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ellieslittlewh0re · 10 months

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chapped lips - seattle! ellie x wlf reader

summary - you’re kinda new to the wlf and when your group gets taken out by scars, you’re left alone… at least that’s what you thought until a girl knocks you unconscious and holds you hostage.

wk - 5k

additional tags - revenge! ellie, interrogation play, canon game violence, blood! mention, gun play, name calling, mean! ellie, rough lesbian sex, fingering (e! and reader both receiving) humping?, reader! is a little off her rockers bc she me fr, use of the word daddy (im sorry), degrading (e! to reader), thigh riding, name calling (crazy bitch, slut, whore), this is literally canon seattle! ellie in all her glory, no physical description of reader

It don't know how it happened. I was supposed to go to my post and take out any scars that I came across. Basically, it was suppose to be a normal, average day. I got up at the usual time, ate what I normally would eat before heading out and hell.. I was even was with the usual group that I was always working with. Posted up in a less trafficked area had us comfy, cocky even. My group had their guards down. Me included. Sneaky assholes got the high ground on us.

I don't know if I was the only one who made it. In the chaos of guns firing, arrows flying and the screams of my people being slaughtered, I had ducked into a building in downtown Seattle. Up until now I didn't even know this building was here since we never bothered to send anyone out this far from base.

"Fuck." I take a deep breath, steadying the gun I clutched in my hands. I draw it, pointing it towards the front door and windows that lined up facing the street. I scan with my gun looking for anything really. Scars, anyone from my group that may have survived. Any movement at all but it was silent. Bodies littered the street. I recognize a comrades body that laid lifeless on a hood of a rusted taxi.

I can't stay here. I thought to myself, cowering behind a counter still squeezing the pistol in my hands.

"C'mon. You got this." I take a few deep breaths to gain to courage to get the fuck out of there. I squeeze my eyes shut for just a moment when a slight squeak of the linoleum floor alerted me. I snap my head to the direction of the noise. A flash of color and something came down heavy on my head then everything went black.

"Hey-"

Was I dreaming?

"Wake up."

Who's voice is that? Did I dream the whole thing? I am waking up for the first time and my whole grouped didn't just get killed in front of me.

*slap*

My eyes fly open and my head is pounding. I blink repeatedly trying to take in the surroundings. It didn't look like my barracks room. My cheek began to sting and I go to touch it, but I couldn't.

"About time."

I follow the voice looking up. It was a girl. A girl I didn't recognize.

"What? who'r you?" I groan in agony. My head felt like it was going to explode and my wrists started to go numb. I look up to my hands that were cuffed to a drawer above me. Skin red around where the metal was digging in. This definitely wasn't a dream.

"Where's Abby?" She knelt down in front of me using a bat to steady herself. Her voice was raspy, demanding and didn't sound like she was looking to make a friend.

"Who?" My voice went up a pitch from annoyance. Who the fuck is this girl and why the fuck is she holding me hostage.

"Don't play dumb. Abby Anderson. She's one of you." She takes her index finger and moves it up to the patch on my jacket.

"You think I know every wolf? There's fucking hundreds of us." I shove my shoulder into her hand, forcing her touch away.

"For your sake you should probably think a little harder." She stood and hovered over me, adjusting the grip on the bat she was wielding.

"Or?- What? You're going to kill me?" I let out a humorless chuckle. I furrow my brows at her, puffing out my chest trying to come off as intimidating even if I was the one restrained.

"It's your last chance." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her knuckles turning white from her firm grip on the bat.

"Fuck you." I spat. Yanking on cuffs, but it didn't help. I felt the stinging around my wrist intensify and a warm trickle down my arm. I didn't know why I was fighting anymore. I didn't want to be apart of the this group in the first place but they had guns and food, things necessary to survive and I wanted to keep living. It felt like it was going to be cut short anyways when I notice her bring the bat over her head and throw it down towards my face.

"WAIT!" I flinch and scream just before it could make contact causing her to pause. I take a few deep, shaky breaths as she crouched down in front of me once again.

"You said Abby... Blonde hair? Works out a lot?" Too scared to make eye contact I keep my eyes fixated on the girls shoes. Dirty converse that were worn and stained with blood.

"Where." She wasn't asking she was demanding. Her tone was sharp and cold which made me flinch.

"No- no one has seen her since yesterday..." a tremble could be heard in my voice. I shut my eyes and brace for the wood. Either she's not going to believe me and kill me or it wasn't what she'd want to hear and kill me.

"Bull-fucking-shit." She chucked lightly but it wasn't out of humor.

"It's the truth. She left without permission yesterday and hasn't come back." I gain the courage to look in her eyes and stand my ground. Hoping that she'd just believe me and let me go.

She stood, pacing back in forth dragging the bat behind her.

"Please- just let me go.... I won't say anything. I'll just pretend-" I was cut off by the shattering of glass. I got on my feet and peek over the counter at the front windows. Familiar whistles and people in homemade leather jackets start to flank the building.

"Fuck me." The girl cursed under her breath, taking cover behind a shelving unit a few feet from me.

"Unlock it." I demanded. Pulling at the cuffs.

"Fuck no. You'll just kill me as soon as you get the chance." She held her pistol firming by the side of her head, peaking around the shelves. A arrow flew past her, missing by a few centimeters.

"No... I'll help kill these fuckers and then I'll try to kill you." My patience was wearing thin and she seemed to appreciate the honesty. She readied herself, taking a few steps back and then running across the open fire, sliding herself next to me.

"Don't move."

"Wait- why?-" I was cut off by the sound her gun firing and I felt a burning sensation in between my wrists. I felt my hands free from the awkward position.

"Give me my gun." I held my hand out, peaking over the counter in a frenzied state. She hesitates making me look at her in frustration. My eyes widen in a 'what the fuck are you doing' kind of way.

"We kill these fuckers first. Yeah?" She raised her brows at me with a nod. I roll my eyes at her and huff.

"Oh my fucking god-" I was cut off by the sound of more glass shattering and gun fire, casing me to flinch.

She slapped down the weapon in my open palm and give me a look of 'you ready?' and I nod back to her.

She fires gun shots at the entrance as I make it over to the other side of the building. I keep myself concealed, ducking and sliding behind furniture as I try to take them by surprise. I find a broken window and jump out of it and take cover behind the same taxi except now blood poured from the hood. I peak from behind the car and take aim at a scar that was further behind the rest. I steady my hand and shoot casing him to go down. The sound of my gun alerting another one. He aims his rifle at me, but it was too late I let another bullet fire, hitting him in the chest. The girl who was once my captor was now my partner for the time being. She proved herself useful and skilled. She'd taken out a few that were closest to the building, making more flood the front which just made it easier for me.

The sound of gun firing had stopped, leaving the sound of wind that rustled the trash in the streets. I scan the street and slowly start to stand up from behind the car when I felt a hand throw me backwards by my hair.

"AH!" I scream, trying to pry the hands from my scalp. A large man with a machete crawled on top of me. I reach for my gun that fell to my side but he tosses it out of reach. I hit and claw at the bald man's face which made him put his knees on my arms, leaving me completely helpless against his strength.

"Such a pretty little thing." The man sneers and I felt him wrap his hands around my throat. I gasp and flail trying to loosen myself from him, but I couldn't. He squeezed harder and harder, making my vision go blurry and I heard ringing in my ears. It started to go dark again but I heard one last *pop* and the tension around my neck relaxed. I gasp and cough, not really sure what happened. I felt warm liquid pool down my neck in chest. I look down to see the now dead man partially on top of me, open wound to the back of his head. I push him off and crawl out from underneath him.

"What the fuck is wrong with these people." I continue to try and catch my breath, wiping away the blood splatter and sweat off of my face.

"You're welcome."

My state of adrenaline induced shock was interrupted by the girls voice. I turn to her in disbelief that one: she killed somebody to save me and two: she had the nerve to crack a joke right now.

"I didn't ask for your help." I pick my gun off of the ground, shoving it into the waist of my jeans.

"Oh? So you wanted him to kill you?" She sounded annoyed that I didn't kiss her feet for the favor.

"What does it matter? You're going to kill me anyways!" I throw my hands up as my voice grew louder. I hear her sigh and suck her teeth. I didn't understand her. She was fully intended on bashing my head open, but then she had a change of heart and saves me?

"If you're done here can we get this over with?" I snap at her and start to walk back into the building.

"Not here. Not safe anymore."

I paused briefly, confused by her words. 'Not safe anymore' what does that matter if you're just going to kill me?

I follow her a few blocks away making sure to hang a few feet back. I would be so easy to shoot her right now and she'd have no idea. I should shoot her. I mean she knocked me unconscious, cuffed me and threatened to kill me. It's clear she has issues with the WLF and specifically this Abby chick. Whatever it is, I don't care. I have my own personal beef with the WLF and this girl she's looking for isn't my friend or anyone special to me so maybe that's why I didn't shoot her.

"Seriously where the fuck are we going?" I break the silence and my voice echoed throughout the street.

"Somewhere secure." She answered but continued to look straight ahead.

We continued to walk for another half hour or so, the only noise was the sound of our feet shuffling pebbles and debris that littered the roads.

"How much further?" My agitation grew with each passing minute. Growing more anxious that I had no idea what this girl plans to do with me.

"Stop bitching. We're here." She stopped in her place making me almost run into her.

I look up at the sign on the front of the building that read 'Pinnacle Theater' and scoffed.

"Is now the best time to watch a movie?"

"It's safe." She snapped, turning back to shoot me a glare.

Safe? Safe from what? The only thing that's a threat to my safety right now is her so why did she bring me here?

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and follow her into the building.

I take in the surroundings of the theater. The large burgundy curtains that hung on the walls gave it a gaudy, over the top feel. Once fancy chairs and couches were now coated in a thick layer of dust and mildew. My attention to the interior of the large room was diverted to a rattling behind me.

"What are you doing?" I furrow my brows at her in confusion as she was putting the legs of a chair in between the handles of the doors.

"Do you want more of those assholes showing up?" She spit back, sounding annoyed that I had the audacity to question her. I roll my eyes once again at her attitude, crossing my arms over chest in a way to shield myself.

"Sit." The seriousness of her tone snapped me out of thoughts and caused me to look at her. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her jaw was tense, making her bone structure more defined than it already was. I was scared of her so I obeyed, slowly lowering myself on a nearby couch while keeping my eyes on her. If she was going to make a move I didn't want to be caught off guard.

"Where's Abby?" She took a few steps closer to me and maintained a hateful stare.

"I told you... she left."

I watch her face contort from my words. The slight flare of her nostrils and the curl of her lip made my heart start to pound faster. She started to pace again... forward a few steps and turning around and doing the same, repeating her movements. A fuse was being snapped the longer I watched her, a switch within that was half-way being flipped. She stopped her pacing and lunged at me, whipping out her pistol out of her back pocket to point it at my face.

"Where?" Her voice became course and there was a slight tremble.

"Pl-please.... I told you already. I've just joined the WLF a few months ago... I don't know anything." I flinch. Breaking the eye contact turning my face away, squeezing my eyes shut.

I hear her take a quick breath and then the cocking of her gun. I let out a whimper, squeezed my eyes even tighter and braced for what's to come.

"Fuck-" She breathed heavily and I hear her take a few steps back lowering her gun. I timidly open my eyes and watch her as she sits on the ground. Her head hung low in between her legs that were propped up. Her hand was still clutched around the handle of her gun but I noticed the tremble of her free hand. She breathed heavily, slowly like she was trying to sooth herself. The tough act that she put on up until this point was now crumbling beneath her feet.

I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanting to flee and another part of me wanted to comfort her which confused me. I don't know her and our first time meeting each other wasn't really all that pleasant, but she was hurting and that was something that I could connect with. I hear her sniffle and she quickly goes to wipe the tears.

"Hey-" I start to get up but was rudely stopped by her pointing her gun as she stood and took a few steps back.

"I-I'm not going to hurt you if you don't hurt me." I held my hands up high for her to see as I slowly reach into my waistband as she followed my movements with her gun. The sound of mental hitting the carpeted floor bounced off the walls. Maybe I'm trusting her too much by discarding the only weapon I had to defend myself, but I felt like she didn't want to hurt me she just felt like she had no other choice.

"See?" I lower my hands back down to my side as she looked at me with confusion, the grip on her weapon tightening.

"You think I won't?" She took a few strides forward, now leaving me at arm's length with only a few inches between the tip of her gun and my chest. My teeth clench and I break out in a cold sweat.

"No. I don't." I take a small step forward allowing her gun to dig into my chest. I felt coldness of the barrel through my clothes. My breath hitched and a shudder ran up my spine. The girl looked at me in disbelief, glancing at my partly opened lips and the contact of her gun.

"You're fucking crazy." She chuckled lowly.

"Maybe." I whispered as I tilt my head to the side. We stood in this position for what felt like hours but in reality probably only a few seconds had gone by. I noticed her breathing pick up as she fixed her eyes on the cleavage that poured out the top of my low cut shirt. A realization hit me when I noticed what she was looking at. She was turned on by what she saw. I didn't know if it was simply because she found me attractive or the whole holding me at gunpoint and at her mercy was just a fucked up kink of hers.

Getting a closer look at her face she was quite beautiful, handsome almost. Bright green eyes framed by dark long lashes, freckles dispensed unevenly across her face, full lips that had a scar that ran through the top corner and how her dark auburn hair was tied up messily in a half up- half down style. Her sharpe bone structure making her seem more masculine and how she carried herself was much more of a man. She was a type of girl I hardly came across and she was exactly my type.

I grab her gun slowly and push it down and to my surprise she didn't retaliate. I take one last step forward until we are chest to chest. I didn't realize it before, but she is much taller than me. She could easily overpower me and I just hoped it didn't come down to that. I subconsciously bit down on my lip as I look at her parted mouth, I felt her breath brush against my own.

"What are you doing?" She breathed, leaning in slightly looking perplexed.

"If you're not going to kill me then what else are we going to do?" I blink wide-eyed at her, cocking my head slightly as a whininess took over my voice. The corner of her lips tugged up into a devilish smirk.

Her hand gripped tightly on arm, forcing me backwards. She pushed me down on the couch, pining my back against it as she got on top and straddled my legs.

"You really are fucking crazy." She gritted through her teeth before I felt her lips clash against mine. Her lips were chapped and felt rough against my own. The aggression and desperation of her kiss caused me to moan as her tongue slipped into my mouth. I felt fingers tips drag over my thin fabric top before she squeezed my breast harshly.

"Fuck-" I break the kiss, looking at her through half hooded eyes. I was panting looking up at the girl as she looked down on me with hunger. I felt a heat building in my core making my decision making fuzzy. I roll my head to the side and noticed her hand still holding onto her gun. Dark green-blue ink that came together into a delicate looking drawing covered almost her entire forearm.

Her fingers were long and small cuts and scrapes covered them. I imagined what she would feel like inside of me which caused a small whine to leave my lips. Maybe I am crazy...because why the fuck am I having these thoughts when she is holding a gun this close to my head all the while making out with me? She glanced to where I was looking and caught me deep in my thoughts.

"Does this turn you on? Huh?" She lifted her hand that held the weapon and swayed it in front of my face, almost in a way of trying to shame me.

A whimper escaped my lips unintentionally and a deep-rooted desire was coming to the surface. I don't know if it was the stress or how attracted I was to her, but being scared of her just made me all the more aroused.

"You're so fucked up." She humiliates me like she was on a power trip as she pressed the tip of the gun to my temple. My body shudders as I felt the icy metal brush against my skin.

"Pl-please..." I whine at her, begging her to do something about the heat building in my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together underneath her as tears start to form in my eyes.

"Please what? Use your words princess." She kissed slowly at my neck.

"Touch me." I breathe out, my voice trembling.

I hear a giggle and her breath in my neck.

"Name's Ellie. Use it." She sternly demanded. Her voice rough and almost hoarse.

"Ellie- I need you t-to touch me." My hips started to grind the air, desperate for some sort of friction.

"Good girl." I felt her teeth dig into my neck before lifting herself back up to look down at me. She kept her eyes on my own as she placed her gun down, probably making sure I wouldn't try to grab it. Her hands move down to unbutton my pants and I lift my ass, allowing her to remove them completely. My breathing hitched as she cupped my pussy, gently rubbing small circles over my underwear.

"Fuuuck- you're so fucking wet for me even though I tried to kill you. You're such a crazy bitch." Her choice of words made the throbbing more intense.

I moan as I move my hips against her hand, head rolling back as I focus on getting myself off but she pulled her hand away before I could.

I watch her confused as she lifts herself off of me and then sitting back down.

"Get on top." She sounded impatient, patting her leg.

I hesitantly crawl further down the couch, lifting one leg over her thigh and holding her shoulders to steady me.

I felt her fingers wrapped behind my neck pulling me in to reconnect our lips. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth as I let out another moan. The thin fabric of my underwear, now soaked, made the ridges of her jeans more apparent.

"Mm fuck- el-lie." My hips started to rock back and forth against her leg.

"That's it. Use me, slut." She gritted, molding various parts of my exposed skin in between her fingers.

I felt her hands grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. She kissed and bit at the delicate skin between my breast, but it wasn't enough. She pulled my bra down so the straps hung off of my shoulders, leaving my chest exposed. Her mouth enveloped my nipple, sucking and then biting it gently.

"Fuuu- mmm-" Biting my lip to silence my wines as I felt goosebumps form on my exposed skin.

My hand wondered down to the button on her jeans as steadied myself with the other.

"C-can I?" I ask for permission through wet eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed upwards but was already unzipping her pants and slipping my hand inside. Her hand that harshly gripped my side came up around my throat causing me to pause. I felt her fingers squeeze around my neck but she didn't say anything. I study her expression trying to understand if she wanted me to stop. Her eyes were dark and filled with lust, lips parted as her chest rose and fell from her rapid breathing. I cautiously slipped my fingers in between her folds, feeling the slickness of her arousal.

"Fuck-" She leaned her head back against the couch and adjusted her hips, allowing me easier access. She rocked her pussy into my fingers as I did the same on her thigh. Seeing her in this submissive position and at mercy to what I was doing to her made my heat burn hotter. She must have felt the way I was watching her and switched back to her more controlling behavior, slipping her hand in my underwear.

