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kittyball23 · 5 months

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Soundproof (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: John Dory reveals that Rhonda is soundproof, and that little bit of information sits quite well with Poppy and Branch **Rated M**

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It was precisely three things that were serving as a distraction to Branch that night.

One was the incredibly delicious marshmallows in his hands, plopped into his mouth every few minutes so that he could experience its chewy, fluffy goodness in between the songs that he and his brothers were harmonizing to. Another was Poppy, sitting across him from the campfire alongside her sister Viva. Her deep, fuschia eyes - sparkling with the reflection of the crackling orange flames - remained trained to his blue whenever she spared a glance his way, letting him know by the intense gaze that there was something other than flames crackling between them.

Tension.

And it was one that was continuing to build as the evening progressed, all because of a small tidbit of information that was so graciously dumped upon them during the idle conversation among the group of friends. The information in itself being the third distraction.

Patience was not proving to be a virtue, however, and he and Poppy had to be pulled out of their dazed infatuation with one another several times - Viva nudging her sister with a giggle and Floyd nudging Branch wearing his own little smirk.

After what did feel like hours of happily enduring laughter, songs, stories and other shenanigans that could only ensue among siblings, the first yawn finally was emitted, coming out of Floyd. It in turn caused everybody else to realize just how tired they were, too. So when the other yawns and tired stretches followed suit to confirm it was true, Branch nearly felt like pulling his brother in for a hug. His favorite bro had come to his aid, even if he may not have known it! But while the fun between the seven friends had just concluded, the heated glint in Poppy’s eyes told him that their fun was just beginning.

Just as Branch’s thoughts began to wander somewhere ungentlemanly, John Dory’s loud voice broke through. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m bushed!” To demonstrate his point, he plopped down flat on his back upon his sleeping bag. “Guess it was pretty fun singing and roasting marshmallows after all, eh?” he chuckled after a moment.

Bruce hummed in agreement, munching on the last few in his possession. “Mmm-mmm! I gotta tell Brandy we should add these to the dessert menu,” he said, referring to his wife of whom he ran Vacay Island’s cantina with.

“Imma be the first one in line if you do that!” Clay exclaimed, exchanging a fist bump with the purple-haired Troll.

“Count me in on that, too!” Viva giggled. She too really loved marshmallows - her couch back in Putt Putt Village, in fact, was a marshmallow! And only now did it really occur to her to wonder how in the world she’d managed not to consume it for all those years living there. Shrugging it off, she turned to the gang with a large grin. “He’s right though,” she said, gesturing a thumb at John Dory. “This really was fun! I’d love for us to all hang again sometime!”

Floyd nodded his head, agreeing. “That would be nice.” He turned to Branch, seeking his younger bro’s opinion.

“Yeah,” the blue Troll responded, hoping he didn’t sound too breathless when he answered, his gaze still fixed on Poppy.

The Pop Queen, in a similar fashion, concurred with a little dazed “Uh-huh.”

Good nights were bid, sleeping bags unzipped, and wrappers to the Jumbo-sized marshmallow bags disposed of. As Branch went to go put out the campfire, he silently mouthed the words to Poppy that would let her know when they could get the ball rolling.

Five minutes.

He accompanied the words with hand gestures - one going forward, as though he were making the motion for the word “after,” and then another gesture tucking his hands under one side of his head, to make it look as though he were laying down to sleep. Poppy understood right away, confirming with a little wink and followed by a half-lidded gaze that made a tingle go down his spine. He tried to ignore it as he laid down in his sleeping bag, for the sake of surviving those next five minutes without her in his arms already, but found he couldn’t. Poppy’s effect was too strong, and the desires manifested themselves in delicious fantasies for what he ached to do with her. Fantasies of which would soon become a reality.

Branch lay until he was sure that he heard the sounds of heavy cadences of breathing and light, steady snoring. He waited an extra thirty seconds or so afterwards, just to be extra sure and, upon hearing no signs of activity, allowed himself to rise up and out of his sleeping bag, careful to take the utmost caution in not making any noise whatsoever.

Poppy, also having waited the allotted time, made to get out of her sleeping bag, too. In her haste to reach Branch’s side, she accidentally crunched on a dry leaf, the crinkling noise resounding around them. Both froze. With this number of Trolls snoozing in the vicinity, someone was bound to stir. And stir someone did.

Clay shifted in his bag, and Branch held his breath, fully expecting his older brother to blink his eyes open and catch the two of them sneaking off. But to his relief, the lime-green-haired Troll drowsily mumbled something about tax evasion and then snuggled back into his blanket. Poppy met her boyfriend’s eyes and scrunched her shoulders, a little blush tinting her cheeks and a quiet giggle escaping her. Branch rolled his eyes playfully, and simply extended his hand for her to take, a little smirk on his face. She squeezed it softly as he tugged them along, padding against the soft dirt floor underneath them to reach their destination. Once they got just outside of JD's beloved caterbus pet, he released from her grip, bringing his hand up to her face so he could pull her in for the kiss he'd been dying to share with her. Poppy obliged him willingly, parting her lips slightly to deepen it. He pulled away with some reluctance after several seconds, resting his forehead against hers. Branch’s voice was hushed and eager when he spoke, finally addressing that one point of crucial information in the earlier conversation that had been so easily glossed over by the others, even his brother - JD - himself, who had revealed it.

"Do you really think that Rhonda is completely soundproof?"

The question itself wasn't so crude, but for the purpose that he was asking it made his cheeks grow warm. He couldn't help but think back to the time when John Dory had made the very confident-sounding claim that Rhonda was waterproof, but it hadn't turned out to be so.

Poppy however didn't seem bothered, and snickered. "I mean, even if she isn't, I'm sure she'll make sure nobody bothers us. Won't you, girl?"

Branch gave a short gasp when he felt a rumble of a trill behind him in response, only coming to just realize that Rhonda had been awakened and was panting happily at the couple. She wagged her stumpy green tail, seeming to have understood what Poppy had said and more than willing to be of help.

Branch still looked a little bit uncertain, suddenly rethinking this little venture. Even with as much as he wanted this to happen, would it be wise?

"Poppy," he said, pausing to think of what he was going to point out to her first. That perhaps they shouldn't be partaking in these type of activities within a caterbus that was not theirs? With not one, nor two, or even three or four, but FIVE other Trolls who had the chance of waking up and catching them in the act? And what kind of mess would they leave behind on the bed? Branch couldn’t imagine the embarrassment that he would have to face if confronted by John Dory for anything that was leftover upon the sheets….

But Poppy was quick to already reply. And reply she did. "Brrranch…" His name was a teasing growl, the ‘r’ drawn arousingly as she opened Rhonda's side door, batted her lashes and gingerly stepped foot inside.

Branch sighed. That's it.

In a move that suddenly startled her, he swept in, hauling her up and off her feet and hoisting her in a bridal carry that had her doing her best to not squeal in surprise. As he toted her into the caterbus, he hoped Poppy wasn't prepared to sleep.

Because Branch sure wasn't.

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A loud, thumping in the night is what awakened him.

Floyd startled, a little groggy as he registered that it was still pitch black, the morning not broken through yet. He attempted to shut his eyes again and doze off, but a sudden rumbling in his stomach caught him off guard, letting the magenta-haired Troll know loud and clear that it was hungry.

One midnight snack will do, he thought. Or... whatever time it is. Floyd had no way of knowing in particular what hour it was. It could very well be past midnight, or just a few minutes before the crack of dawn. He went back and forth reasoning which of the two it could be as he made his light, tip-toeing steps towards Rhonda. JD had lots of goodies packed in his fridge and cabinets, so there was bound to be something to sedate him.

As his hand reached for the knob of Rhonda's door, prepared to turn, he stopped short at the sound of the thumping again, more pronounced. Floyd blinked. Was that coming from inside of the caterbus? He strained to listen, and heard a rapid creaking noise, as though springs were being pressed down upon over and over, accompanied with a long, drawn noise of some sort. A moan, he realized, the longer he had his ear perked to attention.

Wait a minute... He thought he recognized that voice. Was that… Poppy? Floyd blinked. Why? Had something happened to her? He glanced over to where the other Trolls had been sleeping, seeing for the first time that her sleeping bag was indeed empty...

...And so was Branch's.

Suddenly, the magenta Troll's brain began to put two and two together, the cogs shifting in his brain right as another thumping was heard, and a new moan that bore a resemblance to the name of his youngest bro resonated.

Something had happened to Poppy all right. But it wasn't anything bad.

It was…

They were...

“Oh!” he gasped. Floyd suddenly felt blood rush to his face, his appetite vanishing entirely and his stomach turning queasy. He hurriedly turned his heel, trying to dash as quickly as he could back to his sleeping bag before he had an accident, but failing as he tripped over one of his brothers.

"Ow," a drowsy mumble came from Bruce, and he began to sit up and rub his eyes at the disturbance. "Floyd? Dude, what's going on?"

Floyd waved his hands in a panic. "No! Bruce, go back to sleep. Please!"

"Huh?" Bruce cocked his head. "What are you talking abou - " His sentence was cut off by the sound of a shout, one that sounded an awful lot like their youngest brother. More thumping followed, and Bruce raised an eyebrow, clueless for a second, until realization dawned upon him. "Ohhhh," he said, cracking a smile once his thoughts were confirmed upon seeing the lack of Branch and Poppy in their respective sleeping bags. Rhonda affirmed it further, cutting her narrowed eyes at him as if daring him to try and intrude the private moment. So that's what they were up to. Bruce shook his head, fondly remembering a time when he and Brandy were younger, and would get up to their own share of frisky business. "Well, I'll tell you one thing for sure," he told Floyd, "If there was ever any doubt that Branch isn't a man, there certainly isn’t one now."

Two responses met the purple-haired Troll. One was another loud moan coming from the caterbus. The other was a groan of dismay from his magenta-haired brother.

"Didn't John Dory say she was soundproofed?" Floyd whimpered in mortification, pointing at Rhonda.

Bruce laughed. "Bro, Rhonda's not soundproof. JD just sleeps like a rock. See?" The brothers looked over at their eldest bro who indeed looked like a content stone just laying there. Un-rock-like though, he snored, drooling some from the side of his open mouth.

Of course, Floyd thought with a roll of his eyes. He cast a worried glance at Bruce. "Okay, but, um, what should we do? I'd love to go back to sleep, but not if I'm going to listen to… um… to…" He tried to think of the right word to describe what was happening without outright saying it, but found he didn't have to. He grimaced when Poppy cried out, making him shudder. "To that," he finished.

Bruce understood and patted a hand reassuringly on Floyd’s shoulder. "Not to worry, bro. I got you covered. Here, gimme your hand." Floyd extended his palm out, and Bruce reached into his hair, pulling out a couple of small objects.

Floyd was perplexed when he realized what it was. "Gumdrops?" he asked.

"Hey, I know they're delish, but they're also 100% soundproof, guaranteed."

Floyd narrowed his eyes, unable to help feeling skeptical. "You sure?"

Bruce nodded. "Yep! Trust me, I stuff them in my kids' ears every night right after they've gone to sleep, in case the wife and I ever get in the mood. So far, they haven't been disturbed a peep!"

Floyd felt his stomach lurch and then nodded. “Okay! Alright, I’ll take them.”

Bruce chuckled, putting his own gumdrops in his ears and snuggling back down. He dozed off once more, and Floyd soon after, the magenta-haired Troll relieved that true to his brother’s word, he heard nothing but the sound of silence.

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Poppy found the brilliant sun the following morning a perfect compliment to the equally sunny attitude she had. She stretched, recomposed herself, and took a great big whiff of the fresh air once she stepped out of Rhonda. Right as she began to replay the events of the previous night, she felt a pair of hands slink around her waist, belonging to the Troll she’d shared the wonderful experience with. She giggled a little as his caress lightly tickled her sides, and she turned to face him, bestowing a quick peck upon his lips.

“Morning,” he whispered.

“Morning,” she replied. She licked her lips with a little hum, noting the flavor he’d left behind on them. “I take it coffee's brewing?” she asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” he confirmed, tipping his messy-haired blue head back towards Rhonda. “Want a cup?”

“In a little bit,” she said. “Think I’m gonna stretch my legs out here a bit first. I’m, uh… still a bit sore.” She admitted it with a blush that made Branch chuckle.

“All right.” He better adjusted his leafy vest to conceal the purplish mark on the base of his neck, bruise-like in appearance if not for the indentations indicative of teeth, if one were to look closely enough - evidence of the Pop Queen’s handiwork, no doubt.

They exchanged another sweet peck, and then Poppy was off at her sister’s side in a couple of wobbly bounds.

“Wakey, wakey!” she chirped, shaking her shoulder.

Viva gave a short yawn and grinned when her sights set on her sister. “Hey, you!” she giggled, throwing her arms around her for a hug. Taking note of her messy pink hair and worried she’d tossed and turned through the night, Viva questioned her. “You sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” Poppy replied. Better than okay, actually, she added silently, remembering Branch’s arms around her and how expertly they’d handled her.

“Oh, good!” Viva breathed out. “Um, you do know your leg warmers are inside out, right?”

Poppy grinned sheepishly when she realized her sister was right. But she couldn’t help be disoriented, not after the way Branch made her so drunk on his love. She shrugged, grateful when Clay’s awakening interrupted them.

“Ah, man, I had the best dream ever!” he declared as he stretched, sitting up in his sleeping bag.

Viva rolled her eyes. “This isn’t the one where you’re drinking hot cocoa and finishing everyone’s taxes, is it?”

Clay raised a hand. “Guilty, and quite happy to be found so!” he laughed.

Viva chuckled and turned to her sister. “That’s Clay for ya!”

Poppy shook her head with a little grin and then spotted Floyd and Bruce. “Hey, guys!” she called. “Branch is at the caterbus brewing some coffee. Want some?”

Poppy then witnessed something peculiar. At the mention of their youngest bro, Floyd’s eyes widened and he exchanged a look with Bruce. The purple-haired Troll calmly replied for the two. “I’ll take a cup, Poppy, but I think Floyd’s gonna pass. He was a little sick last night, and he’s still not up to par just yet.”

Poppy’s eyebrows creased in worry. “Oh, no! Really?” She looked to the magenta-haired Troll for an answer.

“I’ll be fine,” Floyd squeaked, clearing his throat afterwards in hopes that nobody would question him further for his strange behavior. Attention was drawn from him when John Dory leapt upon his feet, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“Wassup, fam!” he cried, snapping his fingers. “I don’t know about you all, but I slept like a baby! A baby Branch that is.” He chuckled at his own joke, until the voice of his youngest brother stopped him.

“I thought I told you to refrain from calling me that!” Branch grumbled as he stepped towards them, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I was just playing, bro.” His expression then switched to a serious one. “For real though, dude, are you all right?”

Branch looked at him with confusion. “What’d you mean?”

John Dory exhaled. “Huh, I dunno if I was dreaming or something, but I coulda sworn I heard some screaming from you last night. And y’know, come to think of it, you too, Poppy!” JD scratched his head. “Were y’all having nightmares or something?”

In that instant, Poppy felt all the color rush to her face. Branch gagged midsip of the coffee he was drinking, and Floyd moaned, a hint of green tinting his face as he rushed into the bushes to heave what was in his stomach.

“NIghtmares!” Poppy laughed. “Nightmares he says!” She laughed until she felt herself grow light-headed, and then faint.

Not in much of a better state, Branch stood, frozen in shock and unresponsive to his surroundings, blue eyes open wide but unseeing.

“Uhhh… I feel like I missed something here,” JD said, puzzled.

Clay and Viva murmured their agreement as the former waved a hand in front of his little bro’s face and Viva fanned Poppy, who was still splayed on the ground.

“I didn’t,” Bruce mumbled.

JD’s head shot towards him. “What?”

“Nevermind,” the purple-haired Troll quickly said, plastering a nothing-is-wrong grin on his face. “Now, who wants gumdrops?”

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #brozone #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #viva trolls #fanfiction #kittyball writes #grown up stuff fanfiction #100+

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dreadsuitsamus · 8 months

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hi! i’m not sure if you’ve done this before but.. could i please request a vegeta x human!reader who’s heavily tattooed (legs, arms)? i have no real idea for a plot line for it but gather it’s not something he’s seen a whole lot of since coming to earth - if at all! happy for either SFW or NSFW, completely up to you if you don’t mind the idea? have a lovely day!

For Fun | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: this idea has absolutely made my day. it just begs for a sweet little vegeta learning moment, since normally it's him explaining saiyan culture. i have chosen the sfw path here! it's also funny bc i've been contemplating tattoos lol and a vegeta tattoo has been on the brain for some time now. thank you for your request!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, reader has tattoos, some nudity but no smut or anything remotely nsfw, post-namek but pre-androids and cell

You can feel Vegeta's eyes on you as you work on his suit, Bulma's lab being the only place you feel comfortable sharing space with him in— the racket of the tools at the very least would alert somebody of something nefarious happening. Your dear sister just had to have a soft heart (or rather, quite the boner) for the Saiyan, and now it's you that suffers the consequences while you patch up the blue suit with a precise needle and thread.

"I'm not going to ruin it." You snark at him, not exactly happy to be in his presence. He's a murderer! "I've fixed it for you before without an issue." Bulma's doing her best to copy whatever material this suit is made of, but she's having trouble competing with alien technology— though she'll certainly have it figured out soon. She's a petty thing on the regular, but test her intelligence with a challenge like this and she's more stubborn than acne on an asscheek.

"Mm." He never talks much, at least. But as you stretch your arm out to pull the thread taught, Vegeta moves to take your wrist in his hand. While strong and easily capable of smashing your poor bones to smithereens, his touch is on the softer side.

"What in the world are you doing?" Are aliens unaware of personal space??

Ignoring you initially, Vegeta's gloved fingers curiously glide along your forearm, eyes focused on the artwork adorning your skin. "Your tattoos make little sense. What sort of culture is this?"

"Culture?" You repeat the word dumbly, fighting the urge that lingers just under your skin, heart rate picking up as you will yourself not to shiver at his touch.

"These flowers and symbols, what do they represent? I've been on Earth long enough to know the culture here is nothing like these— furthermore, the lab rat has none at all."

The laugh that bubbles from your chest is easy. Perhaps Earth is the only planet, or one of few, with inhabitants that indulge in tattoos for pleasure rather than cultural representation. "They aren't part of any culture, Vegeta."

"Then what are they?" His brow furrows rather adorably, his lips pulling into a pout as you laugh at his ignorance.

"For fun."

"You marked yourself permanently for fun?"

"Sure did. I got tons of 'em. Some of 'em mean somethin', but for the most part they just bring me joy."

Vegeta releases you finally, shaking his head in a way that reminds you of your father when you first started inking up. "Silly Earth woman…"

"Oh come on. Tell me they aren't pretty." You smirk softly, eyes glittering with the twinkles of mischief. This is a new light on Vegeta, one that perhaps drew Bulma's generosity his way in the first place.

"Tch." A blush rises to his cheeks and he looks away, staring a hole into the wall. "They're not ugly."

A not-so-pretty snort escapes you as you resume patching the suit up, tying and clipping off the end of the thread after the hole is closed up. "I got my first tattoo when I was seventeen. I was young and dumb and in love with a guy I thought I would be with forever." You murmur softly, pulling up the leg of your sweatpants to show off the heart by your ankle. It's old and faded by now, but your lips still pull into a smile at it.

Vegeta takes the moment to examine it, brushing a curious knuckle over the tattoo. His curiosity is sweet, and this must've been on his mind for ages now— it's not like him to get handsy or remotely talkative at all. "Saiyans never took part in these."

It makes all the sense in the world; from what you've pieced together by Vegeta's quiet, rarely spoken about tales of home and with the love for fighting that gushes from both his and Goku's hearts, Saiyans aren't exactly sentimental. "Well… You're on Earth now. You could get a tattoo just for the hell of it."

"I have no need." Vegeta looks away again, and you shrug to yourself.

"They're not for everyone, I guess." You hold the repaired suit out, feeling a tad bummed out that the sight of him in a tank top and sweatpants will be gone soon, but a lilt of surprise thrums in your heart when he sets it on the table and looks at you instead.

"Do you… have more of them?"

You laugh and tug at your t-shirt, pulling it off in the face of the blushing prince and revealing several more tattoos, most of which he's never seen before. "You got time?"

"You could certainly warn a man before you start stripping." He grumbles out, forever the prude even in the face of a gorgeous woman and her body.

"So sorry." Your tease bounces off of him as his curious fingers run along the lines on your tummy, sides and just below your breast. You're bare to him almost entirely, as you've never worn a bra at home and certainly didn't intend to start just because a man moved in, though his eyes and touch are calmly curious and genuinely interested in the artwork you're laced with, rather than the perky breasts and soft skin that would have most men acting a fool by now.

