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Alright, The first time you and Loris had sex, he came on your stomach...... And licked you clean after.

His tongue lapped up and down your ticklish tummy, chuckling lovingly as it twitched beneath his wake. collecting his own cum on his wet muscle, he swallowed it before crawling up to your level and catching you in the sloppiest makeout ever.

safe to say you went more than one round that night.

Thats it.

Hes so freeky GOD I JUST WANT HIM TO LICK ME IN THE MOST DISGUSTING WAY UGH

[angelltheninth]

When Arcane Men Get Jealous

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Finn, Marcus, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive

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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.

When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.

"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."

Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.

"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."

If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.

"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."

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Warmth and Safety (Loris x Reader)

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day <3

Warnings: Spoilers for S2, major character death, grief, mentions of violence, grief

Word Count: 2.6k

Ask Box: Open

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The stares of people around you went unnoticed as you stared at the man kneeling before you. You knew what it looked like. A giant burly man in a wrinkled suit holding a shabby ring box to someone with a dumbfounded look on their face. Anyone would have thought it was an odd sight, especially in the pristine streets of Piltover. But you didn’t care one bit. Your hands shook as you grasped his shoulders tightly.

"Loris, you can’t be-“

”Serious?” He gave you a lopsided smile. “Completely.”

You had to hold in an excited squeal. “How did you even plan this?!”

”It doesn’t matter. Yes or no?”

”What?” Your eyes were glued to the ring. It was hard to focus on anything else.

”Will you marry me?”

”Of course I will!”

Loris chuckled. He stood up and took your hand. His own was warm and sweaty. He slid the ring on your finger. It was absolutely beautiful. A simple silver band with a delicate, dark blue gem in the center. It was perfect. You couldn’t stop smiling as you admired the ring before looking up at Loris. He was staring down at you with bright eyes.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

He snorted and nodded. “Absolutely. I thought you’d say no.”

”And why would I do that?”

”I’m not exactly the best looking guy. Or the richest. Or with the best job.”

”Loris, we’ve been dating for three years.”

”But you also threw a bottle at my head when we first met.”

You giggled and shook your head. When the two of you first met, it was at a definitely less-than-legal fight club. You were working the bar and he was a patron that you had seen more often than not. One night, he was dragging a drunk and beaten Vi out of the club. You thought he was kidnapping her, so you threw a bottle straight at him along with a slew of insults.

”My bad.” You shrugged.

Loris smiled softly before running his free hand through your hair. His touch was so loving. Your heart was still pounding at the fact that he proposed. He wanted to be with you. Forever. It was the first time he felt anything other than a deep dislike of anything and everything around him. Before, he just went through life drinking away his sorrows and barely performing his job. And now he had you. He had a purpose in life.

The wedding wasn't anything extravagant. You only needed Loris and your closest friends around. It was a day filled with love, laughter, and happiness. There were no Enforcers. There was no rising tensions between Piltover and the Undercity. There was only warmth and safety.

***

Married life was surprisingly easy to get into. You both moved into a bigger apartment closer to the heart of the city. You would go to your part time job while Loris would go do his work as an Enforcer. He had cut down on his drinking, so you two were saving more and more money. Enough to maybe even start a family.

"Welcome home, baby." You kissed his cheek as you helped him take off his jacket. "How was work?"

He grunted in response. "Busy."

"I have dinner ready."

"Not hungry."

He pushed past you and into the house. Your nose scrunched. He smelled… like sewage. You grabbed his jacket and sniffed it closer. Bits of dust and grime covered the well-worn fabric. You couldn't help but worry. You walked into where he was now situated on the couch, leaning back with his hand covering his face. You sat next to him.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"This whole thing… the riots, trying to find Jinx, dealing with all this political shit… it's killing me."

"You're doing your best." You leaned against his shoulder.

He sighed and shook his head. "It doesn't feel like it. We had to go to the Undercity today. Did things I'm not proud of."

You nodded and grabbed his hand, lowering it from his face. You knew this was taking a toll on him. It didn't help that he kept coming home injured and more upset than the day before. You were afraid he would fall back on those unhealthy habits he had before the two of you got together. 

Your hand squeezed his. "Do you think it's time to reevaluate what you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean-" You sat up and stared down at him. "If you want to keep doing this job."

His eyes widened. "Of course I do. It's all I've ever done."

"I know. But look at you, Loris. You're too stressed out."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "What else am I supposed to do besides this?"

You pursed your lips. You've been waiting to bring this up. You just couldn't find the right time. Your hand moved over his chest. His cheeks flushed and he looked away. You smiled softly. There was the husband you loved. This stupid job was too much on him. And you wanted nothing more than to get his mind off of it.

"Start a family."

"A fam-" He let out a breath. He sat up as well, pushing you away. "We already are a family!"

"You know what I mean, Loris."

His face turned an even darker red. "You really want that?"

"I do. I want to have a baby with you. I want to see you as a father. And I want to be happy. Together."

Loris groaned before grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. "How about a compromise? I lower my hours so we can start planning."

"Sounds good to me."

"Good." He leaned in to kiss you.

You shook your head and pushed him back. "No. You stink."

"I do?!" Loris buried his face in your neck playfully. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Hey!!" You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. "We need to go take a shower!"

"We?"

"Yes, we." Your voice lowered. "And we can start trying right away."

That put a spark in Loris's actions. He immediately stood up, taking you with him. HIs hands were warm and holding you securely against your body. You could practically feel all the stress melt off of him. You hated that his job made him get down like this. But you were happy to provide at least some comfort to him. He spent all his time protecting you and the city. The least you could do was make him feel like his efforts weren't all in vain.

***

Three months into trying for a baby, Loris had left the Enforcers. He said it was because he was done with it all and wanted to focus on having a kid. You knew better than that. You've heard the whispers on the street, the falsified headlines. There was a war brewing. Loris had all but stopped talking about Vi and the others. There had been a falling out between them. And it was bad enough for him to quit. 

It was nice having him back. He paid more attention to you. He bought everything needed for a nursery despite your protests of not even being pregnant yet. Random lists of baby names were scattered throughout the apartment along with guides on how to raise a child. Loris had thrown himself into the excitement of becoming a father. But it was only a temporary distraction.

The conflict had switched gears. It was no longer the Undercity that was the enemy. Ambessa had brought in her forces. It looked like some sort of coup. You didn't have nearly enough information of what was going on. The only thing Loris had said was that he was betrayed by Caitlyn becoming loyal to Ambessa. You were getting more and more worried.

And then he decided to go back.

"I don't understand!" You said, standing at the front door. "I thought everything was okay!"

Loris was lacing up his shoes. "It's not. I have to go back."

"Why didn't you let me know what was going on?"

"I didn't want to stress you out." He glanced up at you. "I wanted you to focus on your health."

Your hand moved immediately to your stomach. You took a test two days before and found out that you were finally pregnant. You had hid all the evidence. You wanted to surprise him with a special dinner and a gift. And yet… he was leaving. You frowned.

"I should know what's going on, Loris."

He stood up. "They need me."

"They broke your trust!"

"I know!" He said your name loudly. The grief and anger was apparent. "But I can't do the same to them. Not when they need my help."

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I just… you’ve already done enough, haven’t you? You left the Enforcers for a reason.”

Loris sighed, bringing up your hand to brush against his cheek. “It’s one last battle. It’ll all be over and I’ll leave for good. Retire. Okay?”

Your nose scrunched. You didn’t like that he was going back, especially with how upset he was when Caitlyn teamed up with Ambessa. You didn’t want to see him get hurt again. But you knew that you couldn’t stop him. That surprise would just have to wait until he came home.

“Then…” Your thumb rubbed against his cheek gently. “Can I come?”

“And do what?” His arms wrapped around your waist. 

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Cheer you on?”

“You can cheer me on from inside our home.”

You hummed and leaned in close to him. “Come back safe?”

“You know I will. I’ll always come back to you.”

***

Everything was a blur. All you could remember were the shakes of buildings as explosions went off. The distant cries of pain. A glowing flash. Space. And then… nothing.

The battle was over. And you couldn't wait any longer. You barely even had time to fully put on your shoes before you ran out of your apartment and towards the barracks. You ignored the faces of everyone you passed on the street. You didn't have time to waste.

Your steps slowed down and became heavier as you walked up to the building. Your hands rubbed up and down your sides as you tried to wipe away the non stop sweat. Your heart was pounding. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. Loris would be standing there, that goofy smile on his face as waved at you. Just like always. The door creaked open. Families sobbed. Some were holding on tightly to the soldiers that had returned safely. Others were holding on to nothing but a memory. Your eyes flitted about before spotting someone. 

Vi. 

You took another step forward. And then another. She was crying. Before you knew it, you were running over to her. “Vi!! Are you okay?!”

Vi’s head whipped up and she stared at you. She whispered your name. “I… uhm… it…”

A sinking feeling filled your stomach. “What is it?”

“Jinx.”

“Oh.” You swallowed thickly. “I’m so sorry.”

She looked like she wanted to say something else when someone else called your name. You turned to see Caitlyn. Your eyes narrowed for a split second as you remembered what she did, but you tried to steady your expression. She was walking over to you and Vi. She was holding-

“Oh my god.”

The sight of Loris’s bloodied headband made you collapse to the ground. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to pretend that he was just injured, in the infirmary. But the look on Vi’s and Caitlyn’s faces told you the truth. Your throat closed up. You had to practically force yourself to speak.

“He can’t be dead.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss. He… helped us win this fight.”

It wasn’t worth it. Nothing was worth it if Loris was dead. God, he was so fucking stupid. Why did he feel the need to go and help? Someone else could've filled his position. He didn't have to help anyone, especially those that hurt him. You wanted to curse him for having such a kind and giving heart. 

Someone else knelt down next to you. It was Steb. "He did good."

You let out a whimper. "I don't care. He can't… I can't-"

"There will be a mass funeral in several days." Caitlyn said, holding the headband out to you. "We will have bereavement packages to help you stay on your feet."

"Shut up." You hissed as you yanked the headband out of her hands. "This is all your fault."

"Hey–" Vi gave you a frown. "That's not fair."

"No, it's not fucking fair! I just lost my husband and you're trying to tell me the benefits I'll get now that he's dead!"

Caitlyn sighed and straightened. "It's the best we can do."

"The best you could've done was leave him the fuck alone after you betrayed him." You stood up and looked down at the headband. "It should've been you."

Vi's face contorted. It looked like she was about to pummel you. Caitlyn stepped in front of her while Steb put his hands on your shoulders. His eyes bore into yours. You felt your body shake before exploding into sobs once again. He wrapped you up in a hug. It didn't feel as nearly as warm as Loris's arms. You buried your face in his neck.

"I truly am sorry." Caitlyn's voice was hoarse as if she's been crying herself. "It… I am devastated at his loss."

"He was a great man." Vi said.

You pulled away from Steb. It took you several moments to gather yourself. Reality was starting to set in. Part of you wondered where his body was. The other part didn't want to even imagine what he looked like. Your thumb rubbed across the fabric of his headband. A shudder ran through you. Another realization set in.

"Are you okay?" Steb asked. "You look pale."

"I didn't tell him."

"Tell him what?"

"I'm pregnant."

The air was sucked out of the room. You moved your hand to your stomach. You didn't want to do this alone. You weren't supposed to do this alone. You two had planned for this together. He was your warmth and your safety. With that gone, how were you going to survive? How could you live? What if the child looked like him? Had his goofy smile, had his humor… You wouldn't be able to bear it. Just a constant reminder of what you lost. 

Steb gently guided you towards a bench. "You need to sit down."

"I can't do it."

"Don't say that." Vi sat on the other side of you. "You can do it."

You shook your head. "I can't. It'll hurt too much. Even now…"

"You will do it." Caitlyn kneeled in front of you. "Don't get rid of Loris's memory. Of what you two created together. A beautiful life."

"I don't want to be alone."

"You won't. You'll have us."

You lowered your head and pressed the headband against your cheek. It had his scent. Tears dripped down your face, soaking into the fabric. It hurt. It hurt so fucking badly. You knew you couldn't give up, no matter how much you wanted to. You would need to get better eventually. For Loris and for the baby. But for now, you needed to let yourself mourn the loss of the love of your life. You shut your eyes. A shaky breath left your lips. If you blocked out everything around you and just focused on his smell, it was like he was still there. Standing next to you. Giving you the warmth and safety you needed.

You hoped that this feeling would never fade. 

[grapenamjams]

Loris from the Arcane LoL X fem. Reader

Facial f.rec, Breeding kink, size difference, pet names used for reader (honey/hun/sweetheart/darling)

“H-hun wait just a-I’m gonna-mmh!” Loris groans as he comes against your face accidentally. His warm release painting your lips and chin in his color. The hand that he had threaded into your hair to slow your bobbing motions down, lets go.

So much for that tactic.

He brings his hand up to run it over bearded jaw. He huffs, his large chest lowering and rising with unsteady breathes. He looks down at you with bleary eyes, the grin that appears on your face as you lick around your mouth makes his spent cock twitch.

“Here, I’m sorry sweetheart. Did I get it in your eye?” loris pulls off his shirt, concern in his voice.

Telling him no with a smile he helps clean off the mess he made on you with his white shirt. He chuckles, not believing that he wasn’t able to hold back to finish completely in your mouth like he usually did. You did ambush him after all, getting on your knees infront of him after you greeted him back home. He was still against the door of your shared room his height towering over you. Making you seem extra small compared to him.

“I got it all over you, didn’t I?” He wipes the last of it from the corner of your lip and chin. Something about the sight makes his breathing hitch. He was wiping his cum off of you when it should be inside.

What a waste.

Loris eyes darken once again, his body heating up with desire as some unknown primal wave takes hold of him. He didn’t know where it came from but seeing you covered in him made him want to rectify it. Quickly.

He gives you a hand, helping you up to your feet. Then the next moment he’s letting out a gruff moan as his lips meet yours in a hungry kiss. A growl escaping him at the taste of himself on your lips. Reminding him of his wastefulness. Large hands Gripping tight on your waist, need and hunger pulsating through him with inpatience. Removing your clothing like they were not even there in the first place.

The back of your legs hit the bed before you fall back; loris following you down onto the mattress with a thud. He breaks away to take a look at you. worn, protective hands gliding down your body.

Loris strokes himself a couple of times, sucking in a breath. helping him get hard again. although it doesn’t take much seeing how he already was dripping precum onto your stomach. Legs already spread, luring him to settle his hips between them. Loving the way his large frame covers your small flushed body. So the only thing you can see and feel is him. his pendent necklace hanging between the two of you.

“This time I’m going to make sure it all stays in” he murmurs placing himself at your entrance.

“Lo?” You start to question- then let out a gasp when you feel him suddenly push his thick cock into you without warning as he usually does. Half way inside all in one go is all you can muster as you let out a whine, nails digging into his shoulders. your walls trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion. loris halts, Feeling apologetic at his roughness. He presses kisses on your lips and Jaw “m’sorry…m’sorry…you okay?” Your comfort, his number one priority even when he’s in such a primal state of need. With a smile you reassure him you’re fine just surprised. He nodes and at your signal, starts to slowly push in letting you adjust to his size.

