#gah i love needy and loud people

[thr0bbingcunt]

when they’re when they’re when they’re really whiney and you can feel and hear exactly what they like

making out and you drag your hands around their ass and you hear a little whine (when you go back to that spot later and squeeze they’ll moan)

kissing down her neck and you feel her bear and their neck and whine a little (if you keep sucking at that spot they’ll hold your head in place and tell you how much they want it)

groping his tits and they start blabbering and whining about how they want your mouth (if you do start sucking there they’ll start moaning and whining for more)

[han-shinsuke]

[ 🔞 ] m a k i z e n i n x f e m r e a d e r [‼️]

Exaggeratingly speaking, you were almost beaten into a pulp, like really. Tore hands’ bandages, few cuts on your skin, and a long shallow gash on your neck. It was only the beginning, they said. The first step towards death. You weren’t born with combative skills so it has been an easy task for them to knock you out of the ring with a single hit. In addition to the sufferings you’ve been through today, the newly appointed head of the Zenin clan made you stood in the target pit. She aimed a high calibre gun to your direction, firing directly at you. She surely gave you a lifetime reminder that you were no match for any opponents. With the skills you have, you better stay hidden. It’s just a gash but you bleed pretty bad.

“Maki, withdrawn you from the selection.” Mai Zenin, Maki’s sister, breaks the news for you. As expected, Maki decides everything for you. “She also relocated you to a new residence. You will be transferred tomorrow.”

Mai gives you a tap on your shoulder before leaving your room in the Zenin Household.

You touched the patch on your neck, stared at the ceiling and let out an exasperated sigh. Maki is clearly kicking you out of her life. You’re nothing but a cargo for her. You were no longer the teen she needed to look out for. You are on your own now. You must, at least, thank her for taking care of you when your parents died in a mission.

You packed your things first before heading out to talk to her privately. You banged her door, slid it open and jumped in as if nothing happened during the training today. She was already in her bed, holding a book, reading thoroughly between the pages.

“Maki!” you greeted cheerfully. As you should. She exhales tiredly, closing the book.

You sat on the end of her bed, back against her view. “What are you here for? I believe Mai have already told you.”

“She did told me. I’m just here to say thank you for all those years you spent with me. And also, I like you 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, Maki. No matter how many times you tried to kick me out.”

You clutched on your chest and prevent the low whimper to escape your lips. So what if you shared the same gender? So what if she had undergone a surgery to remove her mammary gland. So what if she dated sophisticated women but never tried to gamble on you? Okay. You are not worth the risk. You are not her type.

“You said you’ll kill me if I end up liking you for real, about earlier, you purposely targeted me, right? You still remember what I said to you when I was eighteen, that I would ask you out. I’m twenty three now, so that was five years ago.” how come you still managed to laugh about it?

“And I’m seven years older than you, Y/N.” you turned to her. She was leaning her back on the headboard while staring at you.

“You care so much about numbers, Maki!” you pouted your lips and turned your back on her. Gah! You were screaming internally! Maki’s pixie haircut suited her well! “I would be really glad if you at least fuck me, ma’am before I leave for tomorrow.” You were supposed to keep those thoughts to yourself but you happened to say it loud.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” you were startled when her voice boomed.

You raised from where you were seated, laughed maniacally and gave her a peace sign. “Oops! Sorry, Maki!” you were about to walk out but she stopped you.

“Fine. Come here.” She removed her eyeglasses. In a very fuckingly seductive manner! “come sit on my lap.” Also removed the warm comforter covering her lower body.

“You are so pretty, Maki!” you exclaimed before jumping on her like a kid you once were. She’s wearing a matching black pajama and damn! Zenin looks much prettier at close range!

“Do you even know how to kiss?” she’s not blinking while her hands are groping your sides.

You clapped on her face then told her about the guys you kissed before. “But I know you can kiss better than those men, Maki.” You leaned to her, brushing your lips against hers.

“I didn’t know you desire me this bad, Y/N.” a lustful look before the kiss you have been waiting for.

You held onto her shoulders, tilting your head paralleled to her. You were higher than her this time so you were in control of the kiss. You caved in her lips inside your mouth. Flexing what you have learned from your previous flings. Maki groaned in your mouth. Gripping your waist ever tightly than before. She tastes mint with a hint of sweetness. You opened your mouth a bit wider when Maki tried initiating a different pace. Her hands left your waist. It crawled inside your shirt, cupping your small breasts as soon as she dominates over the kiss.

“Maki~” you breathed helplessly when she latch on your neck. Licking a certain spot up and down. Her hands are not leaving your bosoms, in particular, your erected nipplesx she keeps pinching and tugging. “Aahh, shit, Maki!” you stopped her face first dipping comfortably on your neck before turning to her hands that seems enjoying it stay on your chest.

“What?” she asked against your lips.

“I would love to feel your skin on me. Can we get naked now?” you breathed again. What a desperate shit you are?

“Okay,” she laughed. Rolling you off your shell. Maki unbuttoned her pajama tops after you got naked on her lap.

The heat have risen to another level so you found yourself humping on her lap while she was basically devouring your titsx.

“Gosh, Maki! Bite me again please aah!” you lifted your body and pushed more of yourself to her hot mouth. Maki started sucking and biting you loudly and you moaned loudly as well.

You felt so fucking hot when her saliva drip down from your chest down to your navel. She’s creating a real mess out of you. And you fucking love it.

When she’s done painting your chest with her spittles, Maki went back to your lips, kissing you torridly. You protruded your tongue inside her mouth and she sucked it so good that you started sneaking a hand inside her panty to feel her wetness. Maki gasped from your boldness but she didn’t stop kissing you. You smiled against her lips before sliding your thumb between her slit. It’s your turn to gasp, you even moaned from how slick she felt on your touch.

“Y/N, stop torturing yourself.” said Maki as she pulled your hand out of her undergarments.

Before you could ask, Maki carried you in her arms towards the round table near the glass wall of her room. No one’s gonna see what you two were doing since the space from the other side are nothing but plants and flowers.

Maki put you atop of the table, spreading your legs apart. She can see how wet you were for her so she excitedly kneel down on the floor to lick your leaking folds.

“More, Maki~ more please~” you were deliriously squirming on the table when she started lapping you there, sucking your clitx loudly, popping a finger in and out of your tight anusx.

In just a minute, you drenched the table with your thick arousal but Maki didn’t stop rubbing her mouth on your heat. She kept doing her job. Giving your other lips frenchy that made you moan shit and that.

You were almost there when she stop licking you. You snapped at her.

“Fuck, Maki! Why?!” she just laughed.

“You, slut, spread your legs for me.” you followed her orders and spread wide for her while removing the last piece of cloth on her body.

Good thing that the round table can accommodate two people at the same so when she join you and hover her lower body on you to attach to your leaking lips, you worried yourself on how she would rock you in a very limited space.

But that’s Maki Zenin. She’s resourceful and skillfully talented.

In the end, you heard yourself moaning and crying her name from how well she grind and bump her cunt on yours like it’s nothing.

“Fuck, Y/N! You’re fucking dripping aahh!”

“More, Maki~ I’m near my peak aaahh~”

You helped yourself and mimicked her hips. You rubbed your cunt faster than her, grinding your drenched folds against her creaming ones. Maki breathed heavily and levelled with your pace and needy pumps. Rocking you harder and faster until you two come undone.

Maki kissed you on your lips and played with your titsx as she finished her loads. She went down from the tabletop and took something from her cabinet.

She adhered it near your convulsing body and it stands hard and proud.

Maki returned to her bed and smiled wickedly.

“Ride that thing, Y/N. You’ll look good on it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” your only reply before sitting your cunt around the long and thick dildo that Maki told you to ride.

On your last night in their residence, Maki made you ride it before fucking you again with it.

It may be your last night in the Zenin Household but not the last time you’d be crying her name from intense pleasure.

[littlestarrykenobi]

A Drink that Leads to More (Sugawara x reader 18+ fic)

Summary: A drink between coworkers leads to a little more with Sugawara Koshi.

Warnings: Implied alcohol consumption, spanking, degradation, NSFW

Word Count: 2112

You were putting the books back a little later than usual when Mr. Sugawara walked in with yet another stack of chapter books.

“Oh you have to be kidding me!” you laughed, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly pushed the library cart over to the little desk.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I had to wait until everyone was picked up before heading down here.”

“Fine, fine,” You sigh as you stand up from the low shelves, hiding a smirk as you watch him turn his face away quickly. “But since you’re the one causing me the issue, I expect you to help me fix it. Come on, take a scanner, we’re getting these checked in as quickly as possible alright?”

“Maybe we could… Go for a drink after?” he offered, a slight blush on his cheeks as he did as you instructed. “It’s a Friday after all and it’s not like I’m eager to stay in and grade spelling tests all night…”

“You know what? Sounds fun. Anyone joining us?”

“N-No I uh… Thought it’d be nice for it to just be the two of us.”

“Ah,” You muse, a blush on your cheeks as you avoid eye contact. “Yeah, sounds good actually.”

What you couldn’t have anticipated was exactly how much of a lightweight he would be. You giggled as you gave him water, kissing his forehead comfortingly as he leaned against you in the booth, already tipsy after the couple of drinks he’d had. He was still fine but you wanted him to slow down before he got any worse.

“I’m just a little dizzy is all,” he mumbled, blushing as he tried to sit up. “I can’t help that you make me so nervous.”

“Nervous?” You laugh, teasing him gently as you try to encourage his water consumption. “What would there be to be ner-“

He wrapped his beautiful long fingers around your wrist, staying your hand. “You’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And I know we can’t… The rules at the school… But gah, it’s… I don’t care what they might say. I’ve wanted to kiss you since you first transferred in here…”

He reached his other hand up, gently caressing your face with the back of his hand, feeling the curve of your cheek with a loving adoration.

“If you wanted to kiss me… why didn’t you say anything?” you whisper in response, grateful that you didn’t have to raise your voice as he leaned closer in to you.

“Does that mean you want to kiss me too, sugar?” he mumbled with a smirk, his lips ghosting yours.

You hum softly, pressing your lips to his as his arms go around your waist, pulling you closer as you ignore the rest of the world around you. As far as you’re concerned you’re the only two people in existence. He smelled like bourbon and firewood, his lips tasted like liquor an cherries and it was getting you more intoxicated by the second. Reluctantly you both pulled away for air, his eyes wide and all the stars in the sky had decided to settle right in those two lovely hazelnut orbs.

“Koshi,” you whispered, and he nodded before even knowing the question. “Back to my place?”

You squealed with laughter as he chased you from the car to your front door, picking you up from behind and spinning you up the stairs to the porch. You had both sobered up from the two light drinks you’d had at the bar, both now only drunk off the moment and the feeling of being together for the first time.

“Put me down Koshi!” You laughed as you grabbed your keys out from your jacket. “I have to unlock the door.”

“Oh don’t think you’ll get away from me that easily!” he laughed, letting you open the front door as he tugged on his tie, discarding it as soon as the two of you walked through the door. “We uh… We could watch a-“

He looked back over at you as you began to unbutton your dress shirt. He let out a shaky breath, trying not to let his eyes wander or linger for too long.

Oh.

“It’s that kind of party is it?” He teased as you flushed, the two of you having a race back to your bedroom, chuckling as he let you win, still smirking as you shut the door in his face. “Oh come on, sugar, open up…”

“Why should I?” You tease, stripping yourself of your shirt and fiddling with your pants as you pressed your back to the door.

“I’ll give you what you want, what we both want, but you have to open the door,” He purred, pressing his forehead and his hands to the door, imagining what state of undress you must be in by this point. “I won’t bite… hard… unless you want me to?”

He could imagine you blushing, letting out a low growl as he jiggled the doorknob. “Oooh you didn’t lock it did you? You want me to come in, just admit it,” he teased.

You had already left the door, choosing to lounge back on the bed waiting for him to finally break the rules he’d set for himself. If he walked in right now… if you two did this… the relationship you two had before, as colleagues and friends, would change forever. And luckily for the both of you… he was more than ready to change that status.

“Fine if you won’t say it out loud, I’ll pull it from those gorgeous lips of yours,” He chuckled, summoning his courage as he pushed the door open. He could have melted at the sight, already feeling weak at the knees at the sight of you, just in your underwear as you laid back in the low light of your room. “Oh baby I’m going to give you what you need.”

“And what’s it that I need?” You tease as he strips his dress shirt off, letting you see his still toned body. Even now that he was nearing thirty, he’d kept up exercising that was clearly paying off. Not completely chiseled by any means, his body was toned, almost like a swimmer’s body. His frame was still slender, his arms clearly a point of pride as he stalked over to the bed, grabbing your legs behind your knees and dragging your ass to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees as he kissed your stomach down to the waistband of your underwear.

“Just shut up,” he chuckled, fingers hooking on your underwear, pulling them off slowly, planting kisses along every new inch exposed as he pulled the inconvenient cloth away. “Unless you really want me to stop because… I want to make you my toy…”

Suga finally pulled the clothing off you, flinging it to the side with a smirk. “I can tell you,” He chuckled. “You won’t be needing these for a while. God you look so fucking gorgeous…”

He kisses around your sex, always just brushing over where you want him. “Oh, is this for me?” He teased, running his fingers along the evidence of your arousal. “Aren’t I special? I didn’t even know I had so much power over you, princess, but let me tell you I’m not complaining…”

Suga’s warm lips finally pressed a kiss to your sex, chuckling as he realized how much it affected you but not wanting to stop to tease right yet. He had plenty of work to do, that was for certain. He kissed and licked and sucked, bringing you as close to orgasm as possible before backing off, reveling in how you whined for him, one hand keeping his pace going as he slid his own pants off.

“Oh no, sugar, you don’t get to finish yet. I want this first time to be special… to be… together.”

He pressed two fingers against your opening, moaning sweetly as your body welcomed him with little resistance, whispering a string of cuss words as he stroked himself, leaning over your body with his head on your shoulder. “Good baby doll,” He muttered as he began to slowly move his fingers in and out of your waiting sex, pressing a third in as soon as he felt you were ready. “Good… good…”

He moaned as he saw how slick his fingers were becoming with need, a shiver running down his spine. “Fine, I-I think you’re… ready…”

He lined his cock up to your entrance, sucking the slick off his fingers eagerly before tilting your chin up to look into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful…” Sugawara whispered as he pressed into you, a strangled moan following his words almost immediately. “You’re so… fucking… shit… you’re so tight! Fuck that’s not what I want to… say…”

Panting, struggling to breathe as he let you adjust to his girth. He wanted nothing more than to take you fast, passionately and deeply as he left a perfect you shaped crater in the mattress but he held himself back, wanting to try to make love to you before taking you like the caged animal he was. He let his head roll back, eyes fluttering shut as he finally began to slowly move, your knees on either side of his hips, his hands resting on top of them as he tried to balance and pace himself.

“You… have been on my mind for, shit, so fucking long now… And God damn you’re… Fuck… I’m never letting you go fuck you look so pretty taking my cock like that…”

Your moans were like the sweetest music to his ears, loving how you contorted under him as he gained speed, muttering teasing things in your ear before he pulled out, ruining another building orgasm as he flipped you onto your stomach, pushing you further up the bed as he mounted you from behind.

“Fuck your ass looks so good…” he whispered before landing a firm smack on your exposed flesh, chuckling as you cried out. “Don’t you remember I used to play volleyball? I still remember how to spike, sugar.”

His voice was low, his breathing deep and controlled as he realigned himself with your waiting fuckhole. “That’s a good little slut,” he purred in your ear, predatory and demanding. “Take my fat cock like a good whore.”

He spanked you again and again as he fucked you, pressing your face into the mattress as he threw out his ideas of a sweet and gentle love. He wasn’t able to hold back nearly as well as he’d believed himself capable but he was too needy to care. “That’s a good slut,” He muttered, letting out a cry as you clenched down on him. “Good… Fuck… Cum for me baby do it,” he demanded, reaching around to play with your sex as he felt his own climax fast approaching.

He moved one hand quickly, forcing your head back just enough to be able to look at how your eyes rolled back as you came for him. That was the image he’d been looking for, the last thing to send him over the edge as he rapidly pulled out, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he shot three long sticky strands over your ass and back, panting still as he let you collapse into the bed.

“I-I’m so… fuck… sorry…” he mumbled, reaching quickly for a tissue. “I-I’ll clean you up and…”

His hands shook, chuckling softly as his cheeks reddened. “you did look… more beautiful than I ever imagined…”

He looked around for a trash can but… he knew he was seconds away from his own knees collapsing on him so he decided it’d be better to take refuge next to you and worry about the trash later. He pulls you in to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you both basked in the afterglow.

“How is it you can still smell so fucking good after all that?” He teased. “I must smell like a pig… You’re so… You’re like an angel, sugar…”

Suga gently pushed the hair out of your face, admiring how perfect your eyes looked in the low light coming from your bedside lamp. “I… I want to stay with you… If that’s alright, of course…”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You mumble, shivering a bit before he pulls the blankets up over the two of you. “We’ll try and get up later, yeah…?”

He nodded in agreement, chuckling as he felt the butterflies return to his stomach with every gentle touch of your hand. “You just… rocked my world… And… Man am I glad I was late…”

[sector-i-closed]

Our Destiny

Demon au or the second time I've done a demon, au

Tagging @youneedapiratekink​ and @atiny-piratequeen�� seemed to be interested in this au

Warning: Smut

 Loud whimpers dripped from your mouth as your face was smushed against the window that faced the dark street outside. Behind you Hongjoong, the demon who had seduced you into allowing him access to your sex to supposedly give you relief of the pent up tension that he was responsible for was working you up to your third orgasm so far. 

"Mmph nghh~" Your broken whines filled the air as his almost scorching hot fingers filled your entrance, thrusting deeply and creating loud squelching sounds as he penetrated your heat repeatedly. Weakness was overwhelming you, the energy that he was feeding from at your expense was steadily being depleted from you. 

"Look at you, wanting to keep going until I fuck you to death with just my fingers." Hongjoong mused out loud, continuously pressing his free hand against your back to keep you in place in your position in front of the window. Your eyes were focused on the glittering dots of the stars in the night sky, ignoring the cars that were passing in front of your residence. 

The mortification and shyness was long forgotten by the time you had experienced your first orgasm, and now you were too fucked out to care that you were on display for anyone to see with your pants pooling down to your ankles. 

"Gah oh fuck~!" You whined, the oversensitivity getting the better of you but you were almost going to cum all over his fingers again.

 "Oh you're pretending that the people outside are not out there enjoying how good you look while my fingers are pleasuring your pussy, hm?" Hongjoong whispered against your ear, his warm breath against your ear canal almost knocked you down to your knees as your internal sensations overpowered you. 

"Mmm~!" You moaned against the glass, almost wanting to tell him to fuck off about how people might see you but his fingers made you feel too good to say anything and the way his soft lips attached themselves to your neck was welcomed but the possessive nature of how he marked your neck made you reel from the disbelief of how good he felt. You desperately distracted your attention to the moments that led up to this, trying not to think about how painfully sensitive your sex was despite wanting all that he could give you. 

~~

You had felt alone, waiting anxiously in your bedroom for Hongjoong, the demon whom you had befriended in the past years to appear in your room as was the normal ocurrance at night. It had been an emotionally draining day and it had been a much bigger struggle to keep your head up and face the things that forced you to have to be strong for yourself and the people that you dearly loved even though some made you feel as if they didn't care about your feelings but you weren't carrying on with your life for them, it was all for you and the people that you cared for. 

Tonight you felt even more pointless and wished to be wanted or needed by individuals, which was something that you pined for often but wasn't reciprocated by others. You told yourself that you were used to it and the temptation of giving yourself to the demon who had made you feel valuable as a living entity was something that was making you feel weak, clouding your judgment with lust and desire at recalling the sultry words spoken 'I want you. No one else deserves you except me' remembering the way the warmth of his breath fanned against your ear encouraged intense heat and yearning to pool in your pelvis as your heart thumped heavily against your chest.

 But you were not willing to spend an eternity bound to Hongjoong, no matter how much he wanted you so the bonding with him through sex was out of the question and you would learn to suffer with the throbbing between your legs. One lifetime was enough for you to live in your opinion and the thought of living any longer than that was enough to induce a severe migraine to radiate through your skull. A memory flashed through your mind of the dreams that you would have of the demon pleasuring you with heated kisses and unending sessions of him lapping at your heat. 

You shuddered at the memory, unconsciously palming your own heat to find a way to disperse some of the tension that was building there.

 "I see that you have been anticipating my return~" Hongjoong's voice was right next to your ear, sounding rather nonchalant in spite of the way you were touching yourself before you swiftly removed your hand from your sex. 

"Wah... No I mean yes I've been waiting!" You smiled sheepishly as you turned your head and made eye contact with the dark orbs that lured you into an abyss of darkness, whispering to you to give in to your feelings and bind your soul to him forever.

 "I knew you were~ I love how honest you're being with me which is uncharacteristic of you~" The demon chuckled, gracing your back lightly with a touch of his hand, the intense warmth of his skin seeping through your clothing and tantalizing the nerve endings of your skin.

 "Could you not be so irritating?!" You huffed, still feeling anxious as to weather or not Hongjoong had seen you touching yourself. 

"Why are you so tense, my love~?" That same tone that got under your skin was repeated and you had to admit to yourself that you were equal parts nervous, agitated and needy. 

"Why are you like this?" You dramatically waved your hands in the air, causing the demon to smirk at your vagueness. 

"What do you mean by 'this'?" Hongjoong hummed, analyzing your expression and picking up on the aroused energy that your body reeked of.

 "What do you mean!?" You hoped to wriggle out of explaining what you were referring to and he quirked his eyebrows in amusement. 

"Why do you want to make yourself suffer when I could give you the pleasure that you desire right now~?" He smirked, tracing his fingers along your thighs. Your resistance melted away with each caress against your beautiful curves. 

"I don't know what you mean but go ahead?" 

~~

A sudden thrust of his digits jabbed straight against your g spot, distracting your thoughts and prompting you to cry out to the point that you were sure that you were going to spasm right then until Hongjoong pulled his sheathed fingers from your pulsing heat. 

"We both know you're not going to live much longer if I continue to fuck you endlessly because your body is insatiable and you're craving my cock to bond you to me. You've been fighting our destiny, and you don't have to." The demon purred, dipping his hot fingers into your mouth so that you could taste your own sweetness on his fingers. 

Your mouth readily accepted the digits that were inserted into your mouth and you moaned in delight, feeling more aroused by the act of tasting the sticky essence that dripped from your heat.

 "I can save you from dying right now or we can stretch this process out until you're so weak that you're begging me to fuck your lifeless body. What will it be, kitten?" Hongjoong smirked against your ear, removing his fingers from your mouth so that you could give him an answer. 

You whimpered at the loss of being filled and you were now afraid, what had you gotten yourself into? This was only supposed to be temporary, gaining relief of the desire inside of you but after the demon laid his hands on you things didn't work out as planned, your body craving more and more as he depleted the energy that you expelled.

 "There's no going back once we've started, baby." Hongjoong murmured, boldly bringing your hand down to his crotch so that you could feel what you were denying yourself of. Your heat clenched lustfully as you palmed his hard length, the twitches reminding you of how needy you were between your legs. 

Living for eternity didn't seem so bad at the present moment and you wanted to be satisfied as deeply as his length had potential to satisfy you and what was the point of dying when he could make you feel like he had given you the universe.

 "Please Hongjoong, I want your cock..." You pleaded desperately, your body trembling from the loss of strength that you were experiencing.

 "Such a good girl, telling me what she wants. I can't believe that you're not being as stubborn as I had thought you would be." The demon moved himself away from your body so that he could unfasten his pants. 

"Stay there, precious." He ordered, "I want everyone to see what's mine and see how I go about making you mine forever." 

You groaned lowly, feeling your arousal seep along your inner thighs as he slipped his member between your folds, guiding his warm length inside of your throbbing heat until he was stretching your channel to accommodate his girth. 

"Fuck..." You moaned, taking pleasure in how snug your heat fit around his cock.

 "You're so tight baby, this pussy was destined to become mine wasn't it~?" He rocked his hips into your body, thrusting briskly into your heat and pleasing you even more than when he had filled you with his fingers. 

"Oh god~..." You choked out, his pace becoming faster and quickly building back the pleasure that you had nearly experienced earlier. 

"I'm -I'm~..." You gasped, followed by a shrill scream that vibrated the glass window as Hongjoong tightened a hand around your throat while you felt your climax crash through your body unexpectedly without time to warn Hongjoong that his constant assault had tipped you over the edge.

 "So soon baby? I thought sure you would have taken your time but we have forever to do that." Hongjoong panted briskly, pinning your body harder against the window as he released his hot come inside of you.

 You almost screamed at the intense heat that spread through your pelvis, his release manipulating your cells to morph into a supernatural being like himself and changing everything about how your body was chemically structured until you became a demon like himself. 

"Wha-what's h-happening to me!!" You groaned at the heated tingles that circulated through your body, enduring the transformation.

 "You're doing so well, princess~ We really are for each other." Hongjoong commented in a sultry whisper, stroking your back proudly as he kept his length inside of you to make certain that your body absorbed every drop of his release. 

"This is our destiny. You're my precious treasure forever." 

[dib-adrift]

[ @queen-of-lazuroth @zimerstellar @son-of-an-invader ]

“Gah! That’s cold, Midge!”

Midge rolled her eyes, but she was trying to keep from giggling. “I told you it was going to be cold, you goobertron.”

Dib made an expression that could only be explained as a pout. “You’re a goobertron.”

Midge let the giggle out that time, taking the cold tool away from Dib’s chest. The wound had healed extremely well. He had quite the scar, of course, but it wasn’t off-putting by any means. Midge raised up a hand to run her fingers over it. “Does that hurt?”

Dib shook his head. “I’ve noticed sometimes it’ll burn randomly. Is that...normal?”

Midge nodded. “Your nerves and tissue are still healing. You’re gonna feel stuff like that for a while. But, besides that, honestly, you’re free to resume your normal training and routine.” Her hand lingered a little longer on Dib’s chest, her eyes roving over it now and again. Midge did always try to be professional but...well, her mates were rather attractive.

Dib didn’t miss that Midge had yet to remove her touch, his mouth quirking into a little smirk. “See something you like, Doctor?”

Midge met his gaze, blushing a little as she shook her head. “You’re a dork,” she told him, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips. “And as much as I would love to indulge you, I’m kinda swamped here. I don’t have the luxury of calling in Chance to help out these days.” It was a little inconvenient, but her pride in how far her protege had come overshadowed any urge to complain about it.

“Come on, you have to take a break some time!” Dib said cheerfully. He put both his hands on either side of Midge’s belly, rubbing around just a bit. He felt the twins move and his eyes lit up, a happy blep on his face. “You can’t be expected to work until these little puppers pop out.”

Midge gaped and gave him a playful bap on the shoulder. “Don’t call them puppers!”

“Well...they are, aren’t they? Didn’t Glitter Dib confirm that they were little werewolfies?” He rubbed Midge’s belly again, feeling the smeets move more. “See? You two even know you’re little wolfies, huh?” He cooed at baby bump.

Midge tried to stay irritated, but watching her new mate interact with her smeets - his step-children. Two more children all four of them would raise together - warmed her three hearts way too much to make that possible. “You make a good dad.”

Dib calmed a bit at those words, his face coloring at the compliment. He’d known going into all of this that children were part of the deal, but it still seemed to hit him just now that he would be another father to these kids. All of them. “I...I hope so. My dad...well he definitely could have done better. Once Gaz and I were older he seemed to get that he hadn’t been the best to us and tried to make up for it.” His face fell altogether. “I wish we’d had more time. We were just starting to act like a real family when...everything happened.”

Midge put her hands on top of Dib’s, taking them in hers comfortingly. “I’m so sorry, Dib,” she told him. “If I could give them back to you I would.” She raised a hand to his cheek. “But I’m sure they’d be proud of you.”

Dib leaned into the touch. After what he’d helped Addie accomplish, he was sure his sister would definitely be impressed. His father...he wasn’t sure. Would he be proud? Would he be more worried about the people his son chose to get involved with? He just didn’t know. He also wasn’t sure how much he cared. It wasn’t like it mattered at this point, anyway.

“Thanks, Midge,” Dib told her, leaning down and kissing her forehead softly. He regained his smile as he moved from the bed and replaced his shirt. “I’ll get going so you can get back to work. You know, since I’m such a terrible distraction.”

Midge snorted. She was not about to admit out loud that Dib was absolutely correct about that. “Yeah, yeah. Just let everyone know I’m gonna be late tonight?”

“Of course. You can count on me, Doctor.” He gave a small salute before walking out of the Team Nebula clinic, heading back upstairs to the main living quarters.

Midge giggled as he left, squeaking as one of the twins kicked her a little harder than usual. “He got you all riled up, didn’t he?” she asked as she got back to work.