"Mmmm-" I bit down on my lip, throwing my head back while still trying to keep my rhythm on her pussy. I dragged my cunt against her fingers. My hole dripping and coating her hand and letting her slip her finger in easily.

"Ahh... Fuck.. yes Ellie- j-just like that." I started to bounce my pussy on her finger, leaning back and grabbing the back of my calf with one hand to keep me stabilized while the other sloppily encircled her clit.

"Keep doing that baby.." She breathed heavily and her words broken while still trying to maintain her position of power, but she was weakened from my touch. Her aggressive, harsh tone was now much softer and feminine. Her whimpers and moans sounded like honey coated candies, sweet and sounded like music to my ears. Her breathing quickened and the distance between her cries were getting shorter. Her eyes squeezed shut as her head tilted back, signaling she was close.

"Fuck- I'm-" Her jaw hung open and her body tensed underneath me.

"C-cum fr' me Ellie.." I bounced lazily on her fingers, wet sloshes and strained moaning filled the room. I slowed my pace against her clit as her hips stilled and then buckled, leaving her limp for a few seconds.

Her chest rising and falling deeply as she caught her breath. She looked at me with wide eyes then shifted back to the girl I first met. Her eyes darkened and her jaw tensed, lifting herself as she held into my thigh putting me beneath her once again. I look up at her with sex drunk eyes, pulling her down to feel her chapped lips on mine. I held onto the sides of her face as we tasted each other, savoring every last drop.

"You're so f'ckn sexy baby." She panted, reaching down and rushing to tug my underwear out of her way.

"Mmm Fuuu—" I moan, bitting my bottom lip as I felt her fingers slip between my folds.

"M' not gonna go easy on you." She mumbled into my neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses behind my ear.

"G-good." My voice trembled as I felt a finger enter and a second follow shortly behind. Her pace quickened and my eyes start to fill with tears. I look up at her through wet eye lashes, pitiful and dazed. I pull her head down and kiss her deeply, moaning into her mouth.

Her fingers pounded into my cunt without mercy, leaving my body limp and unable to control myself. My moans turned to screaming as her wrist slapped against my clit with each thrust. The fingers of her free hand dug into my leg that was draped over her shoulder as she gently placed kisses to my calf.

"M' so close..." I cry out, tear stained cheeks as I study her face, her watching how my pussy takes her fingers. Her brows furrowed, her mouth hung open ever so slightly. The sweat glistened on her nose and forehead from the rigorous movements. The milky fluid of my sex coated her knuckles.

"You like it rough- huh?" She gritted through her teeth, grabbing the back of my thigh and pushing it forward, allowing the pressure to dig deeper.

"Oh- ohhh Fuuck.. y- yes daddy.. mm-" I barely can make out, eyes rolled back into my head as she fucks against my cervix.

"Be a good girl- Cum fr' daddy." Her raspy, sex driven voice ricocheted through my body. My back arched, my head fuzzy as I grabbed the couch cushion. The air was sticky and thick as my hips rolled and twitched sporadically, not being able to control my movements. I watch her through blurred vision, the silhouette of her hazy from my tear filled eyes. My jaw falls open, my eyes squeeze shut and my climax rolls throughout my body like waves. Bolts of electricity course through me causing my hips to jolt. She slows her pace against my cunt, riding me out until my body stills.

I lay motionless, body splayed out on the couch as I catch my breath. My pussy continued to throb from the sudden absence. I felt her sit down on the couch just below my propped-up knees, causing me to look down at her from my horizontal position. She examined her fingers, still wet, and brought them to her mouth.

"You taste so good baby.. I need more."

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fillinforlater · 8 months

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Highkey

Choi Yujin x Shen Xiaoting

Length: 1042 words

Tags: lesbian sex, lesbian relationship, idol x idol, lovers with high sex drives, teasing, kissing, body worship, tits play, clit play, bodies rubbing each other, lesbian missionary?, quickie

TW: barely edited quickie

Inspiration: this comment by our dear @nsfwmaemi

(A/N: Squeezed this out in like 1 hour. It had to be done, those two just fit together. Also: WTF is this GIF, why is it so hot? And 10 hours long???)

"Yujinie~"

Xiaoting's whisper falls on deaf ears—at least that's what she is supposed to believe. It's not like Yujin doesn't like the approaches and needy whines by the chinese girl in her bed. The two have been fucking almost every night for months. A single touch by the other and the two get into heat.

Tonight, Yujin decided to tease her lover. Xiaoting moans softly from behind, but Yujin continues to 'sleep', clinging to her blanket, her wetness and softness increasing rapidly. She doesn't even budge when she hears Xiaoting clearly undressing and throwing away pants and panties (why the hell is she still wearing those anyways? Not like they aren't ruined at the end of every damn night).

Yujin smiles and snores, Xiaoting would have to bring out bigger guns. Her appeals by the usual means are worthless tonight, so she opts for a more bold, radical idea, one that Yujin cannot resist—one that she has actually wanted to provoke all along.

"Yujinie~ your cute little~ butt~"

A hand in the back of Yujin's pajama pants gropes one of her soft buttocks, finds a lack of panties and earns a soft moan. Xiaoting smiles brightly when her fuck buddy turns to her, horniness in her eyes.

"Don't let go of my butt, Tingie~" Yujin whispers and gets rid of her pants. "I need you."

"I need you too~ please, make me cum."

Yujin opens the buttons of Xiaoting's pajama shirt and immediately goes down on it. Her tongue licks all over the small breasts, while her hands can't help but admire the perfect midriff. Just as Xiaoting wants to stimulate Yujin as well, she gets interrupted.

"Both hands on my ass, Tingie. That's where I like them the most."

"B-but how will you cum?"

"Aww, my sweet Tingie~ Trust me, we will both feel good."

With that said, Yujin is determined to make Xiaoting shut up—at least in one way. Continuing to caress both mounds of the Chinese girl, Yujin places a trail of kisses upwards and in the valley between them. One day, Yujin will do this while wearing lipstick to show the exact path of where she has stimulated her girlfriend, but this is for another time. Today, she finishes at the corner of Xiaoting’s pits. She whimpers, her legs flail about, all to persuade Yujin to not—yes—no—right now—push up her arms and eat out her pit.

“You smell so good,” Yujin coos and lays herself flat on Xiaoting, only supported by weak knees and elbows. “Stretch out your arms, I want to taste you.”

“B-but it tickles,” Xiaoting rebuts, but not for long. The wet touch of Yujin’s pussy rubbing on her clit throws her in a frenzy of pleasure. Xiaoting’s thighs go tense, she holds onto Yujin’s butt for dear life. This is her only chance, fondle Yujin’s behind, pat and caress it so she will forget about her pits.

“I-I want to hold onto your butt, babe~” Xiaoting moans. “I c-can’t move them then.”

“Sounds like a fair compromise,” Yujin chuckles and kisses along Xiaoting’s sharp jaw, the edge covered in drool, a slipper cliff that Yujin licks down and crawls back up with kisses. “You always touch it, even in public. Someday, someone might get suspicious.”

“I don’t care. I just want to feel it, I just want to feel you, babe.”

“Stop using that word! It makes me weak, Tingie.”

“Y-you make me we—ahh!”

Yujin has had it with Xiaoting’s witty and quick answers. A hand downlow, without resistance it pushes two fingers inside and rubs over Xiaoting’s sensitive pink walls. Xiaoting puckers her lips, whines escaping as Yujin grinds her slit on Xiaoting’s nub again, this time as not a singular tease but to ensure an orgasm.

In an attempt to fake strength over her Unnie, Xiaoting spreads Yujin’s asscheeks, gets the tip of her colored nails awfully close to Yujin’s ring, while locking eyes. The last one backfires instantly in a spectacle: Yujin’s face jumps to above Xiaoting’s and her lips crash down on those delicious strawberry lips. At the same time, she grinds harder on her, trying to squeeze a heavy orgasm out of the amazing body of her lover.

“—jinie! I-I…”

“Tingie, you’re so hot! Always touch my ass, smack it if you want. I can’t breathe without your touch!”

Xiaoting does as told, though her mind is dazed and she misses the mark, her palm ending almost on Yujin’s back. Nonetheless, Xiaoting feels the older girl squirm, her moans loud and deep, sweat even dripping from her face. It’s like parts of Yujin just fall off and melt into her skin to deepen the burning tension and loving desire to be one forever.

Then their boobs rub together. Not uncommon, but every time the nipples atop the small, soft pillows brush, Xiaoting knows that the two are linked, meant for each other and that their orgasm will hit them simultaneously. In a final effort, Xiaoting smacks Yujin’s ass, as Yujin pussy lands a final blow. The two scream into the kiss, they can’t wake up the entire neighborhood after all this.

Yujin feels herself releasing pent up needs all over Xiaoting’s lower body, abs, thighs, pussy, now drenched in her own juice. Xiaoting meanwhile can only feel Yujin’s tongue drooling into her, drool and drool, a mixture running out of her mouth and trailing down her cheeks. She could use the cooling on her tits, which have never felt this hot and stimulated—must have been Yujin’s heart, beating only centimeters away.

“You’re so hot, I love you so much, fuck,” Yujin breaths out and starts to sit upright on Xiaoting’s midriff.

“You too, Unnie, b-but can you please get off me.”

“So you’re telling me I’m fat?” Yujin shoots back with faked outrage, something the foreign girl sometimes struggles to pick up.

“No, of course not! You’re beautiful, fit and—”

“At least say my ass is big,” Yujin laughs and climbs off her lover, who still holds on to both cheeks firmly. They’ll both fall asleep naked soon.

“It-it is the…

“It’s the perfect size, babe, fits right into my hands.”

Yujin blushes and hides her face behind a blanket—Xiaoting’s hands still remain right where they both want them.

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Hustle - CH2: Undercity

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: 8.6k

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 dimly lit alley Ran had designated as the spot for the first several stages of the tournament was nothing special. Set deep within the lanes, the air was some of the thickest and nastiest, but it was nothing either you or Sevika weren’t accustomed to. Despite that, you had hoped Ran would have found something at least a little more cushy than the rickety old table and chairs sitting along the brick wall. Ran assured you it was only for the first stages, then once most of the weaker players were weeded out, the final stages would be played at the Last Drop.

“So do you remember all the signals?” you asked Sevika quietly as the two of you took seats opposite one another. Ran had gone off to fetch your first opponents- a couple of young suckers per Ran’s testament- leaving the two of you alone for a moment.

“I already told you,” she said around her cigarillo and brought a lighter to the end, “I got it.”

“Okay,” you replied, not so certain you believed her. Your gaze followed her hand as she put her pack of smokes and lighter back into the pack at her hip, then flitted back up to her face, your brows furrowed.

“What?” she asked, smoke billowing from the corners of her mouth after she took a quick drag.

“So obviously you do not remember all the signals.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes dramatically. “How do we tell each other to fold?”

She said nothing, clearly not recalling nor interested in admitting it.

“Blowing smoke from the right side of your mouth.”

“Knew that already, princess.”

Liar.

“And how might I signal you to fold if I don’t have a cigarillo?”

“Sounds like a you problem,” she sneered, tapping her cigarillo against her ashtray. The one you’d made her. “You really want a smoke?”

“What? It’s not like I don’t get enough secondhand from you,” you pointed out. It was true, but you were in all honesty willing. She had a thing for shot-gunning the smoke into your mouth, and you enjoyed it far more than you cared to admit.

“Suit yourself,” she replied with a shake of her head. She passed you her own cigarillo before pulling out a fresh one for herself.

After taking a quick drag, you peered down to the end of the alley, verifying no one was there before leaning across the table. “Hey. Check this out.”

Sevika raised a brow when you motioned for her to lean closer. Despite the obvious suspicion, she leaned in closer.

“Got a few tricks up my sleeve if things aren’t looking too good,” you said with a smile before reaching behind her ear and pulling back with a card.

You gave her your biggest, cheesiest smile.

She deadpanned.

“What?” you asked incredulously. You thought that was damn smooth. You could quite literally pull a card from your jacket sleeve without anyone seeing the motion.

“Just don’t get caught. I don’t want to have to clean up your mess,” she grumbled with another shake of her head.

“Oh stop being such a grump. I probably won’t even need to do any sleight-of-hand tricks. We’ll clean this first set of chumps out no problem.”

Hearing someone approaching from the side street, you both sat back in your chairs and put on your best poker face. Just as smoothly as you had pulled the card from your sleeve you slipped it right back in.

Based on initial impressions, Ran was spot on. The two young men that approached your table with Ran in tow behind them looked dumber than bricks, especially the larger man whom you weren’t too fond of the look he gave you. Like you were going to be the mark in this game.

Idiot.

“Alright girls, whose dealing?” he asked after taking a seat to your right.

Both you and Sevika cringed- visibly- and yet the fool took no notice.

Correction- imbecile.

“House deals,” Ran said as they stepped up to the table.

Ensuring you made eye contact with Sevika, you scratched the right side of your nose, indicating the larger man as the mark– the weak player. Not that she needed you to tell her that. Anyone with half a brain could see this guy had no clue what he was doing. His cocky attitude was a complete sham.

Sevika’s lips twitched at the corner. You knew she wanted to smirk at the absurdity, but both of you were schooling your expressions, even if it may not have been necessary with those two.

Both men ended up being no competition just as expected. To the point that Sevika and you rarely needed to use any signals. You alone had won every single round easily. They both had obvious tells, the smaller man making nervous eye movements and tapping his foot, the larger one grinning haughtily whenever he thought he had a good hand.

Bored out of your mind, you decided to spend your cleverness on something else fun.

Taunting your girlfriend.

“Clearly didn’t afford that by playing cards,” you sneered with a nod to Sevika’s arm.

The larger man snickered at the jab, while the other flitted his eyes worriedly between you and Sevika. Sevika raised a brow, but the moment she caught your shit-eating grin, her own lips curled into a smirk.

“Big words coming from someone who can’t afford decent clothing.” She nodded to your simple all black outfit as she drew a card from the deck.

More snickering.

Your brows furrowed.

Touche.

Sevika knew damn well why you- an assassin- dressed for function rather than aesthetics, but she still loved to get you riled up by insulting your garment choices.

“Don’t need fancy clothes to enjoy luxury,” you replied and tossed several more coins into the pot.

She chuckled mockingly. “Yeah? And what kind of luxury does a girl like you have?”

No more than her honestly, but that wasn’t the point here.

“A girl like me has a woman back home who’d buy me the stars in the Piltover sky if I asked her to.”

Another derisive chuckle.

Sevika raised her bet as well while sneering, “Couldn’t catch a woman in that getup so you bought yourself one, hm?”

That had the large man damn near bellowing with laughter. Even Ran had released a quiet, breathy laugh from where they leaned against the wall opposite you.

“Didn’t pay her a damn thing,” you scoffed, “She came onto me entirely of her own volition. Couldn’t and still can’t keep her hands off me.”

“Probably just to choke out your bratting,” she jeered, rolling her cigarillo from one corner of her mouth to the other.

The movement caught your attention and you lost your focus for a moment, too enraptured by the tip of her tongue rolling the gold filter between her teeth. And fuck that haughty smirk of hers was distracting as well. Those dark, thick, soft lips curled so deliciously…

“Only if I want her to,” you replied in a bit of a daze and with far less bite than your previous retorts.

It wasn’t until you caught her brow raise in your periphery that you finally pulled your eyes off her mouth.

You heard the smaller man at your left cough awkwardly. After a quick glance around the table, you realized it was your turn.

Shit.

Get your head in the game.

You couldn’t lose to these chumps. You glanced down at your cards. It was a damn good hand.

Fuck it.

You threw all your coins in, then watched the smaller man and Sevika both fold. However, the larger man called it, matching your bet.

Then came the showdown, and there was no holding back your shit-eating grin as you tossed your hand onto the table.

“Read ‘em and weep,” you sneered.

His own cocky smirk wiped clear off his face the moment he saw your hand. He tossed his own down, cussing and slamming his fist on the table.

Lips curled into a cocky smile, you leaned over the table, arms encircling the pile of coins to pull them in. You barely made it halfway across the table when your hand was snatched up by the wrist. Your eyes slowly drifted from your winnings to the offending fingers firmly wrapped around your skin, then up to the face of the owner.

“You cheated!” he spat, droplets hitting your face from where the larger of the two men stood towering over you.

“I suggest you release my hand,” you replied calmly, but your smirk had downturned into a frown, disgusted by the unwanted contact.

“You’re not leaving with my coins you filthy little chea-”

The fool’s snarky remark was cut short the moment you spotted him reaching for something in his pocket– a weapon. Sevika must have noticed as well, blade drawn beneath her cloak, her chair and the table scraping across the stone as she immediately stood to protect you.

Ran had also pushed off the wall, twin blades drawn and ready.

It didn’t matter though. In less than a second you had the asshole on his knees, back to you, greasy hair in your fist, head pulled back, and one of your daggers pressed to his delicate throat.

His hands hovered in the air, shaking in fear. Tendrils of smoke curled up into his face from where your cigarillo lay forgotten on the street beside his knees.

Fucking coward.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snarled. Your gaze darted to the other guy who now stood just a few feet away, fingers twitching at his side as if debating on reaching for his own weapon.

"You think I won't slit your buddy’s throat right here in front of you?" you taunted. You pressed the edge of your dagger hard enough against his throat to draw a drop of blood that spread along the edge of the blade.

“You- You can keep the coins. They’re yours! Just- Just don’t kill me!” the man on his knees stammered, sounding damn near tears with how his voice trembled.

Pathetic coward.

You bent down, eyes still locked with the smaller man, and whispered into his buddy’s ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s right. It is mine. And you’re going to stay the fuck away from me and this tournament. You try to call me a cheat to any of the other players and I won’t hesitate to take your ass out for good.”

“Yes! Anyth-”

His whimpering cut off as you violently shoved him away to fall on his hands at the other man’s feet. He scrambled to his feet and turned to face you, fear evident in how he cowered and shook.

With a sadistic smile, you locked eyes with him and brought the edge of the blade to your mouth, licking the blood off with one, long, exaggerated swipe of your tongue.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” the other, clearly smarter, man whispered.

