#There has to be a reason everyone is wearing that THICK ASS CLOTHING IN A VOLCANIC REGION

[netherdevil]

cosplaying glen sounds so fun(ny) bru but iam not making a fucking SHARPIE BATH

#NOT TO MENTION HIS CLOTHES LMFAO #Oh when i get the money i am so making stia inspired outfits BUT GOOD GOD THEY ARE JUST. SO INTRICATE #not to mention im not so brave that I'd wear reflective and or holographic clothing #the silver for stia vanguard's clothing and armor is like. Just reflective or mirror like but i like coloring it as holographic #For funsies #In my lil comic i made of glen giving me the vanguard's uniform he mentioned that they were reflective to reflect heat #Now. That is obviously made up by me and could be scientifically false but i would love to somehow add that into the design too AJCHSJ #There has to be a reason everyone is wearing that THICK ASS CLOTHING IN A VOLCANIC REGION #I mean maybe it gets a little cold with the cooling units in the camp #that is not enough logic for my brain. THAT CANT BE THE ONLY REASON YOU SEE THEM OUTSIDE CAMP ALL THE TIME!!! #another thing glen wore is that rappy outfit (???) which is funny but i think id die of heatstroke if i wore that #and another is the recent new years piece they released with him and kanui wearing those cool outfits that came out #that honestly?? seems like it'd be really easy to make. (lying through my teeth) #NOT MAKE BUT THE DESIGN IS SIMPLE OKAY #i know with cloth like that you can't get uber specific with what you want or need but i would do my best #I'm passionate about making stuff i just like designing even if it's bad😼:3 #i am not good with clothes or style KÀKAKAKAKAKA but i try

[ohmygraves]

the first time you and ghost became roommates, he didn't have a lot of things.

he had his essentials, packed in a duffel bag and like, two moving boxes and that's it. he didn't even have his own furniture or pots and pans, so the two of you didn't cook for the first few weeks living together. he seems perfectly content with just living with the furniture that came with the apartment, an old beat up sofa and dirty stained dining table, together with a few chairs and old mattresses in each bedroom. you made it a goal to get rid of the smelly bed as soon as possible, working your arse off to afford new beds for the sake of your back.

ghost, or well, simon, don't feel the need to own too many things. he thinks it's a nuisance, since well it'll be tiring to pack so many things when he needs to move again for some reason or another. even when he stayed in the barracks, his room was always the most bare out of everyone.

you were the opposite, of course. you liked having lots of personal items and memorabilia, or just trinkets that you like in general. your shared flat is full of your items, posters hung up on the wall, framed pictures, potted plants, consoles and books, whatever you have. it felt like the place was only occupied by you, and with how often simon was away on deployments and missions, it might as well be.

you both split duties when he's around. you cook, he does dishes. you take out the trash, he cleans the bathroom. you tidy things up and he'd mop/vacuum it. he insisted that you cook since he's not much of a cook himself (which, explains why he doesn't have a single kitchen utensils in his stuff) and that you're better at cooking than him. he'd gladly deal with all the dirty jobs for you, wouldn't be the worst thing he did anyway.

you and simon get groceries separately (his "groceries" consisting of some type of booze and maybe toiletries, perhaps some snacks if he's feeling fancy), but very rarely you go together with him to tesco or something. you always have to remind him to note whatever things needed to be replaced at your shared flat, so that you don't have to go multiple times just to get a bottle of dish soap or toilet paper.

you two bicker like an old married couple sometimes, because he's a smart ass and would tease you, and you'd get mad at him for eating your things or using your soap/shampoo.

sometimes you wondered if rooming with simon was a bad idea, but he had always made sure to keep your job easy for you except for a few minor inconveniences he did on purpose just so you'd scold him. he helped move furniture and do the heavy jobs for you, and not to mention he leaves you alone, never nosy or get too friendly with you. although at the same time, he expected you to do the same for him.

if he tells you when he's coming back after missions, you'd get him a treat when he gets home, some beer already chilling in the refrigerator and his favorite snacks on the counter, together with his favorite takeout dinner (of course, you'd ask for the money back. you're not made of money if you're rooming with someone). some snarky note like "shower first before you sleep, stinky" or "it's 30 pounds for everything, you're welcome".

simon didn't think much of it, but he definitely took you for granted. you're a nice roommate, you two get along, and you're a great cook. you made sure to feed him whenever possible (because you're convinced he'd actually forget to eat when he's alone, considering his groceries as mentioned before), and not to mention you made his masks and balaclava smell nice and clean when you do laundry.

you'd patiently help him sew, teach him how to mend his clothes when he has the time (which is still a funny sight seeing how small the needles looked between his thick massive fingers). he always gets frustrated, telling you that you did a much better job than his lousy stitches that wouldn't even hold up after one wear. you'd sew all tears and holes on his masks and clothes, patch the holes up when you could.

in return, he'd bring some of your favorite snacks home. he always said something along the lines that it was on sale, or that it's buy one get one free, but you noted that he always brought home your favorite things after you mended his clothes, or helped him in some way. you didn't mind, you liked the snacks and it's nice that he shows his gratitude in this way.

you try to ignore the thumping of your heart every time he hands you things while saying "reckon you'd like this."

#he's so simple #its so cute #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty headcanon #simon ghost riley #cod headcanon #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost x reader #roommate au

[cevansbrat0007]

Jiggly

Summary: You find yourself feeling a little self-conscious after it becomes clear you've gained a little weight.

Warnings: Insecure Reader, Ari Being A Menace, Discussions of Body Image, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Smut (Heavily Implied), Oral Sex (Fem Rec Implied), Light Spanking, Cursing, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Talk of Potentially Abusive Exes, Brief Discussion of Murder, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner and @dc41896. This story will more than likely take place in my upcoming Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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“Lemme see.” 

“Seriously, Ari?” You mumble, throwing your arms over your face. “Ari–no!” Your man’s eagerness has you almost immediately second guessing yourself as you hastily go back to protecting your middle. 

“Why not?” Your man purrs, nuzzling the fabric of your threadbare flannel shirt with the tip of his nose. It was your favorite thing to wear when you felt like this. Not because it was exceptionally cute, but because it was comfortable.

Nevermind the fact that it had once belonged to Ari. And that you usually only wore it when he was away on a job and you were missing him.   

“I just wanna see what all this fuss is about, Bird.”

“I already told you.” The words are spoken in a huff. After a brief debate, you decide to take advantage of the element of surprise and flip your positions so that you’re straddling him. “I’m feeling a little jiggly.”  

“Right, you’re…jiggly.” A small snort slips from his mouth before he can compose himself. “I heard what you said the first three times you said it. Didn’t make a lick of sense then and it doesn’t make any now.” 

Annoying bastard. Not everyone could walk around all day sporting washboard abs. Especially not a girl like you whose passion for baking was almost as big as her passion for books.

“Oh, shut up.” You grunt, rolling your eyes as you go to pin his hands above his head. 

“I’m just pointing out that my ears are working fine.” He picks that moment to buck his hips, almost knocking you off your perch. Somehow you manage to steady yourself, but it’s absolutely easier said than done.

“Hold still, Levinson!”

“Looks to me like you’re the one doing all the moving.” Ari’s hearty chuckle has you redoubling your efforts to hold him hostage. “Although, I can’t say I’m complaining.” He purrs, his lidded gaze straying to your now-heaving chest. “But I really think our next move should be gettin’ you outta that shirt.”

Fat chance of that one, pal. The last thing you wanted was to be naked in front of him right now. Sunlight wasn't known for being slimming.

“Nope.” 

“I vote yes.” Ari twists his big body, jerking against your hold. “And while you’re at it you can lose the shorts too, along with the panties.” 

“But I’m not wearing any.” The words tumble out faster than you can stop them. It’s enough to have you mentally slapping yourself in the face.

“Even better.” The feral gleam in his eyes sends sparks shooting straight to your core. “I’m a simple man, baby. And giving me easy access to that sweet pussy is the quickest way to my heart.” 

You roll your eyes so hard it’s a surprise that you don’t lose them. As it was, your flimsy shorts were already riding up your ass in a way that was kind of uncomfortable. Mostly because your man wouldn’t stay still.

“Bird, what have I told you about rolling your eyes at me?” The soft, silky timbre of his voice has alarm bells sounding in your head.

“Um…” Now, that one has you at a loss. And not because you didn’t know the answer to his question.

In the past, Ari had explicitly warned you not to do it. Not unless you wanted him to give you a few reasons to keep ‘em rolling. Specifically in the form of his thick, hard cock. Because while your man was usually more than willing to put up with quite a bit of sass from you...

There was just something about rolling your eyes that pissed him off. In fact, the last time you’d done it you’d found yourself bent over the couch with a sore ass and him balls deep inside you.

Granted you’d also been in the middle of a fight, but that was neither here nor there. 

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” 

“Bite me.” You snap, your mouth once again moving faster than your brain. Fuck, you needed to get a handle on that.  

Ari has you on your back in a flash. He looms over you, careful not to give you his full weight. It went without saying that you were well on your way to getting yourself in trouble with your man.

Him and stupid rules about maintaining proper eye eye contact and refusing to tolerate your brand of self-deprecating talk. He always maintained that if he ever found himself wanting one of those rail-thin Hollywood types over you, he’d go see about getting his head checked out. 

To him you were gorgeous. Not because of or in spite of your curves. But because you were you. 

“Where’s all this sass coming from?” Ari asks, shaking his head as his nimble fingers begin the work of unfastening your flannel. “It can’t all be because you’re feeling squishy.”

“Jiggly.” You correct him gently, your heart speeding up as he slowly unfastens one button, and then another. 

“My mistake, Duchess.” And there was his other nickname for you; the one you’d earned yourself during your very first meeting. “I just don’t like seeing my girl upset – especially not when she’s been walking around my place all day looking good enough to eat.”

Soon you’re down another button, but you hardly notice this time. You’re too busy getting lost in his sparkling blue eyes.

Only a few more to go. Frankly, the only reason Ari hadn’t ripped the damn thing was because he knew just attached you were to it. And he didn’t want to risk upsetting you further.    

“I’m sorry.” You try, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. While your boyfriend doesn’t say anything, the apology does manage to earn you a kiss. Even though it’s nothing more than a faint brush of his mouth over yours. 

“Swear to God, baby.” Ari hums as he resumes the delicate task of divesting you of your clothes. ���If I ever meet the man responsible for planting all those ugly thoughts in the beautiful mind of yours…” Once all the buttons are finally undone, he parts the edges of the worn fabric, exposing your bare breasts.

“Ari…”

“I’ll fucking kill him.” His dark gaze locks with yours, making it clear that he’s not joking.   

“Beast…” A shiver courses through you, the cool air making your nipples pebble. “This has nothing to do with him. My clothes have been feeling a little snug lately, but then I stepped on the scale this morning and it confirmed everything. I’ve probably just been eating too much.”

“Bullshit. I’ve seen how much you eat.” The tick in his bearded jaw has you glad your ex no longer lived in the same county as you. “Some days it’s still nowhere near enough. Might as well be a bunch of birdseed. And since when do I even own a fucking scale?” 

Since you’d relocated it from your house to his. But your man doesn’t even give you time to respond. He’s already decided on its new home.

“It’s going in the trash, Bird.” Ari growls, his tone dripping with authority. 

“But I need –”

“What you need to do is not worry about counting every single calorie in every tiny bite of food you put in your mouth all the damn time.” His big hands go to frame your face as he forces himself to take a calming breath. “Because I remember what it was like back then, when you were too nervous to even eat in front of me.” 

Shit. You did too. You’d been so worried that he’d make some remark about how much food you were putting in your mouth or on your plate that you’d done your damndest to avoid eating in front of him altogether.  

“And I will not let us go back to that place, baby. I just won’t.” Ari’s head dips once more – this time his tongue sweeping past your lips to tenderly dance with your own as he pours every ounce of love he can into the kiss. He groans when he finally feels you relax beneath him, almost as if he’s savoring your submission. “You have my fucking word.” He murmurs once he finally lets you up for air.   

“I think that maybe I just need to eat more salads.” You tell him as your toes begin to curl. At the same time, a delicious warmth pools in your belly as your man begin’s trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down your body. Your fingers sink into his chestnut tresses, lightly ruffling the strands.   

“Eat whatever the fuck you want.” Comes his swift rebuttal, his sharp teeth grazing over your pouting nipple.

“Bu–but…then my clothes might not fit.” A hiss of breath escapes as his kisses continue to move further south. “Like, at all.”

“Then we’ll just have to buy you some more goddamned clothes then, won’t we?” Ari snarls before pausing his hedonistic assault to glare up at you. When you don’t respond immediately, one of his hands finds your chin – gripping it with just enough force to let you know he means business. 

Your man was also the type who liked to hear an answer when he asked a question. And that wasn’t something that only applied to you. It was true for everyone. He didn’t talk just to hear himself speak.

“Yes, Sir.” To be fair, it was hard to argue with your boyfriend’s logic. And if he wanted to spend his hard-earned money he’d made off of chasing bad guys, then perhaps you’d ought to let him. 

The last thing you needed was him off pouting in the corner somewhere. He was a sizable enough menace already. He didn’t need the extra help.

“Thank you.” He grumbles, shifting his attention to what’s left of your clothes. Namely, your shorts. The ones Ari wasn’t too keen on you wearing out of the house on account of the fact that they barely covered your ass. Shaking his head, he eases the thin material down your thighs before tossing them over his shoulder. 

Now you were well and truly naked – completely at the mercy of your still fully-clothed Beast.

“Show me what’s mine, please.” Ari rasps, nudging your thighs apart. In the mood to obey, you let them fall open, putting your glistening cunt on  display. “There’s a good girl.” His fingers reach out to brush over your sensitive folds, making you whimper. 

Feeling brave, your hand shoots out to wrap around his thick wrist. “Wait. I was thinking I’d like to, um…makeup for upsetting you a little bit ago.”

“Really, Bird? You wanna make it up to me?” He maneuvers himself on the bed so that he can help you sit up. Nodding, you move to reach for him – intending to remove his t-shirt. Only to be surprised when Ari stops you. 

“But I want it off.” You whine, poking out your lower lip. “You’re not playing fair.”

“That’s because we’re not playing. If you wanna make it up to me then you’re just gonna have to do what I say.” He smooths a thumb across the wrinkles in your brow. “You can suck me off later. After you’ve fed me.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” Grinning, Ari goes to lie flat on his back, his muscled arms coming to rest behind his head. “Now bring your sweet ass over here and sit on my face.” He pats his chest for good measure, licking his lips in anticipation. “And I mean all the way down.”

“But what if I –” Your stream of consciousness is interrupted by Ari tugging you forward. He grips your thighs, his slightly calloused palms tenderly kneading your flesh as he urges you up his body in the direction of his waiting mouth. 

This position always makes you nervous – regardless of whether or not you’d had to jump into your jeans that morning. 

“You just let me worry about all those pesky what-ifs.” Your man grunts, letting it be known that the only way to satisfy him right now is to submit. He spanks your ass when you hover too long above his face. “The only thing you need to be concerned about is how I’m gonna redden that ass if you don’t do as you’re told and sit all the way down.”

You feel your face flush as your empty walls clench. Your body was feeling more than a little needy. You were craving your man's cock like the drug that it was. But before you got what you wanted, you'd have to make a couple of concessions first.

Starting with this one...       

“I mean it, Bird.” He growls, delivering a sharp smack. “All the way down, please. I’m not worried about being able to breathe.” You jump when you receive another smack for your trouble. “Besides, if it’s my time to go…then I’d much rather go out with the taste of you on my tongue.” 

"Now let's see just how many you can give me."

END

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[bas-writes]

50 Plus Size Y/N Prompts

When I was looking for an inspiration for a Nanami x chubby Y/N fic I realised that crushing majority of prompts and ideas are related exclusively to hurt/comfort or are drenched in extremely low self-esteem and lack of confidence. So, decided to put together my own list, covering a variety of situations from mundane and domestic to sensual and sexual. I based the ideas on my own experience as a fat person, so I'm aware they won't fit everyone, but I hope those can give you inspiration to explore in your creative work ❤ Of course, prompts are left to individual interpretation!

cw: some prompts are more gendered than the other, some are suggestive or addressing a strictly sexual situation

Leaving hickeys on thick thighs.

Wearing bigger partner's clothes. Bonus: bigger partner is not the chubbier one—it's the chubbier partner who gets to wear bigger clothes

Loving tummy kisses.

Lovingly or teasingly tracing fat rolls and love handles.

Nuzzling into soft chest or tummy for comfort.

Thick thighs save naps because they make the best lap pillow.

Fat person being picked up and/or carried around, no hassle, no protests of being too heavy, just sheer joy. Bonus: it's one of those crazy strong characters so they literally pick Y/N as if they were a doll.

Them being a personal heavy breast holder with built-in enthusiastic massage option.

Back massages because we all know that big chest weights way too much.

Ticklish kisses in the jaw area because they find the double chin cute.

Adoring to feel Y/N's weight in their lap.

Plus size lingerie. Them buying it for Y/N or Y/N showing off in it.

The way Y/N's chest/ass/thighs/tummy bounces during intimate times. It drives them crazy. Bonus: they're being ridden and enjoying every second of it.

Being in absolute awe of Y/N's figure.

Hugs from behind that do not necessarily end up with a full arm wrap but that's okay, one possibly can't envelop their whole universe.

Pulling Y/N closer so they can feel their big ass better.

Work out or a sport activity that's not related to weight loss or diet. Just enjoying active time together.

Finding it difficult to sleep without Y/N because they miss the body they can embrace and/or the warmth it gives.

Stimming or teasingly playing with Y/N's softer parts.