“There you go honey… just like always, you take me in so well, dont you?” he groans at how perfectly made your are for him. His broad back muscles tightening as he continues to push in with care till the hilt. Both, moaning and breathing hard looking up at each others eyes.

Loris takes your legs, pushing them to your chest, making you even smaller against him. All flesh and muscle surrounding you. he starts to thrust deep hitting that soft spot that has your eyes rolling back.

“You’re so beautiful honey…but I know youre gonna look even more radiant with my baby in you” murmurs, thrusting at the image of seeing you with a swollen belly.

your walls clamp around him at his words already wanting to coax his release to spill inside you. He rumbles, with a growl; a grin on his face.

“Mmm- I know you’d like that huh? Starting our family?- Keeping you full to the brim with my seed” his thrusts hit impossibly deeper as he keeps you folded. Eyes never leaving your blissed out face. “none of it will go to waste darling, I’ll promise you that”

One thing about the man you love is that had never broken a promise to you.

[arcane-side-character-appreciate]

Idk about anyone else but I’d LOVEE artists read and Loris sm

Loris x artist!reader | Headcanon (SFW)

Contains: GN!Reader, a mini rant about Loris & his body (not sexual.), assumed Loris is from Piltover/is an Endorcer, and only 5 hcs for now sorry 😔

An: Thank you anon!!! This is gonna be so self indulgent. Might do a mini fanfic for this prompt too

(Not proof read because I'm insane and in the middle of class)

Mini rant before I get into the headcanons, this is purely self indulgent.

DO YOU KNOW HOW PERFECT LORIS WOULD BE FOR ART STUDIES RAAAA

Not only is he chub muscular which would be perfect for nude studies but he also has strong facial features that any artist can and should get lost in.

Hours. DAYS. PAGES. spent studying his structure and all the fine details that make his face HIS face ugh. I really have to do my own study of him sometime.

Anyway, let's get this started with...

Loris sitting still for hours for you

He's used to standing and sitting on duty, his big frame and muscles are more useful guarding things than patrolling.

So when you're both sitting in your apartment and the light starts to shine just right he doesn't mind sitting perfectly still while you rush to get your sketch pad.

The only problem is that he keeps cracking a smile at you, watching you scribble over the pad and look up at him through your lashes. The way you find yourself in odd positions to catch the perfect angle of his face. He thinks it's adorable how much care you put into each work.

He does, truly, love your work

He could sit and watch you work for hours, your hands covered in paint or pastel or charcoal, the way you seem to know how to place each color juat right without even thinking about it.

If he's modeling you bet your ass he's wondering over to look at rhe progress you've made.

He's not a BIG enjoyer of art, he doesn't go to gallery's and stare longingly at art, or try to dissect it. He doesn't even really try to find a deeper meaning in your art. He just likes watching how you make a piece come together.

Only the finest materials

He's not exactly rich but he is absolutely helping you get only the best materials for your work. But you need to go with him. Every. Time.

If you send him alone he'll come back with ten blues and three greens and say he couldn't remember or find the right one and none of them are the right one.

Its okay! He tries! He just can't exactly see the difference between Turquois and Teal, so its just best if you tag along.

Tagging along!

It's good for you to go along to get supplies, you're usually so deep in a piece you forget to go out.

Loris takes this as a great opportunity, he makes a whole day out of it where the two of you walk around Piltover on a sort of mini date, getting things to eat, going and checking out new places.

By the time you both get home you've got some fancy new supplies and Loris's arms are tired and he's definitely ready for a nap.

Loris tries to paint

FAVORITE headcanon. He can't paint for shit, but that doesn't stop him from giving it a try every now and then. Sitting down at your spot as you sit across from him and direct or give tips.

He finishes with paint coverinf his arms and the apron you lent him, he wipes his forehead which also somehow has paint on it and he sighs, turning it to you disappointed.

You can't help but laugh at how hard he's taking it, it's a fine drawing! Hes just a beginner! You love it anyway! He eventually lightens up, he knows well enough he's nor gonna be perfect at it, he just wanted to hear you dote on him.

[dxrlingluv]

Okay guys so I have a theory that Loris never died in act 3. Despite people seeing that he got shot by arrows multiple times, HE DIDN’T DIE. It was but an act so that the enemies wouldnt bother him again because they think he’s dead.

He actually went to my house last night and we netflix and chilled. Like, last night, I had the most chill night in with Loris.

Can you believe it? We just sat on the couch, ordered pizza, and binged that some show that no one even talks about. He was so funny, cracking jokes and making me laugh.

I swear, sometimes I forget he's not just a character on a screen.

He was so into the show, leaning forward, eyes wide. I couldn't help but smile. I mean, who wouldn't be captivated by a show like that? But it was the little moments that really got me. Like when he'd pause his laugh to grab another slice of pizza, or when he'd accidentally spill his drink because he got scared. It was so him.

I'm just glad he could take a break from all that Piltover chaos. He deserves it. After all, saving the world is an exhausting work.

So, yeah guys. He’s alive.

[katanaflower]

Joyride

Loris x Fem!Reader

Reader goes clubbing with her friends. Guess who she sees at the club???

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Please be kind! I'm so nervous about posting this! Tell me if it's good or bad lmao

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Disclaimers: 

Please properly discuss with your partner or whoever you end up being intimate with about protection and what you’re comfortable with! 

Also, stay safe and hydrated when you go out clubbing!

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Joyride

“Okay, look up.” Jana instructed. You did so as she gently tugged down your lower eyelid, coloring your waterline. 

“This feels like this is in my asshole.” You cringed, trying your hardest not to blink as she finished. 

“I promise you, it doesn’t.” She said before letting go. “Now go ahead and blink for me.” 

You groaned, doing a couple of blinks before she did the other eye. 

“Can confirm.” Ulu added as she continued to fry her hair with her crimper. 

“Ow!” Toni grunted as she tripped trying to pull up her stockings. 

“Okay. ” Jana tilted your head back. “Now the other.” She pulled your other eyelid down. “How about we go over the plan again? We all are….?”

“Wanting my guts rearranged.” You answered without a beat.

“Searching for some good choice vagina.” Ulu responded. 

“Hoping to find my soulmate……or a sugar mama or daddy.” Toni sighed. 

Jana stopped for a moment, blinking. “I was gonna say have some fun, but since we’re getting specific here, not having to pay for any of my drinks tonight.” She finally finished up and handed you her mirror. “Whatchu think?” She started to clean up her work station. 

You had to give it to her, as much as you persisted that tightlining wouldn’t make much of a difference, she ended up being right. It really was the finishing touch to your makeup. 

“Can you let me be right for once?” You pouted, batting your pretty eyes. 

“Crazy how listening to a makeup artist actually pays off.” She scoffed.

“It’ll pay off if it schedules my dick appointment.” You smirked up at her. 

“So the goal is to leave with someone by the end of the night?” Jana clarified. 

“Yes!” You lifted yourself off the floor and went to look through Ulu’s perfume collection. “I think it’s what I deserve.” 

You were finally ready to have fun again after a long six months of recovery from your former situationship. Long story short, he wasn’t willing to commit to you. As much as it hurt, that was the end of that. It was time to have fun again. 

“Grab the purple one.” Ulu offered. 

The problem was that there were five purple colored bottles. 

“Uhhhh.” You looked around, hesitating. “Which purple?” 

“Dark purple.” She turned off her crimper before unplugging it. She still was not specific enough since there were three dark purple bottles. 

“Which one!?” You playfully shrieked, ready just to grab a random one.

“The orchid one!” She mocked you with a smile.

You giggled, picking it up and giving yourself a few good spritz. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

“Because it’s funny.” She winked.

Smiling as you rolled your eyes you went up to the body length mirror, checking over yourself one last time before heading out. 

You were wearing a low cut black halter top with some black dress pants and paired it with some black booties. Was it original? No. Was it classy? Maybe? Was it comfortable? Yes. Besides, you knew no one was really going to be paying attention to your outfit. They were going to be paying attention to you. 

“Well, since you’re not coming home tonight, you’re not allowed to get drunk.” Toni reminded you. “So I’ll be your gal pal tonight.” She signed the word ‘babe’ to you. 

“You just want to be nosy and judge all the guys I’m gonna be scoping out for.” You called her out, scrunching your nose at her. 

“Because I’m one of three of your wing women.” She scrunched her nose back as she justified herself, zipping up her boots. 

“Okay! Group picture!” Jana called out, setting up the timer. 

The four of you started checking one another, making sure everything looked good. 

“Do my edges look even?” Jana asked Toni. 

“As even as my titties.” She replied. “Did you borrow my gel?” 

“Yeah, you were right. They’re not gonna move.” 

“Do you think my earrings look good with my outfit?” Ulu asked you. 

“Uhhhh.” Ulu had multiple piercings on both of ears. 

“The beaded ones.” She clarified. 

“Yes!” You answered. “Your mom made these, right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed proudly. 

“Hurry! Five seconds!” Jana alerted everyone. 

Everyone quickly rushed in front of the camera, making sure to pose tightly together before the camera flashed. After many poses and pictures, Toni pointed to her wrist. 

“My bracelet is turned on!” Toni started. 

“Samesies!” Ulu seconded. 

“Got it!” Jana joined. 

“Ready!” You finished, turning on your emergency bracelet. 

The bracelet was designed and made by Toni. Its sole purpose was to notify other synced up bracelets when in trouble. When switched to SOS it would send the other bracelets the coordinates of the person’s location and a quick voice recording for confirmation.  

It was still in the testing stage but if proved to be successful Toni was going to launch it. One day it’ll be available to hundreds of people who want to go out and have fun safely at a cheap price. She made all of you so proud. 

“Alright! Let’s move it!” Jana called out at the doorway.

You all then headed out the door, into the night, making way for the club. 

-

As you all were waiting in line to enter “Dominari” Toni linked her arm with yours, leaning in. 

“Keep an eye out for anyone that looks like they got money but also have a soul.” She whispered.

“I thought you were also looking for your soulmate?” You asked. 

“Which is why I said that they have to look like they have a soul. Besides, can they not be both my money giver and my soulmate?” She inquired. 

“Any icks to look out for?” You asked, avoiding answering her question.  

“They need to have most of their teeth.” She replied plainly. 

“Most?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “What kind of people have you been messing around with?” 

“People with most of their teeth.” She explained. “I have standards, you know. There is a bar and it has been set.” 

“Hey,” Jana leaned in between the two of you whispering. “Just got word that there’s a few pit fighters in tonight. So if that’s something either of you are looking for, keep an eye out.” 

“I don’t go to those.” You admitted, the line started to move up. 

“Just be on the lookout for people that are well built.” Ulu hissed. “But more importantly, keep an out for the Vi. She’s one of the best in the ring right now.” 

“Why? Also, since when have you been going to pit fights?” You turned back to look at her. 

She didn’t have a chance to answer since the bouncer let the four of you in. 

A chill went over you as you walked inside, the music pounding, the lights flashing, and all the people crowding around the dance floor. It all flooded your senses, reassuring you that you did deserve to have fun. 

“Before we split, let's do a quick shot and dance!” Jana suggested over the loud music. 

You all agreed, heading over to the bar.

Ulu and Jana ordered since they had the best social skills while you and Toni waited, patiently, watching everyone dance. Your eyes searching the crowd for anyone that resonated with you. They were all just a blur of faces under the strobe lights.

Most of your past flames were found in a cafe, or in a bookstore. It wasn’t until recently that you were picking up guys from clubs/bars. Either way, it didn’t matter in the end where you found those guys. They were all shit, anyway. Treated you like shit. Made you feel like shit. It was all shit. Because your taste in men was shit. 

Jana nudged you, “Are you okay!?” She yelled over the music. 

You nodded your head. 

“I know you’re eager to move on, but don’t get your hopes up if you don’t find someone tonight!” 

You smiled, lightly headbutting her with an ‘okay, thank you’. 

Even though your taste in men was shit, that didn’t mean the night was gonna be. You were here to have fun. So you weren’t going to take anything too seriously….at least try not to take anything so seriously. Cause if you didn’t find anyone, at least you looked hot and felt like it. You would be damned if you allowed another man to make you feel otherwise. 

A chill ran up your spine, bringing you back to your surroundings. That’s when the bartender brought out the shots. 

“A shot for good luck!” Ulu called out, giving out the drinks. 

The four of you clinked your glasses before downing it. The warmth of the drink went down your throat, but only warmed you up temporarily. 

“Alright ladies!” Ulu shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Toni to spin you around, the air giving you goosebumps. “Let’s fucking goooo!” She sang out, making you squeal with laughter as she led you out into the dancefloor. 

The four of you danced together, hyping each other up, making sure not to let any creeps or hecklers interrupt your girl time. You truly loved these girls, they were more than just your friends, they were your sisters. They made you aware that you were in the ‘best years of your life’. However, you also knew that as long as you had them, you would always be living the best years of your life. 

You all were having the time of your lives to the point where you almost forgot your personal mission: finding someone to bang. 

When it was time to split you made sure to stick closely to Toni. Ulu and Jana stayed behind, they continued to dance, vibing with a few people on the dancefloor. 

Both you and Toni moved across the dancefloor, but continued to dance. You even invited a few other ladies, who just simply wanted to dance, tag along with the two of you. Just girls being girls. All of you being dancing queens. 

Eventually, you would have thought that with all the dancing you would be a little hot, but in fact you were still feeling a little chilly. Even when you pulled out your best ‘nasty’ moves, you were still cold. 

“You good!?” Toni asked, hands holding yours as the two of you vibed with the music. 

“Yeah, just a little cold!” You replied.

She giggled, gesturing down with her eyes. “Yeah, I could tell!” 

Your eyes followed hers as you discovered your nipples being very visible through your top. 

“Gods!” You hugged your boobs. “I’m surprised I haven’t poked anyone’s eyes out!” You both laughed.

 “Wanna go get a drink!?” She offered, gesturing to the bar with her head. 

“Yeah!” Just as you glanced at the bar, that's when someone caught your eyes. 

You did a double take at a man that you could have sworn you made up in your mind. After a few blinks, you confirmed this man was indeed real. You stopped Toni from walking over to the bar. 

“Oh, oh, OH!” You gasped, taking him in.

He was leaning on the bar, chatting with what looked like a friend. Urgently, you tugged on Toni’s arm, grabbing her attention from all the commotion on the dancefloor to the bar.

“What?” She shouted as she signed over the loud music, looking around frantically, trying to find where your eyes were glued. 

You turned her head in the direction of the man you were eyeing, carefully watching her expression. She then scrunched her nose. 

“No, I like my guys more pathetic looking. You know, the ones with the wet dog eyes.” She politely explained. 

You couldn’t help but laugh before telling her, “Not for you!” 

“Ohhhh!” She then looked over at him again. “Oooooh, yeah, this is right up your alley. Although,” She paused, raising an eyebrow. “This is the type you fantasize about, but never actually go after.” 