Dib found his way back to the living quarters, stopping in the bedroom. Dek had finally replaced the bed with a larger one, since Dib and Zim weren’t using the room they were offered at this point, anyway. He beamed when he found Zim putting away clothes. “Is my Zim being domestic? Whatever is the occasion?” he teased.

Zim huffed at the comment. He was notoriously a neat freak, which he only had in common with Midge at this point. Dib and Dek both thrived in organized chaos, or whatever they called it. It was the only time chaos was not a fun thing for the Irken, when it came to keeping their living space neat and tidy. “The occasion is the Midge somehow swindled Zim into doing the laundry,” Zim said. Which wasn’t entirely the truth. Midge had asked nicely with her stupid big pretty blue eyes and Zim found himself agreeing.

Dib laughed, deciding to lend a hand for the last few things. “Sure. I bet that’s exactly what happened.”

Zim narrowed his eyes, not appreciating that Dib could see right through him. Not that he expected anything less. The human knew him better than anyone else. “It is.”

“Uh huh.”

Zim rolled his eyes as they finished putting up the clothes. Stupid human. He turned to face him fully. “So, what did the Midge say?”

Dib grinned. “Clean bill of health! The scar’s apparently gonna do some weird stuff but - GAH!” He didn’t get the chance to finish before he was tackled to the bed by an extremely eager, bitey Irken. “Z-Zim.”

Zim didn’t stop his assault, continuing to nibble and nip along Dib’s throat. “You’ve grown slow, my Dib,” he purred in the human’s ear. His claws dug into the fabric of Dib’s shirt, tearing it very nearly to shreds.

“I...I’ve been recovering.” He gasped as the fabric of his shirt of literally ripped from his body, feeling Zim’s sharp claws graze against his skin. He arched into the feeling, wanting more. “I liked that shirt.”

“Zim will get you a new one,” the Irken told him between thoroughly marking his neck. “In fact, between the three of us, I’m certain you will have many, many shirts.” His voice took on a primal growl. It had been so long since he’d felt his mate like this. Far, far too long. His hands trailed over Dib’s exposed chest and arms, taking in every inch of skin and defined muscle. Great Irk he was glorious to look at. “So many that you’ll stop caring about when they’re torn off you.”

Dib would have been ashamed of the sound he made if he wasn’t already caught up in all the sensations. Zim on top of him, straddling his body, his hands grabbing and exploring his with a frantic hunger. He swore breathlessly, his own hands traveling up Zim’s thighs to his full hips. His hands slipped under the halter top Zim was wearing, pulling off with far more care than his own t-shirt had been given. Zim would be furious if Dib destroyed his clothes.

Zim purred louder as his top was removed, relishing in feeling Dib’s skin against his own. Warm. The human was so damn warm. He wanted to be closer, as close as he possibly could be. Those thoughts spurred him to bite down on the human’s peck a little harder than before as he rolled his hips wantonly.

“Zim,” Dib moaned, loving the feeling of Zim’s teeth  in his flesh and the Irken grinding against him. Dib lifted his hips to meet the needy movements, his hands coming around to cup Zim’s backside for more leverage.

Zim let out an extremely pleased chitter, taking Dib’s hint to grind against him harder. He could feel the humans erection between them, his own member already sliding out readily.

“Zim missed you,” he told Dib heatedly, reaching down for Dib’s belt. Their relationship had given him plenty of practice on ridding Dib of his pants, and even after so long of being apart, he still remembered the swiftest way to do so. “Zim missed you every moment we were apart.”

“I...I missed you, too,” Dib told him, reaching up to remove Zim’s shorts. God, his legs were fucking amazing. His hand trailed up Zim’s body once the Irken was completely naked, sliding up his torso before going back down again and resting on his hip. “So much. God, you’re beautiful.”

Zim inhaled sharply at the gentle touches, a large contrast to their previously fervent movements. His spooch felt like it was swelling for affection for this human. His human. “Zim knows,” he said with a smirk, enjoying the compliments very much. “Dib is quite nice to look at, as well.” He rolled his hips again, unable to help himself the longer he stared at Dib’s naked form. “I want you. So bad, Dib.”

Dib nearly choked at the feeling of their bare bodies rubbing together. “What...what are you waiting for?” he asked, giving Zim a pleading look. Please don’t make me wait anymore.

Zim thought about making Dib beg for it, but he decided to save that for another time, They’d spent so much time a part, so much time only being about to share sweet kisses and cuddles. Not that Zim didn’t enjoy them. He did, perhaps just as much as what they were about to do. But he’d found he simply couldn’t get enough of Dib. Even when he thought he’d had enough, it still wasn’t anywhere near. He lifted himself up a bit to line Dib’s length up with his entrance before sliding down onto it. His claws dug into Dib’s chest. It had been a while, and he had not anticipated having to get used to Dib’s size again.

The sound that came from Dib’s mouth was garbled and quite nearly inhuman. His fingers dug into the soft skin of Zim’s hips, trying to ground himself in someway. He looked up at the Irken’s face, finding his expression to be a bit strained. “Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Just give me a moment,” Zim reassured him. He knew if Dib became too concerned he would try to stop this, but Zim would have absolutely none of that. He wanted Dib. Needed him, even, And he needed him now. Slowly the Irken rose himself up before plunging back down, throwing his head back in a loud gasp. It felt incredible to have Dib inside him again. To have their bodies united after so, so long. He repeated the action, this time the gasp bleeding into an extremely pleased trill.

Dib let Zim move on his own for a bit, giving the Irken a chance to get used to things. It was almost like their first time all over again, except Dib didn’t feel as nervous. He felt more concerned and aware of Zim’s reactions, but once he was sure that his mate was enjoying himself he rocked his body upward with the Irken’s movement. “Fuck, Zim,” he murmured. He hadn’t quite realized how much his body had craved this kind of closeness until this exact moment.

“Dib,” Zim moaned out, his voice already beginning to grow in volume. His claws drew blood from Dib’s chest, though even now the Irken was careful to avoid the sensitive scar. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, beginning to move faster than before. “Dib!” he repeated, returning his gaze to the human. Their eyes locked, and Zim hoped that his silent command would be understood.

Dib cried out at the increased pace, jerking his own hips upward to keep up with the speed. He was practically clinging to Zim, as if at any moment the Irken would disappear and he’d awake alone in his old ship again. He could barely hold himself back from flipping their positions and pounding into the Irken until they were both screaming their release. But then, his eyes met Zim’s. He still remembered that look. A request mixed with permission. And Dib didn’t have to be told twice as he did exactly what his body was craving.

Zim squealed a bit a being flipped, but the sound quickly transformed into a loud moan as Dib thrust into him hard and fast. His claws moved from the human’s chest to his back, digging in and holding on. “Ah! Yes, Dib! Yes!”

Dib squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into Zim’s shoulder. One of his hands was fisting the comforter beneath them, while his other was wrapped under Zim’s hips, holding the Irken’s bottom half up and he thoroughly fucked him. His own blunt teeth sank into Zim’s neck as concentrating became more difficult. However he continued his pace, encouraged by Zim’s throaty moans.

Zim arched his back, feeling an almost forgotten feeling in his gut. A red hot twisting in his spooch, and attempted to move his hips as much as possible to chase the feeling. His claws sank deep into Dib’s skin as he began to babble in Irken before practically screaming with his climax.

The last shred of Dib’s self control vanished as Zim came, feeling the Irken’s hot body tighten around him. His own orgasm caught up with him quickly, and he cried out the Irken’s name as he continued to thrust animalistically, riding the feeling out..

They didn’t separate right away, remaining clinging to each other as the foggy, post-orgasm feeling began to subside. Zim reached up and began to play with Dib’s hair. It was so impossibly soft. He nuzzled against Dib’s face, not feeling the need to say anything just yet.

Dib pulled his face away from where is was buried the crook of Zim’s neck, leaning into the nuzzle and even nuzzling back. He smiled contentedly once their gazes met before leaning down and kissing the Irken’s lips tenderly. “I want you forever,” he whispered. If there was ever an Irken phrase he would never forget, it was that one.

Zim hummed happily at the kiss, kissing back just as gently and sweetly, continuing to play with Dib’s hair. Not too long ago he’d been sure that he’d never find his human again. But now not only had he found him, he’d also found two new mates and a whole family, to boot. Zim smiled serenely.

“I am forever yours.”

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“So, what you’re saying is that I am getting two new daddies?” Ada asked as she sat in Zim’s lap in the living room. They’d all decided it was about time they told their children what was going on. They figured they’d start with Ada, seeing as she was the most likely to get used to the idea if she opposed (and Drun would basically grow up with all of them now, it seemed). Then again it seemed there had been no need to worry about her, at all.

“Well...yes,” Midge replied. She wanted to say Ada’s reaction surprised her. And yet...it didn’t.

“Is that...okay with you?” Dib asked. He was certain that Ada had grown fond of him and Zim, but he was still apprehensive about how she felt about all of them together.

“Don’t be silly! Of course it okay!” Ada said brightly. “I’m just wondering what took you so long. Grown-ups are so silly!”

Zim exchanged looks with his three mates, unable to help but chuckle. “Yes. I’m afraid we are quite silly.”

Ada beamed at Zim, before her face fell into one of confusion. “I just have one question. What do I call you two? I can’t call all three of you Daddy. That would get confusing.”

Dek snorted a bit, though he knew that could actually be a problem. The three of them had a lot in common, but even so they also had niche things that were entirely their own. If the kids need one of them specifically, it would be good to distinguish which one was being called.

“You can call me Pápa,” Dib told Ada. “If you want to, that is. I’m also okay with you sticking with calling me Dib-Dab if that makes you more comfortable.”

Ada shook her head vigorously. “Nuh uh. If you’re gonna be with my Mama and Daddy that means you’re another Daddy.” She grinned. “So yeah! I’ll call you Pápa!” She looked up at Zim with big, curious eyes. “What about you?”

Zim hesitated. Deciding on a parental title was not something he’d ever thought about in his entire life. He took a moment ruffle Ada’s hair affectionately. After discovering his mission to be a lie, he’d at one point managed to hack some very old, hidden files. Records of history before the Brains. Back then Irkens lived in big tribes where all the adults tended to the young. It was why polyamory wasn’t that strange to him, as it had been the norm during those times.

And as such, he’d found Irken words he hadn’t even known to exist. There were apparently all sorts of parental titles that had existed. It was simply about choosing one that he liked the most.

“Tevak,” Zim said sweetly. “It’s one old word for ‘father’ in Irken.”

Dek looked quite impressed. He remember how he’d had to use the Vortian word for ‘father’ when speaking to his own as a child. “I didn’t know there was a word for that.”

“There are several,” Zim explained. “And even more words that I had to discover for myself. I still have the files, if you would like me to show them to you.” His words were smooth, but his eyes shown with a tiny flirtatious gleam. He had been meaning to snatch another kiss from the good captain, after all.

Dek didn’t not miss that gleam, his face coloring against his will. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I would like that.”

Midge shared a look with Dib, the two of them immediately bursting into snickers.

Ada rolled her eyes. There they went, being silly again. “Can I go to my room now?” she asked.

Midge snorted. “Of course you can, baby girl. We’ll call you when dinner’s ready, okay?”

Ada nodded, hopping off of Zim’s lap and skipping off down the hall.

“You know she’s only gonna be more of a handful once she’s older, right?” Dib asked lightheartedly.

“Considering how the other version of her turned out,” Zim said, speaking of Addie, “I do not doubt it.”

“We’re pretty much prepared for all of these kids to wreak havoc one way or another,” Dek said with a grin.

Midge giggled. “They wouldn’t be ours if they didn’t.” She looked at all three of her mates as she said this.

Dek smiled, nodding in agreement. Everything had happened so quickly, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to be overwhelmed by it. It felt like he and Midge had found something he’d never known they were missing, and now all the pieces of the universe had finally fallen perfectly into place. He knew it wouldn’t always be perfect. He was certain they’re small moment of peace wouldn’t last, because if never did. But for now, he’d hold on to everything he had, never daring to take it for granted ever again.

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 1

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic sex, oral sex, playful spanking, language

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in May 2016. Chris has just returned home from the Captain America: Civil War promo tour. 

Note: This episode takes place the same day as Chris, Gwyneth and Robert visited Ryan Wilcox so that is what Chris & Ellie are referencing.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological.  It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future.  However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 1: May 23, 2016

Ellie Spencer stood in front of the sink, her hands encased in yellow rubber dishwashing gloves as she cleaned the dishes she’d used that night for dinner. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a dishwasher–there were actually two in the fancy-schmancy kitchen of the Los Angeles home she shared with her fiance–she just didn’t see the point in using the machine when she was eating alone. Again.

Her family and friends–including her beloved, soon-to-be in-laws–had taken turns visiting her over the last several weeks, but now she had the house to herself until her fiance got home from the final leg of the promo tour. When that would be, she wasn’t sure; he was remaining tight lipped about when he would get home.

Sighing, she set the last dish on the dish drying rack–the one she’d brought with her when she’d moved back into his place from her little closet of an apartment–and pulled off the rubber gloves. She turned around and screamed of fright when she saw someone standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway. It took her a second to realize who it was.

“Chris!” she exclaimed, grabbing one of the rubber gloves and throwing it in his direction only to have it land on the floor with a splat half way between them. “Gah! I hate when you scare me like that!”

“I couldn’t resist,” he replied, chuckling.

She wanted to run across the room and throw herself into his arms, but that would just be rewarding him for scaring her. Appraising him, she noticed the dark circles under his eyes and that his shirt was a bit tighter in the tummy area than it had when he’d left; no doubt thanks to his family in Boston making him anything to eat that he wanted.

Smiling, she finally started towards him, but stopped suddenly as she realized their two loud, noisy dogs had yet to make an appearance. “How did you sneak in here without alerting the dogs?” she asked.

“Ninja training,” he replied, closing the distance between them. “And I wasn’t trying to scare you, honest, you just looked so pretty with the light over the sink casting a beautiful glow on your -”

She cut him off by grabbing his lips and pushing them together to create a duck face.

“It’s hard,” he said, his voice muffled and his words slurred. “But I can still talk.”

She smiled and then let out a whistle that had their two dogs sprinting into the room moments later. The second the dogs spotted him, they started barking loudly and jumping around his feet. She was forced to let go of his lips and take a step back to not be trampled by his mutt, Dodger, and her English Bulldog, Daisy.

“Hey kids,” he said, laughing as he got down on his knees to greet the excited pups. He gave Dodger a hug and then rubbed Daisy’s belly when she rolled onto her back. “Your momma isn’t being very nice to me, Daisy.”

“You could have called to say you were on your way home,” Ellie pointed out. “A text wouldn’t have hurt either.”

“I just wanted to surprise you,” he replied, looking up at her. “Besides, I didn’t know until yesterday afternoon that I was even coming to California today. It was kind of a last minute thing.”

Ellie’s expression softened as she recalled the photos that had been sent to her today. Her fiance had the biggest heart and loved making people smile. Reaching her hand out, she helped him off the floor and then wrapped her arms around his waist, settling her head on his chest. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

“I’m happy to be home,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “Six weeks is a really long time to be gone.”

“Way too long,” she agreed, breathing in the spicy, woodsy scent of him.

They had experienced longer absences, but they hadn’t been engaged let alone dating. She had just been his housekeeper; the one his mom had hired behind his back for his home in LA. She recalled that during her interview, his mom had explained that she wasn’t impressed with Chris or his brother Scott’s inability to clean up after themselves and that she was tired of showing up for vacation to find a messy house.

Chris had been understandably annoyed with his mom’s “underhanded approach”, especially since she’d hired an attractive young woman in her late twenties, but then he’d gotten to know Ellie and there had been a spark. His mom always claimed to have a sixth sense about things like this and he knew she would never let him forget that she had hand picked her only daughter-in-law.

He knew that Ellie was his mom’s dream daughter-in-law, too; mostly because she loved to completely redecorate a room as much as his mom did. Ellie had just moved in with him, permanently, before he left to film Captain America: Civil War and his mom had stayed with her for a couple weeks. He’d come home to find his, rather their, bedroom completely redone. He’d liked what they had done and he’d be the first to admit it looked a lot better than what he’d originally had. But it was only thanks to his brother and Ellie’s uncle that he hadn’t come home to the interior of his house painted with brightly colored accent walls. The only room with that special treatment was the breakfast nook that was a “sunny shade of yellow” as Ellie described it.

“Alright, so what did you and my mom do while she was visiting?” Chris asked Ellie. When she tried to dodge the question by drawing herself up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss, he stole her duck face move and did it to her. “What did you do?”

“We redid the basement,” she replied, her words just as muffled and hard to understand as his had been earlier.

Chris held her lips together for a second longer before dropping his hand and grabbing hers. “Alright, let’s go see what you two did.” He led her down the stairs to the daylight basement, with the dogs following at their heels.

What he found stopped him in his tracks, forcing a bumper car like collision behind him with Ellie and the dogs. What had once been a long, narrow room with his home theater system in the very center and boxes piled up on the far ends, was now a smaller movie room with two walls splitting off, what he assumed, were two smaller rooms.

“They’re retracting walls,” Ellie explained. “My craft room is to the left and your office is on the right.” She slipped past him on the stairs and made her way to the wall that separated her craft room from the rest of the room. She unlatched a couple hooks then grabbed a hidden rod and started walking backwards. As he watched, a small, yet functional craft room was revealed. Then she crossed the room and removed the wall that separated his office from the larger room.

“Ellie, this is fantastic,” he said, noticing that he could easily work from his desk and watch TV as well as watch her working in her craft room. “It’s perfect.”

This time when she came looking for a kiss, he didn’t deny her. Their kiss was filled with six long weeks of being apart; wait, scratch that, seven weeks, as his family and friends had been here and they’d  been too tired to do anything but sleep at night. The last time they’d been together had been a few hours before his red eye flight for the Asian part of press tour and it had been limited to a quickie in the shower.

Filled with need, he picked her up and carried her to the large island-style work table in her craft room. Setting her down on the edge, he quickly found that it was the perfect height for her to sit on and him to stand between her legs with their most needy parts front and center. It made him wonder if it was just a coincidence or a purposely designed that way.

“Your desk is the same height,” she whispered in his ear and then scraped the lobe with her teeth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he grabbed hold of her left knee with one hand, placed his other hand on the small of her back then pulled her body closer to his, letting her feel the hardness hidden in his jeans.

Hungrily, their mouths met again and their kisses grew heated quickly; the time they spent apart enhancing every feeling and need. In no time at all, her hands slipped from around his neck to the buttons of his shirt. His mouth left hers and he kissed down the side of her neck to the exposed skin of her wide-necked sweater.

After undoing the last button of his shirt, she pushed the sleeves down his arms where he finished the job of taking it off. With lust filled eyes, she took in his chiseled chest, brushing her fingers over his many tattoos and loving the way his chest hair felt against her fingers.

“God I’ve missed your touch,” he said, huskily. He breathed in deeply, taking in the fruity smell of her perfume and the natural essence that was her. “And your smell.” He kissed her neck. “And your neck.” He pulled down the front of her shirt, revealing the cleavage of her ample chest. “And, fuck, your breasts.”

She sunk her teeth into her lower lip as he pressed his face into her cleavage, nipping and licking at her sensitive skin. When one of his hands moved down to the hem of her sweatshirt and started pulling it up, she grabbed the other side and helped him, revealing a lacy, black bra.

The sweatshirt fell aside as her self-proclaimed “ass man” of a boyfriend cupped her breasts and licked his lips. His thumbs found her nipples over her bra, making them harder than their already pebbled state. Moving his hands to her back, he undid the four hooks of her bra and then slipped the straps down her arms, freeing her breasts.

His large hands touched her newly exposed skin with care, taking the time to tease her nipples while also letting his fingers wander, sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her hands around his head, locking her fingers together when his mouth joined the fun.

With heat pooling between her legs and unable to sit still any longer, she dropped her hands from his head down to the waistband of his jeans. She popped the button then slid the zipper down and slipped her hand into them, wrapping her hand around his already hard cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breathing against her breast. He allowed her to jerk him a couple times before he grabbed her wrist and forced her to let go. “Seven weeks, babe. I want to come inyou, not on you.”

“Less talk, more action,” she replied, giving him a heated look.

Smirking, he grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down, forcing her to lay back against the cool table top so she could lift her hips to help. He pulled the pants down her legs and dropped them on the floor. Then he ran his eyes up her body, starting with the sexy black booty shorts she was wearing and up her curvy body to her smiling face.

Reaching up, he gave her left breast a playful squeeze and a little shake, making it jiggle for his pleasure. Then he got back to business and slipped his hands under the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips to help him get them over her ass and then he pulled them down her legs.

He licked his lips as she parted her legs, revealing the pink heat that he’d dreamt about since the quickie in their shower. He wrapped his hands around her knees and pulled her forward so her ass was just on the edge of the table. He felt her body tremor as he slowly moved his hands from her knees up to her thighs and to her apex.

“Chris… please…” he heard her whimper.

She cried out when his hands finally touched the outer edges of her sex and then slipped between her already slick folds. She rocked her hips forward to encourage his movements and he obliged by brushing his thumb against her clit and then circling around it. Her hips bucked off the table top when he did it again.

She let out a breathless whimper when he slid his long fingers through her folds and finallyslipped one into her sex. She rocked her hips forward as he fucked her with his digit and then a second.

“FUCK!” she cried out as he swiped her clit with his tongue. Her body shook as he pleasured her with his fingers and tongue. She threw her hand down to grab his hair, temporarily forgetting that he’d shaved off the locks. “Oh god… Chris…. Please, just fuck me.”

He gave her clit another swirl with his tongue before he righted himself and pulled her in for a kiss. He felt her hand slip between their bodies and take ahold of his throbbing cock. She guided him to her entrance and he pushed his hips forward, slipping into her sex. Their kisses continued as their bodies rocked together and she clung to him, her fingernails biting into the skin on his shoulders.

She soon found herself being pushed backwards so she was laying on her back with him leaning down over her; the pace of his thrusts speeding up with each one. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him as he pounded in and out of her.

The weeks apart and his earlier teasing had her falling apart first with her body stiffening all the way to her toes as she came. Just as her body began to relax, his tightened above her and she felt the small jerks of his body as he came inside of her.

Breathing heavily, he rested his face against her breasts and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped by her. His legs felt a bit rubbery and he hadn’t thought about the post sex positions, but he refused to move until he absolutely had to.

“I think your office chair and desk will be more comfortable,” she said with a laugh a few minutes later.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty comfortable right here,” he said, rubbing his bearded chin against the skin of her breasts.

“We’ll both be comfortable in our nice big comfortable bed,” she replied, running her hand over his buzzed hair.

“Alright,” he said, sighing. He pressed a kiss to her lips and then they parted. He didn’t admit it outloud, but his back twinged a bit as he straightened up.

“You going to need a massage tomorrow?” she asked with a knowing smirk as she rolled her neck one way and then the other. “Should we call Robert?”

“Shut up,” he replied as she hopped off the table. He watched as she bent over to grab his shirt off the floor and he took the opportunity to smack her bare ass playfully.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, standing up quickly. “Two can play that game you know.”

“That’s a game you know I like,” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Day or night.”

“Oh I know,” she said smirking as she pressed her body against his. “So here’s what we’re going to do.” She bit her lip and looked up at him. “Are you listening?”

“I’m all ears, babe.”

“I’m going to go upstairs to our room and get in the shower,” she said, moving one of her hands around his waist and settling it on his tight ass. “And you…” she drew her tongue along the tattoo he had on his clavicle. “…you’re going to let the dogs out to go potty.”

He groaned as she pulled her body away suddenly and he watched as she slipped his shirt on then left the basement with an extra sway in her step.

He took a few deep, calming breaths and then gathered their clothes from the floor, knowing he would be sent back down to get them if he went to the bedroom without them. Using the clothes as a cover for his half-aroused cock, he opened the sliding door and let the dogs out to do their business.

Once they returned, he took time to properly lock up the house for the night and then headed up the stairs to the bedroom he and Ellie shared. The dogs made to follow him into the room, but he stopped them in the doorway. “Sorry, kids, not tonight. Mommy and daddy need privacy. Go lay on your beds.” Both dogs gave him sad looks but retreated to the small alcove in the hallway that Ellie had converted into a small reading nook. “Good dogs.”

Closing the bedroom door behind him, Chris tossed their clothes into the hamper in the walk-in-closet and then made his way into the bathroom. The glass surround of the shower was already steamed over as he opened the large door and slipped into the shower behind her.

“I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I love you, too,” she replied, turning in his arms to kiss him.

Episode 1.5

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[drabbles-n-stuff]

A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It... hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but... closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

"My little Sinner."

Poppy's voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble's. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes... they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn't opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now... burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was... so beautiful.

"M-my... Poppy."

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier... she was...

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

"My little Rumble..." She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. "... I missed you so... so much."

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked... it didn't do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake... and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could...

"Rumble."

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when  "Y... ye...?"

"You look so desperate like that." She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy's punishments... but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn't hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

"You are so... perfect. Come here?" She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth...

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. "VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!"

The lovers were... less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way... at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn't Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

"You could have simply knocked..." Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. "I was going to thank him."

"Oh, you two were... uhm, gimme a-- VEEEEIGAR, DON'T COME UP, THEY'RE BUSY!" Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. "I'm... w-we can... you... you don't have to."

"Don't have to do what?"

"T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I... y-you..."

"Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again..." Poppy's hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. "And again... and again..."

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and... so, so much better...

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn't be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn't stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. "Oh, and you guys, when you're done, just... come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover's seed for the first time since she fell...

"Another round, my love..?"

"Y-ye... ye..." Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love...

... and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something... more.

"Honey?" Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was... well, she wasn't satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. "You mind if I come in?"

"... just a second, dear." Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

"...Teemo, what's going on." She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. "Did something happen and are you not telling me... just, what's going on?"

"I told you everything that's going on, dear." He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

"So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I'm there too, hell, I'm pretty sure--"

"No, it's not that." There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. "It's... nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I'll make it go away myself. Promise. You don't have to worry." He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

"You know I'm here too, right. Like... you don't have to do whatever it is you're doing alone. Really! Just because I didn't get my horns cracked, or aren't sucking Galio's dick... I'm still your girlfriend, right?"

He blushed. Yes, she was... and there's nothing in this world he'd trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost... no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love... and yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

"You are. That's why I'm telling you not to worry. Because you really don't have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise."

"Don't, don't say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah... I'll... I'll take your word." She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. "Uh, while I'm getting ready... can you go and wash these? I'm having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn't even know I had a sundress."

"Of course, my darling." He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone... by himself.. thinking. She shouldn't worry, truly, this wouldn't affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy... well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they'd be much of a loss, anyway. And it'd help him feel... less... gah, he was supposed to be an Incubi, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

"See you soon, my love." He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

"See ya..." She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong...

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle's child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana's clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn't lied to Tristana... much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn't that he hated Poppy, although he wasn't exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he'd quit. No, he didn't hate them... he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was... thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was... he'd never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn't seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him furious.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn't deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble... the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was a gifted engineer, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how...

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea... but well, he hadn't gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he'd prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn't get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was... nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative...

"Honey, I'm back." He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

"Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use... anything else, I'm not gonna lie..." She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

"I can try a few tricks. Even though I'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing you like this.." He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I know I don't."

"You're such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?"

"You get the rest of the night free that way." He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

"... ok you little sly fox, come on."

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath... he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn't be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes... though that one didn't seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn't quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. "... Teemo?"

The little Devil was dressed up in her clothes! And, she couldn't lie... he looked pretty damn cute in them. Steam rose from the clothes while he cooked a healthy breakfast for them, not even raising his eyes from the scrambled eggs he was preparing. "I think it's about time we visit Poppy. You think you'll be ready soon?"

"Wait... it's like..." She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. "... it can't be past eight. Why the rush?"

"Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?" He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic...

"Yeah, yeah, that's fair. Well, I'll take a bath, you uh... you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants." She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

There was... something inside of him, that he couldn't quite recognize. He felt it before, but so long ago... it felt odd, odd and unpleasant. And it only got stronger the more he thought about what he was about to do. No matter. The smile that he had to force down whenever he thought about that Ang... Poppy crying, and Rumble rolling around like the mindless Imp he ought to be... oh, it made him shiver!

By the time Tristana was out of the bath, Teemo seemed done with her clothes, moaning out loud as he enjoyed his meal. It was... odd, seeing him like this. He was always so happy-go-lucky, but now? Now he seemed almost downright excited. She didn't see that spark in those fiendish eyes since the first night they met... what once made her wet with anticipation, now made her deeply uncomfortable.

"So... uh... real eager to meet your new friend, huh? Guess I'll be hanging out with Rumble while you two... do your business." She was dressing up in the spot, knowing she couldn't stop him even if she wanted. But seeing Rumble would be nice, and learning about what happened with Poppy. It had been a while since she last saw her... how much did an angel change until they turned into a demon? It didn't seem like a lot but... hell, not her.

