#shifting to league of legends

[i-left-my-room-tidy]

RANDOM BUT I PAINTED MY NAILS LIKE JINX LAST NIGHT I'M FEELING SO BADASS DOING THE FINGER GUN THINGIES

also . been doing this in preparation for shifting to arcane lmao idk I'm just giddy over it

[soggyskinflaps]

Got this template from a moot and decided to draw my favorite freaks

[goldnhourwrites]

ok i'm dropping this here. new musicverse concept: spirit realm girls band (alune, aurora, gwen, senna)

i think the Ruination + undeath should count as weird spirit realm stuff too so maybe there's a kalista collab at some point. they would get along so well together the vibes would be beautiful and i think they should be allowed to sing their hearts out.

i haven't decided yet if this is part of the musicverse only because i want them to have their spirit-related powers and to be connected by them. i'd have to figure out how magical the musicverse is to determine what abilities they keep

[froog-water]

lillia from league of legends is just so… yipee! she go brrr

[dualisume]

|| i only have 3 hrs sleep, and my work is in 1 and half hours, well good luck with me then

[srkshaju]

League of Legends Dev Shuts Down Indie Forge, "Refocusing" on Internal Projects

League of Legends developer Riot Games has announced a shift in its strategy, closing its indie publishing arm Riot Forge and refocusing its resources on "ambitious projects underway internally."

This decision comes alongside layoffs impacting around 11% of its workforce.

While the news is bittersweet for fans of Riot Forge's charming indie titles, it's motivated by a clear goal: to double down on "ambitious projects" in development within Riot itself.

This signifies a strategic shift towards larger, in-house initiatives rather than external collaborations.

Riot Forge's Legacy: A Spark of Creativity

Though short-lived, Riot Forge left a mark on the gaming landscape.

Launched in 2019, it served as a platform for indie developers to bring their unique vision to the world of Runeterra, the League of Legends universe.

From the adorable Song of Nunu to the Metroidvania-inspired Convergence: A League of Legends Story, Forge produced six diverse titles across various genres and regions.

Closing the Curtain, but Not the Game

While new game development under Riot Forge will cease after the release of Bandle Tale: A League of Legends Story, this charming Stardew Valley-esque sim promises to be a delightful send-off.

Scheduled for release on PC and Nintendo Switch later this year, Bandle Tale offers fans a cozy farming experience within the League universe.

Looking Ahead: What's Next for Riot?

While details on Riot's "ambitious projects" remain under wraps, the studio's commitment to innovation and quality is clear.

This strategic shift suggests a focus on internal development, potentially paving the way for exciting new experiences within the League of Legends universe and beyond.

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[wheelcr]

so like in ur arcane dr... have u ever met ekko? :)

YES I HAVE.. ok so basically i have 2 separate drs ( double life moment /j ) one where i'm a pretty little topsider & one where i'm friends w the gang & stick with ekko when everything goes to shit <3 he's my best friend bro i love him sobssosbd

[thelibraryofsylphide]

Pantheon on The Call (cinematic)

[pucksandpower]

Seeing Color

Lando Norris x soulmate!Reader

Summary: the average person goes their whole life without seeing so much as a drop of color, so safe to say you’re quite surprised when the sky suddenly turns blue while you’re covering Formula 1 for the first time

The sky’s a muted gray, just like every other day of your life, as you stand in the bustling paddock of Silverstone, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

This isn’t what you signed up for. Football’s your thing — sweaty players, goals, and post-match interviews in rain-soaked stadiums. But motorsport? Formula 1? It’s a different beast altogether.

��Just one race,” your supervisor had assured you. “It’ll be fine, Y/N. You’re a pro.”

Easy for them to say. The paddock is a maze of garages, team colors (which are a uniform grayscale for you, of course), and a cacophony of sounds that’s more overwhelming than a packed Premier League stadium.

You’ve been briefed on the basics — Max Verstappen’s the reigning champ, Lewis Hamilton’s the legend, and Lando Norris, the homegrown young talent, just secured P2.