She didn’t have to call you out like that, but she was right. This man was tall, muscular, a little older looking, and looked like he knew how to make a woman cum.

“I like to give chances.” You tried to explain. 

“You don’t need to do charity.” She bumped her hip into yours. “Go after what you want!” 

You continued to watch him. You watched how he and his friend-you were hoping she was just his friend, were talking to one another at the bar. Neither making their way to the dance floor.

“Go talk to him!” Toni nudged you with her elbow. 

“I don’t know, maybe it’s too early?” Maybe it was still too soon to be approaching anyone.

“But what if it becomes too late?” She replied. 

She had a point. He was not ugly by any means. Sooner or later someone would be taking the bait and trying their luck. 

“What if he rambles? Mansplains about shit I don’t care about?” You started to doubt outloud. 

“Then just tune him out, that’s what I do.” Toni laughed off. 

“You shut off your hearing aids, that’s not the same thing!” You laughed. 

She then nudged you again in his direction. 

“What if they’re together!?” You finally asked. 

She gave you a look that you could only describe as ‘bitch, no’. She gave you one final nudge. “Go for it, babe! I’ll keep an eye out!”

“Thank you!” You signed to her. 

Funny enough, as you were making your way over, the guy you were eyeing walked off but his companion did not. So you made your way over to her, hopeful to get some answers and reassurances. 

You parked yourself right beside the woman that was wearing more black than you. She didn’t even acknowledge you, only drinking from her cup. You figured she wasn’t going to look at you, so you had to start. 

“Hey pretty I-”

“Not interested.” She immediately interrupted. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m not here to flirt or mess around.” She clarified. 

“Oh, that’s not why I came over-” You tried to clarify. 

“I don’t want to sign any autographs either.” She scoffed with irritation.

“What?” You blinked even more confused now. “That’s not why I’m here.” 

She finally looked over at you, making you feel very small as she eyed you up and down. 

“Then what the fuck do you want?” She demanded. 

“I wanted to make sure that the guy that was just here wasn’t your man.” You nervously admitted to her. 

“Loris?” She cringed. “He’s a friend. Also, not my type.” 

“Gotcha.” You chuckled with relief. So, that was his name. “I just wanted to make sure.” You explained.

“You’re good. He’ll be back in a sec.” 

“Cool, okay. Well, can you at least give me something to work with?” You started. 

She then mean mugged you. “Like what?” 

“Like what’s your name? Is Loris even willing to talk?” 

“Vi.” Oh. She’s the pit fighter Ulu mentioned. 

You then introduced yourself. She only drank from her cup, not really acknowledging you. 

“Sure, he’ll talk with you.” She bitterly stated.

Maybe it was because you didn’t have anyone else there to back you up or reassure you, but you were beginning to have doubts. Maybe it was best if you took your ass right back to the dancefloor? 

“I’m not stepping on any toes, am I?” You wanted to make sure you weren’t crossing any lines or disrupting anything in motion. 

“No. Relax. I’m not a bitch, okay?” She replied calmly. 

“I don’t think you are,” You started, “But I don’t know you or what you’re about.” You admitted with a shrug. “So help me out here.”

The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something. With a big sigh, and roll of her eyes, she gave in. 

“Alright, fair enough. What do you want to know?” You couldn’t help but smile with relief. 

“He’s not currently with anyone, right?” You just wanted to be sure.

She didn’t even hesitate. “No. Next?” 

Good start. 

“Please tell me he isn’t an insufferable know it all, that's gonna be teaching me stuff I don’t want to know about.” You began with a wince. 

For some reason, men loved to ‘teach’ you things you didn’t need to know or already had knowledge about. It’s not like you didn’t love to learn because you did. Learning is fun. It’s just that particularly with men, they had a tendency to think you had never experienced anything ever before. So when you tried to explain to them otherwise they always told you in some way or in another that you were wrong and that they were right. 

“No. Loris is more of a listener.” 

Nice. 

You managed to ask a couple of more questions before she started to get irritated again. 

“Look, I get that you’re nervous and all but what was your game plan if I didn’t know jackshit about him?” 

You blinked, shrugging. 

“Maybe just wing it? Or maybe crack a couple of jokes and hope for the best?” You sheepishly admitted. 

“Wait a min-oh no!” It suddenly hit you. “Am I doing the most!?” You started to panic.

“Yes! Gods, can you just-” She then flagged down the bartender, ordering a couple of shots. “Quit looking like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re gonna jump into the ceiling like a damn cat.” 

“Oh don’t say that.” You groaned. 

You weren’t sure why, but without fail, you had earned plenty of nicknames that were ‘cat’ influenced. You didn’t even look like a cat!

“Your eyes are practically the size of saucers. Did you take anything before coming here?” She asked in both irritation while laughing. 

“No!” You sighed with the shake of your head. “Why is it always cats?”

“What’s wrong with that? Cats can be….cute, I guess?” She offered. 

“Yeah but I always get the weirdest nicknames. Not the cute ones.” 

“Like?” She asked as the bartender came back with a couple of shots. 

You tipped the bartender, making sure he walked away before answering. 

“Pocket Pussy.” You stated. 

She was about to finish her own drink but choked when you said that, spitting it up.

“Oh shit!” You got on your tiptoes, grabbing a couple of napkins nearby and started to clean her up. 

That was bad timing on your part. 

“I’m so sorry!” You hurried, wanting to avoid confrontation. 

She then started laughing, letting you help her. 

“What the fuck!?” She said in between coughs. “Who calls you that!?!” 

“My neighbor.” You started to explain. “She’s a big time cat lady and has at least seven cats.” 

To be fair, this particular neighbor wasn’t difficult, or a bad neighbor. Sure, every once in awhile one of her cats would slip into your apartment but other than that she was cool. She honestly was kind of kooky while also elegant. She uses pet names for everyone, and for whatever reason, her pet name for you is ‘pocket pussy’. 

When she finally got back her bearings she slid one of the shots over to you. 

“What’s crazy is that even though she’s a cat lady, she’s not even old! I’m pretty sure she’s in her mid fifties.”

“Look, will you please shut up for a second and take this shot to chill the fuck out?” 

“Sure okay!” You then downed it, taking a few seconds to breathe. “Do I seem chill now?” 

She took her shot, rolling her eyes at you before swallowing. 

“Sure.” 

That’s when you heard someone yell your name. You glanced around, wondering if it was one of the girls or if you were just hearing things. But when you heard it again you knew it wasn’t the alcohol getting to you. That’s when you saw a familiar face in the crowd. 

In all her glory, there she was wearing a royal green sparkly jumpsuit, silver platforms and curls for days. She was being followed around by a bunch of people, leading them up the stairs to the second level of the club. She called out your name again, giving you a miss congeniality wave, now drawing Vi’s attention. 

“Who the hell is that?” She grumbled, making eye contact with possibly the bartender and signalling him to come back over.

“Hello, my Pocket Pussy!” She called out with a smile. You awkwardly waved back at her. 

“My neighbor.” Not even trying to hide the cringe in your tone. 

“Your neigh-wait-you weren’t kidding?!” She looked back at where your neighbor was and then back to you. 

“You thought I was kidding!?” You shrieked in disbelief. 

“I thought you were trying to be cute and quirky.” She admitted with a shrug. 

“If I was trying to be cute and quirky I wouldn’t have told you that one of my nicknames is Pocket Pussy!” Your voice cracked. “I would have told you a less vulgar one, like ‘Toe Beans’....or ‘Loaf’.” 

She snorted, shaking her head as her eyes glanced up behind you. 

“What?” You turned your head, expecting to see the bartender but instead found the man of the hour….standing right behind you.

A little part of you shriveled up and died. How long had he been there? Also why was he so big? He was probably the biggest man you ever went after. How the fuck did you not hear him come up behind you?

“Making friends?” He asked the pit fighter next to you. 

“Yeah, right.” She got off her chair, patting you roughly on the shoulder almost making you keel over. “Good luck.” She made her way onto the dancefloor, leaving you alone with him. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

“Hi!” You nervously began, mind racing, heart pounding. He casually nodded at you, taking a sip from the drink in his hand before setting it back down. 

“She’s real sweet.” You gestured to where Vi had been. 

“Sweet?” He raised a brow, eyes looking over you. 

“Okay,” You sighed, “Not exactly sweet, but she is nice for helping me out.” You admitted, fully taking him in. “Got a name, big guy?” You smiled up at him, batting your eyes.

He smiled back at you, so bright you almost averted your eyes in shyness. The warmth radiating off of him was crazy, shining on you like a beacon of hope and safety. You didn’t feel so cold anymore. 

After introductions the two of you started to talk. 

You had learned that he was from Bilgewater, basically grew up on the water and had eventually made his way over to Zaun. He made sure to ask about you, not wanting to go on and on about himself. Not once did he make you think he wasn’t paying attention and he had no problem asking for clarification if there was something he wasn’t sure about. 

As the two of you talked you noticed how good his eye contact was. How his eyes looked at you and was watching your body language, almost like he was trained to do so. It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable though. If anything, it kind of comforted you in a way. He was actually listening to you, engaging in conversation, not trying to talk over you, and wasn’t staring at your titties. The bar of expectations was literally in hell.  

“Take a shot with me!” You suggested, looking for the bartender, who was currently tending to someone else. 

Loris leaned into you, “I got it.” Gently patting your hand. When the bartender came he ordered for the two of you. “And a water for her.” 

“Oh?” You smirked up at him. “Such a gentleman.”

“You’re a lightweight honey, you need to stay hydrated.” 

You playfully gasped.

“I am not a lightweight!” He raised an eyebrow, not saying anything. “Okay! Maybe I am but I did eat a whole meal before coming here!” You said defensively. 

“Still need to drink water in between drinks.” 

“He’s right.” The bartender slid the drinks over. “Also makes my job a little easier.” 

“Then I’ll make sure to drink my water…..after I take this shot.” You got on your tiptoes, reaching for your shot and water, pulling it towards you. 

“Cheers!” You clinked your glasses together, some of the whiskey leaking from the sides since it was filled to the brim. You watched as he downed it like water. As you were trying to catch up with him someone backed into you, causing you to spill some of it on you. 

“Hey, watch it!” Loris called out to whoever bumped into you as he protectively wrapped an arm around you. 

It was running off your chin, passed your neck and down your chest. 

Getting on your tiptoes again you reached for a napkin, feeling the liquid slip under your top, into your cleavage. You felt his eyes on you, watching you clean yourself up. You would be lying if you said you didn’t purposely put on a show, pulling down your top, revealing just a little more skin as you dabbed yourself dry. 

Because he was so big his arm easily went around you, his hand, his huge fucking hand, comfortably on the bar, gripping the edge. He asked you if you were okay, eyes still watching you. 

“It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy.” You giggled, still dabbing.

“I’ll try to remember that.” He replied, arm still around you. 

“You should.” You crumpled up the napkin, tossing it on the bar as you looked up at him. “It might be useful later.” You winked with an innocent smile.

The second those words left your mouth you felt so powerful, holy shit. 

His wide eyes and slack jaw quickly changed to a smirk. His hand let go of the edge, slowly sliding its way up your arm. His gentle touch warmed you up as he very slowly dragged his hand across the middle of your back, through your hair. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned on the bar. 

Gods, you wanted, needed him to touch you again. 

“Drink your water.” 

-

“Let’s go dance!” You tugged on his arm. 

“You go on, I’ll watch your water.” He gestured to your glass. 

You grabbed your cup, finishing it before slamming it back down. “Now come on!” You grabbed his forearm, ready to pull.

“Now who’s gonna watch my drink?” He joked with a chuckle. 

Not wanting to push him and also saving yourself from any possible ‘icks’, since he may be a horrible dancer,  you gave in. 

“Fine! Stay here then. But I need a kiss for good luck!” You got on your tiptoes, tapping on your cheek as you presented it for him. 

He chuckled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the apple of your cheek. Your heart picked up as your face felt warm. He actually did it. 

“Don’t go anywhere!” You called out to him before making your way over to Toni. 

“Toni!!!” You squealed as you made your way towards her. 

“I’ve been watching! You’re doing the thing, babe!” She squealed, the two of you grabbed each other's  hands and started dancing. 

“After this song, let's go to the restroom! I gotta break the seal.” She mentioned.

As the two of you continued to dance to the song a few guys started making their way towards you both, dancing and smirking. As they inched closer both you and Toni gave each other the ‘look’. Ew, no. Let’s move somewhere else. 

The two of you moved away, trying to be casual about it but one of them made his way behind you. Toni quickly spun you away, ignoring him as he tried to talk. But he just all together stopped dancing and leaned in to say something to you, asking what to call you. You shook your head, telling him ‘no thank you’ and pulled Toni to the restroom since he ruined the song. 

You waved at Loris, mouthing ‘restroom’ as you linked arms with Toni. He gave you a nod as he watched the two of you walk inside. 

“That pissed me off.” Toni admitted, the two of you headed toward the stalls. 

She made her way inside one while you held the door closed as she did her business. 

“What did he even say?” She asked. 

“I don’t even know, I think he was asking for my name.” You rolled your eyes. 

“He clearly saw us moving away-him and his friends! And he still tried.” The toilet flushed. 

You then switched places with her, needing to relieve yourself too. 

“I know! Men can be the worst sometimes.” You complained. 

“Speaking of men, how’s that big strong man you’ve been chit chatting with?” 

“Oh! He’s sooo easy to talk to!” You finished up, the two of you walking to the sinks. 

She started to take off a couple of her ‘cheap’ rings as she beckoned for you to continue. “What’s his name? And easy to talk to, huh?” 

“His name is Loris. And yes! He actually listens to what I’m saying and knows how to keep the conversation flowing!” You gushed, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling as you both washed your hands. 

“He’s really sweet too! He made me drink water before getting back out on the dance floor.” 

“Awww, that’s cute! So whatchu thinking? You two leaving together???” She fixed and pinched her false lashes. 

“We may…” You couldn’t stop smiling. 

A girl passing by tapped you on the shoulder, “Hey cutie! Can you tell that I’m wearing a pad?” She asked before turning around to let you look. Not an outline in sight.

No! You’re good.” You reassured her. 

“Perfect. Thanks sweetie!” She went on her way. 

“Well, let me know if and when you think you’re gonna head out.” The two of you walked out, eyeing the bar. You saw Vi had returned, talking to Loris. 

“Oh, hey, that’s the pitfight-” 

“Shit, I forgot my rings!” Toni blurted. “Be back in like two seconds!” You giggled as she ran back inside. 

You were about to go back in to follow when someone suddenly grabbed your arm. 

“Hey, I never got that name, hot stuff.” You turned and saw the guy from earlier, holding your arm. The fucking audacity. 

“No, thank you!” You pulled your arm back. 

“Well, can I buy you and your friend a drink?” His friends were off to the side, creepily watching with gross smiles. 

“No! Bye!” Your frustration started to turn into anger. Why couldn’t he just fuck off?