"Oh, no, I won't be talking much with Poppy. Much. I think you'd do well in getting her acquainted with the more..." He picked up a strip of bacon, smiling, eyes glued to it. "...savory, parts of sex."

"Wait, wait. She's a succubus though."

"No one's born knowing everything. Sometimes you need a few nudges before you learn how things work." He purred, his fur standing up as he licked his fingers from the grease and fat. "Hungry?"

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

She was on her and Rumble's guest room, and while he was recovering downstairs, she was trying to figure out how to not keep her assets bouncing or people looking at them. Sure she was in this house of friendly Sinners, but... maybe it was some residual shame, maybe she wasn't used to it... but she just wanted to be somewhat covered up. And even blankets made her warm to the point of discomfort.

Eh, she'd find something.

Rumble could feel the fur on his back stand up with the mere sound of Poppy's steps, looking up from his borrowed book and around him. She was just coming downstairs, but still, he could barely keep his excitement down. Lulu was just in the kitchen, finishing up a chocolate cake to put most bakers from Bandle to shame.

Neither the sorceress or the mechanic could keep their eyes away from the amethyst that appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden curls all the way to her hips, the massive horns adding a sense of enticing danger... and her eyes, a mix of pink and purple that even the Dark Mage himself would find it insulting to compare to the night sky. It was pulsating. And they stared right through Rumble, just as her toothy smile pierced his heart like a hundred love arrows.

It didn't help that she was naked, either.

"My little sinner." She purred, voice smooth as silk and addicting as poison. "Dearest ally." She bowed to Lulu with all the respect and dignity a royal deserved. It took her a while, but finally, she realized what was going on.

"You... you two are breathing, yes? Release." She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. "... sorry."

"N-nononono, it's, it's fine Poppy..." Lulu spoke while trying to recompose herself, eyes darting from the massive breasts to the hypnotic irises, unable to focus on just one piece of pure magnificence. Man, if only Vei was here to see it too. "Uh... I... I have to go talk with... Veigar! Yes! I'll, uhm, leave you two be. Keep the cake there, please?" Nodding to herself, Lulu disappeared through a door that wasn't in the walls before.

"... d-did I scare her?" Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

"No, no you didn't.. you're just... you're just... that hot." He purred, closing his book and putting it away in a table he thought was there, startling himself with the sound of it hitting the floor, but even that wasn't enough to take his eyes away. "W-wh-why aren't you wearing clothes, Dear?"

"Because nothing fits me, I don't know where my armor is and everything else that could cover me makes me feel like I'm burning." A somewhat miffed frown soon turned into a smile. "But hey, at least now I know what anger is. I... I don't know, I quite like it, but I also want my problems to be solved. It's weird! This is so good!"

"I'm so happy for you, my dear!" Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

"And you know, none of this would've happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more..." She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

Barely an inch from each other's lips, Poppy looked up, startled. Rumble was way too busy being crushed and loving every second of it to actually process what was going on, so the one that had to walk to the front door was actually Poppy, leaving a mortal with a boner and a dreamy look on his face behind.

"Poppy!" The Incubi almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

"Wait.. is Lulu home?" Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

"No, she's, well kind of but she's away... uhm. I think she wouldn't mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?"

"Yeah, I think so. Uh, Poppy, why don't you talk to Trist for a while? I think she's has spent way too much time with a guy... maybe she needs some girl on girl time, yes?" With a devious smirk, he purred. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff... but I guess it'll have to wait? Trist?" Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubi's face.

"So... Rumble." He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn't affect anything. "How's Poppy been treating you?"

"Oh, that's what you wanted to talk about... oh thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something." Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. "Man, she's the fucking greatest. She's... not to insult your girlfriend but... I'd give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again." He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

"Isn't that sweet." Teemo looked away as well, thanking the seven circles that they finally gave him something easy. Tristana was sweet and delicious... but this? This filled him with joy. "You know Rumble... I don't want to be mean. I really don't. But do you think you deserve her? Truly? I mean, look at you."

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. "I mean... I've improved a lot, man. If I have her around... maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time."

"Rumble." Teemo placed a hand on his shoulder, purring with joy. "I'm your friend. and your best friend's boyfriend. So heed my advice. You're... well, you're pathetic. If I didn't know you were here beforehand, I might've sat on top of you. You have arms the size of toothpicks. Your inventions fail, you don't have enough stamina to satisfy her... I know that for a fact." He smiled, watching as Rumble squirmed and tried to make himself smaller on the seat, his insecurities being poked left and right, the joy of Poppy being safe and the fact that Teeemo was, indeed, Tristana's boyfriend... he had to be trusted.

"But." Teemo spoke, and though he didn't have words for an answer, he saw Rumble's ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. "You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove."

"Y-yeah?!" The small mechanic was almost jumping out of the chair as he scrambled to find a comfy position to look up at Teemo, ready to take whatever advice he had to heart. "C'mon you're a Devil but you can't keep that away from me man... don't tease..."

"That's the spirit. You remember this?" Teemo reached for Rumble's left hands, thumb pulling away fur to the barely visible remains of seven circles. "You know... Demons find sinners impressive. Y'know what would make Poppy swoon for you? Drop to her knees and just beg for you?"

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. "Sin... sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean... sin to your heart's content... and further beyond."

[fallen029]

Remember Me: Learning

Natsu learned a lot from having a kid. Stuff that he kinda already knew, but it was just driven home for him all the more afterwards.

Like how you didn't really need sleep. Want was more the word. And just because something smells bad, like say, a certain baby, you can't just throw it out. Unfortunately.

"Lucy! The baby threw up on my scarf!"

Oh, and he learned that nothing was safe. Nothing.

The kid threw up on everything. And, later, tried to eat everything. Anything. It was horrible.

But…there were moments when it was just…so cool! Especially the longer time went on. The baby learned how to do all sorts of cool things. Like sit up on her own and roll around on the ground. And when she learned to crawl, well, gah!

It was just so cool.

"I'm pretty sure that our baby's, like, twenty times as great as all other babies, Hap."

"Aye, sir!"

He and Happy did all kinda stuff with the baby. Like they took her for walks and they taught her to talk. Never before had he been so pumped to not be out on a job. Before, those were the best moments of his life, getting to go out on all sorts of adventures and stuff.

That was before Navi though. She had to be hands down the best baby ever!

"She did it again!"

Except for when she did that.

"Natsu," Lucy would complain. "Babies spit up sometimes. It's just what they do."

"But on my scarf? Now I have to wash it!"

Lucy would only give the garment a disapproving look. "It probably needs it anyhow."

Bleh.

"You gotta stop that," he told her once, around her first birthday. He had her sitting down on his and Lucy's bed, some of her toys scattered about. "It's really icky and me and Happy don't like it much."

Happy, who was with him up there, nodded his head. "Not at all."

The baby only giggled, grinning at them as she waved her little hands in the air. "Ah!"

"You say that all the time," Natsu complained. "But then you never follow through. Gajeel and Laxus' kids don't puke on them! Not that I've asked around or anything, but, Navi, come on. Do you not like my scarf?"

He took it off then, holding it in front of her.

"Natsu," Happy warned, but he only shook his head.

"She can hold it," he said, watching as the baby reached out to grab it. She was still rather unbalanced at times though and fell back then, landing gently on the pillows behind her. Clutching the scarf in her hands, she giggled as Natsu only shifted to lay on his side next to her, smiling. "See? She- Ah, Navi! No!"

Apparently, the kid could also snot on his stuff without fear of reprimanding.

His scarf had never gone through such treatment before on a regular basis. And Lucy would only shrug, like it didn't matter.

Of course it mattered! It was all that mattered!

But what could he do? The baby sure liked the scarf. And he sure liked giving her things she liked. But she also seemed to enjoy messing things up.

A lot.

Like sometimes, he'd play blocks with her. And, being the guy who he was, he'd get real intense about his tower. Trying to build it higher and higher and-

Oh, wow, and there Navi was once again knocking it down with a devious giggle.

She was pure evil!

But…she was still his baby.

Yet another thing he learned from her was that that you had tons of hair. So if, say, a young child decided to tug strands of it out, you'd be fine. No, really.

Expect it would hurt like hell.

"Why does she only pull my hair?" Natsu complained.

"Maybe she thinks it's pretty," Lucy would always be quick to offer.

"Well, it's not, Navi," he'd tell her. "So knock it off."

But she wouldn't. And he couldn't yell at her. Not really. She was so tiny and needy and loads of fun.

And the older she got, the more she ate. Just like him! To a lesser extent.

"You shouldn't feed her so much," Lucy would scold whenever he came home with sweets for her.

"Why not?" Quite honestly, he just used her desire for food to fuel his own. "She's about the size of Happy now. Shouldn't she eat as much as him?"

"No. Definitely not."

"Hey," Happy complained. "Are you saying I'm fat?"

"No," Lucy said with a roll of her eyes. "But I am saying that a two year old shouldn't eat all the things you give her."

"C'mon, Luce. I waited a whole two years to be able to share everything with her," Natsu insisted. "First I couldn't feed her anything but milk, which, by the way, stunk. Then she could hardly chew. Now she can, but I still can't just feed her whatever? I mean, look at her. You like it, huh, Navi?"

That was another thing he learned. The kid was always on his side.

"Yes," was her answer to all of his questions. That's how come he always phrased them to where that was the correct answer. It was her favorite word, after all. "Yes!"

He used that against Lucy all the time. Like when he just got home from a job and didn't feel like doing something, he'd just use Navi.

"I can't cook dinner tonight, Luce," he'd say. "Navi likes it better when you cook. Don't you, Navi?"

"Yes!"

Or,

"Lucy, I'm training. I can't watch her. Just take her to the market with you. You'll behave, won't you, Navi?"

"Yes!"

She was pretty awesome when it came to stuff like that.

Gah! And Natsu realized just how much fun it was to teach the baby to talk. The older she got, the more words he taught her. It reminded him of Happy, who, by the way, helped out a lot.

"She's kinda like your little sister, Hap," Natsu told him once.

That didn't go over well.

"Gross," he said. "That would make you my dad."

"And what's wrong with that?"

Happy snickered then. "And then Lucy would be my mom."

"Oh, no, I agree with you now. Gross. Poor Navi."

"Poor me!"

"Trust me," Lucy told them as Happy hid behind Natsu for protection. "Lisanna can definitely take the honor as your mother, Happy."

"Why? I'm not good enough for you?"

"You just said you didn't want me anyways!"

"Sheesh. You know, I'm a lot nicer to you than you are to me."

"You are not. You say horrible things about me all the time."

"You gave my room away!"

"It wasn't your room to begin with. It was going to be Navi's from the start. That's why we moved into this place when I got pregnant. You're the one that started sleeping in there."

"You sure are a rotten stepmother."

"Shut up, you stupid cat."

Natsu only grinned at Navi though who giggled at the facing he was making.

"They argue because they love each other, huh?" He patted her on the head gently. "So don't worry none. Be more scared when they stop arguing."

Oh, no, by that point Navi was all used to their yelling. Lucy yelled a lot. From Natsu and Happy's point of view at least. Of course, it would be neglectful to not mention that it was usually their faults that she was yelling, but hey, they were messy. She knew that going in.

Natsu and Happy though, they made a lot of noise too. It was kinda problematic at the start. Natsu had to learn to tone down his excitement over things. He had a tendency to yell for no reason which, those first few months, could send Navi into hysterics. Especially if she was in the middle of a nap.

And poor Happy, he had to learn too not to blurt out, "Aye, sir!" at the top of his lungs whenever Lucy asked him to do something.

She was sensitive to noise back then.

Not anymore though. Nope. The kid made more noise than all of them at times. Especially when she was happy. She would yell and scream when Natsu tickled her or when she was riding up on his shoulders, shouting out to everything.

They were just loud people, he guessed. And it was great…when she wasn't throwing a tantrum.

Which, slowly, became the daily norm.

"My ears are precious, kid. They hear everything," he told her once as he and Happy tried to bribe her with toys and the such to calm her down. "And this isn't helping anything."

"Why does she cry though if there's nothing wrong?" Happy didn't rather like her fits either. "Maybe we should just leave quietly and go on a mission. Let Lucy deal with her."

"Luce ain't home. And we can't leave the baby by herself. Believe me, I thought about it."

Happy took off for the window then. "Maybe you can't leave her, but I can."

"Happy!"

"You're the father. Not me. I'mma go see if Carla's down at the guildhall."

"How could you, little buddy?"

"Like this," he said, jumping out of the window, wings giving him flight immediately. "Bye, Natsu. Bye, Navi."

"Sometimes he's the worst," Natsu complained, giving up on calming the little girl down and taking to just laying on his stomach. Navi was still sitting on the floor, whining loudly.

"And you're not much better right now," he grumbled to his daughter. "When are you gonna grow out of this, huh? Or at least go back to being a baby who slept all day and only cried when I had nothing important to do."

Apparently, there was no reasoning with the child. For another ten straight minutes, she practically screamed her lungs out. Honestly, Natsu was more impressed than anything else.

"You've got some roar," he complimented to no avail.

Sigh.

If Lucy got home and saw, once more, that he'd been unable to stop the baby from crying, she'd tell him once again that he wasn't ready to be left alone with her.

Which wasn't fair, by the way. The baby cried around Lucy too. So what if she was able to figure out her needs easier? Sometimes the kid didn't need anything. She just wanted to scream. Throw a fit.

How was that his fault?

As he laid there that day though, listening to her whine and waiting for Lucy to come back so that he could go track down Happy and then train, he started to get a little sleepy.

He was hoping that Navi was too, but she just wasn't letting up.

It was when he shut his eyes though and stopped responding to her that it happened.

Not immediately, but rather gradually, her cries tapered off. He was drifting away then too though and didn't notice at first.

"Daddy?" Navi was over next to him then, poking at his cheek. "Daddy?"

"Mmmm," he groaned. "You done cryin'?"

She poked at his face some more. "Nigh-nigh?"

"Naptime."

"Na-me."

"Mmmhmm."

Moving further down then, the toddler went to snuggle up against his side. Naptime.

Oh, and that was the most important thing Natsu learned. One of those ones that he didn't think he was ever missing. And maybe he wasn't, before, but since she was born, he'd come to realize it.

He never felt more whole than when she was snoozing next to him. And if she took after him in energy and gluttony, her ability to sleep the day away was high too.

Chuckling slightly as he reached down with one hand to pat her on the head, he knew there would never be another feeling like it. He'd give up everything for Navi. Even when she was annoying, she was still his favorite person in the world.

"Maybe no trainin' today," he mumbled as Navi yawned, snuggling closer. "After our nap, we can go to the park, huh? You wanna go to the park, Navi?"

"Yes," she mumbled tiredly. It was hard, throwing a tantrum for that long. "Pa'k."

"Mmmm. And we gotta find Happy. That traitor. He'd like to go to the park too, I'm sure."

"Happy."

"Mmmhmm."

"Mommy?"

Rolling onto his side, Natsu scooped her up so that she could rest closer to his face.

"She can come too. When she gets home. Not too soon though," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her head. "I hope."

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(A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It... hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but... closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

"My little Sinner."

Poppy's voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble's. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes... they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn't opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now... burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was... so beautiful.

"M-my... Poppy."

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier... she was...

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

"My little Rumble..." She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. "... I missed you so... so much."

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked... it didn't do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake... and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could...

"Rumble."

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when  "Y... ye...?"

"You look so desperate like that." She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy's punishments... but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn't hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

"You are so... perfect. Come here?" She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth...

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. "VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!"

The lovers were... less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way... at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn't Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

"You could have simply knocked..." Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. "I was going to thank him."

"Oh, you two were... uhm, gimme a-- VEEEEIGAR, DON'T COME UP, THEY'RE BUSY!" Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. "I'm... w-we can... you... you don't have to."

"Don't have to do what?"

"T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I... y-you..."

"Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again..." Poppy's hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. "And again... and again..."

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and... so, so much better...

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn't be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn't stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. "Oh, and you guys, when you're done, just... come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover's seed for the first time since she fell...

"Another round, my love..?"

"Y-ye... ye..." Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely in a perverted high of love...

... and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something... more.

"Honey?" Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was... well, she wasn't satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. "You mind if I come in?"

"... just a second, dear." Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

"...Teemo, what's going on." She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. "Did something happen and are you not telling me... just, what's going on?"

"I told you everything that's going on, dear." He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

"So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I'm there too, hell, I'm pretty sure--"

"No, it's not that." There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. "It's... nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I'll make it go away myself. Promise. You don't have to worry." He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

"You know I'm here too, right. Like... you don't have to do whatever it is you're doing alone. Really! Just because I didn't get my horns cracked, or aren't sucking Galio's dick... I'm still your girlfriend, right?"

He blushed. Yes, she was... and there's nothing in this world he'd trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost... no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love... and yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

"You are. That's why I'm telling you not to worry. Because you really don't have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise."

"Don't, don't say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah... I'll... I'll take your word." She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. "Uh, while I'm getting ready... can you go and wash these? I'm having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn't even know I had a sundress."

"Of course, my darling." He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone... by himself.. thinking. She shouldn't worry, truly, this wouldn't affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy... well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they'd be much of a loss, anyway. And it'd help him feel... less... gah, he was supposed to be an Incubi, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

"See you soon, my love." He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

"See ya..." She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong...

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle's child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana's clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn't lied to Tristana... much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn't that he hated Poppy, although he wasn't exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he'd quit. No, he didn't hate them... he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was... thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was... he'd never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn't seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him very angry.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn't deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble... the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was smart, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how...

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature, of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea... but well, he hadn't gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he'd prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn't get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was... nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative...

"Honey, I'm back." He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

"Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use... anything else, I'm not gonna lie..." She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

"I can try a few tricks. Even though I'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing you like this.." He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I know I don't."

"You're such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?"

"You get the rest of the night free that way." He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

"... ok you little sly fox, come on."

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath... he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn't be happier.

[drabbles-n-stuff]

A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It… hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but… closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

“My little Sinner.”

Poppy’s voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble’s. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes… they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn’t opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now… burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was… so beautiful.

“M-my… Poppy.”

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier… she was…

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

“My little Rumble…” She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. “… I missed you so… so much.”

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked… it didn’t do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake… and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could…

“Rumble.”

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when  "Y… ye…?“

“You look so desperate like that.” She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy’s punishments… but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn’t hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

“You are so… perfect. Come here?” She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth…

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. “VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!”

The lovers were… less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way… at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn’t Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

“You could have simply knocked…” Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. “I was going to thank him.”

“Oh, you two were… uhm, gimme a– VEEEEIGAR, DON’T COME UP, THEY’RE BUSY!” Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. “I’m… w-we can… you… you don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to do what?”

“T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I… y-you…”

“Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again…” Poppy’s hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. “And again… and again…”

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and… so, so much better…

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn’t be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn’t stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. “Oh, and you guys, when you’re done, just… come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover’s seed for the first time since she fell…

“Another round, my love..?”

“Y-ye… ye…” Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love…

… and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something… more.

“Honey?” Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was… well, she wasn’t satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. “You mind if I come in?”

“… just a second, dear.” Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

“…Teemo, what’s going on.” She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. “Did something happen and are you not telling me… just, what’s going on?”

“I told you everything that’s going on, dear.” He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

“So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I’m there too, hell, I’m pretty sure–”

“No, it’s not that.” There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. “It’s… nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I’ll make it go away myself. Promise. You don’t have to worry.” He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

“You know I’m here too, right. Like… you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re doing alone. Really! Just because I didn’t get my horns cracked, or aren’t sucking Galio’s dick… I’m still your girlfriend, right?”

He blushed. Yes, she was… and there’s nothing in this world he’d trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost… no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love… and yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

“You are. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. Because you really don’t have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise.”

“Don’t, don’t say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah… I’ll… I’ll take your word.” She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. “Uh, while I’m getting ready… can you go and wash these? I’m having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn’t even know I had a sundress.”

“Of course, my darling.” He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone… by himself.. thinking. She shouldn’t worry, truly, this wouldn’t affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy… well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they’d be much of a loss, anyway. And it’d help him feel… less… gah, he was supposed to be an Incubus, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

“See you soon, my love.” He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

“See ya…” She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong…

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle’s child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana’s clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn’t lied to Tristana… much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn’t that he hated Poppy, although he wasn’t exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he’d quit. No, he didn’t hate them… he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was… thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was… he’d never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn’t seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him furious.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn’t deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble… the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was a gifted engineer, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how…

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea… but well, he hadn’t gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he’d prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn’t get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was… nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative…

“Honey, I’m back.” He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

“Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use… anything else, I’m not gonna lie…” She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

“I can try a few tricks. Even though I’m sure they wouldn’t mind seeing you like this..” He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know I don’t.”

“You’re such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?”

“You get the rest of the night free that way.” He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

“… ok you little sly fox, come on.”

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath… he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn’t be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes… though that one didn’t seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn’t quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. “… Teemo?”

The little Devil was dressed up in her clothes! And, she couldn’t lie… he looked pretty damn cute in them. Steam rose from the clothes while he cooked a healthy breakfast for them, not even raising his eyes from the scrambled eggs he was preparing. “I think it’s about time we visit Poppy. You think you’ll be ready soon?”

“Wait… it’s like…” She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. “… it can’t be past eight. Why the rush?”

“Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?” He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic…

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fair. Well, I’ll take a bath, you uh… you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants.” She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

There was… something inside of him, that he couldn’t quite recognize. He felt it before, but so long ago… it felt odd, odd and unpleasant. And it only got stronger the more he thought about what he was about to do. No matter. The smile that he had to force down whenever he thought about that Ang… Poppy crying, and Rumble rolling around like the mindless Imp he ought to be… oh, it made him shiver!

By the time Tristana was out of the bath, Teemo seemed done with her clothes, moaning out loud as he enjoyed his meal. It was… odd, seeing him like this. He was always so happy-go-lucky, but now? Now he seemed almost downright excited. She didn’t see that spark in those fiendish eyes since the first night they met… what once made her wet with anticipation, now made her deeply uncomfortable.

“So… uh… real eager to meet your new friend, huh? Guess I’ll be hanging out with Rumble while you two… do your business.” She was dressing up in the spot, knowing she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted. But seeing Rumble would be nice, and learning about what happened with Poppy. It had been a while since she last saw her… how much did an angel change until they turned into a demon? It didn’t seem like a lot but… hell, not her.

“Oh, no, I won’t be talking much with Poppy. Much. I think you’d do well in getting her acquainted with the more…” He picked up a strip of bacon, smiling, eyes glued to it. “…savory, parts of sex.”

“Wait, wait. She’s a succubus though.”

“No one’s born knowing everything. Sometimes you need a few nudges before you learn how things work.” He purred, his fur standing up as he licked his fingers from the grease and fat. “Hungry?”

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

She was on her and Rumble’s guest room, and while he was recovering downstairs, she was trying to figure out how to not keep her assets bouncing or people looking at them. Sure she was in this house of friendly Sinners, but… maybe it was some residual shame, maybe she wasn’t used to it… but she just wanted to be somewhat covered up. And even blankets made her warm to the point of discomfort.

Eh, she’d find something.

Rumble could feel the fur on his back stand up with the mere sound of Poppy’s steps, looking up from his borrowed book and around him. She was just coming downstairs, but still, he could barely keep his excitement down. Lulu was just in the kitchen, finishing up a chocolate cake to put most bakers from Bandle to shame.

Neither the sorceress or the mechanic could keep their eyes away from the amethyst that appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden curls all the way to her hips, the massive horns adding a sense of enticing danger… and her eyes, a mix of pink and purple that even the Dark Mage himself would find it insulting to compare to the night sky. It was pulsating. And they stared right through Rumble, just as her toothy smile pierced his heart like a hundred love arrows.

It didn’t help that she was naked, either.

“My little sinner.” She purred, voice smooth as silk and addicting as poison. “Dearest ally.” She bowed to Lulu with all the respect and dignity a royal deserved. It took her a while, but finally, she realized what was going on.

“You… you two are breathing, yes? Release.” She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. “… sorry.”

“N-nononono, it’s, it’s fine Poppy…” Lulu spoke while trying to recompose herself, eyes darting from the massive breasts to the hypnotic irises, unable to focus on just one piece of pure magnificence. Man, if only Vei was here to see it too. “Uh… I… I have to go talk with… Veigar! Yes! I’ll, uhm, leave you two be. Keep the cake there, please?” Nodding to herself, Lulu disappeared through a door that wasn’t in the walls before.

“… d-did I scare her?” Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

“No, no you didn’t.. you’re just… you’re just… that hot.” He purred, closing his book and putting it away in a table he thought was there, startling himself with the sound of it hitting the floor, but even that wasn’t enough to take his eyes away. “W-wh-why aren’t you wearing clothes, Dear?”

“Because nothing fits me, I don’t know where my armor is and everything else that could cover me makes me feel like I’m burning.” A somewhat miffed frown soon turned into a smile. “But hey, at least now I know what anger is. I… I don’t know, I quite like it, but I also want my problems to be solved. It’s weird! This is so good!”

“I’m so happy for you, my dear!” Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

“And you know, none of this would’ve happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more…” She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

Barely an inch from each other’s lips, Poppy looked up, startled. Rumble was way too busy being crushed and loving every second of it to actually process what was going on, so the one that had to walk to the front door was actually Poppy, leaving a mortal with a boner and a dreamy look on his face behind.

“Poppy!” The Incubus almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

“Wait.. is Lulu home?” Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

“No, she’s, well kind of but she’s away… uhm. I think she wouldn’t mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah, I think so. Uh, Poppy, why don’t you talk to Trist for a while? I think she’s has spent way too much time with a guy… maybe she needs some girl on girl time, yes?” With a devious smirk, he purred. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff… but I guess it’ll have to wait? Trist?” Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubus’ face.

“So… Rumble.” He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn’t affect anything. “How’s Poppy been treating you?”

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to talk about… oh, thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something.” Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. “Man, she’s the fucking greatest. She’s… not to insult your girlfriend but… I’d give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again.” He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

“Isn’t that sweet.” Teemo looked away as well, thanking the seven circles that they finally gave him something easy. Tristana was sweet and delicious… but this? This filled him with joy. “You know Rumble… I don’t want to be mean. I really don’t. But do you think you deserve her? Truly? I mean, look at you.”

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. “I mean… I’ve improved a lot, man. If I have her around… maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time.”

“Rumble.” Teemo placed a hand on his shoulder, purring with joy. “I’m your friend. and your best friend’s boyfriend. So heed my advice. You’re… well, you’re pathetic. If I didn’t know you were here beforehand, I might’ve sat on top of you. You have arms the size of toothpicks. Your inventions fail, you don’t have enough stamina to satisfy her… I know that for a fact.” He smiled, watching as Rumble squirmed and tried to make himself smaller on the seat, his insecurities being poked left and right, the joy of Poppy being safe and the fact that Teeemo was, indeed, Tristana’s boyfriend… he had to be trusted.

“But,” Teemo spoke, and though he didn’t have words for an answer, he saw Rumble’s ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. “You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove.”

“Y-yeah?!” The small mechanic was almost jumping out of the chair as he scrambled to find a comfy position to look up at Teemo, ready to take whatever advice he had to heart. “C'mon you’re a Devil but you can’t keep that away from me man… don’t tease…”

“That’s the spirit. You remember this?” Teemo reached for Rumble’s left hands, thumb pulling away fur to the barely visible remains of seven circles. “You know… Demons find sinners impressive. Y'know what would make Poppy swoon for you? Drop to her knees and just beg for you?”

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. “Sin… sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean… sin to your heart’s content… and further beyond.”

"But, but like…” Rumble pulled his hand away, taken back by the ‘advice’. “I’m, I’m in a pretty good spot already dude. She loves me…”

“For now.”

“… for now…” Rumble slumped on the chair, sighing. “Yeah… for now…”

They stayed in silence for a while, Teemo silently enjoying his victory, while Rumble soaked in this information. She was a succubus… a recently turned one. Maybe they worked like dogs or something. Younger ones were always full of energy… the older they were, the less. Well, Poppy had just fallen. She’d probably get bored of him in a few days then, weeks if he was lucky.

“All of them?”

“She’s a Succubus, so I’d say sleeping around might earn you some renown in her heart but… yeah. Go wild.”

“Fuck no, I’m not cheating on her, but… yeah, yeah! I’ll just do extra on the other ones. Oh man. Oh man, I’m ready for this.” Teemo savored each and every word, lying back on the chair as Rumble talked about his ideas.

“Oh, I got one right now. Gimme a moment.” He hopped out of his chair, running to the kitchen. While he was busy, Poppy and Tristana came downstairs, both of them giggling.

“…I thought that’s a boy’s only thing… wait, do you have one?”

“What? No… not a real one at least. You can buy these. They’re like belts. Then you just kind of move your hips like… oh, hey Teemo! Where’s Rumble?”