P2. The words feel alien, even though you repeat them to yourself over and over, willing them to become familiar. Podium finish, second place. You’ve got this.

But the truth is, you don’t. Not really. And it’s showing as you fumble with your notes, trying to prepare for the post-race interviews. Your heart’s racing faster than any of the cars on the track.

“Hey, you alright there?”

The voice comes from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. You turn around and see a young man — not too tall, with curly hair, and a faint smirk playing on his lips. You recognize him immediately, even in black and white.

Lando Norris.

“Yeah, just-” You scramble for professionalism, straightening your back and offering what you hope is a confident smile. “Just getting ready for the interviews.”

Lando’s eyes flicker down to the notes in your hand. “First time covering F1?”

Your smile falters. “Is it that obvious?”

He chuckles softly, and for a moment, it’s as if the world around you narrows down to just the two of you standing there in the paddock, the sounds and chaos fading into the background.

“A little,” he admits, leaning casually against the wall, as if he’s got all the time in the world. “But don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”

You can’t help but laugh, the sound surprising even yourself. There’s something about his easygoing manner that puts you at ease, just for a moment. “I appreciate that.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, right?” He asks, and you’re caught off guard that he knows your name.

“That’s me,” you reply, slipping into the role of interviewer as best as you can. “Congratulations on P2, by the way. How was the race for you?”

He glances at you, and for a brief second, his expression changes. It’s subtle — almost imperceptible — but it’s there. Something shifts in his eyes, something that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Thanks,” he says, but the word comes out softer than you expect. There’s a pause, a moment of hesitation, before he continues. “The race was … it was intense. But honestly? Standing here right now … it feels like something else is happening.”

You frown slightly, not understanding. “What do you mean?”

Lando looks at you again, more intently this time, and you’re acutely aware of the way your pulse is thumping in your ears. “Look around,” he murmurs, his voice low, as if he’s sharing a secret. “Do you see anything different?”

You blink, confused. You glance around, expecting to see the same monotone world you’ve always known, the same dull shades of gray. But instead … you see it. A soft glow in the distance, a faint tinge of color in the sky.

It’s … blue.

A gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it. “What …”

Lando steps closer, his expression as bewildered as yours. “You see it too, don’t you?”

“I-I don’t understand,” you stammer, your heart racing even faster now. “This can’t be real. I’ve never seen color before.”

“Neither have I,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “But … I’m seeing it now. Because of you.”

The air around you feels electric, charged with something you can’t quite name. Your eyes lock onto his, and suddenly, the world isn’t gray anymore. It’s alive with hues and shades that you’ve only ever imagined. His eyes, a stunning shade of fluid green, meet yours with the same wonder.

“This can’t be real,” you repeat, more to yourself than to him. You’re trying to make sense of the impossible, of the vivid blues and greens and reds that are slowly seeping into your vision, like the world is waking up from a long sleep.

Lando reaches out, his hand hovering near yours, not quite touching. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze that’s startling — like he’s just as unsure of what’s happening as you are. “I think …” he starts, then stops, swallowing hard before trying again. “I think it’s because we’re soulmates.”

“Soulmates?” You echo, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. You’ve heard the stories, the myths — how the world is black and white until you meet the person you’re meant to be with.

But it’s just that, isn’t it? A myth? A fairytale? With over 8 billion people on Earth, the chances of actually meeting your fated match are slim-to-none. Most of the population has grown to accept that they will never see anything other than black and white.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “That’s what they say, right? You don’t see color until you meet your soulmate. But I never thought it’d actually happen. Not like this.”

You’re silent for a moment, trying to process it all. The colors, the implications, the fact that this person — this stranger — is suddenly supposed to mean everything to you. It’s overwhelming.

“I don’t even know you,” you whisper, voicing your fears. “How can we be soulmates if we don’t even know each other?”

Lando’s smile is small, almost shy. “I guess we’ll have to change that, won’t we?”

The words are simple, but they carry a weight that you’re not sure you’re ready to bear. But when he looks at you like that, with such sincerity, you find yourself nodding.

