

Your legs falter but he has you. You're not going anywhere without giving him what he wants first.

There isn't a single coherent thought in your mind. Only Jamie. Jamie eating you out. Or Jamie fucking your brains out.

God. You wish he would do that right now.

His other hand left your butt as well and he's now busy fingering you. There's too much, you can't take this anymore and you start trembling, moaning out his name breathlessly.

He takes the hints and picks up the pace on your clit, fingers still ramming into your cunt, tongue on you, lapping up your juices. His hands are getting tired but it doesn't matter.

"Come." He whines through a furrowed brow, looking up at you inbetween your legs. "Come for me."

He starts repeating for you to come like a mantra. You squeeze on him, you pull him in closer and you can't hold it anymore, you feel yourself spasm and your heart is taking leaps.

Jamie finally lets up and sits back under the water and you slide down the wall exhausted.

You're both exhaling heavily, trading looks. He has this smug air to his face, you can tell he's proud.

"Why don't I finish cleaning you up and take care of you, hm?" He suggests with a soft smile.

Now that's an offer you can't decline.

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #street fighter 6 #jamie street fighter #requests #gourdkeeper

[gourdkeeper]

PUPPYBOY LUKE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

For you my friend? Anything 😌

Word count: 2020

Content warnings: 18+, dom/sub undertones (gentle), petplay, puppy luke, anal play, gags, luke is collared and happy, edging

Luke looked adorable to you. It was an instant crush. Ever since you've met him. He greeted you so excitedly, wide bright smile. The most amicable guy ever.

Of course back then you never thought you'd be dating him by now, being taken on dates to the movies and playing videogames with him on his couch.

And naturally. You also had no idea you'd have him leashed. Petting his fluffy head of hair with a cute headband that sported beige puppy ears. And him whimpering, craving for your touch and a taste. Eager to be given a treat and called a good boy.

You're not even fully sure how it got to this. The first time you've gotten laid with him you praised him heavily and he was hooked on it. Then you started taking the lead and soon enough he had a light blue collar tightened around his neck with a cute engraved bone-shaped nametag on it that read "Luke" and "Return to owner" together with your phone number on the back.

Getting laid with him was far more complicated than just sex, it was a labor of love and an exchange of trust and you couldn't be happier.

He was head over heels for you.

"C'mere boy~" you tease and gesture him to join you on the couch, fluffing up his hair when he arrives, crawling on his fours.

You start scratching the under side of his jaw and behind his ear.

"I got some new toys for you today... Do you want me to show you?"

He looked confused, you didn't really use toys in the bedroom all that much but he's always excited, as he is now, nodding while being pet by you.

You get up for a bit to go grab a box and from inside you pull a small butt plug out with a fluffy tail attached to the flared end.

His eyes widen and look at you, you can sense some nervousness, after all, you haven't ever played with the back door all that much even though you've spoken of it.

"A-are you going to put it in me?" His cheeks turning pink as he asks.

You pull him up to you by his collar to kiss him. "If you don't want me to I won't. What do you say boy?"

"I... I want to try it with you..." His voice was small, could he get any more adorable?

You peck a small kiss on his lips and tell him to climb on the couch with you.

He sneaks a peak inside the box you pulled out the plug from and he sees a second toy. It was clearly a gag but in the shape of a bone, "oh-" he mouthed as he blushed harder.

"Hey now, don't spoil the surprise... bad boy, might need to punish you later for that. Now, down." He giggled with anticipation at your mischiveous smile and threat. You pushed on his pelvis so he would lay down and you move to sit besides his ass with one of his legs over your shoulder.

You grab a small bottle of lube and spill some onto your fingers. "You sure you want to try, right?“

"Yes, please..."

"You can relax Luke ok? I love you and if you want me to stop you just have to tell me." You gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded.

You pressed your fingers gently agaisnt his puckered entrance and rubbed them over, coating him in the lubricant, he flinched, both from the cold liquid and the foreign feeling of having your fingers touch such an intimate spot.

His breathing is heavy and is starting to sweat a bit, the pink flush on his cheeks hasn't left either.

You slowly enter him, just the tip first and pull it out and then press inwards again, gently, making him adjust to the sensation.

"I'm gonna push it in a bit further ok? Take a deep breath baby."

He does as told and your digit slips in further with ease and his cock twitches, shivering as the he feels the bump of your finger separating phalanges goes in.

"Good boy..."

You pull until the tip is almost out and then work it inside again, curving just slightly, his dick leaking in response.

"You're taking it so well..."

His voice trembles as he moans lowly, you haven't ever penetrated him before, most you've done was giving him a rim job, which he was a bit nervous about as well, but quickly became a fan of being eaten out from behind.