Wanting to just get away you turned, about to run in the restroom when he grabbed your arm again. He scratches you with his nails, getting some of your hair caught in his hold. The anger you had then turned into panic as you looked back at him. 

“Hey! Why don’t-” He didn’t have time to finish, Loris grabbed his wrist, making him let go of you with a shriek. 

You hugged your arm to your chest, heart racing, processing that he let go and Loris was there. 

“She said no.” Loris growled down at him, his grip visibly tightening. 

The color in whatever the fuck his name’s face paled, he glanced over to where his friends were but they pretended to be looking somewhere else. His eyes then glanced over at you, brows furrowing. 

“Don’t look at her!” He lifted his arm up, pulling him up to his tiptoes. “Look at me!” You could see the tendons in Loris’ neck start to flex. 

“Found them!” Toni came back, stopping when she realized something was going on. “Wha…?” She breathed out. 

Loris stared down at the guy, who looked like he was about to piss himself, before finally letting him go with a shove. The loser turned red, quickly making his way back to his friends who were trying to leave the scene.

“Wh-what happened!?” Toni hugged you, eyeing your arm. 

“Nothing, I’m okay!” You quickly reassured her with a shaky voice, trying your best to smile. She could tell that you were freaked out so she had Loris walk with the two of you back to the bar. 

“Fucking creep.” She cursed with the shake of her head. 

Loris pulled out a chair for you, right next to Vi, asking the bartender for some water. Toni helped you up since the chair was a little high and suddenly gasped. 

“You’re swelling up!” Alerting everyone else. 

Sure enough, thanks to your sensitive skin, the scratches were welling up quickly. When you tried to cover it up your skin burned.

“I’m fine!” Embarrassment laced in your words.. 

“Here, let me see.” Vi calmly offered next to Toni. 

You could feel Loris staring at you the entire time as Vi and Toni looked over your arm. When the bartender came back with the water you heard Loris ask for some ice. 

“You guys, I’m okay!” You tried to reassure everyone. “Relax! Someone please get me a shot.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. 

You noticed Vi looking up at Loris, the two of them staring at one another, having a silent conversation. Vi then leaned over the bar, speaking to the bartender, not letting you hear what they were saying. 

‘Do you want to go home?’ Toni signed to you. You quickly shook your head, signing back ‘I’m good, don’t worry’. She didn’t seem convinced, eyeing up at Loris who had his hands protectively on the back of your chair. 

“If you want to leave I can walk you both home.” He gently offered. 

You then sat up straight, putting on your serious face. 

“I came here to drink, dance, and have fun.” You huffed. “And I don’t plan on letting some asshole ruin that for me!” The bartender came back, sliding over waters and ice. 

“Be back.” Vi quickly left, making Loris do a double take. 

“Hold on, honey.” He gently tapped your chair before going after Vi.  

“What’s going on?” Toni asked as you both watched them disappear into the crowd.

“Company policy.” The bartender replied, handing you some ice wrapped in a cold rag. “Anything else? It’s on the house.” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice. 

“A shot of whiskey please!” You ordered. 

“Make that two, please!” Toni added. 

-

“Okay, but that was hot.” Toni admitted as you both waited for Vi and Loris to come back.

“See! I told you he’s sweet.” You beamed.

Her smile faded, brows pinched together with worry as she placed her hand over yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Her eyes watched as you held the rag on your arm. 

That’s when the shots came in. Perfect timing.

“Yes! Now shut up and drink with me!” You handed her the glass before clinking it together. 

“Cheers, babe!” She shouted before downing it. 

You mirrored her, wanting to keep the fun going. 

“We should have gotten a chaser!” She stuck out her tongue, cringing. 

Loris and Vi appeared in the crowd again, heading towards the two of you. 

“What do you think they did?” She leaned into you. 

Your eyes quickly went over the two of them, both seemed to be fine, not scuffed up, no blood on either of them. Although the look on Loris’ face told you he was still upset. 

“I’d rather not.” You admitted as they returned. 

“How’s your arm?” Vi asked, signalling the bartender to fill up her empty cup. 

You reached for Loris, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned into him. You still felt icky about the whole thing so you needed some sort of security blanket to calm your nerves. So of course you grabbed Loris. His hand held your shoulder, thumb rubbing into your skin, not shying away or embarrassed to comfort you. 

“Can’t even feel it.” That was a lie, it felt spicy still, but you weren’t a baby. 

“Oh, this is Toni!” You started introductions. “Toni this is Loris and Vi.” 

“One hell of a way to meet someone.” Toni joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

Someone shouted for Toni, stealing away her attention. The people she was dancing with earlier beckoned for her to return to the dance floor. 

Before she could even tell them ‘no’ you cut her off. 

“Toni, go dance!” You encouraged her. 

“But, what about-”

“I’m literally fine!” You reassured her with a smile. 

You knew she would be unsure but you were fine. You signed ‘go dance’ while gesturing to the crowd of people. 

She then looked up at Loris. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“You have my word.” He promised, gently squeezing your upper arm and your heart.

“I’ll be back after a few songs! Don’t go to the restroom without me!” She called out, rushing back to dance. 

“Wouldn’t you rather go out there and join her?” He asked, thumb still rubbing into your skin.

“Nah, I’d rather stay here with you.” You beamed up at him. 

“You guys are gonna make me puke.” Vi groaned, swishing her drink with irritation before taking a swig. 

“Sorry!” You blurted out to her. “But also,” You glanced up at him before looking back at her, “You knew what I was about.” 

She pointed at you, about to say something but then folded her finger back into her hand, head nodding and then shaking with irritation. 

“Fine. Still gross.” She grumbled, taking a swig of her drink. “Just know that the first time I met this guy he was asleep on the side of the road.” 

“Huh?” You cocked your head in confusion as he pulled you closer, tighter, against him. 

“Kidding!” She quickly added. “Just giving you a hard time, Loris.” 

He signaled for the bartender, ordering water for her. 

“Loosen up! You got the girl, right?….” She stopped, chugging the rest of her drink. 

Ignoring her comment he leaned down into your ear, “You okay?” 

You looked up, nodding your head while smiling to reassure him. 

“I’m okay! Everything’s okay!” You said a little too eagerly. 

You could tell on his face that he didn’t really believe you, but he didn’t push it. 

-

After some playful flirting and lots of chatting, a body came flying toward you, arms wrapping around you into a crushing embrace. 

“BAAAAAAAAAABE!” Toni shouted over the music.

“Guess what!” She pulled back, grinning ear to ear. 

“What?” You giggled as she began to sway you to the music. 

“Ulu just got us an invite to the second level!”

“She what!?” You weren’t sure if she was kidding or not. 

“Your friends here can join in but we gotta go!” She offered, giving them both a smile. 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Yes! Now come on, I’ll be waiting for you by the stairs.” She then took off. 

“You guys wanna come?” You asked the two of them.

“I’ll pass.” Vi started gruffly. “Second level is loaded with other pit fighters and I’m not in the mood to hang around a bunch of sore losers.” 

Damn. 

“What about you?” You asked Loris. 

His eyes then went over to Vi. The two of them stared at each other, having another silent conversation. 

“Vi.” He stated. 

“Don’t.” She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “I’m not going up there.” 

“That’s not what I was going to say.” 

“I won’t cause any trouble!” She grumbled, before she started chugging her drink. 

You didn’t know Vi well enough but you figured she had a history of stirring up trouble in public places. Especially with the way she was downing whatever was in her cup. 

“Go have fun.” Her tone sounded bitter. 

The bartender came over, checking in, giving Loris the chance to pay for all the drinks the two of you ordered. 

“You sure you won’t come?” You offered her one last time. 

“I’m fine. Go.” She waved you off. 

A little bummed out but you didn’t want to nag her. She clearly made up her mind and you weren’t gonna change it. You quickly gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you for your help, pretty!” You thanked her, genuinely meaning it.

“Whatever.” She brushed off, cheeks blushing. “Fuck off.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up at Loris. “Come on, big guy.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your fun.”

“You won’t! Besides, I’m not letting you get away that easily.” You hugged his arm, batting your lashes with an innocent smile. “Pleeeease!”

He smiled. 

“Alright, but you still need to drink water.” He gave in. “Any other requests?” He offered.

An idea popped into your head. 

“Yes! You have to hold onto this for me, okay?” 

You put your hand in your pocket, pretending to feel around before pulling it out closed in a fist. 

“Here, hold this and don’t let go of it.” You offered your hand to him. 

He stuck his hand out, palm up, waiting for you to drop whatever you were holding. You couldn’t help but smile, placing your hand in his, lacing your fingers in between his with a giggle. Deep from his diaphragm a laugh rumbled through him as he realized your trick.

You hopped off the chair, giggling, proud of yourself.

“Oh my fucking gods-GO you two!” Vi groaned in irritation. 

The two of you were laughing, squeezing between the crowds of people, holding hands, heading towards the stairs and meeting up with Toni. 

-

The second level was no joke. The ground level was fun. There were strobe lights, glow and the dark paint splatters along the walls and floor, tables and chairs, the bar, and standard club bathroom with writing all over the walls of people’s plugs, signatures, and genitalia doodles. 

But the second level?

Well lit, three bars, shiny clean decors along the floors and walls, it was simply better. The dance floor was smaller but it was on polished tile that was basically reflective. Just the idea of going to the restroom was kind of exciting since you figured it would be much cleaner. Hell, it even smelled better on the second level. This was indeed a treat compared to some other places you had gone to before. 

You wondered what exactly Ulu did, or more like who did she talk to, to be able to get herself invited up top along with the rest of the girls.

A flash of sparkly green pulled your attention from across the room. She gave you a cheshire like smile, holding up a glass as she winked at you. Even with plenty of people around her she always knew how to make you feel important and seen. That’s when it dawned on you. 

You giggled, blowing her a kiss. 

“Who’s that?” Loris asked. 

“My neighbor.”

Her eyes went over you then to the man you were clinging on. She gave you a nod of approval, mouthing the words ‘have fun’ with a grin. You replied back with a ‘thank you’, before turning away. 

Your eyes then found your girlies, which, both of them were preoccupied at the moment. Ulu was all over a ‘muscle mommy’, most likely a pitfighter and another person who got her an invite up top. Meanwhile Jana was sitting at a booth, a few people surrounding her as she talked up a story of some sort, all of their attention on her. 

You pulled on Loris, telling him about your besties and giving him mini descriptions that way he wasn’t left in the dark. 

“Did I interrupt ‘girl night’?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No! You didn’t interrupt anything! If anything you were a part of the plan.” You explained. 

“You planned for me?” 

“Well-” Someone accidentally shoulder checked you.

“Oh, pardon me!” They apologized before going on their way.

Loris then looked over you, his eyebrows furrowed as he spun you around for him.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled in confusion. 

“I’m looking for the sign on you that says ‘I want everyone around me to test my boundaries.’” He stated, making you full on laugh at how serious he sounded.

“Accidents happen!” You pulled him with you to one of the three bars, feeling the buzz die down. 

At the bar there were several people that were wearing designer stuff. They even were wearing real jewelry, making you feel a little underdressed in your outfit. Damn, even the people that surrounded you were simply in another tax bracket. 

But of course, Vi was right. There were lots of rough and tough athletic folks hanging around. Many of them were hanging around the bar.

“What do you want? I’m buying.” You offered Loris with a smile. 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

Folding your free arm over the bar you leaned against it, still holding his hand. 

“I know, I want to.” You replied. 

-

Jana made her way over to you as you had just received your drinks. 

“Hey, how have things been going?” She nudged you with her hip. 

Toni probably didn’t tell her or Ulu what had happened, so you wouldn’t either. 

“What do you think?” You gave Loris his drink, smiling so hard as her jaw dropped. 

“You mean to tell me you FINALLY went after your type?” She smiled, introducing herself to Loris as she shook his hand. 

“Mhm.” You winced as you mixed your fruity drink. 

“Type?” He echoed, eyeing you with a smile. 

“Yeah, the kind that she’s too scared to go aft-”

“Hey! Jana! Why don’t you grab Ulu and Toni for a quick dance!?” You quickly intervened. 

She smirked at you with a shake of her head before she went to go grab the girls. 

“Maybe there is a sign on me.” You mumbled, sipping your drink through the straw. 

“Your friends seem to care a lot about you.” He reassured you. “You got a lot of those?” 

“Friends? Fuck no. These girls are my LIFE.” You explained. “I would not still be here without them.” 

“Then know they mean well.” 

You couldn’t help but stare at him, with irritation but also admiration since he was right. He was right but you were allowed to be annoyed with your friends. 

Jana, Ulu, and Toni rushed over, pulling you to the dance floor as you gave Loris your drink. 

“Be back!” You told him. 

-

After lots of dancing you made your way back to Loris who had situated himself in a booth. He handed you your drink as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, stirring your mixed drink with the straw. He wrapped his arm around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t slip off since your feet were dangling. 

“Here, try some.” You offered it to him. 

He took it, drinking directly from the cup, grimacing. “That’s really sweet.” He gave it back to you. 

“Don’t like sweet stuff?” 

“Just you.” He replied, not missing a beat, pinching your chin.

You smiled, feeling giggly and pretty. 

“Keep talking like that and you're gonna get kissed.” You warned playfully. 

“Is that a promise?” He chuckled, eyes still on you as he leaned back into the booth. 

“It is.” Your hand finding his chest, making its way up to his face. 

“Then you’re the sweetest.” His knuckles grazing your cheek. “Too sweet to be here.” He swallowed, eyes looking you up and down. 

“Be careful.” He warned.

“Me?” You questioned, slowly leaning in. 

“Mhm, I’ve got more of a bitterness to me.” He explained as you placed your drink on the table, reaching up and brushing back some of his hair.

“I’d beg to differ, you’ve been VERY sweet to me the whole night.” You smirked, inching closer. 

He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, his pupils were getting bigger. 

“Only for you.” 

Gods, the chokehold this man had on you. 

“Well, lucky for you, I only like my drinks sweet. But when it comes to men…?” You leaned further in, mouths just an inch apart, you could feel his breath on you. “Let’s just say I prefer them to be savory……especially when they’re willing to come to my aid.”

He leaned in, finally kissing you. His lips were just as soft as his kiss, surprising you. It was comforting. Almost like a reassurance that all the shit you endured was worth it. 

He pulled away but wrapped his hand around the base of your neck, snaking its way up to cup the back of your head. This allowed you to rest your forehead against his with shaky breaths. There was a quick peck or two before one of ‘your songs’ came on. Reminding you that you were still in public. 

Ulu called your name, shouting that your song was on, making you and Loris laugh, pulling away. She was giggling as her and her girl were comparing their hand sizes, being all cute together. 

“Want to go dance?” You asked him since your song was playing.

“You go, I’ll watch.” 

You scrunch your nose at him. “Then I’ll dance right here.” 

You slipped off his lap, grounding yourself in between his legs as you grabbed your fruity drink. You leaned a little forward, making sure to move your hips and ass to the beat of the song, to give him a show. 