Foodie dates. Testing new places, taking tons of photos for their food instagram, feeding each other cute desserts, stealing the best pieces—or contrary, leaving them for their partner.

Y/N loves to eat and their love adores it because they have someone to enjoy their cooking.

Both them and Y/N love to cook and eat. A friendly rivalry over feeding the other better.

Tons of photos of Y/N and selfies with them. Every moment has to be caught on their camera. Bonus: they are a celebrity or social media persona & they love to show off with Y/N's photos.

Daily affirmations, soft words and touch related to body type, all those compliments and smooth lines.

Reminding Y/N to eat because no, the "fat supply" won't make up for a good meal, they have to eat regularly.

Gender affirmation when the fat body type sometimes can make it difficult for Y/N.

The shared celebration of gender euphoria when Y/N finally finds a way to nicely flatten and shape the chest. 

Choosing Y/N because they are fat. Them being into bigger people and actively choosing them over people with different body types.

Seeing Y/N naked for the first time and going absolutely crazy about it.

Tracing and kissing stretch marks.

Yoga pants effect. The curves just look so good in them.

Looking together for a good supporting bra.

Loving when Y/N is wearing a crop top.

Encouraging Y/N to wear more close-fit clothes Bonus: there is absolutely no perverted reason behind it ;)

Supporting Y/N through weight gain or weight loss.

Enjoying a beach date. Every body is a good beach body if it has a cute beach wear on!

Scratching/washing Y/N's back because sometimes it's just hard to reach that stubborn spot.

Muscular body type partner x fat Y/N. Big partners solidarity!

Discussing together a new tattoo idea. Choosing the best placing for it. Bonus: it's a tattoo composed to fit nicely with fat rolls or stretch marks.

Helping Y/N shave the back of their legs or any other hard to reach part of their body.

Insisting on keeping Y/N's thighs close to their head during oral sex.

Treating rash/burn caused by friction between thighs, bra or other piece of clothing.

Shibari or harness on a plus size body.

Picking up the self ironic negative talk and turning it into something positive

Being proud of Y/N, showing them off whenever there's an opportunity.

Y/N posing them for a photo, painting or a sculpture. Bonus: Y/N is their muse.

Warming hands between Y/N's thighs. Bonus: maybe their cheeks or ears feel cold too ;)

Them wearing Y/N's shirt for comfort. Bonus: it's not a typical over-sized comfort piece of clothing but a perfect fit. They still insist on wearing it.

Hand and bite marks on ass and hips. Bonus: loving aftercare.

Doodling/painting on Y/N's body: thighs, arms, ass… Bonus: it's a part of a spicy play.

Please, reblog and/or credit, when you use (but don't @ me!). The divider made by @/saradika.

#writing prompts #plus size reader #chubby reader #fat reader #plus size y/n #chubby y/n #fat y/n #bas writes

[fredwkong]

Hey man, just got out of a pretty long-term relationship and kinda feeling down. He was a great guy and all, but we just realized we aren't that compatible. He's much more into going out and clubbing and I'm not. I just wish sometimes that I could be more laid back like him and into that kinda stuff. Think you can help me out?

You turn around after submitting your wish and there’s a genie lounging on your bed. He’s naked, his big dick resting on his thick belly, and he’s taking a pull of a joint. He looks around your room, taking in the books, gaming consoles, and limited closet. “Yeah, all of this has to go,” he drawls. “Let’s make you a laid back party boy.” He blows a white cloud of weed smoke in your face.

For an instant, it makes you splutter and cough, but then you feel the smoke penetrate your lungs, filling up your brain. What were you so worried about? Worries don’t suit a guy like you. Your clothes vanish, and you rub your cock a bit. Who cares that the genie’s still here? The only reason you wear clothes at all is because public nudity’s illegal.

You wander over the the full length mirror that’s replaced all your old stuff. Your naked body looks good. Everyone should see you like this. Everyone should love themselves like this. You turn and give your juicy ass a smack. You can’t wait to show this off tonight at the club. Yeah, some people get offended when you strip after the second drink, but your fit bod and natural scent bring them all back in.

Hopefully, that cute boy you used to date will be there. You’re sure he’ll love the new you, and you’ll definitely be able to outlast him on the dance floor now.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

#answered ask #wish granted #genie #male transformation #mental change #dumber tf #musk tf #broification #stoner tf #male tf #all fwkong

[satomatto]

. //TK DAYS | NAOYA ZEN'IN.

cw: femdom; bondage; supposedly non-con/dub-con towards the end; Naoya is a bastard and that says it all.

tw: control/submission; brat taming; orgasm control; dry orgasm; semi-public; anal sex; is prostate massage with an armature part of your plans, dear friends? now yes; humiliation; binding; it can be a little incoherent in places; facesitting; foot fetish (a little?); Naoya is a bastard x2.

wc: 3.2k

Your fingers gently run over the rough rope. The quiet, sweet breathing right next to you is relaxing. The pretty face is surprisingly calm. A little off-putting. And after all, this guy is cute only when he's asleep - the muscles of his face are soft and relaxed, and his mouth isn't spewing tons of nasty, barbed words that spread through you like poison.

The airy lace shirt, you know that silly pink thing makes him drool. He'd prefer to fuck you without taking it off and then jerk you off for weeks, clutching it in his fist and reaching for it with every fiber of his worthless soul until the smell wears off.

It's truly disgusting to watch it from behind the screen. While he's sure you still don't suspect a thing. Oh yeah, sure, the bastard moans loud and high while he does it - it's impossible not to realize what's going on during these 'meditation' sessions in the back room of the clan mansion. It's worth giving him credit, he's actually more focused afterward. As befits a worthy Zenin heir.

And, as befits a worthy bride of a Zenin heir, you're doing a pretty good job of keeping him in line. After you came into his life and followed him around, he became much more balanced, which is surprising to everyone. You've heard a few thank yous from the servants. You know, the assistant Zenin personal chef adores you. And your personal maid, who was begging to be transferred somewhere - even demoted, expecting you to treat her like Naoya - is now willing to die for this place.

Good food is never too much to ask for, though, is it? And always clean clothes and royal-level service at the snap of your fingers comes in handy most of the time, too. Besides, access to the gossip going around between the clans and in this cursed place comes in handy too.

For example, that's how you found out that Naoya has a small altar in his room dedicated to a man named Toji. Fushiguro was once a Zenin, and after a couple fateful interactions, little Naoya made him his ideal - in fact, even without going into details, you find the man worthy of respect, but Naoya… He's always been the odd one. Anyway, since this place was never built on such high feelings, like a respect, it's a sin not to take advantage of another of his weaknesses - that's the extra pressure points, right?

But, uh, can't you just throw away all your trump cards? Nope, and that's the only reason you're not talking right now. Yes, sometimes it's worth it to stick your tongue up your ass to enjoy watching others bury their heads in the sand, luckily for you, Naoya wasn't good at shutting up in time, but isn't that more fun?

Looking at him makes you think about so many things and it does make you want to try to mess with him in much more subtle ways, but at the moment you should stick to your plan. It's too early to cross the line. Boundaries need to be pushed first, then broken.

You know, it's pretty sweet. What a blatant variety - the sheer volume of curses he heaps on you (the only thing his generosity shows, merit note) while his cock desperately jerks and leaking thick, translucent pre-ejaculate profusely. He's already soiled his expensive clothes and is now whimpering at your feet like some dirty dog.

"Doesn't your pretty mouth know how to do anything else?" you mock him. He'd said the same thing to you once, one of your first nights, and you hadn't had much experience in bed, either, since most of your interactions had been limited to fingering and the porn the maid had shown you.

It's not something a noble lady can do, but in the end, you had to - after you were put up as collateral, you had to gain the trust of the heir.

So all your family's debts were forgotten as a wedding present. Still, thanks to this performance, you remain relatively free, so it's not like you regret what you've done.

Especially because the heir to the clan himself turned out to be such a whore.

The soft slippers you usually wear - you wish you'd changed them for high-heeled shoes. Preferably with a platform, the kind that would smear that pretty face on the garden tiles where he's lying tied up and helpless.

With a sharp tug on the ropes, you struggle to get this carcass to sit up and turn around, safely ignoring his protests.

Still, he should be quieter. Just because you dragged him to an abandoned, albeit neat barn, doesn't mean he can yell as usual and go unnoticed.

What a shame for the heir to the clan to cry out for help while in such a humiliating position. He knows how quickly rumors spread, and his frankly vile nature doesn't help his position as a victim. He'll be laughed at - there's no other way to put it!

Either way, he shuts up pretty quickly when your foot rests against his lips. Maybe fuzzy slippers really weren't the best choice - he'll choke on it. Fine, though, because in one elegant motion, you drop the slipper, which lands quite successfully nearby.

You flirt with his lips one last time. Well, he must not be ready for that yet.

So, you gently slide your foot lower, rubbing your fingertips through his clothes.

The very next second, you step on, placing your foot flat and causing him to topple backwards, hitting his head painfully on the wooden bench behind him. Watch as the idiot shakes his hips, looking for a better footing to keep from falling over.

The way he looks at you in that moment is priceless. There's so much helplessness in that fleeting contact that is immediately replaced by a contrived coldness afterward. He doesn't like restrictions. Also, he's never let you be on top, eh, complexes, complexes… Well, you'll have a blast now.

What are you thinking about, running your little foot over his cock? Not that you're going to get dirty in it too. And this pedicure was only recently done… But it's too late to back out.

Pretty warm for late summer, isn't it? The way Naoya's moans resonate in your crotch makes you redouble your efforts. Your position isn't very stable, especially because of the way he wiggles his hips to the beat, letting out another dirty moan, followed immediately by a filthy curse in a language you don't know. Well, at least it sounded vicious enough….

How nice - Naoya manages to come to his senses again and gets into that prickly shell again, spitting out another insult in your direction. He's starting to get repetitive in them. It seems even this rambunctious boy has limits; or he's just lost the ability to think clearly already, which is just as likely.

How long do you think it will take for him to soil himself in his own cum, like the dirty dog that he is? Ah, probably quite a while.

Just when you think about it, his pathetic cock begins to throb more tangibly under your leg, like a butterfly trapped in a cage (too elegant a comparison), and alas he's still moaning in a way that so caresses your ears, signaling that he's really close. But, are you going to give him that opportunity? What a freaking pump jump….

Losing your balance a little, your foot slides down, landing right on his balls. He's a big enough boy to be able to support some of your weight, ignore those frustrated-painful moans coming from this pile of incoherent shit. He's looking at you with a pitying stare, out of his clouded eye sockets. He's gonna cry, that poor guy!

At first you thought you'd hurt him somehow, but when you looked down, you saw a charming picture. This one was whining not because he was in discomfort - rather the opposite, he was literally dripping with it.

Ah, yes, that pissy little masochist.

Now you're really wondering what exactly makes him so obsessed with his training. Oh, maybe he even have played with his juicy ass before… In fact, you don't really care if he's had experience. After all, you're always happy to give people an unforgettable time!

The light satin pouch swinging on the delicate silk cord tied around your hips opened to let your delicate fingers in.

You've been planning to use it on him for a while now.

Nice wavy texture, with a very successful seal at the end, still with a comfortable, curved handle - isn't it fabulous? The material is wood. This was hard to find - such good work…. You could tell you were very pleased with your find. Well, it's time to use it on this brat, he's been so quiet, it's almost boring.

As soon as his eyes meet yours, he once again makes a wry face and venomously spouts how disgusted he is to be here, once again demanding to be untied in order to teach you some kind of lesson.

You'd think you'd be that stupid. It's not like he'd think of anything better than just making you taste your own medicine. Though you're both good at that - spitting at each other from the same angle until one of you comes up with something new, and so on and so forth. Kind of ironic.

His cock drooped and now he was only squinting somewhere through you. You didn't like the fact that he was distracted, but for the sake of a brighter future, you could be patient for a while, couldn't you?

Of course, it didn't make you feel any better to listen to the asshole's beautiful, sweet, exceptionally flattering speeches. Your soft, condescending smile won't waver - you've spent so much time perfecting it in the mirror that nothing can shake it now. Yeah, you've definitely been preparing for something like this.

Maybe not specifically for this day - you didn't even expect it to go so smoothly. Maybe our omniscient and ready for anything heir is so used to you that he doesn't even pay attention to your cursed energy anymore? You've heard that everyone has it, but even so, you can't control it. That's sad, because then you'd have so many new opportunities. And danger.

But that makes it even more interesting.

It's also funny that despite all his brave speeches, the proud Zenin still hasn't used his cursed technique that he bragged so much about. Maybe the ropes are in his way, but it's highly doubtful - the most ordinary untreated harnesses, taken a couple of days ago from the same shed.

That leaves only one possibility: he's actually enjoying it, or in other words, getting a real high, isn't he?

Even watching Naoya deal with such a pathetic situation, covered in your juices, his cock leaking more and more, even through the erection ring you so thoughtfully put on, right after he started moaning too loudly, even after your warning. Not that he was a rabbit in bed, despite the fact that he often finished things earlier than you would have liked, he was ready to go for another round almost immediately - he clearly lacked stamina, because he would also finish after a couple of slimy moans and a couple minutes of panting whimpering. You should teach him how to fuck, dear.

Yes, definitely - spread his legs even wider, tying another knot behind his back as he bites his own lips, holding back a heaving moan. He's ready to burst from the fact that you're finally coming down on his cock. The freshly cut grass is actually quite unpleasantly prickly. However, it smells good. Unlike this--

All right, fine, in fact, the master of water procedures knows how to give himself a good bath - with all those silly rituals, he most often emerges from the ofuro with a very pleasant, lingering smell of green tea and honey, among a whole bunch of disparate but surprisingly well-blended scents, even the smell of lavender slips in.

However, even all this splendor wears off after a week of regular training and other delights of a sorcerer's life. And this man is clearly not going to bother with even a simple shower once every three days, so is it worth talking about how he usually smells? Especially when you have to give him oral.

You just can't stand it, even though Naoya himself adopts a cute, wrinkled expression on your face as he stretches your mouth and nips at your throat, trying to get you to take him even deeper. Every time, he feels obligated to fuck you the hardest he can so that the next day you'll wrinkle your nose every time you need to open your mouth, even if he doesn't enjoy it himself. He just likes to see you in pain.

He may know more about clan politics than you do, but you're clearly a bit more educated than someone who spends most of his time as an adult in some sort of training (and even that is questionable now).

He stopped in that regard as soon as he turned sixteen, yes, his manners aren't bad, but still, they leave a lot to be desired, especially compared to you. Well, your former educational institution had high standards.

At the very least, you still have the support of your family and you're not his wife yet, and who's to say they have pride and would rather be up to their ears in bloody debt than let their precious eldest daughter be humiliated into full marriage.

He can't just beat you up, and his bullshit isn't the least bit intimidating, at least not yet, not once, after his next verbal diarrhea, has he ever raised a hand to you. You highly doubt his upbringing played into that. He's not a silent biter.

You pull your panties down to your ankles and pull them off, shoving them deeper into his mouth. So they don't fall out. It would be better to shove them down from your leg for security, but you're more focused now on the idea of how hard his eyes will roll. Will you be able to make him cry? There's no time to waste, because the asshole is starting to realize something - the last thing you need is for him to start squirming.

The smooth wood slides easily between your labia, collecting your natural lubrication. Yes, it may be not enough, even over the top, especially for someone who has never tried anything like this before. But, somehow, you don't care. Like he once did.

You can still remind him of the time that bastard brazenly spit in your crotch and ignoring your willingness to do it, he put it all the way in, holding your arms above your head with a steely grip.

Oh, and afterward he was so complimentary about the way your walls clenched around him that you'd think he actually liked it, pfft. You remember perfectly well how hard it was for him to move.

Here, even Naoya, the speed himself, somehow lasted longer than five minutes, all the while panting and twitching every time you clamped down because of the unpleasant sensations down there, intentionally or not. After that, he left in unhappy, snorting unhappily.

Oh, you'd forgotten how beautiful the moments were when he was silent. As you shifted him into a horizontal position, you realized that you hadn't really thought about picking up more proper knots.

It's going to be a little uncomfortable, but it's too late to back out - not when you've already done it all. You want to get to the end, and Naoya will to remember this day.

As you thought about how to push the toy in, you were totally oblivious to Naoya. You might have been a little lost in your own thoughts, but without even realizing it, you were playing with your pussy, gently collecting your juices on the toy. Well, there was nowhere to get lube anyway (and even though initially you wanted to limit yourself to spit, such a vulnerable view could not help but inspire lustful thoughts).

The guy below was literally seething, and why wouldn't he be? Hovering right over him, you were literally giving him the VIP-seats to this voyeur.

It's amazing how you didn't think of that before. He was scrutinizing your curves so closely that you couldn't even think about the admiration your body aroused in him - only senseless lust could move him, of course. Such a graceful figure, skillful hands… Ah, no wonder he likes to watch you so much - to tell you the truth, you'd do the same if you were him.

The moans coming out through his gag were music to your ears. Couldn't have been more charming.

Well, it's time for dessert. You squat down, getting comfortable on his chest and playfully wiggling your hips, teasing him even more, you spread his legs. He still doesn't understand that you want to give him the slip - poor guy. so naive… Locking the knots so that he can't move the hips at the worst possible moment, flattening your head like a watermelon, you return to his crotch.

Gently, just touching the overexcited, sensitive cock, you gently move lower and lower, smearing your secretions all over his ass. He seems to start to realize what's going on - through the half-drunk fog of arousal. he starts to move his hips indignantly, really only helping you to push the dildo into his anus.

A light flick on his engorged cock is enough to make him shriek and hastily shut up in a rag. Literally.

The ribbed walls of the wooden dildo graze his entrance with startling frequency. You might not be too rough on him, it's not to your advantage - that's an easier way to phrase it.