Just as they stopped in front of the chair Rumble had been sat on, he came back, a slice of cake in hands and two forks. With a kiss on the succubus’ kiss and a smile to the Demon, he stabbed a piece. “Sorry honey. Was grabbing a bite for us.”

“Wait wasn’t that… Lulu’s? Did she allow this?” Poppy grabbed the fork, and was hesitant… but she did look at the cake with wide, starving eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it. Just have a bite.” Nodding to Teemo, he stared at Tristana with a cocky smirk. “Yeah Trist, me and Poppy should be going now… I think we kept Lulu much too busy. Let’s go. We can return the plate later.”

“Oh… uh… I thought we could catch up and–”

“Nah Nah, you know, I’m fine, she’s fine… I think that’s enough. Uh, I’ll be seein’ you two.” Without much ceremony, and quite hastily, he rushed into the woods with a gleeful smile as Poppy and him ate cake. They even took the plate…

“Did, did you do something? Did I say something?” Tristana mumbled, scratching her head as she saw the two of them practically prancing in the distance.

“Why would you think that? They’re just off to fuck like bunnies. Like we should. Unless you want to hang out with Lulu for a bit?” A sweet, non-threatening smile. It unsettled Tristana beyond comprehension.

“Uh… no, y'know what, I think we could just go home. I need to get ready for the weekend anyway. Gunners will be busy. Don’t you have stuff to do as a scout too?”

“They barely notice me while I’m there. Might just think I’m that good.” He laughed, getting up and walking up to the door, left wide open by the two lovers. “But yes. I think you should.”

They walked home, Teemo as satisfied as he could be, while Tristana couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by how quickly Rumble fled when she came around. Man, she really hadn’t done a good job as a friend, huh? Damn…

One or two days passed without much difference, if anything, Poppy seemed to enjoy how energetic Rumble had become. Tristana also didn’t mind the tamer needs of Teemo, seeing as she herself could barely keep up with the usual. At least now she didn’t have to walk funny the next day… though the wrist marks would always be there.

Rumble had gone out for some secret reason, enough for the Fallen Angel to enjoy trying out something that fit her. Maybe it was because she was such a recent Succubi, maybe it was incompetence as a Demon, but no matter how much she tried she just couldn’t get anything to cover her! Damnation… at least when they had armor made for them, she could just fly down and ask for it…

Clumsily, she grabbed a wrench, a hammer, and a screwdriver. Truth be told, she only really helped Rumble carry things in and out… that and get his life back together. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He made it look SO easy. It couldn’t be that hard.

“Po… ppy?”

Rumble pushed the door open, waving away the smoke that filled the air as he walked in. The whole warehouse was smoking like it was one massive furnace, along with the heat of one! Too worried to think that Poppy was, in fact, quite used to the heat these days… he rushed into the smoke blindly, yelling for her.

He was met with a wall, and giggles.

“No, no, honey! I’m sorry!” More laughing and those warm, thick arms that could melt even the most stalwart knight wrapped up around him. Still giggling, Poppy met his lips with hers, finally setting him down.

“I uh, I may have… done some things wrong. And set fire to a thing or two. But it’s over! It’s just, uh, full of smoke now.”

“Did you melt the, anything that wasn't scrapped?”

“What? No.”

“… how the hell did you make so much…” Rumble started to cough out loud, waving up more and more of the smoke. “… so much smoke…?”

“Are you okay…?”

“My lungs are already black enough, don’t worry…” Another coughing fit as the smoke was really starting to settle in, making his eyes watery and breathing harder with every inhale.

Just as he thought that maybe rushing inside a smoke-filled building without a plan was maybe not that great of an idea, he was lifted up. And kept being lifted up. If his lungs weren’t full of smoke, he might have asked what was going on, but the disgusting wheezing made it damn hard to do anything other than an attempt to not suffocate.

For a moment he felt his heart stop as he saw a blinding light. Oh fuck. Was he that much of a pussy? After being impaled by his own inventions multiple times, the electric shocks, that time Ziggs tossed a rock at his head… this was what took him down? Some smoke?

“Breathe deep.”

Her voice.

He did as he was told, and slowly managed to clear his view with time, he saw it. Her face, blocking out the sun. Even with that, her purple eyes glowed as vividly as they did in the dark of the night, a smile sharp as the harpoons he crafted for TRISTY… well, he’d need to think for a new acronym for it now. What was–

“Breathe.”

He was holding his breath. Letting it go, he finally completely understood just how starved for air he was, gasping and wheezing for air like someone that nearly drowned.

“Yes. Good boy.” She purred, lowering her head so their noses would touch.“

"Wh… are…” He looked around, the smoke below flowing up. “… are we flying?”

“Are we…? OH! Oh yes! I’m, I’m not actually sure how I managed to do that.”

Slowly they descended, and as Rumble managed to walk a small distance to give Poppy the comfort, he saw the… shapes?

They were wings, of course they were, but the thick smoke that formed them was always shifting as if pulled together and restrained by force instead of the graceful light that flowed like water with her every order. This? This was… disturbing.

“You look beautiful.”

She was covered in the marks of ash and sooth, molten steel clung to her shoulders like plating… deformed, broken, brittle plating. Even her pasty white horns had a new layer of grime each.

“I am most definitely not.” She said, before smirking. “You look fine for me, though.”

He was hunched, hands resting on his own knees for support as he tried to retch out whatever remained from the smoke. His fur was almost black, dusted up and dripping with sweat from the heat. It was horrible.

“Liar.” He smiled, and so did she.

It took them the rest of the day, but they finally stopped Rumble’s furnace from billowing smoke and cleaned most of the dust created by it. Rumble was much too tired to do much anything, but he didn’t want to look weak, not for his lover. As he laid down in his mattress, still barely able to be called clean, he smiled at Poppy.

“So, dear… you think you can go for a round before bed?” He spoke gently and hushed, barely able t keep his eyes open.

“Little Sinner…” She knelt beside the bed, caressing his ears as if he was a pet. “You need rest.”

“Yeah, and I know a good, comfy, warm place to rest in…” He smirked, trying to look confident despite his exhaustion.

“No, you’re not. Today you’re going to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll try to see a doctor. For now? For now, you stay down… and I will keep my eyes on you.” She lowered herself to touch her forehead with him, smiling as she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment of feeling the one she loved so close. “Rest well, and wake up refreshed.” She wrapped one of her hands around his and kissed his lips. “Please.”

So he did.

Well, he tried to.

When he woke up he could feel the sore, dry throat and how heavy he was breathing, though the ground around him seemed clean. Poppy wasn’t there, but he could hear someone in the warehouse with him.

“Poppy…?” He asked, getting into a coughing fit with even this minimal strain. Yikes, he was weak.

He couldn’t be weak… not for Poppy. Not in front of Poppy.

Forcing himself up, spitting black goop as he tried to compose himself, walking out in the open of the wide warehouse. “Hello? Hooooney?”

The sunlight bathed the Succubus as she struggled with metal pieces, trying to twist and bend them into recognizable shapes. She was failing, but her strength made Rumble’s knees weak… that, and the lungs chock-full of smoke which were still barely working.

Lifting her ears like an excited dog as she heard Rumble call out for her and walk, the Demoness smiled. “Rumble! Do you feel better? I don’t want to mess up again… I uh, I can’t, I don’t think I can sleep even in this form so I just… decided to clean up the place while you were down. Are you hungry? Should we go eat something?”

“N-no.. don’t, don’t worry about it, I’m cool as a cucumber, hon.” He tried to stand upright and puff out his chest, but it just ended up with another coughing fit.

“… maybe you should go back to resting?”

“W-wha?! Nah, Nah, I’m alright. Let’s go. What were you planning on doing?”

“Well, first off, maybe a bath should be the priority.” She put down the bent pieces, walking up to her lover, cupping his cheeks on her hands. “It will help you. Promise.”

He nodded. “Yeah, bathing… It could be nice. Yeah.”

“I think Lulu’s plac–”

“Yeah! Yeah, let’s go there.”

“… you sound eager.”

“Oh, y' know, I just, I just really want to be clean again.”

“I’m glad. Your fur is prettier without all this..” She brushed his arm, trying to wipe some of the dust away. “Blue as the sky, soft as silk and white as snow…”

“Y-you’re flustering me, babe.”

“That only makes you cuter in my eyes, my little Sinner.”

They held hands as they went into the woods, Poppy’s hums filling the air with a joy Rumble could not completely describe. It was… good. It was good. It was really good.

“Uh, Poppy.”

“Yes, my Love?”

“You uh... wh-what are the sins again?”

She looked towards him, smiling. “Why do you want to know?”

“Uhm, just, curiosity. Y'know, now you’re a demon and all.”

“That… I don’t see how that affects anything?”

“Y'know, just so like… so I know, and stuff.”

“That isn’t a very clear answer.” Stopping dead on her tracks, she made Rumble face her, and very lightly and gently raised his chin so he was looking her dead in the eye. “Tell me, little Sinner… please.”

It would have been effective, could Rumble even speak when faced with such beauty. Even the frail display of dominance by Poppy already had him hard as the trunks surrounding them, a knot on his throat as he had no clue how to deal with this.

“… let’s just go bathe, then. You don’t need to know.”

Walking away, fingers slipping away from his chin as she stepped forward, Rumble dutifully following on her heels like an obedient dog. She didn’t want to admit it, but this feeling of power was… enticing. Poppy delighted herself knowing that every touch on Rumble’s skin stole his breath and made him desire her even further. It was too much power… but she tried to restrain herself, at least.

There were a few moths floating around, but nothing out of the ordinary. That is until Rumble started to take his shorts off. Rattling on his pockets.

"Why are you taking those off..?”

“I, uhm, w-wh..”

Poppy pointed at the manor behind them, a confused but friendly smile on her face. “Even if they aren’t home… do you want to risk it?”

“That’s… yeah, that’s true. But uh..”

“Really? I was kind of hoping you’d say yes, actually! But come on, get in!” Poppy laughed as she let herself fall in the water with arms spread while still facing Rumble, steam rising up as the heat of her body crashed against the cold, mostly still water.

“God frickin’…” In an impulse that he only realized was an idiotic move much too late, he jumped into the water, falling straight into Poppy’s arms. Though while she expected a kiss and maybe even fondling, she got a desperate Rumble patting his shorts and cursing under his breath. Letting him go, he soon made his way to the lake’s shore, pulling out a…

“Rumble? Since… since when do you smoke?”

“I, uh…”

Poppy crawled up to him, sitting beside him. “Rumble.”

“You’re… you’re a succubi and stuff… I thought… I thought maybe…”

“Succubus, it’s Succubus. And you must stop.”

“Wait, should I? Why?”

Poppy blinked a couple of times, confused, before frowning as Rumble made a face of confusion even more bewildered than her.

“Because it’ll kill you!”

“I mean yeah, but drugs and… isn’t that a Demon thing? Drugs?”

“Yes, but guess what, you’re not a Demon, I’ve barely had this job… uhm… new life. I’ve only had your dick! And truth be told I’m pretty sure that’s as much dick as I need. Guess what. If you die, I don’t get your dick anymore! I don’t know how souls work down there! I just make them repent before being murdered! I… did. Man, what a lame job. I loved it. B-but yeah, I have NO clue what happens down the line. Maybe you’ll go to Limbo and I’ll never be able to see you ever again! That is not good!”

She saw Rumble curling up in shame, almost tearing up. He was small. So small.

Picking him up on her lap, she purred, letting her warmth heat him up from the cold water. “Don’t worry, Little Sinner… I appreciate you trying. I do. I really do. But I would rather have you alive. Alive and well. That is all I ask, Sinner… Rumble… Love.”

Like a spell, Rumble calmed down, though he still seemed rather disappointed on himself.

“I just want to impress you.”

“You do that every day.”

Did he? He didn’t feel like he did. Working with junk and not giving enough attention and love to her, enough… everything. He wasn’t enough. He simply wasn’t.

“Sure.”

“No, no, I mean it! You try. And that’s the first step. You don’t need to sin. Though…” She bit his ear very softly, laughing at the surprised yelp he let out. “… you could be a little vainer. You look… well, I think I can fix that. Or at least start.”

Before Rumble could even ask what happened, he was already getting washed by his girlfriend, humming happily as she did her best to scrub away every inch of dust. “You’ll be fine, Love. You will be beautiful…”

“Hooooney, I’m home!” Tristana yelled, walking inside with a skip on her step, Boomer on a sling around her shoulder and sweat dripping down her forehead. “Teemo?”

She stopped in the middle of the living room, frowning. “Teemo…?”

He was home, she knew it, just… why wasn’t he answering?

She walked through the house and searched every room, growing more confused by the hour… until she saw it.

“Teemo since when have you been up there?”

With comically tiny bat wings, the Demon hovered almost glued to the ceiling, dozens of tiny notes glued to the ceiling much too far for Tristana to read it. “What the fuck, dude?”

The Incubus looked down, floating as gently as a feather in the wind all the way to the ground, where goat hooves tapped the floor. "What? I'm working."

"Flying isn't a scout thing." She crossed her arms, taking a good look at him. He was... different. Not much. But enough to unsettle her. His fur was luxurious, like silk, shiny. The fluff on his neck a blood red, puffy, like a Lion's mane. Even his horns were now white as a candle, glowing like there was a flame inside. He was beautiful.

And... beautiful wasn't a thing she expected for him.

"It isn't, no, but I'm still getting a paycheck, and I'm still working. It's just a side project. Don't worry about anything." He kissed the tip of her nose, speaking faster and faster. "I'm just thinking about some things. You know that Succubus? Yeah, I've been meaning to finally sit down with her and discuss some stuff. I know we tried to talk last time but I didn't say anything and--"

"Ok, ok. Look. Do that. I'll go to sleep. I'll be in bed." She purred, leaving Boomer on a counter as she walked to her room, falling on the bed.

And, to her annoyance, she slept without a disturbance.

It wasn't the fact she didn't wake up creampied, or naked, or even with hickeys painting her neck. He wasn't sleeping beside her. He wasn't even in the same room.

She bathed and dressed up, and still no sign of him. On the counter where she left Boomer, a note tied to the gun. 'Went to see those two, be back when you're off duty!'

A sigh.

Well, at least Gunner work would keep her mind distracted long enough...

"...so she said no?"

"Yeah. She doesn't want me smoking and stuff. I mean, neither do I, honestly..."

"Drugs and gambling aren't the only sins, you know."

"Not... really. I got, I got no clue. I mean I know fucking is, apparently. Killing others too? That seems reasonable? B-but I don't really want to kill anyone if I can choose."

"You're willing to kill for her?" Teemo smiled in disbelief. What a naive little moron...

"You don't even know, dude."

"No, but I'm starting to get an idea. Say. Sloth is a sin. Anger. Envy." He licked his lips with that word, body well aware of what the mind couldn't see. "Greed. Your pockets have been awfully light, haven't they? Pride... vanity. Be the man you want her groveling over."

"That.. sounds like cuckoldry."

"You don't know what the sins are, yet you know that...?"

".... well are those all of the sins? Being lazy, angry, envying stuff, wanting stuff and being cool?"

"Lust. There's also lust."

"Well I can't dick her all day, so I'll... I'll... thanks, man. I'll do my best for her."

"You get'em, tiger. I'll be here if you have any questions."

Rumble nodded and smiled, walking to Poppy with his chest puffed and arms ready to punch someone, but with every step, he lost a little more of his composure.

Poppy had found clothes, yes, and somehow she was prettier than ever. They were just outside of the Junkyard, while Poppy danced amongst the dead leaves and rusty soil, a dirty and ragged sundress, a faded yellow like the memory of good days long gone. The violet skin glistening in the sunlight and giving new life to those rags, making Rumble's heart flutter uncontrollably. She was good. Too good for him. And he'd never get over that fact.

"Uh, Po-Poppy, Teemo's..." He looked over his shoulder, as the Demon gave him a thumbs up. The Succubus slowly stopped spinning, looking over to Rumble with a smile, patient.

"Teemo's.. uh... leaving soon! And we should... uhm.. do... do something. Right?" He smiled nervously, placing his hands behind his back and grasping his wrists tightly. At that moment he had forgotten every word uttered by Teemo, and even his own, eyes and mind dedicated only to her.

"Like?" She blinked, unable to stand completely still, holding her dress' skirt with the tip of her fingers, swaying it back and forth like a maiden waiting for her partner's move in this dance.

"Uh... pfft, I.. hum..." He scratched his arms, looking at the trees above as if searching for an answer that wasn't there. "... do you... do you like that dress?"

"That's not a thing to do, no... and truth be told, it is rather enjoyable. I would keep it. But I do miss... I don't know, the weight. Oh! Wait! Rumble! Do you think we could make something for me?" She smiled, looking away with a cheeky grin. "Without almost burning your house down this time..."

"I w-was just about to suggest that!" He said with a relieved smile on his face.

"Good! Then it is decided, yes?" Tilting her body to the side and standing in one foot so she could lean further, she stared past Rumble, straight into the Demon standing a couple of feet behind them. "You can go home now! We're busy!... yep, there he goes!"

Standing still once again and pulling her dress out of her body with one swift motion, she bowed. "Well, to my... class, yes? I guess it's about time I sit down and learn after what I tried to put you through..." She purred, walking closer to him, slinging the dress over her shoulder. "... but I have to admit, you look cuter without rust clinging to your fur..."

"Don't, I don't trust that." He chuckled, his smile slowly dying down. "You... here... uh, we, we probably need something that isn't a bunch of rusty shit for your armor though, right?"

"Oh. No, no I do not, in fact, want to have rusty... things all over me." She clicked her tongue, looking to her dress. "... maaaybe clean this up too while we're at it."

"Don't worry, I can go and-

"Oh, no! I'll wash it myself. You're... you're too delicate. Would you like to watch?" Without waiting for a reply, Poppy turned around and went to the woods. She didn't need to utter a word to have him following her. To be desired was to sin, but honestly, that was the least important part of this all. The soul she was supposed to save clung to her so needy, and she couldn't let go of it even if she wanted... a memory of times that felt so long ago now, a small caricature of a human dressed up as a soldier... yes! That was Rumble! But she would not fit him for battle, she'd fit him as the most beautiful Sinner to ever walk the Earth, and when the time came, Hell. She wanted to be holding his leash. To have everyone see just what she could make. How smart her... ah, what was the word they used for those things? 'Dolls'? Yes... Rumble would be her doll.

Like an apprentice watching the Master work on their magnum opus, Rumble stood behind watching intently as Poppy scrubbed the dirt away with sharp, short nails, using the water to rinse it again and again until the faded yellow got just that tiny more faded.

Without missing a beat, she slid herself back on it, like it was a second skin. "Alright. Done and ready. Where will we get the materials?" She smiled, ignoring the holes and ragged appearance of the dress.

"Uhm... we could try..." Yeah that was the hard part, wasn't it? "... we could... uh... I guess... uh... OH! Ziggs! Ziggs should be willing to give us some!"

"Incredible! Then by all means my love... guide the way."

And so he did, and it wasn't until they were in front of the old airfield Rumble realized just how man heads Poppy must've turned. She was beautiful and that definitely factored in all that... but also, she did have massive protuding horns that apparently sprouted out of nowhere.

Yeah, that must've been weird.. oh well.

The door slowly opened, a concerned Ziggs staring at them both.

"So that's... Poppy?"

"Yes! Hello, Ziggs."

"..." He opened his mouth, thinking whether or not he should speak, but the curiosity got the best of him. "C-can you even fit through the door with those?"

"Hey, my Lady's big but not that big!" Rumble hissed, but Ziggs paid no heed, and Poppy just laughed.

"Honey he was talking about the horns."

"... riiiight."

"Well, are you two coming in?" Ziggs nodded towards the large hall where dozens of Yordles were hard at work, building engines and empty hulls of steel, materials, and tools standing all around as sparks flew and hammers stroke iron.

"Oh, this place could use a bit of tidying up..." Poppy mumbled, feeling her purple cheeks flushing red. It was a mess.

"Well, first comes building these trains... second thing, looks and aesthetic." Ziggs nodded, taking them into one of the small rooms already built on the warehouse, smiling as the other two sat down.

"So, what do you guys want? Heim ain't home and I don't care what he has to say."

"Well... uh... w-we wanted to build her some armor..."

Ziggs frowned. "Commission a blacksmith?"

There was an awkward moment of silence before it clicked. "Ah, right. Being poor. Right. Man, it's good to have funding..."

"Yeah, wish I knew that sensation." Rumble hissed once again, though he didn't exactly want to. It made him look cool though. At least, he hoped it did. That's what Teemo said, right? Being angry was one of the sins...

"How much do you think you both need? I got some ingots, there's probably enough oil around here to spare and sell and then some, leather, swage blocks, mandrel cones, spring swages, cutting chisels, punches... you name it."

"Oh, you, we don't, we don't have to pay for it?" Rumble leaned in his chair, somewhat annoyed but also relieved. He didn't have to bargain for it and thus couldn't show off to Poppy.. but it was free. "Yeah, that's... good. I'll, I'll just, take as much as we need, don't worry."

"I'd offer you two a spot here but... it's going to be a busy few weeks. Go do your business now. I should probably see how things are going on the engines." He nodded to Rumble, smiling. "Good luck bro. And you too, miss. I hope everything goes well with you two."

While they were both moving up the boxes with a cart that Ziggs had also graciously granted them, Rumble's mind stewed on what Teemo said. Though as he hoisted an extra box of high-quality steel, Poppy's hand stopped him.

"We have two already. I want armor, not a city."

"Well, yes but having more--"

"We will ask that nice friend of yours if need be." Her smile was confident, asserting dominance as she helped him place it down. "Now hop in. We have enough.. and an armor to build, yes?"

The sun was falling on the horizon as they approached the junkyard, a blood red dot in the distance standing just outside of their humble abandoned warehouse. Teemo waved as they came in, immediately pulling Rumble to the side as Poppy unloaded the boxes like they were feathers, letting the boys talk.

And if she knew what about, she'd weep.

"You're looking rather clean you know. What's keeping you from staining your hands?"

"Honestly man?.. her. Are you sure about that advice? Like it isn't just a thing you like?"

"Ask any demon and they'll tell you the same. What did you try to do?"

"... Steal a box and uh, be mean. I can't, I'm just not cut for being a bastard, I think..."

"That's because you're trying too hard. Maybe you should... yeah, I know just what you should do if that's the case. You're clearly not cut for being mean, so you know what you do? You own it. Be pathetic." He nodded, putting reassurance in Rumble's confused and meek mind. "Sit down. Gorge. Sleep. Sloth is the easiest sin to fall prey to for you mortals... and I'm sure gluttony follows on its tail, yes?"

"I don't have money to buy that food. And besides what, am I just to let her do everything?"

"You already are."

Rumble's cheeks and ears flushed red with rage, but Teemo was right. Poppy basically had done everything for him since she came along... wasn't he the man here? He was acting like a scarecrow! Sure had the appearance of one...

"So do it. Just lay down. She won't let you die... when you can give her so much pleasure just by being a sack of bones and skin. She'll love you unconditionally. Even if you can't show it." The Devil grinned, caressing Rumble's cheek. "Go. She seems done. I'll pass by tomorrow."

"T...thanks, bud." Rumble shook the Devil's hand, and went inside, taking a seat near the forge where he'd be 'overseeing' Poppy for the rest of the night, meanwhile Teemo gladly returned home, a shit-eating grin and a thirsty heart sated, for now.

And for days, it continued. Weeks. A month.

Teemo came in, the smile of a saint and the words of a snake drooling its sweet venom on Rumble's mind, clouding his judgment, but unable to stop his love of Poppy. Even as he sat on a chair and only got up to go to the bathroom, letting his fur grow and not allowing his Succubus to touch him despite so much teasing, he still guided her through every step as best as he could imagine.

At their home, Tristana waited every night for her Incubus to appear in the distance, only for them to exchange cold words and head to a chilled bed with no warmth passed between them.

Tristana was once again leaning against the window frame, eyes heavy and messy hair still reeking of sweat. She didn't forget to bathe... but she felt too tired. Not to blame the exercise... like her very core just wasn't into everything anymore. It was tiring just to think of it. It was more tiring to think about what was causing it.

"Hey honey."

"Hey..."

Tristana closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Deep breaths.

"What are you doing tonight?"

Teemo stopped on his tracks. That was... unexpected. "I, what?"

"Tonight. What are you doing?"

"Uhm. We usually sleep... I was heading to bed. Why?"

"..." Deep breaths. "... nothing, carry on ."

So he did.

And so she had to.

Rumble slept, hands over a pudgy belly that he had started to amass, though he didn't even eat that much trash. Even when he tried to be as unhealthy and lazy as he possibly could, Poppy still cared and treated him well as if he was her most precious treasure, and so he tried to return the favor by being the best teacher he could... ignoring the fact that he was not an armorsmith.

Poppy was finishing weaving her gorget, assembling link after link of chainmail like it was nothing. She was a natural. It would've made Rumble weep, had he not been too tired from the sudden shift of walking everywhere and pushing things several times his weight versus.. well, this.

"My Sinner?" She spoke caring like a mother, walking over to him... only to be greeted with snoring.

What had gotten into him?

Well, she could ask later. Clearly, he needed rest.

But... it didn't quite sit right with her, for some reason. It saddened her. Her little Sinner, Rumble... all broken up. A torn up doll. Yes, a doll... her doll.

Maybe there was a way to sew him up.

There had to be. But for now... she couldn't think of anything.

Back to her armor, then... at least it was something she enjoyed. She made each piece with Rumble in mind and loved every inch as much as she loved him.

And so it went.

No.

Not today.

Not this time.

Teemo walked in, wearing a beautifully tailored suit, made to fit him nearly to perfection. The few times Tristana actually got to see his eyes, they were sharper and... starving. The lustful slits that sought her every need now were vacuums, voids empty and shallow.

"Hello de--"

"Teemo."

Her tone was of unbridled rage, trying to be muffled by the tired soul she had become.

"Table. Now."

The coffee was cold, but Trist drank it anyway, staring at the table. She added too much sugar. It tasted horrible.

She stared at the bottom of the cup, trying to come up with words, while Teemo tapped the table with his nails, he didn't even look worried. He was bored.

"Teemo what happened."

"Mmm?"

"You don't, you're not a scout anymore."

"That's fine."

"Teemo when was the last time we kissed. I'm not even bringing up sex. Kissed. Smooched."

"... what?"

"Kissing, did you forget what Kissing is?"

"I'm wondering why that matters."

Deep bre-- nope. That wasn't gonna cut it.

"Teemo please don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

Tristana lowered her head, and cupped her face between her hands, groaning.

"What happened. Between us." She put her hands down on the table, trying to keep at least the semblance of composure. "Do you even remember my name?"

"Trist."

"Tristana."

"Ah, that's what I was missing... look, Trista--"

"Look what? Look what! I don't even care about the fact you've been squatting in my house for only Gods know how long, I care as to why the fuck you still pretend to care about me! Look at what happened! Look at me!" She looked even worse than the day Teemo arrived to look at her. Clearly, any progress she had made was long gone, bags under her eyes, unwashed clothes... it was a wonder she wasn't in bed reading something and eating whatever was lying around.

"Yeah, you look awful."

"No shit."

"Really."

"... since when are you so mean?"

"I'm just telling you the truth. I don't see what's wrong with it?"

"Yes, it hurts and it's your fault so I don't know why you feel entitled to remind me that yes, I do in fact look awful."

"Because it's true."

"Well, you know what else is true? You're acting like an asshole. A total twat. An unsurmountable shitstain. That's how all your relationships go? You stay nice and friendly for a bit then toss them aside and watch them suffer? Because I wouldn't put it past you. Not these days."

"Trist you know I love you." He got up. "And you're just making a fool of yourself here."

"No, I'm not. Since when do you wear ties? Why are you so cold all of a sudden? You don't even look like an, like an incubus anymore! You're like a fucking lawyer or some dumb shit!"

"Please."

"Please what, please kick you out so I can go back to looking for someone that actually deserves me? Teemo you forgot my name." She reached the boiling point. "No wonder you couldn't land a love past the first one..."

She stared deep in his eyes, frowning, too tired and annoyed to let the guilt of poking such an old wound settle.

He sat down.

"What do you want from me..?"

"A warm hug. Those sweet lies you whisper. Anything."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"Why?"

"I have a better question, why are you still here for me? Clearly, you don't l--"

"I LOVE YOU!" He slammed his fist on the table, flames bursting out of his eyes as he was consumed by unbridled rage. "I- I love you! This is... t-this.."

"This what?" She leaned on the table, a defiant stare. "This.. relationship?"

"Those two..."

Oh, that threw her off.

"...Rumble and Poppy?"

"Why... why are they...

... why are they...

w...why..."

He was sobbing.

It was... a pathetic sight. The perfectly tailored suit started to smoke, his beautifully groomed fur dried up like a puddle in the desert.

Tristana sat down and waited for him to regain his composure. His shriveled up form was a sight to behold and try to forget as soon as one could, and the smell of burnt cloth did nothing to help.