You watched the two of them run off down the alley, the dumber one nearly tripping over several crates when he looked over his shoulder to see if you were following. The only one following was Ran, but at a rather leisurely pace, likely tagging them to ensure they didn’t get any more stupid ideas.

Slipping your dagger back into its sheath at your hip, you wondered if perhaps your little show was a bit too much. In all honesty, you’d been itching to use your daggers for far too long. You’d been so desperate to take someone out you even had the gall to waltz into Silco’s office and ask if he had anyone he needed to be taken out. Of course he just gave you a bland, ‘Business was running smoother than usual.’ speech.

You rolled your eyes at the recollection and turned to Sevika, startled to find her expression wildly… well… wild. Some sort of odd mix of stunned and very, very turned on.

Clearly you hadn’t gone too far.

“You alright?” you asked with a cocky grin while you strode up to where she stood near the wall.

“That was… impressive,” she admitted with her own hint of a smirk.

Oh, did that stroke your ego real nice.

“Yeah?”

She said nothing, just watched you from down her nose as you stood toe to toe with her and well within her space.

"You like seeing me take control, don't you? Gets you hot and bothered, doesn’t it?" you sneered, dragging the tip of your finger down along the shiny gold collar of her top. Without giving her a moment to respond, you pressed both palms against her chest just below her shoulders and shoved– hard.

Her back hit the wall, knocking a small, startled grunt from her. To your surprise she let you continue your little act, merely lifted a single brow and continued to smirk down at you.

“You like seeing me bring grown men to their knees, don’t you?” you asked, emphasizing the word with an obvious brush of your knee between her thighs. That earned you a small twitch of her curled lips.

Perfect.

"Wonder how easily I can bring you to your knees," you purred, dragging your nails down over her exposed abdomen before dipping them beneath the waist of her pants. You could feel her muscles beneath contract at the sensual touch, her smirk faltering just briefly before schooling back into that cocky, cool facade she always wore.

“Real cute,” she jeered.

“What’s cute?” you asked, brows furrowed at what was likely meant to be an insult.

“That you think you have any control over me.”

"Oh I think I have some control over y-"

Your retort was cut short when Sevika suddenly grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and spun you around, shoving you roughly against the wall.

"Oh I know I have all the control, princess," she sneered and pressed her knee between your legs, mimicking the same thing you'd just done to her. "Don't I?"

As was tradition, all your confidence melted away with that simple action. Any possible quip left your brain the moment she rubbed that lovely, thick thigh of hers against your clothed heat.

And fuck were you hot.

Apparently that little game and the subsequent tussle got both of you pretty riled up.

"I asked you a question," she growled, pressing her thigh harder against you.

You gasped, biting your lip to fight back the desperate moan that hung in your throat.

With her metal hand still gripping your jacket in her first, she let her other hand slowly trail down your front, the wide spread of her fingers lightly grazing your nipples.

“I-” you struggled to remember what she’d even asked you, too lost in the feeling of her fingers slowly dragging lower, down your abdomen and toward your pants. Too lost in how her pupils seemed to grow just a bit wider when you sucked in a breath at the tease of her fingers slipping beneath your waistband. You held that breath, hoping to give her extra room for her fingers, to coerce her into continuing that descent.

“Answer me, or I stop,” she threatened while her fingers dipped beneath your panties.

“Sev- I-” you stammered as you released your breath. The air suddenly became even thicker and harder to breathe than usual as your arousal and desperation continued to build. “Can- Can you repeat the question?” you asked weakly.

A single brow raised. She wouldn’t give in so easily.

“Please Sevika,” you pleaded when her hand ceased its descent, the tip of her middle finger just above your aching clit. It took every ounce of willpower to remain still for her, your body urging you to just rock against her hand and thigh- take what you wanted without her permission.

“Who’s in control here?”

“Y- You,” you admitted, fingers clawing at the brick wall behind you, itching to touch some part of her, force her hands down, pull her in for a kiss, anything to ease the need burning low in your belly.

“Do you have any control?”

“N- No,” you admitted, shaking your head for emphasis. “You have complete control.”

“And you like it that way, don’t you?” she sneered, lips curling into a wicked little grin.

God yes.

“Yes,” you replied with a nod.

Her lips curled even higher and she released your jacket to run the back of a metal finger across your cheek. “That’s my good girl.”

Those simple words, though you’ve heard her speak them plenty of times before, threatened to take you out at the knees. Her praise. Her recognition. Her adoration. All something you’d never known you’d need so bad. And you were her good girl. Nobody else could claim that. And you knew that did it for her as much as it did it for you.

And then that blissfully thick finger of hers finally slipped over your clit and through your wet slit, just the tip curling inside.

“Oh fuck Sevika…” you keened as pleasure rang through your lower half.

“Seems you’re the one who got– what was it you called it? Hot and bothered?” she taunted.

You didn’t even bother trying to argue that. She was right, and you just wanted her to stop the teasing and start fucking you.

“Fuck, just slides right in,” she groaned as she slipped her middle finger deep inside.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth you held back the urge to moan. You may have been at the end of an otherwise deserted alley, but there was no telling when someone might show up. And as she started sliding that long digit back out, curling it to drag along your walls, all you could do was bite down harder to muffle the pathetic mewl that managed to escape.

“Uh uh,” Sevika scolded, her metal thumb pressing down on your chin and coaxing you to release your lip. “Those lips are mine to bite. Not yours.”

More than happy to give her that access, you let your jaw go slack, lips parting. Your hungry gaze drifted from her intense eyes to those soft, plush lips of hers, anxiously waiting for them to connect with yours.

She must have noticed your desperation, playing into it by ever so slowly dipping her head lower to line her mouth up with yours. As she slipped her finger back inside, palm rubbing along your clit, she let her lips ghost over yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan spilling past your lips with a shaky breath. The bricks beneath your nails dropped tiny flakes as you clawed along them harder, frantically trying to suppress the urge to touch her.

Warm breath, scented with hints of spice and smoke, fanned over your lips as she chuckled. That laugh- derisive, demeaning, mocking- damn near broke your restraint. A pathetic whine was all you could manage in protest.

“You’re just dying to touch me, aren’t you?” she sneered, slowly slipping her finger back out but keeping her lips a mere hair's breadth away from yours.

Your fingers clenched further, more of the brick crumbling into your hands. Lips so dry, you needed to wet them, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk your tongue slipping out too far and touching her without permission.

“Trying so hard to be a good girl for me, hm?” she taunted, finger delving back inside.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“Think you deserve a reward?” Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke.

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, “And what should that be?”

“A- A kiss?” you asked softly.

She released a low, husky laugh, her breath suffocatingly hot against your dry lips. “So predictable.”

She tilted her head in the opposite direction, her nose brushing along yours. But rather than finally giving you the kiss you both knew you deserved, she not only left her lips hovering tauntingly close, but she pulled her finger out– completely.

“Oh fuck no! Please Sevika, don’t stop,” you begged, eyes flying wide open in panic. Pleading eyes met sadistic ones. Before you could further protest the loss of stimulation, she slipped her slick-coated finger between your parted lips. Obediently, you wrapped your lips around the digit and allowed her to jam it clear to the back of your tongue. Your eyes watered in a mix of desperation to ease your ever increasing arousal and determination not to choke.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and clean that up,” she husked, mouth still dangerously close to yours.

You moaned, the bitter taste filling your mouth as you licked and sucked her finger clean, but dreaded that this might signal the end of your little romp.

As Sevika removed her finger from your mouth, she pressed down, forcing you to let your mouth hang slack. Before it was even halfway out, her lips finally crashed against yours, tongue delving inside to swipe over yours and gather any remnants of your arousal.

No longer able to contain yourself, your hands flew up to grasp the collar of her top, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

She growled into your mouth, but to your surprise, rather than punish you she pressed her knee between your legs again.

The moment you pulled back to gasp at the sudden stimulation she took the plush of your bottom lip between her teeth and clamped down.

Pain radiated from those tiny points, eliciting a soft whimper. That pain was short-lived though, quickly replaced with the delightful sensation of her lips wrapping around your swollen lip, tongue licking soothingly along it before dipping back inside your mouth.

When you started grinding against her thigh, her kiss suddenly turned hungry- frantic. She damn near devoured your mouth, tongue invading every crevice, teeth clacking against yours and nipping at your tongue when you tried to match her fervor.

Then her hands were everywhere. Metal fingers wrapped beneath your chin, pressing hard against your cheeks and holding you in place as she shoved that wet muscle deeper. Warm, calloused fingers slipped beneath your shirt to grope a breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh almost painfully hard.

Unable to compete with her kiss, you attempted to slip a hand down the front of her pants. Your fingers barely made it beneath the waistband when her metal hand fisted in your hair and yanked, forcing your head back and breaking the kiss. You gasped, sharp pain radiating from each strained follicle, only for pleasure to follow in its wake.

Soft, wet lips trailed down your jaw to your exposed neck, teeth sinking into the flesh as Sevika sucked and marked your skin clear down to your collarbone. The hand beneath your shirt ripped the cup of your bra down and lifted your shirt, exposing a breast to the warm, moist air.

Abandoning your attempt to get into her pants, you instead threaded your fingers into the silky black strands of her hair while she brought her mouth to your breast.

She wasted no time leaving her mark there too, sucking hard enough to leave little love bruises that would bloom into a colorful reminder later. Her breath was hot and heavy against your skin, nearly as much as your own.

You continued to grind against her, sinking your nails into her scalp when she took your hardened nipple into her mouth and bit down.

“Fuck, Sevika,” you panted. Your extremities ached. Pleasure radiated from every point of contact. Your scalp– where she relentlessly gripped your hair so tight you couldn’t move. Your cunt– where it rubbed along her thick, muscular thigh. And your breast– where she fervently squeezed, pinched, sucked, and bit the sensitive flesh.

Something rattled at the end of the alley, startling you and ripping you from your reverie.

Sevika released your nipple from her mouth to glare down the alley.

Everything went silent, save for the heavy breaths between the two of you, as you both watched and waited for the source of the noise to present itself. To your relief, a stray black cat appeared from around the corner. It paused for a moment, glanced at the two of you standing there, nearly out of breath, then continued down the street until disappearing past the opposite wall.

Sevika stood fully upright, her chest heaving against yours, the fabric of her top teasing over your exposed nipple.

You peered up at her with lust-filled eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, an obvious hunger behind them.

“Drop your pants and bend over the table,” she growled, giving your hair one final tug before releasing it and stepping back.

You blinked. “What?”

“I said, drop your pants and bend over the fucking table,” she snarled, baring her teeth as her lips curled back.

Oh fuck.

Your legs nearly gave out at the implications of that demand. The absolutely ravenous way she looked at you– spoke to you.

Clearly this competitiveness, your confidence, the dangers of your collusion– it all riled her up real good.

Clearly there were more rewards to reap than just the coins and disappointment of your opponents.

And clearly Sevika was incredibly impatient.

She immediately pulled her harness and strap-on out of her pouch, wasting no time stepping into it as you stood transfixed and astounded.

Was she really going to do this? Right here? In a public alley?

She finished hooking everything up in record time, her narrowed eyes rising to meet yours.

“You either get those pants down or I’m going to rip them off your ass,” she threatened.

Guess that answered the question.

Hesitantly, you walked past her to the table. It was still littered with your coins, forgotten after the slew of distractions. You turned your head to peer down the vacant alley to the main street. It wasn’t a popular street so to speak, but there were plenty of people that knew of the tournament, and Ran could come back with the next opponents at any moment.

You slowly began unbuttoning your pants, hands shaking in a combination of trepidation and excitement. With your thumbs tucked beneath the waistband, you glanced over your shoulder at Sevika as she approached you.

“Are- Are we really going to do this here? In public?” you whispered. “The next match isn’t too long from now. People could show up any minute.”

“Then I guess you better stop stalling and do what I-” she paused dramatically, placing both her hands over yours. “- said.” She growled out that last word, simultaneously pulling your hands- and subsequently your pants and underwear- down with enough force you were astonished your clothing didn’t tear.

“Sevika!” you yelped. It fell on deaf ears though.

Sevika chuckled, bringing her mouth to your ear. “Now, do I need to help you bend over too, or is that something you think you can handle by yourself?”

You huffed out a frustrated breath. She could be so damn brash sometimes. Yet, you’d be lying if you tried to claim it wasn’t something you actually enjoyed.

“I can handle it,” you hissed.

Another mocking chuckle. “Of course you can, princess.” she taunted, trailing her fingertips- both metal and flesh- across your bare asscheeks while you bent over the table.

You rested on your forearms, cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. Your pants and underwear sat at your ankles, and you were bent over more than far enough to reveal your underside and all its… glory. For a moment you debated whether you wanted to turn and watch for the possible onlookers as your girlfriend fucked you in the alley, or if you’d rather just hide your face in your hands and be oblivious to any audience. Either way, you were definitely in for a railing judging by how riled up Sevika seemed. Likely wouldn’t be walking right for at least a week. The thought of that, rather than filling you with dread, filled you with desire.

Wasn’t like Silco would be giving you a job anytime soon anyway.

Sevika’s metal fingers skimmed up to your hip, gripping it firmly while her human fingers ghosted up along the inside of your thigh. You sucked in a breath, holding it along with your lips between your teeth as she inched closer and closer to the apex.

“Mmm. Already so wet you're dripping down your thighs,” she teased.

You said nothing, not trusting your ability to speak when her fingers were that close.

“And here I thought you were worried about me fucking you right here. Seems you rather like the idea.”

Her finger paused, just before reaching that delightful point.

And you should have known she was just trying to goad you– trap you. It was so fucking obvious. But your mind was already scrambled, clouded with need. So you took the bait.

“Of course I’m worri- oh fuuuck.” Your barely snarky retort dissolved into a wanton moan the moment Sevika slid her middle finger ever so slowly through your wet slit.

Your eyes fluttered shut, her taunting chuckle echoing in your head.

“Didn’t quite catch that. Got something to say, princess?”

Wiser, or maybe just even more distracted by how she teased her faux cock through your folds, you kept your mouth shut that time. Instead, you focused your attention on attempting to remain quiet. But with each slide of the strap, you felt that restraint quickly crumble.

“Sevika,” you whined.

“Hmm. What’s the matter baby?” she cooed.

“Stop- Stop teasing. Please.”

The toy dragged further through your folds, the tip grazing your clit and drawing a sharp gasp from your throat.

“Not teasing. Just making sure we get this nice and wet before I fuck you.”

Bullshit.

Well, maybe not entirely. She was getting it wet and teasing you.

Your thoughts ended there when you felt her finally guide the tip inside.

“Ready?” she husked and moved her human hand to grasp your other hip.

With your eyes closed and your breath held in your chest, you nodded. There was no warning for what she was about to do though. Rather than ease it in as she typically did, she slammed her hips against yours, burying the entirety of the faux cock in one fell swoop.

“Fuck!” you cried out as the startling pain of that sudden intrusion left you seeing white behind your eyelids. Your hands clenched into fists, teeth clamping down to fight off the pathetic whimper you felt building in your throat.

The pain subsided almost instantly though, replaced by a warmth that spread clear from your core down through your thighs. “Fuck, Sevika,” you whimpered. You shifted your feet and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately she had to make that more difficult for you, releasing one of her low, dark chuckles that made you both furious and undeniably turned on.

Gods, you would never get used to her glorious voice.

Even after all the time you two had been together, her voice still held the same power to make your legs weak. But it went beyond just her voice. It was how she used it to tease, taunt, and torment you in the most arousing way. As if hearing your own thoughts, she used that husky voice of hers to further provoke you.

“What’s the problem now? Hm? Thought you wanted me to stop teasing.” The snarky, cocky tone of her words contrasted wildly with how her hands slipped beneath your shirt to soothingly caress your sides and lower back while you adjusted.

And fuck did you need it. She had brought one of her larger dildos. One that filled you so completely that you swore if it were so much as a fraction longer or wider she’d be splitting you in two.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and reluctantly peered down the alley. It seemed, at least at that moment, you two had not been discovered yet, but she’d only just begun.

She moved her hands back to your hips, giving them a squeeze to let you know she was going to pull back out. She did so slowly, dragging along your walls and with it a long, drawn out moan from you.

Starting with sharp, deep thrusts, she pulled out slowly each time only to ram back in hard enough to make the table shake and the items that littered it to rattle and scatter.

“Sev- we- we need to hurry,” you huffed out between thrusts. “Someone- could- show up- any- minute.”

“Let them,” Sevika grunted as she snapped her hips. “Maybe they could learn-”

Snap!

“- a thing-”

Snap!

“- or two.”

Snap!

Had you not felt so hazy, so impaired by the pleasure coursing through your lower half, you would have rolled your eyes at that cocky-ass comment. Instead, you put what little you had into trying to push back against her- quicken the pace and drive the toy deeper.

“You really are too impatient,” Sevika sneered. After she pulled back out, rather than driving right back in she brought her flesh hand down across your back end, pulling yet another startled yelp from you.

“Damnit Sev-” you whimpered while she gently caressed your stinging flesh.

“Did you forget who’s in control here?”

…

She slowly bent over your body until her chest pressed against your back. The tip of the dildo threatened to slip out at any moment. With her lips brushing against your ear she whispered, “If you really want something, you know what to do.”

Her husky voice and warm breath tickling across the back of your neck had you shuddering and involuntarily clenching, nearly pushing the toy completely out.

“Sevika please,” you begged, legs trembling from the effort to remain still.

“Please what, baby?” she husked as she ran her nose along the back of your ear and slowly pushed the faux cock back inside at an angle so sharp your knees nearly buckled when it hit that sweet spot that always left you seeing stars.

You inhaled sharply, then released it in a long moan.

“Mmm,” she hummed, mouth to your ear again, “You do make such pretty sounds for me. But you’re gonna have to use your words if you want something.”

As much as you hated trying to form words while you were in such a daze, you knew how much she enjoyed hearing you struggle. Hearing you beg. And you knew it would always be worth it. She rewarded you so well, each and every time.

So you sucked in a shaky breath, tried to clear your mind, and gathered the words you needed to speak. Then out they came, with a rush of breath and a pathetic whine when you felt her fingers tease across your throbbing clit.