"T-thank you..!"

Your finger goes in fully, palm of your hand resting agaisnt his taint.

You play a little bit there, letting him get used to it, pulling out and pushing back in, slow at first and picking up the speed when he relaxes more.

"I'm gonna put another finger in okay?"

"Okay..." His hands gripping the couch and his forearms tense. You touch his big arms with your free hand and pet him lightly to soothe him.

Your digit is almost slipping out and then you add another finger and repeat the process from the start, working him up, starting small and slow and going further as he grows used to it.

You look up to see his handsome scarred face and he's biting his lip, red as a tomato.

"You enjoying it that much? Aww..."

He leave a moan out, he looks almost a bit embarrassed, moaning again as you move your fingers back and shoving them in once more.

"It feels good doesn't it? Such a good boy for me."

You praise him while you bang him with your fingers for a couple of minutes, his dick leaking all over his stomach.

You lean forward and lick his midriff clean and give his dick a small kiss.

"Say... Should I add another finger?"

"Yes!- I uh... Please..."

You can't help yourself from grinning at his eagerness and comply right away.

Three fingers now in, he took it all like a champ. Of course he did, he always does, soldier boy... He makes you so proud.

His cock is throbbing at this point.

"I think you're ready to try the plug, don't you think?"

Must do it now or he might come undone from being penetrated alone.

You coat the toy in lube and reapply some to his hole and hold his hand tight before putting the toy in slowly.

He flinches as the widest point slips through, it feels weird, different than fingers for sure, but not unpleasant. On the contrary, it's pushing right agaisnt something that only makes him want to grind himself onto you.

"Good boy... You make me so proud Luke."

You give him a kiss on his leg and he smiles.

You pull the gag from inside the box and fit it into his mouth, closing it in the back. "If you want me to stop anything, tap out okay?“ He nods. "Good boy." He looks adorable.

"Now... That punishment..." You gesture with your hand for him to climb over your lap.

His eyebrows furrow with a mix of excitement and worry but as always he complies, laying over your legs, stomach down. He looks at you over his shoulder, anticipating what he shouldn't want, but clearly does.

Your hand comes crashing over his buttock. He's no stranger to this. However, he didn't account for the fact he has something inside of him that accentuates the impact and he moans out.

You smirk, content with the reaction and smack him again. His buttcheek turning pink.

And again. And again.

He's whimpering and his toes curling after each slap has been given.

At the count of ten you finally give him mercy.

"Good boy..." You nudge him to get up and brush your hand on his hair, unglueing it from his sweaty forehead and then pecking a kiss on it.

You grab his leash and pull him to the ground with you.

He follows on his fours and you instruct him to roll over. Laying his his back against the floor.

"You've been so good for me tonight, haven't you?"

He whimpers and nods.

Your fingers trail on his chest, over his pecs and his nipples... Down his abs and his obliques... Lower to his belly button...

"Do you want me to touch you?"

He nods again, more eager this time. He's so handsome and cute. You always loved teasing him, he gets antsy and you think it's just adorable and then, after he endured it all you get to reward him.

Your finger trails back up again making him whine in protest. You grope him a bit and take your mouth to his chest, tongue flicking over his left nipple as your hand takes care of pinching the right.

His chest heaves up and down, he's panting, he craves your touch so bad, he's so close without even getting his dick held once. The plug is constantly bumping into his prostate, and everytime it rubs into it he feels like he's going to explode.

Without him even realizing he's humping the air, rubbing his ass slightly on the floor every time he lowers because the sensation is getting him off.

"Look at you Luke... Are you that needy? That desperate?"

You continue playing with his nipples and then your hand goes down to his lower abs, light as a feather and he gets a chill, his legs jerking in the air.

And then, you hold his cock, finally, he thinks. And painfully slow you pull his foreskin down and up, squeezing his lenght in your grip but not tight enough to hurt. Your thumb rubbing on the head everytime you bring your hand up.

His right leg has frozen in the air, toes curling, moans getting muffled by his gag.

Too bad, you want to hear him cry out when he comes.

With your free hand you pull the gag down and he's panting hard. Moans ranging from soft to almost a yell.

You don't speed up, you let him writhe, contort and squirm in your grip. It's too delicious not to. With the sounds he's making, his fucked out face, his cheeks and chest flushed. You could keep him like this for hours. But that wouldn't be fair to him, after all he always behaves so well to please you.

"Do you want to come for me?"

"Yes! Ga- Yes! Please!"

He always tries to hold himself until given permission... He's too used to following orders it seems. Better for you...

"Show me how badly."