He had one hand on your waist while the other was cradling your free hand, keeping you steady as you danced to the beat. You definitely had his attention because you could practically feel his eyes burn a hole into you. Feeling good you continued to sip your drink as you danced.

Feeling brave, with liquid courage of course, you backed up into him, leaned forward with a grip on his knee and started to grind onto his lap. You felt him stiffen up, his hold on your waist tighten as you worked. With your free hand you guided his hand just below your titty, making sure it pressed snuggly against you. 

Peering over your shoulder as you moved against him you saw what a mess he was. His jaw was clenched, nostrils slightly flared, taking deep breaths as he stared at your body, his eyes engulfing you and you hypnotized him. 

Maybe it was the music, maybe it was tension, maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was the way his hands were caressing your skin, maybe it was scenery, or maybe it was everything but you felt like the hottest woman in the world. Especially with the way he was looking at you. You might as well have been. 

“Enjoying the show?” You winked at him. 

“Drink your water.” He insisted, snapping back to reality, taking whatever was leftover of your mixed drink and handing you your water. 

Your song ended, and there was nothing else to do except sit back on his lap and drink your water like he had told you to. 

“Yes sir.” You sighed with the roll of your eyes.

His eyes widened as he threw back the rest of your mixed drink, meeting your gaze as you drank your water. 

“Hey, hi, nice to meet you. I gotta pee!” Ulu rushed out as she came over, grabbing your hand and pulling you off his lap. “Toni, I'm taking her!” Ulu shouted, saving her from any future panic.

Quickly putting your water down, you let Ulu guide you to the restroom, eyes still on Loris. There was a stir in your lower stomach. 

-

You folded her skirt over your arm as you leaned against the stall door, not having to keep it closed since it did have a functional lock, but there for emotional support. The restroom was indeed fancy and it did smell amazing. What an upgrade. 

“Loris, the guy I’m with, he’s friends with Vi.” You said over your shoulder, through the crack of the stall. 

“Yeah! I heard through the grapevine that she’s ‘emotionally unstable and unavailable’.”

“That just sounds like your type.” You admitted with a scoff.

Ulu had a history of getting with girls that were…..hard to get, and once she got them they didn’t want to commit. 

“That’s what I said!” She flushed the toilet, hand popping out from under the stall, wanting her skirt. You gave it back to her with a chuckle.

“But no, she really isn’t looking for anything so I won’t bother. Besides,” She opened the stall, switching with you. “Lelani over there is lovely!” 

You got to business as she started tapping along the stall wall, humming happily. 

“Loris cannot keep his eyes off of you!” She sang, you could practically hear her smile. 

“You think so?” You finished your business with a flush.

“Absolutely!” You opened the stall, meeting Ulu’s gaze. “Not like he’s undressing you with his eyes, but more like he’s admiring you.” 

The two of you went over to the sinks, washing your hands and refreshing your appearances. 

“Admiring me like…I’m a work of art?” You chuckled. 

“Like you’re the artist.” 

Damn. 

“Oh.” Was all you could say.

“Exactly. So don’t think too much about it. Just enjoy it!” She encouraged. 

-

After the bathroom break you were soon back in Loris’ lap.

“Missed me?” You smiled up at him. 

He mirrored your smile as he looked at you. He reached down, gently holding your jaw as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip with his other hand on your back for support. He nodded with a hum before pulling you in for a kiss. 

As he leaned back into the booth you moved, climbing further up his lap, sliding your hands over his solid chest. His hand stayed on your back, while yours cradled his face, fingers brushing over his facial hair. Your lips met over and over again. Gentle. Always gentle, but at this point you wanted more than that. 

“Do you wanna get going?” You asked in between kisses. The sensation you were getting in your stomach and in between your legs was practically begging you to leave.

He let out a breathy laugh through his crooked smile, giving you a couple more kisses before he helped you off his lap.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He responded. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I just want to let my girlfriends know.” 

Luckily they were at one of the bars, laughing about something as you rushed over to them. 

“Well, well, well.” Toni smirked. “Look who decided to pull herself off her big tough man.” She teased. 

“You two have been attached at the hip!” Jana added. “You about to head out?” 

You nodded, your smile almost splitting your face. 

“Ooooooooh!” They synced in excitement. 

Ulu pulled you into a bone crushing hug. 

“Be smart! Don’t do anything I would.” She laughed.

You then went to Jana, she held your face in her hands, blotting your t-zone with a napkin before pulling you into a hug. 

“Stay hydrated, okay?” You nodded your head, the two of you kissed each other’s cheeks. 

Toni then held your hands. 

“Remember to keep your bracelet on, okay? If anything feels wrong or weird just switch it to SOS. Got it, babe?” She held your gaze, making sure you were listening. 

“Yes ma’am.” You replied as the two of you hugged, swaying to the music. 

As you pulled away you couldn’t help but smile. 

“You guys have fun and be safe too! I love you all!” You waved at them. 

They hyped you up as you walked back over to Loris, giggling over their support. 

-

The two of you walked down the stairs, heading to the nearest exit. 

“Do you wanna say bye to Vi?” You asked him, eyeing her. 

She was still at the bar, still sitting by herself, but no longer drinking.

He stared at her, not saying anything but his face told you enough. Vi was clearly going through something but you didn’t want to intrude. You just hoped that she would get better with time. 

"You think she's gonna be okay?" You craned your head, clinging to his firm forearm against your chest.

"She didn't feel like drinking herself stupid tonight. Besides, I pity the one who decides to pick a fight with her." He admitted with a shake of his head, still looking back at her.

He looked …..concerned, but there was something else there, something much more....heavy. You looked down at your connected limbs. Maybe he wasn't ready.

"If you'd rather stay, I can respect that." You offered, about to let go of him.

"No," He lifted your chin and your gaze back up to him. "She's fine. I'm not her escort."

His reassurance gave you a boost, teasing the sensation in between your legs.

"Then can you be mine tonight?" You bit your lip as you tugged him down, getting on your tiptoes.

He chuckled with a smirk before bending down and planting a couple of kisses on your lips. The smell of whiskey on his breath further exciting you. He rose to his towering stature and wrapped his arm over your shoulders before pulling you along, leaving the club.

You heard your name being called out from the second level, grabbing your attention. The girls were waving bye to you over the railing. You gave one more look back to them before sending them air kisses and waves.

‘Get that dick, babe!’ Toni signed with a grin.

You laughed before turning away.

-

The walk to his place wasn’t long, but it wasn’t as quick as you would have liked. 

"Hmm, I can't tell if this is a new place or if you hardly live here." You teased him.

"Both." He admitted, leading you into the kitchenette.

"A busy man?" You hopped up on the counter, watching him get you some water.

"You could say that." He handed you a glass. "What about you? You live a busy life?"

You drank the entire glass before answering.

"Have to, gotta keep up with the times." You placed the glass down, scooting it away as you reached for him.

His eyes then went to your arm, eyebrows furrowing and a frown forming. The scratches were still visible but the swelling went down. 

“He better hope I never run into him.” His tone low and deep. “If I see him again I’m gonna rip his arm off.” His hand gently cradled your arm, thumb lightly running over the scratches. 

Trying to move on you pulled him closer to you, allowing him to cage you in as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He leaned down, kissing your temple before dragging his lips down, scraping you with his facial hair. “I’m sorry, honey. I should have been paying attention and got to you faster.” He apologized.

You hugged him, exhaling. “You got to me in time.” You reassured him. “Thank you for that.” 

In all honesty you didn’t know what you were gonna do if he hadn’t intervened. 

It wasn’t like you were in an alley, out on the sidewalk on your way home because you always carried something on you. But you were in a nightclub where no weapons were permitted inside. Getting kicked out or possibly banned for flipping out on a guy didn’t help either. 

The two of you stayed like that for a minute. Hugging, processing. He then tucked some of your hair behind your ear, whispering "What was it you were looking for tonight?"

Before you could even answer he pressed his lips behind your ear, at the start of your neck.

"So-some fun." You tried to get out.

He dragged his lips lower, humming for you to go on.

"Needing sah-some relief." You added.

He started to suck. You sighed, closing your eyes. 

"Hoping to meet a guy who'll let me finish." You shakily admitted.

He stopped, "That hard to come by?"

"Ye-yeah." You opened your eyes, mind clearing up as you realized what you had just said. 

He didn't respond. 

Embarrassment started to take over, making you wonder if you should have said something else. Maybe something less personal. Was that too personal? Maybe too honest? A little too real?

He then pulled you onto him, hands supporting your thighs as he hoisted you up, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you off with ease.

He took you into his bedroom, turning on the light before setting you down in the middle of his bed with a flop. He caged you in again, hovering over you with his eyes dead set on you.

"Let's fix that." He said gruffly, leaning down and kissing you again.

As the two of you pulled away, you tried to focus. 

“Before we start, are you clean?” You knew that you were technically supposed to ask that earlier but better late than never.

“Yeah, I got checked recently. You?”

You nodded your head in agreement. 

“Do you want me to grab some condoms?” 

“No, it’s okay. I’ve got the implant.” You then guided his hand to your arm, feeling for the ridge on your inner bicep.

“Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know, alright?” 

You quickly agreed, laying down, you reached up and held his strong jawline. You pulled him in, nibbling on his bottom lip, hoping he would go a little more rough.

He then pulled away.

"Let's have a safe word, okay?" You dumbly nodded your head, mind very fuzzy as his hand slid up your thigh. "You with me?" He asked.

"Sorry! Yeah, let's have a safe word." You agreed, feeling silly.

"What do you want it to be, honey?" His voice gruff with want. 

"Oh uh,” Your mind started racing, “ How about 'halt'?"

"Halt?" He repeated.

"Yeah, that's something I usually wouldn't say. Especially now." You explained with haste. "Sound good?" 

"Hm, yeah. It sounds good." He agreed.

"Good." You then pulled him back against your lips, making him chuckle.

He pressed further into you, both his mouth and his lower half. The stir that was in between your legs was forming into an ache. A deep ache. His large hand began to trail upward, to the top of your pants-why did you wear pants???

That's when the undressing started.

Shoes were quickly kicked off, allowing the two of you to move up the bed. You reached down to the bottom of his white button-up and started to pull it up, needing to feel his skin. He whispered a quick 'hold on' in between kisses before pulling it off. Your eyes and hands wandered over his toned middle, tracing his happy trail down to his belt buckle. Just as you were about to unfasten his belt, his large hand gently covered both of yours, stopping you.

"Before we get to that, there's something I have to take care of first." He then slid you up the bed, hands now unbuttoning your pants.

Your heart picked up as you quickly slipped your top off, tossing it aimlessly. He pulled off your pants with an ease that made you wonder if he was even nervous.

He lowered himself, his hands slowly finding themselves behind your knees, spreading them to make room for his large frame. His mouth then found your inner thigh. You leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, heart racing as you were processing everything with deep slow breaths.

You actually pulled it off. You're at his place, in his bedroom, on his bed, with his mouth making its way up your thigh.

One of his hands trailed up your stomach, his warm palm snaking past your breasts to your neck which found its way to your jaw, pulling your attention onto him.

"I want you to look at me, okay? Don't take your eyes away."

 You pulled his pillows behind you, sitting up on your elbows. 

"You want to show off?" You anxiously rasped.

"I want you to look at me while you fall apart."

He then lightly bit your inner thigh, forcing a squeal out of you. The bastard then smirked as he did it again, higher. Your hands gripped his sheets, watching him make his way up to your-

"How much do you care about this?" He asked, finger lightly tugging the side of your panties. 

"Not much." You replied.

He suddenly ripped it off, stealing your breath as the cool air hit your cunt. 

He flung the shreds of what were your undies off the bed before he continued his playful biting in the crevice of your thigh and pelvis. He slowly spread your lips with his thumbs, jolting your senses. He hovered over your cunt, his breath tickling you as he gave you a long slow lick. 

Fuck.

Your breathing picked up as he kept his mouth on you, tongue finding your clit that made your hips jerk. One of your hands slid down, combing your fingers through his hair, happily humming as he ate. 

His lips went back to your clit as he moved his fingers over the rest of your slick. He released your clit with a 'pop' as he looked up at you. 

"Tell me," He gave a couple of licks, "What made you want to talk to me?"

"You're asking me that, now?" You whined as he nibbled on your lips.

He hummed, waiting for you to answer.

"It was stuffy, but it was cold tonight." You started, he returned to your clit, finger slowly circling your hole. 

"I-I thought that the alcohol and dancing would ha-have me sweating, but I was still cold." The tip of his finger teased your entrance, making you slightly tighten in anticipation. 

"Ah…all the people I danced with were cold."

He then slipped his finger in, your fingers starting to grip his hair as you let out a shaky breath. 

"You caught m-my eye because you're so…so fucking hot, I just didn't eh-expect you to be so warm."

He curled his finger up, rubbing that spot that always had you curling your toes. 

"Talking to you, having your arm wrapped around me kept me warm. So warm." You slurred out.

He started to suck again, rubbing your spot as he moved his fingers in and out. 

You started to rock against him, making the wet grow, gods, you knew you were going to make a mess.

You couldn't help it, you closed your eyes as his pace picked up. The squelching started to get louder just like the squeaking of his bed frame. You could feel your slick dripping out. You were making a mess-he had you making a mess. 

“And….ha, you saved me from some asshole who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” You hurried. “I was scared and you came and saved me. How, how could I not be drawn to you?” You were almost out of breath.

You were getting close.

He stopped sucking but continued to finger you. "Tell me what you want." He gruffed.

You bit your lip, still rocking your hips to meet his movements.

He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. His lips and jaw were wet with your mess, and his breathing had become ragged.

"Tell. Me. What. You. Want." He repeated with authority.

Fuck. What woman wrote him because men like him only exist in fiction. 

"I want to cum." You answered.

"Tell me that I can." He licked your mess off his lips. "Tell me that I can make you cum." There was urgency, not just in his voice, but in your hips, his movements, in the air.

"Make me cum." You commanded. 

He held your gaze as he dove back down, adding another finger inside, making the stretch add more fuel to the fire.

"Ah!" You let out over the squelches, over the sound of his knuckles slapping against the meat of your ass as he roughly fingered you. 

Your grip on his hair tightened, just like your cunt did. His groans rumbled through your skin, and all that was left was for you to snap.

It washed over you just like whiskey. 

Your vision darkened for a few seconds, your knees shook as your lips quivered over his digits, heart raced in your chest and ears as you tried to catch your breath. Fuck. 

His eyes rolled back as he pulled out, pushing his hands behind your knees so he could drink all the wet you created. He wasn't quiet about it either, he slurped with ragged breaths, almost sounding desperate as he cleaned you.

“Oh fuck….” You gasped as he finished, letting go of your legs. 

You pulled him up to your mouth, savoring the taste of yourself along with how soft he kissed you. Even though you were still trying to catch your breath, you wanted to get back to business, especially since you wanted to see what he was packing.

Your hand trailed down his chest and back down to his belt buckle.

"Can I suck you off?" You asked in between kisses.