It almost has you feeling ugly, though that near-permanent tint of red that dusts his cheekbones reminds you otherwise.

"Don't forget the one on my back." Your murmur is gentle, only there to invite him further into the journey without jostling his concentration too much. And he takes your advice, stepping behind you while tracing the intricate linework of the massive tattoo, pausing at the sight of the gorgeous mural on your back. You've spent quite a bit of money on this, suffered the pain of the needle piercing and permanently scarring your skin to the patterns that'll forever mark you, and the admiration Vegeta has for your commitment alone is monumental.

Even gloved, his touch warms your skin in the lab's cool conditions and that little spot on your back, the one that had you shaking and embarrassed as your tattoo artist that, bless his resilience, dealt with with more care than a fucking surgeon to properly tattoo, flutters against the accidental tickle. You shift, muffling a laugh into your palm and there's a pause before Vegeta drags his fingertips over the spot again, and then once more.

"Your laugh isn't ugly either." He mutters and steps away, the warmth of his proximity erased and goosebumps covering your body now.

Standing ten toes down and looking over your shoulder, your lips twist in gentle glee upon catching his dark eyes with your own. It's taken some time, but you've finally found what Bulma saw in Vegeta that allowed him into your shared home.

He's flustered by such intimacy and he quickly snatches his Saiyan suit up before rushing towards the door. "Put a shirt on, you vile woman, or you'll catch a cold." Vegeta grumbles out, hightailing it towards the comfort of his gravity room and far away from whatever the hell just happened.

"Must be the first time he touched a woman." You snicker, tugging your shirt on and cleaning up the mess, lest your sister properly bitch you out for it later on.

The ghost of his touch remains, and even under the duress of several times Earth's gravity, Vegeta's palms fondly remember the feeling of your skin.

#vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #dbz imagine #vegeta imagine #vegeta #x reader #x you #reader insert

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ladiemars · 28 days

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I love Nor and her giant sad puppy eyes, I would love to know more about her

thank you!! have a hastily drawn nor ft. her giant sad sopping wet puppy eyes:

+ a giant nor lore dump below the cut જ⁀➴

➸ her whole character was inspired by that one textpost that’s like, “characters with both the abject terror and desperation of an animal that knows it is cornered and destined to be eaten. you just can't get that kind of angst out a successful hunter” and this quote by james harriet: “if having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.”

➸ she’s is the product of a union between a drow woman and a deep imaskari man. for those who don’t know, the deep imaskari are a human subrace (from 3e) that have stone-like skin and hair that’s white or black. because that’s nor’s human half, most people assume she’s completely drow upon meeting her, since did not inherit any features from her father that would make her look less like her drow mother.

➸ the deep imaskari live longer than other humans—up to 550 years—so nor ages at a rate more akin to drow and elves than half-elves or humans. nor believes she’s currently around seventy years old, though she could be off by a decade or two. she’s not sure when she was born and has long periods without human contact. she really isn’t sure how much time has passed.

➸ she has no given name, but eventually ended up going by the name ratcatcher, which is what the locals in baldur’s gate called her. halsin is the one who names her nor shortly after they meet, which is the elven word for “passion” and also “run.”

➸ this excerpt from one of my fics sums up her urchin/orphan to urban ranger/beastmaster pipeline pretty well:

➸ around the age of twenty, nor grew to resent humanity so much that she decided to leave baldur’s gate and live in the forest with only animals for company for half a century. (this is when she lost track of time completely.) in the forest, she became an expert in survival, attuning her ears to the slightest twitch in the air, to every noise and smell. she lived in a cave and slept curled up beside velvet on a bed of willow leaves. the events of baldur’s gate 3 is the first time in decades that she’s had social interaction.. and it shows.

➸ she has a little wolfdog companion named velvet. (i’ve drawn him and her and halsin and scratch here). he was another half-breed who didn’t quite being anywhere, so they bonded very deeply. (fun fact: velvet killed the elder brain in my first playthrough as nor. he’s a legend in faerun now.)

➸ laezel is her bestie. they are ride or die. neither of them understand a damn thing about faerun or its inhabitants. but that also means they don’t judge each other for anything, cause they both just kind of assume what the other is doing is normal

➸ a big part of her character is her dynamic with the emperor. she gets manipulated by him so bad because he tells her everything a forgotten, unloved creature wants to hear: i need you, i’ll protect you, you’re not like other people, we’re a team, you can trust me, i want you to join me, you aren’t alone. it’s not until he begins to pressure and compel her to become illithid against her will she starts to fear him and his power over her, and after certain revelations she realizes he was using her and turns on him altogether.

➸ obviously she romances halsin. i love the dynamic of beastmaster/druid. they’re extremely well suited because they’re both such inherently good people and they bond a lot over their love for nature. they are also the only two people who can really understand each other’s animalistic quirks.

i’ve written some fics with her that you can read here if you’re interested. >:3c

#nor #ratcatcher #baldur’s gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #bg3 fanart #mars draws #asks #my art #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate #dungeons and dragons #half drow #ranger tav

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bunnypansy · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet: Trey Clover!

Rated R, for EXPLICIT CONTENT!

A short script covering the ABCs of Trey Clover's sex life!

Featuring: Trey Clover, and you!

Beware! This film contains: sexual content obviously, mentions of size kinks, mild stuffing, mild degradation, praise, cum eating and mild exhibitionism, gender neutral reader

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

AFTERCARE KING!!!! Trey prepares what you’ll need after sex beforehand, like in a little first aid kit by the bed. There’s a washcloth in there, granola bars, water, disinfectant wipes, bandaids- you name what you need and he’ll have it. That doesn’t mean he isn’t romantic either! Trey will press little kisses anywhere he paid extra attention to during your “session”, tell you how well you did and how pretty you are. Overall, Trey is quick, but thorough! Doing everything that needs to be done so you can both get some rest; he’s just the perfect man

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like Trey is partial to necks? Weird but hear me out. I don’t think he’d mind a total door of a partner, but he likes a nice, shapely neck! Perfect for biting, tucking his head into while cuddling, tracing while yall fuck-

For his own body? Probably hands. I think his hands are big and his fingers are thick, and he just loves how they look on your body. He’s fairly strong so he can easily leave hand shaped bruises while gripping your hips, and can finger-fuck you brainless without breaking a sweat. Trey definitely considers his hands his greatest assets

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Trey. Is. Well. Hydrated! His cum isn’t watery per say, but you’re not about to be chugging toxic sludge with him- think glaze, yes this is intentional. His diet is pretty good (besides all the sweets), but he very genuinely offers to use Doodle Suit to make his cum taste better. I think he cums a fair amount? Not a bucketloads, but also not sad little piddles. Trey prefers to his cum on your body rather than in your body, so he’ll usually pull out and cum on your stomach or even your mouth- bastard will even cum in a condom, yank it off and then empty the contents into your mouth

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would love to fuck you in semi-public places; kitchens, bathrooms, libraries. The risk of getting caught is something he gets off on, and the idea of teasing you for being too noisy has blood rushing to his dick- he’s scared to tell you though, because he doesn’t wanna freak you out

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced? No. He’s too busy, honestly. I think Trey’s messed around a bit, a handy here, some dry humping there, but he has definitely not gone all the way; I think he’s a bit traditional in that he’d like his first time to be special

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Trey prefers being able to see your face, so he prefers the mating press; he likes to show off his strength by pinning your legs up high, and feels like he can get really deep in this position. I think he’d like a full nelson once in a while, but only if he can get you in front of a mirror

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Trey definitely sees sex and a fun and intimate way to bond with his partner, so there’s room for humor! He’s not usually the type to crack jokes, but if you say or do something funny, he’ll pause and laugh a little bit too

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Carpet does indeed match the grassy looking drapes (insert “mowing the lawn” joke here). He’s not the type of guy to be hairless down there, but he keeps it short, clean and well groomed. He’s got a happy trail, but regularly shaves it off- TELL HIM TO STOP!!!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

While Trey doesn’t get overly sappy during sex, he does have moments where he absolutely melts for you and it shows very very clearly. He’ll press even closer to you, murmur sweet things to you and place a few new hickies on your skin

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

His libido isn’t crazy, so I don’t think he’s super into masturbating; but every now and then (I say every 1-2 weeks) he gets the urge and decides to rub one out. He’ll take it slow and really try to enjoy himself, rather than just get his rocks off and get over with it- however this is all before you’re dating, afterwards is a bit of a different story. Trey gets needier after you enter a relationship, so his once every two weeks turns into 3 times a week if you guys are regularly fucking, and more if you aren’t

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Size difference: He likes feeling like the strong, dominant one in the bedroom, having a partner he can manhandle makes him feel good

Mild Exhibitionism: Trey likes showing off, simple as that. His more teasing and dominant side comes out in the bedroom, so having people stumble in on him fucking his beautiful partner makes him embarrassed, yes, but also kinda extra horny

Edging: Mans. Is. A. Tease. And I won’t hear otherwise! He needs control over things and your orgasm is one of them

Mild Stuffing: Wait let me explain- Trey is particularly into the act of feeding you, specifically by hand, less about the after-effects of eating. Again, this is a control thing, this guy is a micromanager in my heart

Mild Degradation: His degradation always comes with an overly-sweet tone that makes you feel small, have some sample phrases; “Oh? You got really loud when I hit riiiight here. Oh oh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” “Who knew you could be so slutty, huh babe?” “Hush, you have to be quieter or the rest of the dorm will know you’re a whore.”

Praise: Giving, receiving, Trey likes praise! He loves you and he wants you to know he loves you! Extra points if you praise him too, he feels underappreciated at times

Cum Eating: Trust me when I say that you will be clean after sex with Trey. He doesn’t let a single drop go to waste, and he won’t let you waste any of his cum either. Finish your food (:

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Classrooms after school, specifically right on your desk. He likes the mild risk of fucking you in a public area after everyone is meant to be gone, and the idea that you’ll think of him plowing your brains out everytime you sit there warms his heart… and his cock-

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Facial expressions!!! Definitely!!! He likes the faces you make when he thrusts right into a sensitive spot, or the disappointed look when he edges you all over again, it’s his favorite part of sex

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Food play. Everyone decides this is the number 1 Trey kink, but I say nay! I think baking and food in general remind him too much of his family, and therefore trying food play makes him think of his siblings which is a total boner killer

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Trey definitely prefers giving to receiving oral- he’s bad at thinking of his own needs. He loves giving head tho, it’s the perfect way to edge you and eat your cum at the same time! Not to mention the faces you make when he does something juuuust right. However, he does like cumming on your face and watching you swallow his cum!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think Trey always starts with a moderate pace so he can focus on making deeper thrusts and hitting all your sensitive spots, then goes rougher and faster when he gets close to cumming - but he has a tendency to slow down when he feels more emotional and intimate

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Trey doesn’t love quickies, he prefers to take his time to really play with you, but if you’re having sex in a semi-public area, he understands the necessity of ripping his pants off and gettin ‘er done. That being said, a quickie usually leads to him taking you home for a longer, more satisfying session.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to experiments! Obviously there are some things he’ll probably say no to (bodily fluids and really harming you), but if you want it, he’ll try it! He’s not the type to spring something new on you in the middle of sex, he much prefers talking it out beforehand. And yes, I will answer the age old question: can you peg him? Yes. He’s not going to suggest it first, as it’s not something he’s particularly interested in, but he’ll try it, and actually ends up enjoying it!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s a one and done kind of guy; after cumming once, he can get overstimulated very easily and Trey is not down for the pain entailed. However, he makes that single round last; does not skimp on foreplay in the slightest and always makes sure you’ve cum at least once before he starts thinking about his own pleasure

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Trey isn’t huge on toys- it’s a little bit silly, but he kind of gets jealous of your dildo. Isn’t he enough?? You don’t need that, you have him. However, he does see the use of a simple bullet vibrator; running it up and down your cock or pressing it to your clit while he fucks you and making you squirm juuuuuust right.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Big tease. Massive tease. HUMONGOUS tease. Trey likes when you ask him for sex, even when he’s the one who’s feeling it; and he’s going to make this your problem. He knows all the subtle little ways to get you hot and bothered, a brush near your thighs here, and a whisper in your ear there- he’s far more manipulative than he lets on! Eventually you’re so worked up from his teasing that you go running to Trey, then he has the audacity to call you needy! The nerve.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Trey mostly pants and grunts during sex, an occasional moan slipping out; but if you can talk your way into giving him the suck? He gets much much noisier, moaning and gasping and even whining, ugh, it’s beautiful.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kind of fantasizes about you as a househusband/wife. Regularly gets off on imagining himself coming home from work, and fucking your brains out in the kitchen while you try to cook. Something about the domesticity gets him so riled up, and he’s desperate to roleplay it with you, but too embarrassed to ask.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I give him 6.5 inches flaccid and 7 when he’s hard, medium girth. Honestly, his dick is a bit pretty, I think it’s got a little freckle at the base and his tip is a nice peachy-pink that goes very red when he’s close.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

While initially pretty low, his libido goes waaaaaaaaaaay up after you start dating; he’ll be wanting it at least twice a week, if not a couple rounds more- not that he’s going to ask you directly, if he can avoid it. Trey prefers to feel needed, rather than needy, and while he’s fully capable of asking you for sex when he really wants it, more often than not he’s going to wait for you to ask

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Trey has a good amount of time before he knocks out after sex, usually managing to clean you up and get a good shower in before he decides to go to sleep. However, if you’ve both gone for an especially taxing round, there’s a chance he’ll just flop down on top of you and decide to do it later.

That's the end of today's showing! Thank you for watching!

This was mostly me brainrotting about Trey again, he makes me stupid fr

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smellingofpoetry · 1 year

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Last Time?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: They promised each other it would be the last time.

Square/s Filled: “Age Difference” (@spnchristmasbingo), "Lingerie" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Dirty Talk" (@spnkinkevents), “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: age difference, smut, 18+, finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk

Rating: +18

Words count: 2460

A/N: Hi there! Not long ago I wrote a fic called “A few moments of madness” for the beautiful @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone. It was fun writing that one, especially the part where I left with that huge plot twist. I genuinely thought it was the end of the road for this story, though, until the inspiration hit me. And what was I supposed to do if not write it down? So, here we are today. I think I’m starting to figure out my way with smut, but I’ll let you judge that. Let me know what you think about it. Enjoy!

He was in big trouble.

Since his little accident with his best friend's daughter - if that's what you wanna call it - he tried to avoid Benny at all costs. He did a pretty good job if you asked him, until the Christmas holidays. He wasn't in the mood to celebrate since what happened with Lisa, and he definitely didn't want to spend Christmas under the pity glances his family would throw at him. Sunday's lunch was already too much for his own taste. So, he decided to spend Christmas alone for once. Maybe eating take-out on the couch just like a grown-up person would do. He had everything planned already until Benny asked him to join him for Christmas dinner.

Dean knew he should have ignored the bell ring - he knew it.

Either way, he agreed because it was Benny and because, of course, he felt guilty for what he did. So, now, he was stuck celebrating Christmas with his best friend and his daughter. Yes, the same girl he had fucked months ago, and he still jerked off at the thought of it, even though he would deny this last piece of information with all his strengths if anyone asked him.

Dean had a plan, though.

He had spent the prior night wide awake, planning his way through the whole Christmas dinner. It was a solid plan, and he was kinda proud of it. He just needed to stay away from Y/N and follow every step just like he had planned them.

What could possibly go wrong?

They were halfway through dinner and Dean was pretty sure he was going to hell. His plan, which was supposed to be solid, blow up in his face the moment he stepped inside his friend's house. He didn't even know how that happened, but here he was facing Y/N at the dinner table. He did his best to avoid her gaze and participate in the conversation, but if he had to be honest the only thing he could see was her bent down on his kitchen counter. Because of that he almost choked on his food on multiple occasions. Thank God his friend was too busy making sure everything was perfect for his daughter.

Yeah, his daughter…

Dean's thoughts trailed off again until he realized he was staring at her sweater a bit too much.

"Oh, crap, I forgot the beans."

Benny's voice caught his attention just in time to see his friend get up. Dean followed suit without thinking about it, too afraid to be left alone with Y/N.

"I'll go get them." he tried, earning a weird look from Benny.

"No, man, sit down. You're our guest. I'll be right back."

And with that Benny was already out of the room, leaving Dean with his napkin still in his hands, staring at the door. He cleared his throat, glancing at Y/N, who was watching him amused, before sitting down again.

"You're being weird," she told him while sipping her wine.

"No, I'm not." he scoffed, even though he knew she was absolutely right about it. Y/N raised one of her brows, watching him from the rim of her glass which earned an eye roll from Dean.

"Okay, fine, but in my defense, I just want you to know that when I came here, I had a solid plan to walk me through this..." he said, gesturing at them and the room they were in it.

"Oh, and how's going?" she asked amused, trying her very best to hide her smirk. Y/N figured she had done a poor job from the way Dean was looking at her - unimpressed.

"Clearly, it ain't working."

"Clearly," Y/N smirked, putting down the glass she was still holding.

Dean scowled at her, wanting to kiss that smirk out of her face. Wait, what? No. Absolutely, no. - he had to scold himself for thinking stuff like that about his friend's daughter, even if that same person was looking too damn cute for her own good.

"Okay, stop doing that."

"Stop what?" she asked with her brow raised in confusion.

"You know what! Never mind," he said, stubbing some of the vegetables on his plate with the fork. He didn't even like vegetables, for fuck’s sake. Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, glancing in the direction of the kitchen before leaning more toward Dean.

"Look, I know that we started on the wrong foot..."

"You can say that again." Dean scoffed, gulping down a generous amount of red wine.

"And I would like for Benny not to know about, you know..." she said, pointing at the two of them. "...us."

Dean sit up straight at that, putting down his glass and leaning more in her direction before speaking in a lower voice.

"He can never know about us," he said, panicked.

"So, could you, I don't know, act a bit more normal?"

Dean furrowed his brow, opening and closing his mouth a few times his mouth trying to find the right words.

"Yeah, right, right. I can do that," he assured her, even though he wasn't sure who he was really trying to convince, her or himself. She nodded her head with a small smile, satisfied by his answer.

"Great. And, oh, Dean, what happened between us..."

"...it can never happen again." he agreed, finishing her sentence.

Y/N was pressed against the wall, her Christmas sweater pulled up and her breast spilling out from her red bra. Her skirt was around her waist by now, while her panties were discarded somewhere on the floor. She could still picture Dean's face when he discovered the lingerie she was wearing under her Rudolph sweater.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of Dean's cold fingers against her hot skin. Y/N felt them travel along the inside of her leg until he reached her aching pussy. He ran his fingertips along her slit way too gently, making her ache even more.

"Please..." she moaned, letting her hips sway back and forth in search of some friction.

"You want more, hm?"

Y/N nodded her head enthusiastically, trying to stifle a moan and failing miserably. Dean smirked, biting down on his lips. Yeah, hell was definitely waiting for him, and he couldn't care much.

"Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me, sweetheart," he whispered, taking away his hand from between her legs. Dean saw her open her mouth, sticking her tongue out for him and he had to restrain himself to not groan out loud. Damn, this woman - he thought while pushing three of his fingers inside her mouth. Y/N welcomed him without saying a word, sucking his fingers as if her life depended on it. Dean's free hand traveled down his pants, unbuttoning them to free his aching cock. He pushed them down just under his ass, taking down with them his boxer. His cock sprung free, tip red and precum already leaking. Y/N sucked at his fingers one more time before letting them free, licking her lips right after. Dean didn't even give her time to think about what was coming next and his three fingers found their way between her legs again. He circled her clit a few times before pushing inside her wet folds. He fingered her hard and fast, watching her take it thrust after thrust while taking hold of himself and giving a few strokes at his hard cock.

"Oh! God... Dean..." she whimpered, moving her hips against his hand while trying to hold herself somewhere, anywhere. She could already feel herself getting closer and closer, already tasting the pleasure when his fingers stopped, making her whine. Dean put his hands on her hips helping her move on her unsteady legs, positioning her in front of the bathroom mirror. He stayed behind her, watching her intently while his hands traveled along her body. He reached for her breasts, squeezing both of her tits in his hands and making her moan.

"You have to be quiet, now, Y/N. Can you do that for me, hm?" He asked her, licking the skin on her neck before latching his lips around her earlobe. She bit down on her lip, nodding her head at his question. Dean smiled with her earlobe still trapped between his teeth. He sucked at her skin one more time just for good measure before helping her lean forward.

"Bend down on the sink and spread your legs for me."