“Sevika, please fuck me harder– faster!”

She chuckled into your ear. It was taunting, sinister, and so very fucking sexy.

“As you wish, princess.”

She stood back upright, leaving you missing the wonderful contact of her chest to your back. At least until she made you forget all about it with the sudden jolt of her hips, burying the dildo deep inside you.

She wasted no time setting a brutally fast and hard pace. Each time she delved inside you swore she somehow went deeper, pulling moan after moan from you without restraint. And with each powerful thrust- her thighs smacking violently against your ass- the table shook hard. Coins and glasses rattled, some scattering and toppling off the table. Neither of you gave two shits though. You were in an entirely different world, lost in your own bliss. And Sevika, well, she just didn’t give a shit about anything other than you, your pleasure, and her own subsequent pleasure.

Then, without warning, you felt Sevika’s human fingers slip through your hair, grasping a handful before sharply yanking your head back and up.

You released a sharp cry, pain searing through your scalp. Your hands scrambled and clawed blindly through the air, back arched so sharp you were unable to find purchase upon any part of the table. And then her metal hand was under your shirt, dangerously sharp talons grabbing at your breast and providing you just enough relief of your weight to turn that pain at your scalp into mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh dear god,” you groaned.

“That’s right baby,” Sevika huffed as she continued to downright pummel you from behind, “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

There simply were no words to describe how good you felt. Not when her metal fingers expertly pinched, teased, and pulled your nipple. Not when your back arched so far it left your muscles singing. Not when her cock angled so sharply it hit that fucking sweet spot with literally every plunge. Not when your scalp screamed in ecstasy at the harsh treatment.

No longer were the sounds of the shaking table the loudest thing echoing through the alley. No, it was the squelching noises of her burying the strap deep inside your sopping cunt over and over. It was your moans and mewls, your begging for more, your chanting of her name like a mantra.

“Fuck, princess,” Sevika huffed, “Making a real mess.”

You heard nothing she said though. All you could hear was the blood roaring in your ears while she all but rearranged your insides and you climbed closer and closer to that peak.

You felt her metal hand slide further up your shirt, clear up to your delicate neck. Those dangerous fingers wrapped around your throat, all while she kept up her pace, railing you without mercy. You knew what was coming. You knew what she was going to do. And she knew you wanted it. Needed it. Yet, she waited. Merely rested those cool digits against your hot, sweaty skin, teasing you.

“Sevika!” you keened, “Please!” Somehow, through your delirium, you managed to bring your hand up to hers and squeeze lightly, urging her to do it. “I- I’m so close, please.”

She brought her mouth to your ear, her breaths coming out fast, ragged, and burning hot. “Any- thing- for- you- baby,” she grunted out between thrusts.

And then, she finally applied pressure, squeezing just enough to leave you reeling, head spinning and pleasure spreading further through every fiber of your body.

“Oh god, fuck me Sevika!” you cried out. But it wasn’t your voice. It was deep, guttural, animalistic, and wildly needy.

Unbeknownst to you, exactly what you had feared would happen, happened. Two people showed up at the end of the alley. Stopped dead in their tracks.

Enforcers.

Two of them. Young and obviously new.

“Hey! Hey ma’am! Do you need help?” one of them called out when they spotted you being pulled by your hair and choked by a large woman with a dangerous metal hand.

Sevika heard them, but she did not stop. She turned to face them, not faltering even for a moment, a sick smirk painting her face.

“Fuck me Sevika! Fuck me! Fuck me!” you groaned repeatedly, still oblivious to anything beyond the mounting pleasure low in your belly.

“That- answer- your- question?” Sevika sneered.

The two men exchanged glances, faces flushing bright red before they muttered a quick apology and scurried off.

Sevika turned back to you, bringing her mouth to your ear one final time. “Baby- can- you- hear- me?” she huffed out.

You did, though just a faint echo. “Yes,” you groaned.

“Can- you- cum- for- me?”

You weren’t exactly in control of your body at that moment, but you could feel your climax approaching, every muscle in your body tensing.

“God, yes!”

“Do it.”

Then, you fell. A choked sob ripped from your throat, her name spoken breathlessly as your entire body felt weightless. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body. She fucked you through it, expertly knowing exactly when to slow down and release the pressure on your throat. And had it not been for her augmented arm beneath your chest, you would have collapsed against the table in an exhausted heap. But she held you up, released your hair, and pressed her body against yours while the two of you panted heavily.

It took considerably longer than usual for you to come down from your high, body thrumming and singing in post-orgasmic bliss. When you finally did, you realized Sevika had wrapped both her arms around your torso, keeping you upright and your back held tightly against her chest.

Fuck.

But good god the strap still sat inside you at that crazy angle, and you desperately needed to sit down. Your leg muscles screamed from being overworked.

Who knew standing still while being fucked silly took so much leg work?

You knew. That was certainly not your first time with Sevika. And it certainly wouldn’t be your last.

“Sevika,” you huffed, “I- I need to sit down.”

“Gonna have to pull out.”

“I know.” Even still, you dreaded that part every time.

Sevika carefully lowered you until your forearms rested on the table again. Then, with her hands on your hips, she slowly pulled out.

“Damn princess,” she said in awe, “You made a real fucking mess.”

“I doubt it’s all mine,” you said through gritted teeth, the withdrawal of her strap both overstimulating and leaving you feeling empty.

“Mmm,” she hummed, “Think you’re wrong.”

After she slipped fully out, you noticed her step up beside you in your periphery. You turned your head to find her proudly displaying her very slick-covered dildo. And her very saturated pants.

Your heavy-lidded gaze drifted up to her face.

Her dark lips curled into an absurdly haughty smirk.

“Real proud of yourself, huh?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.

She said nothing, just drew those lips even higher. Lips you were dying to have on you while you finished recovering.

“I’m not so sure I can stand right now,” you admitted sheepishly, cheeks heating with embarrassment. That would certainly fuel that ego even more. Sure enough, she grinned wide enough to reveal teeth. Little did she know that from that angle it gave you a perfect view of her tooth gap.

Fucking cute.

“What are you grinning about?” she asked before bending down to pull your pants back up.

“Nothing,” you lied, but your tone easily gave that away.

She gave your ass a good swat, and even with your pants providing some protection, she still nailed it hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you.

“Should make you clean this up with that mouth of yours,” she threatened as she stepped out of the harness.

“You aren’t serious are you?” Had you been back at your shared place, you would have gladly done so. But you were not about to get on your knees in that dirty ass alley.

Her chuckle echoed down the alley while she wrapped her arm under yours and hauled you upright. “Bet you’d do it if I told you to. Wouldn’t you?”

You were about to tell her to fuck off when the words suddenly disappeared from your mind. She’d carefully spun you around to hold you tightly against her body. Her smirk had softened into one that you knew meant she was admiring you. You rested your hands on her chest, just beneath her shoulders, eyes flitting between hers and those soft, dark lips.

“Look at that,” she said softly, her voice raspy, “Fucked you so good you cried.”

Your eyes widened for a moment. You hadn’t even realized it had happened until you felt her wipe the wetness away from your cheek with her thumb.

“Such a pretty girl,” she said even softer.

Your heart damn near leapt from your chest.

You wanted so desperately to stay like that, with her holding you so close and just staring down at you like you were the only person on the planet. However, your legs disagreed, and she was only making them weaker.

“I really need to sit.”

She chuckled and helped you over to one of the chairs. After taking a seat herself, she guided you to straddle her lap, facing her.

You smiled at her. ‘Dopey’ as she would so lovingly call it. But in reality, it was more of a love-drunk, bashful sort of little smile. You were crazy about this woman, beyond just the wild sex like the two of you had just enjoyed. Especially when she wrapped her arms around you and caressed your lower back with both metal and flesh fingers, all while wearing a smile you think could have arguably been her own flavor of love-drunk, or dopey.

With your arms draped over her shoulders, you let your forehead rest against hers. Both of you were covered in a fine sheen of sweat but neither of you could have cared less. You both simply grinned at one another, relishing in the calmness of the other’s breath. The rise and fall of your chests.

“So is this the plan?” you asked after a moment. You felt Sevika’s forehead shift against your own as she raised a brow. “We collude and cheat our way through each game and then fuck each other stupid afterward?”

She chuckled, her chest shaking against your own and your smile grew wider.

Gods did you love her laugh.

“No, I don’t think so, princess.”

Your expression turned crest-fallen. “Why not?”

“ We are not going to fuck each other stupid. I will be fucking you stupid.”

“Oh of course. My bad,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Cause clearly I could never fuck you so good.”

She simply smirked.

Snarky son of a-

“I will admit that mouth of yours is pretty good.” Her gray eyes dropped to your now upturned lips for a moment, then back to your eyes.

“Really?” You admit I’m good at- well- giving you head?” you asked, your cheeks flushing.

“Mhm. Just not that good,” she teased.

“Oh, here we go. Can’t just say something nice, can you?” you asked, pulling back this time as you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“No more than you can stop running that mouth,” she sneered.

Before you could retort, she slipped her metal hand behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips parted in a soft sigh, and you thought for sure she’d take the opportunity to dip her tongue inside, but instead she just parted her own lips and pulled you closer to her chest. Her nose rubbed alongside yours, soft lips pressed so gently to yours. It made your heart flutter. Amazed you with how she could go from fucking you so wildly to teasing you and then to giving you such tender affection. Blew your damn mind. In the best way.

When Sevika finally broke the kiss, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss, but you still felt a smile creep across your face when you saw the adoring little smirk she wore for you.

“After this next game, let’s head home and properly clean you up, hm?”

“Okay.”

Wait. Next game. Oh god.

You two just fucked in the alley and… didn’t you hear somebody else then?

Oh fuck.

“What?” Sevika asked, apparently having noticed your wide eyes.

“Did- Did someone catch us fucking here?” you asked quietly.

“Not just someone,” Sevika chuckled, “Two young enforcers.”

You couldn’t decide if that was more funny or horrifying. “What- What did they do?” you asked in awe.

“Asked if you needed help. Apparently thought you were in distress,” she sneered.

Oh god.

“And what did you tell them?” You asked the question, but you weren’t so sure you wanted to hear the answer.

“Nothing.”

“What?!”

“You told them yourself.”

You searched your memory banks for a moment, brows furrowed in concentration while she simply smirked at you. “I did not say anything to anyone.”

“Oh, you had a lot to say, princess.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm, how did it go again?” Sevika hummed.

Fucking faker.

“Sevika,” you chastised, “What the hell did I say?”

Sevika’s smile curled higher, and you knew you didn’t want to hear whatever she had coming.

“Oh Sevika. Oh Sevika fuck me! Fuck me!” she replied in the most cringe-worthy, shrill, mocking tone. Her smirk just grew the moment your lips down-turned. “Don’t worry baby, you didn’t really sound like that.”

Thank god.

“No, you sounded like a damn animal. Growling– deep and low. Thought you were going to sprout fur.”

“Fuck you, Seivka. I did not,” you pouted, but something told you that even though she was toying with you, part of it was actually true. Your stomach flipped and you swallowed hard. Had you really acted like that? In front of two… enforcers?

“You sure did,” she sneered.

Good god, if it weren’t for that twinkle in her eye, that pure amusement mixed with adoration, you’d have hauled off and smacked her right there. Instead, you just sat on her lap, cheeks burning red hot, arms across your chest, and pouting like a petulant child.

“C’mon now baby, no reason to be mad,” she cooed.

For a moment you thought she’d just mock you more, but to your surprise she gently took your chin between her thumb and forefinger, guiding you to face her. Her smirk had softened, making it harder for you to be mad at her. Then she really drove that home.

“You think I don’t like seeing you like that– so lost in your pleasure? Every little sound you make is music to my ears, baby. Don’t ever be ashamed of enjoying yourself.”

Your pout turned into a small smile.

Her eyes fell to your lips. Her own lips tugged further at the corner, then pulled you in for a short, but tender kiss.

Any remaining embarrassment, resentment, anger– it all melted away right then and there. You relaxed into her kiss and rested your hands on her chest.

When she pulled back, you both smiled at one another again. One would probably think you two were fucking nuts. Going from arguing and bickering, to fucking nasty, to sweet words, back to the snark followed by another round of mushy shit. And honestly, you two were crazy. But you were crazy about each other.

“Let’s gather up our winnings and get ready for the next match, hm?” she suggested.

You nodded in agreement and slid off her lap. As you bent down to pick up your coin bag, a thought popped into your head. “So what did the enforcers do when they heard that?”

“Apologized before running off brighter red than even you get.”

You both had a good chuckle at that.

“Serves them right, nosy fuckers,” you laughed.

That was how most of your subsequent games played out over the following few weeks. The two of you stealthily colluded and cheated your way through each match. Occasionally a fight broke out, usually involving someone calling you out on cheating, but the two of you easily brought each one to an end, and never had either of you actually been caught. But one thing that did take place after each and every game was you two fucking each other’s brains out. Sometimes you made it back to the privacy of your shared place, but more often than not you two did the deed right where the games took place.

And the two of you milked damn near every man and woman of the Undercity dry. To the point you two had to be one of the richest in all of Zaun. Or at least the Lanes. So without any further competition in the depths of the Undercity, you and Ran came up with a new plan.

Piltover.

CH3>>

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes #ran #arcane ran

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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Just thinking about my RVB character Poppy... I'll eventually get her in my story-line, there's just all the other plot stuff that needs to happen first. I do have some pictures of her, though! I can't draw armor to save my life, but hers would be white (with tan accents, styled a bit like Florida's during Project Freelancer). When I started absorbing RVB, my brain sparked several potential story concepts and characters... eventually, I refined what I wanted, and combined a few ideas into Poppy! She's going to be part of Red Team; for one thing, they almost never get new people (true, this is because their current members don't... die... as often as SOMEBODY, but still. even though Carolina isn't technically on either team, she and Wash kinda gravitated toward the Blues. The Reds "unofficially" have Doc, because he hangs out with Donut, and Grif caught Locus in the friendship net, but we need a REAL "New Red!"). For another, they've got exactly zero girls. Blue Team gets all the ladies (*finger-guns from Tucker*). Somebody needs to even this out. Finally, with white armor, the prophecy of Red Team being the lesbian flag has been fulfilled!

Her name was chosen because I wanted to use a flower, but not one I've named a character before. I was also re-watching Little Nemo, so I borrowed the name McCay

Some more info about her below~

Poppy didn't actually "join" the army. At least, not in a traditional sense. She was "selected" to be part of a "special training program", which turned out to be tricking poor and homeless people into working at dangerous outposts. When one area was getting attacked, a lot of the people running the show took escape ships for themselves. Poppy was able to find a set of armor, and now looking "official", she helped guide all the people who would have been abandoned to safety. When she got them all to a rescue ship, a soldier asked if she had been in charge of that outpost. She basically pretended that yes, she TOTALLY was the boss. Yep. Hired herself, and gave herself a promotion. Before she could back out or escape, she was congratulated for saving all those lives, and then thrown into a new "assignment". Whoops.

Poppy was later sent to a group of Red and Blue team Flag Zealots (during the Blood Gulch days, but they never interacted with anybody from there). She was supposed to evaluate their efficiency, and order more supplies as needed. The Blue Team contained Lou, Drew, and Hue. The Red Team was made up of Ted, Jed, and Fred. Obviously, they weren't very efficient at ALL, but were suprisingly endearing. Because Poppy wasn't technically on one side or the other, both teams decided she was off-limits when it came to fighting; nobody hurts Poppy! She's everybody's friend. At most, they would fight over who was her favorite~

Eventually, they ran out of ammo, and Poppy just... didn't order more. The fighting turned into more harmless pranks, and they perhaps would have eventually reached a point of shared friendship if things had continued like that. Unfortunately, something terrible happened. It started when Poppy was injured saving the others from a mine they forgot they planted. She was hurt and knocked-out, but recovering. That wasn't the terrible thing; while she was out, Somebody from Temple's group came looking for new members. These Reds and Blues refused to join. They were killed, and when Poppy woke up, she was alone.

For a while, Poppy had to stay hidden and keep a low profile. A lot of stuff was happening in the background. By the time she got discovered by UNSC soldiers again, she was still recognized as part of the Flag Zealots (even though she literally DID NOT CARE ABOUT THE FLAGS), and Temple just tried to pull his big plan... so they decided this made her a criminal (ha! when she does something illegal, it's on purpose, and she's less annoying about it, thank you). Somebody at the UNSC thought the best thing to do with left over Flag Zealots was to use all their "devotion" for a different cause... which is INSIDIOUS AS HECK. The person called in to handle training these soldiers is somebody very LOYAL and PASSIONATE, the Reddest Red to ever Red; Sarge.

At first, Sarge is very happy to be back in his comfort-zone. However, well... he might always be seeing red, but he doesn't quite have the rose-colored glasses when looking at the military that he used to. In particular, when he hears about the life of one particular trouble-making smart-mouth named Poppy, it reminds him of the people he's been spending the last couple of decades with. The way the military chewed them up, spit them out, and told them it was a good idea to take other people down with them. Papa Warcrimes has some things to think about!

One thing he knows for sure, he's adopting this little firecracker! Although she's introduced to the Reds (and the rest of the group) through Sarge, once she's in there, Poppy is meant to sort of mirror Simmons. Just like the Reds rarely get new people, Simmons rarely gets new friends. She has things in common with him, like rattling off random trivia she knows, and she's also very different from him. The fact that Sarge likes her, and she's a nerd, SHOULD make Simmons hate her guts, and he was about ready for that... but after one conversation with her, he internally just clicked with her- "Oh, sibling? Sibling!". This is extra symbolic, because the one who killed her Reds and Blues was, in fact, Gene. Poppy really doesn't care for him very muchly, but she likes Simmons a lot, and that makes him very happy (she DOESN'T think he's the same as Gene? She LIKES all his nonsense nerd chatter? SIBLING!). Also, she and Simmons are trans in opposite directions~

Some of my favorite little lines I have for her-

(after being ordered to inspect a dark area in the woods) "I'm not going in there. It looks like the Blair Witch is in there!"