He hummed in approval, "After I make you come again." He replied.

"You can,” You sat up on your knees, grabbing his middle and pushing him down to where you were lying. You straddled him, finally unbuckling his belt with eager hands. “Later.” 

The bulge in his pants was quite obvious....and large. Cupping your hand over it, you wanted to see how big you were working with.... your heart nearly stopped when you realized your hand couldn't even hide his bulge.

"You alright?" He asked with a smug smirk.

"My....my eyes might be bigger than my stomach..." You swallowed. 

"Stomach?" He repeated. 

Unzipping his pants, you tugged them off with his help, watching his long thick member slap up against his tight stomach, revealing you meant what you said.

"Ye-yeah." You swallowed again. "That's exactly where you're gonna be."

He was indeed the biggest man you ever approached because there was nothing small about him.

Taking him in your hand, at least what you could fit in your hand, you could feel his pulse throbbing. Lowering yourself down onto your elbows, you slowly pulled back his skin, revealing his rosy-colored head. 

Slowly pumping him, a bead of wet appeared at the slit. You gave his head a playful lick, collecting the pearl of precum on your tongue. The slightly salty taste had you back for seconds, earning you some groans from the man before you.

You kissed him along his shaft, dragging your lips and tongue down as you cupped his balls, his brown hair that crowded around the base brushing against your hands. Stroking him, you made sure to keep eye contact with him just like he did with you. Batting your eyelashes, hoping that your eyeliner still looked good.

His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek just under your eye. His mouth was agape, eyes never leaving yours as his chest heaved up and down.

You placed kisses wherever you could, his base, inner hairy thighs, shaft, and then back up to his head. You started to take him in your mouth, hoping you could manage to fit him in without getting lockjaw. Sucking his head had him squirming, making you giggle. You swirl your tongue all around, making sure to focus on that little area just underneath.

His hand slid the back of your head, cupping you while tangling his fingers into your hair. You then took him further in before you started to bob, stroking him with one hand while you continued to massage his balls.

Watching him fall apart underneath you was getting to be too much, that deep ache returned. 

The greediness started to grow in your stomach, having you bring him further and further into your mouth and soon throat. You started to gag at the pressure, making the ache even more prominent. That saltiness returned. It almost made you want to let go of him to start playing with yourself, as the ache started to hurt.

You let up trying to catch your breath while strings of drool still connected the two of you. His eyes were still on yours and the look he was giving you felt purely carnal. 

This didn't stop your stroking, which you were now doing with both of your hands. The pulse was getting stronger now, along with the grip he had on the bed sheets. His jaw was clenched shut now, still breathing hard, with heavily lidded eyes. Your grip slightly tightened, earning a pleasing hiss.

Feeling gutsy, you asked the question that had been plaguing your mind. 

"What made you want to take me home?" You rasped. 

He struggled, swallowing as he carefully thought about his answer. 

“You made Vi laugh.” 

“I-what!?” You pulled away, blinking with confusion. 

He quickly sat up on his forearms, realizing what he just said. 

“I was watching the two of you for a little bit. I saw how you made her spit out her drink.” A small smile formed on his face. 

“She’s been going through…a lot and it’s getting harder and harder to help her.” His eyes were elsewhere, his face and member softened as he thought. 

“She’s got a good heart and a good head on her shoulders. And she’s strong. So strong, but everyone has a breaking point.” He sighed. “She didn’t deserve that. No one like her deserves that kind of heartbreak.”

He paused, still gathering his thoughts. Obviously there was a lot you didn’t know and there was probably a lot more you would never know, but right now you didn’t need all the answers. You just needed to listen.

“You’ve been the only person, other than me, to make her laugh.” He admitted. 

“She might seem rough around the edges, but I promise she’s someone that once you get to know, care about, she would do anything for you. She’s just that kind of person.” 

Another pause. 

“And those kinds of people deserve the best…they deserve the whole world.” He slowly shook his head. “I just wish she would see that.” 

He then looked back up at you. 

“So when you, this beautiful thing I had seen out on the dance floor, make your way over to Vi, making her laugh so hard that she spit out her drink…..it pulled me in.” 

You straightened up, folding your legs underneath you. 

“You’re lucky that you’re so handsome,” You started with a smirk. 

“Saying another woman’s name while in the middle of sex is usually a turn off and is a sign to leave, but….” His eyes were filled with worry, making you smile. “That was very sweet, what you said.” 

You scoffed, shaking your head. 

“Vi is very lucky to have someone like you in her life. Someone that actually cares.” That’s when you got that pang deep in your chest. That uncomfortable ache that you tried so very hard to work on. 

Jealousy. 

All the guys you messed around with, actually gave a shot, were nowhere near as emotionally intelligent as Loris. Or honest. You were convenient for them and so that’s just what you were. Convenience. The closest you got was ‘sweet’ or ‘nice’ or ‘pretty’. But that was it. 

You’d hope that maybe Loris saw something in you. Something other than just convenient. 

“You….alright?” He reached up, cupping your face. 

Nodding your head, you crawled your way up to him, face to face. 

“I’m gonna need you to shut up now, okay?” You reached your hands out, combing your fingers through his facial hair as you grabbed ahold of his face. “Can’t have my seat talking.” 

As sweet as that moment was, you needed him to focus back on you and the situation you two were in. 

He then quickly lied down while pulling you over his face, making you giggle from his sudden eagerness. His hands wrapped around your thighs as you adjusted your knees and feet snuggly in between him and the bed. Your hands planted against the mattress as you looked down at him. 

“If you need a break to breathe just tap me three times.” You instructed as you hovered over him. 

“Break? Honey, if I suffocate to death just know I did so happily.” He joked before pulling you down onto him. 

“OH!” You gasped as he picked up where he left off. 

His tongue dove itself into you, feeling around before going back to your clit. He went back to sucking it, making you whine with want. He then let go of your clit, eyes still on you. 

“Use me.” He muffled against you, the vibrations tickling you. 

Nodding dumbly you did so, grabbing a hold of his hair as you started to rock your hips, clit brushing his nose while he tongue pushed itself in. 

“No, no. Go back to sucking.” You instructed, doing your best to balance as you repositioned.

He did as was told. He sucked your clit, eyes now closed. 

“Now stick your fingers back-OH!” He was way ahead of you, sliding his hand back up and slipping a couple of his digits into you at your request. 

“Oh fuck!” You gasped as he played with your g-spot. 

Your vision was starting to blur as the pleasure started to build up again. The delicious feeling of this man eating you like his life depended on it was starting to be too much. The pressure was building up until it didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“OH!” You cried as you came. “Fuck!” 

You rocked against him, biting your lip as you rode the waves out, trying to recollect yourself as the stars in your eyes started to fade. He moaned, gathering everything you released and swallowing it with pride. 

You leaned forward, on your hands again, giving him room to breathe as you tried to remember your name. 

“You okay?” He asked from below. 

“Yeah, just catching my breath.” You answered with a lazy nod. 

“Good.”

After a few more seconds of coming back down you did just that, making your way back down to his lap as you lied against him. You found his mouth, kissing him while his hands ran up and down your body. 

The two of you kissed for a few minutes. 

“Let me look at you.” He whispered, holding your face in his hands. His eyes scanned over you, analyzing what felt like every inch of your face. 

There was something much more intimate about this, than him pleasuring you. It was hard to explain, but him looking at you, being naked with you and choosing to admire you as he held your face in his hands was raw, gentle, and almost…..loving. 

“You’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You pulled away, burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide as you smiled. You smiled so hard that your cheeks started to hurt as your heart raced. 

It had been a while since you felt special. 

“Don’t tease-” 

“I’m not.” He interjected without hesitation. “You are.” He then brought his hands up to your face again, “Please let me look at you.” 

You complied, not saying anything. His eyes went over you again, as if studying. 

“Regardless of what you think, you are the loveliest woman I’ve come across.” He admitted, a small smile forming. 

You just nodded your head, not saying anything. It felt like he was telling the truth and even if he wasn’t, if he was just trying to make you feel better about yourself, you would play pretend. That was something you had gotten good at, especially in situations like this. 

Leaning in you kissed him again before pushing yourself up and making your way back to his lap. 

You grabbed his cock, giving him a few pumps as your other hand cupped his balls. It got hard again, firming in your hand as it grew, precum leaking as you gave him a few playful licks. Making eye contact with him, motioning for him to scoot down as you straddled him. 

Balancing yourself with one hand on his chest, you reached down, lining him up with you. Letting go when his head found your entrance, you lowered yourself only for him to slip away. You scoffed, trying to reach back down, almost slipping off him with a little squeal. 

“Here.” He chuckled as he pulled you back on, grabbing himself and realigning his tip to your opening. 

“I can do it myself.” You huffed with a pout. 

He chuckled again, reaching up to hold your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip as his eyes went over your face. 

“I know you can, baby.” 

Slowly lowering yourself down with his help, he was able to push in. The stretch of his head made you squeeze your eyes shut, jaw drop open with a gasp. Even though you were still very wet it was still jarring. There was a warmness as you continued to make your way down, earning a hiss from the man underneath you. 

Once you bottomed out, you tried to catch your breath. 

“Gods.” You panted. 

His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over your skin as the two of you adjusted to the new sensation. 

“Don’t start moving just yet.” He admitted shakily. “It may be over before it starts.” He chuckled. 

You shook your head. “Don’t worry….I need a minute.” You agreed. 

After about a minute of the two of you still adjusting and processing, you were still in disbelief. 

“You’re….definitely…the biggest….” You didn’t have to finish, he was already laughing. Not chuckling, full on laughing. 

His eyes squinted as his downturned lips were fully up and pulled back by his smile. He looked beautiful. When he finally collected himself, you suddenly felt….shy? As if you hadn’t been fooling around with him the entire night. Like you didn’t pull the sweetest, biggest, handsomest man from the club and have him all over you. 

“Hey,” He squeezed your hips, grabbing your attention. “You still with me?” 

You then clenched around him, making him jolt from the sudden pressure. He blinked as his grip tightened on you, making you smirk. 

“Yeah,” You readjusted your legs around him. “Keep up, okay?” You smirked. 

His eyes darkened, that carnal look returning. He then swatted your bottom, earning him an airy gasp. 

If he wanted to play like that then who were you to deny him?

Lifting yourself about halfway you dropped yourself back down, feeling him get even harder. 

“Fuck….” He muttered with gritted teeth.

Leaning back on your hands you slowly started to rock your hips around while moving up and down, the girth of his dick rubbing all the good spots in you while the head kissed your cervix.

His hands moved up as you worked, finding your breasts and giving them a squeeze. 

This made you stop for a moment, pussy tightening at his touch as you bit your lip. This didn’t go unnoticed, of course he was going to find your weakness. He gave them another squeeze while rubbing his thumbs over your perked nipples. Your hips started going faster as a moan escaped you. 

He scoffed.

“Earlier, when you spilled some of your shot on you…” He continued to play with your nipples as you tried your best to keep your pace. 

“I wanted to clean it myself.” He admitted. 

This made you reach down and start rubbing your wet swollen clit. 

“I saw you looking down my top.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt another orgasm approaching. 

“You should have cleaned me….I would have let you!” You dropped down, he bottomed out again, earning a moan from you both. 

“You would have let me pull down your top, and lick it off in front of everyone?” He teased, tugging on your nipples. You nodded your head, rubbing harder, getting close. 

“I wanted you to touch me so bad.” You started to move faster, “I wanted you to….OH!” It washed over you, making your legs shake as you let out a high pitched moan. 

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted.

Suddenly sitting up, picking you up by under your arms, allowing the mess you just made to slip out. He held you up so he could suck on your nipples as the aftershocks washed over you. You cradled his head, fingers in his hair again as he tugged on your nipples with his teeth. 

“Fuck!” You whined, wanting more, squeezing on nothing. 

“If you keep making noises like that I’m gonna finish.” He gruffed as he covered your chest in bites and kisses.

“I want you to.” 

He stopped, eyes meeting yours as he slowly moved you back down. “You want me to cum?” 

“Yes,” You rasped, eyes not leaving his. “In me.” 

That carnal look returned but then shifted to something else. You didn’t know how to explain it but it stirred your stomach. He just kept still, staring at you with a clenched jaw.

“You want me to fill you up?” His voice was a little shaky at the end. 

“I want you to have your way with me.” You mewed as you reached down, realigning yourself before grabbing his balls and slowly massaging them. 

“Empty yourself in me. Show me how much you want me. Make an imprint in me so my body won’t forget you.” 

You’re not entirely sure where the confidence came from. You’ve never said anything like that to anyone before, but that’s how you felt. You wanted to be nasty. You wanted to be carnal.

“What’s our safeword?” Eyes dark and voice low. 

You blinked, trying to remember. 

“Uh, halt.” When it came to mind. 

“One more time.” He growled. 

You swallowed, a dark excitement tickling your stomach. 

“Halt.” You repeated more firmly.

His crooked smile made another appearance. “Try to remember that if it gets too much.” He slowly pushed himself in, making you gasp. “Cause I’m not stopping.” He bottomed out. “Even if I end up in your stomach.” 

He didn’t give you time to respond, he lifted you up and slammed you back down, making you eat your words. 

He lifted you up about halfway and then slammed you back down again, your vision blurring as your toes started to curl and mouth drop open. There was no air. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he did it again and again.

His pace started to quicken, getting harder as the squelching started getting louder. You clawed onto him as best as you could as he pounded into you, his hips slapping up against your ass, his thick pulsing cock rubbing against your g spot while slamming into your cervix.

You came undone again, stealing the breath from you as your eyes rolled back. 

“Loris!” You struggled out.

Holy fuck where had he been all your life? 

“Fucking hell…” He hissed with gritted teeth, his end approaching. 

Quickly coming back to reality you focused on him. Your mouth was soon on his thick neck, teeth sinking in as you sucked, hoping you would leave a mark there. You hoped you would see it tomorrow.

He grunted your name, hips starting to get sloppy, the wet you had made was getting everywhere, mixing in with his sweat and yours. The both of you making a bigger mess.

It was hard to think, the main thing on your mind was just ‘yes, yes, yes, please yes’. The hot coil in your lower stomach was tightening again, reminding you that you still needed him. He was practically in your stomach, mixing your guts, giving you everything you wanted. Everything you deserved.

You loved it. 

You knew he was just about to come. It was written over his face as he tried his best to hold on a little longer. You wouldn’t do that to him though, he deserved to finish. 

Leaning into his ear you whispered, “Let me have it. Give it to me.” 

“Gods!” He grunted, his trembling hips slowing down, as he finished. 

The warmness filled you, making you moan with satisfaction. 

That hot coil in you was still tightening up, getting ready for another release. You rocked your hips, tiredly rocking, still wanting more. One more. Just one last one. Please, gods. 

He sat up, pushing the back of your knees toward your chest as he pulled out, cock dripping wet, climbing over you before hooking your legs over his shoulders, sliding himself back in with a groan. 

“AH!” You cried out as he was now fucking you at a new angle. 