He didn't need to tell her twice. Y/N bent down, spreading her legs in the process. She felt exposed under Dean's gaze which made her even wetter than she already was. Dean bit on his lip, unable to take away his eyes from her glistening pussy. He took hold of himself, letting his cook brush against her folds a few times before lining himself at her entrance. He started to slowly push inside her, his eyes never leaving the mirror to watch her every single expression. Y/N closed her eyes, biting down on her lips to stifle the moans wanting to escape her. Dean let his fingers disappear between her hair, gripping a few of her strands and pulling them towards him. Y/N followed his movement arching her back and exposing her breasts even more.

"Open your eyes, babe. I want you to watch me fuck you," he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver against him. She breathed heavily, taking a few seconds to regain control over her heart before opening her eyes just like he had asked her. The moment her eyes opened and looked at him through the mirror, Dean filled her with a deep thrust. Her whole body was pushed forward, and Y/N barely had the time to put one of her hands on the mirror to keep herself from crushing against it. She tried to follow every push of Dean's hips, matching his rhythm.

"Look at you, being fucked in your dad's bathroom by his friend." Dean panted in her ear, while still fucking her with a brutal pace. Y/N bit down on her lip harder, but she couldn't help the sound that came out of her at Dean's words. So, she put a hand around her mouth not trusting herself enough to be quiet, not when he was playing dirty. Dean smirked at her reaction, thrusting hard inside her while one of his hands went to her breast squeezing hard.

"Do you think he noticed your absence or he's too busy with the new year eve's party?" he asked her, knowing full well she wasn't going to answer him too busy pushing her hips against his hard cock. He let slip his free hand in between her legs, founding her clit.

"What would Benny think if he saw you right now, hm?" Dean felt her walls fluttering around his cock at that, making him falter for a moment.

Y/N let go of her mouth free even though she knew that wasn't a smart move, but the need to hold on to something was too much. So, she held onto the sink not being able to do anything if not stay there and take every push of Dean's cock ready to burst.

"Dean..." she whined, hoping that the music downstairs would cover her moans.

"You'd like that, don't you?"

"Oh God..."

"Say it," he told her, rubbing faster and faster at her hardened clit.

"Fuck... yes! Yes... yes..." she sobbed while the hardest orgasm of her life washed over her; her juices coating his cock. Dean groaned at the sight of her coming undone and after a few more thrusts he was spilling inside her, filling her up.

"Fuck, babe, yes." he panted in her ear, while his hips spasmed a bit more.

Dean collapsed on her, being careful to not crush her against with his weight. He breathed heavily, resting his forehead against her shoulders. Y/N rested against the cool sink, trying to catch her breath while letting her fingers travel between Dean's locks.

"That was..." he whispered, licking at his cracked lips.

"...the last time?" she asked him, scratching at his scalp making him moan.

"Yeah."

"You already said that yesterday after you fucked me on your couch..." she whispered, glancing at the mirror to look at him. Dean hid his face in the crock of her neck, grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them.

"...and the week before when we fucked in your car..." she whimpered, knowing exactly what she was doing while he bit down her skin.

"...and at Christmas dinner..."

Dean pulled hard at her nipples, making her gasp, and her core clenched around him but that seemed not to be enough to stop her.

"...half an hour later I was sucking you off, remember?" she asked, pushing him away gently just enough to turn around to have a better look at him. Dean let her move, still keeping her trapped between him and the sink, already missing the warmth of her pussy around him.

"Yeah, I remember that like I remember being balls deep inside you while your dad was sleeping three doors down," he whispered kissing her hard, letting his tongue swirl around hers.

God, she was able to make him a needing mess - he thought making a huge effort to push away from her. Dean licked at his lips, tasting her while slowly starting to recompose himself the best he could.

"We should get dressed and go downstairs before midnight," he said to her, bending down to grab her red lacy thong. She nodded her head, starting to adjust her bra before pushing down in his place her sweater. Dean kneeled at her feet helping her with her panties, pulling them up at her leg, and stopping halfway through to give one last lick at her wet pussy. Y/N shivered at that, opening her legs a bit more to give him better access at which she earned a gentle suck at her lips before he pulled her panties all the way up. Dean got up, kissing her one last time letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"You go first, and I'll follow in a few," he said to her, watching her adjust her skirt before walking to the door. She put her hand around the knob ready to turn it when she glanced at him.

"So, last time?" Y/N asked him just to be sure.

"Last time."

"Great, I'll see you back at your house then."

She winked at him before opening the door and slipping out of the bathroom. Dean closed the door behind her, resting his head against the cool wooden.

He was a dead man, but damn if it wasn't worth it.

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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vandalism in the closet

Rushing off to Atlantic City to elope with Eddie might be a stupid idea, it might be the best idea you've ever had. But if there's one thing you do know, it's that rockstars know how to trash hotel rooms.

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader tags: 18+ ONLY, explicit, established relationship, elopement, dom!eddie, also soft!eddie, fluff, post-canon, like circa 1989 or something word count: 4k+ a/n: if you listen to She Rides by Danzig right as you start reading, by the time Eddie starts singing lyrics the song should also be around the same lyrics. fun thing i noticed lol but uhh yeah this one is minimally edited so feedback and comments are appreciated as always. likes are great, reblogs are better.

When you and Eddie came up with the idea in the middle of the night, you thought you’d change your minds somewhere along the way.

Hopped up on the adrenaline of his cock buried inside you, his hair dripping sweat onto your shoulders, you thought the cold swipe of a wet washcloth on your stomach would change things.

You thought when your heart rate slowed you’d change your answer, he’d tell you nevermind, you’d both just give up the idea.

When he slipped one of his rings on your finger—the corroded steel band and webbed howlite crystal just a tad too big for your ring finger—you still didn’t think it was real.

When you hopped in the van, when you loaded up with snacks at the corner store, every pit stop and refuel, every passing state line—commemorated with grainy photos from your polaroid.

Every memory you’d made in the eleven hours it took to get to Atlantic City, none of it felt real.

Sure, you could’ve gone down to the courthouse, could’ve celebrated at the Hawkins motel, but Eddie wouldn’t stand for it.

“Only the best of the worst for my girl,” He’d said with a wink, with your hand pressed against his lips.

And though the Elvis impersonator was booked, Cher ended up being a better stand in. Good enough for you. Good enough for two idiots who found themselves wearing makeshift rings and rushing off to the nearest high rise hotel.

You were against the wall before the door closed, Eddie’s mouth on your neck, towering over you, his hand on the wall above your head.

“Why don’t you go get all pretty on the bed for me?” His voice had you shuddering, and you pulled him in by the back of the neck for a filthy kiss. Your tongue pushed into his mouth, the slick of his lips sliding against yours, a faint growl sitting in his throat.

You ducked under his arm, and his hand caught you with a firm smack on the ass before you rushed over to the bed, slipping out of the flowing white dress you’d pulled from the back of your closet and thrown on.

Shucking off his jacket, he followed you into the suite, diverting to turn on the radio. He turned the dial, finding Danzig somewhere between poppy Madonna and the immortal Sinatra. Cranking the volume up as loud as it would go, he pointed at you and mouthed the lyrics, shaking his head as he stepped towards you.

You leaned back on your elbows, melting into the mattress as his figure covered you. The giddiness in your chest had you laughing, but as he whispered the lyrics, one of his large, calloused hands dragging down your body, you choked on your laughter.

She slides, Down inside your skin

Falling to his knees on the carpet, he put a hand on either thigh, spreading you slowly, letting his head fall back, shaking his hair with the words.

In time, She will make you scream

He buried his head between your legs, sucking a wet patch into your underwear, hands on the insides of your thighs stretching you open as wide as you could stretch. Wider, still.

You lost all sense in that moment, before his tongue had even touched your cunt, before he’d snapped your underwear away from you with his teeth, sticking them in his back pocket before diving back into your folds. The music was deafening, thrumming in your chest, making you ache for him.

Without asking, you knotted your fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper against you, burying his face between your legs.

Eddie was too amped up to care, the coarse black denim of his jeans straining his hard cock. He brought a hand down to his bulge, groaning into your pussy as he palmed himself, as he unzipped, tugging on his cock until he was starting to lose focus on making you scream.

Letting go of his cock, he resituated his hand on your body, sliding over your bare tits, his thumb smoothing over the hard nipple, squeezing nail marks into your skin.

His tongue swiped up your slit, flat against the wall of nerves, head tilting left and right, coating your cunt with his slick spit.

You slammed your head back into the bed, over and over as his tongue worked your clit, fuckfuckfuckfuck and please, fuck right there, pleasepleaseplease and all manner of noises almost completely silenced by the thrashing music from the radio.

Eddie could hear you, though, could feel your voice from your chest, from the way your tits bounced with each jerk of your body, each spasm of nerves, from your head smashing into the mattress, desperate for release. Hot air hit your cunt as Eddie laughed, his lips pressing into your inner thighs, licking away the beads of sweat, skin flushed from the way his hair smothered your skin.

You combed your fingers through his hair, waiting for his tongue to come back, waiting for his face in your pussy, waiting for the release you thought you were promised. You whined and lifted your head up, watching as he stared at you from beneath furrowed brows, tongue skating up your abdomen, between your tits.

Whining again, your hands sliding over your thighs, just grazing the slick skin of your cunt before Eddie shook his head at you, and you snapped them back, curling them up between your bodies.

He brought his lips close to your ear, almost a whisper with the music blaring, and you felt the tip of his cock prod at your hole.

“What’re you whining for, huh?” He teased his tongue on the outer cup of your ear, “You don’t think I’d take care of my wife.”

Not stated with fondness, but with possession, he slammed his dick into you, and you inhaled a sharp gasp of air.

“Cause that’s what you are now, isn’t that right?” Fucking his cock into you, he slid a hand behind your head, nails against your scalp, tearing at your hair, tugging until it hurt.

“You gonna be my good little housewife? Let me fuck you against the stove? Suck me off when I come home from work?” He threw his head back and cackled, closing his eyes and ramming into you harsher and faster until you were losing your breath.

The rough hilt of his pelvis against your clit, the bursting pressure of his cock in your cunt, he had already worked you enough with his mouth and before you could stop it you were spasming and crying, clawing at the comforter on the bed, framing your bodies with the plush linen.

Eddie came not long after, hot bursts of cum seeping from the seams of your cunt, his cock pumping the orgasm out from your body, belt buckle clinking with every thrust. He kept fucking you without letting you cool down, but you were high on the night, high on Eddie, and the blunt you’d smoked on the way to the hotel room helped too.

Tugging his shirt off, he ducked back down to your mouth, squeezing your jaw with his hand and sticking his tongue between your lips.

“If you think I’m gonna give you a break, you’re dead fucking wrong.”

Except, he eventually did.

You both thanked the universe for all-night room service, a white rolling cart of fries and crab and whatever your blissed out minds could think of was there twenty minutes from the moment Eddie put the phone down.

White robes adorning your slicked up bodies, you sat on the floor of the suite’s living space, shoveling food into your mouths.

He threw a fry at you, and you caught it between your teeth, beaming at the applause he gave you.

You took a swig of the champagne he’d ordered, cringing at the taste. Eddie smiled, exhaling a laugh from his nostrils.

“Hey you uh,” He started, reaching over to play with the cuff of your robe, “You think we made the right decision?”

Shrugging, you brought his hand to your lips, kissing the knuckles, “I dunno, but like, do we ever know?”

He looked down and nodded, swallowing hard, shaking himself out of his worry, “Guess not.”

You squeezed his hand, interlacing your fingers and swinging them in an arc, back and forth in the air, staring at the ring on your hand, the rings on his. The way they slid together, scratched up over years of use.

You sang the words, plucky and brief, “I. just. know. I. love. you!” Bouncing your hands in the air with each word, you smiled at him and cocked your head, “Eddie, I drove eleven hours in the car with you and we didn’t like, die or kill each other. You ask me, we’re battle tested, baby.”

There was a moment of pause when he looked at you, the amused smile on his lips teetering between keeping the moment sweet and turning you into a slobbering mess again. The way you rested his hand on your thigh with a gentle pat, the way you went back to the pile of fries, a sip of champagne, a grimace. You did a double-take when you realized his eyes hadn’t left you once, those cavernous brown eyes that wrapped you in warmth, brought you home.

“What?” You asked, physically unable to wipe the smile from your lips.

He propped his elbow up on the table, sitting his cheek in his palm, “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his nose, “No, you.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “Babydoll, how are you still this blitzed?”

Shrugging again, you teetered over to his lips, and he slid his hands into your hair, his palms pressed against your cheek.

“You know how much I love you?” He asked, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips, the tips of your noses brushing against each other with every deep inhale he took.

“Nope.” You grinned, letting your head fall into your shoulders, staring up at him.

He kissed you, a deep, smothering kiss that lit up your brain, had you melting against him. The kind of kiss that forces your eyes shut, forces the world away until it’s just the blackness behind your eyes and his lips on yours. Not rough, nor desperate, just full. Like every step you took was made with this kiss in mind, getting you to this moment, something of a crux, a certainty, an answer to all the times you’d looked up at the sky and asked why?

Eddie pulled back from the kiss, eyes wide as though he’d just had the same revelation as you, “Me neither.”

Then there was that tongue in cheek smile you knew, the one that saved him from the kind of vulnerability you both shied away from when you could help it.

With your heart bursting in your chest, you could no longer help it.

“Eddie.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, “Yeah, doll?”

You wrapped your fingers around his wrists, holding his grip on you.

“If someone told me that, y’know, waiting, at the end of—of all the bullshit and—and bad things and whatever, I went through,” You looked down for a moment, blinking fast and shaking the thoughts away, “If they said I had to go through it to get to you…there’s no doubt in my mind that I—I would.” You loosened your grip on his wrist, running your thumbs in a pattern over and over the same spot of his skin.

“Ohh, baby.” His voice was soft as he pulled you into his lap, hands wrapping around your shoulders, rubbing your back.

“No more bad things,” He said, holding you as close as he could, “Not long as I have anything to say about it.”

You breathed against the soft fluff of the robe, allowing the silence between you to settle, the faintest hum of the radio over in the bedroom carrying the moment, the comforting thrum of an electric guitar.

Neither of you wanted to break the comfort you’d fallen into, Eddie’s hand petting the back of your head, your fingers sliding underneath the lapel of his robe, grazing the tattoo on his pec. There was no doubt in your mind you’d made the right decision today. In five years, ten, twenty, maybe that would change.

But right now?

Right now, nothing felt better than his ring on your finger.

You pulled your head away from his chest, looking up at him, into those brown eyes. Always sparkling, always home, and they fluttered closed as you leaned up to kiss his cheek, spattering pecks down to his jaw, covering his face until he was smiling and you could press your lips to his dimples, too.

He shook his head at you, combing a hand through your hair, stilling when you finally made it to his lips.

Eddie melted easily when you were sweet to him, cheeks flushing pink, posture sinking into a bashful curve that was entirely incompatible with the daunting tower of his frame when you weren’t being so sweet.

He pushed against your kiss, guiding you down to the floor, keeping rhythm with his lips as he balanced himself over you.

You linked your hands behind his neck, your ankles around the backs of his knees, bringing his body in, his weight firm and comforting on top of you, but he pulled back.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine.” He flicked a few strands of hair out of your face, smoothing a thumb over one of your eyebrows.

You wiggled your left hand in front of his face, “Believe it, babes, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

He licked the back of your hand, and you jerked it away with a hey! and a laugh, Eddie ducking into your neck to press kisses that tickled you more than anything else, and you kept giggling until he pulled away.

“Hey, excuse me, I’m trynna kiss my wife here.”

You feigned surprise with a gasp, “You’re married?”

Eddie cocked his head back, “Well, ‘married’ is kind of a loose term.” He rolled his eyes as he talked, that shiteating smirk on his face, “Don’t you have a hubby waiting at home for you? I thought we were both stepping out here!”

Sitting up on your elbows, you forced Eddie to back away from you, hovering in wait, “Ugh, I do.” You scoffed, shaking your head, “He’s a total burnout, though, and he’s got a tiiiiiny—”

He covered your mouth with his hand, laughing, “Don’t you dare.”

You licked the palm of his hand, but he just stared at you, lips stretched into a smile, tilting his head in amusement. You squinted your eyes at him, waiting patiently until he slid his hand away.

“Tiny dick.” You sputtered out, tucking your lips into your mouth, trying to hold back a smile.

“Oh how dare you!” He laughed, ducking into your neck, tickling you again, his hands unfastening the tie on the robe so he could get at your hips, fingers coasting across the skin until you were slapping him on the shoulder, pushing on his chest, trying to get him away.

Eddie held strong on top of you though, kept you there until he’d decided to bring his lips to yours, laughing as you tried to regain your breath, efforts ruined by your own laughter.

The kisses deepened as the laughter died off, Eddie moaning into your mouth, reaching between you two to tug free the rope of his own robe, bare bodies squishing together. His cock hardened against you as you made out, but he made no move to fuck you yet, both of you content with his skin on yours, lips gliding together.

There was no telling how long you stayed like that. With the city lights outside, the night was livelier than the day and the only sign of passing time was the change in tempo from the live music down the street.

When the hard thrashing turned to soft rock, when your lips were swollen and red, bodies slick with sweat, Eddie started shifting down. He dragged his mouth down the column of your throat, over your tits, tongue swirling over each nipple, sucking until you were nice and firm. Slower down your stomach, his fingers finding their way to yours, grounding you in the moment, keeping you from getting overwhelmed with the excitement of what comes next.

Lips on your pelvis, your thighs. He paused to look up at you, and you brushed his hair out of his face, grazing his cheek, thumb at the corner of his open mouth. A warm wash of exhilaration lit up your skin when he tilted his head, tongue sliding under your thumb, lips closing over the dewy skin.

Eddie swirled his tongue around, eyes burning into yours, before he pulled back and closed in between your legs, that first graze forcing your head back into the ground. You squeezed his hand, languishing in his slow laps of his tongue, just nicking the nerves of your clit.

He moaned into your pussy as he sped up, never hitting the speed he’d hit earlier, just driving you deeper and deeper into the feeling of his mouth. You kept yourself disciplined, quieting your moans, holding your body down best you could. It wasn’t that kind of moment, but you knew he’d be proud anyway.

And proud he was. Spurred by the restraint, he worked harder to break you, sliding two fingers into your pussy, curving them against your walls, coupling the pressure in your cunt with the sharp pleasure from your clit. He never turned rough, only sped up as your breathing did, hand still tightly laced with yours, slowing down every time it seemed you might break.

You relished the hot moisture of his mouth, stirred with giddiness every time he pulled you back from the edge.

“Oh,” You breathed, mind fuzzing with television static, his tongue making you dizzy, “Eddie, I love you. I love you so much.”

You combed a hand through your hair, and he lifted his head, pressing a kiss to your thigh, “I love you too, doll.” And ducked right back in, driving you closer this time.

It seemed you had cracked the code, because Eddie didn’t slow down this time. He took you to the edge and over it, squeezing your hand and encouraging you with soft hums. The wet laps of his tongue faster and faster until you were paralyzed on the floor with bliss, a velvety pink warmth spilling from your legs, coating your body in pillowy elation.

Eddie wiped his mouth as he made his way back to your lips, kissing you with the same sweetness as earlier, slow and quieting. He whispered between you, “You wanna ride me, babydoll?”

You leaned up to kiss him again, nodding against his lips, and he slid a hand around your back, guiding you as he flipped onto his back. You threw a leg over his lap, straddling him, still slick pussy enveloping him between your folds.

He breathed a sigh of relief, smushing his bangs up off his forehead with his hand, exasperated and wanting.

“God, I fucking love you.” He exhaled, his fingertips running down your torso, “You’re so hot.”

“Mmm,” You smiled, sliding forward, lining his cock with your entrance, “Speak for yourself.”

He slid into you with impossible ease, breath leaving his lungs, eyes screwing shut, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Grinding against him, you smiled, “Wonder why that is?”

“Shh, don’t tease,” He groaned, setting his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth over his dick, his hips bucking up, locking your hips together.

You leaned down to kiss him, “Sorry, babes.”

Eddie pawed at you until you leaned down to him, burying your head into his neck, kissing harsh marks into the skin. He slid his hands down your back, lifting his hips, “Make me cum and all will be forgiven.”

You rolled your hips against him, leaning back up, hands on his shoulders, “Deal.”

You found yourself struggling to maintain rhythm, already drained from the torture of his tongue on you, the delayed gratification of your orgasm wearing you out now as you tried to maintain your composure.

Eddie slid his knees up, sensing your fatigue, fucking into you, taking control as he was wont to do. His hands held you down, fingers sliding up your back to bring you down to his lips, letting you rest in his neck, overwhelmed and panting against his skin.

It didn’t take long before Eddie himself was speeding up, fucking you faster, harder, but with the same delicacy, the same flattery, I love you’s and fuck, you feel so good and the prettiest moans you’d ever heard.