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “I guess we will.”

He takes a step closer, and this time, his hand does brush against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You feel it in every nerve, every inch of your being. It’s like the world has shifted on its axis, and you’re standing at the center of something much bigger than yourself.

“Can I ask you something?” Lando’s voice is quiet, almost tentative.

“Of course,” you reply, your voice just as soft.

“What’s your favorite color?”

The question catches you off guard. It’s such a simple thing, and yet, in this moment, it feels like the most important question in the world. You look around, taking in the colors that are now flooding your vision — the vibrant greens of the trees in the distance, the deep blues of the sky, the bright reds and yellows of the cars and team logos.

“I don’t know,” you admit, and the honesty of it feels right. “I’ve never had a favorite color before.”

Lando smiles, a real smile this time, and it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds. “Pretty sure I’m legally obligated to say mine’s papaya,” he laughs, and you notice it for the first time — the vibrant hue of his team’s colors, standing out against the grayscale world you’ve known until now. “I think you’ll like it.”

You smile back at him, feeling the connection between you deepening with every passing second. It’s terrifying, and exhilarating, and everything in between.

“I think I might,” you say, and the words are full of a promise that you’re not sure you fully understand yet, but that feels right nonetheless.

For a moment, the world falls away, and it’s just the two of you, standing there in a kaleidoscope of color that’s bursting into life all around you. The roar of the engines, the clamor of the crowd — it all fades into the background as you look at each other, truly seeing each other for the first time.

“So … what happens now?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando’s hand tightens around yours, and there’s a steadiness in his gaze that grounds you. “We take it one step at a time,” he says. “We get to know each other. And we see where this goes.”

The simplicity of his words is comforting. There’s no grand declaration, no rush to figure everything out. Just a promise to take things as they come, to let whatever this is between you grow naturally, in its own time.

“I’d like that,” you say, and you mean it.

He grins, that boyish charm back in full force, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Good,” he says. “Because I think we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other.”

There’s a warmth in his tone that makes your heart skip a beat, and for the first time since this whole whirlwind began, you find yourself excited about the future — about the possibility of what’s to come.

“Yeah,” you reply, your smile widening. “I think we are.”

And as you stand there, hand-in-hand with Lando Norris, surrounded by the vibrant colors of a world that’s finally come to life, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this is where you were always meant to be.

[animusrox]

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[d1s1ntegrated]

hiiiii!!

so this feels kind of random and maybe a little ooc but i keep imagining shiggy as like a streamer (playing obviously league of legends but also like valorant, overwatch, fortnite, etc etc)

but could i possibly get some streamer shigaraki hcs pls and thank youu ♡

also i saw your post about emoji anons and id like to formally request that i can claim this emoji; 🧸 thank you for all your amazingly handcrafted beautiful posts!!!

ooouuuu yassss. i also love to hc shiggy as a streamer idc if its ooc!

also yes ofc ! 🧸is all urs bby <3

streamer!shigaraki hcs ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

[■■■■■■■■■□] 90%

it started as a joke, he didnt think anyone would really watch

but followers and viewers SKYROCKETED so fast, he was kinda overwhelmed at first

mostly streams LoL, but loves switching between diff games throught the stream (OVW, apex, valorant, fortnite)

but for some reason, he hates COD. HATES IT. if chat even mentions it he screams

he gets banned regularly for "random shit" aka trying to beef with the 12 year old's in chat, accidentally smoking on cam, etc

has absolutely no filter, just plays the game the same way he would if he were alone, which gives him one hell of a reputation online

chat goes WILD when he ties his hair back, cause usually its in his face

does a lot of 12-24 hour streams bc he cant sleep

streams at the most random and inconvenient times, like 4pm or 3am.

that being said he has no set schedule. he usually just hops online whenever.

loves bantering with chat, he thinks its so funny

"blueflame says... "this man needs chapstick lolz"

"well fuck you blueflame, you need a loving family and some bitches, but i guess both of us are fucked, hm?"