(somebody rudely tells her what to do) "Hey, how about you try asking me again, but this time, get that tone out of your mouth when you talk to me~" *sarcastically cheerful*

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb oc

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nerd-chocolate · 1 year

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Adoration Spoilers:

I just make a quote about Zoé x Cosette and used the confession scene in the canon to do that also there a bonus at the end so read that please. Also I’m using @razrrosamond oc and @artzychic27 ocs so I’m just tagging them

Zoé: But Marinette is not the one I'm in love with.

Cosette: Oh! Who is it then, Zo?

Zoé: *blushing at them while gently grabbing their hand*

Cosette: … *blushing as well* oh! Oh!

Zoé: *takes a deep breath* My feelings for you grew when I came to Paris and they kept growing ever since then. I wanted to tell you for so long but felt scared too since I didn’t know how you'd react.

Cosette: … well I'm surprised you have a crush on me since I also have one on you as well. But I was never going to tell you since you deserve a lot better than me, Zoé. You're an amazing person and you deserve someone who is just as amazing as you.

Zoé: But you're the best thing to ever happen to me! You were willing to give me a chance even after I acted rude to you and I want you as my girlfriend because you mean a lot to me but that is only if you want to be.

Cosette: *smiles softly* I would love to be your girlfriend.

Zoé: … *starts crying and hugs Cosette and then picks them up and spins them around with the happiest smile on her face*

Cosette a bit is taken for a moment: … *laughs while blushing* I love you, big dork.

Zoé: And I love you too, short geek.

Cosette: So how should we tell our friends that we’re dating?

Zoé: Hmmm… I have an idea how to tell them!

Cosette: Hm? What is it, Zo?

Zoé: You just have to wait and experience it yourself, my honey pie. *gently holds Cosette’s face, kiss their cheek* See you tomorrow!

Cosette: … ‘Dang… I find the pet names really adorable and cheesy.’ …Heh, I love that dork.

~The next day~

Jean: Hey guys have you seen Zoé? She was supposed to show me the plans for the end of the year party that is happening soon.

Lacey: I don’t think hav-

Zoé: *kicks the door open while bridal carrying Cosette* GUESS WHO GOT TOGETHER!?!?!

Cosette: *blushing while doing finger guns* Heyyyyy, it's us!

The science kids: …

Marc: FUCKING FINALLY!!!!

Aurore: Congrats, Zoé. At least, one of us disaster lesbians got a girlfriend before the year ended.

Reshma: Yeah, I’m happy for you two!

Ismael: Especially since I don’t need to listen to Cosette’s bisexual disaster self about Zoé, anymore.

Cosette: HEY!! I wasn’t that much of the disaster. *Zoé kisses it’s cheek and it blushes with a smile*

Marc: Aww, reminds me when I’m with Nath when he’s grumpy sometimes.

Simon: *Holding Denise’s hand in a very affectionate way* Glad you two got together already since you two were pinning for each other for a long time.

Denise: Especially while we’re watching the whole thing unfold ourselves.

Mireille: Which leads me to think. Who was the one to confess first?

Zoé: It was me.

Lacey: YES!! I knew it!! Raelynn owes me some money for our bet! New shoes here I come!!

Cosette: Dang Lacey, you didn’t bet on me?

Lacey: Sorry, dude but you're too much of a bisexual disaster to that.

Cosette: .. Yeah, you're right.

Jean: ‘I wonder if I can convince them to have double dates with me and Austin? I probably can.’ Also Zoé, do you have the ideas for the end of the year party? I mean I’m happy for you guys but I do need the plans.

Zoé: *puts Cosette down* Oh I do, don’t worry. I'll show you after class.

Jean: Great!

Ms.Mendeleiev: *walks in* Okay, class, let’s settle down and get started shall we?

The science kids: Yes Ms.Mendeleiev! *they head to their seats*

Ms.Mendeleiev: Also, Zoé please don’t kick my door when you want to make an announcement okay?

Zoé: Oh, yeah, sorry Ms.Mendeleiev.

Ms.Mendeleiev: It's okay, just don’t let it happen again. Now let’s get started with the lesson plan. ‘Im happy for those two. Also I totally won that bet between Jean-Pierre. Heh’

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous ocs #marc anciel #zoé lee #nathaniel kurtzberg #aurore beaureal #ocs #jean duparc #mireille caquet #ms. mendeleiev #Zoé x Oc #Jean x Oc #MarcNath #at least mention #Jean x Austin #Zoé x Cosette

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quodekash · 1 year

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OKAY I HAVE ONE HOUR BEFORE THE OS2 MSP EPISODE COMES OUT SO HOPEFULLY I CAN FINISH THE ABAAB EPISODE BEFORE THEN, imma try to dial it down on the commentary so that its faster

(also fun fact, i tried to do the mouthfuls of water when i mention how pretty anyone or their hair is thing that i suggested. and i had 48 mouthfuls of water and an immediate need to pee and i was worried that throughout the night i would suddenly become a 3 year old child and pee my bed. anyway.)

AH SHOOT YEAH THE NOTE HE LEFT

where the hell did cher go

we’re probably about to find out but i wanna formulate my thoughts first

(dang it now im thinking of first kanaphan bc i said ‘first’ STAY ON TRACK STAY ON TRACK STAY ON TRACK)

presumably hes gone back to like his home town thingy

but... why

i have no idea

we shall see

OH, STUFF YOU

VAFFANCULO TU OMOFOBO PEZZO DI MERDA

LA DETESTO, DETESTO MOLTO

LEI PUÒ MORIRE IN UNA BUCA FREDDA E BUIA ALL’INFERNO, PER FAVORE

STRDYTCFUVJYHKB

“you two are not a good match” LIES, LIIEEEESSS

NOOOOOO HE IS SADDDDDD

HHHWHYYYYY

“take care of your health” i love jack so much

guys we’re nearly 6 minutes in and i havent mentioned jack’s hair ONCE

okay well i just did BUT THAT DOESNT COUNT

THIS IS A CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION

I EXERCISED ✨RESTRAINT✨

“please tell him dont be too hard on yourself, and take care” AWWJRGKHB

poor dude misses cher so much he keeps hallucinating him

at this point the real cher is gonna show up and he’s gonna think its one of his hallucinations for goodness sake

gun, go to therapy

hes so pretty tho

i love him

and you didnt have a chance to say goodbye? because you didnt know it was a goodbye? and you desperately want to see him again but youre also terrified of that ever possibly happening because you know itll mean there’s going to be a goodbye, either that day or just at some point in the future, there will always be a goodbye, and you dont know if its worse to never get a chance to say goodbye or being forced to say goodbye against your own will? and youve had too many goodbyes in your life to know how to deal with it but you keep forgetting to bring this up with your psychologist when you see her once a month?

whaaaat, me? projecting? no wayyyyy

i love porsche

porsche and gun are like lesbians

that makes sense somehow

porschegun are lesbians

i will not elaborate

“you, thyme, and cher. everyone left me. i have no one left.” jEEZ THAT ONE REALLY STABBED ME IN THE HEART SIX TIMES

KILL MEEEEEEEEE

whaaaat i have attachment issues? my psychologist said i have high signs of separation anxiety, like im a dog? noooooo waaaaaayyyyyyyy

bro

DANG IT OF COURSE THAT WAS A DREAM

“hes been drinking his old coffee for five days in a row” HOLY HELL HES NOT OKAY SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE OR SOMETHING

i love him

and his hair

sorry, i know i said i would dial it down but the episode is nearly over and it wouldnt be an abaab commentary post if i didnt mention and screenshot jack’s hair AT LEAST once.

HES JUST SO PRETTY

just. look at his face. appreciate his face. and his hair.

JACK’S SAD LITTLE SMILE AND THEN HE LOOKS AWAY- IM GONNA CRY I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH

CHER!! :DD

and... yacht???? (seriously, IS that his name)

HIS FREAKING BLUE HAIR IS SO PRETTY WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

second best hair in this show

“without you, my tiny room seems tremendous” FIHREBGKJB

GROUP MOMENT

THREEZOOOOOO

PLS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“you’re making us horny” GIUERDBJSGOIRE THIS IS SO FUNNY WHAT THE HELL

HE IS AMAZING

AND ZO’S LITTLE FINGER SHAKE DSFDSGSGD

MY BOI IS GRADUATINGGGGG

MY BOI IS SEEING HIS BOY

JRGFJFNGGFVC

A WONDERFUL END TO THE EPISODE

THAT WAS EXCELLENT

I LOVE THEM

aight time for msp in like. five minutes.

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euclyta · 5 months

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euclyta and all even numbered questions 💫

me when i think no one's gonna ask me anything oop (thank youuu)

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

the fact that she always acts like she doesnt care about what people think of her but she secretly gets very happy when people think she's really cool! in the finale for pso2 she complains about all the work she got sent to do but gets outed "you were very excited when they told you you were our ace in the hole" :')

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

this is kind of a biased question but im playing genshin a lot lately and i keep thinking of how she could translate into teyvat + the game's core mechanics, like what element she'd use and her weapon type (since she normally uses twin machine guns, and there are no dual wield weapons in genshin)

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

im not very sure! but i know she definitely loves her friends and family a lot, and i love mine too

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

god ok i really don't like that a lot of dudebros (from what i've seen anyway) reduced her to just another tsundere waifu. a lot of the fanart ive seen over the years is incredibly gross and ooc too

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

it'd be the biggest joy for me if i could honestly

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

she's a lesbian! ever since i first laid my eyes on her, it was the very first thing that popped into my brain.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

i can definitely see her with some neon techwear honestly

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

the good thing about pso2 being niche is that there aren't that many ships. unfortunately eucie has exactly one ship i've seen and its with her brother so im gonna say that one

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

we dont see her interact much outside of her very close circle but the anime did give us some interactions between her and matoi that i really appreciate, because we see her more gentle side even if just for a little bit

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

she's already very close to aurora so if not afin, then her. they both share very similar guilt and did decide together they would work to be better people to make up for it. plus aurora already does get eucie to talk about her feelings in the open, which is very, VERY rare

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

there's not many fics for her other than some my friends have written (to which im very biased LOL) so i cant really opinionate on this

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

there's definitely somebody but i cant place my finger on who atm

#asks #YIP #i like talking about her #thanku

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lovearne · 1 year

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somethings not quite right

John Price and Kate Laswell platonic fic

Warnings: hints at gender dysphoria, coming out, Trans character, fruity characters, talk of sex (brief), supportive laswel and supportive price, wedding, like 3 time jumps.

Word count: 3.2k

Laswell is a Trans woman because I said so, and if anyone has problems with that get the fuck off my page

Brief summary: Laswell was not always a lesbian, but Price was always supportive. In my head Kate is two years older than Price.

My page is 18+ only. I don't tolerate minors here, this is my safe place to express myself, and I don't consent to minors viewing my works or my blog.

There wasn't a dull moment during war times. At least that's what John Price had thought. Before he joined the military, he thought that it was all combat all the time. He'd done more paperwork than he had field work, and he was sick of it.

This isn't why he joined the army, he didn't want to sit and go through papers on how different bases are doing, or sort through the soldiers mail. He quite enjoyed making people mad, he enjoyed beating people up, and holding his guns. He enjoyed the high that the hunt brought. The thrill that he got from holding his gun, the tingle up his spine when his finger touched the trigger.

He'd often times find himself hoping for more and more combat, wanting someone to walk through the doors of the office he was in waving around a gun so he could be the hero.

It was one of these days that a unfamiliar man walked through them. He was sporting a US standard military flight jacket, he waltzed through the doors as I'd he owned the place. John surmised he could've easily taken himself down. His small yet muscular stature was to be reckoned with, his legs spread shoulder width, he was not easy to knock around.

He tilts his head back down to his work. Silently pulling the tickets for tonight's football game out. He was excited, he and his date were going to the game and then she was coming back to his place for the night. He put them away, smiling as he went about his day at work.

When the clock struck hie off hour, he silently cheered, punching his card on the way out, he grabs his jacket and keys. His face was split wide as he pulled up to his dates house.

"I'm so sorry John, I just got stuck with him." His date opened the door, her kid sat high on her hip. John smiles warmly and shakes his head.

"Don't worry love, we can spend the night here instead." She shakes her head.

"Padt of the court order deems no people that aren't approved while I'm with this little guy." He nods again. "Why don't you and one of the guys go? It'll be fun." He nods, kissing her cheek as he excuses himself.

He drove himself to the game venue, sitting out in the parking lot to himself. He hated being by himself. He figured he'd at least be around more footie fans if he went in. So as he sighs, he pushes himself to go in, greeting people on the way, trekking to his seat, and taking one. The kiosk man walked up the isles asking if anyone wanted beer and a dog, Price nodded for 2 pints of beer, the man compling.

The game was about a quarter way done before someone decided to talk to the Seargent.

"Excuse me." He heard a smooth voice say. His head turning, he caught sight of the blond man from earlier. "Weren't you the guy at the desk earlier?" The man questioned. Price nods.

"Yeah, right before you went into the colonels office." He informs. The blond man laughs.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Just had a lot to talk to the colonel about." The American man said.

"I'm Price," he said, putting his hand out. "John Price." The blond smiled.

"Laswell, pleasure to meet ya." The two laughed together, complimenting the goals scored by each side.

"I always loved soccer." John turned to Laswell, as if he were the final girl in his horror movies.

"Football."

"Scoccer." Laswell didn't understand why Price got so angry.

"Football. You Americans ruin everything." Laswell scoffed.

"At least we didn't start colonising." Price rolls his eyes.

"At least we didn't have to be told how to behave in Britain during the war." Laswell glares at Price.

"Did we just become friends?" Prices breaks out in a large grin.

"I think we did blondie." They both laugh, cracking up at the hilarity of the situation. "Just call it Football here, people will try to slug ya if you say soccer." The smaller man nods.

---

One of the times Price sees Laswell a few years after, his hair is longer, and he's wearing better looking clothes. They were more fitted on him, tighter in the waist and flowy down his hips. He looked good.

"Laswell," he greeted with a warm smile.

"Hey John," he was greeted by the blond, his voice was higher and seemed to suit him more. He smiles at the man again.

"Are you sick?" The blond shakes his head.

The two head on their mission, quickly being taken over by bad guys. Laswell puts up a good fight, but is knocked down in the process. Price barrels into the man that knocked over his partner, beating into his face until he deems his opponent is down.

"Laswell?" He turned and moved where the other man was. Seeing him standing there, looking at the man that had him pinned. "You whole? We gotta get you back to your bride in one piece, yeah?" The blond smiles, meeting John's eyes again. He nods.

Laswell, and his fiance invited Price to their wedding; he was to be Laswell's best man.

The two headed out, accomplishing the objective of their mission. They both were on leave as soon as they got back to base. John's bones has been aching to go on break, his desk work finally catching up to him. He was exhausted by it, the colonel had made him into a team watch, he was to write down a mission report for everything, each training.

Coming back to reality, he and Laswell just arrived on base, Price doesn't even shower, he just goes in the uniform he has on now, waiting in the lobby for Laswell, he comes out a few minutes later the two clapping each other on the shoulder heading to the cars to go to the civilian airport.

The two laughed and talked the whole way there, only for John to fall asleep almost immediately after takeoff. Laswell scoffed at the younger man. He was 2 years older than Price, and yet Price acted like a middle aged dad. He tried to take a page from John's book and sleep as well, however he was busy thinking if how uncomfortable he'd be in the suit. He didn't like the thought of it at all. Being trapped in that ugly deep blue suit. He wanted a more colorful, suit. He was afraid to tell his fiancee that. He didn't want her thinking poorly of him, he didn't want to be judged.

He'd tried to wear the opposite clothes as a kid and nearly got beat by his dad. Saying they were girl clothes and he wasn't gonna have a 'sissy' son. He had severe trauma from childhood, like most from his team.

He'd became a CIA agent as a fuck you to his dad. As a final nail in the coffin. He had gone no contact with his dad a long time ago, his mom had died when he was small. He often wondered how his mother would've reacted to him wanting to wear more feminine clothes than masculine. In his mind, she'd let him dress as the queen of England for all she cared, as long as he was happy. He wished he had lived a life like that.

Maybe then he'd be content telling his soon to be wife that he wanted more vibrant colours. He wishes he'd been given support as a child and shown more love. He knows his fiancee loves him, and he loves her. He'd never be like his father, if his kids wanted to play with the 'opposite genders' toys or clothes, he'd get them for them, no questions asked.

He is restless as the plane flies, his thoughts racing. He wonders if his mind I'd moving faster than the plane. He also wonders how he'd look in his finances wedding dress. That thought stops him dead. It blossomed into thoughts of him having long soft hair, him filling the top of the dress, how he'd look if he were born a girl. His mind shuts down.

Was he Transgendered? Did he not want to be a boy after all? Where did this thought come from? What was happening to him? Would he like being called a girl? Would he like being referred to as she? Would he like being called pretty? And beautiful. All these emotions and thoughts were taking their toll on his mind. On his body, one single tear leaked down his cheek as he pushed those thoughts deep down. He couldn't ruin the wedding day, he's just having cold feet.

He'd be fine. He calms his breathing down, compartmentalising as they taught him in school.

He couldn't worry about this today. Today was his bride's day. He wasn't going to burn it by thinking thoughts that make him question his life. He's happy with her, and he's happy as himself, or at least he can fake it until he makes it.

As soon as they land, Laswell grabs John by the hand, carting him through the airport and to the luggage claim, scrambling to grab their bags.

"Move it Price! I'm not going to be late to my own wedding!" He shoves John a little more, "move! Go!" Poor Price had just been woken up as the plane landed, and then drug through a few dozen yards of an airport, just to get their bags. He had zero time to wake up from his admittedly, quite deep sleep.

The two get to the venue with 10 minutes to spare, he didn't have any time to think of anything else but getting dressed. Laswell and Price were tossed into a room to get dressed in the suits they'd rented from the store.

They both helped each other straighten out their ties and lapels. Nodding to one another they headed out to the front of the wedding party, Laswell being ushered into place, and Price standing a few paces away, nodding to give emotional support as Laswell looked at him. John could see a type of sadness and uncomfortable in the blonds eyes. He didn't understand, but he's never been in Laswells position, well, maybe once. But that was when he was freshly 19, in love with a girl he'd gone to high-school with, but he'd been left at the altar, she ran away with his best friend. But that didn't matter right now, all he knew now was his best mate was getting married to the girl of his dreams. And Price was there with full support.