After a couple of thrusts, you get the feeling that he has a vacuum cleaner in his ass, otherwise how then did he create such a powerful pump? Yeah, there are more and more questions to those training sessions, perhaps you should attend one sometime…..

He's wriggling around like some kind of worm. Almost pathetic, but what can you do - you're already tired of it. Perhaps it's time to finish it?

Accelerating your thrusts to the point where your hand starts to go numb, suddenly, stopping, you grab his flushed cock. It feels swollen, as do his balls.

It must be painful? Not being able to get free for so long.

You probably should have tortured him a little longer, made him walk with the ring long enough for him to come crawling back to you, but you've had enough of that already. Nerves are getting the better of you, aren't it?

Such tension - ah, his whole body shakes and arches as you squeeze him lightly at the base.

The muffled click of the lock on the ring sends a wave of satisfaction through your body. Zenin is so sensitive right now, he could cum from your breath-… And that's something you should have thought about a little earlier. Or at least realize how hard it's been on him all this time. Probably should have brought tissues, though… What do you need them for when you have such an adorable mouth around? Should you get him to clean you? Oh, no, you've got a better idea.

Sliding closer to his face, still wiggling your hips and never stopping generously jerking him off, you position your ass roughly where his mouth is. From the sounds of it, the heir managed to spit out your makeshift gag the moment you sat on him. Come on, you're not that heavy, but apparently it was just too much for some people - heavy breathlessness is a testament to that.

At first you thought he wouldn't have thought of it on his own, because he'd never been brilliantly intelligent - brazen, maybe, but now that his brains were leaking out through his cock (and still soaking into his clothes), he was unable to form the simplest coherent sentence, making only scraps of sounds that should be… Words?

However, his tongue was between your legs pretty quickly, desperately playing with your entrance and engaging your clit. Maybe you cost each other, finally deciding to pull the dildo out of his ass, with a distinctive pop, slowly pulling out and yanking sharply when there were only millimeters left; you come to the point where you can't reuse it.

Not wanting to put the dirty toy away in that lovely pouch, you toss it into the nearest bushes, getting comfortable on the guy's face beneath you. As far as you can remember, this part of the garden will barely be reached by Friday, so you have plenty of time.

Ah, turns out this prick is really good at this. Perhaps you shouldn't have underestimated him and his complaints about you aren't so unfounded? But, he hasn't given you a hint of that until now, so… It's not enough to have talent - you have to know how to use it.

And now you've found the perfect use for it.

Even though it's a little selfish, you ignore his whimpering - on edge, you decide that a slight asphyxiation wouldn't hurt him. After all, he's only shown his best feelings for pain before.

With a loud groan, you move all over the surface available to you, rubbing your pussy all over his face, and finally soiling him with your juices, you move up and get, by your own admission, the best look on his face today.

All wet, slimy stuff, greedily gulping air with his mouth like a beached fish, tongue out and eyes rolled back in delight. His cock seems to twitch again, but this time nothing comes out of it - the guy's body shakes with spasms and he struggles desperately on the ground, trying in vain to get out of the ropes and uncomfortable position.

To think what you've driven him to - what a bad girl, eh! And exactly the same thinks the unfortunate man who came out of that damned house at such a late hour…

#headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #naoya zenin smut

[zillasvilla]

Beyond the Lights

I. Chapter One: Rain on Me

Summary: Sariah is a RnB Artist in a rocky relationship with a trap artist by the name of Dame. The relationship goes downhill when she takes a family trip without him.

Warnings: Implied Domestic Violence. Drug use. Addiction

I. Montego Bay, Jamaica

Sariah coming around more often was a surprise to Joshua. Her presence on this trip triggered the sudden urge to talk to her. She just hasn’t put herself in a private space where he could. He knew she was avoiding him. Joshua has always been attracted to Sariah. From the moment he first met her at his twin’s engagement announcement, to her twenty-first birthday party. He watched the way she picked through the assortment of fruit provided by the Villa owners. He watched her fix herself a bowl, doing a little happy dance that made him smile. His eyes never left her until she was no longer in his sight line. A deep sigh leaves his lips. According to Jonathan she was off limits, or so he says. Jonathan looks at his twin brother with a smirk, He nudged his arm, breaking Joshua from his trance.

“What?” Joshua looks at him, stretching his legs out while sitting up. Roman and Montez soon joined them at the opposite-facing couch engaged in their own conversation on next week’s show.

“She has a dude.” He reminds him. Jey has a habit of getting with girls while they were in a relationship. He also knew that they were just placeholders for Sariah. Everyone knew they were destined to be together. She was just focused on a career, and current fling Dame.

“Who Dame?” The dude was a nuisance. Every time he was around them, the tension in the air was thick.                                                                                                                               

“Yeah Dame.” 

Jey kisses his teeth. “Psft, please.” He wasn’t a fan of that weak ass rapper. “That nigga a bum.”

“Aye” Montez looks at him.

“My bad bro.” Jey raises his hands in defense. Everyone knew she was with Dame. They just didn’t know who he was behind closed doors. A glimpse of that night plagued his mind daily. “He doesn’t deserve her.”

Jimmy looks at him. Jey was never shy when it came to voicing his opinions. To him it was a blessing and a curse. He was playing a dangerous game.

“Just be careful, uce.”

The mere presence of him had her stomach churning in ways it hadn’t before. It had been a while since she saw him and for good reason. Sariah focused on her makeup, erasing him from current thoughts while Trinity stood behind her, curling iron in her right hand and comb in the left. She was curling Sariah’s hair for her. something along the lines of Trinity was the best at doing her hair.

The silence was comfortable. It just the nagging voice in the back of her mind broke it. “ Why didn’t you tell me Joshua was going to be here.”

Trinity looks at her through the mirror, finishing up the last piece of hair that needed to be curled. She bites her lip, thrown off by the question. It was obvious why he was here. He was Jonathan’s twin brother and best-man.

“Will him being here, be an issue.?” Trinity unplugs her curlers, using some hairspray to set the freshly curled hair.

Sariah shakes her head, looking at herself in the mirror, running her fingers through the roots of her curled hair. By the time she got dressed and did her makeup, all of the curls would have fell, leaving .

“No issue.” She closes her makeup bag, touching up certain areas with a makeup wipe.

Trinity, amused by Sariah’s sudden interest in her brother-in-law gathers her things. “Don’t let me find out you got a crush.” She walks to the door, standing between the threshold of her room and the hallway. “And hurry up. We’re waiting on you.”

Sariah mutters to herself about what to wear. She never understood the meaning of packing lightly; her whole wardrobe was stuffed into this suitcase, and they were only going to be here for a week. She grabbed the first piece of clothing that caught her eye. It was a simple blue and white dress. It wasn’t much to show off, but it shows enough for wandering eyes.

It wasn’t long before she found herself ready, but she also knew it took her forever and her friends were probably waiting on her. They had all agreed to meet outside the villa as it provided a beautiful background for photos that didn’t include the hustle and bustle of the hotels and resorts they were normally accustomed to. She makes her way out, gaining the attention of the girls first.

“I need to borrow that dress one day.” Trinity tells her. “Also, them thighs girl” She smacks them, making her laugh and smack her hands a way.

Bianca had turned at the sound of the smacking and whistles. “Ooo pretty mamas.” One thing Sariah loved about her friend group was the way they hyped her up and made her forget any worries she had. 

“We gotta get a picture!” Bianca looks around for her phone, this gets the guys attention. Joshua bites his lip, one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing his chest while giving Sariah a once over. Trinity passes Jonathan her phone and he immediately starts snapping.

“Wait! I ain’t ready.” Bianca shouts, flipping her hair over her shoulders, grabbing Sariah and Trinity by the arms and pulling them in to the picture.

The girls immediately got closer. “Well damn, yank my arm.” Trinity groans through a smile.

“My bad.”

The girls would have a photoshoot all day if the guys let them. They limited them to a few pictures, and rushed them to the restaurant.

II. Lani Restaurant

It wasn’t often they got a press free vacation. They were easily recognizable despite the many different disguises they had. Eventually the just stopped wearing one. They loved their fans, but sometimes they just want to be left alone. 

“Alright, alright.” Some older local shooed people on the waiting on the street to get pictures, autographs, anything. “You annoyed enugh” His English was broken, but they understood what he meant. 

The restaurant was reservation Sariah picked was just now opening, which was great. They would get their privacy, but still able to enjoy the local's culture. The sounds of live drummers gained their attention as they gave the hostess their name. 

“We had a reservation for Fatu.” 

“Right this way” She grabs her cutlery sets, and lead them through a section of the tables, to one long wooden carved table. In the center, spelled out USO Bridal Party. In the middle was a cd. It was the soundtrack for her wedding.

“Granted, it’s only you and Jey in the bridal party. Good lookin cuz.” Jimmy gives Sariah a side hug, picking up the CD. No song titles, but he knew the songs were going to be a hit.

“Sariah!” Trinity whines, pulling her younger cousin into her arms, kissing her cheeks. “You did this?!” 

It was the first day of the trip. She wanted the first day to start off with a bang. 

“It’s just a little something.” She laughs, pushing Trinity back.

“We are playing this at home on the last day.” Trinity grabs the CD and puts it in her purse.

“Cool with me.” Montez sits.

“You just can’t play on your social media Tez.” Bianca points, sitting down. Montez was a big Sariah fan, long before he met her. Yeah she only had two albums and a couple of eps out. Her catalogue was still a hit, and since becoming friends he has become an even bigger fan.

“I would never.” He clutches the imaginary pearls around his neck, shocked that his friends thought he would purposefully leak her songs.

“Babe. I come home and you’re recording yourself working out with her unreleased music in the background.” Bianca smiles at him. She loved the support her husband gave her friends.

“It’s okay Montez.” Sariah sits down. “I know you mean well. Sometimes I send them to you on purpose so you can post it.”

The waitress brought out water and menus, interrupting their conversation as they sat down. She found herself next to Jey, thighs brushing against his. His arm rest behind her on the back of her chair.

Jey got lucky. He had thought she was going to sit on the opposite side of Trinity, yet here she was sitting between him and Jimmy. She looked good in that dress. He looks at her, a slow lick of his lips.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

She looks at him. “What makes you think that.”

He shrugs, a small smile forming on his face. “Do I make you nervous?”

“Never that.” She leans back, forgetting that his arm is draped over the back of her seat. He twirls a piece of her hair around his finger.

“Mhm, the goosebumps on your thighs, say otherwise.” He pokes her thighs, she pops his finger, making him chuckle.

“Please, you think you’re all that.” Sariah was unsure where this sudden urge of confidence came from.   

“Add a bag of chips to that.” He moves his arm, leaning forward as a selection of food was placed on the table. Sariah, rolling her eyes at his cockiness turned her attention to Trinity who was watching a smirk on her face.

“What?”

“Nothing at all girl. Nothing at all.” She serves herself and Jimmy some food . Doing the same, a comfortable silence fell over the table, forks clinking and side conversations here and there.

“I need a nap after this.” Bianca says wiping her mouth. They had finished eating and were just enjoying the music being played lived.

“We do have time to kill before the rentals show up.” Of course, the guys rented out 4-wheelers for the week. A little gift from Jey to Jimmy. They grew up riding on them, so why not see if the island had rentals, and low and behold they did.

“Shit, let’s go.” Montez jumped quickly. 

Sariah stands up quickly, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, a nap sounds good.” She needed to put some distance between her and Jey. The constant buzzing of her phone pissed her off as she pulled it out of her purse. She had told her team, she was on vacation. Her eyes lock on the multiple notifications from Dame.

           Dame: You could’ve called when you got there.

           Dame: You better not drink either. 

           Dame: Did you finish my verses

Dame: I need that asap.

Dame: Text me back damn

Dame: Bet, don’t answer

           Dame: I got something for you when you get back

No apology. Which she knew was never coming. All he cared about was his next hit. She wasn’t in the mood, she put his notifications on mute and put on a fake smile. They took more pictures in the restaurant before heading back to the villa for a much needed nap.

Sariah maybe slept for an hour before she was roaming around the kitchen, making a fruit bowl to snack on. She occupied the couch in the shared living space, notebook in hand with her headphones on. Fruit bowl acquired, she sat on the couch, lost in deep thought.

Jey makes his way out, seeing Sariah sitting on couch, writing in her notebook while nodding her head. He makes his way to her, he stands in front of her, taking off her headphones. She looks up ready to cuss whoever interrupted her. Her breath gets caught in her throat seeing a shirtless Joshua in front of her. She blinks away the thoughts looking at his face.

“Not tired either?” He asks.

They were the only two up and knew why, hence why they were out here and not in their rooms. The walls are thin, and their friends aren’t

“Yeah. Just wanted to write this verse that was stuck in my head.” She motions to her notebook and headphones.

Jey sits on the couch next to her, thighs touching as he grabbed the notebook. “Can I see. I promise I won’t leak them.” He jokes.

“Sure, why not.” She hides a laugh at his joke towards Montez.

He’s flipping through the pages, several song titles catching his eye. Tucked in one of the pages he found a guitar pick wedged between them. It was a soft blue color with palm trees on them. 

“You still play?” He hands it to her so she can hold it while he looked through the slightly worn notebook, careful to not rip the pages.

“Sometimes.” She shrugs. “Usually when I’m performing.”

He nods, eyes scanning the lyrics. She places her headphones over his head, making sure they covered his ears. The music filled his ears, and he’s nodding. The soft melodies of a piano in the background and her voice harmonizing. 

“What’s it called?” He asks placing her headphones and notebook on the table in front them. 

“Not sure yet. It’s something different.” She loved that song. She just wasn’t sure on the fan reaction. 

“Flawless was different.” Jey had always been a Sariah fan, He found himself creating a playlist of all her songs to listen to during his workouts. He wasn’t a super fan; he just really enjoyed her music.

“Look at you, knowing my songs.”  She looks at him. The way he moved closer, had her stomach doing flips.

“Whatever title you come up with, will be a hit.” 

A moment silence washed over their conversation. He finds himself looking at her, wanting more from this conversation. They were finally alone, and he may not ever get this chance again. “You never texted me after that night.”

“That night was a mistake.”

The car comes to a rolling in stop in front of Trinity and Jonathan’s house. No one was home. He stops the car and looks at her. Her eyes never leaving their driveway. ”Where do you wanna go?” He asks. All of her other friends were on the road, they also didn’t know Dame was beating her.

“I can take you to your sister’s or your pare—.” “No.” She tries not to bite her lip. She was barely sober, and didn’t want to go to her parents or sister’s place looking like this. She wasn’t in the mood to talk. He starts the car. “My place it is then.”

Jey stands up with a nod. “Mhm. So, me coming back that night was a mistake.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She argues.

“Nah, you said what you meant. It’s all good though.” He turns, looking at her.

“You know I have a boyfriend.” She reminds him. He stands in front of her and leans down, hands planted on the couch, trapping her in his arms, his brown eyes never leaving hers.

“That didn’t stop us before.”

#black oc #main event jey uso #fanfic #black tumblr #ao3 #original character #wwe smackdown #friday night smackdown #music #romance #roman reigns #trinity fatu #dame #sariah

[magicxc]

Pull It Up

Pairings: Damson Idris x Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1454

Warnings: Fingering, Exhibitionism (Squint To See It)

BBJ Masterlist

Have you ever wanted to join the mile high club? I mean why not right. Just something to tick off the bucket list. Bragging rights or simply fits of laughter to follow as you retell an old story. But it’s all fun and games until you squeeze your way into that small ass bathroom stall. It’s barely enough leg room to stretch in there, let alone have two people actively fuck. And I, for one, am a screamer so it's really only so much noise I can hold off.

Can you imagine? The walk of shame down the aisle and back into the seat as if everyone is unaware of what just happened. That once the stall door opens, the fumes of sex won’t have seeped into the air. The crooked clothes, the lazy smiles, and God forbid any fluids are visible. And don't even think about one person leaving first and the other waiting a few minutes to leave after, because what if someone is itching to use the john and comes face to face with the culprit? I'm getting second hand embarrassment just thinking about it all. Call me up tight, but there are way too many ways that sex on a plane can go wrong. And unless my man has his own aircraft, I refuse to buss it open in the seats of economy.

And that’s what I’ve been trying to drill into Damson’s thick ass skull since the moment we’ve sat down. Albeit, we’re in first class and with about five other people on board that does take care of the extra lingering eyes, but that still leaves too much to chance and the way my OCD is set up, I’d quite literally die of shame.

“Who says we have to leave our seats?” Damson whispers.

“Huh?” Eyebrows crinkled in confusion, I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but very little surprises me with this man.

Leaning over the armrest, his fingers lightly stroke my arm, slithering them further up until they meet my jaw, where his lips eagerly replace them. Peppering kisses along my skin, he leaves behind wet patches in his trails, muttering in between each one how we can do the deed in our seats.

“Damson, no.” I giggled. “How do you expect us to have sex right here?”

“Look around you, all these old motherfuckers are knocked out,” he slyly remarks.

“And what about the flight attendants?”

“They only get up during the flight for two reasons, landing and snack time,” he answered. “And snack time doesn’t start for another 45 minutes.”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but dammit my man has a way of being very persuasive, though I think it’s just cause I find him insanely sexy. Body burning with lust, I peek up at him through my lashes and notice that silly grin of his widen, but I have to quickly whisper shout to him that my answer isn’t a flat out yes. And that there’s still a chance of someone catching us in the act.

But ever the adventurer, Damson insists that we’ll never see these people again and he couldn't care less if we were to get caught. His nonchalant attitude has gotten us into more trouble than I’d care to admit, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the reason for some of my wildest stories. Like the time when -

“Damson,” I squeak.