"Why are they happy?"

" 'Cuz they love each other...?"

"B-but I love you. I love you. I love you and I'm unhappy." He didn't even let Tristana try and answer before he got up, walking around the living room and gesturing wildly with every word, rags clinging to his body. "Why am I not happy? Why is everyone down there unhappy, why are YOU unhappy and they are happy, huh? Rumble is an idiotic bastard! Poppy is an IMBECILE! She just fell and she still clings to those little angelic things, the prude bitch! They laugh and cuddle and, and we do those things too, so, so why are they... why are they like that? W-why should they be allowed to continue? Huh? Tell me! TELL ME!"

"... wait, no, what?" Tristana was trying to keep herself from shaking his shoulders and slapping him for a reality check, but really that would only worsen everything. Besides, deep down, seeing him being so dramatic was... fun. Oh, she was an awful person, wasn't she?

Time to redeem herself, she thought. "Ok, what's making you sad? Come, come here. Just. Tell me. What's getting to you?"

His breathing was shallow, and molten rocks dripped from his eyes, disappearing before they could hit the floor. "They."

"You're jealous, I got that, I mean what about them makes you jealous."

"They... th-they're always so... so close to each other." He tried not to sob, but it was impossible to hold back. "Th- the, he... he's... she takes him everywhere... he praises her... th-they do everything with each other... they're eating together... walking together... wo-working together... wh-what do I have? What is in this for us? We are beasts of lust and yet she... she finds a way... I.. I..."

"Romance."

"Wh..a?"

"You're annoyed they go on dates and stuff? That's it?"

"... dat.. dates, yes... I..."

"Simple question. Does the fact they don't just fuck all the time and still manage to smile every day, is that the thing that hurts you?"

".. yes, I, I could say so..."

"Honey." She stuck a hand forward and Teemo touched hers. His was cold as the ice. But she held it tightly. "If that's what you want. If that's what you wanted. You could've just told me."

He pulled his hand away slowly, shaking, unable to even look at her after this tantrum. "But... but will it be... it-it... how do I know you're the one..."

"Wait, what's this now?"

"... he was her first love. M-my first love is in heaven now. Hers is... hers would do anything f-for her."

"Look, I'm not saying I'd worship you like a cultist, but I'm pretty sure the range of things I wouldn't do for you? Pretty fucking slim."

They stood in silence, but Tristana's frown turned into a smirk. A malicious, devious, evil grin. "Say."

He still couldn't look up, but he uttered a sound to let Tristana know he was listening.

"You're angry about their romance, right? And the fact..." She got up, walking around the table towards him, and hugging him tightly. She was freezing, but Angels and Devils, she had just the plan to heat him up. "... that it went so smoothly."

"Yes... I.."

"Teemo? Tomorrow I'm buying us wine. I'm buying some food. We're going on a date."

"Are we?"

"Yeah. No fucking all the way there, no coming home as soon as you nut... just us, enjoying the life around us and ourselves. Got it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. I guess."

"Good.. now... I know just who has wine. They should be open right now. Give me... like, an hour or two, and I'll be back. Don't wait up." She kissed his forehead and ran away into the dark of the night barefoot, nothing but a hoodie and ill-fitting pants to protect her from the night.

Hopefully, Lulu and Vei weren't busy.

"Sorry, he's doing what?"

Ziggs leaned on his chair, mouth agape as he tried to think as to why he'd be acting this way. "Rumble isn't in the mood to... walk?"

"Yeah. And now Teemo isn't coming around anymore, so all he has to talk with is me... I do always enjoy chatting with him, but... ah, I think it drains him to always see the same face. Do you think you could visit?" Poppy smiled as sweetly as she could, tilting her head to the side like a puppy. "Please?"

"I wish I could. I really wish. But with Heim stuck with those uppity Pilties..." Ziggs ran his hands through his head, pulling his fluffy ears back and letting them bounce back to place. It helped him relax. "Well, I guess we can... uhm, well, you. I guess you can... I'd say stroke his ego but it sounds like I have more of an ego than him at this point and I'm a potato."

He groaned, staring at the ceiling and playing with the buttons in his outfit while thinking. Poppy couldn't do much except stare at him, mystical eyes almost burning through him.

"Oh! I got it! You can make stuff!"

"Well, we were working on an armor--"

"Yeah, yeah! Get him up, have him, how far are you guys on making it?"

"We were to finish the plating today."

"Good, get him up and have him do anything and, yeah. Just. Just praise him. Give him an injection of self-respect... ough to clear his mind."

"But wha--"

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"Ah, shit-" Ziggs got up with a jump, staring at the door. "You uh, go back to Rumble... I need to fix some shit, I wouldn't stick around." Ziggs bolted out of the door, and Poppy followed suit, a disappointed sigh as the night enveloped her outside.

Even at the wee hours of the morning, she still could not find a good time to come for Ziggs' advice. He was a good soul, and cared for his brother... but they had so little time. Poppy had enough of confused and disgusted stares, no matter how much she fixed the tattered dress, unbeknownst to her that massive horns menacingly pointed at anyone in front of her like a bull, paired with her unmatched size and royal manner of speech and attitude... the combination scared all around her.

Veiled by the night and walking with a step light as the breeze that blew in the cool night, the Succubus made her way up the hill, boots of leather stitched threefold and fixed again and again. Her whole outfit was jury-rigged, imperfect, yet it was hers. And it fit her well enough.

The doors to the warehouse creaked as she forced them open, a smile on her face. Today her armor would be finished. Today Rumble would walk again. Today? Today Rumble would be her apprentice, and she would be the Master once again.

"My dear!" She bellowed, sliding out of her dress like water and oil. "Get up!" Her voice was a command heralded by a King, and her confident pose was enough to make the half-asleep Yordle scramble to get up, dusting food crumbles off him.

Oh, he looked utterly pathetic.

She walked to him slowly, lifting him up by his arms until they were staring face to face. "My little Sinner... I won't let you sit idly anymore."

"W-wait, you don't... enjoy this?"

Poppy's confident smiled turned into a very confused frown. "Enjoy... what? Seeing you wallow in your own filth and self-pity as you chow down slop?"

"... y-yeah?"

"Why would I, my poor boy?

"... Teemo told me you'd like it..."

Her confusion soon turned into anger, but she gently let him down onto the floor. "Well. We will talk to him about what... this means. For now. Oh, my dear love..." She brushed his cheeks clean with her hands, unable to keep herself from trying to fix his appearance despite the mild discomfort it caused. "... sorry, we, we will finish our armor, yes? Show me my dear... how skilled you are."

Rumble didn't move, and yet she patiently waited. He stared down on the floor, thoughtful, eyes closed as he tried to gather up the courage for the harsh truth...

"I'm not a blacksmith."

"Pardon?"

"I-I'm not. I don't know how to make armor. I've just been blindly talking shit out of my ass and hoping it'd look nice enough for you not to notice... I... I'm... I'm sor--"

"Rumble!" She laughed with pure, unbridled joy. " Rumble! Why should I care? If anything, it just makes your work even more impressive! Blind you have guided me through it all while tainting your body and weakening yourself... you are a powerful creature, with a heart full of love and confusion... and oh, my dear Rumble... what wouldn't I trade to make you see it. But for now. For now, my body will do its best to be the model that your armor deserves." She purred, caressing his cheeks with fingers soft as silk. "Come on. Let us finish this."

And so they did.

The night became day as the hammer met steel over and over again, the armor was pieced together bit by bit until Poppy had a full suit. It was nothing short of impressive, considering neither of them was used to making armor, but it served its purpose well, at least at a glance.

And so Rumble laid it down, chainmail clinking as it hit the ground. "There it is. I'm, I'm... ah shit." He looked around, feeling his cheeks start getting red. "Wher... fuck, fuck, where did we put the helmet? Fuck fuck fuck..." Poppy's hand landed on his shoulder, a reassuring smile killing any amount of doubt or anger about the little mistake they did.

"I will see your face better, then. That is all I hear." She chuckled, slipping into the armor with ease, her bare skin heating up the steel rings with naught a touch. It felt uncomfortable, but it also felt familiar. It felt...

...wrong?

Poppy couldn't bring herself to admit it, but it felt... less than spectacular. Rumble stared at her with confused eyes, though she couldn't tell why. Was it her face?

The smoke hit her face and enveloped her, but she didn't fight it. It was sudden, but she didn't care. The heat clawed at her skin, molten metal dripping from her arms and down her legs, tearing at the somewhat fresh skin that she had, revealing the magma-like interior of Poppy's body. Her muscles tensed up, and she spread her arms wide, letting the pain flow and fade while her body did... whatever it was doing.

From outside it wasn't much better. All Rumble could see, well... was nothing. Poppy was completely hidden in this cloud of smoke, and all he could see was the iron dripping. He sat and... waited. What else could he do? He hated this feeling of impotence but... he really just was this useless.

The smoke whirlwind finally settled down, the Succubus donning what could only be seen as a disgusting mockery of the armorsmith's trade, what little 'armor' she wore covering only the most prude parts of her body, leaving a very obvious hole between her legs and presumably, a little further behind too. A pentagram of chainmail over her belly and on her back made to near perfection except for a few stray rings which soon fell with a mere movement. Her gorget, thick enough to stop even an axe from cutting through, now a remarkable collar... with a neat little flower in the middle. Charred iron surrounded by copper in the shape of a flower, burning hot enough to look a pure red.

Behind her, wings black as the night and just as suffocating. The disgusting smoke that blackened lungs and destroyed throats clung to the marks of wings once real and smothered the scars left behind at the moment she fell, wounds not felt in the moment of terrible agony. She looked deviant, immoral, a complete and utter perversion of everything that a Holy Knight was supposed to be...

... and yet neither of the fools could keep their smile hidden.

"My Rumble."

"M-my..."

"Poppy." She purred, short yet extremely sharp claws snapped the collar around her throat, and she took a long, hard look at it. "I am your Poppy. And you... oh, my little Rumble... just as you own me..."

He didn't flinch or move his eyes as she wrapped the collar around his neck, despite the smell of burnt fur that came as it settled, the iron never quite cool enough to lose its color, yet never quite hot enough to harm him.

"You look so beautiful like that. Do I? This is your creation. I am so proud of you Rumble... but are you of yourself? Your hands made these. I perfected it. And I couldn't have done it without you..." She purred, caressing his cheeks softly. "My little Rumble..."

He was completely wordless, eyes wide staring straight forward, hands shaking. He could barely believe this was happening, let alone that she could look so graceful and sweet despite the lewdness of her outfit. He couldn't hide anything. His emotions, erection, expression... plain for Poppy to see, and delight herself in how she affected him.

Leaning past him, all the way to his ear, nipping it softly... he was still completely frozen.

"Speak, my..."

"... p-pet?" Her words melted him, and he spoke without thinking, but instead of weirded out... she only seemed more delighted, looking at him with the fire of galaxies burning on her eyes, cocked eyebrows and a smirk that one gave looking at a fine plate of dinner.

"That fits you so much better... don't you think? Such a smart little..." She seemed to let the word slide of her tongue as one would with a fine piece of chocolate, melting in their mouth so they could delight themselves with the taste. "... pet."

"Y-yes. Tha-thank you." He was surprised his heart hadn't jumped out of his throat already, letting her hands guide him to the wall, pinning him there as she dropped to her knees...

And the morning went on, the humming of birds muffling the cries and whimpers of a delighted Yordle being drained of everything he had to give.

And he gave every inch of himself with pleasure.

"How's the wine?"

This was their fourth date this week, and while Teemo didn't exactly seem to have been restored to his former glory... he sure looked better.

His fur was a deep orange instead of the luxurious red, and the unsated lust on his eyes seemed to have gone away. But despite all that, in the clearing they found, everything was... soothing.

"I'm not sure." He spoke, staring at his glass with a melancholic tone.

"Come on. Drink it. You can indulge. Hell, I know I am." She said, pouring yet another full glass for herself. "Promise."

His cup was empty in seconds, and a low purr could be heard. It made Tristana feel a little better. "You're recovering fine. I'm..."

"Don't be. I know what you're gonna say... it's, it's fine. And uhm, I, I love you."

She nodded, the hint of a smile forming on her lips. "And I love you."

They shared a moment of silence, staring into the blue skies above as the wind blew past them, warming their drinks and cooling their skin. It was a nice moment... but as Teemo placed his hand on top of Tristana's, and she clasped it, they realized how much better it was doing this...

... Together.

Teemo had his eyes closed, head resting on Tristana's lap as she caressed his neck fluff and head, humming and occasionally singing the lyrics of many a Bandle song. His breathing and low growls and purrs so soft she could feel the sounds caressing her.

Tristana fell silent as she stared into the sunset, hand breezing past the cup and to the wine bottle, taking a swig. She had three chances before and she completely ignored them. He was quiet, comfortable, she was happy and half-drunk... now or, well, the fifth date.

"Teemo." Oh, Lords above it was happening. "I.. what if..." She breathed in deep. "What if..."

"... We got married?" "... We got married?"

They stared at each other for a moment, before both of them broke into laughter, making the Yordle spill some of her drink on the sheets they used to sit on.

"No, n-no, but, that's... uhm. Not like... Yordle marriage..." Tristana's pure laughter turned into a nervous chuckle before it finally died out.

"I want to bind us."

"... sorry, what?" Teemo sat up, looking at Tristana confused.

"You know... my soul... yours..."

She could see his fur crackling as it was drained of color, a terrified look on his face. "B-but... what? No, no, Tristana, are, do you know what happens down there? The killing? The torture? The bureaucracy? Oh Gods no no no, my love, please--"

"Hey, hey! I know. I got all that. I consulted. I made sure. It's all clean." The breeze blew her hair, and she smiled, confident. "It's ok. I know what will happen. You will own me... I'll kind of have some control over you too... it's fine. I got that."

"Trist, did--"

"Yeah, THAT part too." She nodded, taking yet another swig. She could feel her cheeks flushing red.

They stood in silence. Teemo stared at her while she looked at the sunset, chuckling at her own thoughts.

"... would you really go that far?"

"Maybe... not today." Taking a deep breath, she finished the bottle, clutching it between her crossed legs. "I feel like... I don't know, say some goodbyes, finish some stuff. Just to be sure nothing gets in the way, you know."

"I don't want to force you. Please."

"The only person forcing someone else here is me. At myself. Possibly you too." She sighed. "I'm not gonna be like her. I'm sticking with you through everything that comes. This is to make sure."

"What if you regret it?"

She chuckled, falling headfirst into his lap, a surprise to him. "Shit man. That's my problem. Right now I love you. Right now I might be making the worst mistake of my life. Right now it feels like the best decision I'll ever make."

It took him a moment, but he embraced her, closing his eyes as the sun went down.

Well, fifth date it is.

They came home laughing and chuckling, Tristana resting her arm on his shoulder like a stool.

Their bed was ready, comfy for their sleep.

Neither of them could, and they knew the other was awake.

"Hon."

"Yeah?"

Teemo shuffled to the side, hugging her. "I... I want to do something before us... y' know."

"Yeah?"

"Those... two." It was clear he still held a grudge, but he didn't curse them. That was an improvement.

"Mhm?"

"I should... you know..." It took him some time to finish, but he finally did after some groaning and thinking. "... Apologize."

"You should."

"I should."

"And I'm proud you recognize that." She purred, kissing his head and caressing his brittle fur until she finally fell asleep.

He did, too.

The Morning came, and Tristana could feel his warm cheek against her chest, heating her up on this cold morning, blankets somewhere on the floor.

"Rise and shine." She purred, smooching his nose, being greeted with a nose rub and a kiss on the lips.

"Dear?" Oh, she could feel it grinding against her.

"Yes?" She purred, knowing just what he was about to ask.

"... n-no, I'm, I'm sorry." He turned away, but she wrapped her arms to his chest, pulling him back slowly.

"Don't be. Really. Come on, you can tell... you're a sex demon. It's fine."

He grumbled for a bit, before finally giving in. "I would like to fuck you like we used to."

"You know we didn't have to stop. I appreciate you trying and all but... I reeeally enjoy getting fucked into exhaustion. The dates and dinners are just to make the dicking that much better. Otherwise, it gets stale. You dig? Can't live off candy, otherwise sooner or later sugar will taste worse than raw cabbages."

"... 'dig'?"

"You get it?"

"Ah... yes. That... that makes sense." He smiled, kissing her lips ever so softly. "No wonder your kind was always my favorite."

"And I'm about to remind you of why."

Heated kisses soon turned into an excited Incubus laying on bed, a horny Gunner riding him with a delighted expression on her face, warm hands groping and squeezing her breasts as they traded lovingly teasing insults, spending the whole morning making up for every day that went without either of them expending all that pent up sexual energy, and by the end of it even Teemo couldn't claim to have been spared from exhaustion... but he looked as good as the day he first came, and she could feel the teeth marks around her shoulders, neck, thighs.. everywhere was just completely littered with needle-like points, making her skin purple.

Oh, she couldn't be prouder.

"Time out?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna.. gonna bathe."

"Yeah. Good one."

They giggled, and their morning routine was back to what it was... except for the fact that they spent all of the day fucking each other dry, and it was almost night now.

While Trist bathed, Teemo transformed into the scout Bandle City recognized him as, shorts and hat, even his backpack with maps of random places in Runeterra.

"Where are we heading?" She smiled, hanging her towel up to dry while looking for some going out clothes.

"I told you I need to apologize."

"Oh, you... oh! That's really sweet, you know."

"Heh. Yeah."

Dressed up like a Gunner, she held his hand as they walked out of the door, into the dark paths that the night hid with its shroud.

"So, what are you planning on saying?"

"I don't know. I don't even know who to say sorry to."

"I mean... both of them, right?"

"I guess? I was only a dick to him though. Maybe I can avoid her...?"

"Teemo. Come on." She stared at him with tired eyes, tired of his hate for Poppy... and physically tired. Getting fucked until you could hardly feel your legs took its toll.

"Yeah Teemo, come on."

Both of them froze on the spot as they heard the voice behind, purring as strong, purple arms wrapped around them. And they burned...

"I think you have some explaining to do."

"Pop...py?"

The Succubus towered above both of them, giggling. "Aren't you attentive. Oh and, dear?" She looked at Tristana. "You can go."

"Wow, yeah, just..." As Poppy lifted her arm to let the normal Yordle go, Trist turned around to get a good look at the Succubus' body. "... you look different."

"I do! My boyfriend made this. Thank you for noticing." She turned her attention to Teemo, who was still wordless. "You wanted to make sure he wouldn't, however."

"Hey, Pops... no, actually that sounds weird. Poppy. He, we were going up there to-"

"To? Keep talking to Rumble about how little he matters? How bad his work is? Teemo... Envy is only good to inflict upon others. Do you know what isn't? Anger. And you might imagine I am stricken with a terrible case of rage at this moment. You would be correct."

"Look yeah you are but--"

"Let him speak for himself. Well?"

"... yes, I'm sorry. For what did. Those things." He spoke as if a heavy weight was squeezing him, and while one would think Poppy's strong arms would be the reason... letting go of such a thick grudge against Poppy... "I am. I really am."

"I want to believe you, Teemo." She sighed.

And let go of him.

"So I will. Just don't talk to Rumble again, yes? That would be rude... oh, ah! Actually, talk to me for a bit. You see I love this but he also made a really great armor piece that was... you know... actual armor? And you hide your horns but mine are just so... in the way... ah, could you help me? Real help."

Teemo glanced at Trist, her stare begging him to just be... well, be nice.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. Let's go. Uh, Trist, this will take a while." Teemo turned around to stare at Poppy, sighing. Why did her armor and horns have to be so intricate? "Don't, uh, don't wait up."

"Yeah. Yeah, I won't. I just gotta see something with the... uh... wine... maker. Yeah. Totally. Just gimme a while, I'll be long asleep by the time you get home. Love you! Bye Poppy!"

Trist ran off into the woods, giggling as she realized that things were coming around. And once she was far away, her giggling turned into a silent walk through a path of moths guiding her deeper into the forest. The wind blowing harder, making chills crawl up her spine.

Lulu was knitting something with needles that looked like twigs, whistling a happy tune as with the same ball of wool, a dull grey, she managed to knit beautiful patterns unseen by the people of Bandle of varied colors, too many to list. And she was happy.

"Hey Trist!" She spoke without looking up in the cheeriest tone she could, mumbling her song while trying to think of her next words, as if doing both at once was possible. "Sorry, busy! Talk to Vei."

"I'm not... I'm not sure this is a comfy topic for him."

"It is. He's been trying to find a good way ever since you brought it up." Finally, Lulu stared up, only to give a reassuring smile and nod as Pix showed up in the door, ready to be Trist's guide. "Go on. It's fine."

"... I feel like I should be soooo wasted for this."

"I got some purple and pink if you need to relax."

"No, actually... uh, I was talking about normal drugs but, yeah, I think...

... well, maybe a little 'pink' wouldn't hurt."

Veigar looked up from a yordle-sized doll, built to perfection to look exactly as he did, several stitches created on the leather and covering the fur. His claws thick with coagulated blood, presumably from the organs, meat and bones stuck inside the doll for the utmost realistic incisions and stabs.

"Hey Vei." A surprisingly relaxed Tristana walked in, taking a deep whiff. "Reeks of iron. What you doing?"

"You know what." He sighed, crossing his arms. His veil was down, showing all the horrible disfigurations from his torture. At least he could claim to have learned something in the Immortal Bastion... though the best ways to slice someone and keep them alive? Well, it wasn't exactly... useful. "It's probably going to be painful. I mean. I tried it all. Even the romantic kind. Shoved my hand riiight up.." He caressed the doll's chest, brushing fur aside for a very bloodied spot, the stitches barely holding up. "... here. You'd feel him ripping it out. Not fun."

"Dope. Dope."

"..." He took a deep sigh, trying not to let his anger show. "Did you take something Lulu offered?"

"Look, man, killing yourself is bad enough, letting the man you love to kill you feels way worse. I just want to pretend I can't feel bad for a while." She smiled, not a hint of pain on her voice. Pink really did wonders.

"That is fair, but still... annoying. At least hide that smile." He growled, using his claws to point out each and every incision, explaining the horrible pain or sense of dread that would be accompanied by even attempting any of them in gruesome detail, most of the wich she thankfully forgot due to the dust that Lulu offered her.

"... so that's it. You'll be in pain." He nodded solemnly, putting his hands behind his back. "I am sorry."

"No no, it's... fine." She stared at his claws, then at the body doll thing. "... wait, did you, did..."

"Mmm?" Veigar squinted, walking closer.

Tristana removed her top and showed off the nibble marks left on her breasts. They were still purple, clearly a few puncture wounds from one or two teeth... but then again, these seemed to have been left by a thousand needles.

"So... care to explain what I'm staring at?"

"Yeah. Teeth." She giggled, slipping back on the comfy top. "Teeth! You haven't tried biting him. OH. OH MAN!" Tristana was about to hug Veigar, before remembering who Veigar was... and what he'd been through. Instead, she just nodded eagerly, though he extended a hand forward.

"For good luck. I'll be praying he won't miss."

"He won't. He won't! Veigar thank you so much!" She shook his hand with vigor, laughing gleefully as she ran home through the forest.

Veigar walked downstairs soon after, sitting near his lover, placing a hand on top of her thigh.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"For?" She leaned into him, resting her head atop his shoulder. closing her eyes as she blindly let her hands guide her craft.

"Not being as loving as them. Touching. Caring."

"Shhh." Lulu wrapped the long piece of wool around his neck, dropping her needles and using her hands instead to rub her hands against his arms. They were the limbs least touched by the lashes, brands, and slices of a tyrant... though even when clothed, and though they were mostly whole... he still shivered and winced at a touch. Even hers.

"You're perfect as you are, and I would not trade you for every tale in any world. Be the ice that cools my burning soul. Be the rough texture that grinds me into shape. Every splinter of care you show me... oh, Veigar, when would you ever show anyone else? I do not need much from you." Lulu leaned up to kiss his cheek... or well, what was left of it on this side. "For everything you do is just enough. And that's all I would ever ask of you."

"... Yes."

He took off his hat, placing it atop her head before laying down on her lap. All he could see was her face, covered in the shadows of a dark night yet still so beautiful and gleeful it practically radiated its own light. Not even the stars would be imbecilic enough to dare disturb this moment.

Only she could bring him this kind of peace.

Oh, only her.

Tristana lied.

She waited up.

The pink dust that Lulu gave her... what, hours ago now? Was gone and done for good. All she had was time in her hands.

Time to wait.

Heh.

It felt... funny. Waiting for her own death to come at the hands of her lover. Boyfriend.

Her pistol seemed so tempting right now.

That would fuck up everything, though.

She still played with the idea, humming as she fondled the gun, a simple six-shooter. It had a lot of kick. She probably couldn't survive a shot.

Probably.

Ugh.

That was the worst part of it all. The most terrifying one.

How long would it take?

She didn't want to writhe in pain, and at least in her head, Teemo wouldn't enjoy the sight of her gasping and retching as she slowly bled out.

Ah, but she'd follow through. She had--

No, no, she hadn't. She could just call it quits here. But she felt ready. She loved him enough. She wanted to.

So she would.

There was still the question where she hadn't really said that many goodbyes... maybe even those were unnecessary. But it still felt nice. A comforting thought in the nightmarish realm of 'what if it doesn't work and I die'... then again she would probably have a straight ticket to hell at this point.

The seconds ticked by, each moment a horrible sense of dread overtaking her. How little time she had left, playing with a gun, thinking about death. How dumb. How dumb! She wouldn't straight up die. There was an afterlife, at least. She'd be bound to him. She'd have a new... ish body. How fucked up was that? A whole new body.

Thankfully, in the middle of a discussion about buckshot or a single slug for suicide, Teemo walked in. His step was silent as the tension around them, and yet his presence was just as strong.

He knew what she was thinking.

"... Hey, Teemo."

"Love."

He still wasn't used to the words even after so many dates, kisses, and Angels only knew the hours they spent fucking each other to near death... or the closest thing Teemo had to 'dying'. Funny. Now she'd be dying.

Oh Lords above, he would be killing her.

He sat on the bed with her, and for a few minutes, they cuddled. The sky was a deep blue outside, the sun just barely rising in the horizon. Birds chirped. A new day dawned.

"I'm ready." She whispered, putting the gun away on a nightstand.

"Yes, yes I... I know. I just need a moment."

"That's fine. That's fine." She nodded, slowly letting go of him, laying on the bed like Veigar's doll. Displaying her body for him to end this, and start a new life. Even though it felt like neither of them was truly ready, neither of them had the want to make it stop. They wanted to go through it.

Teemo climbed on top of her, caressing her cheek with one hand, the other very gently touching her shoulder. He was warmer than ever.

"It's fine." She smiled, and so he leaned down, giving her lips the longest, and yet also the lightest of kisses yet. His fingers caressed her throat, and his eyes darted down to stare at it.

He started to lean down an--

"Wait! Wait. I- I want my last words to be something cool. Like, like... Bandle Gunners rule, or I regret nothing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, y-you can go... just be.. just be a little slower?"

"That's ok. I can do that."

So he was. His breath almost seared the skin on her neck, but the pain didn't stop her from saying her final words.

"I love you Teemo."

She didn't feel anything but the prickle of a thousand needles, as she did many times before, and yet soon she didn't feel anything period.

He stood there, a good chunk of her neck between his teeth, blood gushing like water from the wound. She looked so calm.

He didn't panic, but relief overwhelmed him as he felt the cold touch of something.

He let go of the piece of meat between his teeth, sitting up straight and laughing at the ceiling as the sun started to bathe the room.

"Oh, I love you... I love you Tristana!"

Distant sounds of cavaquinhos and guitars playing, drums being beat and tambourines playing in a chaotic harmony that filled the night. A dark, dark path leading to a black warehouse, light practically oozing from the windows, getting louder and more overwhelming with every step. There was no wind, and everything was calm.

His hand guided her, and they laughed.

The front doors, massive. The music felt like it would destroy her eardrums, yet she couldn't get enough of it. He giggled, a laughing red streak of gold flowing through the dark.

A small door, fit for them.

Oh man.

What a party Rumble had made.

In the weeks that Trist and Teemo were away, Rumble had earned more money and Poppy more renown than what could be possibly imagined. Their business was going surprisingly smooth, and so much so, look at the party he had thrown!

A band played on top of a scrapped Piltovian train wagon, all dressed up like birds and to few clothes. Massive fake feathers of multiple colors adorned their backs and crowns of smaller, just as colorful furs and more feathers, while they wore barely anything else other than a skirt or shorts. And they danced, and yelled, and beat their drums, and danced.

Around them, witches, doctors, pirates, robots. The warehouse was packed! One Yordle dressed up as a beautiful princess, laughing as his friends stared at him crossdressing. Oh, she missed Bandle.