You pulled away from his neck to see his face as he came, features painted with agony, eyebrows knit together, crinkles under his eyelids, pink lips open and gasping, the shudder of his pelvis with every moment of undoing. It was a beautiful fucking sight, and you pushed your lips hard against his, grinding against him, heightening the orgasm. You loved him like this, loved the way he could lose himself under you, when he couldn’t help but surrender to you.

With a few last thrusts, Eddie came down from his peak, wrapping you in his arms, his cock still buried inside you, cum seeping onto his thighs. Your breathing synced over the minutes that passed, hands in each other’s hair, stroking through the knots.

“I love you,” Eddie sighed.

You lifted your head up, resting your chin on his chest, letting out a pleased hum, “I love you too.”

He tilted his head up, straining to kiss the top of your head, and fell back against the carpet.

The two of you stayed there until you were sure it would hurt to stand up, your legs still straddling him, just listening to the muffled music from outside, the faint radio in the bedroom.

“How cold you think those fries are?” He asked, and you painstakingly rolled off of him, groaning from the dull pain in your legs, the effort it took to unstick them from their splayed position.

“Ow, fuck,” You whispered, reaching over to grab a fry and pop it into your mouth, stretching each leg out at a time as you munched on several more fries, “Not so cold that I wouldn’t eat the rest of them.”

Eddie shot up, wiping away the cum on his legs with the bottom of his robe and bringing his hand down onto the fries like a claw, taking a chunk of them off the plate to shove in his mouth.

You smacked him on the arm, “Hey, manners, buddy.”

He spoke with his mouth full, reaching over to take a swig of your champagne,

“Manners? Never heard of ‘em.”

And that was how the weekend continued. Holed up in the hotel room, throwing away money on expensive room service, hands on each other’s bodies, lips covering every inch they could reach, sweat and champagne and blankets on the floor.

The room was trashed by Monday morning, bathroom towels flung about, picture frames crooked on the walls, a side table turned over. It wasn’t irreversible damage, but it was incriminating enough that you spent a few minutes fixing what you could to save face with housekeeping.

With your duffle bag in hand, you waited by the door for Eddie to join you.

“Hurry it up, babes, we got a long drive ahead of us.”

“Yeah yeah yeah I’m comin’!” He yelled from the bedroom, and you dropped the bag to go see what was keeping him.

He had his back to you as he leaned into the closet, scrawling something on the underside of the shelf.

“There.” He stood back and gestured toward it, “Check it out.”

Scrawled in fading Sharpie were your initials and the date.

You laughed and grabbed his hand, “Real juvenile of you, Eddie.”

He winked and dragged you back to the door, reaching down to grab your bag, ��Like I said,” He kissed you, smiling against your lips, “Only the best of the worst for my girl, and I’m the best.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #my writing #mine #i dont looooove the writing on this one but i like it #its fine #but like. red light at the bowling alley fucking sends #so comparatively ofc im not gonna be screaming about this one lmfaoo

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romanreignseater · 1 year

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Time Alone.

Jey Uso x Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Smut & a slight mention of a stomach bulge.

“Time was something that didn’t even seem to exist to you. But, your husband Jey does sure know how to have a fun time.”

A/N: I just had to write a little something for my Main Event Jey Uso, and after seeing his Instagram story this past week… It was my destiny 😭😭. I did say that I would release this yesterday, so let’s just consider this a little Valentine’s Day piece.

GIF: @rebecca-quin

Being a business owner of your own makeup brand, Zeta Cosmetics, and being a full time mother to four kids was really tough. Even though your husband Jey, was a big time help and support system, it was still super difficult to balance everything. And you’re blessed to have such smart and active children, but you’re starting to think they’re a little too active.

The fact that three of your children had different after school activities, was a WHOLE struggle in itself. Your oldest daughter, did humanitarian volunteer work for an hour after school, then softball practice every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. NOT to mention, she just got her first job, and guess who has to take her to work? Yup… it’s me. Then, your first son, wants to be an all sport MVP, cause he just plays every single sport there is. So, his practices are just all over the place. Your second daughter is a cheerleader for her brothers football team and has weekly cheer competitions. The hair, the makeup, the uniforms, and that monthly fee… She’s lucky she looks absolutely adorable with that little bow on her head. And your last child, which is your son, is only 10 months old. So, he’s basically the Pomeranian that you keep in your purse DAILY.

Kids are such wonders, but mama needs a break sometimes.

“Hey baby”, your husband Jey said smiling through the phone. “I miss you so much. Why did you have to leave me this week for your crazy ass twin?!” You said chuckling.

“Put some respect on my name sis.” Said the crazy ass twin himself, Jimmy. “I ain’t gotta do a damn thing, you took my man from me”, “He was mine first anyway”. Jimmy said sticking his tongue out at you. “Okay, okay, let’s not fight.” Jey said sternly. “But, listen baby I know how tired you are, and I wanna make sure my lady good. So, pack a little overnight bag, the jet is gonna be ready in about four hours.” “What are you up to boy?…” You said smirking slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, you know I got you girl.” Jey said showing that blazing smile. “Okay, but what kind of clothes am I supposed to be wearing sir?!” “Well, I was hoping you’d be wearing nothing. But, it’s somewhere a little tropical, so I guess that gives you the chance to just to what it do”. “Can you not talk about Y/N being naked, I think I’m gonna throw up”, said his goofy older brother. “I know you not talking Jimmy. Don’t let me get Trin on that ass.” “Y’all just stupid”, Jey said giving a breathless laugh.

“But, I’ll see you later tonight, alright baby.” “Wait… what about the kids?!” “I’m WAYYYY ahead of you. I got my mom and pops on that.” Thank god he had that sorted out, even though it’s gonna be a little hard to leave my babies, we could use some time alone. “I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight”. ~FaceTime ends.~

5 hours later

Jey is the best you could ever ask for. After packing your overnight bag, and saying bye to the kids. It was you and the love of your life… forever. He took you to a quick day and a half trip to Cuba. The villa you guys were staying at was absolutely gorgeous and the workers were radiantly exceptional. “This is so beautiful baby.” You said blushing. “I’m glad you like it, you know the Tribal Chief knows all the vacation hot spots.” “He damn sure does. But… he never stayed in this specific room. Right?!” Jey looked at you and said, “I’m pretty sure they have multiple honeymoon suites.” “Thank god, cause you don’t know what that man does.” You said barely being able to hold in your laughter. Jey laughed along with you.

Since the trip was pretty short, you guys had to make the most of it. By sleeping first, since there was no time difference and it was late at night. But, by tomorrow you guys would be up and at em’.

Soon the morning came and the workers at the villa surprised us with a lovely breakfast. Following us taking showers and getting ready, it was time for the tour. The tour guides showed us around the city and as we were on the tour, we jumped straight into every single activity there is to do. Snorkeling, scuba diving, and surfing. Even though I don’t smoke, cigars are something that are widely used in Cuba. So, one puff wouldn’t hurt. After our morning and afternoon endeavors, we stopped by La Guarida in Havana for a lovely dinner at the top floor of the restaurant. He is more than you could ever ask for.

Jey always seemed to have a tough exterior, but he was a huge softie for anything romantic. We later arrived back at our villa and where a trail of rose petals and sensuous candles led into the bedroom. “Now… what is this Joshua?!” You said turning to him with a sly smirk on your face.

“Its some time alone that you deserve”.

As we have both known from experience… we had to blow out all of the candles first. Jey then took my waist into his hands and held me tight. As if he didn’t want to let go. We started to make out with one another, our tongues fighting for dominance, and Jey winning the battle. He gently laid me on top of the comfort heart shaped bed and pulled the zipper of my short bodycon dress down. Jey started to my massage my breasts as if he were yearning for them. I slid the rest of my dress down my body, as Jey continued his assault on my breasts. “Mmmm…-, it feels so good baby”. I moaned to my husband as he said, “Imma make you feel something real good.”

He quickly removed my panties and flipped me over to all fours. Jey pushed his hand into the middle of my back to get me to arch. “That’s just how I like it baby, stay like that”. I then heard him pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt from his slacks. His pants made a thud onto the white marbled tiled floor and the bed plummets down as he arrived on top of it. “Aaaaa- oooHhh my goddd”. I moaned loudly as Jey dove right into my wetness. His tongue basically playing mind games on me. It felt like I didn’t know where I was.

“Shit tastes so fucking good mama, I could eat it all day if I could.” His words of appreciation make me gush out even more. The intimacy levels were through the roof as he paused his eating to finally give me what I’ve been wanting.

He entered me so smoothly, as my cunt was slick. “Damn baby, it’s like a waterfall up in here. That’s what I do to you… huh?!” Jey said. “Yes baby that’s what you do to me, now please fuck me.” “My pleasure.” Jey said as he started to profoundly pound into my hot sex. My moans couldn’t stop, the pleasure was just too much. “uhh-huh—hhhh”, my moans started filling the room. Jey started to pull on my hair and spank me repeatedly. “You like that shit.. huh?!” He said. “Ye-ssss, I love ii-ttt, give me more”. And Jey did as you wished. It felt as if he was in your stomach, as that thought crossed your mind. Jey put his hand onto your stomach and said, “You feel that baby, I’m in your stomach.” You took your hand from the sheets and placed in onto your stomach.

He really was in my stomach

I felt his cock bulge into my stomach and my eyes rolled back. Jey continues to give it to me and I felt my climax reaching its point. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” “Go ahead baby, I’m there with you”. Jey said as his thrust became sloppy and grunts lowered. We both reached our peaks at the same time. I lied flat on the bed and Jey right beside me. “That was so good baby, we gotta do it like that every time”. Jey said with his forearm over his face. “But, we need more time alone before that.”

“You know I got you on that baby.” Said Jey smiling at you.

Just some more time alone.

THE END.

Let me know what you guys think about this and if I should write for more members of the Bloodline. Maybe even for other superstars

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katiexpunk · 7 months

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28 Floors, Part 3 | Joel Miller x f!reader

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader Rating: 18+, minors DNI, don't make it awkward pls. Word count: 4.5K Series summary: You're a good girl. A senator's daughter who is always there to show your support to your father. What he doesn't know is that his best friend, Joel Miller, is practically the only real reason you show up to events to support him. Series warnings etc: [NO OUTBREAK/AU] We'll call him dad's best friend Joel from his time in the Army, fairly soft!joel, age difference (28/47), alcohol, sexual tension, slow burn...and eventually smut, like shitttt that's smut. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 - You're already here Part ?? - Maybe some drabbles for these two in the future Read on AO3 Chapter summary: You and Joel share a passionate night together, only to wake up and do it all again. It was all perfect, oh yeah, until your dad figures out you were with Joel all night. Don't worry, though - this story has a happy ending. Chapter warnings: References to food and alcohol, oral (both male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks), creampie, praise kink, dirty talk, Soft! Joel, rough!Joel, rough sex...I mean, it's a lot of smut. A/N: Wowowowowow. When I set out to write my first fic, I really didn't think it would get any attention at all. To all of you who have read, reblogged, commented, and encouraged me along the way, thank you - ilysm. While this may be the end of the series for these two, I might still play around with a few drabbles. Thank you for letting me share my thoughts with you! It's been such a fun journey. Onward and upward (get it...elevators) to the next story.

The dimly lit hallway stretches endlessly in front of you.

A nice seductive touch to the night, you think.

With his large hand holding onto yours, Joel walks like a man on a mission.

His only goal is to get you tucked away into his room so he can finally have you, all of you.

The patterned paisley floor swirls under your feet as you get closer and closer to his room. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you’re pretty sure it was the electric charge between you two causing your senses to blend and play tricks on you.

You both walk fast, eager.

Just like that, you’re at the door.

Your breath comes out in ragged pants, and the heat between you two practically shimmers in the air.

You think you hear a muffled ping in your purse, but you can’t be sure. You’re too focused on Joel.

Joel, Joel, Joel, your mind thinks on repeat like a broken record, reminding you that you want one thing and one thing only.

He places one hand on the doorknob and dips the other into his suit jacket pocket to reveal a white keycard.

The beep the lock emits acts as a go-signal, like the sound of a shotgun at a race, and he’s pulling you through the threshold of the now open door to reveal a warmly lit and inviting space.

As the door falls shut behind you, he pins you against it, your lips meeting in a clash of urgency.

Your hands roam freely over his body, and you need more.

You push off of the door and urge him back into the room, only slightly stumbling over your heels as you do.

These things have got to go.

Lips still locked on his, you briefly open your eyes to step out of your heels when you see it – a large ottoman, up against the back wall of the room.

Suddenly, you’re the one in control.

With a firm push, you send him sprawling back onto the plush cushions. He hits them with a faint oof. The breadth of him spans wide, as he drapes his arms along the back of the ottoman, waiting with baited breath for what you’ll do next.

His eyes watch your silhouette, a tantalizing vision against the backdrop of the room, as your fingers dance with bold assurance at the hem of your dress.

A smirk curls your lips, and it blows Joel’s pupils open even wider.

You peel off your dress, and reveal yourself to him – braless, with only a thin scrape of fabric covering your lower half.

You toss the dress into the air, a forgotten memory.

You see lust flicker across his face as he watches the fabric pool on the floor.

At that moment, it’s not just a dress you’ve discarded; it’s all inhibitions, all rules, and all pretenses.

You walk closer to him, and lower yourself to your knees.

You place your seemingly tiny palms on his very large thighs and glide them up to meet his belt. You watch his face as you make quick work of unbuckling it.

Pants next, you pull the zipper down with a potent zzzrrrrp and slip them off, flinging them to meet your dress on the floor.

You pause to palm the length of him under the single piece of fabric left on him, before pulling his boxers down far enough for his cock to finally spring free.

The length of him slaps against his soft tummy, leaving a little smear of pre-cum in its wake.

You take his large member in your hand and begin to stroke it slow and rhythmically, admiring it’s size. Joel's head falls back as if to gaze at the ceiling – you’ve barely touched him and already he’s melting like putty.

You wet your lips, duck down to the base of his shaft, and plant a small kiss at the base of his cock.

“Don’t play w’me,” he torts.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you say with a wink.

You hum as you flatten your tongue and lick a long, wet stripe up the underside of his dick and stop at the top with your mouth open wide.

As you hold the tip of him in your mouth, your tongue darts out to taste the salty heady flavor of his pre-cum. You let the saliva pool and dribble out of your mouth for a moment, and then you finally take him.

Joel lets out a small grunt as you unhinge your jaw further to open your throat and take more of him. You move up and down, and one of Joel’s hands meets the back of your head, and he grabs a fistful of your hair.

With his grip on you, he begins to guide your mouth as he fiercely thrusts up.

Your head bobs up and down, trying to keep up with the pace of him, and tears begin to prickle in your eyes. You can feel your lips swelling. With the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat, you let out a small gag and he pauses at the hilt.

“Fuck, baby,” Joel pants, “woulda put this mouth to good use long ago had I known you could do this.”

His praise melts you like cotton candy on a warm tongue.

He lets you continue to mouth fuck him just like that, lost in his own pleasure, when you reach up to cradle his balls.

Ooo, he likes that.

“Shit, gonna have to stop sweetheart or I’m gonna cum,” Joel huffs.

You stop.

You need him – down to the last drop – inside of you tonight.

You’d have to wait to taste him for another time.

Will there be a next time?

You let the silent wish float away as you rise from the floor, knees cherry red, not much unlike the cherries from your whiskey earlier at the bar. He stands and pulls you up the rest of the way by the undersides of your elbows.

He yanks your body to his, his wet and pulsing cock between you when suddenly both of his hands are on the underside of your ass and he yanks you up off the floor to straddle his ribs.

You let out an excited little yelp, not expecting to leave the floor, and wrap both arms around his shoulders.

Joel walks you across the room to the bed, planting kisses on your chest and breasts that rest so perfectly in his face as he does.

He stops when the front of his legs meet the edge of the bed, and he releases you, your back hitting the mattress with a small thud.

Joel crawls on top of you and pauses to momentarily hover over you.

This is it.

He’s finally going to fuck you.

Wrong.

He looks down between your bodies and begins to follow the path, using his tongue as a trail of bread crumbs back to your mouth all the way down your body, until he finds himself at the foot of the bed on his knees.

They hurt like hell, but he didn’t give a shit.

He grabs both of your ankles and pulls you closer to him.

“Told you I was gonna take my time with ya,” he whispers.

He plants soft kisses up your leg, your inner thigh, and finally pauses once he reaches your mound.

His thumbs come up to meet your hip bones. They grip the skimpy piece of fabric, and he slides them down off your legs.

He takes a small whiff before he throws them in the growing clothes pile.

You blush, partially out of embarrassment, but by the look on his face it does nothing but stoke the fire within him.

His tender tongue comes out to lap up your sweetness.

He makes small licks towards your slick entrance, and he stays on the outskirts of your folds, just barely pushing past them to where you want him to be.

Always such a fucking tease.

You buck your hips up to his face, and you’ve made your point.

He moves back up toward your clit, and begins to drag his tongue over you, working at you slowly, devouring every drop of you, igniting every one of your nerves down there as he does.

You grab a fistful of his hair, alternating between closing your eyes in sheer delight and looking down at the sight of him between your legs.

His grip on your thighs doesn’t relent. Neither does yours.

You cry out his name, but it comes out weak and wet.

Joel’s lips suck and lap at your clit, as he slowly begins to press one of his fingers inside.

“mmm, feels so good, more, please,” you say.

You know he loves his manners.

One becomes two.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he admires, “Gotta stretch you out, get you ready f’me.”

Two becomes three.

Your back naturally comes off the bed in a graceful arch as you feel him move inside you, his fingers gently curled as he scissored in and out, his mouth still on your sensitive nub.

He has you right where he wants you, on the verge of total release. You’re shaking, a woman drowning in the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Holy shit. You’ve never orgasmed so much from one man in your life, and certainly not like this.

A moan slips past your lips, and your mind goes foggy as your whole body stiffens. Joel rides out your orgasm with you and doesn’t stop until you totally soften under him, slightly shaking from overstimulation.

Joel lets his grip on your thighs fall, as he rises up, smile on his face, beard glistening from your release.

A devilish grin sweeps across his face. “Taste so sweet,” he compliments, before planting a kiss on your lips.

His head falls to the side of yours in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy.

The woody aroma of his cologne catches you once more, and you just can’t hold out anymore.

“Joel, I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me, please, I can’t wait anymore,” you beg.

You’re not one to ask for it so outwardly, not really, but Joel certainly has a special way of making you beg for it.

“You’ve got me, sweetheart.”

He takes his heavy cock in hand and notches his weeping tip at your entrance, and begins to push himself inside you.

He pauses a moment to let you adjust, but not for long, his patience wearing thin – Joel has waited far too long to know what you feel like.

He slowly backs the tip out, and you whine, but before you can say anything, he buries himself in you in one strong push.

Your face twists at the adjustment.

“Joel, fuck,” you pant, “so big.”

Joel loves the compliment.

He begins to fuck you in earnest, cashing in on his promise in the elevator to wreck you.

“I know, Darlin’,” he pants – “but you’re taking it so good.”

“Perfect,” he thrusts.

“Fucking,” he thrusts again.

“Cunt,” he slams into you this time.

You swear you see stars.

He slightly pulls back, but not all the way, and flips your right leg over your body to the left, and you’re straddling his lower torso like some sort of sexy pretzel.

He holds onto your right leg for leverage, as he begins to fuck you deep.

The sound your bodies make with each thrust is filthy.

You begin to bury your face into the bicep that rested on the bed, hands reaching for anything in their grasp as he stretches you out.

He brings his thumb to your clit once more, and you flinch – part pleasure, part pain.

You’re so fucked out already, but you can tell he isn’t going to let you off easy.

Still fucking you, his thumb makes slow circles on your swollen clit, bringing you back to full pressure.

“Fuck,” you cry, unable to finish your sentence before another intense orgasm hits you like a truck.

Joel slows, “there’s my good girl, being so good, coming all over me, felt so good,” he praises.

Joel flips you so you’re on your belly, and the he’s yanking you up by the creases of your hips into doggy.

His cock was fiercely hard, pumping in and out of you, just twitching with the need to release.

“Where do you want me, baby?” he asks.

“Inside me. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel all of you. I’m on the pill. Please.”

You and your begging tonight.

You don’t have to do much convincing.

A few quick more thrusts, and Joel is coming hard and fast, your pussy milking him of everything he’s got.

He collapses onto you, breath and body tense, before you both collapse onto the bed.

A long moment of comfortable silence passes, and he pulls out of you and rolls to his side.

He lifts his head to scan your face.

You’re a wreck.

He’s a wreck.

But you both look at each other like you’ve just seen the sunset for the first time.

Your heavy limbs and sleepy eyes begin to melt into the mattress, your body warm and gooey from the buzz of the night.