He watched his friend as his bride walked down the isle. The look of love in his eyes, so pure, the tear coming down his cheek, so sweet. His love for his bride was evident. His face was pulled in awe, his eyes never leaving his soon to be wife's. Price smiled broadly as he seen the same look being reflected in Laswells brides eyes, a small tear rolling down her powdered face, leaving a streak in its wake through the makeup.

The look of two people wildly in love with each other. They were the perfect fit. The sight made tears come to his own eyes. Definitely not thinking about how he could have a Mrs. Price if she hadn't run away. He shook the thought from his head, it was so long ago, and he didn't want to think of it. He just wanted to support his mate.

Tears were ripped from everybody's eyes as the vows were exchanged, the devotion of each to each other almost too much to bear, John had to look away for more than a few moments. His own thoughts are torturing him, picking away at his brain. He was ecstatic for his long time friend.

The reception had gone well too, the two newlyweds dancing up and down the floor, smashing cake on the other, and getting ass over teakettle drunk. Price watches on in silent sadness. He wished he could have a life like that, one so carefree and innocent. He wanted a spouse that he could look forward to seeing after a particular difficult deployment. He missed having his hair carted through as he slept on the chest of his love. He needed to get laid. He decided he'd go and flirt with as many people as possible, in order to hook up with someone tonight.

Laswell watched from the spot he was as Price flirted with one of the younger girls at the party. His wife's cousin, she was 20, for currently 25 year old Price, she seemed a fit match. The two laughed as he had made what Laswell assumed was a lame ass joke. Being partnered with the man more than a few times he knows just how terrible Prices jokes were.

Laswell watched as the girl tucked hair behind her ear, biting her lip as Price leaned into her ear. Laswell poked his wife, pointing to where the seargent and the girl were. She giggled and smiled.

"Finally, they both looked so bored out there." She said, Laswell nodded.

"I never see him getting into the dating game. This'll be good for him."

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It was another few years later before John met a suitable partner. A man named Henry. He fell so hard and so fast for Henry. He didn't even know he were attracted to men, well he hooked up a few times in high-school with other boys, and a few times in bootcamp. But it knocked him off his feet when he started to feel things for Henry.

It was a cheesy meet, Henry worked at a book Cafe, John frequented it when he was off duty. He made John happy. The smile he got on his face around him hurt his face. He was happy and in love. The two got married quietly, neither wanting to wait after being together for two years. They went down to city hall and signed the marriage certificate. They were happy, Henry would stay at home while - now luitenant - Price would be deployed. Henry would take care of their large family of animals.

The time Price seen Laswell after he'd been married was just a few months later. He now had even longer hair, done up in a military bun, his face was softer, more round, and his body had changed, his hips became more sharply, and his chest had grown. John was confused.

Laswell smiled broadly at the man. She realised she never told him. Probably out of fear of not being treated the same. But she knew now, she knew she was a badass, and how to command respect as a newly out woman. She'd been on estrogen for a while now, HRT was a bitch, but she loved every poke and prod and uncomfortable feeling at the doctors, it got her closer to her goal.

She smiled warmly at Price and gestured for his hand. She waited for him to grab it before speaking to him.

"Hey there handsome." She greeted him, she was very proud of her voice she'd been training it for years to sound how she'd wanted it. His eyes went wide.

"Laswell, you look," he started, swallowing as he was blown away. "You look amazing. When did this happen?" He asked bluntly. Laswell smiled, when wasn't offended, she knew he was in shock.

"I'm Transgender John." She said simply. He nods, still a little blown away. "Do you understand what that means?" He stutters.

"I-I'm gay." Laswell smiles.

"Well big guy, that isn't what that means." She slaps his shoulder.

"No, no." He replies, his mind still shook. "I'm homosexual. I never told you." He replied. She smiles.

"I'm glad you told me." She touches his arm gently.

"I-" He stops. His mind going a mile a minute. "You came out to me, so I figured I'd come out to you." Her smile broadens.

"You're OK with this? It's not odd?" He shakes his head.

"Why would it be odd? You are you." He states, his mind clearing a little. "Do you have a new name?" Her smile was so big it took up most of her face. He decided she looked the happiest he'd seen her, apart from her and her wife's wedding day.

"Kate." He smiles back, "my name is Kate. And my new pronouns are she and her, though I don't mind they and them." She informed him.

"I have a husband." He blurts. Her face pulls in shock.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU GOT MARRIED?" She yelled. She slapped his shoulder. He winced.

"Ow! You bitch, you didn't tell me you were lesbian." He retorts.

"You didn't tell me you're gay." They both burst out laughing. The two of them bent over clutching their middles. Once they calmed, they were sitting together outside, looking over the sunset.

"Kate is a beautiful name." John told her. She smiled, looking over at him.

"So much for boys' nights Eh?" He smiled.

"Everynight is boys night at my house." He smirked. She scoffed.

"What's his name."

"Henry." His smile lit up his eyes, talking about the man he loves. "I met him two or three years back. We decided to just go to city hall and sign the papers. Neither of us wanted a bug wedding either way. We just need each other." She nods.

"That's very romantic." He nods back at her.

"I have a picture!" He pulled his hat off to show her the small Polaroid he kept attached to his hat. He hands it to her, watching her eyes as she examined it.

"He looks like a good man." She commented. He nods. "When did you know you were gay?" She asked.

"Well, I'm not sure if I'm gay, or just don't mind peoples genders." She nods. "I kind of dabled in men in school, but it didn't dawn on me until I met him." She nods again. "When did you know you weren't in the right body?" He asks.

She sighs, "I guess I always kind of knew. I always wanted to be what society deems girly. It slapped me in the face the flight we had to my wedding. I realised that's what it was. But I denied it for a bit longer." John nods.

"That couldn'tve been easy." He says.

"It wasn't, but when I started transitioning, it was like the world got brighter, I felt lighter. Like the weight was off my shoulders."

"How did your wife react?" He questioned, hoping on everything they were still together. Kate laughs.

"Yeah, she was surprised, obviously. But she was very supportive." She says. Kate laughs a little. "I was terrified, I told her, but a second later she said. 'Then I'm a leasbian, I'm not letting you go.' She's the love of my life." He smiles.

"Looks like we've both got happy endings on the other side of a job." His face was happy.

"Yeah, let's keep it that way, Lieutenant." He chuckles.

#fruity price #john price is gay #kate laswell is trans #kate laswell #john price fic #john price #cod fic #cod mw19

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faggot-friday · 2 years

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In Every Shade of Purple // Sophiana

written for @constant-sapphic-breakdown's birthday gift!!! Art will be posted later btw

summary: Sophiana wedding !!!

trigger warnings: swearing, sex mention. lmk if there's anything else

other notes: they/them demi biro Sophie, ae/aer lesbian Biana, it/its afab Keefe, he/him afab Fitz, xe/xem Dex, she/her Amy, she/her asexual Stina, genderfluid Maruca (uses he/they/ce near the beginning, and then they/she near the end). Dex x Keefe x Fitz, implied four horsegirls. I drop my url. Harli hates them but there's puns. This is literally pure fluff lol

word count: 1.7K

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Sophie tugged on their tie and swallowed. “I’m so fucking nervous.”

Amy elbowed her. It was gentle by Amy standards, but it was going to leave a bruise by Sophie standards.

“Relax, Soybean,” she said. “You’ll be fine.”

“What if I trip on the way?”

“Then get up and make sure you don’t crinkle this suit. It cost a fortune. You really went all-out.”

“I just want it to be perfect.”

Because if it wasn’t as perfect as ae was, then what was the point?

Amy rolled her eyes and moved towards the full-length mirror, admiring herself. “I don’t usually wear suits like this, but dang, I look sexy.” She pursed her lips and examined herself from every angle.

Dex placed one hand on Sophie’s shoulder and smiled reassuringly. “You’ll be fine, Sophie. I can guarantee it.”

“What if ae backs out? What if ae thinks we’re just platonic buddies?”

Dex laughed. “I promise you, Soph. Ae loves you romantically as much as you love aer, also romantically.”

Sophie looked up at xem. “How can you be certain?”

“I can see it in aer eyes every time you enter a room.”

Sophie smiled slightly. They could imagine it. It was cute. Then again, everything about Biana was cute.

“Are you ready?” xe asked them.

Fitz did up the final button on his jacket and smiled teasingly. “You better be. You’ve been talking non-stop about this for weeks.”

Sophie laughed. “I’m not ready. But I’m going there anyway. Not much of a choice. It’s all paid for.”

“There’s that can-do attitude,” Amy said sarcastically. “Hurry up, or ae’ll leave you at the altar.”

“Ae won’t leave you at the altar,” Dex reassured them upon seeing their pale face, shooting a glare at Amy. Amy held up her hands in surrender, not looking at all sorry. “But we do need to hurry.”

“Should I tuck in my tails?” Sophie pulled at the tails of the suit jacket.

“You don’t want everyone to think you’re not weird,” Amy said. “That’s basically lying. Dex, gogogo. You’re first.”

Dex kissed Sophie on the forehead. “You’re gonna do great.” Then xe left, Fitz following with awkward finger guns directed at them. He went red and moved away faster.

“Geez, Dexter, this isn’t a spelling bee,” Amy said. “Alright, girlboss. Off you go.” She pursed her lips. “Not a girlboss. A gayboss.”

“Gaslight gatekeep gayboss?” Sophie laughed.

Amy handed Sophie the bouquet. “Gaslight gaetkeep gayboss. Ha! Puns!” She pushed Sophie towards the door. “Now, get out there and gayboss. Kiss some women!”

“Kissing women is something I can’t fuck up in, at least.”

Amy left Sophie with a muttered “you’d be surprised” and a lot of scared thoughts before they were standing in the sun, facing Biana and aer lot.

……

Keefe held a dress up against its body. “I think I look hot. Do you think I look hot?”

“Yes,” Fitz said, at the same time Biana answered, “I think we should change the colour a bit.” They looked at each other.

“You shouldn’t even be here,” Biana said to him.

“I’m your emotional support sibling,” Fitz said. “Here for any hugs you could ever want.”

“You’re bony.”

“And you just stand there stiffly. The perfect blend of pain and uncomfortableness.”

“Lighten up, Vackers,” Maruca said. “Biana, do we really have to wear dresses?”

“We offered to all of you to be either on Sophie’s side with the suits, or my side with the dresses. And you chose accordingly.” Biana looked at her. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Feeling masc right now,” Maruca said. “He/they/ce. And when I’m more masc, I feel… bleugh, in dresses. You feel?”

Biana didn’t get much dysphoria, which was something that seemed to constantly confuse aer brother, who had loads. “Nope. I do not feel. Nor do I understand your dysphoric struggles.”

“I feel,” Fitz said. “And yeah, it’s painful having to do that. I’m sure we can get a suit for you and choose which side you’re on.”

“You can swap with Amy, if you need to be over there,” Biana suggested.

“Or you can go naked,” Stina said.

“I’m not going naked,” Maruca said flatly.

Keefe picked up another dress and compared them. “You want to see Maruca naked? That’s a bit gay.”

Stina didn’t show any sign of embarrassment. “I don’t get off on nudity. Or anything, for that matter.”

“Ah, right. Sorry. I will not allow my allosexual ignorance to show again.”

“Good.”

Biana laughed.

Keefe turned to face the overall group. “The one on the left or the one on the right?” It held each up as it spoke. “The one on the left I think is prettier, but it also shows off quite a bit of cleavage, and I don’t want to take Sophie’s gaze away from the wife-to-be.” It winked. “This other one is more my colour, but it has lace. Lace, Bee. Do you know —”

“Yes, Keefe, I know about your issues with lace,” Biana sighed. “Wear the one that shows your tits. Sophie’s not going to be looking at you.”

“Dex and Fitz are,” Maruca muttered. Fitz’s face went bright red, and he tore his eyes away from Keefe.

Keefe didn’t look at all ashamed. “Well, it’s their rights as dating me. I’d stare at their tits, too, if they had any.”

Fitz’s face returned to its normal colour. “You know not-binding gives me dysphoria.”

“I do know that. I wasn’t shaming you for it.”

“Sure sounded like it.”

“Keep your bickering for when I’m not here,” Biana sighed. “You’re gonna make my ears bleed.”

Fitz muttered an apology. Keefe didn’t look ashamed. Keefe never seemed to be ashamed of anything.

“So, what colours are we going for?” Stina asked. “Like, I know we’re all in blue, but what about that lot? And the whole thing? Is it just all blue?”

“That lot are in red,” Biana supplied. “And… we have an idea of the whole thing. But it’s all hush-hush.”

Keefe wrapped its arms around Stina’s neck and pressed one finger to her lips. “You heard the woman. Hushies.”

Stina slapped it.

……

Sophie watched Dex and Fitz walk forward. Fitz’s face went bright red at the sight of Keefe in its dress. Sophie didn’t feel the same. They’d gotten over their fleeting crush on “the Keefester” all the way back in middle school. Also, tits in general were kind of average. Demisexual moment, they supposed.

Amy gently (Amy standards gentle) shoved Sophie forward. They stumbled slightly but straightened quickly, making sure no one had seen. Their adoptive parents, Grady and Edaline Ruewen, waved at them. Grady was crying. Edaline poked her tongue out cheekily.

Sophie stepped forward, trying not to stare at Biana in aer dress too much. Ae was… ae was breathtaking. Ae was also not even attempting to hide the fact that ae was staring. Maruca (who was wearing a pronoun pin on their dress that said “they/she”) reached around Keefe and gently punched aer, saying something Sophie couldn’t hear. Ae smacked them back.

Sophie stumbled three more times and fell flat on their face once more (was the walkway thing really that long? How did they overlook that design flaw? They hate walking), just as they had feared. Take that, Amy. Imagine being wrong.

Sophie stepped up next to Biana. Keefe rested its chin on their shoulder.

“Hi,” it whispered as the ceremony started. “I like how you put Biana’s lot on your side. Contrasting the blue with the red.”

Sophie shushed it. It pulled back and mussed up their hair.

They read out their stuff. Biana told the story of how they met. Sophie hated that day. All they wanted was a haircut, but noo, they had to have the prettiest girl they’d ever seen as their hairdresser and accidentally make the entire interaction NSFW. They were acespec, for goodness sake!! How could they slip up like that!

Sophie, like the cringe-fail nerd that they were, announced they had a poem, before proceeding to read out a limerick. They wouldn’t be able to remember the limerick later, but they would remember the way Biana’s eyes lit up as ae doubled over laughing.

The ceremony continued with more talking Sophie didn’t pay much attention to. Keefe nudged them after the limerick and praised them to the skies. Quietly.

“You look nice,” Biana said towards the end.

“Thank you. You also look nice,” Sophie responded

Biana nodded. “This is a little awkward.”

Sophie nodded. “Oh, by the way, you still owe me a blowjob from when we first met.”

Biana let go of Sophie’s hands to cover aer mouth, but Sophie could still hear aer laughter. “Sexually attracted to me, are you, Foster?”

“No, but maybe one day. I thought it was funny.”

“It was a bit. Not gonna bang me on our wedding night?”

“We can watch gay movies instead.”

“I might be allosexual, but that sounds so fucking good.”

Sophie smiled.

“And now,” the officiator said, “you may kiss the —” she paused. “Shit. Bride? Groom?”

“Depends who you’re talking to,” Sophie said. “If you’re talking to me, you could say wife. Biana’s female.”

“I’m talking to aer, though. And you’re nonbinary, right?” Sophie nodded.

“Well, is there a neutral term for bride or groom?” Dex said from beside Amy.

“I’m only here because you’re paying me,” the officiator said. “I literally have no clue.”

“You may now kiss the… lesbian?” Biana suggested.

“I’m bi,” Sophie said.

“You may now kiss the bisexual person doesn’t have quite the same ring to it,” Keefe piped up.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Stina muttered. “Shut the fuck up and kiss already! I want my vodka.”

“Yeah,” the officiator said, staring at Stina with a frown. “That.”

And Sophie laughed, and Biana laughed too, and then Sophie leaned down slightly, shut the fuck up as Stina had so kindly phrased, and kissed aer. And ae kissed them back.

“I love you,” ae murmured against their lips. And Sophie responded in the same starstruck tone, winding their arms around aer waist, as Dex cheered, and Amy told Stina she could have her vodka, and Maruca muttered “finally” and went off to find their other partners, and Grady cried harder, and Keefe shouted “bit gay, innit”, and confetti and glitter exploded around them, coating them both in every shade of purple.

And neither of them had ever been happier than they had in that moment.

#sophiana #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #happy birthday to jordi and your art is coming soon!!!

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casspurrjoybell-26 · 2 days

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💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 20

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

Aaron's been working hard lately, as usual.

Both sides of our business are doing great but his is legitimately booming and as if the candy wasn't enough, he's expanded to catering as well.

Some other business refused to cater a lesbian wedding and Aaron stepped in and offered to give it a shot, pro bono.

It went so well, he ended up booked through the end of the year.

I understand and it's not like he's been neglecting me or anything but sometimes I just want to take him away somewhere, tie him up, fuck him hard and teach him to relax.

Not necessarily in that order.

Ten minutes of wallowing is enough and I force myself to get up and decide what to do with the rest of the day.

I'd taken it off and I'd thought Aaron would too.

Now I don't know what to do with myself.

I decide to go for a ride.

I love my bike.

It's a top brand and I got it at a steep discount through a promo deal with the shop.

It's way beyond anything I'd be able to afford otherwise.

Besides Aaron, it's my baby.

I can't ride like I once did... a hundred miles at a time, pushing through pain and fatigue just for the reward of knowing what my body can do... but recently I've at least been able to get back into the rhythm of regular rides.

I take a series of back streets and side roads, skirting the busier areas.

When it comes to traffic, I'm still a little gun-shy but there's a paved bike trail on the edge of town and it's peacefully deserted at this time of day.

I ride its whole ten-mile length... farther than I've gone so far.