"Trist!" A random woman screamed with joy. Oh, not so random. It was one of her Gunner pals dressed up in a frog onesie, though honestly, it had been a while since she saw any of them... "You look... uh, wow! What a costume... is that why you were away for so long? Spent all those weeks crafting this?" She smiled and kept blabbering on about their costumes.

"Yeah! We spent all this time working on these costumes. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I need to see Rumble.. uh, give Daisy a hi for me, seriously I'm busy, sorry."

Speeding through the crowd all the way to the practically hidden stairs that led upstairs, to grating catwalks and a few pieces of furniture. A couch, a wardrobe, freezer, dresser... and on the couch, on a beautifully tailored suit that even Teemo was surprised by, Rumble.

"T-Triaaah?" Rumble shot up, blinking a couple of times. She was...

Well.

Different.

To start with the obvious, her fangs were barely able to fit inside her own mouth. Her eyes, once a light brown, now as brightly yellow as Teemo's. Hovering barely an inch or two above her hair, two rocks shaped like tiny rocks...

And she was pink.

Her outfit was less jarring but still bizarre, as her pants, spiked belt, and boots made to stomp maggots were rather... violent. Her top covered a surprising amount, considering Teemo was literally only wearing a loincloth that barely did its work on covering his cock, and her neck was adorned with a beautiful silk scarf. Spiked combat gloves, with claws made of the same materials as her horns.

She was a demon... or at least, not a Yordle anymore.

"You... look great?" He spoke, trying to understand what happened for her to have become... that. And wondering if just maybe, Poppy had something in mind like that for him too.

"Yeah! I dig this new look. Uh, I can, I can still be blue right Teemo?" She smiled awkwardly, only now realizing maybe that was an important question.

"Oh yeah, don't worry. You'll still look like them. But you're better." He purred, and they both giggled.

"Good! Uh, you, you guys came to see Poppy too?"

"No, I came to see you, dumbass. I spend almost a month knocked out cold and you think I come to a party just to see your girlfriend?" She laughed, hugging him tightly. Oh, Lords, even her body was warm... just like Poppy's.  

Sitting down on a couch to play catch up with Rumble, Teemo stared into the other side of the warehouse, where Poppy talked and a group of other important looking Yordles was all listening intently. It wouldn't hurt to see how she was doing.

Leaving his lover and the dork behind, he made his way to the group. Ziggs was buzzed off his ass and probably had a few other substances within him too. Amidst the aristocrats and priests, Lulu and Veigar. She was wearing a bizarre outfit, a clear see-through skirt over floral pattern shorts, and a sleeveless red shirt that looked like plastic and knowing her style... probably was.

Veigar was literally wearing the same outfit he always wore, but with lavender, indigo and nightshades adorning his hat's brim.

Poppy was standing on top of a Hammer that, realistically, should be heavy enough to make the catwalk fall and take them all with it. But she moved, expressed herself and laughed on top of the Hammer's thick, much too big head like it was nothing.

Her skin a light blue as light as the one she was before, those devilish horns replaced by beautiful pigtails... at least, in this form. And her armor. She was a bulwark, heavily reinforced thrice the amount someone would need. All done by her hand, too, as Tristana's intricate gauntlets and hard boots could attest to.

"... so I came in, and the cavalry poured forward. The poor man, oh, I will never forget that poor human! Wounded and weak, he begged for salvation, and it came in the form of a righteous blow! From yours truly. For you see when I fought with them, I was hailed as Hero... and, I don't like being egotistical or anything, but..." Flashing a smile sharp as a dagger she purred her answer. "Oh, I do think I deserved that title more than anyone else on this world."

The crowd cheered in awe and respect to the warrior in front of them, none the wise she was naught but a devil in disguise. Unlike him, who wore his colors, quite literally in plain sight.

Glancing to the side, she bowed respectfully. "Ah, I'd love to entertain you further but... I have other friends. Come back in a bit. Oh, and bring me more wine. Mhm." Gracefully sitting down with her legs crossed, something one would think impossible to do with the amount of steel, padded cloth and chainmail that composed her armor, Poppy leaned back against the Hammer's shaft.

"Someone's enjoying the new life."

"What can I say? I make them happy and they come back wanting more. I don't think this is evil." She chuckled, bitting her lips. "Oh! This is a bit evil though. Look there." She pointed at where Rumble and Tristana were sat, and so Teemo stared at them. Taking a small remote control from Ziggs' pockets while he was busy trying to even stand up straight, Poppy smiled.. and flicked on a switch.

"So I was therrrrrrrrr..." Rumble gripped the couch tightly, eyes open wide with surprise as his pants started shaking, to the bewilderment of Tristana. "Juh... just a... mo-moment.. ah.. go... ah..." And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. "So... sorry.. oh.. f-fuck.."

"... what the fuck, man?"

"Po-Poppy's idea..." He mumbled, thankfully the next part being muffled by the loud music coming from below. "... and mine too."

"What, to put a cat on your dick?"

"... that might've been safer." He chuckled, breathing in deep as he looked inside his pockets for the small device attached to some of his most sensitive areas. As small as a finger, with a button attached to it. As soon as he pressed it, it vibrated, hard enough that it almost fell out of his grasp before he shut it down.

"Rumble."

"Yes?"

"I want fifty."

"Hah, yeah... uh, w-we're thinking about doing something with these for everyone. It might be fun. Mighnnnn!" He crossed his legs, bitting his lips as hard as he could to muffle his moans, almost orgasming on the spot from yet another burst of pleasure.

Left out of breath, he listened to Tristana going wild over the lewd possibilities that came with it. And while they talked, Poppy bobbed her head left to right, listening to Teemo.

"... so yeah, you should maybe do like us."

"Yeah but I like him as a Yordle."

"Tristana can still look like a Yordle."

"Teemo. Honey." She smirked, dreamily looking at her Yordle. "I would burn this city down before I let anything happen to him. He's mine. If he dies, I will walk to hell and slay anything on my path until I can take him in my sweet embrace... what fun we'll have then. But he stays alive for now. What's the fun in not tiring yourself? Well... your partner." She chuckled, putting the switch down. "I'm glad for you two, though."

"Thanks. I... get it. I just hope you two have more fun like that. Well..." He stared at the guests that came up to listen to Poppy again, clearly having had their fill of drinks and food. "... you seem busy. See you later?"

"You're always welcome, and so is she. Well now!" She yelled, getting up in a hop. "Are you all ready for the tale of how I laid then slain a Drake as big as this place? It was magical! Come now..." She laughed out loud, the guests laughing along like rats following a piper.

"Hey, Trist." Teemo purred, extending a hand to her while Rumble tried to fix his clothes and wipe away the pre-cum stains from his pants. "I think I'd like to make a scene or two. Want to come?"

"Gee, eager to be the center of attention are we?"

"No. I just want to show everyone how I'm the luckiest devil in Hell."

"Sure she won't get jelly with us stealing the spotlight down there?"

"There's enough attention for us four. Come on." He purred and guided her downstairs. And the Party continued, and so did their lives, and they could not be happier with how things turned out.

They were all creatures of sin, loud, eccentric, shameless and disgusting.

And they all loved each other like no other.

[drabbles-n-stuff]

A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It… hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but… closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

“My little Sinner.”

Poppy’s voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble’s. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes… they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn’t opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now… burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was… so beautiful.

“M-my… Poppy.”

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier… she was…

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

“My little Rumble…” She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. “… I missed you so… so much.”

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked… it didn’t do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake… and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could…

“Rumble.”

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when  "Y… ye…?“

“You look so desperate like that.” She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy’s punishments… but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn’t hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

“You are so… perfect. Come here?” She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth…

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. “VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!”

The lovers were… less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way… at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn’t Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

“You could have simply knocked…” Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. “I was going to thank him.”

“Oh, you two were… uhm, gimme a– VEEEEIGAR, DON’T COME UP, THEY’RE BUSY!” Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. “I’m… w-we can… you… you don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to do what?”

“T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I… y-you…”

“Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again…” Poppy’s hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. “And again… and again…”

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and… so, so much better…

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn’t be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn’t stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. “Oh, and you guys, when you’re done, just… come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover’s seed for the first time since she fell…

"Another round, my love..?”

“Y-ye… ye…” Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love…

… and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something… more.

“Honey?” Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was… well, she wasn’t satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. “You mind if I come in?”

“… just a second, dear.” Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

“…Teemo, what’s going on.” She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. “Did something happen and are you not telling me… just, what’s going on?”

“I told you everything that’s going on, dear.” He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

“So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I’m there too, hell, I’m pretty sure–”

“No, it’s not that.” There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. “It’s… nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I’ll make it go away myself. Promise. You don’t have to worry.” He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

“You know I’m here too, right. Like… you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re doing alone. Really! Just because I didn’t get my horns cracked, or aren’t sucking Galio’s dick… I’m still your girlfriend, right?”

He blushed. Yes, she was… and there’s nothing in this world he’d trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost… no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love… and yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

“You are. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. Because you really don’t have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise.”

“Don’t, don’t say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah… I’ll… I’ll take your word.” She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. “Uh, while I’m getting ready… can you go and wash these? I’m having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn’t even know I had a sundress.”

“Of course, my darling.” He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone… by himself.. thinking. She shouldn’t worry, truly, this wouldn’t affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy… well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they’d be much of a loss, anyway. And it’d help him feel… less… gah, he was supposed to be an Incubi, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

“See you soon, my love.” He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

“See ya…” She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong…

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle’s child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana’s clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn’t lied to Tristana… much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn’t that he hated Poppy, although he wasn’t exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he’d quit. No, he didn’t hate them… he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was… thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was… he’d never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn’t seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him furious.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn’t deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble… the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was a gifted engineer, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how…

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea… but well, he hadn’t gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he’d prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn’t get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was… nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative…

“Honey, I’m back.” He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

“Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use… anything else, I’m not gonna lie…” She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

“I can try a few tricks. Even though I’m sure they wouldn’t mind seeing you like this..” He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know I don’t.”

“You’re such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?”

“You get the rest of the night free that way.” He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

“… ok you little sly fox, come on.”

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath… he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn’t be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes… though that one didn’t seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn’t quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. “… Teemo?”

The little Devil was dressed up in her clothes! And, she couldn’t lie… he looked pretty damn cute in them. Steam rose from the clothes while he cooked a healthy breakfast for them, not even raising his eyes from the scrambled eggs he was preparing. “I think it’s about time we visit Poppy. You think you’ll be ready soon?”

“Wait… it’s like…” She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. “… it can’t be past eight. Why the rush?”

“Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?” He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic…

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fair. Well, I’ll take a bath, you uh… you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants.” She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

There was… something inside of him, that he couldn’t quite recognize. He felt it before, but so long ago… it felt odd, odd and unpleasant. And it only got stronger the more he thought about what he was about to do. No matter. The smile that he had to force down whenever he thought about that Ang… Poppy crying, and Rumble rolling around like the mindless Imp he ought to be… oh, it made him shiver!

By the time Tristana was out of the bath, Teemo seemed done with her clothes, moaning out loud as he enjoyed his meal. It was… odd, seeing him like this. He was always so happy-go-lucky, but now? Now he seemed almost downright excited. She didn’t see that spark in those fiendish eyes since the first night they met… what once made her wet with anticipation, now made her deeply uncomfortable.

“So… uh… real eager to meet your new friend, huh? Guess I’ll be hanging out with Rumble while you two… do your business.” She was dressing up in the spot, knowing she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted. But seeing Rumble would be nice, and learning about what happened with Poppy. It had been a while since she last saw her… how much did an angel change until they turned into a demon? It didn’t seem like a lot but… hell, not her.

“Oh, no, I won’t be talking much with Poppy. Much. I think you’d do well in getting her acquainted with the more…” He picked up a strip of bacon, smiling, eyes glued to it. “…savory, parts of sex.”

“Wait, wait. She’s a succubus though.”

“No one’s born knowing everything. Sometimes you need a few nudges before you learn how things work.” He purred, his fur standing up as he licked his fingers from the grease and fat. “Hungry?”

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

She was on her and Rumble’s guest room, and while he was recovering downstairs, she was trying to figure out how to not keep her assets bouncing or people looking at them. Sure she was in this house of friendly Sinners, but… maybe it was some residual shame, maybe she wasn’t used to it… but she just wanted to be somewhat covered up. And even blankets made her warm to the point of discomfort.

Eh, she’d find something.

Rumble could feel the fur on his back stand up with the mere sound of Poppy’s steps, looking up from his borrowed book and around him. She was just coming downstairs, but still, he could barely keep his excitement down. Lulu was just in the kitchen, finishing up a chocolate cake to put most bakers from Bandle to shame.

Neither the sorceress or the mechanic could keep their eyes away from the amethyst that appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden curls all the way to her hips, the massive horns adding a sense of enticing danger… and her eyes, a mix of pink and purple that even the Dark Mage himself would find it insulting to compare to the night sky. It was pulsating. And they stared right through Rumble, just as her toothy smile pierced his heart like a hundred love arrows.

It didn’t help that she was naked, either.

“My little sinner.” She purred, voice smooth as silk and addicting as poison. “Dearest ally.” She bowed to Lulu with all the respect and dignity a royal deserved. It took her a while, but finally, she realized what was going on.

“You… you two are breathing, yes? Release.” She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. “… sorry.”

“N-nononono, it’s, it’s fine Poppy…” Lulu spoke while trying to recompose herself, eyes darting from the massive breasts to the hypnotic irises, unable to focus on just one piece of pure magnificence. Man, if only Vei was here to see it too. “Uh… I… I have to go talk with… Veigar! Yes! I’ll, uhm, leave you two be. Keep the cake there, please?” Nodding to herself, Lulu disappeared through a door that wasn’t in the walls before.

“… d-did I scare her?” Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

“No, no you didn’t.. you’re just… you’re just… that hot.” He purred, closing his book and putting it away in a table he thought was there, startling himself with the sound of it hitting the floor, but even that wasn’t enough to take his eyes away. “W-wh-why aren’t you wearing clothes, Dear?”

“Because nothing fits me, I don’t know where my armor is and everything else that could cover me makes me feel like I’m burning.” A somewhat miffed frown soon turned into a smile. “But hey, at least now I know what anger is. I… I don’t know, I quite like it, but I also want my problems to be solved. It’s weird! This is so good!”

“I’m so happy for you, my dear!” Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

“And you know, none of this would’ve happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more…” She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

Barely an inch from each other’s lips, Poppy looked up, startled. Rumble was way too busy being crushed and loving every second of it to actually process what was going on, so the one that had to walk to the front door was actually Poppy, leaving a mortal with a boner and a dreamy look on his face behind.

“Poppy!” The Incubi almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

“Wait.. is Lulu home?” Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

“No, she’s, well kind of but she’s away… uhm. I think she wouldn’t mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah, I think so. Uh, Poppy, why don’t you talk to Trist for a while? I think she’s has spent way too much time with a guy… maybe she needs some girl on girl time, yes?” With a devious smirk, he purred. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff… but I guess it’ll have to wait? Trist?” Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubi’s face.

“So… Rumble.” He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn’t affect anything. “How’s Poppy been treating you?”

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to talk about… oh thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something.” Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. “Man, she’s the fucking greatest. She’s… not to insult your girlfriend but… I’d give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again.” He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

“Isn’t that sweet.” Teemo looked away as well, thanking the seven circles that they finally gave him something easy. Tristana was sweet and delicious… but this? This filled him with joy. “You know Rumble… I don’t want to be mean. I really don’t. But do you think you deserve her? Truly? I mean, look at you.”

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. “I mean… I’ve improved a lot, man. If I have her around… maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time.”

“Rumble.” Teemo placed a hand on his shoulder, purring with joy. “I’m your friend. and your best friend’s boyfriend. So heed my advice. You’re… well, you’re pathetic. If I didn’t know you were here beforehand, I might’ve sat on top of you. You have arms the size of toothpicks. Your inventions fail, you don’t have enough stamina to satisfy her… I know that for a fact.” He smiled, watching as Rumble squirmed and tried to make himself smaller on the seat, his insecurities being poked left and right, the joy of Poppy being safe and the fact that Teeemo was, indeed, Tristana’s boyfriend… he had to be trusted.

“But.” Teemo spoke, and though he didn’t have words for an answer, he saw Rumble’s ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. “You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove.”

“Y-yeah?!” The small mechanic was almost jumping out of the chair as he scrambled to find a comfy position to look up at Teemo, ready to take whatever advice he had to heart. “C'mon you’re a Devil but you can’t keep that away from me man… don’t tease…”

“That’s the spirit. You remember this?” Teemo reached for Rumble’s left hands, thumb pulling away fur to the barely visible remains of seven circles. “You know… Demons find sinners impressive. Y'know what would make Poppy swoon for you? Drop to her knees and just beg for you?”

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. “Sin… sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean… sin to your heart’s content… and further beyond.”

"But, but like…” Rumble pulled his hand away, taken back by the ‘advice’. “I’m, I’m in a pretty good spot already dude. She loves me…”

“For now.”

“… for now…” Rumble slumped on the chair, sighing. “Yeah… for now…”

They stayed in silence for a while, Teemo silently enjoying his victory, while Rumble soaked in this information. She was a succubus… a recently turned one. Maybe they worked like dogs or something. Younger ones were always full of energy… the older they were, the less. Well, Poppy had just fallen. She’d probably get bored of him in a few days then, weeks if he was lucky.

“All of them?”

“She’s a Succubus, so I’d say sleeping around might earn you some renown in her heart but… yeah. Go wild.”

“Fuck no, I’m not cheating on her, but… yeah, yeah! I’ll just do extra on the other ones. Oh man. Oh man, I’m ready for this.” Teemo savored each and every word, lying back on the chair as Rumble talked about his ideas.

“Oh, I got one right now. Gimme a moment.” He hopped out of his chair, running to the kitchen. While he was busy, Poppy and Tristana came downstairs, both of them giggling.

“…I thought that’s a boy’s only thing… wait, do you have one?”

“What? No… not a real one at least. You can buy these. They’re like belts. Then you just kind of move your hips like… oh, hey Teemo! Where’s Rumble?”

Just as they stopped in front of the chair Rumble had been sat on, he came back, a slice of cake in hands and two forks. With a kiss on the succubus’ kiss and a smile to the Demon, he stabbed a piece. “Sorry honey. Was grabbing a bite for us.”

“Wait wasn’t that… Lulu’s? Did she allow this?” Poppy grabbed the fork, and was hesitant… but she did look at the cake with wide, starving eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it. Just have a bite.” Nodding to Teemo, he stared at Tristana with a cock smirk. “Yeah Trist, me and Poppy should be going now… I think we kept Lulu much too busy. Let’s go. We can return the plate later.”

“Oh… uh… I thought we could catch up and–”

“Nah nah, you know, I’m fine, she’s fine… I think that’s enough. Uh, I’ll be seein’ you two.” Without much ceremony, and quite hastily, he rushed into the woods with a gleeful smile as Poppy and him ate cake. They even took the plate…

“Did, did you do something? Did I say something?” Tristana mumbled, scratching her head as she saw the two of them practically prancing in the distance.

“Why would you think that? They’re just off to fuck like bunnies. Like we should. Unless you want to hang out with Lulu for a bit?” A sweet, nonthreatening smile. It unsettled Tristana beyond comprehension.

“Uh… no, y'know what, I think we could just go home. I need to get ready for the weekend anyway. Gunners will be busy. Don’t you have stuff to do as a scout too?”

“They barely notice me while I’m there. Might just think I’m that good.” He laughed, getting up and walking up to the door, left wide open by the two lovers. “But yes. I think you should.”

They walked home, Teemo as satisfied as he could be, while Tristana couldn’t help but feel embarassed by how quickly Rumble fled when she came around. Man, she really hadn’t done a good job as a friend, huh? Damn…

One or two days passed without much difference, if anthing, Poppy seemed to enjoy how energetic Rumble had become. Tristana also didn’t mind the tamer needs of Teemo, seeing as she herself could barely keep up with the usual. At least now she didn’t have to walk funny the next day… though the wrist marks would always be there.

Rumble had gone out for some secret reason, enough for the fallen Angel to enjoy trying out something that fit her. Maybe it was because she was such a recent Succubi, maybe it was incompetence as a Demon, but no matter how much she tried she just couldn’t get anything to cover her! Damnation… at least when they had armor made for them, she could just fly down and ask for it…

Clumsily, she grabbed a wrench, a hammer and a screwdiver. Truth be told, she only really helped Rumble carry things in and out… that and get his life back together. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He made it look SO easy. It couldn’t be that hard.

“Po… ppy?”

Rumble pushed the door open, waving away the smoke that filled the air as he walked in. The whole warehouse was smoking like it was one massive furnace, along with the heat of one! Too worried to think that Poppy was, in fact, quite used to the heat these days… he rushed into the smoke blindly, yelling for her.

He was met with a wall, and giggles.

“No, no, honey! I’m sorry!” More laughing, and those warm, thick arms that could melt even the most stalwart knight wrapped up around him. Still giggling, Poppy met his lips with hers, finaly setting him down.

“I uh, I may have… done some things wrong. And set fire to a thing or two. But it’s over! It’s just, uh, full of smoke now.”

“Did you melt the, anything that wasn’t scrap?”

“What? No.”

“… how the hell did you make so much…” Rumble started to cough out loud, waving up more and more of the smoke. “… so much smoke…?”

“Are you okay…?”

“My lungs are already black enough, don’t worry…” Another coughing fit as the smoke was really starting to settle in, making his eyes watery and breathing harder with every inhale.

Just as he thought that maybe rushing inside a smoke-filled building without a plan was maybe not that great of an idea, he was lifted up. And kept being lifted up. If his lungs weren’t full of smoke, he might have asked what was going on, but the disgusting wheezing made it damn hard to do anything other than attempt to not suffocate.

For a moment he felt his heart stop as he saw a blinding light. Oh fuck. Was he that much of a pussy? After being impaled by his own inventions multiple times, the electric shocks, that time Ziggs tossed a rock at his head… this was what took him down? Some smoke?

“Breathe deep.”

Her voice.

He did as he was told, and slowly managed to clear his view with time, he saw it. Her face, blocking out the sun. Even with that, her purple eyes glowed as vividly as they did in the dark of the night, a smile sharp as the harpoons he crafted for TRISTY… well, he’d need to think for a new achronym for it now. What was–

“Breathe.”

He was holding his breath. Letting it go, he finally completely understood just how starved for air he was, gasping and wheezing for air like someone that nearly drowned.

“Yes. Good boy.” She purred, lowering her head so their noses would touch.“

"Wh… are…” He looked around, the smoke below flowing up. “… are we flying?”

“Are we…? OH! Oh yes! I’m, I’m not actually sure how I managed to do that.”

Slowly they descended, and as Rumble managed to walk a small distance to give Poppy the comfort, he saw the… shapes?

They were wings, of course they were, but the thick smoke that formed them were always shifting, as if pulled together and restrained instead of the graceful light that flowed like water with her every order. This? This was… disturbing.

“You look beautiful.”

She was covered in the marks of ash and sooth, molten steel clung to her shoulders like plating… deformed, broken, brittle plating. Even her pasty white horns had a new layer of grime each.

“I am most definitely not.” She said, before smirking. “You look fine for me, though.”

He was hunched, hands resting on his own knees for support as he tried to retch out whatever remained from the smoke. His fur was almost black, dusted up and dripping with sweat from the heat. It was horrible.

“Liar.” He smiled, and so did she.

It took them the rest of the day, but they finally stopped Rumble’s furnace from bellowing smke, and cleaned most of the dust created by it. Rumble was much too tired to do much anything, but he didn’t want to look weak, not for his lover. As he laid down in his matress, still barely able to be called clean, he smiled at Poppy.

“So, dear… you think you can go for a round before bed?” He spoke gently and hushed, barely able t keep his eyes open.

“Little Sinner…” She knelt besides the bed, caressing his ears as if he was a pet. “You need rest.”

“Yeah, and I know a good, comfy, warm place to rest in…” He smirked, trying to look confident despite his exhaustion.

“No you’re not. Today you’re going to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll try to see a doctor. For now? For now you stay down… and I will keep my eyes on you.” She lowered herself to touch her forehead with him, smiling as she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment of feeling the one she loved so close. “Rest well, and wake up refreshed.” She wrapped one of her hands around his, and kissed his lips. “Please.”

So he did.

Well, he tried to.

When he woke up he could feel the sore, dry throat and how heavy he was breathing, though the ground around him seemed clean. Poppy wasn’t there, but he could hear someone in the warehouse with him.

“Poppy…?” He asked, getting into a coughing fit with even this minimal strain. Yikes, he was weak.

He couldn’t be weak… not for Poppy. Not in front of Poppy.

Forcing himself up, spitting black goop as he tried to compose himself, walking out in the open of the wide warehouse. “Hello? Hooooney?”

The sunlight bathed the Succubus as she struggled with metal pieces, trying to twist and bend them into recognizeable shapes. She was failing, but her strenght made Rumble’s knees weak… that, and the lungs chock-full of smoke wich were still barely working.

Lifting her ears like an excited dog as she heard Rumble call out for her and walk, the Demoness smiled. “Rumble! Do you feel better? I don’t want to mess up again… I uh, I can’t, I don’t think I can sleep even in this form so I just… decided to clean up the place while you were down. Are you hungry? Should we go eat something?”

“N-no.. don’t, don’t worry about it, I’m cool as a cucumber, hon.” He tried to stand upright and puff out his chest, but it just ended up with another coughing fit.

“… maybe you should go back to resting?”

“W-wha?! Nah, nah, I’m alright. Let’s go. What were you planning on doing?”

“Well, first off, maybe a bath should be priority.” She put down the bent pieces, walking up to her lover, cupping his cheeks on her hands. “It will help you. Promise.”

He nodded. “Yeah, bathing… could be nice. Yeah.”

“I think Lulu’s plac–”

“Yeah! Yeah let’s go there.”

“… you sound eager.”

“Oh, y'know, I just, I just really want to be clean again.”

“I’m glad. Your fur is prettier without all this..” She brushed his arm, trying to wipe some of the dust away. “Blue as the sky, soft as silk and white as snow…”

“Y-you’re flustering me babe.”

“That only makes you cuter in my eyes, my little Sinner.”

They held hands as they went into the woods, Poppy’s hums filling the air with a joy Rumble could not completely describe. It was… good. It was good. It was really good.

“Uh, Poppy.”

“Yes, my Love?”

“You uh.. wh-what are the sins again?”

She looked towards him, smiling. “Why do you want to know?”

“Uhm, just, curiosity. Y'know, now you’re a demon and all.”

“That… I don’t see how that affects anything?”

“Y'know, just so like… so I know, and stuff.”

“That isn’t a very clear answer.” Stopping dead on her tracks, she made Rumble face her, and very lightly and gently raised his chin so he was looking her dead in the eye. “Tell me, little Sinner… please.”

It would have been effective, could Rumble even speak when faced with such beauty. Even the frail display of dominance by Poppy already had him hard as the trunks surrounding them, a knot on his throat as he had no clue how to deal with this.

“… let’s just go bathe, then. You don’t need to know.”

Walking away, fingers slipping away from his chin as she stepped forward, Rumble dutifully following on her heels like an obedient dog. She didn’t want to admit it, but this feeling of power was… enticing. Poppy delighted herself knowing that every touch on Rumble’s skin stole his breath and made him desire her even further. It was too much power… but she tried to restrain herself, at least.

There were a few moths floating around, but nothing out of the ordinary. That is, until Rumble started to take his shorts off. Rattling on his pockets.

"Why are you taking those off..?"

"I, uhm, w-wh.."

Poppy pointed at the manor behind them, a confused but friendly smile on her face. "Even if they aren't home... do you want to risk it?"

"That's... yeah, that's true. But uh.."

"Really? I was kind of hoping you'd say yes. But come on, get in!" Poppy laughed as she let herself fall in the water with arms spread while still facing Rumble, steam rising up as the heat of her body crashed against the cold, mostly still water.

"God frickin'..." In an impulse that he only realized was an idiotic move much too late, he jumped into the water, falling straight into Poppy's arms. Though while she expected a kiss and maybe even fondling, she got a desperate Rumble patting his shorts and cursing under his breath. Letting him go, he soon made his way to the lake's shore, pulling out a...

"Rumble? Since... since when do you smoke?"

"I, uh..."

Poppy crawled up to him, sitting beside him. "Rumble."

"You're... you're a succubi and stuff... I thought... I thought maybe..."

"Succubus, it's Succubus. And you must stop."

"Wait, should I? Why?"

Poppy blinked a couple of times, confused, before frowning as Rumble made a face of confusion even more bewildered than her.

"Because it'll kill you!"

"I mean yeah, but drugs and... isn't that a Demon thing? Drugs?"

"Yes, but guess what, you're not a Demon, I've barely had this job... uhm... new life. I've only had your dick! And truth be told I'm pretty sure that's as much dick as I need. Guess what. If you die, I don't get your dick anymore! I don't know how souls work! I just make them repent before being murdered! I... did. Man, what a lame job. I loved it. B-but yeah, I have NO clue what happens down the line. Maybe you'll go to Limbo and I'll never be able to see you ever again! That is not good!"