You decide to be *just* a bit mean and prolonging his suffering just a bit longer for your enjoyment. He's gonna be spent after this. He's been holding out since you've started fingering him.

Your hand is starting to pick up the pace, speeding up.

He can no longer keep his eyes open, they're shut tight and his head thrown back. His hands balled into fists. He's moaning and whimpering, tears welling at the corners of his eyes.

"P-...p- pleaaah- please please please", Nothing more leaves his mouth. It's a constant stream of pleading and moaning. He's taking it all so well. His feet are pressed hard against the floor and his pelvis raised, his back arched, weight being supported on his shoulder blades.

"Please!"

"You can come."

It crashes immediately, erupting, his voice hiccups, like something got stuck in his throat and his breath hitches as his muscles tighten further. Ropes of semen hit his chest, some of it hitting his face. A low and heavy moan leaves his lips.

He never came this hard. His body limps almost lifeless if not for how heavy he's breathing. Energy completely drained. Poor guy, you've drained his soul from his body...

"You're such a good boy for me Luke." You kiss his cheek before licking at the come that landed on his face.

He can only look at you with one eye open and a lazy smile. He loves you so much, he would be wagging his tail right now if he could.

#luke sullivan #luke sullivan x reader #requests #gourdkeeper #street fighter 6 #puppy luke...

[gourdkeeper]

I'm having a really hard time these last months, reading your fanfics at 2am was the highlight of my year. So I really want to say thanks to you! ><

I don't know if you're still accepting requests, but could I request a scenario with fem! Reader waking up to find out Jamie slept on the bed with her? And like things start all cute but end up on NSFW? I dunno like Jamie eating reader out? No idea, I've never done a request before ._.

Anyway, this is more to thank you than anything.

Sorry it took me so long to get to this one omg!!! I'm glad you're enjoying my writing tho, hopefully this one makes your day better as well dear <3

Word count: 1490

Content warnings: 18+, oral sex, no established relationship, biting, licking, reader has a hangover I guess, afab reader

Pigeons are cooing just outside your window and the sun is peaking through the blinds pulling you away from dream land.

Last night was rough on you, you've gone out partying and met up with this guy... This really amazing dancer, you shared some drinks with him and you got his phone number. He looked super cute and had some killer moves.

Ugh, your body feels like you've been hit by a ton of bricks, maybe you drank a bit too much. You toss your arms up to stretch and roll over to the side.

"Hm?" You pry one eye open.

There is someone in bed with you. You get slightly startled and wince back.

Oh. Ooooh...

So the cute guy... From last night slept here...?

You quickly look under the sheets and in your underwear. Nope, you're clean, nothing you don't have memory of happened. Phew.

Although, you sort of wish it did...

"Uhhh-" you tap the side of his shoulder and peak over him. God. He's beautiful, your inebriated mind played no tricks on you.

He groans and rolls to your side, "jus'five more min..!" He quickly perks up when he realizes he's not home. "Woah, what the hell?!"

You can't help but giggle.

"Oh, yeah right I walked you home..."

"You did?" You can't really remember much.

"Yeah, you kinda uhh got plastered and I didn't think it was safe for you to walk home alone in the early hours if you catch my drift..." He's rubbing the back of his head and stretching his back, adjusting his shoulders trying to get himself more waken up.

"That's sweet of you... Jamie was it?" You scoot over closer to him and your eyes fixate on his lips, his collarbone, his chest... He's so damn pretty.

"Y-yeah that's right! Nice that you still remember that," he smirks, "did I leave that much of an impression?"

Your faces approach, breathing in each others breath and your parted lips meet his.

You suck his lower lip in and then play with your tongues, breaking away from the kiss only momentarily connected by a string of saliva, just to catch a breath and go back at it.

He's the first to pull away. "I guess it was a good impression then?" Eyebrow cocked up and licking his own lips.

"Hmm yeah I'd say so, maybe I need to have another taste to decide~" you play and lick his collarbone and up his neck making him jolt and shiver.

"Are you sensitive there?"

"Maybe, why don't you have another taste?" He jests, half mocking half goading you.

You hold his head on the opposite side and lick once more, him holding back and trying not to pull away, you do it again and he feels a shiver down his spine.

You start peppering kisses in the crook of his neck, riling him up, "Thank you for taking care of me Jamie..." You whisper softly.

"Y-you're... welcome-" he moves his hands to hold you to him.

You take the gesture as a sign to continue and so you do, getting more heated up, you get bold and decide to bite him ever so slightly.

"A-ah!"

Was that him getting startled or did you hit jackpot?

You do it over and your doubts clear. His legs bucked together and toes curling.

"Y-you sure you wanna do this?"

He looks so sweet, the rays of sun hitting his flushed red skin, his furrowed brows, biting his lower lip.