Joel collapses once more beside you, and his heavy arm drapes around your waist. He pulls you into his side and kisses your temple.

Without saying anything, you both let your eyelids fall, the events of the night catching up with you.

You both drift peacefully into sleep, only to find each other again in your dreams.

As dawn breaks, the first light of day slithers through the crack in the hotel's heavy curtains, refusing to acknowledge any societal norms of 'do not disturb'.

You flutter your eyelids open to a mess of tangled sheets and scattered clothing, a testament to a night lived passionately and unapologetically, on your own terms.

You stare at the ceiling, reminiscing about last night – you really fucked Joel Miller.

God, his cock.

You’re wet again just thinking about him.

You roll onto your side to face Joel and interlace both of your palms like a pillow under your cheek.

Joel’s still deep in slumber, giving you a quiet moment to soak in and admire how beautiful he truly is – his aquiline nose, his soft lips, his sun-kissed skin, the little freckles on his neck and chest.

The butterflies are back.

Your eyes dance over him, taking in the visuals of the crisp white sheets draped over his chiseled features, revealing the truly physical nature of his job.

Ugh, he’s so hot.

Just the sight of him once again causes the chorus of electric tingles to erupt in your belly, you feel a familiar tug at your navel.

You reach out to place your palm on his chest, and he emits a low grumble and stirs.

His heavy eyelids open and he notices you looking at - okay, eye fucking - him.

“Mornin’ beautiful,” he says with a smile, “See something you like?”

Before you can even clock what he’s doing, he’s got your entire body pulled onto his – chest to chest, face-to-face, both still naked from the night before.

“Yeah…you could say that,” you say as you greet his lips with your own.

That gentle peck morphs into something wild and fervent.

Your lips move in sync, parting and meeting in a rhythm that's as old as time and yet, so uniquely yours and Joel’s.

His massive cock throbs under you.

Looks like you aren’t the only one with a need this morning.

His hands move down to grip your hips, and he begins to grind himself against you.

“mmm, baby – I need you,” he growls into your shoulder. “Need to feel this tight pussy wrapped around me.”

God, you could hear him say that until the end of time and never tire of it.

You happily oblige his request.

You adjust your legs to straddle him and lift yourself up onto your knees as he lines himself up into your entrance. You sink down onto his length, your eyes falling shut as you do.

He’s so big. You pause to give yourself a moment to adjust, and then you find yourself pacing on him, expertly rolling your hips against his.

His hands hold you and he assists your rolls back and forth as you grind your clit against the coarse black hair surrounding his dick, teasing yourself with each move.

Mmm, that feels good.

Your slick makes his member so easy to roll up and down on, your tight walls squeezing and stroking him.

Joel watches you bounce on his cock, your breasts moving fluidly with the motion as one of his palms leaves your hips to grasp it. The added sensation of him playing with your nipple is intense.

You tilt your head back and let out a moan.

“Fuck,” Joel says, “Not gonna last much longer if you keep makin’ sweet sounds like that, sweetheart.”

Joel’s hand sweeps down from your breast, over the softness of your stomach. How is every touch from him so electrifying?

His fingers find your clit in the space between your sticky bodies.

As you ride him, the pressure of his fingers on your clit relentless, you feel the heat rise in your body. Your stomach begins to tense and you can feel your own orgasm not far off.

“Fuckkkkkk, Joel. I’m gonna co..” you trail off, and your vision goes white. You ride the wave of pleasure that extends from your head to your toes.

Hearing – no, feeling – your orgasm sends Joel over the edge.

As your walls pulse around him, his hands find a bruising grip on your ass. He begins to thrust hard and deep all the way to the edge of your cunt.

Your name leaves his mouth in a deep growl, as he finally lets his thick, milky release paint your cervix.

You fall forward, your body limp and sore, as he twitchs under you. Your combined heavy breaths begin to slow.

You pull off of him, sad to no longer have the stretch of him, but satisfied to still have part of him inside you.

As you both lay there in blissful silence, a ping from your phone draws you back to reality.

You lazily roll over and grab your phone from the nightstand.

It’s a text from your dad.

You hastily sit up, and a little rush of seed spills out onto the pristine white sheets beneath you.

“Good morning — just checking in to make sure you’re safe. Tommy mentioned you never called for a ride home last night. Congressmen Allen’s aid also told me she saw you get into an elevator with Joel around midnight?”

Shit.

Joel’s brows furrow as he looks at you, “What is it, Darlin’?”

Words fail you, so you pass the phone to let him read the message for himself.

It’s no use, he can’t read the screen without his reading glasses.

Why is that so hot?

As he reaches for the nightstand to grab them, his phone lights up and emits a beep.

He freezes momentarily, hand pausing right over the device. He takes a deep breath, grabs his glasses, then snags the phone. He unlocks it to find a text, also from your dad. His best friend.

“Were you with my daughter last night?”

Fuck.

FUCK.

Joel whips back to face you, and your wide eyes lock in a death grip.

The air is thick with tension as a silent “what the hell do we do!?” fills the room.

You sit there, facing each other, your faces a mirror of the other’s emotions.

But then, out of nowhere, you break out into laughter, letting a little snort go as you do.

Yeah, a good old-fashioned, unsexy snort.

It hangs in the air for a nanosecond, as does Joel’s confusion about your response.

Then you both explode into laughter.

You clutch your stomach, and tears stream down your face, and further little spurts of cum fall from your folds.

All that tension? Gone.

Because sometimes, life’s too short to take everything so seriously.

Sure, Joel was your dad’s best friend, but he was also a good man.

You know that.

Your dad sure as hell knows that.

And even Joel knows that, despite what he might think sometimes.

It’s not like you were a child, for fucks sake.

You are a grown woman, with a life, a job, and responsibilities.

You’re certainly old enough to know that good men are hard to come by in this city.

Without saying a word, Joel seemed to understand that you didn’t really care if your dad knew.

He didn’t care, either. Not really.

A final little breathless chuckle leaves your lungs, and the joint laughter dissipates and is replaced with calm.

Joel looks at you, the hungry and concerned eyes have gone, only to be replaced by something warmer.

With the morning sun shining through, you catch a different shade of amber you hadn’t noticed before.

He pushes a strand of hair out of your face and tucks it gently behind your ear, leaving his large palm on your cheek. His thumb meets your chin, and he pulls you in for a kiss.

It was tender. Soft.

No words were said, but it was in that moment that Joel knew that if he really were a smart man, he’d never let you go.

You’ll come clean to your dad.

You know him – it’ll be okay.

But first, you both need a shower.

For the first time, you don’t find yourself grumbling in the mirror as you get ready for another event.

Sure, there would still be the mind-numbing conversation, that you could count on.

But there would also be food, booze…and Joel.

You dawn a pretty pink dress, conveniently forget your underwear, and slip into your heels.

As you’re applying the finishing touches to your makeup, you look in the mirror and a large figure is perched up against your doorframe.

God, he looks good in a suit.

“You know, I meant what I said on the elevator – your body is gonna be the death of me. Look at you," the words come out sweet like honey.

You walk towards him, taking his large hand in yours. You pause there to feel the thickness of his fingers and rub the pads of your fingers over the rough calluses.

You drag his hand slowly up the top of your thigh, letting the dress gently bunch underneath his touch to reveal your smooth skin. When you reach the top, you hold him there and let him discover that you’re pleasantly wearing nothing underneath.

You feel him tense and the tips of his fingers barely graze where you so desperately want him to be.

But that would have to wait.

“Oh Joel,” you coo seductively, “I’m just getting started with you.” You say with a wink.

This time your words linger in his ears. A threat. A promise. A need.

Joel moans, and palms his growing length to adjust.

You both make a point to leave the apartment quickly, knowing if you stayed too long you’d both lose your resolve to attend the event.

You arrive, and interlace your palm over Joel’s bicep as he guides you through the threshold of the space.

You catch a few wandering, judgemental glances. You catch wind of hushed whispers as you begin to mingle.

Isn’t that the senator's daughter? Isn’t that his best friend?

You don’t care. This feels natural.

Just you and Joel.

You both work the crowd as you normally do, mingling through a series of separate and boring conversations.

Halfway through the night, your eyes lock across the room and Joel gives you that nod.

You know it’s not for just a drink this time.

Joel slips into the hallway.

You graciously excuse yourself from the dull conversation and set your champagne glass on an empty passed tray as you glide across the ballroom floor to follow him.

There he stands, palms interlaced behind his back.

Really pushing the fabric of that suit jacket to the limit, isn’t he? You think to yourself, already noticing a familiar stickiness between your thighs.

Fuck.

Joel's eyes are fixed on the elevator indicator on the wall in front of him as he patiently waits for you.

His broad frame turns as he hears your familiar steps come closer, and his big brown eyes catch yours in a silent hello.

Yeah. If looks could kill.

You swallow and gently bite your bottom lip.

The taste of the future, laced with sweet, raw, passionate love, is deliciously intoxicating.

The corners of your lips lift in a smile and a familiar blush returns to your cheeks as you walk closer to him, knowing what’s to come.

A soft bing echos through the lobby and the metal doors slowly open.

People shuffle off, and the robotic elevator voice reverbs through the air.

“In you go, sweetheart,” Joel says as he ushers you into the lift, his large palm once again finding its favorite resting spot on the small of your back.

You step into the small box and wait for others to join.

As luck would have it, once again, none do.

You glance up at Joel’s face and see a familiar need. That hunger. Pupils blown. Jaw tense.

“My turn,” falls from your lips.

By the time the elevator doors come to a full close, you’re already on your knees, ready to worship at the altar of the your gorgeous man.

This time, Joel Miller doesn’t just have 28 Floors with you.

He has forever.

X X X

END

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teddi-bearly · 1 month

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Rating Klinger Outfits on Flamboyance Because I’m Bored: Part 1

This is in no way an exhaustive list, nor is it meant to imply any of Klinger’s outfits are not fabulous. Because they are. It’s more of an excuse to talk about Klinger’s outfits and how much I love them. Also I don’t have any fashion training whatsoever, so this is just for fun.

I’m going to do a part 2 because I don’t want this to be giant and it already is pretty big

Anyway

one of the ones I see the most often

Iconic

The pose. The sass. Amazing

Honestly one of his more practical outfits

I love any outfits where Klinger has flowers in his hair argue with the wall

I’d wear that to a spring picnic

6/10 the flowers in the hair give it more points, but overall I think I’d see a woman wearing that at church on Easter Sunday

MORE FLOWER

And the fur coat? The ring? THE FEATHER?

Right this way madam

Stunning

I don’t think I’d wear this though, red may be Klinger’s color but it is sadly not mine

And the pose? He’s such a ham and I love him for it

11/10

Scarlett O’Hara who???

The yellow is lovely

And the parasol?? Incredible

And the gloves? And the hat?

It’s so much it’s so much

The hoop skirt? WHERE DID HE GET A HOOP SKIRT

It’s giving rich southern belle

1000000/10

The tiara is beautiful and so is the dress

Very similar to the first one though, but feels more like evening wear while the other one is church wear

The mink? (I think it’s mink??) Lovely

He looks like a princess who is undercover and trying not to be recognized as the princess but is failing

8/10 gains points because of the fur and tiara

Simple but nice

Looks like the kind of dress I would’ve worn to a middle school dance though I’m sorry

I love it though, and coupled with the army boots and helmet makes it much more unique

Also the low cut?? Ok I see you

7/10 because of the skirt volume

Again, red is such a great color on Klinger

Cute, not crazy but definitely cute

The blouse is my favorite part, it’s so cute

The hat pulls it all together I think

4/10 for flamboyance, the chances of me seeing someone wearing a similar outfit in the wild are decent

Another good spring outfit

The dress is pretty practical, and nice

It kinda reminds me of a hospital gown though

Which is topical

Klinger definitely slays every outfit he’s in, but I’m not actually super big on this one

It’s nice, but it doesn’t stick out to me

5/10, kinda looks like something a great aunt would wear

I just realized this dress is going to return in part 2

But it’s two different outfits technically and I have two different opinions

The fur coat definitely makes this one more flamboyant

Also I’m not gonna lie, that coat looks so comfy and warm like I want it

And the matching hat?? Incredible

His stance is also so powerful

Like ok gorgeous

8/10 solely because of the coat and hat

I know this isn’t a dress, but it’s a Klinger outfit

And you know what? I love it

He rocks dresses AND suits, what an icon

I want that hat

However? Not flamboyant at all

Business man core

1/10, the only reason it’s not a 0 is because the hat makes it a little unique for me

Carmen Miranda!! Yes!!

The sparkles? The red fur trim? THE HOOPS??

I wish we’d gotten more of this outfit it’s so amazing

Definitely not very practical though, especially the (incredible) fruit hat

Take it from someone who had to wear a fruit hat for theater, those things are SO top heavy

Very hard to secure, you constantly feel like it’s going to fall off

So props to Klinger

15/10 it’s so much and I love it

All images are from Pinterest

#m*a*s*h #mash tv #mash 4077 #max klinger #maxwell klinger #jamie farr #mashposting #corporal klinger

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tangerinesgirl · 1 year

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Sole-Mates

AFAB!Reader x Marquis Vincent de Gramont

Word count: <1k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, degradation, frottage, squirting, exhibitionism, Marquis being a dom asshole yet again but it's sexy so it's fine

Summary: you and the Marquis attend a party, he has business on the mind, you have other ideas

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The whole room went silent as you both entered. This was the first time you've been to a public event with the Marquis. He made sure it was special and got you a stunning black glittery dress tailor made, matching the material used in his suit. You both shine brighter than the lights in the dimly lit ballroom, no wonder you caught the eyes of all the guests.

As you walked past, people started to whisper and gossip; "who does she think she is?", "why would the Marquis bring a nobody as his date?", "matching outfits? So cliché". Even though you blushed from embarrassment at the attention, you found it quite a turn on. You squeezed the Marquis' hand as he guided you to the host of the party. He introduced himself, you curtsied. This was a common theme throughout the party as he introduced you to everyone of importance.

Later, everyone, just under a hundred people you think, all sit down in the dining hall. You were taking in your surroundings the entire time, the place was covered in murals and paintings. A few people scoffed and muttered under their breath when they noticed you do this. You glared at them and they looked away, avoiding your gaze. You think they were more scared of the Marquis than you. You were also a little scared of the Marquis, but you found him fascinating. You had been seeing each other privately for a few weeks, mostly as a casual sex/sugar baby/daddy relationship.

After a quick toast, the guests all relaxed and started their own conversations. The Marquis was straight into business with the host of the party. Admittedly, you did tune out most of the conversation, but the Marquis had a wonderful way with words and you found the way he would negotiate with people a huge turn on. No one cared about making conversation with you so you were bored very quickly. Then you decided to have a bit of fun. Your hand left the table and drifted to the Marquis' thigh, you gave it a quick pinch. He was unaffected by this, deep in his business conversation, so you trailed up a bit higher...slowly... You reached his crotch and gave a gentle squeeze. The Marquis snapped around and glared at you, announcing to his host that he had to be excused to go to the bathroom.

You're pretty sure that was a cue to follow him, but you had to wait to be less suspicious. You played with the profiteroles on your plate a bit, and then announced to the table to be excused.

You found the Marquis quite quickly, and he dragged you into a bathroom, then into a stall. He reached above you to slam the door closed, and locked it with his other hand. His stance only making it possible to look directly into his eyes. "If you can't keep your thoughts to yourself, this will be the last time I take you anywhere. You're making a complete display of yourself. Everyone thinks you're a whore and you're proving them right", he spits at you. You are embarrassed by his words, and the fact that you have no idea if anyone else is in this bathroom. You're too taken aback to say anything so you just shrug and look down. He pulls on your hair and you let out a little yelp. "Don't shrug, it's impolite, use your words. Say "Sorry Marquis, it won't happen again"". You repeat it. "That's a good girl. Now... I want you to ride my shoes." You were too stunned to speak. "Think of it as a punishment. I also want to see just how horny you are without me even touching you". You narrow your eyes slightly but you're still oddly intrigued by the idea, since this is the only action you may be getting tonight since he is in a bad mood.

You kneel down in front of him, hiking your dress up. You start to grind on his shoes. The Marquis notices something, "you're not wearing any underwear?", he lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, "you're such a slut". His degradation sends tingles down your spine, you shouldn't be turned on by them but you can't help it. Your focus changes to his shoes, the laces rubbing against you as you try and angle yourself just right for it to hit your cli- AH! You find the spot and let out a moan louder than you thought.

The Marquis doesn't tell you to quieten down or covers your mouth, he likes seeing how desperate you are, and wants everyone to hear. "Dirty girl. Keep going." You moan at his words and the sensation of the laces rubbing against you, you're close already and the Marquis knows it. "I want you to come on my shoes, like the slut you are. You don't deserve an actual fuck", that sends you over the edge and you come instantly. As you arch your back, he pulls on your hair again, sending you into overdrive, as you squirt all over his shoes.

The Marquis looks impressed, but, also staying in character, disgusted at the same time. He lets go of you and you lean back on the stall door catching your breath. You look down at his shoe and the wet patch coming from it. He steps over you, unlocking the door, and leaves. He doesn't clean his shoe, he leaves it, so people can see the art you've left behind.

#bill skarsgård #marquis de gramont #bill skarsgard #marquis vincent de gramont #reader x marquis de gramont #reader #john wick chapter 4 #john wick #john wick 4 #vincent de gramont

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dystopicjumpsuit · 8 months

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Who's the Alpha Now?

A/N: written for @anxiouspineapple99, who asked, "What I would PAY. All the credits I say! To see DJ step on Alpha." As if I could refuse a request like that.

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Dom!Reader (gender-neutral)

Wordcount: 787

Summary: Alpha learns that good boys get rewarded.

Warnings and tags: very suggestive language; GN!reader wears high heels and is smaller than Alpha (like everyone else in the galaxy) but is not otherwise described

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“Alpha?” you called as you walked into your hotel suite. “Are you here?”

A low, irritated grunt emanated from the adjoining room, signaling that yes, he was indeed present, and he was still sulking that you’d ordered him to stay in the room and get some much-needed rest. The horror.

You suppressed a grin as he entered the room. At least he wasn’t wearing his armor; you wouldn’t have put it past him to stand at attention in his full kit for hours, just to spite you. Even dressed in just his black body glove, though, he was massive, his broad, muscular form towering over you.

“Have fun?” he rumbled, eyeing the numerous shopping bags you carried.

“I did,” you replied. “You would have hated it. I shopped for hours.”

“In those shoes?” he asked, eyeing your towering heels. “I’m surprised you can still walk.”

“Oh, I can walk,” you said with a coquettish smirk.

To demonstrate, you strutted across the room and bent over to deposit the bags on the sofa, making sure he got a good look at your backside.

“They do make your legs look amazing,” he admitted.

“I think you meant to say my legs make the heels look amazing,” you replied, arching your brow and meeting his gaze with mischief dancing in your eyes.

He finally cracked the hint of a smile, barely creasing the skin around his gorgeous, hard eyes. “My mistake. Your incredible ass and stunning legs make those heels look pretty karking good.”

“Why, thank you. If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll let you lick them later.”

His eyes darkened, and he took a menacing step toward you.

“I bought you a present,” you purred, holding up a bag from a well-known atelier who specialized in bespoke lingerie.

He stopped in his tracks, eyes darting from your face, to the bag, and back to your face again. You walked toward him slowly, a deliberate swagger in your stride, making sure he had plenty of time to enjoy the view and the echoing click of your stilettos on the hard, marble floor. He surveyed you thoroughly as you approached, his eyes drifting appreciatively down your body and back up again. He kept his expression neutral, but you didn’t miss the subtle flex of his throat as he swallowed.

You slowed to a halt a few feet away from him, knowing full well that if he wanted to, he could easily reach out and pull you against his lovely, thick chest. But Alpha-17 was no fool, and he knew that you would reward his patience.

You held up the shopping bag, letting it dangle from a single finger in the space between you.

“For me?” he asked, a speculative gleam in his eyes.

“Good boys get presents,” you said with a flirtatious little smile that had his gaze riveted to your mouth. He reached for the bag, and you pulled it back slightly, causing him to narrow his eyes at you. “Have you been a good boy?”

“I did what you said, didn’t I?” he growled.

“Did you?” you asked.

“I tried,” he said sullenly. “I can’t sleep here. It’s too loud. Too many speeders. Too many people.”

“Oh, no, anything but people!” you said in a sympathetic tone laced with just enough mockery to annoy him. “My poor Alpha, having to share a planet with other inhabitants.”

“And I didn’t like to think about you out there without me to protect you,” he finished with a glare.

“I was perfectly safe, and you know it,” you replied. “Did you at least lie down?”

“I did. Even closed my eyes. When that didn’t work, I read a holonovel. Happy now?” he demanded testily.