She saw Rumble curling up in shame, almost tearing up. He was small. So small.

Picking him up on her lap, she purred, letting her warmth heat him up from the cold water. "Don't worry, Little Sinner... I appreciate you trying. I do. I really do. But I would rather have you alive. Alive and well. That is all I ask, Sinner... Rumble... Love."

Like a spell, Rumble calmed down, though he still seemed rather disappointed on himself.

"I just want to impress you."

"You do that every day."

Did he? He didn't feel like he did. Working with junk and not giving enough attention and love to her, enough... everything. He wasn't enough. He simply wasn't.

"Sure."

"No, no, I mean it! You try. And that's the first step. You don't need to sin. Though..." She bit his ear very softly, laughing at the surprised yelp he let out. "... you could be a little vainer. You look... well, I think I can fix that. Or at least start."

Before Rumble could even ask what happened, he was already getting washed by his girlfriend, humming happily as she did her best to scrub away every inch of dust. "You'll be fine, Love. You will be beautiful..."

"Hooooney, I'm home!" Tristana yelled, walking inside with a skip on her step, Boomer on a sling around her shoulder and sweat dripping down her forehead. "Teemo?"

She stopped in the middle of the living room, frowning. "Teemo...?"

He was home, she knew it, just... why wasn't he answering?

She walked through the house and searched every room, growing more confused by the hour... until she saw it.

"Teemo since when have you been up there?"

With comically tiny bat wings, the Demon hovered almost glued to the ceiling, dozens of tiny notes glued to the ceiling much too far for Tristana to read it. "What the fuck, dude?"

(Teemo is much too busy writing about ways to ruin Poppy and Rumble's life, have him be cocky and way too confident but also extremely happy BUT ALSO ignorant of Tristana's needs...not to a beeg level yet but y'know. have him want to set up a date with rumpops. have rumble doubt himself and Teemo prey on it and tell him to take it lighter but try to show off. he continually visits rumble and Trist is just annoyed and weirded out by the fact they don't fuck but if teeto fucked rumble he'd be on a weelchair by now since homeboy is a fucking wuss. poppy treats Rumble like her pet and tries to learn smithing with him (and she smiths her armor wich is for her yordle form wich melts into the bikini armor for succubi dress, like teemo's short and loincloth). maybe they go ask ziggs for real supplies and Rumble wants to act tough and bully Ziggs but ends up looking like a dork, and though Ziggs forgives him, still manages to make all the workers cringe. poppy is fine with it but confused. have rumble give up and be slothful lazy af and also take greed to the max by sitting on a pile of gold and also gluttony by only eating trash. while that's happening teemo is finding more and more ways to make absolute sure they fail and poppy goes away. trist finally corners him and he says "WE DEMONS DON'T HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE ONE! SHE CAN'T DO THIS! WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING" and Tristana is absolutely heartbroken but manages to keep her cool enough to retort with "RIGHT HERE DIPSHIT ALL THIS TIME" and while rumble cries his heart out telling his insecurities to Poppy she sheds a light in everything he's done for her and how well he's been treating her, while tristeemo go "alright, we're still fucking like rabbits. but. if you want to be happy. dates. nights out. partying. maybe even days without sex. we can still be kinky freaks without fucking 24/7 and making that the only part of our relationship. we can be happy. and we can be disgusting freaks." and again it ends with trist and teemo holding hands as they date while the sun falls in one of Bandle's hills, wine and all sorts of delights set up for them to eat, while Poppy puts on a strap-on and shows off what Trist tried to teach her to Rumble >:3c BIG THING BIG THING BIG THING:REMEMBER TO SAY THAT TEEMO'S BIG BREAKING POINT OF WHERE HE FALLS TO ENVY / HURT PRIDE IS THE FACT THAT POPPY AND RUMBLE ARE ACTUAL LOVERS WHEREAS TRISTEEMO ARE BASICALLY FRINDS WITH BENEFITS. TRIST IS BEWILDERED BY THAT BUT UNDERSTANDS HIS CONFUSION AND OFFERS HIM THE LOVE AND AFFECTION HE CRAVES BETWEEN THE FUCKING SESSIONS.)

[drabbles-n-stuff]

A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It… hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but… closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

“My little Sinner.”

Poppy’s voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble’s. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes… they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn’t opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now… burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was… so beautiful.

“M-my… Poppy.”

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier… she was…

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

“My little Rumble…” She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. “… I missed you so… so much.”

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked… it didn’t do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake… and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could…

“Rumble.”

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when  "Y… ye…?“

"You look so desperate like that.” She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy’s punishments… but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn’t hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

“You are so… perfect. Come here?” She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth…

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. “VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!”

The lovers were… less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way… at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn’t Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

“You could have simply knocked…” Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. “I was going to thank him.”

“Oh, you two were… uhm, gimme a– VEEEEIGAR, DON’T COME UP, THEY’RE BUSY!” Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. “I’m… w-we can… you… you don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to do what?”

“T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I… y-you…”

“Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again…” Poppy’s hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. “And again… and again…”

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and… so, so much better…

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn’t be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn’t stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. “Oh, and you guys, when you’re done, just… come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover’s seed for the first time since she fell…

"Another round, my love..?”

“Y-ye… ye…” Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love…

… and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something… more.

“Honey?” Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was… well, she wasn’t satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. “You mind if I come in?”

“… just a second, dear.” Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

“…Teemo, what’s going on.” She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. “Did something happen and are you not telling me… just, what’s going on?”

“I told you everything that’s going on, dear.” He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

“So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I’m there too, hell, I’m pretty sure–”

“No, it’s not that.” There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. “It’s… nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I’ll make it go away myself. Promise. You don’t have to worry.” He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

“You know I’m here too, right. Like… you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re doing alone. Really! Just because I didn’t get my horns cracked, or aren’t sucking Galio’s dick… I’m still your girlfriend, right?”

He blushed. Yes, she was… and there’s nothing in this world he’d trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost… no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love… and yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

“You are. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. Because you really don’t have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise.”

“Don’t, don’t say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah… I’ll… I’ll take your word.” She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. “Uh, while I’m getting ready… can you go and wash these? I’m having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn’t even know I had a sundress.”

“Of course, my darling.” He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone… by himself.. thinking. She shouldn’t worry, truly, this wouldn’t affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy… well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they’d be much of a loss, anyway. And it’d help him feel… less… gah, he was supposed to be an Incubi, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

“See you soon, my love.” He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

“See ya…” She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong…

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle’s child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana’s clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn’t lied to Tristana… much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn’t that he hated Poppy, although he wasn’t exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he’d quit. No, he didn’t hate them… he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was… thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was… he’d never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn’t seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him furious.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn’t deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble… the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was a gifted engineer, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how…

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea… but well, he hadn’t gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he’d prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn’t get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was… nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative…

“Honey, I’m back.” He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

“Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use… anything else, I’m not gonna lie…” She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

“I can try a few tricks. Even though I’m sure they wouldn’t mind seeing you like this..” He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know I don’t.”

“You’re such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?”

“You get the rest of the night free that way.” He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

“… ok you little sly fox, come on.”

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath… he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn’t be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes… though that one didn’t seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn’t quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. “… Teemo?”

The little Devil was dressed up in her clothes! And, she couldn’t lie… he looked pretty damn cute in them. Steam rose from the clothes while he cooked a healthy breakfast for them, not even raising his eyes from the scrambled eggs he was preparing. “I think it’s about time we visit Poppy. You think you’ll be ready soon?”

“Wait… it’s like…” She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. “… it can’t be past eight. Why the rush?”

“Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?” He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic…

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fair. Well, I’ll take a bath, you uh… you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants.” She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

There was… something inside of him, that he couldn’t quite recognize. He felt it before, but so long ago… it felt odd, odd and unpleasant. And it only got stronger the more he thought about what he was about to do. No matter. The smile that he had to force down whenever he thought about that Ang… Poppy crying, and Rumble rolling around like the mindless Imp he ought to be… oh, it made him shiver!

By the time Tristana was out of the bath, Teemo seemed done with her clothes, moaning out loud as he enjoyed his meal. It was… odd, seeing him like this. He was always so happy-go-lucky, but now? Now he seemed almost downright excited. She didn’t see that spark in those fiendish eyes since the first night they met… what once made her wet with anticipation, now made her deeply uncomfortable.

“So… uh… real eager to meet your new friend, huh? Guess I’ll be hanging out with Rumble while you two… do your business.” She was dressing up in the spot, knowing she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted. But seeing Rumble would be nice, and learning about what happened with Poppy. It had been a while since she last saw her… how much did an angel change until they turned into a demon? It didn’t seem like a lot but… hell, not her.

“Oh, no, I won’t be talking much with Poppy. Much. I think you’d do well in getting her acquainted with the more…” He picked up a strip of bacon, smiling, eyes glued to it. “…savory, parts of sex.”

“Wait, wait. She’s a succubus though.”

“No one’s born knowing everything. Sometimes you need a few nudges before you learn how things work.” He purred, his fur standing up as he licked his fingers from the grease and fat. “Hungry?”

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

She was on her and Rumble’s guest room, and while he was recovering downstairs, she was trying to figure out how to not keep her assets bouncing or people looking at them. Sure she was in this house of friendly Sinners, but… maybe it was some residual shame, maybe she wasn’t used to it… but she just wanted to be somewhat covered up. And even blankets made her warm to the point of discomfort.

Eh, she’d find something.

Rumble could feel the fur on his back stand up with the mere sound of Poppy’s steps, looking up from his borrowed book and around him. She was just coming downstairs, but still, he could barely keep his excitement down. Lulu was just in the kitchen, finishing up a chocolate cake to put most bakers from Bandle to shame.

Neither the sorceress or the mechanic could keep their eyes away from the amethyst that appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden curls all the way to her hips, the massive horns adding a sense of enticing danger… and her eyes, a mix of pink and purple that even the Dark Mage himself would find it insulting to compare to the night sky. It was pulsating. And they stared right through Rumble, just as her toothy smile pierced his heart like a hundred love arrows.

It didn’t help that she was naked, either.

“My little sinner.” She purred, voice smooth as silk and addicting as poison. “Dearest ally.” She bowed to Lulu with all the respect and dignity a royal deserved. It took her a while, but finally, she realized what was going on.

“You… you two are breathing, yes? Release.” She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. “… sorry.”

“N-nononono, it’s, it’s fine Poppy…” Lulu spoke while trying to recompose herself, eyes darting from the massive breasts to the hypnotic irises, unable to focus on just one piece of pure magnificence. Man, if only Vei was here to see it too. “Uh… I… I have to go talk with… Veigar! Yes! I’ll, uhm, leave you two be. Keep the cake there, please?” Nodding to herself, Lulu disappeared through a door that wasn’t in the walls before.

“… d-did I scare her?” Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

“No, no you didn’t.. you’re just… you’re just… that hot.” He purred, closing his book and putting it away in a table he thought was there, startling himself with the sound of it hitting the floor, but even that wasn’t enough to take his eyes away. “W-wh-why aren’t you wearing clothes, Dear?”

“Because nothing fits me, I don’t know where my armor is and everything else that could cover me makes me feel like I’m burning.” A somewhat miffed frown soon turned into a smile. “But hey, at least now I know what anger is. I… I don’t know, I quite like it, but I also want my problems to be solved. It’s weird! This is so good!”

“I’m so happy for you, my dear!” Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

“And you know, none of this would’ve happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more…” She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

Barely an inch from each other’s lips, Poppy looked up, startled. Rumble was way too busy being crushed and loving every second of it to actually process what was going on, so the one that had to walk to the front door was actually Poppy, leaving a mortal with a boner and a dreamy look on his face behind.

“Poppy!” The Incubi almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

“Wait.. is Lulu home?” Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

“No, she’s, well kind of but she’s away… uhm. I think she wouldn’t mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah, I think so. Uh, Poppy, why don’t you talk to Trist for a while? I think she’s has spent way too much time with a guy… maybe she needs some girl on girl time, yes?” With a devious smirk, he purred. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff… but I guess it’ll have to wait? Trist?” Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubi’s face.

“So… Rumble.” He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn’t affect anything. “How’s Poppy been treating you?”

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to talk about… oh thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something.” Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. “Man, she’s the fucking greatest. She’s… not to insult your girlfriend but… I’d give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again.” He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

“Isn’t that sweet.” Teemo looked away as well, thanking the seven circles that they finally gave him something easy. Tristana was sweet and delicious… but this? This filled him with joy. “You know Rumble… I don’t want to be mean. I really don’t. But do you think you deserve her? Truly? I mean, look at you.”

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. “I mean… I’ve improved a lot, man. If I have her around… maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time.”

“Rumble.” Teemo placed a hand on his shoulder, purring with joy. “I’m your friend. and your best friend’s boyfriend. So heed my advice. You’re… well, you’re pathetic. If I didn’t know you were here beforehand, I might’ve sat on top of you. You have arms the size of toothpicks. Your inventions fail, you don’t have enough stamina to satisfy her… I know that for a fact.” He smiled, watching as Rumble squirmed and tried to make himself smaller on the seat, his insecurities being poked left and right, the joy of Poppy being safe and the fact that Teeemo was, indeed, Tristana’s boyfriend… he had to be trusted.

“But.” Teemo spoke, and though he didn’t have words for an answer, he saw Rumble’s ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. “You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove.”

“Y-yeah?!” The small mechanic was almost jumping out of the chair as he scrambled to find a comfy position to look up at Teemo, ready to take whatever advice he had to heart. “C'mon you’re a Devil but you can’t keep that away from me man… don’t tease…”

“That’s the spirit. You remember this?” Teemo reached for Rumble’s left hands, thumb pulling away fur to the barely visible remains of seven circles. “You know… Demons find sinners impressive. Y'know what would make Poppy swoon for you? Drop to her knees and just beg for you?”

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. “Sin… sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean… sin to your heart’s content… and further beyond.”

"But, but like..." Rumble pulled his hand away, taken back by the 'advice'. "I'm, I'm in a pretty good spot already dude. She loves me..."

"For now."

"... for now..." Rumble slumped on the chair, sighing. "Yeah... for now..."

They stayed in silence for a while, Teemo silently enjoying his victory, while Rumble soaked in this information. She was a succubus... a recently turned one. Maybe they worked like dogs or something. Younger ones were always full of energy... the older they were, the less. Well, Poppy had just fallen. She'd probably get bored of him in a few days then, weeks if he was lucky.

"All of them?"

"She's a Succubus, so I'd say sleeping around might earn you some renown in her heart but... yeah. Go wild."

"Fuck no, I'm not cheating on her, but... yeah, yeah! I'll just do extra on the other ones. Oh man. Oh man, I'm ready for this." Teemo savored each and every word, lying back on the chair as Rumble talked about his ideas.

"Oh, I got one right now. Gimme a moment." He hopped out of his chair, running to the kitchen. While he was busy, Poppy and Tristana came downstairs, both of them giggling.

"...I thought that's a boy's only thing... wait, do you have one?"

"What? No... not a real one at least. You can buy these. They're like belts. Then you just kind of move your hips like... oh, hey Teemo! Where's Rumble?"

Just as they stopped in front of the chair Rumble had been sat on, he came back, a slice of cake in hands and two forks. With a kiss on the succubus' kiss and a smile to the Demon, he stabbed a piece. "Sorry honey. Was grabbing a bite for us."

"Wait wasn't that... Lulu's? Did she allow this?" Poppy grabbed the fork, and was hesitant... but she did look at the cake with wide, starving eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. Just have a bite." Nodding to Teemo, he stared at Tristana with a cock smirk. "Yeah Trist, me and Poppy should be going now... I think we kept Lulu much too busy. Let's go. We can return the plate later."

"Oh... uh... I thought we could catch up and--"

"Nah nah, you know, I'm fine, she's fine... I think that's enough. Uh, I'll be seein' you two." Without much ceremony, and quite hastily, he rushed into the woods with a gleeful smile as Poppy and him ate cake. They even took the plate...

"Did, did you do something? Did I say something?" Tristana mumbled, scratching her head as she saw the two of them practically prancing in the distance.

"Why would you think that? They're just off to fuck like bunnies. Like we should. Unless you want to hang out with Lulu for a bit?" A sweet, nonthreatening smile. It unsettled Tristana beyond comprehension.

"Uh... no, y'know what, I think we could just go home. I need to get ready for the weekend anyway. Gunners will be busy. Don't you have stuff to do as a scout too?"

"They barely notice me while I'm there. Might just think I'm that good." He laughed, getting up and walking up to the door, left wide open by the two lovers. "But yes. I think you should."

They walked home, Teemo as satisfied as he could be, while Tristana couldn't help but feel embarassed by how quickly Rumble fled when she came around. Man, she really hadn't done a good job as a friend, huh? Damn...

One or two days passed without much difference, if anthing, Poppy seemed to enjoy how energetic Rumble had become. Tristana also didn't mind the tamer needs of Teemo, seeing as she herself could barely keep up with the usual. At least now she didn't have to walk funny the next day... though the wrist marks would always be there.

Rumble had gone out for some secret reason, enough for the fallen Angel to enjoy trying out something that fit her. Maybe it was because she was such a recent Succubi, maybe it was incompetence as a Demon, but no matter how much she tried she just couldn't get anything to cover her! Damnation... at least when they had armor made for them, she could just fly down and ask for it...

Clumsily, she grabbed a wrench, a hammer and a screwdiver. Truth be told, she only really helped Rumble carry things in and out... that and get his life back together. It couldn't be that hard, right? He made it look SO easy. It couldn't be that hard.

"Po... ppy?"

Rumble pushed the door open, waving away the smoke that filled the air as he walked in. The whole warehouse was smoking like it was one massive furnace, along with the heat of one! Too worried to think that Poppy was, in fact, quite used to the heat these days... he rushed into the smoke blindly, yelling for her.

He was met with a wall, and giggles.

"No, no, honey! I'm sorry!" More laughing, and those warm, thick arms that could melt even the most stalwart knight wrapped up around him. Still giggling, Poppy met his lips with hers, finaly setting him down.

"I uh, I may have... done some things wrong. And set fire to a thing or two. But it's over! It's just, uh, full of smoke now."

"Did you melt the, anything that wasn't scrap?"

"What? No."

"... how the hell did you make so much..." Rumble started to cough out loud, waving up more and more of the smoke. "... so much smoke...?"

"Are you okay...?"

"My lungs are already black enough, don't worry..." Another coughing fit as the smoke was really starting to settle in, making his eyes watery and breathing harder with every inhale.

Just as he thought that maybe rushing inside a smoke-filled building without a plan was maybe not that great of an idea, he was lifted up. And kept being lifted up. If his lungs weren't full of smoke, he might have asked what was going on, but the disgusting wheezing made it damn hard to do anything other than attempt to not suffocate.

For a moment he felt his heart stop as he saw a blinding light. Oh fuck. Was he that much of a pussy? After being impaled by his own inventions multiple times, the electric shocks, that time Ziggs tossed a rock at his head... this was what took him down? Some smoke?

"Breathe deep."

Her voice.

He did as he was told, and slowly managed to clear his view with time, he saw it. Her face, blocking out the sun. Even with that, her purple eyes glowed as vividly as they did in the dark of the night, a smile sharp as the harpoons he crafted for TRISTY... well, he'd need to think for a new achronym for it now. What was--

"Breathe."

He was holding his breath. Letting it go, he finally completely understood just how starved for air he was, gasping and wheezing for air like someone that nearly drowned.

"Yes. Good boy." She purred, lowering her head so their noses would touch."

"Wh... are..." He looked around, the smoke below flowing up. "... are we flying?"

"Are we...? OH! Oh yes! I'm, I'm not actually sure how I managed to do that."

Slowly they descended, and as Rumble managed to walk a small distance to give Poppy the comfort, he saw the... shapes?

They were wings, of course they were, but the thick smoke that formed them were always shifting, as if pulled together and restrained instead of the graceful light that flowed like water with her every order. This? This was... disturbing.

"You look beautiful."

She was covered in the marks of ash and sooth, molten steel clung to her shoulders like plating... deformed, broken, brittle plating. Even her pasty white horns had a new layer of grime each.

"I am most definitely not." She said, before smirking. "You look fine for me, though."

He was hunched, hands resting on his own knees for support as he tried to retch out whatever remained from the smoke. His fur was almost black, dusted up and dripping with sweat from the heat. It was horrible.

"Liar." He smiled, and so did she.

It took them the rest of the day, but they finally stopped Rumble's furnace from bellowing smke, and cleaned most of the dust created by it. Rumble was much too tired to do much anything, but he didn't want to look weak, not for his lover. As he laid down in his matress, still barely able to be called clean, he smiled at Poppy.

"So, dear... you think you can go for a round before bed?" He spoke gently and hushed, barely able t keep his eyes open.

"Little Sinner..." She knelt besides the bed, caressing his ears as if he was a pet. "You need rest."

"Yeah, and I know a good, comfy, warm place to rest in..." He smirked, trying to look confident despite his exhaustion.

"No you're not. Today you're going to sleep. Tomorrow we'll try to see a doctor. For now? For now you stay down... and I will keep my eyes on you." She lowered herself to touch her forehead with him, smiling as she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment of feeling the one she loved so close. "Rest well, and wake up refreshed." She wrapped one of her hands around his, and kissed his lips. "Please."

So he did.

Well, he tried to.

When he woke up he could feel the sore, dry throat and how heavy he was breathing, though the ground around him seemed clean. Poppy wasn't there, but he could hear someone in the warehouse with him.

"Poppy...?" He asked, getting into a coughing fit with even this minimal strain. Yikes, he was weak.

He couldn't be weak... not for Poppy. Not in front of Poppy.

Forcing himself up, spitting black goop as he tried to compose himself, walking out in the open of the wide warehouse. "Hello? Hooooney?"

The sunlight bathed the Succubus as she struggled with metal pieces, trying to twist and bend them into recognizeable shapes. She was failing, but her strenght made Rumble's knees weak... that, and the lungs chock-full of smoke wich were still barely working.

Lifting her ears like an excited dog as she heard Rumble call out for her and walk, the Demoness smiled. "Rumble! Do you feel better? I don't want to mess up again... I uh, I can't, I don't think I can sleep even in this form so I just... decided to clean up the place while you were down. Are you hungry? Should we go eat something?"

"N-no.. don't, don't worry about it, I'm cool as a cucumber, hon." He tried to stand upright and puff out his chest, but it just ended up with another coughing fit.

"... maybe you should go back to resting?"

"W-wha?! Nah, nah, I'm alright. Let's go. What were you planning on doing?"

"Well, first off, maybe a bath should be priority." She put down the bent pieces, walking up to her lover, cupping his cheeks on her hands. "It will help you. Promise."

He nodded. "Yeah, bathing... could be nice. Yeah."

"I think Lulu's plac--"

"Yeah! Yeah let's go there."

"... you sound eager."

"Oh, y'know, I just, I just really want to be clean again."

"I'm glad. Your fur is prettier without all this.." She brushed his arm, trying to wipe some of the dust away. "Blue as the sky, soft as silk and white as snow..."

"Y-you're flustering me babe."

"That only makes you cuter in my eyes, my little Sinner."

They held hands as they went into the woods, Poppy's hums filling the air with a joy Rumble could not completely describe. It was... good. It was good. It was really good.

"Uh, Poppy."

"Yes, my Love?"

"You uh.. wh-what are the sins again?"

She looked towards him, smiling. "Why do you want to know?"

"Uhm, just, curiosity. Y'know, now you're a demon and all."

"That... I don't see how that affects anything?"

"Y'know, just so like... so I know, and stuff."

"That isn't a very clear answer." Stopping dead on her tracks, she made Rumble face her, and very lightly and gently raised his chin so he was looking her dead in the eye. "Tell me, little Sinner... please."

It would have been effective, could Rumble even speak when faced with such beauty. Even the frail display of dominance by Poppy already had him hard as the trunks surrounding them, a knot on his throat as he had no clue how to deal with this.

"... let's just go bathe, then. You don't need to know."

Walking away, fingers slipping away from his chin as she stepped forward, Rumble dutifully following like an obedient dog. She didn't want to admit it, but this feeling of power was... enticing. Poppy delighted herself knowing that every touch on Rumble's skin stole his breath and made him desire her even further. It was too much power... but she tried to restrain herself, at least.

[drabbles-n-stuff]

A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It… hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but… closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

“My little Sinner.”

Poppy’s voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble’s. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes… they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn’t opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now… burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was… so beautiful.

“M-my… Poppy.”

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier… she was…

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

“My little Rumble…” She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. “… I missed you so… so much.”

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked… it didn’t do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake… and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could…

“Rumble.”

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when  "Y… ye…?“

"You look so desperate like that.” She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy’s punishments… but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn’t hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

“You are so… perfect. Come here?” She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth…

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. “VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!”

The lovers were… less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way… at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn’t Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

“You could have simply knocked…” Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. “I was going to thank him.”

“Oh, you two were… uhm, gimme a– VEEEEIGAR, DON’T COME UP, THEY’RE BUSY!” Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. “I’m… w-we can… you… you don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to do what?”

“T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I… y-you…”

“Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again…” Poppy’s hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. “And again… and again…”

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and… so, so much better…

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn’t be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn’t stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. “Oh, and you guys, when you’re done, just… come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover’s seed for the first time since she fell…

"Another round, my love..?”

“Y-ye… ye…” Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love…

… and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something… more.

“Honey?” Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was… well, she wasn’t satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. “You mind if I come in?”

“… just a second, dear.” Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

“…Teemo, what’s going on.” She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. “Did something happen and are you not telling me… just, what’s going on?”

“I told you everything that’s going on, dear.” He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

“So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I’m there too, hell, I’m pretty sure–”

“No, it’s not that.” There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. “It’s… nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I’ll make it go away myself. Promise. You don’t have to worry.” He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

“You know I’m here too, right. Like… you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re doing alone. Really! Just because I didn’t get my horns cracked, or aren’t sucking Galio’s dick… I’m still your girlfriend, right?”

He blushed. Yes, she was… and there’s nothing in this world he’d trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost… no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love… and yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

“You are. That’s why I’m telling you not to worry. Because you really don’t have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise.”

“Don’t, don’t say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah… I’ll… I’ll take your word.” She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. “Uh, while I’m getting ready… can you go and wash these? I’m having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn’t even know I had a sundress.”

“Of course, my darling.” He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone… by himself.. thinking. She shouldn’t worry, truly, this wouldn’t affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy… well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they’d be much of a loss, anyway. And it’d help him feel… less… gah, he was supposed to be an Incubi, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

“See you soon, my love.” He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

“See ya…” She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong…

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle’s child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana’s clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn’t lied to Tristana… much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn’t that he hated Poppy, although he wasn’t exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he’d quit. No, he didn’t hate them… he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was… thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was… he’d never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn’t seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him furious.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn’t deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble… the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was a gifted engineer, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how…

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea… but well, he hadn’t gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he’d prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn’t get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was… nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative…

“Honey, I’m back.” He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

“Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use… anything else, I’m not gonna lie…” She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

“I can try a few tricks. Even though I’m sure they wouldn’t mind seeing you like this..” He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know I don’t.”

“You’re such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?”

“You get the rest of the night free that way.” He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

“… ok you little sly fox, come on.”

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath… he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn’t be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes… though that one didn’t seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn’t quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. “… Teemo?”

The little Devil was dressed up in her clothes! And, she couldn’t lie… he looked pretty damn cute in them. Steam rose from the clothes while he cooked a healthy breakfast for them, not even raising his eyes from the scrambled eggs he was preparing. “I think it’s about time we visit Poppy. You think you’ll be ready soon?”

“Wait… it’s like…” She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. “… it can’t be past eight. Why the rush?”

“Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?” He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic…

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fair. Well, I’ll take a bath, you uh… you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants.” She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

There was… something inside of him, that he couldn’t quite recognize. He felt it before, but so long ago… it felt odd, odd and unpleasant. And it only got stronger the more he thought about what he was about to do. No matter. The smile that he had to force down whenever he thought about that Ang… Poppy crying, and Rumble rolling around like the mindless Imp he ought to be… oh, it made him shiver!

By the time Tristana was out of the bath, Teemo seemed done with her clothes, moaning out loud as he enjoyed his meal. It was… odd, seeing him like this. He was always so happy-go-lucky, but now? Now he seemed almost downright excited. She didn’t see that spark in those fiendish eyes since the first night they met… what once made her wet with anticipation, now made her deeply uncomfortable.

“So… uh… real eager to meet your new friend, huh? Guess I’ll be hanging out with Rumble while you two… do your business.” She was dressing up in the spot, knowing she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted. But seeing Rumble would be nice, and learning about what happened with Poppy. It had been a while since she last saw her… how much did an angel change until they turned into a demon? It didn’t seem like a lot but… hell, not her.