He was moving very sloppily, greedily. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed off the walls. 

One of his hands snaked down in between the two of you, squeezing his way to feel for your clit. The other hand grabbed your ankle, bringing it up to his lips, lightly kissing and then nibbling it as he worked. With each thrust he had you rambling nonsense. Getting closer and closer to the finish line. 

“Ohh FUCK!” You were hysterical, tears streaming from your eyes. 

“Almost there.” He grunted, fingers roughly rubbing your clit. 

“Please! Give it to me, baby!” You begged, earning some curses from him while he brought you to the end of the line. 

It washed over you, one last time, your hips were twitching, pussy quivering around him, vision fading  as you went limp. Pure fucking ecstasy. A few more thrusts and soon he was over the edge too. Filling you with more of his mess, overflowing and seeping from the sides. 

-

Gently letting your legs slide off his shoulders and down his arms he cradled your face, eyes looking over you with concern. 

“Are you alright? That wasn’t too much, was it?” He rasped, touching your heart again. 

“I’m okay.” You tiredly giggled. “It was perfect.” Reaching your hand up, you gently tugged on his single lock with a smile that he quickly mirrored. 

The two of you then looked down, staring at what still connected you both. He then slowly pulled out, a puff of air allowed everything that had been created to come spilling out onto his sheets. 

“Mmm, look at that.” He hummed, reaching down and gently spreading you open, making you moan since you were sensitive. His eyes met with yours again. 

“What was it you said earlier? ‘It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy’?” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, something like that.” You giggled. 

He leaned down to kiss your temple before pushing himself off the bed, heading off to the bathroom. 

“Hold tight, I’ll get you something.”

You heard the sink running so you took the time to push out any more air that may or may not have sounded like a fart. Trying to save yourself from any potential embarrassment. Sitting up on your elbows, you gazed down at the aftermath. 

Sure enough there was a sticky mess that was painted all over the inside of your thighs and a stained patch underneath your butt. It glistened, making you feel satisfied….and also proud. You were, in fact, the artist. 

He came back with a washcloth, walking over to you.

He propped his knee up, leaning over as he widened the spread of your legs. You shivered, the ghost of an ache flashed but when he brought the damp cloth down to your most private area it quickly went away. A whimper slipped out, as he applied gentle pressure as he cleaned you up. 

His eyes met yours, an apology already forming. 

“I’m okay!” You reassured him with a breathy laugh. “Just sensitive.” 

He leaned in, cupping the side of your face and gave you a couple of soft kisses. He continued to wipe you down as best as he could. Not allowing you to help him because he insisted that the mess was ‘his fault’ so he would clean it. You weren’t gonna argue with him. 

“I’ll get you some water, okay?” He whispered as he finished up. 

You couldn’t help but scoff, a grin on your face. 

“You and your water.” You teased playfully. 

He left the bedroom, busying himself in his kitchenette to get you some more water. 

After he came back and rehydrated you, you handed him the empty glass. 

“Thank you. Now it’s my turn to go get cleaned up. Properly.” You clarified, sitting yourself up as he placed the glass on the nightstand. 

“You got it?”

“Yeah,” You stiffly stretched your legs. “The bathroom is literally right there.” You scoffed.

When you went to stand up, there was nothing to stand up on, at least, that’s what your body thought. Your dumbass fell, catching yourself just barely on your hands and knees, laughter radiating from you. 

“Are you alright???” Loris laughed as he quickly rushed over to you. 

“I’m okay! Be careful where you swing that thing!” You laughed, using your arm to block from his limp dick as he helped you up. 

“I guess my legs are still trying to wake up.” You muttered as he walked with you to his bathroom. 

You leaned against his door frame, shooing him away, reassuring him that you were fine. He closed the door for you, allowing you some privacy. 

His bathroom was surprisingly clean. It didn’t smell weird, there were no mysterious stains on the walls, and he had soap…..the bar of expectations was literally in hell. 

You relieved yourself, making sure you pushed out the rest of the mess he put in you. Washing your hands you couldn’t help but stare at your reflection. 

Your makeup was still holding up but it needed to come off before you went to sleep. That is…if you were sleeping over. 

The whole night, well, most of the night was great. You were starting to wonder if it was going too well? What if that was all there was? What if he was about to reveal his actual self and tell you to get the fuck out? What if he starts acting weird? You then looked down at your wrist, staring at your bracelet. 

Would you need to flip the switch?

Flashes of everything that had happened throughout the night came back. Even though you didn’t know Loris, you felt like you knew enough. There was something that was telling you to trust him. You wanted to believe that he wouldn’t just switch up on you. Especially after everything you went through at the club. 

So many thoughts were going through your head but you took a deep breath. The only way you were gonna find out was walking back out there. 

After you washed your face you came out of the bathroom. 

“Here.” He tossed you one of his shirts. 

He turned to pull on his boxers and you stood there like an idiot, staring down at his shirt, heart feeling funny. That weirdly intimate feeling came again. It was a simple gesture but it was still sweet. 

“Am I….?” You started to feel silly. 

“Hm?” He asked. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” You almost whispered. 

“Yeah, of course. Or did you want me to take you home?” He looked over his shoulder to you. 

“Oh no, I’d rather spend the night.” You happily admitted.

He smiled, picking up his discarded clothes and moving them over to a chair before turning off the light.

Pulling on his shirt you climbed in his bed, slipping under the covers as he followed, situating himself beside you. He pulled you snuggly against him before sighing with content. Your head resting on his chest as you stared up at him in the darkness. 

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to stay?” You whispered, needing some reassurance.

“Yes, I want you here.” He kissed the top of your head. 

You couldn’t help but smile, closing your eyes. 

“Can I ask you something?” He muttered in the darkness. 

“What?” 

“Why does your neighbor call you ‘Pocket Pussy’?”

You groaned over his laughter. 

[lazy-sand-wich]

I was playing a role-playing game with Loris's bot, and at one point he made me laugh a lot. He writes to me in English, I don't understand everything correctly and translate some points through an interpreter to make it clear. At some point, the bot texted me this.

I translated everything through a translator and burst out laughing. It turns out that it was not about "mutton chops", but about "sideburns". That's why I created this incredibly absurd and funny meme.

Original variant:

And English variant: Mutton chops of real enthusiasts

My friend and I spent half the night laughing about it.

[emmyrosee]

emmy pls pls pls PLEASE i need something with sunarin. angsty, fluffy, smutty i don’t care. i need suna so bad😓🙂‍↕️‼️ i need him in a way that insults feminism.

love u vro vro

Rintaro presses a kiss on your cheek, only to reel back as you give him a whine of annoyance, almost as if you’d burned him. “Baaaaaabuhhhh!”

“….what?”

You wipe off his kiss, and you try your best not to laugh at the offended noise and look he gives you, “I just did my skincare! Don’t kiss me with those… things.”

“These things?” He repeats, pointing at his lips. “The things we call lips? The lips that kiss you, love you, flirt with you, those lips?”

“Yes!” You scoff. “They’re dirty, don’t kiss me with them.”

His brows are pinched so deep in the middle of his forehead that you’re almost convinced he’s going to give himself a headache, and you shake your head as you make a move to reapply your moisturizer. “Uhm, I just brushed, flossed, and gargled, these lips have never been cleaner!”

“They’re man lips,” you huff, crossing your arms. Now, he’s fully upset. “They’re dirty because you’re a sport man who plays sports and you’re a man.”

“While your logic is not objectively wrong, I still don’t appreciate the slander, or, you wiping off my kisses!”

“You can kiss me on my lips before my lip balm, but you need to move fast,” you say firmly, only for him to once again jerk back in confusion.

“But!”

“Hurry,” you say, grabbing your lip balm. “You’d better pick quick.”

“But- but babe!”

“Now!”

“But!” He leans forwards to press a kiss to your lips, stealing the kiss he desperately wanted but is still pouting about afterwards, “so what, now I’ve got to schedule my kisses with you?”

You slowly turn to face him, quirking your brow, “oh, so, do you not want an appointment for tomorrow? Because I can make that happen.”

“I do!” He whines. “But I don’t want to have to pencil in my kissing times-“

“Well, the spots are filling up fast, so you’d better get on it.”

“BY WHO?!”

[seraphicloves]

𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: headcanons with overblot gang and a flirtatious s/o

⊱✿⊰ warnings: flirting, pick up lines, idia explodes /j, lwk cringe, gender neutral reader, reader could be yuu or anyone really, requested

⊱✿⊰ notes: fire request gang, hope this is to your standards :) (also i need more twst requests & friends. nobody seems to wanna be mutuals 😓 prolly my fault tho im ngl)

riddle rosehearts:

❀ he is barely used to having romantic relations, so it is hard for him to process that you're so...vocally affectionate. he's used to zero affection, even with his own way of showing love to be reserved. so he can be surprised by your brazen behavior

❀ you turn his face red easily with a sultry tone and a well placed glance to his lips. somebody he cares about romantically, saying those sort of things? riddle is sure his face is on fire and his heart is pounding loud enough for rsa to hear

❀ everybody lwk makes fun of him for getting flustered so easily. even your cringy pick up lines make him act like you dropped a knee and proposed.

❀ he loves how flirtatious you are, even if it makes him totally shy. he admires it in a way, how you're so bold and confident. you're unafraid of your desires, something riddle wished he could relate to.

leona kingscholar

❀ he is also a flirt, but in like a lazy way yk? he doesn't put effort into flirtation, no pickup lines or properly romantic lines. he just gives you a sexy smirk, and says something sweet while being totally casual

❀ its hard to fluster him, at least outwardly. the most you'll get out is a slight flush and a laugh if you say something especially flirty. however internally, he is totally freaking out and like so happy.

❀ if you say a dumb pickup line, he will call it dumb. and without any sort of shame or feeling bad. he calls it like it is.

"are you my homework? because i am gonna do you on the table all night long."

he gives you the -_- and says, "where did you see that line? how to make your boyfriend cringe?"

❀ he is also incredibly territorial so he will get jealous if you flirt with someone else, even if unintentionally. he will wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you flush aganist him. making sure everybody knows who gets you in their bed every night.

azul ashengrotto

❀ he is also part of the flustered gang, since he is typically very professional behaving. he is almost incapable of saying something flirty, despite how usually charismatic he might seem.

❀ i feel like he would try to flirt back, thinking like its your way of showing love so he wants to do it as well. he'd search up pick up lines and try them out on you:

"are you my library card? because im always checking you out." (yes it is as cringy as it seems.)

❀ he might get a little jealous if you start flirting (unintentionally) with someone else, mostly because he has rather terrible self esteem. azul is insecure in himself, often wondering if you would be better with somebody else. so be sure to reassure him!

❀ he might also use your flirty nature for his business pursuits. get you to flirt with some customers,especially with your beauty, and he is sure to get some more profit. also he might feel a little jealous, he knows you are helping with the monstro lounge so its okay!

jamil viper

❀ i feel like he could also be very flirtatious if he was feeling up for it. jamil can be silver tongued, but its really only when he isn't too exhausted from kalim's ridiculous behavior. so yeah, he could give you a run for your money if he wanted to.

❀ he's probably not going to get jealous, mainly because he knows who you go to at the end of the day. if you are his s/o, he has enough faith that you would not leave him on a whim so mild flirting doesn't bother him.

❀ jamil mostly flirts through words of praise. he is very full of praise and compliments, which normally would sound like total bullshit but he makes it sound sincere enough your toes curl. he also just has a lovely voice, deep and sultry with that slight curl that makes your heart race. he would be perfect for reading audio books.

❀ he gets amused by your flirty behavior, with your affection and words. he especially loves hearing you compliment him, filling him with a delicious sense of pride. jamil has an ego, which he loves to get bigger because of you

vil schoenheit

❀ he is going to be a master flirt. he knows how to make somebody blush with a few calculated moves. he's an actor and he's very smart, of course he knows how to flirt. he probably flirts more than you, it might be so ingrained in him that he flirts unintentionally.

❀ he doesn't get jealous simply because he also acts similarly. he understands it is a part of your personality and you wouldn't be unfaithful with him. he sort of sees it as the public's you, and he gets to have the real you. even if flirting is still in your nature, he gets to see past the polite smiles and small talk.

❀ he might even give you tips on how to better seduce the people around you. he doesn't mean to be critical, he just wants you to be the very best version of yourself. so he (very gently) shows you ways to be more sultry and romantic, to make everybody weak in the knees. if he was particularly bored, he might even silently rate your performance.

❀ he is probably the best person to be more flirtatious around. he is able to let your personality shine free without any sort of complications.

idia shroud

❀ if vil is the best, idia might be the worst. when he gets flustered, he closes in and runs away. so you probably have to chase him down whenever you say something particularly swoonworthy.

"stop! i'm overloading, i need a break to cool down!"

"all i did was hug your arm and kiss you!"

❀ he might also call your flirting "cringe" even if its not. like, he totally pretends like he thinks being all flirty and PDA is so not cool (but inside he squeals like a little girl). idia can't help it, he's programmed to reject things that make him nervous!

❀ okay i think after a while of dating him, and he gets more comfortable around you (and more comfortable being flustered around you) he might try out a line or two. but instead of something random like azul, he makes them focused to your interests. like whatever fandoms you are in, he finds (or makes) pick up lines related to it.

❀ i think idia would play more otome games just to practice flirting so he can try to get on the same level as you. he wants to be as confident and collected as you, so what better way than to practice digitally? he doesn't hide the fact he is playing otome games, he just might hide the fact its so he can learn to make you blush.

malleus draconia

❀ he rarely even picks up on your flirty behavior. like he knows how it makes him feel but he assumes that is how everybody behaves when you say stuff. his heart racing? oh yeah thats the usual sort of thing when [name] is around. he doesn't fully understand the whole intention behind it.

❀ yeah...i'm gonna say you might need to rein in flirting with other people. malleus will either get mad jealous or he will get sad, thinking you are trying to be unfaithful. so reassure him and try to keep those bedroom eyes away from anybody but your man.

❀ he is also flirty in the sense of how wholeheartedly romantic he is. bro puts his whole malleussy into loving you. he follows you around like a lost puppy, eyes constantly shining with pure adoration. you consume him entirely and he is unafraid of letting the world know.

❀ malleus has probably said some crazily romantic things without even realizing it wasn't the norm. he has said he will marry you, he has compared your beauty to the moon shining over the ocean. he becomes a poet when it comes to loving you.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[medullamindset]

Where the fuck did the arcane fanfic writers GO bro : o (

Put ur hand up if u want me to write Loris smut 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ since no one else will

Also why do i not see anyone talking abt his lil hip readjustment here its SO SOSOOOOOOOO..... 😻

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Characters That Are Big of Heart and Dumb of Ass

Pairing: Vi, Sevika, Vander, Jayce, Loris, Ambessa x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, dating, flirting, cuddles, kissing, sparing, muscles, protectiveness

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: This came to me today during my work break. I love himbos and whatever the female version of it is!