“With you?” you asked softly. “Always.”

The tension in his face eased as he met your eyes. “I did try.”

“I know,” you soothed. “And I think that deserves a reward.”

You extended the bag to him, but he’d learned his lesson, and he waited until you pressed it into his hand before accepting it. He opened it gingerly, as though it might contain a thermal detonator, or perhaps a venomous reptile. When he saw the deep, emerald green lace and shimmersilk, he grinned.

“What do we have here?” he asked, pulling the dainty confection out of the bag.

“Just a little something for the best bodyguard in the galaxy,” you replied.

He held up the garment and inspected the complicated tangle of straps and fabric, and confusion flashed across his face.

“Er, mesh’la? I think it’s going to be a little big for you,” he said.

“Oh, darling, it’s not for me,” you laughed. “Now be a very good boy and go put it on.”

#alpha 17 #alpha 17 x reader #alpha 17 x you #gn reader #dom reader #x reader #dystopicjumpsuit writes

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haunted by math | alhaitham || genshin impact one shot

published on october 31st, 2023.

pairing: alhaitham x reader (friendship)

genre: fluff, slice of life

word count: 1.7k words.

synopsis: your best friend, alhaitham, surprises you on halloween. he suddenly felt extroverted, so he did something out of the ordinary. that’s the gist of it.

warning: lowercase is intended, alhaitham might be slightly out of character (?).

a/n: happy halloween, folks. i’m finally releasing a genshin fic after so many months :’) enjoy! hopefully this is funny enough for you guys.

“hey alhaitham, are you going to the haunted house on halloween? this organization on campus is hosting one.”

“i don’t see why i should waste my time on something as nonsensical as a haunted house. it’s fake anyway.” alhaitham responds to your question while reading a novel of some sort. he is always reading something, and he can somehow manage a conversation while reading as well. he’s the multitasking expert at this rate.

“even though it’s fake, it fits the october vibe!” you retort back with some excitement. you really want to see how alhaitham will behave in a haunted house. after all, he doesn’t seem like the type to get startled easily. but would he get startled from a sudden jump scare? that’s a sight you want to see.

“we can just carve out some pumpkins like we always do,” alhaitham exclaims once more. flipping a page of the novel he’s reading, he glances at you briefly. “i thought you said you wanted that to be an annual tradition. what’s with the sudden change of ideas, [your name]?”

you didn’t want to directly tell alhaitham that you want to see him startled, so you came up with another reason.

“just thought it would be fun to enter a haunted house. you have never been to one, right?” that’s a nice save, if you say so myself.

“you’re not wrong, but i don’t think i would enjoy something like a haunted house. i mean, i know that everything is fake, so it wouldn’t be too scary, would it?”

“why are you so logical…” you said, your lips forming a small frown.

“logic only continues to defy emotion, [your name]. that’s how this world works.”

you have to find a way to convince alhaitham to join you on this haunted house adventure, but alhaitham just isn’t budging.

so you just decided to let it go for now. you’ll bother him on another day.

time skip to halloween evening, which is when the haunted house is taking place. and alhaitham still won’t come with you to the haunted house, so you decided to bring kaveh, his roommate, with you instead. at least kaveh knows how to have fun in this sense.

when you told alhaitham that you will be going to the haunted house with kaveh, alhaitham tells you to bring some headphones with you because kaveh screams pretty freaking loud.

if only you knew that alhaitham was a little worried about you heading to the haunted house with kaveh. perhaps he is a tiny bit jealous for some reason. maybe he is afraid that kaveh will take up his best friend title just because he refuses to go to this haunted house with you. but that would be petty, right?

actually, this is bothering him because you didn’t want to carve pumpkins with him this year. you’re really persistent on attending this haunted house, huh? so be it.

if only you knew why he refused to attend the haunted house with you. guess you will only find out soon enough, would you? you might see it as a form of rejection, but alhaitham sees this as a great opportunity to show that he is the better person to be your best friend.

with kaveh gripping your arm firmly and walking slightly behind you, you both enter the haunted house. kaveh is just as tense as you were, a bit startled by the fake zombies dressed up in suits, as if they are teachers. there is a chalkboard that had shaky handwritings, in which, give off the idea that these zombie teachers wrote on the chalkboard.

there are also blood stains on the floor. it was fake, but the haunted house itself is dark. you only had a flashlight and a scared 6 ft blonde dude with you. there is also spooky music that only intensifies the tension in the haunted house. the theme of this haunted house is an abandoned school, it seems.

walking past the chalkboard, you hear someone pop up behind you and kaveh all of the sudden. this someone lets out a loud scream, startling both you and kaveh. seems to be an actor, who has a “decaying” looking face, like a zombie student, thanks to the help of makeup. this also caused kaveh to let out a shrilly scream. amused by this, you let out a chuckle. hearing you chuckle only causes kaveh to laugh along too, also a bit amused by the scream that he released from the jump scare.

kaveh was now holding onto your arm now in a tight grip, even more tensed up by what will come up next.

“[your name], why did you make me come here…” kaveh says, his voice is a little shaky.

“because i thought it would be fun. it’s scary, but you have to admit that this is entertaining.” you responded.

kaveh only huffs as a response. he does admit that he is having fun, but will he tell you that to your face? no.

“clearly, you’re amused by my screaming. what are you talking about?”

“i screamed too, kaveh. that startled me.”

“did you?” kaveh asks you. you can imagine kaveh’s face expression, where one of his eyebrows are raised up in suspicion. well, you’re imagining because the haunted house is dark.

“yes, i did,” you respond.

“no, you’re totally lying,” kaveh said back.

“you didn’t hear me scream thanks to your loud ass scream, kaveh. i didn’t think that your vocals can go that high. impressive,” you said.

after hearing kaveh huffing to what you said once more, you two continue walking. in the hallways, there is a body bag just leaning against the wall. actually, there are multiple of them, just lying around this section of the haunted house.

there was also bloody footprints on the floor and bloody handprints on the walls. clearly, it’s paint, but it still spooks you and kaveh out.

and then, the both of you walk through a door, a door that has a sign sitting at the right side of it that says ‘room 042’. seems to be a normal classroom of some sort.

all of the sudden you hear some quiet chanting?

feeling a little tense, you reluctantly walk into the classroom, with kaveh gripping onto your arm tightly now. it’s clear he can hear the chanting too, understanding what this actor is saying.

focusing on your hearing, you try to figure out what this actor is saying. you take a glance at the actor’s appearance. they are wearing a suit and a tie, with his face all zombified. seems to be a zombie teacher. for some reason, you can recognize this person, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“the circumference is the diameter multiplied by pi.”

“the pythagorean theorem is a-squared plus b-squared equals c-squared.”

“the integral of sin x is -cos x.”

“velocity is the change in displacement over the change of time.”

“the derivative of log x with a base of 10 is—“

holy shit, that’s pretty fucking horrifying.

immediately, you start screaming in terror. because you are definitely not a math person, these math equations and formulas are making your brain go haywire. actually, you’re screaming louder than kaveh ever did. as a response, you start running out of the classroom, leaving kaveh behind.

kaveh wasn’t that afraid of this because he’s an architect, an occupation where he deals with calculus and trigonometry on a regular basis. it also seems like he knows who is chanting these formulas too.

“you really should apologize to her later. [your name] really wanted to go to this haunted house with you, but who knew that you were an actor here. you finally decided to come out of that shell of yours, huh? i didn’t think you’d be the type to sign up for something like this,” kaveh says to no one in particular. however, he knows who is in this room. he then leaves the room too, his footsteps fading into silence.

kaveh does meet up with you at the end of the haunted house, in which, took a lot of bravery out of him. those actors dress as zombie students chasing him gave him quite an adrenaline rush. these zombie students have their brains exposed, wearing clothes with blood stains on it. clearly it’s fake, but kaveh was startled when they popped out of nowhere and started chasing him.

after the zombie students chase him, kaveh enters the cafeteria section, where there is an actor dressed as a lunch lady chopping up…is that a freaking corpse?! feeling very tensed up and his heart rate racing, kaveh does exit the cafeteria once the lunch lady lets out a creepy laugh. this laugh sounded genuinely evil and maniacal, as if they are enjoying chopping up a corpse like it’s an animal or something (this isn’t entirely wrong in this case, if ykyk).

once kaveh reaches at the end of the haunted house, he sees you waiting for him at a nearby table. kaveh then runs over to you and starts shaking you, wondering why did you just leave him in there by himself.

“well, those math formulas are scary.”

“okay, fair enough. guess they can be scary when you aren’t a math person.” kaveh said with understanding while laughing, a bit amused by your screams.

“you really can scream louder than me, huh?”

“oh, shush it.”

after that, you and kaveh walk back home together to log out for the evening.

on a random day in november, you are with alhaitham in the library. you were commenting about the haunted house and how scary it was, talking about one of the actors chanting physics and calculus equations. in addition, you also mention how it is a shame that alhaitham didn’t attend the haunted house.

if only you knew that he did attend the haunted house, but not in the way you’re thinking.

alhaitham is silently listening on your commentary, a bit satisfied by your comments about his acting. he is your best friend after all, so seeing you scream out of that room while he was chanting math formulas is amusing to him. but he does admit that he feels bad for spooking you out tremendously. he thinks about what kaveh said to him on that halloween night. he really should apologize to you for refusing to attend the haunted house with you. but for now, he will keep this actor thing a secret from you for now.

after all, he believes that you being haunted by math is entertaining. your logic ironically goes out of the window thanks to something so logical like math. in fact, your emotions take over when something logical like math is involved.

logic will always defy emotion, wouldn’t it?

end of chapter. next chapter: n/a

#alhaitham #al haitham #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #kaveh #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #halloween

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Hustle - CH4: Piltover

AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Ran & Reader, Established Relationship, assassin reader, Fluff, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, horny idiots in love, Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, sub Reader, Humor, Banter, Choking, Spanking, Teasing, Light Sadism, Begging, Strap-Ons, Lesbian Sex, Aftercare, Gambling, Smoking, lack of understanding card games, totally winging this shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, reader is not the most graceful creature, but Sevika adores reader all the more for it, Jealousy, Marking, Orgasm Delay, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Hurt/Comfort, a Yordle OC that we will likely never see again but I had entirely too much fun writing, 69 (Sex Position)

Word Count: 11.3k

Summary: Looking to make your nights with Sevika a bit more… exciting, you suggest making use of your shared talent for playing cards. Together, the two of you take the Undercity, and even Topside, by storm. And what’s more exciting than the thrill of winning, or watching your opponents whine and gripe in defeat, or earning far more coin than the two of you could possibly spend? The release of pent-up sexual desire that seems to come with each and every win, that’s what.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

The following days leading up to the tournament absolutely dragged by. Silco still had not given you an assignment, while Sevika and Ran had more than ever, leaving you to sit alone in your room with nothing to do but think. And the only thing you could think about was the damn tournament.

Ran had, by no surprise to you, selected your fake identity to be that of a princess. A fucking princess. But that was in all honesty the least of your worries. What plagued your mind the most was what you and Sevika would be wearing.

Would Ran have put Sevika in a dress? A suit? Something revealing? What color? And what probably took over most of your thoughts– what would she think of your very different than usual attire?

You’d never been one to care that much about your appearance before- only that you were clean, covered, and unnoticeable. Yet since you��d started seeing Sevika it suddenly became an unwelcome worry. Not because of anything she said or did. You were just fully aware of the types of girls she frequented at the brothel before you two became an item, and you knew you were nothing like them. But the dress you’d be wearing that night certainly could pass as above and beyond that.

So what would she think of it?

Both wildly nervous and excited, you found yourself struggling to focus as Ran helped you into your dress. They didn’t seem to mind though, lifting your arms and circling you as they fastened and straightened all the tiny and intricate pieces. It wasn’t until you felt them tug at the back of your bra that you realized they were done.

“Gonna have to lose this.” They slipped a finger beneath the waistband of your panties and gave it a little snap. “These too.”

Your wide eyes flicked to Ran’s grinning reflection in their floor-length mirror. Then, to your very visible bra and panties beneath your ‘dress’.

Right.

“Okay,” you said softly, heat rising up your neck and into your cheeks.

Ran removed the clasps of your bra and watched with blatant interest as you slipped it off and set it aside.

Slowly, you slipped your panties down, bending over and stepping out of them before setting them with your bra. The warmth flooding your cheeks reached an intensity close to burning, and you could feel Ran’s gaze on you from where they stood entirely too close. You straightened up just in time to catch Ran’s gaze roaming up your body in the mirror, their lips curling higher the further their eyes traveled.

“Very pretty,” they said softly, running their metal fingertips along the back of the gold piece around your neck.

Your body visibly trembled, goosebumps spreading across your bare skin. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to take your voice away. “Thanks,” you managed to get out.

“Sevika will be very pleased.”

God did you hope so.

“This way,” Ran instructed with a nod towards the bathroom.

Brows furrowed, you turned to them in confusion. “What now?”

“Makeup.”

Oh no. Please no.

Reluctantly, you followed them to a small sink cabinet where they pulled out a rather large container just chock full of various makeup. At least everything seemed to be shades of black or dark gray. No sign of pink.

Ran directed for you to turn towards them, and as you did, their black-painted lips curled into an amused grin.

Why did Ran and Sevika both seem to have this obsession with seeing you flustered?

While Ran silently worked on applying some foundation, your eyes darted around their bathroom, desperate to avoid making eye contact. As if that would somehow prevent them from seeing how your face burned red hot.

You've known Ran far longer than you and Sevika have been an… item. You're not even sure what to call what you and Sevika are to one another. You two fuck like you just met, cuddle like you're in the honeymoon phase, and banter like an old married couple. So whatever that's called, that's what you two have together.

But you’re almost less sure what you and Ran have. It used to seem platonic, but with every passing day, you get more of the feeling that Ran, and maybe even you, might have something more going on.

“Hey.”

Ran’s quiet voice finally drew your attention to them. And oh did you regret that.

Ran pursed their dark lips.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Were they going to…?

Then they leaned forward.

You froze. Caught like a deer in headlights. Awaiting the inevitable, which you honestly had no clue how to feel about it.

Oh fuck.

Your heart hammered in your chest and you quite honestly forgot how to breathe.

Oh shit.

And then, just when your eyes had fluttered shut and their lips were close enough to feel their warm breath fan across your dry lips, they suddenly pulled back.

What- just- happened?

Ran’s lips curled into a knowing smile as they held up the lipstick they had just retrieved from the container behind you.

And somehow your cheeks burned even hotter still.

You laughed awkwardly, then pushed your lips out for Ran to paint with what you noticed to be a dark red very similar to the color of the gems on your dress and jewelry. Which you also realized was quite close to the color of Sevika’s cloak. Likely intentional.

Heartbeat still not quite normal, you watched Ran’s lips quirk as they focused on applying the lipstick.

Fuck, you had almost kissed them.

What would they have done?

Would they like it?

Would you like it?

Would Sevika murder you both?

"Close your eyes," Ran instructed as they swapped the lipstick for some eyeshadow and eyeliner.

You did as asked, grateful to hide behind your lids while you regained what you could of your composure.

And pride.

“Done."

You examined your face in the small mirror above the sink, hardly recognizing yourself. But you had to admit, you actually felt really… pretty. Hopefully Sevika would think so too.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a sudden wet spray hit your neck and chest.

Ran grinned at your scrunched nose as they continued to all but douse you in perfume. One that had notes of cinnamon and vanilla.

At least it smells good.

“Here.” Ran held out a tiny black, sorry excuse of a purse. “Makeup is in there.”

Your gaze flitted between the tiny purse, your very bare legs, and then finally to Ran’s face. “Where the hell do I put my dagger?”

“You won’t need them,” Ran insisted while they left the room.

“But I’ll need makeup,” you mumbled sarcastically to yourself.

You followed Ran, not feeling entirely too convinced that you wouldn’t need daggers while sneaking into a fancy Piltover establishment to swindle every poor sap up there and from other prestigious nations out of every last coin in their possession. Hopefully Ran’s fake identities were convincing enough and nobody would recognize either of you. Sevika wasn’t exactly stealthy. Not to mention that augmented arm looked nothing like the tech topside or from any other lands that you knew of.

Ran set your heels in front of you.

As you stepped into them, you did not have a good feeling about that night.

Not.

At.

All.

The lift ride up to Piltover was excruciatingly long despite being only a mere two minutes top. Your body felt as if it was about to spontaneously combust despite being clad in such a skimpy dress. Hundreds of thoughts flooded your head about tonight. But one thought still remained at the forefront.

Sevika.

You still had no idea what she would look like. Or what role she’d be playing. Ran insisted it all be kept secret to help make the act of being strangers more believable. You glanced down at the ring adorning your finger, reminding yourself again of your fake name and persona.

Princess Ameya of Noxus.

Somehow your feet- your high-heel clad feet- managed to bring you all the way to the large, ornate marble stairs that led up to the equally massive and opulent establishment where the tournament would be held.

You scanned the area, nerves fried as your gaze traveled over the massive crowds of people making their way towards the stairs and into the building. Apparently your memory was not as good as you thought. It was a far bigger event than you recalled seeing as a child. How would you ever find Sevika?

After several long, calming breaths, you started to ascend the stairs, staying as far away from the crowds of strangers as possible. Rather than focus on your feet, you foolishly continued to look around for Sevika, only to trip on the front of your dress.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, barely managing to catch yourself before you went completely down. Your cheeks flooded with heat.

So much for being graceful.

In a pathetic attempt to make your fumble look less absurd, you knelt down to adjust the straps of one of your heels.

Deep breaths.

The sudden appearance of a pair of large, shiny black shoes on the step in front of you had your breath catching in your throat. A large shadow loomed over you, nearly blocking out all the light from the lamps lining the stairs.

Gods no.

But then a very familiar scent reached your nose. Smoke and spices you knew all too well. A welcoming, comforting mix. And yet, your body temperature skyrocketed and your stomach lurched all the same.

Your eyes slowly trailed up from the shiny black dress shoes to the black slacks that hugged deliciously thick, strong thighs– ones you could never get enough of. A black leather belt wrapped around curvy hips– a thick gold clasp front and center.

As your gaze continued to rise, you slowly stood up, eyes catching the dark red suit jacket that- to your dismay- covered beautiful arms, both flesh and metal. But something gold caught your eye. The prosthetic hand poking out from the end of the sleeve had been painted in shiny gold, with bits of dark red on just the tips of the claws.

Fancy.

No.

Sexy.

And then came the pièce de résistance- A silky, black blouse with the most knee-weakening plunging neckline you’d ever seen. It started wide at her shoulders, revealing delicious collarbones, then slowly angled into a V the further down it went, leaving you with an equally tantalizing view of cleavage, toned abs, and a sliver of her tummy before the fabric finally disappeared beneath her pants.

Holy fucking sweet Janna above have mercy on my gay ass.

Your gaze shot back up to where a gold choker with a dark red gem that matched yours hugged tightly around her thick neck. Examining her face you found her hair to still be tied back, but several strands lay loose to frame her face. Her makeup was also the usual palette with the exception of a hint of gold painting her dark lips. Lips that you realized were hung open, her cigarillo threatening to fall out at any moment.

Your gaze continued higher and that’s when you caught her wide gray eyes on you. She was just as stunned as you were.

You swallowed hard.

When had your heart started racing so fucking fast?

You stood frozen, completely transfixed on Sevika.

She broke free of her own daze first, removing her cigarillo and tossing it beside her feet to stomp out without taking her eyes off you. She held her flesh hand out, presumably for you to shake, and it took you a solid four seconds to even realize it and finally place your hand in hers.

“Warband leader Shakti of Noxus,” she introduced herself.

Well, that was not surprising, except that Ran had chosen the same region for both of you.

“Princess Ameya, also of Noxus.”

Sevika’s brow arched at your fake name, the corner of her mouth twitching– an almost smile.

Then she did something you never expected. She brought your hand to her mouth and pressed her lips to the back. Lips you could feel curl into that familiar smirk.

Your knees threatened to give out.

She released your hand, smirking at your stunned expression as she leaned in, bringing her mouth dangerously close to your ear. “Tell me, Princess Ameya, why I shouldn’t just fuck you right here and now,” she whispered huskily. And then, to make matters worse, she inhaled deeply before releasing a deep, long, sigh. “You smell good enough to eat too.” Then she pulled back to watch your expression.

You struggled to swallow, your throat tight and dry. Tilting your head back to peer up into her lust-filled eyes, you shakily whispered. “I- I could say the same to you, Shakti. But we- we need to control ourselves and get inside if we want this to go as planned.”

“Hm. Should have thought about that before showing up in that dress.”

You were about to retort when you heard the familiar sound of the hexgate activating not far from where you stood. Glancing up, you watched in reverence as one of the airships disappeared in an instant.