“Oh, no, I won’t be talking much with Poppy. Much. I think you’d do well in getting her acquainted with the more…” He picked up a strip of bacon, smiling, eyes glued to it. “…savory, parts of sex.”

“Wait, wait. She’s a succubus though.”

“No one’s born knowing everything. Sometimes you need a few nudges before you learn how things work.” He purred, his fur standing up as he licked his fingers from the grease and fat. “Hungry?”

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

She was on her and Rumble’s guest room, and while he was recovering downstairs, she was trying to figure out how to not keep her assets bouncing or people looking at them. Sure she was in this house of friendly Sinners, but… maybe it was some residual shame, maybe she wasn’t used to it… but she just wanted to be somewhat covered up. And even blankets made her warm to the point of discomfort.

Eh, she’d find something.

Rumble could feel the fur on his back stand up with the mere sound of Poppy’s steps, looking up from his borrowed book and around him. She was just coming downstairs, but still, he could barely keep his excitement down. Lulu was just in the kitchen, finishing up a chocolate cake to put most bakers from Bandle to shame.

Neither the sorceress or the mechanic could keep their eyes away from the amethyst that appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden curls all the way to her hips, the massive horns adding a sense of enticing danger… and her eyes, a mix of pink and purple that even the Dark Mage himself would find it insulting to compare to the night sky. It was pulsating. And they stared right through Rumble, just as her toothy smile pierced his heart like a hundred love arrows.

It didn’t help that she was naked, either.

“My little sinner.” She purred, voice smooth as silk and addicting as poison. “Dearest ally.” She bowed to Lulu with all the respect and dignity a royal deserved. It took her a while, but finally, she realized what was going on.

“You… you two are breathing, yes? Release.” She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. “… sorry.”

“N-nononono, it’s, it’s fine Poppy…” Lulu spoke while trying to recompose herself, eyes darting from the massive breasts to the hypnotic irises, unable to focus on just one piece of pure magnificence. Man, if only Vei was here to see it too. “Uh… I… I have to go talk with… Veigar! Yes! I’ll, uhm, leave you two be. Keep the cake there, please?” Nodding to herself, Lulu disappeared through a door that wasn’t in the walls before.

“… d-did I scare her?” Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

“No, no you didn’t.. you’re just… you’re just��� that hot.” He purred, closing his book and putting it away in a table he thought was there, startling himself with the sound of it hitting the floor, but even that wasn’t enough to take his eyes away. “W-wh-why aren’t you wearing clothes, Dear?”

“Because nothing fits me, I don’t know where my armor is and everything else that could cover me makes me feel like I’m burning.” A somewhat miffed frown soon turned into a smile. “But hey, at least now I know what anger is. I… I don’t know, I quite like it, but I also want my problems to be solved. It’s weird! This is so good!”

“I’m so happy for you, my dear!” Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

“And you know, none of this would’ve happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more…” She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

Barely an inch from each other’s lips, Poppy looked up, startled. Rumble was way too busy being crushed and loving every second of it to actually process what was going on, so the one that had to walk to the front door was actually Poppy, leaving a mortal with a boner and a dreamy look on his face behind.

“Poppy!” The Incubi almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

“Wait.. is Lulu home?” Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

“No, she’s, well kind of but she’s away… uhm. I think she wouldn’t mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah, I think so. Uh, Poppy, why don’t you talk to Trist for a while? I think she’s has spent way too much time with a guy… maybe she needs some girl on girl time, yes?” With a devious smirk, he purred. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff… but I guess it’ll have to wait? Trist?” Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubi’s face.

“So… Rumble.” He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn’t affect anything. “How’s Poppy been treating you?”

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to talk about… oh thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something.” Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. “Man, she’s the fucking greatest. She’s… not to insult your girlfriend but… I’d give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again.” He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

“Isn’t that sweet.” Teemo looked away as well, thanking the seven circles that they finally gave him something easy. Tristana was sweet and delicious… but this? This filled him with joy. “You know Rumble… I don’t want to be mean. I really don’t. But do you think you deserve her? Truly? I mean, look at you.”

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. “I mean… I’ve improved a lot, man. If I have her around… maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time.”

“Rumble.” Teemo placed a hand on his shoulder, purring with joy. “I’m your friend. and your best friend’s boyfriend. So heed my advice. You’re… well, you’re pathetic. If I didn’t know you were here beforehand, I might’ve sat on top of you. You have arms the size of toothpicks. Your inventions fail, you don’t have enough stamina to satisfy her… I know that for a fact.” He smiled, watching as Rumble squirmed and tried to make himself smaller on the seat, his insecurities being poked left and right, the joy of Poppy being safe and the fact that Teeemo was, indeed, Tristana’s boyfriend… he had to be trusted.

“But.” Teemo spoke, and though he didn’t have words for an answer, he saw Rumble’s ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. “You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove.”

“Y-yeah?!” The small mechanic was almost jumping out of the chair as he scrambled to find a comfy position to look up at Teemo, ready to take whatever advice he had to heart. “C'mon you’re a Devil but you can’t keep that away from me man… don’t tease…”

“That’s the spirit. You remember this?” Teemo reached for Rumble’s left hands, thumb pulling away fur to the barely visible remains of seven circles. “You know… Demons find sinners impressive. Y'know what would make Poppy swoon for you? Drop to her knees and just beg for you?”

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. “Sin… sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean… sin to your heart’s content… and further beyond.”

"But, but like..." Rumble pulled his hand away, taken back by the 'advice'. "I'm, I'm in a pretty good spot already dude. She loves me..."

"For now."

"... for now..." Rumble slumped on the chair, sighing. "Yeah... for now..."

They stayed in silence for a while, Teemo silently enjoying his victory, while Rumble soaked in this information. She was a succubus... a recently turned one. Maybe they worked like dogs or something. Younger ones were always full of energy... the older they were, the less. Well, Poppy had just fallen. She'd probably get bored of him in a few days then, weeks if he was lucky.

"All of them?"

"She's a Succubus, so I'd say sleeping around might earn you some renown in her heart but... yeah. Go wild."

"Fuck no, I'm not cheating on her, but... yeah, yeah! I'll just do extra on the other ones. Oh man. Oh man, I'm ready for this." Teemo savored each and every word, lying back on the chair as Rumble talked about his ideas.

"Oh, I got one right now. Gimme a moment." He hopped out of his chair, running to the kitchen. While he was busy, Poppy and Tristana came downstairs, both of them giggling.

"...I thought that's a boy's only thing... wait, do you have one?"

"What? No... not a real one at least. You can buy these. They're like belts. Then you just kind of move your hips like... oh, hey Teemo! Where's Rumble?"

Just as they stopped in front of the chair Rumble had been sat on, he came back, a slice of cake in hands and two forks. With a kiss on the succubus' kiss and a smile to the Demon, he stabbed a piece. "Sorry honey. Was grabbing a bite for us."

"Wait wasn't that... Lulu's? Did she allow this?" Poppy grabbed the fork, and was hesitant... but she did look at the cake with wide, starving eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. Just have a bite." Nodding to Teemo, he stared at Tristana with a cock smirk. "Yeah Trist, me and Poppy should be going now... I think we kept Lulu much too busy. Let's go. We can return the plate later."

"Oh... uh... I thought we could catch up and--"

"Nah nah, you know, I'm fine, she's fine... I think that's enough. Uh, I'll be seein' you two." Without much ceremony, and quite hastily, he rushed into the woods with a gleeful smile as Poppy and him ate cake. They even took the plate...

"Did, did you do something? Did I say something?" Tristana mumbled, scratching her head as she saw the two of them practically prancing in the distance.

"Why would you think that? They're just off to fuck like bunnies. Like we should. Unless you want to hang out with Lulu for a bit?" A sweet, nonthreatening smile. It unsettled Tristana beyond comprehension.

"Uh... no, y'know what, I think we could just go home. I need to get ready for the weekend anyway. Gunners will be busy. Don't you have stuff to do as a scout too?"

"They barely notice me while I'm there. Might just think I'm that good." He laughed, getting up and walking up to the door, left wide open by the two lovers. "But yes. I think you should."

They walked home, Teemo as satisfied as he could be, while Tristana couldn't help but feel embarassed by how quickly Rumble fled when she came around. Man, she really hadn't done a good job as a friend, huh? Damn...

One or two days passed without much difference, if anthing, Poppy seemed to enjoy how energetic Rumble had become. Tristana also didn't mind the tamer needs of Teemo, seeing as she herself could barely keep up with the usual. At least now she didn't have to walk funny the next day... though the wrist marks would always be there.

Rumble had gone out for some secret reason, enough for the fallen Angel to enjoy trying out something that fit her. Maybe it was because she was such a recent Succubi, maybe it was incompetence as a Demon, but no matter how much she tried she just couldn't get anything to cover her! Damnation... at least when they had armor made for them, she could just fly down and ask for it...

Clumsily, she grabbed

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A dark, dark room.

Empty.

The shattered being that was Rumble in his dreams stood, waiting for her.

Any second now.

Right?

The room was dark and empty.

Dark.

Empty.

Cold.

Not her cold. It was frigid cold. Not the cool winds that blew on spring, not metal left in a shady place. It... hurt, almost.

Steam.

His eyes opened, needing a moment to wake up and adjust. There was something awfully warm touching him. Like when Teemo sat beside him, but... closer.

Breathing.

Her eyes.

"My little Sinner."

Poppy's voice was hushed, her hands on top of Rumble's. She was sat on the edge of her bed. Her eyes... they were so different.

Other than the fact she had no face for most of the time Rumble and the mages watched over her, Poppy also hadn't opened her eyes, only in dreams, but even there they were the soft yellow of the heavens. Now... burning a strong purple comparable only to the brightest nights, whole nebulas pictured in her irises. It was... so beautiful.

"M-my... Poppy."

His eyes were glued to hers, mouth agape, barely believing the sight in front of him. Her skin, which once was a soft light blue, now violet. Almost glowing. What was once a caring, shy smile was now wide, full of horrible intentions. Golden locks of curly, messy hair falling from her head like the Light that dripped when she was cast down, but somehow so much prettier... she was...

Gods, he could not even begin to describe how pretty she continued to be.

"My little Rumble..." She savored the words, her hands feeling like molten iron as she ran her fingers through his arms, all the way to his face, cupping his cheeks softly between her hands. Her sweet breath. The mischief behind those eyes. "... I missed you so... so much."

Poppy got up, slowly letting go of Rumble, and finally, he got to see her full form. Truth be told, despite seeing her in bed naked... it didn't do much to him. Not when she was stuck sleeping, unable to do anything. It felt wrong.

Now?

Now she was awake... and wanted to show him everything she had to offer.

Her large breasts, the defined abs, the strong arms, the horns that looked like scorpion stingers, a reminder of a broken promise that revealed so much more for her. Every inch of her body was a treasure in its own right. Gods, he could...

"Rumble."

He blinked. Even trying to form words was a struggle when  "Y... ye...?"

"You look so desperate like that." She leaned down, picking up his hands and placing them against her breasts. It felt like his palms were burning. A sensation he had gotten used to, especially with Poppy's punishments... but those were far behind. And this pain managed to be different. The sizzling didn't hurt, much. After a few seconds of groping (and drooling over himself), he could not get enough of it, kneading them softly but curious as ever, thumbs pressed against her hard nipples, carefully moving up and down.

Wrapping her arms around him, she yanked him up and fell back into the bed, creaking loudly as the weight of the recently turned Angel came crashing down on it. She laughed, and soon, he did too, despite having his face buried between her breasts.

"You are so... perfect. Come here?" She purred, outstretched in bed. Rumble started to crawl up, eyes stuck to hers, inches away from her mouth...

The sound of the door slamming open, followed by the screams of Lulu. "VEI! VEI! SHE WOKE UP COME SAY HI!"

The lovers were... less than pleased, to say the least. Rumble was red as a rose being caught this way... at least he had his clothes on, but Poppy? Poppy was naked! Couldn't Lulu at least have waited until she dressed?

"You could have simply knocked..." Poppy mumbled, sitting up, keeping Rumble warm and safe between her arms. "I was going to thank him."

"Oh, you two were... uhm, gimme a-- VEEEEIGAR, DON'T COME UP, THEY'RE BUSY!" Lulu giggled, slamming the door shut and walking away, whistling an alien tune in the distance.

He sat back down, half-erect, clearly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. "I'm... w-we can... you... you don't have to."

"Don't have to do what?"

"T-thank me, like, uhm, t-that. I... y-you..."

"Silly. I want to. I want to thank you again..." Poppy's hands caressed his thighs, purring as she pulled his shorts off. "And again... and again..."

Before Rumble could reply, he already felt her tongue running up his shaft, gripping the sheets below and whimpering, the feeling of her mouth being so different and... so, so much better...

Every lick making chills run up his spine, lips kissing the tip of his cock, a low purr making her vibrate, her hands caressing his thighs and groping his hips like he was a squeezing toy. He was in heaven, and she couldn't be happier with the low whimpers and needy moans that he let out.

Lulu knocked on the door, but this time Poppy didn't stop, and thankfully, neither did Lulu barge in. "Oh, and you guys, when you're done, just... come down here!

A loud groan of delight was the only answer Lulu got, and as she went downstairs, Poppy finally got to taste her lover's seed for the first time since she fell...

"Another round, my love..?"

"Y-ye... ye..." Rumble was barely able to breathe, but his hands slowly moved to her head, caressing her hair. They were both absolutely adrift in a perverted high of love...

... and they loved it.

Teemo stared at himself in the mirror, clawed fingers tapping the counter restlessly. Even in this yordle disguise, marks of stress were starting to ooze out. His fur was dry, not unlike straw poking out of his skin. His eyes, even when closed, had bags under them, and glowed in a soft light that was sure to set off some people. Lips dried up, crackled. He oozed with anger, and something... more.

"Honey?" Tristana knocked on the door to the bathroom, coat covering her up, nothing underneath. She was tired, but not like the usual kind of morning tired. Of course, with Teemo, she never got a decent amount of sleep, seeing as they fucked like rabbits until the sun was crawling up the horizon. No, she was... well, she wasn't satisfied. Something she almost forgot was possible. "You mind if I come in?"

"... just a second, dear." Teemo breathed in deep, trying to make these disturbing features fade. He did a decent job, but as Tristana walked in, he could see her face of worry through the reflection in the mirror.

"...Teemo, what's going on." She threw her coat into the pile of used clothes, which had been getting bigger since Teemo refused to do his part of their little routine. She had to do everything herself. It was starting to get to her. "Did something happen and are you not telling me... just, what's going on?"

"I told you everything that's going on, dear." He spoke softly, an overtly calm tone that freaked Trist out more than soothed her.

"So is it Poppy? Rumble? You know you can get them as long as I'm there too, hell, I'm pretty sure--"

"No, it's not that." There was a crack in his calm voice. Anger. "It's... nothing. Nothing you should worry about. I'll make it go away myself. Promise. You don't have to worry." He smiled, needle teeth helping add to the unsettling promise.

"You know I'm here too, right. Like... you don't have to do whatever it is you're doing alone. Really! Just because I didn't get my horns cracked, or aren't sucking Galio's dick... I'm still your girlfriend, right?"

He blushed. Yes, she was... and there's nothing in this world he'd trade for her. Love was once a strong word, but now it seemed almost... no, completely fitting. It described what he felt for her perfectly. No perversion. No mere lust. Love... and yet he couldn't bring himself to tell her the reason he despised them so much.

"You are. That's why I'm telling you not to worry. Because you really don't have to. I promise you, just a week, and I should be fit as a fiddle again. Promise."

"Don't, don't say promise. It sounds bad when you say it. But yeah... I'll... I'll take your word." She glanced rather obviously at the pile and stepped into the shower. "Uh, while I'm getting ready... can you go and wash these? I'm having to wear borrowed clothes. I didn't even know I had a sundress."

"Of course, my darling." He purred, taking them away and putting them in a basket, fur standing up. He could be away for an hour or two alone... by himself.. thinking. She shouldn't worry, truly, this wouldn't affect her.

But that Angel and her stupid toy... well, Tristana could use fewer friends. Not that they'd be much of a loss, anyway. And it'd help him feel... less... gah, he was supposed to be an Incubi, not an envious, petty bastard. Yet for every moment they were allowed to be together, the angrier and more spiteful he got.

"See you soon, my love." He spoke while walking towards the river, basket in hands, shorts on and that silly scout hat on to cover his devilish horns.

"See ya..." She replied, sitting down in the shower, letting the water fall on her head. Now, to think about what was she doing wrong...

His trip there was short, and after making sure he was alone, he summoned himself an imp. A tiny little creature, pathetic and tinier than even a Yordle's child, smacking it and telling it to get straight to work. And while the poor little imp worked himself to a second death washing away all the substances clinging to Tristana's clothes, Teemo sat down and started to plot.

He hadn't lied to Tristana... much. His truth was just a little complicated. It wasn't that he hated Poppy, although he wasn't exactly fond of the imbecile that Rumble proved to be again and again. If he already annoyed Galio, the day the Gatekeeper met Rumble would be the day he'd quit. No, he didn't hate them... he despised what they represented.

Love at first glance. He stayed by her side. He worried. Yet he stayed.

And here he was... thousands of years and his heart still ached with the mere thought of the woman he once loved. Tristana was... he'd never replace Trist, but the hole in his heart just didn't seem to be filled up no matter how much they tried to do it. It hurt him. It made him furious.

Poppy deserved better, and she didn't deserve to fall in love so easily. She barely worked for it! Rumble... the more he thought about that idiot, the angrier he got. He was a gifted engineer, sure, but dumb as a brick when it came to anything else, and as annoying as having a brick thrown at your face. A moron of proportions he could barely begin to comprehend. She deserved better. He deserved worse. But how...

The squeaking behind him from the tiny pathetic creature of pale skin, blubbery and saggy, gave him an idea. A malicious, evil idea... but well, he hadn't gotten these horns just by fucking a human. Oh no. And he'd prove he deserved them by doing far, far worse.

Tristana was trying, and not exactly succeeding, on making the dress feel comfortable on her. It had sleeves and was way too stuffy. She was used to letting most of her skin breathe, covering up the mere basics so she wouldn't get caught by public indecency, though she liked riding the thin line of slutty and small. This was... nothing she liked. At all. It let her lower quarters breathe, but with Teemo around that might be a negative...

"Honey, I'm back." He purred, the setting sun behind him illuminating his soft and silky fur, red scarf-like neck fluff as beautiful as the first night she saw it. That was quite the glow up.

"Yeah, uh, good! Do you think those clothes will be dry by tomorrow because I really could use... anything else, I'm not gonna lie..." She grunted, struggling to take off her dress, a sigh of relief as she stood completely naked in front of him.

"I can try a few tricks. Even though I'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing you like this.." He purred, putting the basket down, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I know I don't."

"You're such a horrible little devil. You want to do it now?"

"You get the rest of the night free that way." He purred, smiling a sweet smile that made her bite her lips.

"... ok you little sly fox, come on."

And as Teemo lost himself inside her, listening to her sweet moans as he thrust until the night was dark and they both were out of breath... he knew he had a plan.

And oh, he couldn't be happier.

Tristana woke to the smell of eggs and cloth burning. Teemo always got up before her, but now he was cooking? And trying to dry up her clothes... though that one didn't seem to be going very well.

Walking slowly as she hadn't quite recovered from last night yet, wrapped in her blankets and dragging them around like a Queen and her much too large cape. "... Teemo?"

The little Devil was dressed up in her clothes! And, she couldn't lie... he looked pretty damn cute in them. Steam rose from the clothes while he cooked a healthy breakfast for them, not even raising his eyes from the scrambled eggs he was preparing. "I think it's about time we visit Poppy. You think you'll be ready soon?"

"Wait... it's like..." She blinked, looking behind her to the window in her room, the sun barely trickling in. "... it can't be past eight. Why the rush?"

"Excited to meet my new work mate. That a bad thing?" He purred, glaring at her with seductive eyes, cat-like slits surrounded by amber. It was almost downright hypnotic...

"Yeah, yeah, that's fair. Well, I'll take a bath, you uh... you use your own clothes. I miss wearing pants." She spoke, walking away for her morning routine, leaving Teemo be.

There was... something inside of him, that he couldn't quite recognize. He felt it before, but so long ago... it felt odd, odd and unpleasant. And it only got stronger the more he thought about what he was about to do. No matter. The smile that he had to force down whenever he thought about that Ang... Poppy crying, and Rumble rolling around like the mindless Imp he ought to be... oh, it made him shiver!

By the time Tristana was out of the bath, Teemo seemed done with her clothes, moaning out loud as he enjoyed his meal. It was... odd, seeing him like this. He was always so happy-go-lucky, but now? Now he seemed almost downright excited. She didn't see that spark in those fiendish eyes since the first night they met... what once made her wet with anticipation, now made her deeply uncomfortable.

"So... uh... real eager to meet your new friend, huh? Guess I'll be hanging out with Rumble while you two... do your business." She was dressing up in the spot, knowing she couldn't stop him even if she wanted. But seeing Rumble would be nice, and learning about what happened with Poppy. It had been a while since she last saw her... how much did an angel change until they turned into a demon? It didn't seem like a lot but... hell, not her.

"Oh, no, I won't be talking much with Poppy. Much. I think you'd do well in getting her acquainted with the more..." He picked up a strip of bacon, smiling, eyes glued to it. "...savory, parts of sex."

"Wait, wait. She's a succubus though."

"No one's born knowing everything. Sometimes you need a few nudges before you learn how things work." He purred, his fur standing up as he licked his fingers from the grease and fat. "Hungry?"

Poppy stared down at her own chest, tapping her breasts lightly as she could, sighing.

She was on her and Rumble's guest room, and while he was recovering downstairs, she was trying to figure out how to not keep her assets bouncing or people looking at them. Sure she was in this house of friendly Sinners, but... maybe it was some residual shame, maybe she wasn't used to it... but she just wanted to be somewhat covered up. And even blankets made her warm to the point of discomfort.

Eh, she'd find something.

Rumble could feel the fur on his back stand up with the mere sound of Poppy's steps, looking up from his borrowed book and around him. She was just coming downstairs, but still, he could barely keep his excitement down. Lulu was just in the kitchen, finishing up a chocolate cake to put most bakers from Bandle to shame.

Neither the sorceress or the mechanic could keep their eyes away from the amethyst that appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden curls all the way to her hips, the massive horns adding a sense of enticing danger... and her eyes, a mix of pink and purple that even the Dark Mage himself would find it insulting to compare to the night sky. It was pulsating. And they stared right through Rumble, just as her toothy smile pierced his heart like a hundred love arrows.

It didn't help that she was naked, either.

"My little sinner." She purred, voice smooth as silk and addicting as poison. "Dearest ally." She bowed to Lulu with all the respect and dignity a royal deserved. It took her a while, but finally, she realized what was going on.

"You... you two are breathing, yes? Release." She spoke as softly as she could, soon followed by the desperate gasps of air from both of them. "... sorry."

"N-nononono, it's, it's fine Poppy..." Lulu spoke while trying to recompose herself, eyes darting from the massive breasts to the hypnotic irises, unable to focus on just one piece of pure magnificence. Man, if only Vei was here to see it too. "Uh... I... I have to go talk with... Veigar! Yes! I'll, uhm, leave you two be. Keep the cake there, please?" Nodding to herself, Lulu disappeared through a door that wasn't in the walls before.

"... d-did I scare her?" Poppy mumbled, walking closer to Rumble, who seemed just as blown away as Lulu.

"No, no you didn't.. you're just... you're just... that hot." He purred, closing his book and putting it away in a table he thought was there, startling himself with the sound of it hitting the floor, but even that wasn't enough to take his eyes away. "W-wh-why aren't you wearing clothes, Dear?"

"Because nothing fits me, I don't know where my armor is and everything else that could cover me makes me feel like I'm burning." A somewhat miffed frown soon turned into a smile. "But hey, at least now I know what anger is. I... I don't know, I quite like it, but I also want my problems to be solved. It's weird! This is so good!"

"I'm so happy for you, my dear!" Rumble tried to get up, but soon he had an Amazon in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried between her breasts.

"And you know, none of this would've happened without you. I really ought to thank you some more..." She smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Knock knock knock.

Barely an inch from each other's lips, Poppy looked up, startled. Rumble was way too busy being crushed and loving every second of it to actually process what was going on, so the one that had to walk to the front door was actually Poppy, leaving a mortal with a boner and a dreamy look on his face behind.

"Poppy!" The Incubi almost leaped on her, hugging her as tightly as his strength allowed him. Tristana came inside from behind him, waving.

"Wait.. is Lulu home?" Trist asked, noticing the fact the house was much too quiet for the purple magician to be around.

"No, she's, well kind of but she's away... uhm. I think she wouldn't mind having you two, as long as we all stay quiet! That sounds nice, yes?"

"Yeah, I think so. Uh, Poppy, why don't you talk to Trist for a while? I think she's has spent way too much time with a guy... maybe she needs some girl on girl time, yes?" With a devious smirk, he purred. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Oh. Uhm. Sure! I wanted to ask you some stuff... but I guess it'll have to wait? Trist?" Poppy offered a hand to the Gunner, who gladly took it.

As they went upstairs to talk, Teemo walked to Rumble, each step light as a feather, a grin made to unsettle people sitting perfectly on the Incubi's face.

"So... Rumble." He sat on the arm of the chair, hovering a few inches above it so his weight wouldn't affect anything. "How's Poppy been treating you?"

"Oh, that's what you wanted to talk about... oh thank fuck I thought you were gonna offer to dick me or something." Rumble sighed in relief, smiling. "Man, she's the fucking greatest. She's... not to insult your girlfriend but... I'd give up a thousand Tristanas just to touch her again." He stared dreamily in the distance, lost in thoughts of adoration.

"Isn't that sweet." Teemo looked away as well, thanking the seven circles that they finally gave him something easy. Tristana was sweet and delicious... but this? This filled him with joy. "You know Rumble... I don't want to be mean. I really don't. But do you think you deserve her? Truly? I mean, look at you."

Rumble fumbled on his seat, still staring off in the distance. "I mean... I've improved a lot, man. If I have her around... maybe, maybe soon I can. I just need time."

"Rumble." Teemo placed a hand on his shoulder, purring with joy. "I'm your friend. and your best friend's boyfriend. So heed my advice. You're... well, you're pathetic. If I didn't know you were here beforehand, I might've sat on top of you. You have arms the size of toothpicks. Your inventions fail, you don't have enough stamina to satisfy her... I know that for a fact." He smiled, watching as Rumble squirmed and tried to make himself smaller on the seat, his insecurities being poked left and right, the joy of Poppy being safe and the fact that Teeemo was, indeed, Tristana's boyfriend... he had to be trusted.

"But." Teemo spoke, and though he didn't have words for an answer, he saw Rumble's ears perk up like an excited cat. Oh, just what he needed to know to go on. "You can better yourself in a way Demons just loooove."

"Y-yeah?!" The small mechanic was almost jumping out of the chair as he scrambled to find a comfy position to look up at Teemo, ready to take whatever advice he had to heart. "C'mon you're a Devil but you can't keep that away from me man... don't tease..."

"That's the spirit. You remember this?" Teemo reached for Rumble's left hands, thumb pulling away fur to the barely visible remains of seven circles. "You know... Demons find sinners impressive. Y'know what would make Poppy swoon for you? Drop to her knees and just beg for you?"

The Demon leaned in, whispering light as the wind. "Sin... sin and let her revel on the fact you are so mean... sin to your heart's content... and further beyond."

"But, but like..." Rumble pulled his hand away, taken back by the 'advice'. "I'm, I'm in a pretty good spot already dude. She loves me..."

"For now."

"... for now..." Rumble slumped on the chair, sighing. "Yeah... for now..."

They stayed in silence for a while, Teemo silently enjoying his victory, while Rumble soaked in this information. She was a succubus... a recently turned one. Maybe they worked like dogs or something. Younger ones were always full of energy... the older they were, the less. Well, Poppy had just fallen. She'd probably get bored of him in a few days then, weeks if he was lucky.

"All of them?"

"She's a Succubus, so I'd say sleeping around might earn you some renown in her heart but... yeah. Go wild."

"Fuck no, I'm not cheating on her, but... yeah, yeah! I'll just do extra on the other ones. Oh man. Oh man, I'm ready for this." Teemo savored each and every word, lying back on the chair as Rumble talked about his ideas.

"Oh, I got one right now. Gimme a moment." He hopped out of his chair, running to the kitchen. While he was busy, Poppy and Tristana came downstairs, both of them giggling.

"...I thought that's a boy's only thing... wait, do you have one?"

"What? No... not a real one at least. You can buy these. They're like belts. Then you just kind of move your hips like... oh, hey Teemo! Where's Rumble?"

Just as they stopped in front of the chair Rumble had been sat on, he came back, a slice of cake in hands and two