PURE OF HEART: She will do anything, put herself in any kind of danger to protect you. Vi is ready to get into a fight with anyone, stand up to anyone if they're bothering you. The bruises might be there after but she knows you'll help her get patched up. Depending on where the bruises are she might get some kisses.

DUMB OF ASS: Charges head first into any situation and that more often than not gets her hurt. One would think she learned to use hear head a bit more by now. And just in terms of headbutting her opponent. However she defends her attitude by saying that she's the muscle here, so you should let her take care of things her way.

PURE OF HEART: First of all she doesn't want anyone knowing she has a soft spot for you. She is very aggressive in her flirting both in public and in private but when you're up close, in her lap she will whisper sweet nothings into your ear. After which she will bite it. Don't blame her, she has an image to uphold.

DUMB OF ASS: Sevika has always been a badass in Zaun, but not for her brains. As respected as she is some also see her as a glorified bodyguard that's now dating her boss's cute secretary. She hears these rumors of course but they don't phase her when she's had a few shots of her favorite drink. Not her best moment.

PURE OF HEART: He is a family man to the bone. And he sees you as his wife even though you're not officially married yet. It won't stop him from grabbing you around the hips and pulling you into a kiss, his tongue tasting of tabaco and your favorite drink. Yes, your favorite, because he wants to taste good when he kisses you.

DUMB OF ASS: While Vander might be one of the de facto leaders in Zaun he's made his fair share of dumb choices. He's forgotten to lock up more than once, leading to the people thinking the bar open and he walked out in his underwear. What made it more embarrassing is that you were right behind him, wearing just his shirt.

PURE OF HEART: Everyone who met Jayce even once can see that he has a heart of gold. There isn't a challenge he won't try to take out, be it with brains or brawn. Knowing he's smart hasn't stopped you from visiting him a few times in the forge and appreciating the way the sweat rolls down his muscled body. He even flexes for you.

DUMB OF ASS: The amount of times he accidentally burned himself because he was too busy making out with you is astounding. He picks you up easily enough. But then backs up a bit too much, touching or stepping too close to the heat of the forge. Either that or he knocks important tools down when he places you on his table.

PURE OF HEART: No one's got your back like Loris has your back. He's is one of the most supportive boyfriends you could ask for, husband material really. Whenever he notices you're having a bad day he will beckon you over and scoop you into his big arms. You're not getting away from him or his cuddles until you feel better.

DUMB OF ASS: Among the Enforcers he has always been known as the muscle, and as more than a bit of drinker. But he also tells the best stories. He can be a little crude sometimes, flirting with you and forgetting there are other people in the room. The next morning everyone is smirking at him and he has no idea why.

PURE OF HEART: Ambessa will crush anyone who has anything bad to say about her, her family, or anyone in her army. Her strength is in her physique, strategy and loyalty of her people. But on occasion she can show her softer side, when it's just the two of you. It's one of her weaknesses, that cute smile of yours that she would do anything for.

DUMB OF ASS: One of her favorite ways to flirt, and have foreplay, is to spar with you. However that tends to attract more than a few eyes. She always acts insanely possessive over you in those moments, her head still in the fight but also getting in between you and her soldiers. it ends up looking a bit like a dance, much to everyone's amusement.

[nishibons]

𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐄 . . .

or piwon pining thoughts/texts

warnings na genre fluff word count eight hundred excluding texts

note hiii everybody!! sorry i disappeared for a bit but ive been busy with uni TT i got an 85 on my recent assignment tho so everybody cheer… anyway ive been obsessed with piwon lately hence this post but fear not i have an enha version coming soon

keeho

confident but humble. he doesn’t have any expectations for your relationship but hopes that you’ll eventually catch on to his borderline obnoxious flirting, and better yet, reciprocate. if you do happen to return his feelings, he doesn’t waste any time in asking you out properly, because why wait? his friends say he laughs too loud around you for you to not know about his feelings, but he swears that they’re just being dramatic… he’s so normal and chill about you, really, that joke about the refrigerator or something was just funny!

taeyang

an absolute menace. you end up assuming that he hates you with how he stares you down whenever you enter his vicinity and with how he exchanges hushed whispers with his friends from across the room, silenced only when he turns his head far away enough to steal glances at you. eventually, once he asks for your number under the guise of it apparently being weird that you were the only two between your mutual friend groups to not have exchanged numbers, he plays into this idea, hoping he can pull off some sort of enemies to lovers trope, because it always works in books, right? in truth, he’s just a little bit apprehensive about the vulnerability that comes with liking someone, and tries to preserve his pride with thinly veiled insults that upon second glance quickly fall apart. can you melt his icy cold heart? (the answer is yes.)

jiung

likes you from the very beginning, but is a strong believer in the idea that lovers should be friends first, so he tries his best to establish a genuine relationship with you before he even begins to think about making any moves. he shows strong initiative even throughout your friendship–whether it’s invitations to meet up for lunch, to see that movie you’ve been eagerly waiting the release of, or even paying for your coffee every single time, he’s quick to assure you and dispels any worries you might have about repaying him with a wave of his hand and a bright smile–your company is enough, he says, and if you end up falling for him (who wouldn’t?) he, of course, eagerly awaits the day he can take you for an actual date, but enjoys every moment he spends with you until then just as much.

intak

by far the most shameless with his affection. he can’t help it–you have him hopelessly whipped from the very beginning and he’s terrible at hiding it anyway, so why not lean into it? the first to jump up from his seat when you mention being thirsty–water or juice? and the first to compliment you regardless of the circumstances of your meeting, even on those days you can’t manage anything but a sweater pulled hastily over your shoulders and a messy updo. it’s impossible not to feel flattered around him, and he’s honestly not even actively trying to flatter you, he’s just being wholly honest. if you ever want to shut him up, just compliment him back–hopefully you have a stretcher on hand!

shota

the cutest ever. you catch him staring at you more than a few times before he eventually works up the nerve to approach you, and initially you’re intimidated–but the moment he opens his mouth you know that he’s harmless, and obscenely adorable to beat. he’s not the greatest at expressing himself with words, so he makes sure to show that he likes you by sending you things that remind him of you–songs from an artist he likes, those little figures you collect he sees in the window of a store on the way to work, a rainbow in the sky after a rainy morning. sometimes he provides some commentary, or a cute emoticon, and other times he says nothing, sending only a simple picture and hoping that you can feel even just some of the many emotions that rush through him at the thought of you and have his heart fluttering in his chest when you eventually reply.

jongseob

the sweetest of angels. he doesn’t crush often, but when he does, he crushes hard, so he doesn’t want to mess it up. though he’s rather reserved on the flirting front, he makes sure to send good morning and good night texts every day, without fail, on top of the seemingly random yet innocuous questions he asks throughout the day–what did you eat for lunch? how was work? any thoughts on this new album that just came out? part of it is in hopes that eventually you’ll fall for him as he did you, but he does also take genuine interest in you as a person and wants to know everything about you there is to know if you’ll just give him the chance. flirt with him at all and you’ll very quickly have him turning into a giggling, indecipherably stammering mess.

[arcane-side-character-appreciate]

What kind of Loris x reader headcanons do people want to see?

I have an Artist!Reader in my mind but lets be real thats purely self indulgent and I want my posts to be a little enjoyable for other people

I was also thinking about some NSFW headcanons but I don't know how well people will take my NSFW takes...

[katanaflower]

Big handsome man that’s clearly still alive hasn’t left my mind. Obviously gotta write for him. Fic currently in the works.

Update: I’m gonna try to post it tomorrow. I’m sorry it’s been taking me awhile but one fic suddenly turned into four and so now I’m gonna have a few more after this one.

Just to tease, the name of fic I’m posting tomorrow is called “Joyride”

Do with that what you will 😏

Another update: Today has been not great for me, literally wanted to write but got so busy. So I’m gonna try to pull an all nighter and get it out quick cause I’m excited for people to read it lmao

[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane’s Girl [11]

Part Eleven | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee | Check out the playlist

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh is the worst, angst, canon violence, mentions of tobacco use, chapter follows “Tell it to the Frogs” but dialogue and events are paraphrased.

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Felt inspired while rewatching the Walking Dead for the thousandth time. I'm excited now that the reader has broken up with Shane, they can have more moments with Daryl. Let me know what you all think and if you want to be added to the taglist.

You finally convince Daryl to change out of his two-day-old hunting clothes, and while he’s gone, you try to make yourself useful; however, Glenn and T-Dog assure you that they can handle packing up the box truck with what little supplies the five of you need in order to survive in the city. Your eyes scan the camp, searching for any other tasks that need to be completed before you leave; however, your gaze lands on Rick and Lori, who are having a hushed argument by the RV. She’s unhappy with him, which you don’t find surprising — she just got her husband back, and now he’s agreed to leave to rescue a man he barely knows. But you know Rick, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew he left a man to die handcuffed to a rooftop.

Shane and Lori may be able to live with that guilt, but Rick can’t — you can’t. There’s no way that you would be able to look Daryl in the eye if you didn’t go back for Merle. He may not be your favorite person in the world, but he still means the world to Daryl. And you know that if you had someone important in Atlanta — someone you needed to save — Daryl wouldn’t hesitate. He’d be the first person to volunteer to help you, followed by Rick — that’s simply the type of men that they are. Reliable. Dependable. Kind.

Suddenly, another set of eyes lands on you as someone notices your interest in the conversation happening between Rick and Lori. Based on the way your skin crawls, you know you shouldn’t look over, but your curiosity gets the better of you. Your blood runs ice cold in your veins as you lock eyes with Shane who is leaning against the RV, arms tightly crossed against his chest. His gaze, which you once used to find comfort in, is like daggers piercing into your soul. Jealousy is an ugly feeling, and it is written all over his face. But unlike the past several weeks, you make no move to comfort him. Instead, you tear your eyes away from him and return your attention to Glenn and T-Dog. Your hands rub against each other anxiously as you watch the two men bicker with one another. The scene would normally make you laugh; however, you can’t seem to find joy in the interaction when you can still feel Shane’s eyes on you from across the camp.

You jump as a hand suddenly grabs your shoulder from behind, but you relax as your head twists, and you spot Daryl standing beside you. His face twists in worry at your response to his touch, and you feel the familiar sting of guilt creeping into the forefront of your mind.

“You ‘lright?”

You manage to nod at his question, but you can still see Shane’s imposing figure over his shoulder watching you intently. Daryl follows your gaze and moves to block your view of the former deputy. He ducks his head slightly, meeting you at eye level. Unlike Shane, Daryl’s gaze is overflowing with warmth and sincerity.

“He say anything to you?”

You shake your head in response, but Daryl doesn’t seem convinced. You don’t blame him for his skepticism as he takes in your shell shocked state.

“He’s just been watching me.”

You say it in a nonchalant tone because you know that it shouldn’t be affecting you as much as it is. After all, you’re the one that broke up with him. But you still can’t seem to shake off the feeling that you’re not safe around him anymore. Daryl throws a cold look over his shoulder at the other man, who seems to get the warning and finally turns away from you. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as your body automatically relaxes now that you’re no longer being watched.

“You ain’t gotta worry about him anymore.”

You nod at his words, but Daryl can still tell that you don’t fully believe him. And he doesn’t blame you. He’s worried about what Shane would have done to you if you had broken things off with him in private. The fact he escalated that much in front of everyone is concerning, to say the least. And he didn’t miss the way that Rick’s face twisted into surprise as he watched his best friend treat you with such disregard. He doesn’t know the man well, but from what little he’s seen and from what you’ve told him about the sheriff, he knows that Rick cares for you. It makes him feel a little better knowing that at least one other person in camp has your best interests in mind.

“You ready for this?”

Daryl won’t admit it, but he feels conflicted about you joining them on their little ‘rescue mission’. On one hand, he doesn’t want you to have to face the horrors that are out there in the city. You’ve been pretty sheltered from the reality of the situation you’re in by staying at the quarry camp; however, he knows that at some point, you will have to come face-to-face with this new reality, and he’d like to be there when that happens, to ensure your safety. On the other hand, he doesn’t want you here with Shane — not when both he and Rick are leaving. He knows that you are strong, and if you told him to ‘fuck off,’ he’d listen, but he doesn’t trust Shane. And if he were to do something to you when he was in Atlanta, he’s not sure he’d be able to forgive himself. But the last thing he wants to do is make decisions for you — he doesn’t want to control you. He doesn’t want to be Shane, but he wants to keep you safe. This is all new to him — having someone to care about and protect.

“You okay with me coming?”

Daryl’s brow furrows at the question.

“Don’t need my permission to do nothin’.”

A small smile graces your features, and before you can respond, Rick finally joins you both. He gives you a kind smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s exhausted — you can tell by the way he carries himself.

“We should talk after this.”

You give him a nod. He’s right — you have a lot to catch him up on. He then switches his attention to Daryl, who is still standing by your side and watching your interaction with the former sheriff.

“Ready to go get your brother?”

Daryl scoffs while adjusting the crossbow slung across his back.

“Bout damn time.”

Rick’s brow furrows as he watches Daryl jump into the back of the box truck. You laugh and give him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“He grows on you.”

Rick looks down at you with a weary expression before shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

You hop in the back with Daryl and T-Dog while Rick gets into the driver’s seat and Glenn navigates from the passenger seat. It takes a little under an hour to make it to the outskirts of the city. Daryl spends the ride sharpening his crossbow bolts beside you. His shoulder bumps into yours every so often due to a sudden pothole or turn; however, neither of you makes an effort to move away from the other. When the box truck finally comes to a stop, Glenn looks back at the three of you nervously.

“We walk from here on out.”

Daryl nods and gets up before extending his hand down to you. You grab his hand, biting down a smile as he pulls you to your feet with ease. To your surprise, Daryl doesn’t immediately release your hand. Your brow furrows — from what you know about Daryl, he isn’t necessarily comfortable with physical touch. Your breath catches in your chest as you look up at him and notice he’s already looking down at you. You’ve grown accustomed to the callousness in Shane’s gaze, so you’re taken aback by how Daryl’s steely features soften as he regards you.

But, before you can think twice about the moment, T-Dog clears his throat. You pull your hand out of Daryl’s gentle grasp and take a step away from him as you both look at T-Dog, who is still sitting on the floor at the back of the box truck. T-Dog raises his hand expectantly towards Daryl. Daryl scoffs, rolling his eyes at the man before exiting the box truck. You try to laugh off the awkward encounter before you grab T-Dog’s hand and pull him to his feet. He looks down at you with a playful expression.

“So, are we going to gaze into each other’s eyes as well or…”

You shove him away, making him laugh.

“Shut up.”

T-Dog raises both of his hands in surrender, and you both hop out of the box truck, joining Daryl, Rick, and Glenn. The laughter between you and T-Dog dies as you take in your surroundings. You haven’t been to the city since before the dead started walking. It’s worse than you imagined. Daryl looks at you, noticing how your expression shifted once you exited the truck.

“C’mon.”

He motions for you to follow him as Glenn and Rick take the lead. And you fall into step beside Daryl as you become acquainted with the new world. 

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