“Shhh calm down,” he coos. “Just relax your thighs and see how this plays out okay.”

Of course I wanted to look cute today. Pairing my blue plaid skirt with a white turtleneck and the plaid jacket to match, I look fresh out of the Clueless movie, and I feel every bit of such as Damson continues to slip his fingers between my thighs. I should’ve known there was an ulterior motive behind him insisting that I wear a skirt today.

Damsons digits meet a bit of resistance in the form of panties, but he doesn’t let that deter him and instead pushes them to the side, effortlessly entering my pussy with the help of my natural lubrication. He wastes no time in scissoring through me, thumb already firmly pressed against my clit, adding the most delightful pressure. His other arm curls around my waist to help hold me steady as my hips start to twist and turn, too turned on to sit still. A moan slips from my mouth as I squeeze my thighs shut, trapping his fingers in between them; a silent plea to slow down before I combust.

“Sweetness,” he croons through kisses. “Just *kiss* breathe *kiss* through *kiss* your *kiss* nose.”

Mumbling into my ear that I should just bite him if I have to, Damsons fingers continue their assault on my pussy, sharply thrusting them as I snap my mouth shut, opting instead to harshly breathe through my nose.

This man is so sexy, like the way he gets me going is unnatural and I fold every. single. time; the squelching noises a clear indication of that. Unwrapping his hand from around my waist, he reaches up to brush it across my lips, which in turn has me searching for his. There's a tense stare down between us, his pupils largely dilated, as he tugs on my bottom lip and stretches it forward. After he lets it go, it snaps back into place and his lips immediately find mine in a soft kiss. One, two, three pecks later and the hand that once lingered over my mouth now grabs a hold of my jaw, opening it wider as he pushes his tongue inside.

Face cradled in his palm, his nose brushes against mine and I can’t help feeling slightly more relaxed as I delve into the warm kiss, thighs slackening in the process. Drawing my arm up, I grab him by the neck and bring him closer, fingers sinking into his kinky scalp as I deepen the kiss. Our tongues glide over the other, slick with moisture, while Damsons fingers have now taken on a slower pace. Removing them, there’s a sticky trail that follows as he reattaches them to my clit, twirling it between his fingers, in a gentle pinching like sensation.

We finally pull apart, chests heaving, while his minty breath fans over my face and he shoots me a sinful gaze that has me on the verge of exploding. The smirk that follows has evolved into a bit of a chuckle and I find myself whining for several reasons as the twisting of my bud is now being pressed into a steady motion of figure eights. Placing his lips on my neck, Damson whispers assurances and sweet nothings alike, which manages to turn me on even more.

My hips roll into his fingers, desperate to cum and then I feel it, one of his digits reentering me as he starts a come hither thrusting motion. Face still planted on my neck, it only now dawns on me that Damson would make the shittiest look out, and the macaroni noises that's picked up in sound has me lining the border of panic and thrilled.

My hips continue to meet his fingers as he swiftly plunges them into me and my hands fly to my mouth to cover any noises that may slip out. Reaching up to remove them, he makes me promise not to keep those pretty sounds to myself. And that does it. Those honeyed words that he’s constantly whispering to me, the excitement that we may possibly get caught, and the intense clitoral stimulation pushes me all the way over the edge.

Hands now tightly clutching both armrests, I have to lean over and clamp my mouth on his shoulder so as to not wake the rest of the passengers. Speeding up his actions, we manage to hit a bit of turbulence which normally leaves me queasy, but now has my eyes rolling back at the heavenly sensations.

Damsons fingers come to a final stop as he slides them out of me and into his mouth instead, lustfully peering through half closed lids as he does so; and it takes everything in me not to fuck him right then and there.

“Woah, someone got carried away,” he teases looking back at his shirt indented with teeth marks. “What’s the saying? Don’t bite the hand that fingers you?”

A small fit of giggles leave me as I recline back into the chair, my post nut state leaving me feather light and spent. The retort I had dies on my tongue as I lock eyes with one of the passengers opposite us, who quickly stops staring in attempt to feign sleep.

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[keanureevesisbae]

Dear Evelyn - The Beginning

Sergeant Hank Voight x Evelyn Jones-Lesmono (Asian ofc)

Summary: Knowing he is on thin ice here, Voight and his team carefully question Evelyn about her husband.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse and violence. If this triggers you, please do not continue to read this story.

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Hank Voight knew about Evelyn Jones’s husband. Everyone knew about him. He’s Gary Jones, Superintendent of the Chicago PD. Hank therefore knew about her existent, saw her once at a party and she had introduced herself. Evelyn was beautiful and Gary was well aware of the attention she attracted. She made him likable, which he desperately needed, as he had a stick far up his ass.

However, having to look for her, because she and their five year old daughter Audrey had disappeared, was something he never thought he’d be doing. 

Gary Jones, the Superintendent, had implored Intelligence to find his wife and daughter. 

In all honesty, Hank never particularly liked Gary Jones. Quite the contrary even, he despised the man. Call it a gut feeling, but something was up.

But the disappearance of Evelyn Jones and her daughter Audrey, made Hank trust his gut feeling a little bit more.

Finding Evelyn and Audrey had to be hush hush, so Intelligence did their best to keep this internal. It took them two whole days before they had some clue about her whereabouts, after learning the details about her life before marriage and during marriage.

While Evelyn had been a vibrant college student, it was her father who set her up with Gary Jones. After that, the vibrancy disappeared from her eyes. Hank recognized the unhappy marriage when faced with the pictures.

The thing now was, they weren’t the only ones searching for Evelyn. As they secretly tracked Gary Jones, they discovered he too was looking for her in quite the unconventional way.

And now Hank, Antonio Dawson and Al Olinsky were standing in a hotel room, looking at Evelyn Jones, whose face said enough. Deep dark bruises on her jaw and cheekbones and marks on her arms. She probably has more, old and new, all across her body.

‘Evelyn,’ Hank said to break the silence. ‘I’m sergeant Voight.’

‘I recognize you,’ she said, her voice a little shaky. 

‘You can trust us.’

‘No, no,’ she retorted. Her dark brown eyes were enlarged with fear and slightly red and swollen. ‘This might as well be my death sentence.’ Her thick hairs were put up in a messy ponytail and her clothes weren’t the designer clothing she wore in pictures. A tight black sports legging, with an oversized light blue hoodie and some black sneakers. 

Audrey, who had inherited all of Evelyn’s physical traits and was basically a copy of her mother, stared up at her mother, grabbing her hand. ‘Mommy, are you okay?’ she asks. ‘Are they here to help us?’

Evelyn is still on edge, but she pulls herself back together and turns to her little girl. ‘Go color in the bathroom, okay?’

It was clear to Hank they were as thick as thieves, because without a question, Audrey made her way to the bedroom. She shyly waved at the officers, before walking in. After a quick peak inside, Hank saw they had been sleeping there. Had lived in the bathroom, as there were blankets and pillows in the tub.

‘Your husband asked us for help,’ Antonio explained, ‘however, we had reasons to believe we were just a cover story.’

She caught on quick. ‘He’s out there to kill me, isn’t he?’ She brought a shaky hand to her lips. Hank noted how she wasn’t wearing a ring anymore, while Gary thoroughly explained the two rings on her fingers. The engagement ring and their wedding ring. 

Those were somewhere else.

He put his gun back in the holster and carefully made his way over to her. He approached her and once he was close enough, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t shiver, she didn’t scream nor shout. She let it happen.

‘Not on my watch,’ Hank told her. ‘But we can only help you if you tell us everything.’

Evelyn let out a sniffle. ‘I’m so scared.’

‘I get that, but we will not let anything happen to you nor your daughter, okay? If you tell us everything from the start, we are able to help you out.’

‘He isolated me from the rest of the world,’ she says. ‘I don’t have friends, I don’t have family left. I don’t have anyone, but I couldn’t afford to live one more moment under his roof, as Audrey saw what he did to me, heard all the nasty things he said to her.’

Before she can spill out more of the details, Antonio said: ‘Sarge, we gotta head out. Ten minutes max.’

‘Grab your stuff,’ Hank told her and she got to work instantly, making her way to the bathroom, where she started to gather the belongings. ‘Antonio, help her out.’

Antonio carefully made his way to the bathroom, making sure not to startle her. Al and Hank were quick to make sure this room appeared like it was unused. Antonio had two bags in his hands, while Evelyn had placed Audrey on her hip. She stopped in front of Hank. ‘I can really trust you?’ she asked. ‘I… I can’t go back there.’

Hank nodded. ‘I know and you don’t have to worry about that, because I’m not gonna let him get close to you or your daughter. Ever.’

It convinced her, because she nodded and followed them.

The five of them made their way out of the sleazy motel room and into the car. As they were crouched down in the backseat, Hank sat behind the wheel and drove off.

‘Mommy, are we going to be safe?’ Audrey asked her.

‘Yes baby, we’re gonna be safe. I promise,’ Evelyn whispered in a hoarse tone, but loud enough for the rest to hear. ‘I’ll always keep you safe, you know that.’

‘But who is going to keep you safe? These men?’

It stayed quiet for some time, but then she said: ‘Yes, they are.’

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[tymeka]

Beautiful Porcelain

Chapter 1

The green lights cover the streets of Zaun as nighttime falls upon the city. The Lanes are booming with people from all over, with activities and crimes going unnoticed or simply ignored. A strong stench of everything that's leftover from Piltover flows in the thick air of the Undercity. Everyone blends into one another. All, except one.

As the leader of Zaun, Sevika has to be strong for her people, as her strength gives them hope and security. Her leadership in recent years has helped Zaun gain prominence, but it has also ruffled some feathers in Piltover, which does not like the spotlight being shared with the Undercity. Her fucks though are nowhere to be found when talking about Piltover’s feelings, which makes her just the right woman to be the face of the Undercity. But now, she's going to her office to do paperwork, waiting for the new shipment to pass in all the way from Noxus. Her aura makes everyone stare when she walks by. The maroon poncho covering her left arm is damn near iconic, and all of Zaun knows what’s under that fabric.

After walking for a few minutes, Sevika arrives at The Last Drop, a place that is most famous in Zaun, where tourists and locals alike go, and sometimes never return from. The neon sign illuminates her skin as she enters the establishment.

The roaring sound of EDM fills her ears when she opens the doors. People cover the floor with bodies, alcohol, and clothes with no owners. The colors of blue and purple spotlights are moving with the music, changing movement when the songs transition. While Sevika darts to the stairs, she sees her main crew enjoying themselves all over the club, drinking, dancing, and gambling. She also witnesses Dustin attempting to crowd-surf while being drunk out of his mind. He keeps telling everyone to gather in a huge circle, and the moment there are enough people, he jumps ... and face plants right onto the dance floor. He completely missed the crowd of people. Sevika winces at the sight, shaking her head as she continues to make her way upstairs.

Sevika finally makes it to her office, opening the door to see a pile of papers invading her desk and a blue-haired teen laying on her back on the office couch. Jinx is wearing her loose-fitted mauve and brown cargo pants, with a crop top that has the right side long-sleeved but the left side sleeveless. Her long blue hair is in a giant fishtail braid, hanging off the couch. She looks up at Sevika, throwing her hand up in a lazy wave, “Hello~”

Sevika smiles, “Hey, Jinx.” She walks up to her chair and takes a seat with a huge dramatic sigh. Jinx rolls her eyes, sitting up, “What’s wrong?” Sevika shakes her head, “No, no, no, nothing's wrong.” Jinx nods, laying back down on the couch. 

“Well, since you brought it up,” Sevika says, making Jinx groan, “I have sooo much paperwork to do, and it would be nice if someone could help me with it.” Jinx glares at Sevika, who’s smiling back innocently. 

“You know, you could’ve just asked me,” Jinx replies. Sevika chuckles, “No kiddo, I’m just fucking with you. Go back to taking your little cat nap.” The teen lays back down as Sevika starts on her paperwork.

For some strange reason, the background noise of the club downstairs helps her focus on the paperwork better than silence does. Plus the paperwork isn’t anything new, it’s mostly about the production of shimmer, how it should be distributed throughout the Undercity, etcetera. With a LOT of math. Luckily, the math doesn’t slow her down, she gets through about 3 papers per minute. Putting her in a zone that requires all of her attention.

Knocks on the office door take her out of her concentration. Sevika lifts her head, "Come in." Ran pops into the room, "Boss, I've received word that the Noxus shipment will arrive between 6 and 10 a.m. tomorrow."

Sevika puts her pen down to rub her right temple, "Of course, it's coming at the ass crack of dawn. Alright, I want you, Dustin, and crew B to be there and sign it off. I'll be here when the process is done, to start the next steps." Ran nods, exiting the office. 

Jinx hops off the couch once they close the door, “Is that what I think it is?” 

Sevika crooks her head a little, “Hmm, it depends. What do you think it is?” Jinx throws her hands behind her back while leaning side to side, wearing a toothy grin. “Is it my birthday present?” The older woman scrunches up her face, “Your birthday is months away from now.” 

Jinx pouts, “It can be an early birthday present. Answer my question, old woman!” Sevika raises her right hand, silencing the girl, “Yes Jinx, it's what you think it is.”

Jinx squeals in excitement, rushing on top of the desk to hug, or more like strangle, Sevika, thanking her. Papers on the desk get squished and move from their original spots. “Got dammit, Jinx, I just finished organizing these damn papers.” Sevika groans, hugging Jinx back, then pushing her off. 

Jinx continues to make high-pitched noises, skipping to the door, “I gonna go to my lab tomorrow and pick out inventions I wanna build first out from my notebook. You coming?” 

Sevika hesitates, then shakes her head. “No, I’m probably gonna go to the Gardens tonight.” All the teen’s joy on her face is completely replaced with disgust. “Ew, too much info, lady! Ugh, you ruined my mood, I’m going home.” Jinx mops leaving the office, her Sevika’s chuckles along with a ‘you ask’ as she slams the door.

The night was still young, and what was coming up tomorrow made her happy, for Jinx and Zaun, so she decides that she'll reward herself. Throwing all the papers she didn't finish in the top left drawer, Sevika heads out of the club to the Garden to ‘help out a local business’. With a smirk on her face, she leaves her office.

Mel begins her morning with tea and biscuits, walking through her living room to her kitchen with her assistant, Elora. She sits on a stool near her counter with a mug in her hand, "Elora, what are the objectives for today."

Elora scurries next to Mel, holding a clipboard and flipping through pages. "Well, ma’am, you have a meeting with one of the old inventors tonight at the Bongi restaurant at sunset. To talk about collabing new inventions with Hextech." Mel nods, taking a bite of her biscuit. "Will that be all? Seems like it will be an easy day."

Elora flips a few more pages, "Yes, everything seems fine—” 

She pauses, squinting at the paper. “Wait. Um, ma’am?”

Mel sips her tea, “Yes?” Elora’s eyebrows rise and stare at Mel, “There’s a shipment that’s supposed to be coming this morning… from Noxus."

Mel stops sipping, setting her mug down, turning towards her assistant with an eyebrow raised. "Who’s requested it?" Elora stares at her clipboard. "No one on the council, ma’am. It seems like it is being shipped to a third party."

Mel sits for a moment of silence, gathering her thoughts. "No, that can’t be right. What’s being shipped here?" Her assistant begins to say something, but then comes up with a better idea. "It might be better for you to have a look for yourself, ma’am." Elora hands Mel the paper that has the information on it, and somehow it lacks the very thing that it's supposed to have. Mel reads the shipment order, but it's just filled with filler words. She doesn’t even understand how this could get past Piltover’s shipment leaders, let alone be actually accepted by Noxus. "Who the hell allowed this to go through our trade?"

Elora shrugs, "I don’t know, it doesn’t seem like something anyone on the council would do. But if it wasn’t someone on the council, then who was it?" 

Mel gives the paper back to Elora, "That is a question I would like to know the answer to. I’ll have someone go down to the docks to check what the shipment is and who ordered it. The council can deal with these people fast enough for me to make it to my meeting tonight." Mel hops off her stool, "Come on, we’ll need to find outfits for tonight. I’ll send a group of Enforcers down to the docks; that shipment will arrive soon."

Elora nods, walking beside Mel out of her apartment.

Sevika wakes up in a familiar place, in a room that might as well be her. Attempting to get off the bed, she can feel someone’s weight shifting on her. Her favorite worker from the Gardens, Autumn. "Leaving so soon?" She asks, rubbing her eyes. 

Sevika grabs her pants and slides them on, "Have very important things to do today."

Autumn giggles, then gives her puppy dog eyes while batting her eyelashes, "More important than fucking me?" Sevika opens her mouth, but Autumn raises her finger in objection, "Uh uh, don’t answer that." 

Sevika chuckles and smirks, but aggressive banging on the door turns her smirk into a frown. "Who is it?" 

"Sevika?! I-I was to report to you if anything happened to the shipment. I'm... sorry if I interrupted a-anything, ma’am." The voice that was stuttering behind the door sounded like it belonged to an exhausted man. Sevika narrows her eyes, marching to the door and swinging it open to find the little messenger’s knees shaking, staring at her face. Sevika towers the man, "What happened?"

He stumbles back, putting his hands out in protest. "M-ma’am, we did everything we were supposed to. But there were some E-Enforcers who showed up and started asking questions. You know, too many questions. The next thing I knew, bullets were being sprayed and everything was going to shit. Ran told me to inform you as soon as possible. I-I ‘ve been trying to find you for a little while–"

"How long?" Sevika asks, glaring at the little messenger. He looks down at the ground, slowly glimpsing back up at her, "About... 20 minutes?"

Sevika closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to keep her composure. "Get the fuck out of my way. And walk with me." She storms out of the room, heading towards the exit of the Gardens. "Where’s crew B now?" 