You take a mischiveous look at him and without wasting any time you lick up to behind his ear to whisper, "I'm down if you're down..."

You're bitting down on his neck again when he asks, "You sure you wanna dance with the devil?" He looks like he has something on his mind.

"The devil?" You smile, "I don't know about that, why don't you give me a demonstration hm?" You tease him.

He lets you try and bite him again to spin around and pin you with his body, "I'll tempt you alright~"

It's his turn to retribute and he mimicks your earlier actions, licking you and whispering dirty sweet nothings in your ear and biting you.

Oh man, you understand his toe curling better than ever now, you're doing it yourself and your back arching as far as it can with him on top of you.

"J-Jamie..! God-"

"God?" You can feel his mouth curl to a smile while he bites you once more. "I don't think god can save you from me~"

He starts moving lower, kissing your collar bone, then over to your breasts which much to his disappointment your bra is still on but nothing to fret about because he goes lower.

Now kissing at your midriff, licking it up and dragging his tongue lower and lower. His hands moved to your wrists now and his face is right at your crotch, looking up at you with hunger in his eyes and he licks over your underwear.

"Why don't you spread these for me?"

You comply immediately, parting your legs, putting them over his shoulders.

He bares his teeth and bites at your underwear, dragging it to the side, exposing you, you feel the air touch you and that's already enough to make you swallow dry.

He's knows he has you wrapped around his finger already with the way you're looking down at him as if pleading him to make a move.

And he does just that, pressing his mouth to you he licks at your folds, adjusting himself comfortably and bringing his tongue up to find your clit, it took no effort, it feels swollen already, throbbing at his every move. When he pulls away for a second you can't help but let a desperate whine out.

"Please..." Your breathing is shallow, dragged out, chest heaving up and down. Sweat beads forming at your forehead.

You can only see his eyes but you know he's smirking.

That's when you feel his tongue attempting to ram inside you and licking flat, he laps you up, taking his time to savour you. Eyes glued to you, he blinks and bats his long lashes, it feels like you're watching him in slow motion.

He presses up to you further, his nose tight against your clit and his tongue picking up the pace, thrusting it in, licking up, twirling slightly and curving hard against the walls of your cunt.

You feel yourself growing closer, you're panting and squirming, grinding your heat against his face, moaning out his name.

He lifts his head up and you see how soaking wet you've made his mouth and chin. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't so fucking hot.

"You're so damn wet for me... Do you want more?"

"Yes!" You almost yell out the answer, "Please..! Please please please Jamie-"

He releases one of your wrists and lifts your ass up, now grabbing both wrists underneath you with one hand, your ass against his chest, he takes his free hand and sucks on two of his fingers without breaking eye contact.

"So be it~"

He slides them inside you and curls up. You're seeing stars. You have no recollection of what you're saying seconds after it leaves your mouth, you could be speaking in tongues for all you know. He pulls back and pushes them back in again. And again. And again. Scissoring his fingers a few times inside you, curling them sometimes too and then he finds just the right angle.

There it is, the sweet spot that will have you screaming his name and letting the whole neighborhood know who owns that pussy. He pulls it out, keeping them in the same position and in, and out and back in. You're trembling in his hold, your ankles giving in.

He takes his tongue pointed and licks viciously at your clit while he keeps up the pace with his fingers. Licking you hard, flat of the tongue on it, looking back up at you, you know he wants you to come all over his mouth and you want to give him that pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. He lifts you up further and lets go of your arms, his hand gripping your ass now as he increases the beat his fingers fuck you at. Your hands rush to his head, taking his hair and hopelessly rut onto his face.

You can't take this any longer. Trembling turned to shaking, moaning turned to screaming. Your grip on him hurts but it only motivates him further and... There it is.

His name has left your mouth at least twenty times over the last minute.

Your sex pulsates, you're riding out the orgasm until you come down.

He pecks a kiss on your mound and looks up at you, proud, your squirt coating the lower half of his face, "So. How was that for a demonstration?"

#jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #street fighter 6 #gourdkeeper #requests #afab reader #should i start tagging readers gender?

[gourdkeeper]

This is a fic I wrote for @nippydippy after they came up with the idea of "what if Jamie sent the reader thirsty and needy videos of him teasing and playing with himself to rile them up while they're away.

Afab Reader x Jamie 📸📸📸 (NSFW)

Word count: 4112

Content warnings: 18+, afab reader, well established relationship between the two, living together, jamie takes nudes and lewd videos, sex tape (?), come eating, dirty talking, name calling, possible blackmailling kink, anal, pegging, masturbation, hair pulling

It was hard to leave the bed this morning let alone the house. Jamie kept hugging you and peppering kisses on your skin but sadly you had responsibilities and you wanted to stay cordial. They weren't big saving the world type of tasks but regardless, it had to be done.