Taking my time, with plenty of stops to rest my leg, I get back home around noon, hang my bike up in the garage and go in for a shower.

When I come out, wrapped in a loose towel, a noise makes me freeze.

It sounds like someone dropping something in the kitchen but I'm the only one at home.

Heart in my mouth, I creep forward down the hall.

On the way, I grab a framed picture from the wall.

It's not much of a weapon but it's the only thing at hand.

In the frame, Aaron laughs up at me while I grin at the camera.

My mom took it the last time she visited.

Rounding the corner, I prepare to defend my home with life and limb, deadly picture-frame in hand.

What I see sends all thoughts of violence... all thoughts of any kind, actually... fleeing my mind like doves released en masse.

Aaron stands at the stove, stirring something in a small saucepan and humming to himself.

That isn't so odd.

I've seen that plenty of times.

What's different is that he's wearing nothing but his candy-making apron.

It's tied loosely around his slender waist, the tails trailing over his bare ass and swaying between his legs as he rocks gently to whatever tune is playing in his head.

I make some noise... probably a sort of choking, gagging sound and he turns towards me, lips spreading in that beautiful smile I love so much.

His bare shoulders and arms look pale and graceful and I don't know why the hell it turns me on so much, seeing him like this, except that it's the two things I love most in this world reduced to their barest elements... this man and his candy.

"Aaron...?" my voice is strained and breathless.

He lifts a silicone spatula from the saucepan.

It's dripping chocolate in silky strands.

He gives a quick twist with his wrist, twirling the ribbons and then brings it to his mouth and licks it, red tongue turning dark with molten sweet.

He swallows and bites his lip.

"Almost ready," he says, eyes locked on mine.

On the counter, a plate of strawberries waits.

I move towards him, wondering if maybe I've had a heart attack and my body is lying dead in the shower or something because this looks like heaven.

He turns back to the pan, stirring the contents with the lazy self-assurance of the professional.

I come and stand at his back, breathing in the scent of him and trail my fingers from his shoulders down his lightly muscled arms.

"Uh-uh," he chides, prying my hands off with the handle of his spatula.

"No touching. Not yet."

He smirks.

"What? Did you think I forgot?"

"Uh... yes."

He laughs.

It's a low, sinful sound.

"Now back off, before you get burned."

I do as he says but instead of heaven, now I'm in some kind of chocolate-themed hell, watching and not allowed to touch.

I realize I'm still wrapped in nothing but the towel and that I'm painfully erect.

Two can play at this game.

I let the towel fall and wait for him to turn.

When he does, his eyes drop and go dark.

He licks his lips.

"Well... dip me in chocolate and call me a banana pop," he says.

I should be used to it by now but it still makes me choke and I have to yield the victory.

As ever, he wins.

"Not long now," he assures me.

The strawberries are perfect... long-stemmed and just the right size for a single bite, plump and red.

He takes each by the stem between his finger and thumb and dips them expertly in the melted chocolate.

Then he sets them on a sheet of wax paper cool.

When the last is done, he dips his own fingers in the cooling chocolate and comes towards me, rolling his hips.

He slides his fingers past my lips, across my tongue.

"Suck," he demands.

I suck him clean.

When he withdraws his fingers, a string of saliva trails from my mouth.

He wipes his fingers on his apron and then his mouth is on mine, hot and wet and hungry.

"Do you want me?" he asks, when he comes up for air, lips swollen and slick.

The question is rhetorical.

"God... yes."

His smile stretches a little wider.

"Did you really think I forgot?"

"I... yes."

"I love you Blake Welling but you're an idiot sometimes."

I can't argue.

Most of my blood is below my waist, for one thing.

He takes my hand and pulls me into the living room.

There, he kisses me again, sucking my tongue like it's one of his strawberries.

"Lie down," he says, hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees.

I do as he says, lying back on the carpet.

He kneels over me.

I can't see what he's doing behind the drape of his apron but I feel it when he takes me in his hand and guides the head of my cock to his hole.

"Wait..." I gasp.

"Are you ready?"

He grins.

"That was a long ride you went on, babe. I'm more than ready and now it's my turn."

He throws his head back and impales himself on my length in a single, swift motion.

I can't breathe.

"Oh God... fuck," I gasp, struggling for air.

"That's the idea," he says, smirking.

He rides me, taking his own pleasure, slow and sensuous.

I see the red tip of his tongue against his lips and he gasps softly as he moves with me inside him.

Finally, I can't bear it anymore and he knows it.

He gives himself to me hard and fast.

A cry... tears itself from my lips... as I come and he thrusts down, taking me deep.

Slowly, he pulls off me, my softening shaft slicked with lube and my own spill.

His mouth finds mine once more.

"Happy birthday, you sick fuck," he says.

"Don't expect this every year."

~♡♡♡~ ~The End~ ~♡♡♡~

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runeswitchau · 1 year

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Our Cast of Characters

Four Addisons:

Clickton K. Addison- (He/Him) Though heavily based off of @brightgoat's au, this version of Click is much more empathetic. Friends with Swatch and Jevil, as well as the rest of the Addisons. In a relationship with Magson.

Magson I. Addison- (He/Him) The same Magson as @brightgoat's au. Friends with the rest of the eastern Cyber City branch of Addisons, Swatch, and Jevil. In a relationship with Clickton.

Payton M. Addison- (He/him) Again, the same as Brightgoat's au. Friends(?) with Swatch, and actually friends with the rest of the Addisons.

Videon E. Addison- (He/him) The youngest of the group. Friends with all of the above.

The Bird and the Clown:

Swatch- (They/them) Swatch is mostly based on my hc's. I'll post a Swatch hc entry soon. Friends with all of the above and Jevil too.

Jevil- (They/them) This version of Jevil hasn't been 'freed' yet. No idea how they got to Cyber City, but Click immediately bonded with them.

Additional Addisons:

The Addison Corps Heads:

Joyston A. Addison: (He/him) Heavily based of off @brightgoat's Joyston, but this Joyston has a soft side. Leader of the eastern Cyber City factory, Joyston seems to be brutal at first, but will not kill a fellow Pink Addison...only reset them a little.

Viron Y. Addison: (He/They) Viron is the Head Engineer and Innovator at Addison Corps- he is mostly holed up in his maus-infested lab. Like most Addisons, he's not mentally stable, and has a habit of experimenting on himself. He has a finger gun that can store two bullets, among other hidden powers.

Clipak VL. Addison: (He/him) Clipak used to be the Head Engineer of Addison Corps, but with Viron's recent takeover he's fallen to his own branch. He doesn't have a true moral compass- he'll experiment on Addisons to get more Addison upgrades. He chose to mute his emotions long ago, but will unmute them if he is in a situation where he needs to manipulate others.

Tomston A. Addison: (He/him) Head of the northern branch of Addisons Corps. He puts on a front of being a calm person, when in reality he is absolutely terrifying. Clipak is the only Addison so far who is not afraid of him.

The Lavenders:

Planning on uploading another handbook just for these guys.

Poston M. Addison: (She/Her) The lesbian of the group. She tends to be dry, but can be very flirtatious if she wants to be. She brings her phone with her everywhere, just in case she catches some action.

Luston S. Addison: (He/him) The gayest of the group. Great sense of fashion, will try to flirt with anyone and everyone, has the most bitches AND bastards.

Libidoson S. Addison: (He/She/They, mostly He/Him) Lust's partner in crime, he and Lust will frequently flirt together. Two is better than one after all when it comes to convincing a potential customer.

Quantin W. Addison: (He/him) The paranoid one- he was originally supposed to be a yellow, but a glitch happened and he got put in the husk of a Lavender instead. He tries his best to be flirty, but will almost always revert to talking about how the earth is flat.

Snipston T. Addison: (He/Him) The most flirty of the Lavenders, he often partners with Post so they can both get girls.

Jessie A. Addison: (She/Her) The only straight one, and the least flirty. She dislikes the others, and dislikes being a Lavender in the first place. However, if she gets drunk, she will revert back to her basic code.

The rebellion and Misc:

Popak P. Addison: (He/Him) One of the oldest models, Popak was brought back to live via a rogue electrical charge. He was built in the 90s, and has no idea how much times have changed since he was powered down.

Scurvak C. Addison: (She/Her) Scurvak was hacked by viruses after she went into the dark web- she is now a pirate who steals information and copies it to databases. She only talks in pirate-speak if she gets angry.

#deltarune #deltarune au #deltarune spoilers #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune addisons

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coyotevallie · 2 years

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any headcanons for marie-ann and yvonne?

YES YES YEA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ..... <3 doing this rarepair thing is so grwat bc like . every sapphic chnt ship is a rarepair . so i get to talk more about my silly little lesbians >:)

i think when marie-anns feeling down and is too sad to be able to talk about her feelings properly (which is often especially since the deer stuff) yvonne tells her just . the STUPIDEST pickup lines . absolutely RIDICULOUS . with a silly little finger gun and an exaggerated wink its RIDICULOUS . and it always makes marie-ann giggle bc its so stupid and cheer up at least enough so that she can talk things through (: yvonnes favorite is that marie-anns a cute name ....... but itd be cuter ..... if it was MARIE ANN-D ME ;) and it makes marie-ann laugh every time no matter how many times they use it bc its so silly

i think yvonne really really wishes she could save marie-ann from whats going on with her . and it really breaks her heart that they cant free them from the possessions and things like that it keeps them up at night . but even so she tries her best to comfort them and help them feel cozy so that its at least a little easier on them (:

they play video games together (: its basically the first time marie-anns Ever pkayed video games ao yvonne has to kind of teach them but they enjoy it as a way to spend time together (: its very funny bc i think jedidiah and yvonne play video games together sometimes ALSO bc i like rheir friendship and sometimes theyre both hanging out with yvonne at once . so u go from yvonne and marie-ann casually competing againsg each other and at the end yvonnes like YESSS I WON BUT GOOD GAME (:(:: maybe try using a diff move next time? you tend to kinda spam it, some versatility might be helpful (: and then IMMEDIATELY transition into playing jedidiah . which is DEEPLY COMPETITIVE bc they both seem the type to get VERY ZEROED INTO THE GAME and be VERY COMPETITIVE

yvonne has a mullet in my little imagining and i think marie-ann likes to give it lil fluffs at the back . they just come up behind yvonne and go FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!!!! with their hand and then give yvonne a little kiss on the cheek (: i hc marie-ann as having short fluffy hair that yvonne gives BIG RUFFLES ON THE HEAD in return >:)

to demonstrate how muxh i lov them . usually when i do these hc posts i START it and then save it to deafts and finish later . this was ALL IN ONE GO

#i lov them .....#they make me ache #marie ann calico #yvonne marley #maryvonne #camp here and there #rougecanons

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 years

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Please I'm begging you give us a summary of jjk from what you've learnt from Tumblr and the first episode

JJK according to someone who's only seen the first episode and tumbr content

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Ok so I should probably start off with plot, so it's set in this world where there are a bunch of demons, who are all bad guys. They keep murdering people and planning World domination so they need to be stopped ASAP. Luckily the humans have a way of fighting back (yay)! All they have to do is eat a demons finger then they get their powers. Seems easy right?

So the main story follows a group of these finger eaters as they attempt to fight off the demons. There's also a school involved somewhere.

The characters

Ok let's start off with the main character, blindfold man aka Geto Satosugo.

Everyone's fav, has his eyes covered because they're too pretty. But it doesn't work since everyone simps after him anyway. Pretty sure his demon his called Saltuna (everyone simps over him too). Has an ex who is now evil but it's all good because he's moved on with a blonde guy. Also has adopted at least one child if not more.

Then we have the old man character, this guy

Rip he died at some point which is why no one talks about him anymore. He ate a finger in the first episode but then Geto killed him???

We also have this guy

He likes dogs and was adopted by Geto, he's basically the Kiba of jjk. I know nothing else about him.

There's also a brown haired girl

She's good female representation, I don't know why, I just know that she is. She fights using nails, there may or may not be a hammer involved. She also has like a little straw doll that she carries around as a good luck charm. And she's dating glasses girl.

Which is this girl

She's a lesbian and a badass and that's all I need to know about her. She also cuts her hair into a bob style at some point and uses a gun.

Next up we have panda guy

He can't talk, if he talks then he transforms into a panda. I'm not sure how that helps him fight demons but I guess it does??? He also likes sushi and has a boyfriend who is evil.

This is his evil boyfriend

This guy looks like a baby but he's actually evil, he's on the demons side and is a traitor. He's dating panda guy but they'll probably have to break up at some point when his secret gets out. Also he murdered his girlfriend once???

We also have this very big man

His name is Tojo and he was friends with old main character guy before he died. Everyone also simps over him.

Then there's Geto's new boyfriend which is this tired office man.

He is just a normal guy who is trying to live peacefully with his boyfriend and adopted dog son but keeps getting interrupted by demons. He's sick of this shit, he just wants a quiet domestic life.

Then lastly we have the big bad guy, this guy.

He used to date Geto but dumped him because of his evil ambitions. He probably wants either world domination or smaller ears. Everyone also simps over him. Pretty sure his name is Zenin, but I'm less sure on this one.

There's also some other background characters like

Woman with a scar- Pretty sure she's like a queen or a priestess or something important. She gives everyone their orders.

Witch girl- I actually thought she was someone's oc but apparently not?

Blue Sakura- She's useless

Boy who just wanted to watch a movie- Everyone's baby, pretty sure he dies though since people always seem sad about him.

Someone called Choso- He exists

I also know there was a movie released semi recently which was very good, everyone loved it. Stay winning jjk fandom.

(Big thanks to @swimming-with-taiyaki-kun for sending me the pictures of the characters)

#jjk manga #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #i like violence so I'll tag this appropriately and watch the fandom come after me

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i just need more director sanvers. if you're still taking requests, the triad meeting through a book club?

Sure thing! For the last of the requests I received, here we go! (And as a heads up, I went full AU meet cute here with grad student Maggie, bookstore employee Lucy, and newly out Alex, so think mid-20s or so for ages)

Really, Maggie should have known better than to think that a lesbian bookclub would be any better than a straight one. Sure, this one is slightly better in that she's fairly certain most people have read the book. Or at least they've watched Carol and are pretending it's the same thing as having read The Price of Salt. But it's still just a group of women sitting around and not talking about the fucking book. At least not in any of the ways Maggie cares about.

Maggie wants to talk about the narrative arc, the way temporality gets torqued around Therese, what it means that this queer, queer book's road chase scene inspired Nabokov, how the weight of certain scenes changed from the book to the film (and why didn't Carol get to have a loaded gun in the film, huh?).

Everyone else wants to talk about feelings. Not even the characters's; no, their own.

Maggie tunes back in to hear some other 20-something bitching about Highsmith because the plot "feels unrealistic." Apparently it's not "good writing" to have a character fall in love so quickly because she has never personally felt anything like infatuation at a checkout counter.

Doodling in the corner of her notebook, Maggie finds herself sketching out big block letters: I HATE THIS. Again and again and again.

After a few minutes, she hears a snort of laughter from beside her and looks over to find a rather attractive woman about her age glancing down at her notebook. After an initial surge of annoyance, Maggie scrawls out a brief: "Sorry."

The woman shrugs. Maggie thinks that's the end of it. At least until she hears a quiet shuffling beside her, then finds the woman snatching a pen right out of the hand of the blonde sitting next to her. The blonde looks more than a little affronted.

The woman spins Maggie's notebook toward herself, and Maggie would be royally pissed if she wasn't so intrigued. (As it stands, she's just a regular amount of annoyed.)

"Don't be." The handwriting is a sloppy scrawl, and Maggie's deeply glad to have done enough archival work that she can read anyone's writing at this point. "I didn't really think this would be an hour of hearing people debate whether you can fall in love at a department store."

Maggie snorts loudly enough to draw the attention of everyone around her, and it's a testament to the years she's spent honing her passive listening skills during seminars full of theory bros enjoying an intellectual circle jerk that she's able to pipe up like she'd been intending to contribute to the conversation all along. She gives a vague nod of acknowledgment to the ongoing conversation, then tries to segue from the time element of the infatuation question that is, apparently, so open to debate, to the discussion questions she'd written out before coming about queer temporality. (Other than a conciliatory little, "Interesting!" from one of the attendees, no one engages, and Maggie goes back to doodling.)

A minute later, a freckled left hand drops down in the middle of her notebook again, and a barely legible, "Your point sounded cool," appears down the margins of her page.

"Shame no one else thought so," Maggie writes. She can't quite shake the feeling that she's back in grade school passing notes during the good years before all anyone wanted to talk about was boys.

"Alex," the blonde woman hisses, "give me back my pen!"

"I'm using it," Alex grumbles, clutching more tightly to it, only to have her fingers pried back one at a time in what looks like a familiar ritual, if the way Alex immediately throws her other hand around the top of the pen is any indication.

"Ladies." The tone is sharp, and both Alex and the blonde woman sit back in their seats, looking slightly and thoroughly chastised, respectively.

Maggie drops her own pen in front of Alex a moment later, and Alex shoots her a grin.

"Sorry. Kara didn't bring enough to share with the class," Alex writes.

Maggie snorts and steals the pen back. "Your gf?"

"Ew," Alex says aloud, earning another set of glares from the room that she resolutely ignores. She does shift back to the written word, though, taking the pen from Maggie's outstretched hand and scrawling, "Sister."

They go back and forth for a while, writing notes about the novel and the other book club members until a bookstore employee appears behind them, laying a hand on both of their shoulders and leaning in close. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you both to leave the book club table."

Maggie can feel her cheeks warm, and Alex swallows heavily.

It's only once they've been led out to the cafe area that the woman--Lucy, according to her name tag--lets out a loud laugh that transforms into a full on cackle. "Sorry," she wheezes between snorts of laughter, shaking her head and looking not at all apologetic. "I've just never seen anyone get kicked out of book club before."

"Yeah, well," Maggie shrugs. "Guess you can't pass notes during book club. Not like we were even talking about the book..."

"Yeah, and if we weren't gonna talk about the book, pop culture led me to believe there would be a lot more wine," Alex chimes in.

Lucy grins. "Hate to break it to you both, but there's a lot of feelings talk and no wine here. Unless you smuggle it in yourself. But I wouldn't encourage it. I think it's probably a two strikes kinda book club. One if you're bad enough," she adds with a wink.