The messenger runs beside Sevika as they speed walk through the Lanes, or he speed walks, it seems Sevika is walking normally. "Well, Ran, Dustin, Kody, Lee, and Lena are at The Last Drop. Michelle, Connor, and Nikol stayed behind. I think the rest were killed."

Sevika huffs, "That’s why you always send crew B instead of crew A." The little messenger looks up, "What was that, ma’am?" Sevika looks down, "Nothing, you can leave. And next time you can’t find me, use the process of fucking elimination. If I’m not at the Drop, and I’m not at my place, I’m most likely to be at the Gardens. Or just fucking ask Jinx." 

The little messenger nods quickly, "Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am." And waddles away somewhere. 

With the little man finally off somewhere else, Sevika marches straight through the Drop’s doors and storms up the stairs to her office. When she opens it, she’s met with five pairs of eyes and beat-up faces. "What the hell happened at the docks?"

None of the eyes in the office were looking at her, none of the mouths were speaking, and the silence was becoming deafening. Sevika closes her eyes and sighs loudly enough for everyone to hear her, "I’ll ask one more time." She opens her eyes, glaring at her goons. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?" Her voice booms loudly throughout the room, loud enough that people outside the club might be able to hear her.  

After a pause that seemed to last forever, Ran finally speaks up, "Someone knew a third party ordered the trade." Sevika raises her eyebrow, "No shit. How did they know and who knew?"

Dustin jumps up from the couch, "Well, the pigs said they were ordered to search the shipment, so I’m guessing... it might be one of the council members who figured us out." For some reason, he whispered the last part when there was no reason to since everyone needed to hear the information too. 

"Great, of course, it was a fucking council member. Kody, I thought you made sure the papers they got were convincing. And why didn’t Marcus stop them?" Sevika says, scanning the room for answers. 

Dustin collapses back on the couch, “Marcus always pussies out when the Council is involved directly. Unless it's one of his ‘OfF dAyS.’” Dustin makes a terrible British accent while putting in air quotation marks for ‘off days’.

“He doesn’t have any off day, not with me.” Sevika says, now turning to Kody, “You didn’t answer my question. Even Dustin said something before you.”

Dustin shrugs and throws his hands behind his head with a satisfied groan, “What can I say, I’ve been reading Eager Ellen Hoe– wait, that didn’t sound like a compliment.”

"I said they were convincing ENOUGH, someone would have to actually read all the shit on it. No one does that. I don't know why they started now." Kody leaned back, slumping onto the wall he was standing on. "I don’t know what was different with this report." 

Silence falls upon the group once more, all with their heads down, deep in thought. Then Ran lifts their head, "Maybe because the trade was from Noxus?"

Kody shrugs, "I mean, this is our first time ordering from them. I guess the council doesn’t order from them often." Kody pauses. Her eyes light up. "Boss, I can check the council’s shipping orders to see if I can find which council member ordered those damn hits on us."

Sevika nods in agreement, "Okay, Lee and Lena, go to output 4 to inform them the shipment was taken and give them 2 tubs of shimmer. Ran and Dustin, go around the Undercity and help out anyone around. Kody, find the council fucker, and come get me the moment you find out, I’ll have a nice conversation with ‘em."

Ran’s eyebrows frown, "Boss, you sure bout that?" 

Sevika reaches for the doorknob, "That shipment could’ve helped us with a lot of shit. And not just us, all of Zaun. They can try to fuck with me, but they crossed the line fucking with the Undercity." With that said, she walks out of the office.

Mel is standing on a platform in her closet in front of a gigantic mirror to see how the dress she’s wearing fits her… “No, this is too green.” One of the tailors comes up behind her and unzips it. Mel turns to look at the other options, “Give me the red and blue dress.” 

As a tailor grabs the dress, Elora rushes into the changing room. “Miss Medarda! I have news about the shipment from Noxus.”  Mel looks at her through the mirror, “Yes? What’s wrong?”

Elora’s hands are on her knees, panting and wiping the sweat off her forehead. “There was a shootout at the docks! 9 dead and 3 imprisoned. 3 Enforcers are dead. And you won't believe want was in the ship–”  

Mel turns towards her, shooing off the tailors in her closet. “What? Slow down, Elora. A shootout? Why would a citizen of Piltover have a gun?” Her assistant straightens up, her breathing regulating as she practices deep breaths. “They aren’t from Piltover ma’am.”

Mel sighs, holding the bridge of her nose. “Love it when Marcus does his job.” She scoffs, “Hand me my council dress, I need to have a word with our sheriff.” 

The moment Mel finishes getting dressed, she and her assistant leave the dress shop and head to the station. Normally, Mel would discuss these things with the Council first, but she can use the excuse that this is a personal matter since it’s from Noxus. When they arrive at the sheriff's station, people can be heard on the street ‘ooing’ and ‘ahing’, as none have ever been so close to Mel Medarda before. Walking up the stairs towards the entrance, Enforcers move out of the duos' way, a path leading straight into Marcus’s office.

The door was open, and Marcus is behind his desk talking to multiple people. “Inform their families what has happened and get those damn prisoners to a judge. I recommend Judge–” He stops, seeing Mel wave to him at his door. “Counselor Medarda! Uh… of what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you.”

Mel steps in, glaring at the people he was talking to, making them scurry out the room. “Well, Sheriff, you owe me an explanation about what happened this morning.” The tone in her voice made the man wince, “Counselor Medarda, what had happened today was unacceptable. It won’t happen again, ma’am, I can assure you.”  

The councilwoman walks closer to the sheriff, “You are right, it won’t happen again. Give me the history of this year’s shipment orders. I want to see how long these people, whoever they are, have been using the docks to trade.”

Marcus blinks, “Uh, what time would you like me to bring it to you, ma’am?” Mel searches the office and sees two chairs in front of his desk. “Elora and I can wait here til you get them.” She gestures for her assistant to walk in front of her, both taking a seat in each chair. 

The Sheriff nods, smiling weakly. “I’ll be right back with those papers, ma’am.” Before he can even get from behind his desk, Mel lifts her hand, “Actually, I was hoping you could order someone to do that, so I could have a little chat with you.” His smile drops, eyes widening. His smiles return, but this time with no teeth. “Yes, ma’am”

Waving over an Enforcer, Marcus quietly commands them to grab the documents along with something else Mel couldn’t make out, then returns to his desk, taking a seat. “Counselor Medarda, what would you like to chat about?”

Mel tilts her head, smiling at the Sheriff. “Marcus, you know the Council likes it when things are handled…” Her smile erases slowly, “Quietly. The fact that 3 Enforcers have been killed on duty, let alone shot, is enough to spark a panic in Piltover. Guns are strictly prohibited on this side of the bridge. And knowing that whoever has ordered the shipment is from the Undercity, will raise the Council’s concern more than it already is. When I requested those Enforcers this morning to check the docks, I was expecting their boss to be there to de-escalate the situation if it ever so got out of hand. Which did not happen. Where were you, Sheriff?”

“I was down at the Invention Center, escorting inventors into the building t-to ensure they were safe, ma’am. I sent a group of Enforcers I trust to go to the docks.” He stutters, shifting his hands together. 

Mel raises her eyebrow, “So why didn’t you send that group to the Invention Center while you went to the docks?” 

Marcus begins to break a sweat, “Inventors feel safer when I escort them–”

“I highly doubt that they feel safer that the Sheriff is walking them to their rooms. It's more like, it makes them feel special. Something that is not needed. Sheriff, I think you should think over your priorities, as the event that had occurred were far more important than whatever you were doing.” Mel gives him a weak smile, crossing her legs and setting her hand on her knee. 

Marcus nods quickly, “Yes, ma’am, I’ll be more considerate of my actions and priorities.” Mel throws her hands up slightly, chuckling, “Well, I’ll be happy to see you do your job correctly.”

As she finished that sentence, an Enforcer knocks on the door. “Sir, I’m sorry to inform you that we can not obtain the history of the shipments at this time. But we can get them in two days, from downtown.” 

“Oh, that is unfortunate. Thank you.” Marcus nervously shrugs to Mel, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t give you those papers today. B-but I can ensure, they will be at your office in two days.”

Mel stares at Marcus for a second, a second too long to make him uncomfortable. “Okay then. We’ll be going since we have places to be” Mel gets up, escorting Elora out of the office. Before Mel walks out the door, she faces Marcus, “And I hope I won’t have to ever come back here, Sheriff.” Marcus gulps, and nods. 

 Sevika swings her apartment door open, stomping to the living room, removing her poncho, and collapsing on the couch. Rubbing her forehead with her metal hand, slowly gliding it through her hair to remove her ponytail. “Is it here yet!” Shouting from the hallway makes Sevika turn her head towards the teen skipping into the living room. Jinx skips in front of Sevika cheesing and stanches her hair tie from her metal hand. When she catches sight of the older woman’s face, her smile disappears. “Is it here yet?” 

Sevika glimpses up at her, then looks away with a huff. Jinx drops the hair tie on the floor and slumps her shoulders, “That bad, huh.” Sevika mumbles, shutting her eyes and exhaling, feeling Jinx plotting a seat next to her. Jinx pulls her knees to her chest, slumping her head onto Sevika’s metal arm, “What happened?” 

“What didn’t fucking happen.” Sevika rests her head on Jinx’s, “I’m sorry kiddo, the shipment got caught up with Enforcers. Don’t worry, Kody’s gonna hunt down the Council cunt who ordered the search.”

“Council? They got it? Ugh, we’re never getting that stuff back.” Sevika can hear the despair in Jinx’s voice. She pushes the teen off her metal arm to wrap around her. “Hey, stop moping, we’re getting that shit back.” 

“How?” Jinx glances at Sevika, searching for an answer. Sevika looks down at her, “Well, we got the peaceful way and the not-so-peaceful way.”

Jinx exhales, “Just do whatever way is faster. I can even help if you don’t do it peacefully.”

“No.”

“Oh come on!” Jinx stretches out dramatically, her limbs flying in different directions, “I never get to shoot things anymore.”

“You do get to shoot things, you just can’t shoot people.” Sevika removes her metal arm from behind Jinx since she is now star-fished on the couch, sitting forward with her arms on her knees. 

“Oh, what’s the difference? And it wasn’t my fault that time–”

“I know.”

Jinx stands up with her hands on her hips, facing Sevika. “So why can’t I go on runs with you? I mean, I don’t even care if it's not you, it could be Ran or even Dustin! Actually, please don’t let it be Dustin.” 

Sevika lays her head on her right hand, having a staring contest with Jinx. Whoever blinks has to talk first, which will most likely become an argument. But then, Sevika blinks on purpose, leaving Jinx slightly confused. “Jinx, the reason why I ordered that shipment in the first place was to help you focus on not shooting people, and more on inventing and building shit. So if we don’t get the trade peacefully, and I need backup, you can shoot people.”

Jinx squeals, but Sevika lifts her head off her hand to raise a finger, silencing her. “But, until then, you have to occupy yourself with otherr things.” 

Jinx smiles so wide, that Sevika is actually concerned for the girl’s face. Then Jinx wraps her arms around the woman’s neck, leaning back and forth, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sevika!” 

“Yeah, yeah, now go somewhere.” Sevika shoos Jinx away. The teen giggles all the way to the hallway. 

Knocks on the front door grab Sevika’s attention. “It’s Kody.” Sevika stands up from the couch, walking to the door and unlocking it. She swings the door open to witness Kody hugging 4 papers to his chest. “I know who ordered the hit.”

Sevika escorts Kody to the couch, both of them sitting down in union. Kody places one of the papers next to Sevika. “The council member is Mel Medarda. She’s from Noxus, and was probably alarmed with shipments coming from there.” 

Sevika looks at Kody when she’s done skimming through the page, “Okay, what the fuck are the other 3 pages for.” 

Kody then acquires a sinister look on his face, “One page is a list of the most controversial shipments she's ordered, the other is her strange picture-perfect past, which mostly means she’s in Piltover because of family problems. And the last page…” Kody hands the page to Sevika with a smile on her face. “This is her address.”

Sevika gives Kody, who is still cheesing, a long look, before grabbing the paper from his hands. She quickly reads over the page. Kody leans back on the couch, “You gonna go tonight?”

Sevika nods, “Why wouldn’t I? We need that shipment as soon as possible. I’ll have Ran and Dustin as backup.” Confusion paints on Kody’s face, “Uh, you don’t want them to go in with you?” Sevika shakes her head, “Nah, I want to handle this face to face.”

Kody hesitates but then agrees. Sevika grabs her poncho, throwing it on and grabbing the 4 papers, “Alright, time to pay a visit to Mel Medarda.”

Mel slips on a white dress with gold accents sprinkled all over. The dress goes all the way to her ankles, the sleeves go to her wrist, and the collar goes to the mid-part of her neck. Gold coats the ends of the dress, giving the illusion that the gold is a part of her skin. A modest and beautiful gown. Elora is also in a white gold dress that goes to her calves and is long-sleeved. The gold is in swirly designs, she curled her hair to match. 

Both women stroll into the restaurant, going past the line of people that have to wait to get a table. When they enter the entrance doors, they see the inventor that they’re supposed to meet. It is an old man with two white braids and a huge white beard. He’s wearing a red suit, and his assistants (who were sitting in chairs behind him) were in green suits and dresses. 

Mel and Elora go up to the table to greet the inventor. "Good evening, Mr. Pole, how are you tonight?" Mel asks, taking a seat across the table. 

"Oh, I'm quite well. Excited for the next few days." Mr. Pole speaks with his hand on his belly, not touching the table at all, like he is ready to leave. Mel looks at his body in confusion but keeps a smile on her face.

Mel straightens her posture a little more, “Mr. Pole, I’m ecstatic for our new partnership on Hextech inventions. Do you have any of the sketches with you tonight?”

Mr. Pole raises an eyebrow, “Hm? Oh! No, no, no. I’m sorry, Miss Medarda–”

“Counselor Medarda.” Mel corrects him, her smile thinning. Mr. Pole chuckles, “Ah yes, Counselor Medarda. I’m sorry to inform you that I have realized I have accidentally made a meeting with a counselor and not with Jayce Talis.”

Mel’s face scrunches up, giving a dry chuckle, “Um, I’m sorry?” The old man leans toward one of his small assistants and whispers to one of them for a while. Mel side-eyes Elora, who has concern written on her face. Mel's eyes slowly drift back to the inventor and shift in her seat. 

Mr. Pole stops talking to his assistants and returns to his original position. “Miss Medarda-”

“Counselor Medarda, Sir.” Mel’s voice has a hint of sternness in it. The inventor nods, “Counselor Medarda, I wanted to meet the person who made Hextech personally. Who I now know is Jayce Talis. I’m an old man, I’m not with the times as I used to be.”  Mr. Pole smiles innocently, his round cheeks hinting red with embarrassment. 

The councilwoman is stunned by his words, “Mr. Pole, Mr. Talis is a very busy man. Creating new intentions, and working on making Hextech safer for the public. Going through the Council is the equivalent of meeting him.”

The old man shakes his head, “No, I personally don’t think that. I want to meet him face to face, inventor to inventor.” He gestures his hand left and right. “No one on the Council does it like him. With Progress Day on the way, I expected him too busy, but I’m not just anybody, you know. I have students from all over who use the knowledge I gave them to change the world.”

The inventor goes on and on about his work, how important he is, and how people will do anything to have a 5-minute conversation with him. Mel's mind is cluttered with anger that whatever the man is saying, is going through one ear and coming out the other. Among the cloud of emotions going around her, she feels a hand on her thigh. She looks up at whom the hand belongs to, it's Elora’s. Her assistant gives her a weak smile and her thigh a little squeeze. Mel eyes her up and down, then takes her hand, responding with a soft squeeze and a one-sided smirk. As they have their silent communication, Mr. Pole finishes his monologue, and Mel releases Elora’s hand to talk to the inventor a final time.

“Sir, whatever you discuss with me, I’ll inform Mr. Talis.” Mel attempts to affirm Mr. Pole, but the old man begins to get up from his seat. “No, no, no. I cannot continue this meeting. I apologize for wasting your time.” 

Mel scoffs in disbelief, but with Elora next to her, she decides he’s not worth the time. “Okay, Mr. Pole. Have a nice night.” Mr. Pole and his short assistants head towards the exit, “Take care, Miss Medarda!”

Once the inventor is out of sight, Mel buries her face in her hands, “Ugh, that was a fucking disaster.” Elora rubs her hand on her boss’s back, “Don’t beat yourself up on it. That man was kinda an ass anyway. We can recruit others.” 

“I don’t want others, others don’t have the talent I need.”

Mel sets her hands down, exhaling when Elora pats her shoulder. “Let’s get out of here, ma’am. We have things to do tomorrow.” 

Mel considers what her assistant said and nods. “I’m going to take a hot bath the minute I get home”

“Make sure you use the rose tea shampoo Shoola gave you. ‘Your hair will be as long as mine, Mel’.” Taking Mel’s arm and guiding her towards the door, Elora giggles and Mel shakes her head, smiling.

Amber lights from Piltover’s streets engulf Sevika’s skin in a glow. That’s showing, anyway. She’s wearing her classic maroon poncho, adding a hood to match. She couldn’t walk around Piltover all willy-nilly, even if she doesn’t go up often. In fact. This is the first time she’s been to Piltover since Vander took them across the bridge, but she doesn’t know if that counts. She snickers at the thought of crossing the bridge because of some Council member. The only reason she would ever come up here is for Zaun and only Zaun. 

“Boss?” Ran’s voice rips Sevika out of her own thoughts, “You want me and Dustin to scope out and break in first when we get to the house?” Ran and Dustin are walking alongside their boss, being able to keep up with her speed because she's slowing down to look less suspicious.