You had to grab groceries and Luke, your old friend and coach asked you for help to teach his class today, he needed a capable fighter to demonstrate techniques on and he knew he could rely on you.

The thought of you being touched by Luke in any sort of way had Jamie roll his eyes and sigh. Ugh, why can't you just skip out and stay in bed with him, he thinks. It'd be so much more fun, for the both of you.

Sadly for him, nothing could be done about it. You had already gotten dressed and pecked a quick kiss on his forehead and are ready to be on your way.

He just wishes he could do anything to keep you with him. And most definitely away from his rival that you just had to become close friends with. "Unfair." He mutters and pouts as he turns on the bed, dragging the bed sheets around, pinned underneath his weight. All he can think of is you. Your touch, his fingertips brushing over your skin, his mouth on your neck, his grip on your waist as you beg for him to fill you up...or maybe the other way around. Things would never get boring. Except, that idiot Sullivan gets to be with you. He gets to touch you, toss you around, put you on a chokehold just to show off to his students. It fills him with rage. But also, with lust. The idea of someone else holding you and doing as they please, but at the end of the day you come back to him because no one's a match for the great Jamie Siu. He gets to do that to you and so much more... If only it could happen right now.

He's lost in thought, mourning the fact that he can't have you on top of him until you come back home.

He notices he's leaking. Cock straining against the bed sheets, he had started rutting against them unconsciously, craving for you.

Normally he wouldn't act on his urges, even being pent up he'd rather wait and have you take care of his needs. But this time... This time is different, he knows who you're with. He knows he can make you crave for him just as badly as he craves for you in front of your idiot coach and you'll be away from home, getting teased, pent up and wanting him the entire time you're away from him.

He reaches for his phone and opens the camera app.

Jamie ponders for a second. Wondering if this would be a good idea. "Fuck it."

He uncovers himself just a bit. Bedsheets draping over him artistically like that of a marble statue from distant times. Outline of his cock very much in frame, his neck stretched and hand over his chest.

*Click*

He turns around, putting his ass up as high as he possibly could and shoves his head down, half peeking at the camera, mouth agape and lidded needy eyes.

*Click*

He goes over to the edge of the bed, kneeling, legs spread apart, camera pointed at the mirror, tightening his abs and flexing, his hand wrapped around his hair, pulling on it while looking vulnerable and fully exposed.

*Click*

His hand shakes with anticipation. Sending nudes feels bold even for him. He opens the messaging app and selects your contact.

With zero context, Jamie selects his pictures and hits the send button. Now he waits.

---

You're just about finished with the lesson, you notice your phone vibrating from the bench and you walk over to it, unlocking it.

"Message from Jamie huh? Bet he misses me-"

Your mouth goes agape, not a single sound produced.

You whip your head around to see if no one can see your phone.

"What the hell..." You mouth, cheeks turning bright red and feeling your blood rush to your nether regions.

How is this man so fucking hot? This should be illegal.

You start typing.

"Jamie holy shit." Send.

"You know others could have seen this right?" Send.

"You're so fucking hot, just you wait until I get home." Send.

Holy crap dude, he sure knows how to push your buttons.

You see the icon change as he read the messages and starts typing to you.

"Yeah? Let them see it then, they'll just be jealous of what they can't have. Come home then. Punish me."

"Oh so that's how he wants to play is it?" You think to yourself. Smile forming on your lips just as you hear a familiar voice from behind you making you jolt, turn and hide your phone behind your back.

"What got you so happy all of a sudden?"

"Oh Luke! Oh uhhh nothing really!"

He isn't buying it, he looks at you with one eyebrow raised for a second or two and then laughs and pats you in the shoulder.

"It's alright, keep your secrets then." What a nerd. "Listen, the class is over, you can go on about your day and uhm," he clears his throat, "say hi to Jamie for me will you?"

You freeze as he walks off.

"Oh my god did he catch a glimpse?" You hope he was just being friendly, regardless. Your phone buzzed again and you rushed over to the bathroom to take a look in privacy.

Your notification read:

"Jamie sent a message, 1 video attached."

"A vi...a video?"

You hesitantly put your phone's volume on at the lowest volume and listen closely while you open the file.

"Holy fuck."

He's laying on the bed sprawled out, hair a mess, sweaty, flushed cheeks and chest. Masturbating. Moaning your name. "Please... I miss you so much... I need you... Please punish me... Ruin me..." His head thrown back, body tensed as if he'd been holding his orgasm in for awhile now. Either he's a really good actor or you're gonna need to hurry up if you don't want him to blow the entirety of his loads all on his own.