"Oh?" Maggie lifts an eyebrow.

"Turns out it's in really bad form to hit on the organizer's girlfriend."

Alex lets out a bark of shocked laughter.

Lucy holds two hands in the air. "It's not like she was wearing a nametag that said, 'Callie's girlfriend; do not engage.'"

"Some real L Word level shit here," Maggie says.

"We might have some aspiring Jennies in there, too. Who knows? There may just be a sequel to Thus Spoke Sarah Schuster being typed out right in my cafe." Alex glances between them as they laugh, and Lucy raises her eyebrows at Alex. "Never seen it?"

Alex shakes her head. "Kind of, um, new to all this."

"Oh. Well, welcome," Maggie says. "We have Subarus and good coffee and shitty book clubs."

"And some truly terrible television," Lucy adds.

"Yeah, that. It's better to get all your gay friends together to watch with drinks or something. Makes it a little less sad."

Lucy nods sagely.

"I guess I probably just ruined my chances of turning any of them into my new gay Central Perk gang, huh?" Alex asks, gesturing in the vague direction of the book club table.

"Probably," Maggie sighs.

"But hey," Lucy says, "you've got two queer women standing right next to you. Play your cards right, and maybe I'll give you my number when my shift ends in"--she glances up at the clock--"half an hour."

Alex's cheeks pink, and Maggie wonders if she's just managed to become a third wheel to a very attractive relationship in the making.

But then Lucy nudges Maggie. "Offer goes for you, too, you know? Just because you've already seen it doesn't mean you can't help me indoctrinate a new baby gay, am I right?"

Maggie manages a small smile. "Only if I wouldn't be intruding."

"No!" Alex's voice cracks on the word, and she bites her lower lip and wrinkles her nose at the sound. "No, I mean, it'd be fun to have you there, too."

Lucy nods and turns on her heels, pausing only briefly to toss over her shoulder. "You know, I always said that the show coulda solved a lot of its problems by letting Shane be poly. Food for thought..."

#ask me anything #director sanvers #book club au #fanfic #supergirl #alex x maggie x lucy #meet cute #well this got longer than intended. oops.#is this based on personal experience?? you betcha!

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glitteryhellhole · 3 years

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alright lets do this

here we go

Title: The Tent Fandom: Z nation Pairing: 10K x female reader Word count: approx 3k Rating: 18 Description: fluffy smut with awkward cinnamon roll 10K

A gas station. A real life, untouched gas station. Apart from the bloody handprints smeared on the concrete walls.

It didn't take long to sweep and secure the area, then fill up the truck and the reserve cannisters. Afterwards Warren gestured with her gun to the convenience store. “Look for anything useful.”

The place had been untouched since day one. Mummified hot dogs still sitting on a rack. The register hanging open- perhaps in the beginning some people had looted cash, but it didn't take long to realise money didn't mean anything anymore.

You shoved bottles of water and packets of candy into your rucksack before following Addy's gaze to the toiletries shelf. Pads and tampons, little travel-sized bodywashes, an actual toothbrush.

“It's a whole new kind of mercy,” she whistled.

You picked up the first aid kit and the two crushed boxes of painkillers, turning to ask Doc if they'd be any good- and found him and Murphy kneeling on the counter, pulling away the plastic panel which guarded the cigarettes.

Priorities, huh.

Loaded up, you looked around you. Warren was on watch so 10K had let his guard down for once and was poking at the faded magazines. You saw his pink lips move as he mouthed the titles to himself. Something familiar caught his eye, probably the one with guns all over, and he reached up- and the whole top shelf came tumbling down. Suddenly 10K was surrounded by glossy double-page spreads of unnaturally bronzed and perky breasts and butts.

He froze like an animal in a trap.

“Found what you're looking for?” Doc's voice was loud and his arms were cradling an impressive quantity of alcohol. “There's a lot of generic lesbians, over forties, asian fetish, but for a beginner I'd recommend-”

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a crash as 10K backed rapidly out of the shop, cheeks ablaze, taking down a stand of air fresheners and sending sunglasses skittering across the floor in every direction.

The rest of you laughed, for the first time in a while. Back in the truck and passing round bags of only-slightly-stale chips, you all agreed that the gas station was your best find in quite some time.

Except perhaps for the tent.

A little way back, a stranded family had been incredibly grateful for a tow out of the ditch, and had gifted you their spare tent. No ordinary camping gear, this thing was foil-lined and had a built in waterproof, cushioned underlayer. On an especially hot night you'd probably want it to yourself but the rest of the time it comfortably housed two people, keeping in the heat. You'd been taking turns each night, with priority to the injured, meaning that every morning there was at least one person who was fully rested and recharged. Ideal when every day was a battle for survival.

Of course, there was one other advantage to the tent. Privacy. Human needs didn't really get talked about in this un-human world, and whatever got overheard in the night would also go unspoken.

It was nearing dusk and you were pulling over to make camp. “Who's turn in the tent?” Murphy called out as he threw himself down on the ground. “Dibs.”

Warren, who was unloading a heavy bag, gave him a kick in the side. “Get up and help. I don't think 10K's had a turn yet.”

“Neither's she.” He nodded at you.

“Settled then.”

Murphy sniggered.

Since there was plenty of water, there was a rare chance to wash up a bit. Ladies first while the men stood watch with their backs turned, and then vice versa. Nowhere near to having a hot shower in privacy, but it was something. You noticed that 10K didn't bother putting his shirt back on afterwards as he squatted by the fire cleaning his weapons, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

How could somebody so skinny be so strong? Must be the result of life outdoors.

He raised an eyebrow and you realised you were staring. Oops.

“Here.” Somebody passed you a can of cheap beer that had come from the store along with the snacks and cigarettes. It was almost like being at a camp-out. The beer was gross but it gave you a nice warm feeling in your chest, and the idea of lying down somewhere soft started to seem quite appealing, so you said your goodnights and retreated into the tent.

You weren't sure how long it was until you were joined, perhaps you'd started to drift off- the sound of the zip jolted you back to your senses as 10K flopped unceremoniously into the tent, stretching out next to you. “Beer makes shoelaces hard.” He complained.

You giggled and sat up to help. “When was the last time you slept without shoes on?”

“Probably before my voice broke.” He scratched his head while watching you remove his boots and then said, “I'm not good at talking, especially to girls, but you don't scare me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I think?” You laid back down, closing your eyes and pulling your blanket over you. There was silence for a minute but it was oddly comfortable, the security of a warm person breathing next to you.

“What was your first word?” You asked into the silence. “I bet it was gun.”

“Actually it was primrose.”

“Huh?”

“My momma's favourite flower.” He rolled over onto his stomach, closing the gap between you, and rested his cheek on his folded arms. “I was six. Doctor said I wasn't learning but I was paying attention to everything. She used to take me to the library in town to look at all sorts of books, that where we learned to sign.”

You couldn't help but ask. “When did she...?”

“When I was nine. Pops wanted me to try and be a normal kid but once she'd gone he didn't want anything to do with the rest of the world and stopped sending me to school.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's ok.” He wriggled a little to get more comfortable. “Can you talk for a bit now?”

So you talked about your own parents, and your hometown, and it surely wasn't very interesting but 10K watched you intently as he sobered up, studying your face, and you hoped you weren't blushing. After a while you came to a natural conclusion in your story and realised that his fingers were twitching, as though he were nervous.

What's up?” you asked softly.

He blinked slowly. “Ain't always easy to tell when you're supposed to say stuff and when you're not.”

Unsure what to expect, you gave him an encouraging nod.

“Can I... touch your hair?”

Your heart started to beat a little fast and you nodded again. 10K's fingers reached out timidly to feel you hair, twisting strands and brushing them away from your face.

You hadn't felt human touch in so long, and you couldn't help but rest your head on his arm as he stroked. The pair of you seemed to breathe in unison. It was almost peaceful.

Almost. Apart from the little sparks of electricity that seemed to fizzle into life where your skin touched his.

Could he feel it too? It didn't seem so. There he was growing more and more serene, while you were warming up in a way that had nothing to do with the insulated tent.

“Um...” You fidgeted awkwardly, trying to choose the right words. “10K? You know why they were giggling right?”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were closed. “People do stuff in the tent. Its pretty obviously I've never... y'know.”

“Does it bother you?”

“A bit, but its not like I can go meet a girl and ask her Pops if I can take her to the barn dance.”

You couldn't help but laugh a little. “I mean the teasing.”

“Oh.” He blushed slightly as he opened his eyes to look at you. “I get why, you're near my age and you're pretty. Any guy would be lucky to date you.”

Oh indeed. Maybe he did feel it then.

“You could...” You bit your lip and steeled yourself. “You could pretend that you were.”

He sat bolt upright, making you jump, and a wide grin spread across his face. “I could ask you on a picnic, at my favourite place in the woods.” His words were tumbling out fast from nervous excitement. “Make nice bread, Mom's special recipe with the dried fruit. And we could talk like we did earlier and I could pick you flowers and then I could kiss you.”

His lips were clumsy as they first met yours, but eager, and didn't take long to find a groove. You sighed and leaned in, one hand reaching up into his hair, and-

A single gunshot cracked through the air.

In an instant 10K was lurching for the tent entrance where his gun was propped. You reached for your shoes, panic rising in your chest.

“False alarm.” Doc's voice came from outside. “Nothing to worry about. Hey, you okay in there kid? Need me to give ya a quick pep talk on anything?”

“I'm good.” He zipped the flap back up then turned back to you. “Actually do you think maybe I should? I don't really know what to do.”

You couldn't help but laugh again. He was way too innocent for someone so good-looking.

You put and hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “Just do what feels natural.”

“Okay.” He gave you another wide grin, showing those adorably crooked teeth, and then practically launched himself at you, so you landed on your back and he was on top of you, lips moulding to the shape of yours. You gasped for air and 10K made an apologetic sound without pausing the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow so that you could breathe.

His hand rested on your stomach, fingers still for a moment before balling up your shirt and gently navigating the exposed skin. Tentative. Like soothing a spooked animal.

You reached your hand up to touch his shoulders, feeling hard muscle under surprisingly soft skin. Tracing his collarbones and around the back of his neck. He shivered and broke the kiss, and you saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

“Maybe I could take your shirt off too.” He mumbled. In answer you sat up and held your arms above your head. 10K pulled your shirt over your head- sending the little lamp tied to the tent roof swinging- then looked confused as his thumb hooked into the shoulder strap of your sports bra. You kind of wished you'd been wearing something nicer for this occasion, but you'd dressed for practicality before hitting the road.

“Here. Let me.” You wriggled out of the bra, trying not to elbow him in the process.

“Wowee.” 10K let out a whistle. “You look even better without clothes on. Why would anyone want to look at random pictures?”

It seemed like he could have sat there and stared forever, but you didn't have forever, and so you pulled him in to kiss again. He trailed his lips across your face and on to your neck, one arm supporting you from behind and the other hand landing on your chest, squeezing experimentally.

“Not so hard,” you gasped.

“Sorry. They're squishier than I expected.” He let out a humming noise into the crook of your neck as his fingers found a hard nipple and brushed back and forth.

You dipped your head down too, lightly touching your teeth to his throat. A low growl escaped and he pushed you back down, pressing his body close to yours, and you could feel his eager hardness against your hip.

10K tried the same move, nipping at the skin under your ear. His breathing was very shallow and rapid as he licked and sucked experimentally, moving down over your breasts.

“You taste good. But not in a zombie way.”

Your hands rested on his hips, fingers splaying out to softly squeeze his ass and then dipping below the loose waistband.

“Oh, wait.” He rolled off you to shed a pile of concealed knives and the little sharp discs that he used in the sling shot.

“What else are you hiding down there?” You smirked. For a moment he turned beetroot red and covered his crotch with his hands, but then met your smile with one of his own.

“Just means I like you and I like this.” He shrugged. “Do you-”

“Mmhmm.” You reached out to ease his trouser buttons undone, fumbling slightly, but you weren't nervous. It just felt right with him. “I like you. And I like this.”

He groaned softly as the restriction on his hardness eased and grabbed you for another kiss, this time hungry and slightly sloppy. 10K's fingers found the fastening of your own jeans and made quick work, tugging them down to your knees. Then he paused for a moment, putting a finger to your lips.

There was no noise from outside.

“We're good.” With a bit of awkward shuffling, you both shed your trousers and then looked at each other.

“We probably shouldn't go all the way,” you said almost reluctantly. “No protection and all that. But there's still stuff-”

“Anything.” 10K blurted out without a second's pause. “Everything. I'll do whatever you want. But not what you don't want.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he stared at you earnestly.

You felt a shiver travel down your spine. Nobody had ever looked at you quite like that before. Not just lust but something deeper, as though he was seeing through your skin and right inside you.

“Come here,” he whispered huskily, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You sighed into the kiss and slowly moved your hips, letting your centre rub against his as you straddled him, tangling fingers in his messy hair.

10K moaned something that sounded like “shucks” and you couldn't help but snort. What would it take to make him swear? You dug your nails in a little, catching his lip between your teeth.

“Want to touch you.” He moaned, gripping your hips. “Want you to touch me.”

You trailed your hand from his cheek all the way down to cup the pronounced bulge in his boxers and his eyes rolled back in his skull, but then he visibly shook himself and swatted your hand away. “Ladies first.” The hand slid a little clumsily down into your knickers.

You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against 10K's, feeling how hot his skin was. His curious fingertips traced your labia and in between.

“It's wet.” He sounded surpised, and brought a thumb to his mouth to taste.

“That's a good thing.” You felt a little self-conscious as you explained, watching him suck his thumb. “It means I'm, you know, turned on.”

“Show me how to make it feel good,” he murmured, lifting you off his lap and laying you back down before tugging your knickers all the way down and spreading your legs.

You took his hand in yours and guided him, showing him your clit. His marksman fingertips quickly picked it up and he kissed you again as he touched you. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah you're- oh, yeah thats good.” Your voice was high-pitched and breathy. 10K made a satisfied “hmph” and nuzzled into your neck. He smelled of safety. Less dirt and blood than usual, traces of soap, whatever he was using for hair gel, engine oil. Sweat but not in the just-been-running-and-fighting way, in the musky hormonal way.

The feeling swelling inside you was something you hadn't experienced, hadn't even thought about, in a long time. But here and now it was growing, consuming, and you couldn't imagine anything other than his touch, his hot breath on your cheek.

“Hey.” 10K's voice was husky again. “You need something else?”

You became aware that your hips were twitching. “A bit faster maybe?”

A moan escaped your lips as he obliged, and 10K grinned. “That's hot.” Then he cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows. “I assume girls can- y'know-”

“It looks a bit different but yes.” You were gasping now as you spoke, chest rising and falling.

“Do it for me.” He murmured, watching you as though hypnotised and biting his lip. His words and his gaze loosened the coiled spring that was weighing down your abdomen and the endorphins came rushing as you climaxed.

“Shh.” He pressed his mouth to yours and swallowed your moan, pressing his fingers harder as you moved beneath him until it became almost too much. “Do you want them to hear us?”

You shook your head, trying to control your breathing.

“Maybe you do.” He raised an eyebrow again as his fingers finally slowed to a halt. “I kinda do. So they all know what I just did to you.”

“Do you want your turn or not?”

That shut him up. He glanced down and you followed his gaze. He was still very much erect, and there was now a distinct wet patch where he'd leaked a little in excitement.

You pushed 10K onto his back and settled yourself next to him. “Let me know if something's not ok,” you told him. “I won't do anything you don't want.”

He nodded and closed his eyes. He flinched a little as you pulled his boxers down but then his face relaxed and his lips parted as you touched him.

“Have you done this to yourself?” You asked. “So you know what you like.”

He nodded, looking somewhat bashful. “A few times. But this is different. Better.”

It was your turn to grin as your fingers circled his erection and found a rhythm. 10K's head tilted back and the smallest of high-pitched noises escaped his open mouth. You lowered your lips to his exposed neck and sucked gently at the skin. There was a red mark when you pulled away.

“Mmmph.” He rasped through gritted teeth. “Again.”

“It'll leave a bruise.”

“Don't care.”

You began to create a trail of little hickeys down his throat and across his collarbones as you continued to stroke, and his tiny whimpers grew more frequent. You knew it wouldn't be long.

10K was holding onto you tightly, nails digging in, droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. “I think I'm gonna- ahh....” He seemed to lose the ability to speak as you attacked his neck again, eyes rolling back. A few moments later, his hips bucked and you could feel hot sticky warmth coat your fingers.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

So he did swear after all.

You kissed him again, and then looked down. “Um, got anything to clean up with?”

Still breathing heavily, 10K sat up and reached for his trousers, pulling a bandana out of one of the many pockets. “It's my least favourite. I'll burn it.”

Like the gentleman he'd been raised to be, he wiped your hand off first before tending to himself, then tossed the soiled cloth out of the way and pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest. You'd heard the term 'afterglow' but never really thought that it was a thing; it apparently was. The chemicals your brain was releasing and the protective hold of his arms made you want to laugh, and cry, and drift off to sleep, and run a mile, all at once.

Just for a moment, there was no apocalypse. There was only you and him and the little lamp above your heads.

It was 10K who broke the spell. “I need to pee.” he said apologetically. “Like, real bad.”

You laughed at the face he was pulling and threw his trousers at him. 10K slithered with some difficulty into them, kicking the side of the tent, and then stumbled outside.

You realised how cold it was now and reached for your own clothes. As footsteps indicated 10K's return, you could have sworn you heard the sound of a high-five.

“What was that?” You demanded as he re-entered the tent.

“Never mind.” He grabbed the blanket and laid it over you.”I want to do that again. But we should probably get some sleep.”

“The whole point of the tent is to get proper rest right?” You scooted closer as he laid down, offering the blanket, but he refused, tucking it round you and then wrapping his arms round too so you were tightly cocooned against his side.

“Yeah. Sure.”

>>>>>Thanks for reading! This is the first fanfic i’ve done in literally years. Open to feedback and even perhaps requests :) PS i am v english so I apologise to any Americans insulted by my attempts at your words

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