“Would love to fly in one of those one day. See some faraway place,” you murmured, more to yourself than to Sevika. When your attention fell back to her, you found her giving you a rather odd look. “What?”

Ignoring your question, she nodded towards the building. “After you, princess.”

Despite being tempted to press her further, you opted to brush that one off. Learning from your previous mistake, you gathered up the fabric on the front of your dress and started back up the stairs with Sevika not far behind.

At the entrance, that damn churning feeling in your stomach returned when you handed one of the doormen your ticket, fake name and signet included. His eyes shifted between you and the ticket several times. Somehow you managed to not only keep your expression cool and collected, you even flashed him a small flirty smile which earned you an instant- and gut-wrenching- smile in return.

“Enjoy your evening, ma’am,” he said and handed the ticket back.

“Thank you,” you replied as sweetly as you could manage before walking through the massive doorway.

The building was as you expected based on the exterior. Damn near everything was made of white marble. Large, opulent pillars lined the perimeter, rising up to the tall ceilings from which hung an absurd number of large glass and crystal chandeliers. Intricate details of gold wove around every pillar, every handrail, every light, every table, and even the large stained glass windows that lined the back of the building.

People from all over Runterra filled the massive room. Mostly men, but some had what you assumed to be wives or paid companions with them. All of which were dressed to the nines. At least you wouldn't stand out too terribly among them.

Sevika stepped up beside you, her eyes scanning the room as well. As she turned away, you realized her hair was not tied back with her usual band. Instead, she had a gold clasp with another matching dark red gem that looked lovely against her dark tresses.

“Lot of enforcers here,” she murmured out of the side of her mouth.

You made another visual sweep of the area, and sure enough, there were enforcers scattered everywhere.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

Most of them looked rather preoccupied and off guard, apparently not expecting any problems that night.

“They aren’t even paying any attention to their surroundings. We’ll be fine.” Though you spoke to Sevika, you were more so trying to calm yourself than her.

“Better be.”

Better be indeed. You had the sinking feeling Ran may have been wrong about you not needing your daggers.

The first game, despite a crowd of what you guessed to be around a few hundred competitors, had you playing against Sevika and six others.

Before you could take your seat, one of your opponents- a middle-aged man wearing entirely too much cologne- pulled your chair out for you.

“Ma’am,” he leered with a wink.

You inwardly cringed, but offered him the same fake smile you’d given the doorman. “Thank you.”

Sevika sat directly across from you, her eyes on you but expression cool and stoic as ever. You could only hope you looked even half as collected as her, but the presence of enforcers had you on pins and needles. You may not be a recognizable face, but Sevika was a bit more noticeable, even with a majority of her augmented arm hidden beneath her suit jacket. The lack of other female players didn’t exactly help the situation either. But everyone’s attention seemed to be drawn to you, which did not help ease your nerves whatsoever.

Probably the fucking dress.

While the dealer distributed the cards, another member of the house staff, a young, skinny woman in a skimpy dress- albeit less so than yours- handed out cigars to the men around the table. You could practically feel Sevika’s rage as the woman passed her up.

“Think you forgot someone, sweetheart,” Sevika drawled before the woman could walk away.

Sweetheart?!

Your right eye twitched, and the way Sevika was watching you intently from the corner of her eye did not go unnoticed. Nor did the way her mouth curled into a small lopsided grin when she saw you flinch.

Ass.

“Oh. I- Well-” the woman stammered as she turned to find Sevika staring up at her expectantly, “So sorry ma’am. Would you care for a cigar?”

Sevika took one from the proffered box, her eyes on you again as the woman cut and lit the cigar. She took several quick drags, smoke billowing from her mouth and nose as she spoke, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Your blood damn near boiled. She was clearly doing that on purpose to provoke you.

The woman pulled out a small ashtray, but before she could place it on the table Sevika’s flesh hand reached out to stop her. Sevika said nothing, but pulled out her own ashtray from her jacket pocket- the ashtray you had carved and gifted her long ago- and placed it on the table.

Your heart swelled with pride, teeth clamping down on the inside of your lip to keep from smiling.

Maybe you could forgive those earlier attempts to make you jealous.

The woman then looked across the table to you, her unease plainly written on her face. You nodded for her to bring you a cigar as well. Everyone at the table, including Sevika, watched with open interest as you took one of the cigars and allowed the woman to clip and light it. Apparently it was not only unusual for the ladies to gamble Topside, but also to smoke.

Ridiculous.

You took several careful drags, which were surprisingly smooth, and you wondered if it was comparable to the imported ones you had also given Sevika as a gift. No wonder she liked them so much.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The first game went fairly smoothly. Most of the opponents seemed to only be casual players. Much of them even had obvious tells, making your collusion with Sevika that much easier. Only problem was, that you two seemed to be distracting each other just as much as you did the other players.

You eyed your hand. It was shitty. Nothing but low-rank cards. Useless. You considered bluffing, but you were pretty confident Sevika had the best hand based on her previous signaling.

Your gaze rose with the intention to meet hers, but you found yourself pausing at the sight of her exposed chest.

Good god this was going to be a difficult night.

You managed to pull your attention away from that delightful swell of dark, soft flesh to make eye contact with her just before her turn. Then, with a deliberate show of blowing smoke from the left corner of your mouth, you silently told her to go all in.

Her eyes remained on your lips.

Shit.

Did she even realize you'd given her the signal?

You cleared your throat, thankfully drawing her attention back up to your eyes again. You took another drag of the cigar, repeating the motion of blowing from the left side of your mouth.

Once it came to her turn, she pushed all her chips to the center.

And sure enough, when it came to the remaining players showing their hands, Sevika had won.

If there was one good thing you could say about the players there, it was that they were much better losers than those of the Undercity. There were no threats of cheating, no groaning, no whining. Just congratulatory words, handshakes, and pats on the back.

Probably because they have an absurd amount of money to lose.

Money that by the end of the night, would certainly be yours and Sevika's.

For much of the remaining games, the two of you ended up separated. Not that it mattered much. Even alone, you both had no issue staying in the game. And where it did matter, near the last games, you two ended up ‘against’ each other more and more frequently.

However, when the second to last round put you two back at the same table and across from each other, you both found yourselves struggling to deal with the… distractions.

Before you could take a seat, one of your male opponents not only pulled your chair out for you- a common theme of the night- but also took your hand into his to kiss it, much like Sevika had on the stairs. Only he did not have you swooning. Rather, he had you fighting back the urge to smack him.

“Tell me, did a pretty lady such as yourself come alone tonight because she is… procurable?” he drawled in the most obnoxiously privileged tone.

That urge to smack then became the urge to full up annihilate. But you refrained, only for the sake of winning that damn tournament without getting thrown out or worse. Though if you’d had your daggers, there’d be no stopping you from putting a few extra holes in the man after the tournament ended.

Your gaze flitted to Sevika’s, just in time to catch the way her stormy eyes narrowed in on the point of contact. You were certain if it were possible she’d have set the man’s hand and face ablaze with only her eyes if she could. Your attention back on the man still holding your hand while you sat awkwardly beside him, you gave him a fake smile and a sharp, “I’m taken.”

“Oh? And he let you go off gambling? Alone?” the man asked, finally releasing your hand when you all but yanked it away.

" She trusts me and knows I can handle myself." You glanced over to Sevika again, pleased to find that subtle smirk of hers had returned.

“I- see,” the man replied awkwardly before taking a seat in the chair to your immediate left.

You were certainly going to enjoy seeing his face when he inevitably lost the game.

And that he did. Granted not as easily as you would have liked. Not only were the players more experienced, both you and Sevika found yourselves a bit too pent up after watching each other all night. Both of you were clearly dressed to tease the other. Ran had obviously thought it would be great to fuck with both of you, knock both of you off your game even though you had promised Ran a hefty share of the winnings.

And to make matters worse, the constant attention from the men had Sevika filled to the brim with jealousy– possessiveness. Despite her clear effort not to show it, you could easily tell she was losing patience. But so were you.

Once the round had ended, you two successfully colluding your way through it, you decided to take a short break before the final round to attempt to cool off in the restroom.

Thankfully the restroom appeared to be empty, aside from the nervous looking towel boy manning the door.

While you were checking your hair and makeup in the mirror, you heard the door open. You weren’t exactly surprised to hear Sevika’s deep voice as she spoke to the towel boy. However, you were surprised to hear the absurd excuse she used to get the boy to leave.

“They’re out of soap in the men’s restroom,” Sevika said gruffly, her expression stoic.

Curious to see how that could play out, you turned to lean back against the counter and watch the poor young man cower beneath Sevika’s towering presence. Your lips curled into a grin. Nothing better than seeing Sevika intimidate some innocent sap who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And you knew what she was there for. She was going to have it no matter what.

“Oh. I- Okay. I should- I should get more,” he stammered, shrinking away from Sevika and her threatening presence.

She hummed in affirmation, intentionally standing too close between the poor guy and the door, forcing him to have to turn his body sideways and shimmy his way out. The moment that door thudded shut, you heard the familiar click of the lock. Sevika turned to you and that stoic expression immediately devolved into a cocky smirk. She strode toward you in slow, deliberate steps while her eyes raked up your body, lingering over your chest, which was pushed out considerably with how you rested your forearms against the counter behind you and arched your back. Then she locked eyes with you.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you teased as she stood in front of you, the toes of her polished shoes touching the tips of your equally shiny black heels. Tilting your head back to keep her gaze, you flashed her your own cocky smile, one that could certainly match hers. “Just can’t stay away from me, can you?”

“Had to make sure nobody was making a move on my girl,” she replied.

“You do know this is a women’s restroom, right?” you asked. “Those men aren’t allowed in here.”

Lifting a single brow, Sevika played along with your obvious foolery. “Gotta worry about more than just the men trying to steal you, Princess.”

“You mean like that poor towel boy you just scared away?”

“Towel boy? That’s a fucking job?” she scoffed, “This place is fucking disgusting.” Her eyes left yours for a moment as they scanned over the pristine counter, golden faucets and sparkling sink bowls. “Too fucking pristine.”

“We could make it dirty,” you replied suggestively as you straightened up to hook your fingers through the belt loops of her slacks. Her eyes momentarily dropped to your hands as you pulled her closer before rising again to meet your gaze.

“You okay with being late to the final game?” she asked, doubt in her tone.

“Good point. You’ve been lacking in… efficiency lately. Might take you too long to get me off.” Your lips curled higher, simultaneously with the arch of her brow. Egging her on felt so damn good. Especially when you knew you’d be ‘paying for it’ eventually.

Allowing you to keep pulling her closer, Sevika slipped her hands behind you, ghosting down over the curve of your ass before grabbing, rather harshly, at your thighs. Hoisting you up onto the counter and spreading your legs in one swift motion, she brought her lips to your ear and chuckled at your startled yelp. “You’re going to be eating those words,” she husked.

“Maybe you should be eating me so we can get back out there on time,” you taunted, voice faltering just the slightest as heat spread through your body.

She pulled back, brows raised and eyes wide, but only briefly before that smug grin made its way back. “Not sure how I feel about this cocky attitude you seem to have picked up since we’ve been hustling.”

“You talk too much,” you taunted. You adjusted the spread of your thighs and decided you would thank Ran later for selecting a dress with such scandalously high slits. It provided no resistance, simply allowing your legs to move freely.

Giving Sevika's belt loops one last good tug, you pulled her closer before wrapping your arms around her neck. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Sevika’s smirk broadened as she raked those deliciously sharp claws up your back and into your hair. Cocking her head to the side as if considering something, she grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged. Hard.

The gasp that left your parted lips was quickly replaced with a soft moan as the pain in your scalp became a pleasurable tingle. Eyes towards the ceiling, you felt her mouth latch onto your exposed neck. Teeth, tongue, and lips roamed down the column of your throat, biting, licking, and sucking until you were left clutching her shoulders in unbridled bliss. But her mouth didn’t stop there. Your toes curled in anticipation as she dipped lower and over your cleavage.

Pulling the top of your dress off to the sides- a bit too aggressively, you thought- Sevika sucked into the skin of one fully exposed breast before taking the hardening peak into her mouth and teasing it with a roll of her tongue.

Breath hitching, you pulled her closer and attempted to grind against her waist where it met the apex of your thighs. “Fuck!” you gasped when her teeth clamped down on your nipple and tugged. Your back arched, pressing your chest closer to her delightful mouth. You could feel her lips curl into a smug smile against your breast as she chuckled lowly.

Still gripping your hair tight, she licked her way clear up your chest, throat, and jaw until her lips pressed against your ear. “I’m going to take my fucking time with you, Princess, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it,” she purred.

So fucking cocky.

You opened your mouth to retort, but whatever you’d had ready to fire was lost as she perfectly timed a sharp nip at your lobe and a pinch of your neglected nipple. “Sevika!” you hissed, nails digging into the suit jacket covering her shoulders. Your protest was just as lost on her as your unspoken retort when she released another deep, throaty chuckle into your ear.

Cocky, but so damn sexy.

The hand in your hair loosened enough to allow you to look Sevika in the eyes. Those alluring gray eyes were filled with the same lust and hunger as yours. And those damn sinfully full lips were pulled into an arrogant smirk that put yours to shame. You could already feel your confidence waning. Replaced with want. Need. You both knew it wouldn’t be long before you completely lost your ability to keep up the air of superiority. She’d have you submitting, becoming putty in her hands.

Just as she always did.

Sevika’s flesh hand slid down the front of your body towards your spread thighs. She stepped back to allow room for her hand to dip lower. Gray eyes watched with unabashed self-satisfaction as your expression faltered and you squirmed when her fingers skirted just outside the perimeter of your clothed heat.

As her hand traveled back up, she finally allowed her middle finger to press just the slightest bit between your slit. And fuck, you could feel how that saturated your dress. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you attempted to bite back a moan. Why you even bothered, you didn’t know. You were clearly going to lose that battle.

“Where’s that arrogance now, Princess?” she taunted.

“I-” Words failed you again as she continued to toy with you through your clothing, her fingertip teasing over your clit with just enough pressure to have you keening.

“Look how easily you fall apart for me. From just a simple touch,” she taunted, voice low and husky. She flipped the top of your skirt off to the side. “Hmm. Thought so,” she hummed at the sight of your completely nude lower half. “No bra. No panties. Were you anticipating this?” she asked, slowly running her finger through your wet slit.

“No I- I just- couldn’t- Oh fuck, Sevika…” Your thoughts drifted away as she slid the pad of her finger over your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands gripped her shoulders tighter, silently urging her to stop with the teasing.

“Couldn’t what?” she taunted, following with another, deeper, slide of her finger through your entrance before circling your clit. “Just couldn’t wait for me to fuck you?”

You said nothing, only focused on your breathing, which was getting heavier by the second. There was no sense in trying to speak. She’d just use those skilled fingers of hers to empty your head the moment you opened your mouth.

She must have been feeling generous that night, as she let your lack of reply slide, just as she let her finger slide slow and deep inside your cunt.

Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you fought back a moan. Not that it mattered much as she wasted no time in dragging her finger back out and along your walls, and with it a soft whine from your throat.

It seemed she wasn’t being entirely truthful about taking her time, because she no more than pulled that finger out only to sink a second one in alongside it. And she wasted no time working up a fast pace, sinful fingers curling and scissoring until you were no longer able to contain your sounds of bliss.

The moment she ran the side of her thumb across your throbbing clit you nearly clamped your legs shut, seized only by the strong grip of her metal hand on one of your thighs. Her sharp talons sunk into the soft flesh, leaving tiny indents in their wake.

In return, you dug your own nails into her shoulders, not as a means of retaliation, but as a means to ground yourself as your body thrummed with pleasure.

Her hot mouth returned to your neck to bite, suck, and lap at the sweat collecting there. Her fingers pumped faster. Thumb rubbing over your clit with a precision that left you bucking and whining pathetically. She chuckled, low and sinister against your throat, making that burning, tight knot in your belly draw even tighter.

You slid one hand down to grip her bicep through her sleeves, her wild thrusts threatening to turn every muscle in your body to liquid. The feeling beneath your hand- that strong muscle flexing, twisting, straining with each pump of her fingers- only served to work you up further.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Sevika rasped against your neck.

“Y-Yes!” your soft moan turned to a cry as she sank her teeth into the side of your neck.

Oh, you were beyond close. You were on the fucking edge.

And then–

She slowed her fingers, her thumb disappearing entirely from your aching clit.

“Fuck! No!” Your eyes flew wide open. “Sevika!”

Her deep, cruel laugh reverberated against your throat, pulling a wanton moan from your chest despite your distress. She dragged the tip of her tongue up along your neck until she reached your ear. Hot breath wafted over your sweat-slick skin as she purred sadistically, “So sorry, Princess. Seems I’m lacking in efficiency tonight.”

Your heart sank.

You should have known that earlier comment would come back to bite you in the ass.

Your grip on her shoulder and arm tightened as you desperately tried to grind against her hand. It was useless though. You could never match her movements, her touch.

“Sevika, I- I didn’t mean that!” you whimpered.

She lifted her head, a wicked grin plastered on her face.

Gods, how could she be both infuriating and hot as fuck at the same time?

She raised a single brow. "So you were lying to me?"

The panic, the pleasure from her still slow and deep thrusts, had you hopelessly searching for the right answer. Anything to get her to finish you. “No! I- I was- I was just teasing you.”

"Hmm, I dunno Princess. You hurt my feelings. Not sure I want to reward you for that,” she taunted, but there was not a single sign of sorrow or hurt on her face. Only pure, sadistic, unadulterated pleasure.

“I’m sorry. Please, Sevika,” you pleaded.

"Think I'm gonna need more convincing than that."

You tugged at her arm, acting entirely on instinct, but froze the moment you felt Sevika’s fingers still inside you and saw her brows downturn into a scowl. The metal claws on your thigh sank in deeper. You swallowed hard, breaths coming in ragged and desperate.

“I was- I was just teasing you. I didn’t mean it. You’re efficient. You know exactly what you’re doing,” you babbled. “Please Sevika.”

“That’s right. I do know what I’m doing, hmm?” she hummed, her fingers starting to pick up the pace again.

“Yes,” you mewled, eyes blinking away the tears threatening to spill over.

She stepped further between your legs until your near-naked chest pressed against hers. Gods did it feel wonderful, but it only got better from there. With her hand pressed between your bodies, she rocked her hips with each slide of fingers, as if she was fucking you with her strap.

Your gaze drifted from her soft smirk to her eyes sparkling with mirth and adoration.

“That’s my good girl,” she purred, her thumb returning to circle your clit.

“Oh god yes,” you keened. You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer as her pace increased even more and you felt that familiar sensation quickly start to rebuild.

With each roll of her hips, she pushed her fingers deeper before dragging them out harder. Her metal hand snaked up your back before wrapping around your neck, sharp tips digging into your chin and forcing your head to tilt the side. Her head dipped lower, mouth returning to suck and bite along the taut skin.

Soon enough your moans and the obscenely wet sounds from between your legs were echoing off the tiled walls and high ceiling. You heard none of it though, far too drunk on Sevika’s touch. Every muscle in your body tensed and you pulled her impossibly closer.

“Pl- Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she rasped into your neck before licking the mark she’d just left there.

“FUCK YES!” you cried out just as you were hit with the euphoric feeling of your orgasm. Your body spasmed, the walls of your cunt squeezing those thick digits. Without knowing, your hands buried into her hair, grabbing handfuls and yanking.

Sevika’s growl was a mere hum in your head as you rode that high. Her teeth clamped down hard on your neck, but all you could manage to vocalize the pain was a breathless gasp.

The moment you released her hair, body fully collapsing against hers, her fingers stilled inside you. When she pulled back to inspect you, you slouched forward more, burying your face in her chest. To your surprise, she let you rest there, cheeks cradled by the soft sides of her breasts. Somehow, even with your breath coming in loud, erratic huffs, you could hear her heartbeat, racing nearly as fast as yours.

She moved her prosthetic hand down to your back, the cool metal welcoming against your hot skin. Contrasting to how she’d been gripping you with those sharp talons just moments ago, she traced gentle patterns along your spine. “You look fucking beautiful tonight,” she murmured into the hair at the top of your head.

Your lips curled into a weak smile, heart fluttering in your chest. Maybe wearing that damn dress wasn’t so bad.

“You look beautiful every night,” she whispered- so softly you weren’t quite sure you heard her right.

You sat up, arms wrapped loosely around her neck, and gazed blearily into her gray eyes. She wore a surprisingly soft expression, her lips in a lopsided grin, but one that looked a hell of a lot less arrogant than usual. It just looked– adoring.

Fuck.

“Sevika,” you whispered softly. You weren’t even sure what to say. You’d known her for so long, yet she always seemed to surprise you at moments like these. Your big, strong, fierce teddy bear. “That’s so-”

She looked away from you, her metal hand ceasing its ministrations and her smile faltering.