You feel yourself getting wet. You want him so badly. You need to put him in his place, you need to kiss him and call him dirty names, and scratch him, and ride him and-

You hurry out of the bathroom, gather your things, say bye to everyone with a wave and a smile and rush out the door. You need to get back home right this instant. The groceries can wait for the day after.

---

Jamie's heart is pounding so hard it's like it'll pop out of his chest any moment. He never recorded himself before. He's watching the video playback again, "Goddamn I look good" he exclaims as if to hype himself up. He was acting it up, he's not that close to an orgasm. Yet. But it was so much fun wondering what your reaction would be.

Much to his dismay, the video has been marked as read but you haven't replied and you've been offline since... "Hmmm maybe I broke them... I should do it again."

Jamie tries his best to prop up his phone horizontally on the nightstand against the lamp. The angle is perfect. The light rays shining through the blinds illuminating him, he lays with one leg lifted up.

"Yeah that should work..."

He reaches up to hit the capture button again and immediately lays back down before it begins recording.

Leg still up, giving a perfect view, his face peeking out from behind his arm, covering his eyes which are tightly shut. Whimpering. His other arm reaching down, trailing down his thigh, moving past his sex and going over to his hole, playing with it lightly, he starts whining and quivering.

Biting his hand now as he gently inserts one finger. "Please fill my hole up... Please... Use me" he moans as he bucks his hips so that the finger slips in further.

"Please make me your slut~"

He only notices you've arrived when he looked back at the camera and sees you standing by the doorway, frozen.

He withdrew his finger as he jolted up.

"I thought you'd be gone longer!"

You grin as you drop your bag at the doorway and step in slowly.

"You thought so, didn't you? What do you think you're doing Jamie?"

His already flushed face turned into a tomato. Kneeling on the bed he tries to find words.

"I don't know what you mean..!"

"No?" You pull your phone out and open a picture to put up right against his face. "What are these then?"

He gains a smug smirk on his face, "Did you like them? Did you crave me so badly you came running right away?"

You decide to just give him hell, with a sparkle on your eye you take a fist of his hair and pull him to you abruptly.

He cries out in pleasure as you yank him over to you. Your other hand reaching his lenght and immediately taking hold of it and start jerking it.

"I think it's better I show you how much I like them instead of saying it." You smile mischiveously at him, his face contorted and body tensed as he does nothing to stop your ministrations. "What were you pleading for again? Punish me? Use me? Ruin me? Don't worry, I will... I'll make sure to drain you dry, and when you're all spent I'll ride that pretty face of yours and come all over it." Your grip on him tightening and applying more pressure, talking dirty to him, planting the idea on his mind that you intend on using him the entire day.

You firm a knee on the bed against his balls keeping his legs spread open and lean to the crook of his neck to lick it.

He moans loudly. Making no effort to muffle it or stop himself, just lost in the moment.

You lick him again. And again. Your lips meet his skin and kiss it before opening your mouth to bite him and sucking in. That's sure to leave a mark. He's whimpering and his body rock hard, back arching and toes curling.

"I- m'gonna c- ah-!"

"You're gonna cum already? Beg for it."

You don't stop or slow down, you just want to hear the whines and moans escape his lips as he tries to put words together when his brain is a mushy mess already from just one handjob.

A stream of "please's" exit his mouth, he can't think of much else to say. His eyes and lips shut tight as his body begins to convulse.

You slow down just for a small instant as he sprays his seed all over his torso.

"Good boy..." Your hand letting go of his swollen cock to sweep up his come into your fingers.

You bring them to his mouth and snake them past his lips, leaving a mess on his chin.

His face twists for a second as he has a taste but his neediness speaks louder than his initial disgust and complies. Licking around your digits and sucking them in.

"You're such a good slut for me Jamie..."

You start moving your fingers in and out as he moans around them, letting go of his hair and moving to his chest instead, alternating between groping him and playing with his nipple.

"We're just getting started..."

His eyes are heavy and full of lust. His forehead and body sweaty with his silky hair sticking to it. You just wish this beautiful image of him could be immortalised beyond your memory. And then, it strikes you. The phone's camera is still on.

"Weren't you recording yourself again when I got here?"

"...!" His eyes go wide and he tries to get up.

Your hand on his chest pushes him back down instantly.

"You're not turning that thing off." Your voice low, your mouth crooked into a smile, tongue licking over your lips. "It's gonna keep running. I'll make sure to ruin you in front of it." You come to whisper in his ear again. "The great Jamie Siu getting ruined on camera... And don't even think of deleting that. Imagine if anyone saw it... The legendary peacekeeper? In such a vulnerable position? Being a needy slut? Begging to be used?"