"Yeah, just in case she's using those alarms in the report. I highly doubt it, though." 

"Some of that shit doesn't sound like it exists, I think she just told them to write words with more than 6 letters." Dustin's voice echoes throughout the street, not using his inside voice, earning a hard slap on the arm by Ran. "Ow! What?" 

While the two goons argue, all three Zaunties arrive near Mel Medara's house. More like apartment, that's on the top floor. The 8th floor specifically. It's a huge white building with a deep blue roof, and a fuck ton of mirrors all around it. Hopefully, there’s an elevator that can take them straight to her floor, cause there is no way in hell Sevika is going up all the flights of stairs. They head directly next to the building in an alleyway, pilling up in a corner to discuss. 

“Okay, Ran, you and Dustin will find the entrance that Kody gave us and see if it's accessible. I’ll be here, watching out for any Enforcers. Dustin, come back when the entrance is available or if you two can’t get it open. “ 

Both goons nod and dip further behind the building to do what they need to do. Sevika stands near the entrance of the alley, leaning against the building on her side. It’s late Summer, yet the heat is almost unbearable up here. Even with the knowledge that heat rises, and she’s not at her home turf, Sevika is still confused ‘bout how these Pilties can stand this terrible heat. She considers what harm it would do if she pulls her hood back a little. As she grabs each side of the maroon fabric, begins to someone pass by. Sevika drops her hands with a quick whoosh, placing them back to her sides, leaning her head forward so the hood can cover more of her face. 

“Great night, innit?” Says the man jogging down the street. Sevika bobs her head, “Sure is.” The man’s face changes enough for her to notice, but he keeps on jogging. Maybe he wasn’t expecting her voice to sound like how it does. Doesn’t matter, cause he’s not an Enforcer. Sevika does note, however, why the fuck someone would go jog at night. Piltover is fucking weird. 

Steps can be heard from behind her, and she turns to see Dustin running up to her. “Sevika, we got it open.” Sevika nods, “Alright, let's go.”

Getting an opening into the building was easy, but getting to the Councilwoman’s apartment? A fucking difficult task. There isn’t as much security as they thought would be, but there is still a good amount of the fuckers where the Zaunites can’t just take the elevator up. Ran knocks them out, Sevika hides the bodies, and Dustin… Sevika actually doesn’t know what the fuck Dustin is doing, but he’s being quiet, so he’s doing good enough. 

Once they get take out all the guards, they make their way to the elevator. Ran goes up to the call button, then curses under their breath. They examine the call button board, “Shit. Ugh, we need, like, a key of some sort.” 

“Do not worry, lady and gentleperson, I have it right here.” Dustin raises his hand to show a key dangling on his finger, wiggling his eyebrows. Sevika huffs, backing away with Ran to give Dustin room to use the key, “So that was what you were doing the whole time.” 

Dustin swirls the key around til he hears a click, “Yea well, someone had to do the dirty work. Plus, I got you guys some presents.” He hops up and starts jiggling his pockets. 

Sevika and Ran roll their eyes, walking into the elevator. “Uh, hello? A thank you would be nice! God, one day all of you are gonna miss me.” Dustin throws himself in the elevator, crossing his arms and squatting on the ground. 

Ran pulls the lever to the 7th floor, making the elevator start up, and it begins to rise. Sevika notices what Ran pulled the lever to, “Isn’t her place on the 8th floor?” Ran falls back onto the wall, getting comfy as the elevator takes them on a ride. “Yes, but one of the things on her list of securities is the elevator alarms her when someone arrives at her floor. We’ll have to take the stairs up the rest of the way.”  

The rest of the ride was silent, til the doors flung open. Dustin stands up, “Ugh, finally. My legs were starting to cramp up.” All three exit the elevator and make their way to the stairwell. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, more walking?!” 

Sevika goes up the stairs first, follow by Ran, then Dustin. Ran faces Dustin, “Did you not hear what the fuck I just said?” 

“Not gonna lie, when you talk, all I hear is ‘womp womp womp’.” The two start to have a little argument again but Sevika shushes them when she begins to open the door to the 8th floor. “Both of you, shut it!”

The goons shut up, and all three Zaunties make their way into the hallway. There is a window at the end of the hallway that peaks throughout the entire city. Lights from all over Piltover could be seen, and the closer Sevika got to it, the clearer the scenery became. It’s almost beautiful. 

Almost. If it wasn’t such a shit place with assholes and narcissists, she might have given it a compliment. Her face twists at the thought of this place being so peaceful when the Undercity can go an hour without death. She forces herself to turn away from the window, focusing her attention on Dustin, who’s been attempting to unlock the apartment door this entire time. He makes very strange faces when he’s lockpicking, but it helps him get the job done, so Sevika does her best not to comment on it. And as a few more seconds pass by, the door opens. 

“BOOM baby– ow!” Ran smacks the side of Dustin’s head, silencing his small victory. “Shut the fuck up, dumbass.” Dustin rubs his head, “Just say it! Stop hitting me.”

Sevika peaks in Mel Medarda’s apartment, and lord is it big. She sees a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room in one glance, all in different rooms. And the ceilings are so high that she has to take a step inside the apartment to see where it ends. There’s also a spiral glass staircase that goes upstairs, sparkling from the lights coming from the living room wall that’s just made of glass. 

“Holy shit,” Dustin says, cautiously walking in next to Ran and Sevika. “I knew she was rich, but I didn’t think she was this rich!”

Sevika takes a step forward, then faces the two goons. “Alright, you two stay down here. I’ll go upstairs and have a nice conversation with the Councilwoman.”

Ran arches their eyebrow, “You’re not gonna kill her?” 

Sevika scrunches up her face, “What? No. If I kill her, we don’t get the info about the shipment. I’m just gonna scare her a little. Enough to leave an impression to leave Zaun alone.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.”

“Okay, I’m off.” Sevika sneaks up the glass stairs, looking down at the two goons to see them wandering quietly around the apartment. Hoping that they can stay quiet enough for her to pull this off without waking the Piltie. 

When she’s at the top of the stairs, she peers down the hallway. All the lights are off, the only light coming in is a window at the end of the hall, similar to the one in the main hall outside. But this window is different, there were different designs and everything is covered with gold. There are 3 doors in the hall. 2 doors on the left side, and a door on the right. She assumes the door on the right is her bedroom, and heads that way. She tiptoes to the door, slowly turning the doorknob. 

The door is wide open now. Light is shining in from a balcony on the other side of the room. Mel Medarda’s bed stands out more than anything. Gold curtains hang from her bed, covered in a black and gold cover. Sevika takes a few steps in, closing her distance between her and the bed. 

Suddenly, the door shuts behind her. Sevika whips around, to see Mel Medarda in a gold silk robe that goes all the way to the floor. She’s wearing a gold bonnet on her head, and her skin is moisturized, reflecting the light from the balcony.

Also, she is aiming a pistol at Sevika. 

Mel has both hands on her pistol, keeping it steady, ready to shoot the hooded person invading her home. “Who the hell are you?”

The hooded figure chuckles, “Well, would you look at that? A little Piltie with her little gun.”

“This ‘Piltie’ can take your head off.” Mel admits that she’s surprised to hear the voice that belongs to the hooded figure is a woman’s. 

“Right, of course. You know, you almost scared me there, Miss Mel Medarda.” The intruder takes one step forward, making Mel straighten her arms and close one eye, holding the gun to the figure’s head.  “And you have yet to tell me who you are, intruder.”

The figure huffs, “My apologies, Mel Medarda.” The intruder hand rises to her hood, and she pulls back her maroon hood. Mel nearly drops her gun when she sees the face the voice belongs to. 

The woman standing in front of her is drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair was in an up down style, a tiny ponytail that takes her hair out of her face. The left side of her face is engraved with light blue scars. She is definitely older than Mel expected, a little too old to be a burglar. The intruder’s lips are dark, and a smirk on her face. Mel doesn’t understand why the older woman is smiling, she’s aiming a damn gun at her face. 

“Cat got your tongue, Miss Mel Medarda?” The intruder tilts her head slightly.

“Who are you.” Mel demands. 

“Sevika.”

“Ha, am I supposed to know that name?”

“No, actually. You’re not.” Sevika attempts to take another step, but Mel stops her in her tracks. “Don’t fucking move.”

Sevika takes a few steps back, “Alright, alright. Be careful not to hurt anyone, Miss Mel Medarda.”

“I’ll do anything that’s necessary til the Enforcers get here.”

“The Enforcers down in the lobby? They were all sleepin’ when I got here.” 

Mel eyes widen, there was no way this woman single-handedly took down all the Enforcers in the building. She has to be bluffing. She narrows her eyes, “I don’t believe you. What do you want? Money? Hm? Is that it?” 

Sevika shrugs, leaning back at the end of Mel’s bed frame. “Believe me or not, Princess, doesn’t really matter. And no, I don’t want your money, Mel Medarda. I want to talk to you.”

“Talk? You barge into my bedroom, break in my apartment, allegedly killed every Enforcer in the building, to talk?”

“Jeez, you fucking Pilties always assume the worst. I told you those asshats are sleeping. Yes, I want to talk to you. About the shipment you ordered a hit on today.”

Mel’s face twists up, “The one from Noxus? So you were the one who ordered it? How long have you been using our docks?” 

Sevika gives her a dry laugh, “Yours? You’re just gonna act like the Undercity doesn’t exist? We need to get shit to, you know.”

“How long?”

“As long as we needed. Now, ‘bout that shipment. Where is it?”

Mel can’t believe that situation she in right now. A tall, dark, sexy older woman broke in her room when she was just about to go to bed. Her arms are getting tired holding a pistol to the woman’s face, Mel thinks of how she can turn this on it’s head. She slowly walks forward, keeping the gun steady. 

“It will be sent back to its seller. And you are prohibited from using the docks ever again. Using the Council’s name for shipment will have you arrested.”

Mel gets close enough where the pistol is a few inches from Sevika’s chin. There’s a height difference, but a gun is all she needs to be threatening. Or so she thinks.

Sevika glares at the councilwoman, “No, it won’t. I need that shipment for the Undercity.” Sevika steps forward, the pistol now digging into her neck, “And I won’t be taking no for an answer”

Mel stares into her eyes, attempting to reciprocate Sevika’s energy. “What does the Undercity need from Noxus?”

The older woman’s eyebrows frown, “You don’t know what’s in them. Ha, and you have the audacity to fucking threaten me with that tiny ass pistol.” Mel growls at her as she continues, “The trade from Noxus has steel, copper, iron, wood, aluminum, and titanium in it. Materials that engineers, carpenters, and inventors use.”

Inventors? Carpenters? Engineers? Of course, Mel knows there are inventors in the Undercity, but so many and ones that are so good to the point where they have to order materials from different countries? Maybe there are some inventors there that might contribute to making new inventions for Hextech. After what happened tonight with Mr. Pole, nothing can be worse nor too desperate.

“You… have inventors?” Mel’s arms burn, the pistol is getting heavier and heavier with each passing minutes. Her eyes shut, releasing an exhalation so big that Sevika swears she's seeing smoke come from her nose. Then, the councilwoman gradually lowers her gun. 

Sevika lays her hand on her chest, “Oh god, she’s warming up to me.” Mel immediately shoves the gun back at her face, “You’re pushing.” Sevika chuckles, shooing the gun out of her face, “Sure am, Princess.”

Mel pauses, thinking of how she can turn this in her favor. Piltover needs new inventions, especially with 

The councilwoman scoff, dropping her gun to her sides and straightening her posture. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

Sevika blinks, “And who the fuck said I’d do that?”

“When you expressed how desperately you need those materials.” The burglar doesn’t know that Mel is desperate as well, so Mel is sure she can have her way if she acts confident enough. After all, she doesn’t know the older woman at all, yet knows she reeks of cockiness. But that cocky demeanor dwindles a bit when Mel mentions how desperate she was. Maybe realizing she said too much. Mel starts talking again as quickly as possible before that demeanor evaporates. 

“If you bring your inventors, carpenters, and/or engineers tomorrow, and prove to me that those resources you ordered will be used wisely, I’ll give them to you and more.” 

“What?” Sevika says in disbelief, “You want me to leave here tonight, go home, grabs some fucking inventors, come back here in the morning, kill all those Enforcers,” (“You said you didn’t kill them,” Mel irrupts.) “I didn’t, but I love to watch your face every time you think I killed them. Break into your apartment again, just so I can obtain something that was mine in the first place?”

Mel isn’t going to lose this, “You were using the docks under the Council name to trade with other countries. You should be arrested. And arrested for breaking into my home. I suggest you use this opportunity wisely.”

Before the other woman can respond, Mel continues, “What happened this morning was a pointless massacre, now it can be avoided permanently. And, if the inventors you bring are extremely skilled, we might even offer them jobs in Piltover.”

Sevika made a face that almost offended Mel, “That last part won’t be necessary.” Sevika’s eyes linger on Mel, but her eye are blank. Mel can’t read her body language, she couldn’t the entire time. The woman has a sideways coat-jacket-poncho thing on the covers half her body. Her face constantly said things, while her body said another. And no once did her voice change from that cocky tone. Even when she was threatening Mel, she sounded confident. This worries Mel, cause she doesn’t know if she won this. 

After a silence that seemed like it lasted forever, Sevika opens her mouth, “I have one inventor that can show you her inventions. But I’ll be monitoring the entire, whatever the fuck y’all will be doing. And when she blows you away with her knowledge and creativity, you will give us our resources. That sound good?” 

That last sentence really isn’t a question, more like “that’s what is going to happen” type statement. Mel is astonished that this woman is still trying to be in charge of the situation. Maybe she should shoot her. 

With a very thin smile, Mel agrees, “Okay.” 

Sevika stops leaning on the bed frame, “Great, same time, same place?” 

“No, meet me at the Invention Center, at noon. There will be Enforcers at the door waiting for you. What was your name again?”

Heading to the door, Sevika mutters “Invention Center, noon, got it.” She swings the door open and starts walking out the room. 

“Hey!” Mel shouts, turning around to look at the older woman, “What’s your name?” 

The woman turns to face Mel, holding on to the doorknob, “Sevika.”

Mel nods slowly, moving her hand, that isn’t holding the pistol, in a circular motion. “And your last name?”

Sevika gives her a dry chuckle, “You’re funny. See you tomorrow, Miss Mel Medarda.” And slams the door. 

#melvika

[eorzeashan]

An Echani Among the Chiss

Raina: Sir, I've received an update from Aristocra Saganu.

Don't they look like twins here?

I apologize for plowing through the entire intro of the Traitor Arc just to get to Copero, but we'll get back to that later-- plus I discovered to my ultimate delight that Eight could wear Raina's clothes, so now he has a new outfit.

It's really fitting he gets to wear this given that he's also an adoptive/loyal to House Miurani even before the canonical events of the Agent story, so I like to think he finally caves into working for the Ascendancy at some point now that he's free of Alliance obligations.

Also, the minute he stepped into Chiss space would have the Aristocra (and Nosta whether she's his wife or ex-wife in this timeline or not) going GET HIM and forcibly dragging him into abandoning service to other powers to be with them, lol. ('Work for the Ascendancy. Your abilities are wasted on an uncaring empire and a republic that will not forgive you.' "I thought the Chiss cared little for outsiders.' "Our House more than considers you the exception for all that you've done. Now come; afternoon tea is waiting." '*Long sigh*')

House Miurani does not forget its debts. I think Eight would actually have a healthy time under their wing; the Chiss are like a second home to him given his upbringing with Nosta, now a Lady of their house and he'd find quick work in training their officers in Echani combat.

Though I'd imagine he'd just trash entire groups of them to relish in them getting slowly more and more angry that an outsider could beat them so easily. ('Weak! Next!' *yet another Chiss officer getting thrown out the ring on their ass* "Ugh....he's just like Lady Nosta when she first got here....ruthless..")

Raina: The Ascendancy has announced they are mourning Syndic Zenta's untimely death. Officially, they condemn the Alliance for her assassination. But Saganu is grateful for how you handled the matter. Should you need it, the EDF stands ready to aid you-- privately.

Eight: Saganu had to save face somehow. As long as I have their support, let them say what they want.

Raina: The Aristocra appreciates your understanding.

He's always like this: resigned to taking the most blame and responsibility after a dirty kill, which is commonfare for assassinations all the while doing so for the sake of someone else. It's also incredibly ironic he's doing this for the Miurani again-- that always seems to be his role.

Reminds me of the alternate dialogue where you originally refuse the Aristocra's offer by saying "I won't be your personal assassin", yet that's exactly what he is here especially for these Chiss.

It is rather sad that Eight currently goes from one master to another doing the same exact things, but he does have family in the Chiss who know and want to treat him right after everything he's done for them, so I imagine they'd avoid using him so callously.

There was something incredibly cheeky about Saganu sending Raina out like "look, it's your and our outsider sister. now you won't be alone and you can see that we can take you in, too."

Unfortuately, it's a very good argument considering they're thick as thieves with both their similar backgrounds.

Still chuffed at their twinning here.

Lana: I assure you, Commander, no one sleeps until we discover where the traitor is headed.

Eight: I want to catch Theron as much as you, but you're working everyone too hard-- including yourself.

I haven't ironed out the specifics yet of the AU I have planned for the Traitor Arc, but Lana's vengeful anger towards it while Eight is like "man, who cares" is one of the reasons I don't headcanon him as chasing after Theron during it.

I'm toying with the idea that Theron takes him with and they both get up to dual-traitor shenanigans, but then comes the problem of House Miurani's hand in all of it and it might be more feasible to say Theron helped him ditch the Alliance in return for not stopping him while he sought sanctuary with the Chiss.