Your heart sank.

She still struggled with her vulnerabilities, even around you.

Gently, you pulled her down by her neck, guiding her lips to yours. You kissed her softly, tenderly, and although she didn’t return it immediately, you did feel her metal fingers start to run along your back again.

When you pulled back, she reluctantly met your gaze.

“I’m having a great time tonight,” you said with a sweet smile. “But only because you’re here with me.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. An almost smile.

Just as your smile started to grow, you caught a flash of something in her eyes. You realized all too late what was going on.

She pulled her fingers out quickly, and with it- a startled yelp from you. You shot her a nasty glare, but didn't bother reprimanding her. It only ever fueled her smugness anyway.

Sevika stepped back, a crooked grin on her face.

Your hands dropped to the counter and you closed your legs, thighs warm and wet with your slick. "Fuck," you cursed softly, "I'm a mess."

"You're not the only one, Princess."

Your gaze fell to Sevika's fingers as she raised them in front of you. They were coated, clear down to her wrist. Heat rose from your neck to your cheeks.

“Tell you what,” she started, a devious look in her eyes that told you she had something in store for you. Something you weren’t sure you’d be entirely game for. “...you clean me and I'll clean you."

You swallowed hard, watching as Sevika’s eyes dropped to watch the bob of your throat. There couldn’t be much time left until the final round. It was too good a deal to miss, but you also couldn’t deny the lure of her proposition.

Turned out she was going to decide for you anyway.

“Tongue.”

You hesitated, eyes darting between her heated gaze and the locked door. Desire coiled tight in your core as she brought her hand closer. You gave into her demand, your desire, and let your tongue slip out to drag a long, flat line up from her wrist, over her palm, to the tip of her two fingers.

“That’s my good girl. Get it all,” she husked.

You parted your lips, allowing her to sink those two thick fingers deep inside your mouth. You gripped the side of the counter, eyes falling shut. The moan that rose from your throat was needy as the taste of your own release filled your mouth.

Sevika hummed appreciatively, pushing her fingers clear back to your throat before pressing down on your tongue. Once your lips wrapped tightly around them, she slowly dragged back out, the tips of her fingers lingering on the plush of your bottom lip for a moment longer.

Cold metal and warm, wet flesh fingers gripped your thighs, forcing them to open again so she could step between and bring her lips to yours. Her tongue swiped inside your mouth, chasing after the taste of you.

When she pulled back, you met her gaze through hooded eyes.

“Turn around. On your hands and knees,” she instructed.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowed. You looked to the floor, then the counter.

Where the hell did she expect that to happen?

“On the counter?” you asked incredulously.

One brow arched.

“There’s not enough room.”

Sevika remained unmoved, impatiently watching you shift nervously.

Hesitantly, you repositioned yourself, shimmying onto your knees first, then moving them as close to the front edge of the counter without falling off. With one more glance over your shoulder at Sevika, you bent over, arching your back into a sharp curve to take up as little space as possible. Even so, you had to turn your head, crane your neck, and smash the side of your face against the mirror to get yourself into position.

Despite the less than comfortable position, you were grateful for the contact against the mirror and counter, the cool materials a welcoming sensation to your quickly overheating body.

With the way your head was positioned, you could see most of Sevika within your periphery. She flipped the back of your skirt off to the side. Her smile- sinful and hungry- grew wider when she placed both hands on your thighs to spread them further, fully exposing you and all your wet glory. She stepped closer and your stomach pulled tighter, core clenching in anticipation. Her hands slid up to grip the bottom of your asscheeks, spreading them wider.

Your legs threatened to buckle the moment you felt her press the flat of her warm tongue against the inside of a thigh. A soft whimper pulled from your throat as she licked clear up, stopping just before reaching your dripping center.

Sevika hummed in appreciation, the vibrations traveling through your body from where her tongue pressed to the inside of your other thigh. She licked another long stripe, again pulling away just before reaching the point you were aching to have her.

Your reverie was temporarily interrupted by an unexpected sound at the door. “Sevika,” you whispered, “Someone is trying to get in!”

“Better clean you up fast then,” she purred before dragging the tip of her tongue up through your folds.

Your muscles tensed, core clenching and body instinctively pushing back into her face. Sharp pain radiated from where the tips of her fingers dug into your plump flesh. You knew that was her warning to sit still, but between the tantalizing drag of her tongue, the discomfort of your position, and the distraction of someone attempting to open the door, your body simply refused to cooperate.

“Sevika,” you whined when she pressed her tongue further between your folds. Pleasure radiated through the lower half of your body. Another swipe and you were squirming– teeming with desire.

“Sit. Still,” she growled against your cunt.

You clenched around nothing, body aching from the sound of her deep voice, the rumbling feeling of it carrying straight to your core. Another pathetic whimper fell past your parted lips.

Fighting the urge to push back again, you took your bottom lip between your teeth. Your toes curled as the tip of her tongue swirled around your clit. She knew exactly what to do to get you worked up quickly. It wouldn’t take much for you to reach that blissful pinnacle for the second time that night.

She started licking in earnest, tongue rapidly working between delving deep inside, to circling and flicking across the sensitive bundle above.

Your body rocked gently with each swipe of her tongue, face pressing further against the mirror. You placed a hand against the cool glass, trying to steady yourself. Your breath came in erratic gasps between wanton moans and mewls. Each sound you made only urged her to go deeper, faster, her nails sinking further into your skin.

No longer did the sounds coming from outside the restroom door reach your ears. Only the sloppy, wet, obscene sounds of her mouth and your desperate cries of pleasure.

Gods, it felt so good. Downright intoxicating.

The moment she placed her focus entirely on your clit, you knew you’d be done for in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, Sevika,” you sobbed, hardly able to take all she gave you. You were still overly sensitive from your first orgasm, and still wildly wound up from all of the night's excitement.

She hummed appreciatively– deep, low, and resounding.

Your breath hitched, then held tight in your chest as you froze, sensing the impending bliss.

And then you were falling.

Trails of fire raced through your body, through every muscle and vein. Her name fell from your lips in a choked sob. Your hand- fingers curled- slid down the slick mirror while she worked you through waves of pleasure.

When your body finally went limp, nearly collapsing along the counter, Sevika pulled her mouth away. Her grip on your ass released so she could rub soothing circles along the sweat-slick skin of your thighs and back.

You weren’t sure how long you knelt like that, slowly catching your breath and coming back to reality, but a muffled voice just outside the door finally knocked you from your reverie. Blinking several times, you attempted to sit up. Unfortunately, the moment you put any weight on your legs, they trembled and threatened to give way,

“Need help, Princess?”

You could hear the smirk on her face. Despite the desire not to give her the satisfaction of knowing you needed help, you knew there was no way in hell you were getting off that counter on your own. At least not without falling on your ass in the process.

“Please.”

She chuckled, but wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you against her as she backed away. After placing you on your feet, she held you for a moment, your back pressed to her front. Slowly, she pulled her arms away, but as soon as you took your hands off the counter and turned to face her, your wobbly legs gave way.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath, but she had caught you, her arms beneath yours and pulling you back to your feet. Your own hands flew up to her shoulders to steady yourself. Heat flooded your face yet again, only this time for a different reason.

“These stupid fucking heels,” you muttered, both of you knowing damn well that wasn’t really the problem in this case.

Sevika released another low, taunting laugh. She didn’t release you though. She kept her augmented arm wrapped firmly around your waist. Her human hand moved to gently grip your chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back.

You peered up at her, surprised to see her face go from smug to concerned the moment she got a good look at you.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, voice raspy, almost broken.

“What? No. I-” You paused, noticing her eyes darting across your face. Her grip loosened just enough for you to turn and face the mirror. And you found not only your answer, but quite a bit more. Your skin was stained where tears had run your mascara clear down your cheeks. Not only that, the mirror was fogged over, a small area clear from where your cheek had rested. A handprint smeared down alongside it as well. Your gaze raised to meet the reflection of Sevika’s, a smile pulling at your lips.

“These,” you pointed to your cheeks, “are from tears of joy.”

And there was that signature smirk again.

And oh was her mouth a mess! Your lipstick and her own was smeared all around her mouth.

You, however, were far more of a mess than her. Lipstick stains, bite marks, claw marks, bruises, and hickies littered nearly every exposed bit of your body- which was nearly everything. You brought your fingertips to one particularly bright mark along the side of your neck. Out of your periphery, you caught the way Sevika’s smile grew at the sight.

Sevika stepped closer to you, letting her own fingertips trail along the marks decorating your neck and shoulder.

“It’s not fair that all you have is makeup stains to clean up,” you pouted, eyes narrowed on her reflection. “I can’t clean or cover these up.”

“Needed to mark my territory,” Sevika drawled, ghosting her fingers down your bare arm.

You shivered, goosebumps following in the wake of her touch. “Did you forget nobody is supposed to know we're together?”

She didn’t reply, merely chuckled as she strode over to a nearby sink to wash up her face.

You rolled your eyes and set to work on cleaning up what you could of yourself.

Your gaze fell to your purse sitting on the counter and you actually felt grateful that Ran had given you the make-up. You opened it up, surprised to find a small piece of paper tucked in with the cosmetics. Curious, you pulled it out and flipped it open to find a small note written in Ran’s handwriting.

Hey Princess, Knew you’d need this after you two inevitably fuck in the restroom. -Ran

How the fuck did they know?!

You scoffed, rolled the paper up, and stuffed it back inside your purse.

After both you and Sevika had made yourselves presentable again, or at least as presentable as you could given how you looked as if you’d been ravaged by a… well, by a very strong, hungry woman, you both made your way to the door.

Sevika unlocked and opened the door wide, a smug grin plastered to her face as she walked past a small line of women as well as a very flustered-looking towel boy.

You followed after her, heat flooding your cheeks yet again as you received a host of wide eyes, gasps, glares, and looks of disgust.

It appeared as though the two of you had made it back just in time, the other two opponents for the final round already seated and exchanging uncomfortable glances when they noticed your marked skin and Sevika’s arrogant grin.

And Sevika’s cocky smile remained in place as she took her seat diagonally from you. She tucked a fresh cigar between those curled lips and lit it up, acting as if she didn’t have a care in the world that she had very obviously just fucked her supposed opponent. She was downright proud.

You couldn’t be more flattered for it either.

After the dealer passed out the cards, you both got your heads back into the game, but not for long.

Just as things seemed to be looking your way, your attention dropped to Sevika’s mouth, expecting her to signal the next move with how she blew the smoke of her cigar. Instead, you not only found her lips curling into a cocky smirk, but also the tip of her tongue teasing along the plush of her top lip.

That was definitely not one of the agreed-upon signals.

You cleared your throat, shifting in your seat as heat spread between your thighs. Your gaze rose to meet hers and it became immediately clear that she was intentionally toying with you. Distracting you.

Who are we competing against here?

Two could play that game though.

You leaned across the table, intentionally pressing your breasts together and out more as you drew a card. Peering up through your lashes, you found Sevika’s heated gaze focused right where you’d intended it. But the moment she caught sight of your little victory grin, she mirrored your action, deliberately leaning forward to draw her own card, teasing you with a very clear view of her soft curves.

Fucking tease.

Somehow you both managed to stay in the game long enough for the other two men to fold, leaving just the two of you to compete for first place. Though that meant you as a couple were assured the win, that didn’t stop either of you from trying to outwit the other– or out-distract the other.

Cards in one hand, but your eyes not-so-discreetly watching Sevika, you grabbed your drink with your free hand and slowly downed the rest of your drink, tilting your head back to make sure you left that long stretch of neck on display.

Sevika’s gaze dropped to your throat, watching it bob with each swallow of your drink. The corner of her mouth twitched, but she kept her head in the game, pushing the rest of her chips into the center.

Then she did something so fucking devious, you found yourself completely out of your own head. She adjusted her suit jacket and shirt, smooth enough for it to look to others like nothing more than a means to cool herself off, but to you, from your angle at the table, it revealed more than just a tease of that supple flesh.

You swallowed hard, shifting in your chair again and unintentionally rubbing your thighs together.

As if to really drive it home, the moment your eyes drifted up to her face, those damn sinful lips of hers curled into a cocky smirk.

“What’s it gonna be, Princess?” she sneered.

Fuck.

And that was it for you. Without even thinking, you folded.

“Rotten luck,” she sneered as she laid down her cards.

The place erupted into cheering, finally knocking you from your daze. Your attention fell to the cards on the table. You had the better hand, but she had played you. Bluffed and you fell for it so easily.

You slouched back in your seat, defeated and deflated, and just locked eyes with your smug partner as a large number of players and house staff congratulated the both of you. You heard none of it though, nor did Sevika, both of you too preoccupied with each other’s reactions.

It wasn’t until the both of you were being pulled away from the table by the crowd that you finally snapped out of it completely.

You followed Sevika to a large wooden counter at the back of the establishment, presumably where you’d both be collecting rewards.

Once enough of the crowd cleared away, you leaned toward Sevika to whisper, “You just got lucky.”

“Yeah?” she hummed with a smirk as she took her winnings from the woman behind the counter.

“Lucky Ran picked such a distracting fucking outfit for you. Threw me off my game.”

“Your outfit is just as distracting, Princess, and yet I still beat your ass.”

You were about to retort when you noticed her gaze set sternly on something in the distance. You followed the direction to find two young Enforcers talking suspiciously amongst themselves, their attention very obviously honed in on you and Sevika.

“We got a problem,” Sevika said through the side of her mouth.

“What's wrong?” you asked. But you were pretty sure you knew the answer.

“Those two are the ones who saw us fucking in the alley several weeks ago.”

Oh shit.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, “What do we do? There’s way too many Enforcers here and I don’t have any of my fucking daggers.”

“We need to get your winnings and get the hell out of here. Fast.”

You turned back to the woman behind the counter, forcing a smile as you anxiously waited for her to count out the money.

“Here you go! Congratulations you two! This is the first time we’ve had not only one, but two female winners!” she chirped as she slipped your winnings across the counter.

“Ha. Yeah. Thanks,” you said in a rush, grabbing the money and stuffing it in your purse.

“Will you be sticking around for the after-party?” the woman asked.

You didn’t even bother to answer as Sevika had already started hurriedly moving towards the exit. You took off after her just as the Enforcers started to make their way through the crowd towards you.

“Hey! Stop!” they called out.

Sevika started to book it, and you immediately took off with her, or at least as well as you could given the stupid fucking heels Ran had you wearing.

“Stop them! They’re imposters!”

Oh fuck. Oh Fuck.

Suddenly everyone in the building was watching the two of you sprint for the large doors, Enforcers from every corner now running at you.

Sevika, even in all her girth and large stature, was quickly getting too far ahead of you.

Stupid fucking heels.

You made it out the doors, just barely missing a random ‘hero’ trying to grab at your arm, but then you were faced with the dreaded stairs. Stairs that Sevika had already long ago descended.

“Fuck,” you cursed again. After a quick glance behind you and sizing up the distance between you and the nearest Enforcer, you could see there was no time for you to take your heels off. So down the stairs you went, holding your skirt up to the best of your ability.

Somehow, miraculously, you made it almost all the way down the stairs.

Almost.

The moment your left foot hit the second to last step though, you slipped and toppled forward. A startled yelp pulled from your throat as your body skidded across the pavement. Panicked, you peered over your shoulder to find several Enforcers gaining on you. And to make matters worse, your heel broke in the fall.

“Shit. Shit. Shit!”

Before you could even try to get to your feet, you suddenly found yourself being lifted into the air and thrown over Sevika’s shoulder.

“Fuck, Sevika!” you screamed.

Sevika clung to your barely covered ass as she sprinted toward the Piltover bridge, your body bouncing with every stomp of her large feet.

You wrapped your arms around her torso, holding on for dear life. Lifting your head, you spotted a large number of Enforcers closing in on the two of you, and fast. “They’re gaining on us!” you cried out.

“Shit,” Sevika cussed, but she kept her attention in front of her. Where exactly she planned to run to, you weren’t sure. The lift would never be fast enough for you two to escape, and the Enforcers could easily stop it even if you’d managed to get on it and start the descent into the Undercity.

And then, the next thing you knew, the pavement beneath you suddenly disappeared.

You two were airborne,

“Holy fucking shit, Sevika!” you cried out in terror. Eyes squeezed shut tight, you prayed to any deity listening that you would somehow make it out of this alive. A sudden loud thump, followed by your face smashing against Sevika’s back had you opening your eyes again. There was something beneath you now as Sevika continued to run, but it wasn’t pavement. It was a rooftop.

Good god she was seriously going to fucking jump all the way down with you slung over her shoulder.

As an assassin, you had yourself done that plenty of times. Descended from Piltover to the Undercity via jumping from rooftop to platform to rooftop. But never had you been at the mercy of someone carrying you while they did the jumping.

“Sevika!” you whined again when she leapt down to another platform, slamming hard enough against the metal beneath her feet to have your face smacking against her backside.

Sevika said nothing, just grunted and huffed as she continued to descend further into the darkness and smog that covered the Lanes.

“Sevika, there’s no way they are still following us. They probably stopped the moment you jumped. Put me down. Please!”

It wasn’t until her shiny black shoes hit the pavement and she made her way into a secluded alley that she finally set you on your feet. She looked you square in the eyes, her own narrowed and threatening as she attempted to catch her breath.

“What?” you exclaimed. “I should be mad at you!”

Chest still heaving with her labored breaths, she stepped into your bubble, glaring down at you. “You screamed my name. Multiple times,” she ground out, nostrils flaring.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oops.

“Well, you startled me! No warning at all. Just threw me like a sack over your shoulder!” you argued in your defense. She was right though. That was a pretty stupid move. Her name wasn’t exactly secret. Somebody would know her ties to Silco and come looking for her.

“Next time I’ll leave your useless ass there to get thrown into Stillwater,” she growled.

Your brows furrowed and you stuck your chin out defiantly, meeting her steely gaze. “You wouldn’t really leave me there.”

She arched her brow.

“You need me,” you continued.

“For what?” she spat, taking a step closer.

You took a step back, only for your back to hit a wall. “To fuck!” you spat back, then your voice dropped to a weak murmur, “and cuddle.” You recalled how mad Sevika had looked when Ran had mentioned exactly that to her the other day. Probably not your best choice for arguing when she was already peeved.

Your gaze fell, drifted to something on the pavement, nothing really, just away from her heated stare. “I’m sorry,” you said softly.

Sevika sighed, long and loud, and then you felt her take your chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently guiding you to look up at her again. Her features had somewhat softened. She looked frustrated more so than furious, but you still felt awful for your fuck up.

“I know,” she sighed.

“We won though,” you said quietly, hopefully searching her eyes for a sign of forgiveness.

“We did,” she agreed, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“A lot. Like a shit ton of money,” you continued, your own lips pulling into a small smile.

“Yeah.” A small smirk appeared.

“Those fancy pants idiots had no fucking clue what hit them.”

Her smirk grew.

“Thought there was no chance to be beaten by a couple of women,” you added, your smirk matching hers.

“Thought they could have what wasn’t theirs,” Sevika added, but you were pretty sure she wasn’t talking about the money, not with the way she looked at you.

“But they couldn’t. They’ll never take what belongs to you.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, eyes dropping to your mouth as her thumb swiped across your bottom lip.

Your lips parted and eyes fluttered shut as Sevika slowly leaned down.

“No. They won’t,” she whispered just before pressing her lips to yours. Both her hands fell to gently grip your waist, contrasting cool and warm smoothing over your bare skin.

Your hands slid up her torso, over that widening expanse of exposed skin until you reached the collar of her jacket and pulled your bodies closer.

As impractical as you thought your dress to be, you’d definitely have to thank Ran. Between your wide-open front dress and Sevika’s plunging neckline, you could feel so much of her warm skin against yours, including those lovely, soft breasts of hers. You sighed into her mouth, mind emptying all previous worries and succumbing to the soft touch of your otherwise rough lover.

After several blissful moments, Sevika finally broke the kiss.

You peered up at her adoringly through half-lidded eyes and she returned the gaze with a crooked grin.

She slowly stepped back, leaving you feeling cold without her touch. Her eyes traveled down the length of your body, catching sight of your skinned, bloody knees and broken heel. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up, Princess,” she said before scooping you up into her arms bridal style.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, wearing the biggest grin as you pressed a kiss to her scarred cheek. “Does this make you my prince?” you teased.

She shook her head as if disgusted, but you saw the little smirk still playing on her lips.

“Or maybe my Queen?”

She raised a single brow. “Wouldn’t that make me your mother?”

“I could call you mommy, if that’s what you’re into,” you joked.

She openly smirked. “Would rather you call me daddy.”

Oh.

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