Your words burrowing into his brain, finding a fantasy he didn't know he had. His cock once more growing and hardening and his cheeks flushed bright red with your fingers still deep inside his mouth.

His breath grows shallow. If you didn't know any better you'd say he could come again just from your dirty talking. "Maybe I should fuck that pretty asshole of yours next."

His eyes go wide again, if he could blush any harder he would have.

You withdraw your fingers with a pop of his lips and step off the bed to grab something from the drawer.

"Don't even dare thinking of leaving that same spot."

He wouldn't. His head is spinning, he can't believe you actually came home to punish and destroy him. His wish came true and he couldn't be any happier with the result. Maybe he should tease you over the phone more often if it leads to sex like this.

He knew what you were capable of, you've put him in his place more than once, but this pent up version of you isn't something he sees as often. The way you handle him rougher, talk dirty to him with more venom, make him beg and do as you please with him. It drives him insane in every single good way.

You come back, strap put on with the harness and a bottle of lube in hands. "Missed me?" A smirk on your face.

He lets his head roll to the side to see you.

"You're not taking your clothes off?" He's almost pouting.

"Wasn't it supposed to be a punishment? You'll have to be a good boy and earn that."

His cock twitches.

You scoop up the left over come that was on his abdomen and smear it on the dildo as he watches intently with his lips parted.

"Get over here." You hook your hands under his armpits and drag him to the edge of the mattress head hanging off the bed, checking with the camera to see if it's all in frame. Perfect.

You take his wrists, crossing them and pin them to his pelvis with one hand.

Your other hand, free, takes hold of the rubber dick and slap it lightly on his cheek.

"Open up slut."

He obliges, nervous, it's not the first time you've had him give a blowjob, but the position is definitely new for him.

"Good boy." You slip it in, head first so he can adjust himself and feel comfortable. You gently pull in and out. With each thrust going a bit further. Muffled moans around the dildo as he does his best to take it.

Normally he would have gagged on it already but he hasn't realized that you've shoved it fully in already. The position making it easier to take in, you praise him.

"You're such a good slut for me. Balls deep into your throat and your cock is still leaking. You should take a look at yourself. Good boy."

The mental image could honestly tip him over but he holds on strong. Letting you fuck his mouth and getting more pent up and closer with each thrust of yours.

"If anyone saw how much of a cocksleeve you are I'd have to fight for you. All those stupid street thugs would want to whore you out and pass you around as their toy."

He can't even understand where you keep getting these ideas from or how you know exactly how to push his buttons but it just works. His legs moving erratically, stretching and freezing in place and his feet gripping onto the bedsheets. His drool running down his cheeks as you speed up. You know he's close, making you proud that you know how to drive him there so well.

"Aw? Is my slut going to come for me again? Not yet."

You pull out, connected to his lips by a long and thick string of saliva. A whine exits his mouth.

You let go of his wrists and wipe off the excess drool on his face.

"You know that second picture you sent me? With your ass up?"

He nods.

"Take that position."

Jamie rolls around and crawls over to point his ass at you and you smack it hard making him yelp out.

"Where are you going?"

"D-doing what you told me?"

"I want your face here. Pointed at the camera."

"...! Oh-" somehow he didn't expect that. "I'm sorry-"

"You will be." You say with a wink and friendly smile on your face.

It makes him shiver. He loves you so much, it drives him completely wild how you can turn him into putty in your hands like no one else could ever.

He assumes position and you circle around, getting on the bed on your knees behind him. Taking the lube bottle and spreading some on his entrance, fingertip slightly slipping in as you lube him up.

You start with two fingers. Making sure he's relaxed but he's tensed up.

You press your other hand on his lower back, lowering it just a bit.

"Take a deep breath baby."

He does as told and his muscles relax.

"Good boy." You slip them both in, effortlessly. To be fair he was already working himself up when you arrived.

You immediately find his sweet spot like it was muscle memory and make him moan and hide his face on the bed.

"Stop hiding." You grab his hair to pull up and then shove his head back down sideways, only just partially covered by the bedsheet. "I want everyone to see your pretty face while I drill you. Want it to be loud and clear that I'm fucking Jamie Siu, protector of Chinatown like a cheap whore. You understand?"

"Yeah-" he moans out.

"Who are you?" As you pump your fingers in, striking his prostate every time.

"J-Jah- Jamie Siu!"

"Good boy. And what are you?"

"Ah...!" You've hit the spot once more making him see stars. "I'm a pe- peacekeeper..."

Your free hand strikes down on his ass.

"What are you right now?"