Anyways, final bonus images:

His Chiss service officer fit is supposed to come with headgear, but the cutscenes like taking it off. Also, I got the entire Ascendancy Soldier outfit, which is really nice! Will probably take screens for it in Nathema next time.

Saganu squeezed him into formal wear for once.

#swtor #traitor among the chiss #oc: orradiz #every person with even a crumb of chiss lore getting this flashpoint: YEAHHHHH

[writer-in-theory]

payback is a bitch. im payback - all of them.

you know...i should've seen this coming.

who is/are your comfort character(s)? well fuck. um, luna lovegood, alec lightwood, spencer reid, billy hargrove to name just a few

lighter or matches? LIGHTER. oh my god i hate matches. i use them for labs all the time and for some reason everyone around me is terrified of them so i end up lighting about 12 bunsen burners on the fucking daily.

do you leave the window open at night? FUCK NO. but i also live on the ground floor in the middle of the city, so you know.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? MOTHMAN MOTHMAN MOTHMAN. also there's a cryptid like 5 minutes from my hometown that i'll message you about on discord so i dont literally dox myself.

what color are your eyes? green !! i also have central heterochromia so there's some gold around the center in a ring.

why did you do that? i mean the usual answer is bc im a chaotic bitch lmao.

hair-ties or scrunchies? scrunchies !! i have thick curly hair and elastics leave bad indents in it

how many water bottles are in your room right now? none. coke bottles? twelve.

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? cold what the fuck is there another answer?? although when i'm walking to class and its cold as shit outside, hot ig but only for survival purposes.

would you slaughter the rich? eat the rich fuck yeah buddy.

favorite extracurricular activity? laying on the floor blasting music in my ears at maximum volume to stop thinky. but also writing, ig.

what kind of day is it? well i depression napped for 7 hours today then woke up only to actually freak the fuck out about a fic i posted earlier in the day sooo

when was the last time you ate? around 7 sooo five hours ago ish??

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? thats one of my favorite smells of all time. i also love the smell in the air right before it rains

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) fuck no im not qualified enough for that

can you drive? noooope. im trying but its very hard :c

are you farsighted or nearsighted? nearsighted and i have astigmatisms

what hair products do you use? god so many. leave-in, mousse, curl cream, oil, and on some days a bit of gel

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? hell yeah i love painting nails. i used to do nail art !!

do you say soda or pop? soda soda soda soda-

something you’ve kept since childhood? i have a penguin stuffie my grandparents got for me as a kid. it's gone everywhere, to all vacations and everything. i also have a little note from my first boyfriend from when i was like 8 or 9. he told me i was pretty and that everything would be okay and its just so innocent and sweet i had to keep it.

what type of person are you? an angry one who has no idea what they're doing 97% of the time

how do you feel about chilly weather? i hate it. i hate it so much. i love fall clothes but i hate being cold and i hate ice and i hate snow.

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? drinking and sharing stories probably. i used to love climbing out onto my rooftop and drinking cheap whiskey with people.

perfume/body spray or lotion? i can't say both?? but fine, i can't live without my cerave so lotion.

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? whenever i get upset i imagine what a first book signing would look like if i can publish a popular book. it replays a lot lmao

about how many hours of sleep did you get? last night? none.

do you wear a mask? YES YES YES. i'm immunocompromised like fuck so always.

how do you like your shower water? hot as fuck. i better be burning and i better look like a lobster when im done.

is there dishes in your room? nope. i leave bottles but my line is dishes that had food on them.

what type of music keeps you grounded? sad music or anything with sounds that scratches the brain nice

do you have a favorite towel? nah not really i have cheap ass towels so idc

the last adventure you’ve been on? i went to ikea?

is there a song you know every word to by heart? oh so many. there's this irish folk song that has an important meaning to me that ive known the words to since forever.

what’s your timezone? eastern !!

how many times have you changed your url? none, surprisingly. i just really love the one i came up with first i feel like it perfectly captures me

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? yep!! i have an internet friend that i've known for exactly 10 years now.

a soap bar that smells good? i have one that's sandalwood and vanilla that im in love with

do you use lip balm? yes constantly. burt's bees!!

did you have any snacks today? yeee i had gushers and cheetos.

how do you take your coffee? if i'm making it at home i put a bit of creamer in it then hazelnut syrup, usually.

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? i feel like im on discord constantly anymore

what’s your take on spicy foods? i'm...so bad. i cant handle spicy at all which is so tragic. like it's embarrassing and laughable lmao.

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? he knows who he is.

can you remember what happened yesterday? uhh i worked, went to ikea, then talked Tea with cj and serenity lmao

favorite holiday film? okay im a bitch for cheesy romcoms. i love the holidate, holidays in handcuffs, and if we're going not romcom then the nightmare before christmas.

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? i was very young when i had my first sip. but my first whole drink on my own? i was sixteen.

can you skip rocks? yesss that was like a must growing up where i was. easy way to pass the time, you know?

can i tag you in random stuff? always.

#ask jay #ask game #cj 🌙

[grumpyascianteddybear]

Croi Bio

Hades Blackwell

The Eldest Son

General

Nickname: Hade

Title: The Dragon Eater. The First Son

 Age: 24000

Occupation: Traveler, Father, Diplomat 

Alignment: Chaotic pain in the ass

Gender: Male

Race: Dragon Demigod (Darkness/Ice)

Characteristic: Heightened Senses,Elemental Magic, and Strength                                                                                      

Skills: Stealth, Seduction, Crafting, Diplomacy, Intimidate, Linguistics, Sense Motive, Sleight of Hand, Knowledge Arcana, Geography, History, and Nobility

  Weaknesses: Elemental Weakness (Light/fire), Wings, Underbelly

Appearance

Height:6’10

Hair: Most straight and goes down to between his shoulder blades. The main bulk of it is blue/black but he does have a white bang. He also has two sets of horns that crown his head, even mimicking the look of an actual crown.

Eyes: Golden reptilian eyes. 

Markings/Piercings: His ears are pierced and have cuffs with chains hanging. He also has horn caps with crystals hanging from the tips.

Face Claim: N/A

Dragon Form: He is an absolutely massive dragon when in his reptilian form. Fifty feet tall, sixty feet long and somewhat balky. Hades has two mouths, a larger main mouth that he can breathe darkness out of and a smaller upper mouth that breathes cold as a weapon. He also has two sets of wings as well as six eyes.

Attire

Clothing: Hades is very much a victorian/Edwardian goth. He doesn’t really know what the meaning of casual wear is. Even if he isn’t dressed to the nines it's also silk or satin shirts. Pants are generally leather or some other form of high grade material. Though he is often in mostly black he tends to accent that with a lot of high saturated colors for dramatic effect.

Weapons: He is trained in blades of all kinds. Though he much prefers to use claws and teeth. Most battles he has been in he has fought in his dragon form.Other: Hades has silver, gold and blue. The stones that he normally wears are blue labradorite, any kind of opal and rainbow moonstone.

History

Family: Dragan(Father/Deceased), Emrys(Mother/Deceased), Alexander(Brother/Deceased), Many other for the moment unnamed siblings that are all deceased, Sansa(Sister), Gra Dorch(Uncle/surrogate father), Lucius(Eldest son/Deceased), Titus(Second son/Deceased), Many other for the moment unnamed children that all died in the war

Friends: Arawn(King of Spring court), Silver(Human male), Amilia and Delbert Swiftwater(Married shifter couple), Alasdair( Rival and his brothers reincarnation), Havok O’chroi( The Misfit King), Alistair Bylilly(The Ringmaster)

Past Relationships:Hades doesn’t really have any serious romantic relationships from his past. He had a tendency to help rejected females through their heats which is how he had all his children. Though the woman stayed in his home with him until the children were grown, he never had any feelings beyond platonic friendship with them.

Past: Born when Croi was in its infancy, Hades got to watch the world become what it is today. His early life was one spent in his father and mothers home with his siblings. His best friend and partner in crime was his younger brother Alexander. Though everyone generally called him Alex, the two brothers were thick as thieves. Grant, this would change when their father picked Alexander to start the dragonic royal family. It was then that the two would see less of each other but still remain close. 

Hades had always been curious about the world around him. At first he was only allowed to explore The Spine as his father wanted him close to home. This was something that Hades didn’t have much of an issue with. He knew that things could be dangerous from him outside of their lands for him. So he would explore and meet many people, not all of which were dragons. This would broaden his horizons and make him very aware of how some would reject their mates for petty reasons. 

The dragon would return home and talk to his father about what could be done to help them. There were a few ideas and Hades came up with one that would work for him. Though he didn’t feel sexual attraction for most people he did enjoy sex and had a high sex drive. With that in mind he built a house with a large nursery and enough space to house a single female, himself any children that came from here during her heats. Though there was no romantic love between him and these females, he did respect them and care for them platonically. He was also a good father, always putting his children first.  Over the years there would be many females and countless children, though it was the first two sons that left the largest impact on him in the beginning.

Lucius and Titus were thick as thieves, much like himself and his own brother were before. Though an accident would take Lucius from them far too soon. The boys had been playing in the woods near the house when one of the tainted ones came out of nowhere in a rage. The tainted fire dragon burned half the child's body in its rage. It was the blood curdling scream as Titus ran into the house that alerted the adults.

Hades rushed out, shifting into his dragonic form as he went. It was easy to find the raging dragon and it was plain to see that this one was too far gone. The insanity that was given by the Mad God was too deep for this to be saved. Death would be a mercy and so Hades made quick work of him. After that he shifted to his humanoid form to look for his son. 

When he found Lucius he screamed in agony. His boy, his wonderful little boy, had severe burns on half his body. There were places where the flesh was completely gone leaving bare bone visible. The acrid, almost putrid odor of burnt flesh filled his nostrils. Falling to his knees beside his son, tears swelled and spilled over. It was then he noticed that Lucius was still breathing. Oh gods, his son was still alive, but not for long. There was no way to save him from death.

Very carefully, the dragon picked up his son and cradled him. He was only 500 years old, to a human Lucius would have appeared to be no older than ten. This was not supposed to happen! Their lands should have been safe! They were on temple lands even if it was at the very edge. Slowly he got up and started to carry his son home. The boy's breath was shallow and Hades counted the seconds between each breath. He knew his son wasn’t gonna make it home alive, there was no way.“ Daddy, thank you for coming to get me. I’m not scared while you're holding me.” His voice was so quiet, so small. Hades held his son a little bit tighter and the silent tears were close to becoming echoing sobs. This was his boy, his bright little boy and he could feel life slowly leaving him. Lucius’s limbs were slowly becoming cold and his breathing became weaker still. They were so close to the house and yet he could feel it. As Lusius took his last breath the almost silent crying turned to echoing pain filled sobs. 

Hades doesn’t remember much of what followed. Part of him remembers his father coming and taking his son's half-burned corpse out of his arms. There was a funeral, the start of a burial mound at the edge of the clearing. The whole family had come bearing their condolences. It was hard to register anything as he was barely coming to terms with his little boy's death. It took years for him to come out of the numbness and to have more children. Titus always seemed to resent him and never sought to reconnect. As much as Hades tried, he could not say that he was the best father to Titus. The ones that came after he did not make the same mistakes and they adored their father.

The next major event would come while on a trip with his brother Alexander. The once king had given the crown to his own eldest son some time ago. They had decided to go to another world to get away from things for a while. Though they never made it to another world as they were attacked by a group of Jabberwocks. The beasts would surround them and wound them both badly before they were able to get back to Croi.

Hades passed out from his wounds and when he woke was told that his brother was dead. Alexander had carried his brother out of the mist only to die shortly after from his wounds. That was another funeral that the dark dragon would remember very little about. Despite his brother being a light dragon they had always been very close. It was like losing a piece of himself all over again. 

As the years passed he would keep helping the rejected females through heats and having children. The little ones kept him busy and it meant that he couldn’t disconnect from the world. Part of him worried that if he did disconnect he would never come back. Though, his race just about completely stopped having children at his fathers advice. Dragan knew something was coming and that they would need to prepare for the coming storm.

During this time Hades was dispatched to the Spring court to serve as a diplomat. There he would befriend a young elven prince by the name of Arawn. The Spring Prince reminded that dragon of his brother that had died several thousand years earlier. He would remain the Diplomat there until the war started. His father requested that Hades stay out of the fighting. Something that he very begrudgingly did. Everyone he knew was in this war and that included all his children. 

As the war raged things would get worse before they got better. Though by the end it could get no worse for the dragons at least that was what they thought. Hades would spend several weeks after that final battle flying over the battlefield looking for his children. The first few he had found were still alive, but on death's door. He would sit with them, curling around them in his dragon form as that was the form they were in as well. There was nothing he could do to save them, but they would at the very least not die alone. Once they passed he would take their bodies home to add to the burial mound. All his children and their mothers would also come to rest in the mound on his lands. 

After that he left Croi and went to earth to travel. There was nothing in Croi for him and Earth's Supernatural being had come out into the open. No longer living in secret, they now lived with the humans in an uneasy coexistence. In the years that he spent on earth he traveled to every continent and experienced almost every culture. A few years would also be spent living with his uncle and his wife Akina. It was during this time that he came to miss Croi and decided to return home. Things were bound to have gotten better, at least that was what he told himself.

He and his uncle would go together as Gra Dorcha had not been home in some time either. Upon returning they were met with terrible news. Dragan was dead and the remaining dragons were unable to have children. The only exception to this was Hades and his baby sister Sansa. She was only 1500, still a teen and yet she had taken up the mantle of leading what remained of their people while he was gone. There was no one over 3000 other than himself and Nasica. Said nature dragon had been serving as his sister's advisor while he was away. 

Hades knew he didn’t have the temperament to be a ruler. He was far too inclined to eat people that he didn’t agree with. Just the thought of ruling left a bitter taste in his mouth. In the end all agreed that it was best to leave leading their dying people to Sansa. There were a few babies born before his fathers death, so that was something at least. The dark dragon would return to his lands, lands that he had shared with his father to find them tainted. He was immune to the taint and so went about restoring his home to how it had been before he left. He has remained there for the most part other than to visit with friends.

A visit to Dark Wood to see how the Shadowkin were fairing. It was then that he discovered the mutant elves and their small town of mud huts and a single stone mansion. There were places where he could see stone buildings that looked to be housing being built. This was not what he was expecting to find as when he had been here last only the Shadowkin and their underground city. Now there was this little town right in the center of the forest. 

After a few minutes of these misfit elves looking at him a man came out of the mansion. Hades blinked as he was approached by an elven half dragon. Havok had information that was not well known and Hades knew he needed to listen. He let the half dragon lead him into the mansion and they had dinner. It seemed that a vast majority of the towns citizens were living in the mansion until the houses were completed. This half dragon had to be their leader as they also made sure dinner was done for them to talk.

As they ate the half dragon explained his story and how he had found this place. Apparently this half dragon had been born a sickly full blooded elf. His parents were approached by Dragan, the god saying that his dying breath would be used to heal their son. Why, though? Why would his father heal this elf and make him into a half dragon? It didn’t make sense, unless he meant to do more than that? If that was the case though, what had he meant to do? A puzzle that would need to be solved eventually one that they didn’t have all the pieces for. 

Once dinner was over and he finished his business Hades returned home. He found that he had received a letter from his friend King Arawn. An invite to his youngest daughter's birthday and a notice of urgent business. That dragon wasn’t one for Elven parties, it was all very extravagant and boring. Still, there was also something of urgency so he would go. What awaited him there was to be life changing in the most unexpecting of ways.

Personality

Temperament: By those that don’t know him he is cold and sometimes cruel. The truth is that unless you have his loyalty and affection you are nothing to him. This means that he is the last person that a stranger wants to come to about their problems as he simply doesn’t care. All remark on his sassy dramatic and fluency in sarcasm. For people that don’t know him he is an abhorrent creature that should be avoided at all cost. Those that know him however are very aware that the prickliness is just for show. Individuals that know him personally and have won his loyalty and friendship can bully Hades into just about anything. For his children and their mother he is willing to drop everything to help them with whatever they need. The grumpy sass and sarcasm is still present, but they don’t take it personally. They would describe him as a dramatic grumpy teddy bear.

Traits: Sassy, Sarcastic, Grumpy, Cold, Cruel, Loyal, Affectionate

Likes: Music, Books, Jewelry, Forget-Me-Nots, Red Spider Lilies

Dislikes: Most People, Bigots, Loved ones being in danger

#bios

[gotnofucks]

Lover’s Quarrel

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win. 

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers, violence, killings and murders (but reader cannot die, it’s weird. She has some sorta powers that help her revive when she’s been murdered), language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Is this crack fic? Idk. Maybe?

The sixth time Steve killed you, you decided he needed to be dealt with in a similar way. It doesn’t matter that he cannot come back from the dead like you. He just needed to go. You were tired of him offing you every time he felt threatened by your existence. But this was the last straw. He had pushed you off the Quinjet while flying home from a mission and you’d fallen into the lake and drowned. You would NOT recommend dying that way.

Bucky had dragged out your dead body and watched over you as the blessing of the necromancer worked its magic over you and brought you back to the world of the living. The first words out of your mouth as you spewed out water were, “I am going to kill your best friend and you can’t be mad at me for that.”

Bucky, far too happy to have you back – poor guy still mourned every time you died – ignored your comment and pulled you into a hug. He’d never quiet gotten used to seeing you die. You patted his back, muttering a few there-there’s until he was calm enough to press quivering kisses on your head and temple.

“You need to stop dying.” He said into your hair, holding you close.

“I would not be dying if your best friend didn’t murder me every time! He is a menace, Buck!” You cried in exasperation. The said best friend was watching you from a few yards away, and he rolled his eyes as your words reached him. He scoffed loud enough for you to hear and you sharply turned your head to glare at him.

“You!” You shouted, quickly standing up and marching over to him. “You rascal!” And then you pried out your wet shoe from your feet and threw it at his stunned face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit his face but smacked against his chest, leaving the wet print of your soles against his far too tight t-shirt. He gaped at you open mouthed before baring his teeth in warning.

“Oh god, every time you come alive again, you’re even more awful than before!” Steve shouted, and then just because he is fucking drama queen, he threw out his hands. You sneered before turning to look at Bucky meaningfully, the most obvious ‘see what a dick he is’ look on your face.

Bucky shuffled uneasily, caught between your quarrel once again. He came behind you and gave you his jacket to wear to shield you from the cold. And just like that, your anger melted a little. Somehow, with his steel blue eyes, Bucky Barnes could sooth every wound you’d ever had. Even those given to you by Steve Rogers.

“I am so sorry. I should have seen what he was about to do. I wouldn’t have ever let you fall had I known.” He apologized and you swore your heart physically quivered. You pulled Bucky into a hug, hiding your face in his chest, savoring his arms coming around you to hold you tighter. You could have stayed in his embrace forever, but it was an annoyed groan that ripped you both apart.

“Is there any way you can stay dead a little longer?” Steve asked, breaking your moment. “I mean, I’ve tired a bullet and knife and water and poison. What can I do that you’d be gone for just a little longer?”

He was worked up, a red flush creeping on his face and neck. Pacing, he was muttering, and you wondered for the millionth time how Bucky could be friends with him. He was just so extra! You wanted to tell him to shove a stick up his ass, along with the one already there when he turned swiftly like the wind and threw a dagger at you. A metal hand caught it before it could hit you and you were pulled into the warmth of Bucky’s body quickly.

“Steve! Cut it out.” Bucky yelled, glaring at Steve. “You will not kill her again. I don’t care if she can come back alive again. You won’t hurt her.”

With that, he dropped the dagger on the ground and walked away with you. Unable to resist, you looked over you shoulder and flipped Steve off. Fucker could kill you a hundred times and yet he would not be able to do anything. As far as you were concerned, Bucky was as much your best friend as his. And if Steve Rogers couldn’t control his jealousy without trying to behead you every time he felt you were stealing Bucky from him, you would just have to make his death look like an accident.

“I don’t think I need to tell you that you can’t kill him either?” Bucky said teasingly, his eyes soft and fond. “I need you both to survive.”

You groaned, bumping your shoulder in his and snuggling into him as a cold breeze hit your wet clothes. He could read you like an open book.

“You are no fun Barnes.”

There was rubble and fires and shrieks. Natasha was yelling in Russian as she ran about with a fire extinguisher and Clint crawled out of his vents to help Bruce out who was turning a dangerous shade of green. Tony was sitting in the ruins of his kitchen, his mouth half open as he spied on the ensuing battle in the middle of it.

Sam was using his shield to push Steve away who was shouting curses that had probably not been invented yet. Bucky was holding you back by your middle, yelling in your ear to calm the fuck down but all you could think of to do was smacking Steve’s face with that chair that was currently on fire. You suppose once everyone was calm, you’d feel guilty about your part in destroying the Avengers kitchen but right now that wasn’t important.

What was important was that Steve had tried to kill you. Again. He had actually thrown a fucking grenade at you. You barely had the time to kick it away where it exploded in the kitchen and then Steve was on you, calling you a bitch in all the 9 languages he knew.

“Calm the hell down, Steve!” Sam yelled, struggling to keep Steve at bay from you. You were glad to see that Steve’s nose was busted. That will teach the bastard to ‘look down his nose’ on you now.

“She pierced my ears! The fucking bitch pierced my goddamn ears!” Steve yelled. Even you had to admit, the golden hoops looked amazing dangling from his ears. Just perfect.

“You are lucky I didn’t stick a knitting needle in your eye Rogers!” You sassily replied, “The only reason you’re still in one piece is because I promised my best friend that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

The muscles in Steve’s arms tensed and Sam groaned, barely keeping his own footing. A dark shadow seemed to have crawled over Steve’s face, turning the blues of his eyes an angry shade and had you been a weaker person, you would have trembled. This was the face of someone who had stood against armies alone and came out victorious. But for all you cared, he could kiss your ass.

“He is MY best friend. Mine. Not yours, not anyone else’s. Bucky Barnes is mine and I will kill you a thousand times until it sinks in your thick skull!” Steve growled. You scowled, a scathy remark bubbling on the tip of your tongue when you suddenly stopped. Why say when you can show? So, looking Steve directly in the eyes, you went limp in Bucky’s arms, turned around and cupped his face. And then you kissed his cheek.

Steve let out a strangled cry behind you, but you focused on Bucky who was blinking in disbelief at your audacity. And so, just for the heck of it, you kissed his other cheek. And then his forehead.

“Bucky Barnes, you are my best friend and always will be!” You said, hugging the life out of him. You heard Steve break away from Sam, heard Bucky yell out a curse and holding you protectively as his jealous pal came rushing to claim him. And all through that and the chaos that ensued later, you just smiled broadly.

Tony was giving a lecture, and he sucked. He gesticulated too much for your liking, and you really didn’t like how he kept emphasizing things by looking pointedly at you. It wasn’t even that much of a big deal, and even if it was, it was not your fault. Like every other time, the only person who could be held responsible was the blond super soldier sitting beside you, wearing the same shade of annoyance on his face as yours.

“I repeat” said Tony, his hair askew, “we do not use Friday to settle idiotic, absolutely ridiculous personal vendettas!”

“You have Friday tell you how pretty you look every day!” You countered and Tony slammed his hand on the table.

“Because I am!” He huffed. “You, on the other hand, stopped a mission in the middle to ask Friday who had a higher score! I mean, what the actual fuck? And what score?”

Steve had the decency to look at least a little sheepish. You however didn’t put up with any of that nonsense. It was his idea anyway, and you wouldn’t take the fall for him. Not when Tony looked murderous like this.

“Rogers bet me he’d take down more enemies than me. We only asked Friday to keep a count. I had literally nothing to do with it.”

Tony turned the ire of his glare at Steve who was too busy giving you a dirty look. He was just pissed you won, and that Bucky had spent the entire ride back tending to your wounds rather than Steve’s. It wasn’t your fault his jealous ass always threw a fit whenever he saw you and Bucky together.

“You said the team could use Friday as we saw fit.” Steve said, though he did look a little guilty. It wasn’t like him to lose command and control. Even when he’d been Captain America, he had never let anything rattle him. Not until you had come prancing in his life and stealing his best friend.

“I said the team could use Friday, not stop everything in the middle of a high risk mission to see who has a bigger dick.” Tony said, and then he just collapsed in his chair. Poor guy had been working too hard to carry the team forward, and in that moment, even you felt guilty. Your rivalry with Steve shouldn’t have to affect everyone else, not when they had been so welcoming and loving to you ever since you joined.

You walked over to Tony and dropped a kiss on his head, caressing his hair. “I am sorry Tones. You won’t have more trouble from me.”

Tony looked at you as if seeing an angel. He looked at you as if you were the solution to all his troubles. Despite every furniture of his you’d broken and set fire to, he was so grateful to have one sane voice between them. Cupping your hands, he looked imploringly at you and asked, “Really? You’re gonna stop fighting with Steve?”

At that, you solemnly nodded and patted his hand gently. Poor him and the poor team going through hell because you and Steve couldn’t settle your differences. It was obvious what had to be done.

“Of course I will” You said magnanimously, because of course you were the better of the two. “Steve just needs to find another best friend and there won’t be any reason to fight anymore.”

If any of them had been drinking water, they would have spit it out. Since they didn’t, they just kind of choked on their saliva and sputtered at you in absolute disbelief. Tony actually looked betrayed and Steve seemed to have licked a lemon, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

“She” He said, voice thick with contempt, “needs to go away. We can launch her in outer space or somewhere from where she can never return. You know why? Because Bucky is my best friend. Since we were yay high!” And he raised his arms a foot off the ground to show just how high.

And just like that, the moment was gone. Rogers opened his mouth and any goodwill you had had went poof. So, you did the only reasonable thing any sane person would do right now and that was to flip him off and call him a pig. You knew he was inching to strangle you; you could see his fingers twitch. A part of you was anticipating it, for Bucky would never forgive him for killing you again. Just as he would have lunged at you, push Tony out of the way and did you away for good, Bucky burst into the room with the expression of a cantankerous 100 year old grandpa who had had enough with the world.

“For fucks sake! Just shut up you both!” He yelled and paced the room. His eyes were bloodshot and hair disheveled, a clear sign that your rivalry was taking a heavy toll on him. Steve opened his mouth to say something when Bucky raised a finger to shush him. “No no no! You listen to me you oblivious, utter moronic fucklets!”

Your mouth dropped open. Bucky never cursed at you. He had never called you a fucklet before.

“You two need to stop. You hear me? You need to STOP!” He raked a hand through his hair before kicking the ground in frustration. “I can’t eat. I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking breathe without you both arguing over who is a better friend to me. So, here’s an idea. Instead of fucking me over in the middle of your sexual tension, why don’t you find a room and fuck each other? Because I tell you now, I cannot fucking take it!”

Silence sat pregnant in the room. You blinked at Bucky. Steve blinked at Bucky. Tony blinked at Bucky. And Bucky didn’t blink at all.

“That – uh – what?” You said, eloquent as ever. “That is so stupid.” And you laughed awkwardly.

Steve glanced at you and then stammered, “What? That – I haven’t – that has nothing to do with it. She and I – what?”

You both found each other’s eye, quickly looked away and just became silent. The tension in the air was suffocating you, and a terrible heat was settling in your stomach. Without another word, you walked out of the room, muttering about how ridiculous the whole idea was. The three men watched your exit, and a moment later, Steve left too, still very much in disbelief.

Tony and Bucky sighed, sitting across from each other and just taking in the fact that the elephant in the room had finally been address. A moment later, Tony began drumming on the desk, looking up at the ceiling.

“I couldn’t have put it any better myself.”

You felt antsy, as if staying one more moment in your room would drive you mad. You kept jerking your legs and arms, a weird restlessness in every action of yours. What the hell was Bucky saying? The sheer nerve to imply that you…you and Steve had some sort of feelings for each other. You hadn’t heard that kinda crap since you nursed your nephew who’d had diarrhea.

The only reason you and Steve fought was because you wanted Bucky. He was supposed to be your best friend, and clearly it was his inability to decide who he preferred more that had led you here. And to pretend, on top of that, that it was you who was at fault was just ridiculous. As if you’d touch Steve Rogers with a ten foot pole.

But…would you? You suppose he couldn’t be that bad to touch. He did have gorgeous eyes that got all dark and dilated when he fought with you. And his breath hitched when you got him mad and he bit his lip to stop from cursing you and he flushed a very becoming shade of red that started from his cheeks and disappeared down the neckline on his tight shirts that –

Holy fuck!

The realization rocked your world. What the hell? When you thought about it again, it seemed as if you’d just described Steve being aroused. Did you really fight him and got him mad to stimulate yourself? Oh god. Bucky was right. You wanted to fuck Steve.

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. You quickly changed into your work out gear and rushed to the gym, intent on sweating out whatever feelings you might have for Steve. After all, nothing says fuck you like imagining someone’s face on a punching bag and just going to town on it. Thankfully, when you arrived the gym was empty.

You’d been working on your stretches for only a few minutes when your worst nightmare entered the gym. He probably had the same idea as you and froze the moment your eyes met. His blue eyes narrowed at you and you stood up straight. You hated Bucky for putting the thought in your head. Now all you could think of was tackling Steve to the ground and fucking him senseless. You still wanted to beat him, but in a very different way.

As Steve entered, his eyes fixed to your form, you decided it was time to leave. After that fiasco in front of Tony, you didn’t think yourself capable of talking to Steve. Staying alone with him was something you didn’t trust yourself with. So you picked up your bag and started for the door when his voice stopped you.

“Running away? Am I to believe that there is something that finally scares you?”

Anger, red hot anger simmered under your veins when you turned to face him again. He had a mocking smirk on his face that made you grit your teeth. His eyes, dark and challenging beckoned you to him, but they didn’t hold resentment there either. Something between you had changed today. The very air around you was different, thick with tension and apprehension that had your nerves tingling.

“Scared?” You scoffed, dropping your bag on the matted floor and walking until you stood right before him. He towered over you in height, but he’d never been able to actually look down at you. “Me, scared of you? You wish Rogers.”

One corner of his lips lifted up, and he put his hands on you. One hand hooked around your waist and pulled you closer, the other trailing a finger down the side of your face to your neck, following the path down your arm until his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Oh, I so do wish” He whispered and his lips met yours. You rose up on your toes, mashing your body against his and mapping the planes of his body with your palms. The smell of his sweat and soap surrounded you, your arms coming to hold him around the shoulders as he hitched you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Like everything in your relationship, the kiss was explosive. You didn’t melt against each other like people do in books; you collided like two warring armies intent on conquering the other. You collided like night and day, basking your surroundings in the dawn and dusk of your lust. Steve took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, smiling as you shamelessly moaned.

“What do you say?” He asked, pushing you against the wall, his hardness digging between the heated center of your legs.

You pulled him closer, letting your lips trail over his jaw and neck before you branded him with a quick bite. “You’ve always been so aggressive Steve, let’s see you let loose some other way. I sure do hope you fuck better than you fight though, or I’ll just be disappointed.”

Steve growled, kissing you again as he ground his cock against you, trapping you between the wall and his hard body that prevented any escape. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, meeting the firm muscles on his abdomen that rippled under you. He pulled back just enough to allow you to remove your clothes, his own being flung sideways without any care.

Even before, you’d never thought of Steve as anything but beautiful, but now, seeing him in all his glory, you could only look him up and down in appreciation. He was trembling slightly, as if holding himself back with effort, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You both looked at each other, naked and unashamed before frantically coming together. His hands were everywhere, squeezing your ass and thighs as his lips pulled at your breast.

Your fingers rolled his nipples softly until he moaned, and then you pinched them. He jerked under your touch, kicking the back of your knees so you collapsed down, and he covered your body with his. Anger, arousal, lust and longing, all emotions built together in a storm of incoherent desire that had you both rolling over each other, fighting for dominance and power. Steve pinned you down with effort, holding your wrists in one hand over your head as he gave a smug smile to you.

“Will you finally surrender today?” He asked, positioning his cock at your entrance that was drenched. You would have loved to taste him, to have him taste you, but as of now, all you wanted was for him to slide inside you. You hungered for him, burnt for his touch. For years you’d been left wanting, and now with the prize so near, you weren’t about to wait any longer.

“The only surrender today will be yours.” You whispered sweetly before slamming your head against his. Steve jerked hard in surprise, allowing you the opportunity to free your hands and roll over him. You sat on his pelvis proudly, his throbbing member right underneath you and as he blinked at you, stunned, you rose up over his tip and slowly sunk down.

Steve groaned as your wet channel fell like velvet heat along his shaft. You had never been so full before. He stretched your limits, as he had always done, and you decided you very much preferred rendering him speechless like this under you than your usual punches and throws. His hands dug into your waist, helping you bounce on his cock and you threw your head back at the feeling.

It was a beautiful ache, one that took your breath away. As you rolled your hips and clenched down there, Steve’s voice rose in appreciation and you grinned. You finally had the golden boy at your mercy. You fucked him, changing your pace to punish him, never letting him up. For every time he killed you, you bit on his lips and neck, marking him. It was punishment and cherishing, a culmination of feelings you didn’t understand.

“Touch me.” You brokenly said, and his fingers found your nub. The slapping of skin, the sounds of debauchery and the smell of sin filled the air. You leaned over him to meet his lips, the heat in your gut bubbling until you snapped and came atop him, falling blissfully. It was one moment of weakness and the world titled, Steve having finally pushing you on your back.

“You’ve always been strong, because I’d hate to break you when the fun has only just begun.” He said and thrust into you hard and fast. He was an animal in heat, a man possessed, and you didn’t mind one bit. You met his every thrust with a raise of your hips, you clawed at his back until he bled, your lips tasting of the salt of sweat and tears and desire. He brought you impossibly closer, looking right into your eyes as he took you.

For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t get enough of his grunts and moans, of the breathy whispers of your name that slipped between curses, of the way his lashes would flutter over the dark blues that kept your eyes captive. He had you completely in that moment, mind and body; and for some reason, his gaze felt infinitely more intimate than his cock that was currently spearing you open. You keened in pleasure, whimpering as he touched your overly sensitive clit and had you coming again.

A minute later, he twitched inside you, his warmth flooding your core and you sighed. You laid entangled and sweaty, both of you spent and tired and yet completely overtaken by the urge to be closer still. To think this is what you’d both missed for all these years.

“So, what do you say, still feeling aggressive?” Steve asked and you looked at him with a grin that you couldn’t have suppressed had you wanted to. Oh yes, some battles were never meant to end, but they sure could be altered to meet new demands.

“With you? Always.” You replied, kissing him deep until he couldn’t think of anything but you. “Just remember one thing.”

“Oh yeah, what?”

“I am still a better best friend to Bucky. I did fuck you to keep him happy after all.”

Steve frowned darkly and before you could blink, he was over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I think this time I’d fuck some manners into you.”

“I think this time you should actually put your back into it. I did all the work before.” You taunted and he dived at you.

Meanwhile, in Tony Stark’s office

“Friday, what’s the score?” He asked smugly, offering Bucky the packet of blueberries. Bucky was sitting with his feet on the desk, a small smile on his face.

“I am afraid I am not at a liberty to say Boss.” Friday replied. If the AI could blush, she would.

“Seems like they are at an impasse.” Tony suggested, and Bucky shrugged, licking his lips.

“Well, some things never change.”

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