"Your slut!“ he cries out.

You remove the fingers and start rubbing the strap on on his taint. Poking at his balls and dragging up to his butthole.

"Good boy. And what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me. Please!" He tries to look away and hide his face again.

*Smack*

One more slap on his ass cheeks.

"Face up slut."

He struggles to remain composed in any way shape or form. His brain stuggles to hold onto any thoughts, all he wants is to get pounded by you right now. His hips rutting backwards against you on instinct.

"Beg." you bark as you rub against him once more.

"Please! Please just shove it in!"

He's desperate. He needs you to fill him up and fuck him the way he deserves.

You press the tip against the entrace.

"Fuck- yes! Please!"

"Tsk, so needy."

You hold onto his waist for extra grip and insert yourself in, slowly.

His mouth forming into an O, his eyebrows knit together, one eye shut tight and the other admiring the view from the camera.

You bottom out, "That's my good boy." You stay there for a second and reach around for his cock.

He jolts and moans, not expecting the sudden touch.

"Oh my god-" he mutters under his breath.

You smirk, you love the control you have over him.

"How badly do you want me to fuck you? Hm?"

"So bad! Please, I'll do anything, just fuck me, please!"

Who are you to deny such a heartfelt plea? You grip his waist and pull out about halfway and slowly dip it in again. Angling yourself to hit his special spot. Slowly you pull out, your hand starts moving. Just as slow. And in. You're not gentle with your thrusting but you're being oh so slow. You know it drives him wild.

His greedy bottom rocking trying to get you to go faster.

"Pleaseeee~"

He mewls out, needy and vulgar. Jamie's eagerness and need for you never fails to inflate your ego.

"Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes!“

"And fast?“

"Yes- please!"

"You sure you can handle it big boy?"

"I can take it, please fuck my brains o-"

He doesn't have time to finish the sentence before you hold onto him hard and start pouding into his ass. Hand on his cock trying to keep up.

A myriad of moans escaping his lips. Eyes completely unfocused, hair a mess, drool dripping down onto the bedsheet. Hands gripping the bed capable of tearing it open.

"You... You take me so well Jamie..." Taking short and shallow breaths yourself, getting weary from the fast pace and brunt force you're fucking him at.

His cock is pulsing in your hand and his legs are trembling, just about to give out when you pull out leaving him feeling empty and gasping for air.

You grab him by his legs and flip him around. You want to see his pretty face when you make him come again.

You waste no time and enter him again, his face contorting from the sudden intrusion.

"Jerk yourself off for me. Good boy."

Both his hands at work, one cupping his balls and the other trying to match your pace the best it could.

You hold his legs up and press down, his lower back angled up. His head whipped back, fully visible to both you and the camera. Your dildo entering him and thrusting hard and fast. Faster. Harder. Your breath synchronized, his moans filling the room together with your grunts.

"I- I need to-"

"Come. Empty yourself for me."

He sees white and it happens in an instant. Ropes of seed shot up. Some hitting his face. Most of it pooling in his torso once more.

"That's right."

You keep fucking him until you're certain he's fully drained and then slow down. Still thrusting but at a much more bearable pace, almost gentle.

His legs continue to tremble in your hold. He ain't going anywhere after this, you'd be surprised if he could stand up right now.

You exit him and let go to grab his phone.

"You look so cute, all fucked out like a dirty slut~"

A smile flashes on his face for a second.

You flip the camera orientation and point it at him, covered in his own filth.

"Hey Jamie... Look here..."

He pries his eyes open, to look up at you...and the camera, confused.

You reach with your hand to his come once more, scooping the most of it.

"Open up... Stick your tongue out for me..."

He does as told, his with eyebrows furrowed and looking up at you as if begging for mercy.

You smear it onto his tongue.

"Clean it all up boy."

He does his best effort to lap it all up and leave your fingers spotless. Licking all over and sucking them in.

"What do you have to tell me for that?"

"T-thank you..."

You click the stop button. Perfect.

You put the phone aside and run your other hand through his hair.

"You did so well for me pretty boy... That's what you get for teasing me..."

"Still...still want to please you."

"Hm?" You look at him puzzled. How does he still have any energy after all that?

"You said you'd ride my face until you come all over me...please, let me please you..."

"Baby you don't have to, you must be exhausted..."

"I want it. Don't make me get on top of you after this." He snarls a little at the end. He is tired. A lot. But he's more than capable of flipping this whole situation on you if you don't grant him his wish and let him eat you out. On the bottom or on top, Jamie Siu always gets what he wants.

You unbuckle the strap's harness and your pants, letting them fall to the ground. Your shirt tossed aside immediately afterwards.

This is going to be a long day.

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