went through a huge minecraft phase and ended up creating a small cult following from it

which he abhors. like fucking hates it bc of all the drama in the minecraft community-he doesn't like to be associated with them.

calls his fans rats/bugs/etc.

goes on long-ass adhd rambles about random shit a LOT

"chat, chat watch this, gonna get this fucker"

*dies*

"chat. i am going to scream."

this man has 0 social awareness or media etiquette

like he's actually disgusting on stream it can be a hard watch at times. especially if he's eating cause he doesnt gaf about being "polite"

listens to a lot of hyperpop/metal/game osts in the background but has gotten in trouble for copyright lol

does dumbass dances in his chair if he wins a round

when everyone realized he wore gloves to game, he got sent a BUNCH of new ones, with different patterns and materials (he shows them all off) (his fav ones are the creeper-themed ones tho :3)

has "horror nights" where he'll stay up and play shit like fnaf, slender, closing shift, and other indie horror games

he played facade once but immediately removed the game from his pc (very dramatically) after trip denied his request to "kiss it sloppy style".

chat regularly begs him to play roblox but he always ignores it

even though he HAS it downloaded.

"chat what the fuck is skibidi ohio"

always drinking some form of energy drink no matter what time it is

"someone in chat said im cute. go touch grass"

has a discord server that he does in fact own and mod. but only lets certain people join (he does have a tier system after a while)

[■■■■■■■■■] 100%

ugh gamer streamer shiggy is so Real to me...and so cute...i need him viciously

thank u for the request, 🧸!

[i-left-my-room-tidy]

just tried the arcane filter on tiktok and all I'm thinking is using this as a basis for my other arcane DR

DEFINITELY PILTOVIAN

[the-anonmaton]

Whatever Feels Right

Chapter 4 / 4 - Reality

Relationships : Sevika x Reader Characters : Sevika, Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Tags : Kissing, Making Out, Nipple Play, Biting, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Body Worship, Nudity, Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Aftercare, Gentle Kissing, Undressing, Licking, Foreplay, First Time, bottom reader, Virgin Reader, Anxiety, Soft Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Angst, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Panic Attacks, Awkward Conversations, Angst and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort Chapters : 4 ( 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ) Words : 17,331

Summary:

What about your first time with Sevika?

CONTENT WARNING: This fic is about an inexperienced reader and the need to stop during her first time, since she’s not ready. Chapter 4 is where some second thoughts are expressed and some anxiety-heavy stuff and panic, but Sevika is a thoughtful lover, so everything is fine.

**********

What the hell.

**********

She was now below your navel, kissing and nipping at the swell of your stomach, her arms resting over your thighs and her hands gripping at your hips, your legs open for her to lie between them. You could feel her palms over the sides of your underwear, and her fingers just above them, burning your skin where they were touching.

And with every other nip and lick and open-mouthed kiss she would move just a little lower. And with every little bit of distance that she was closing, you could feel your heart rate increasing, and your breathing becoming faster.

Is this happening?

Your nerves were once again back. But the feeling was different from your previous overwhelming excitement.

This is happening.

Her fingers were now hooked at the sides of your underwear.

S-shit.

You could feel the catch in your breath from your sharp inhale and the tightening of your stomach.

Calm down.

You tried taking a deep breath, your chest rising and expanding, and suddenly you were reminded of your exposed breasts, wet nipples cooling uncomfortably.

I’m okay.

You tried pressing your forearms harder against your eyes.

It’s gonna be okay.

You tried calming yourself down. You wanted this. You loved her and you wanted to share this with her. Everything she was doing to you was amazing.

She knows what she’s doing.

You tried to focus on her thumbs, now smoothing gentle circles over the fabric and whatever skin of your hips they could reach.

She's done this before.

But you haven't.

But I haven't.

The position of your forearms over your eyes allowed for each hand to grip at your elbows, so you tried once again to calm yourself by holding on tighter.

I’m okay.

Her mouth reached the seam of your last clothing barrier and started to pepper little kisses from left to right and you would occasionally feel teeth grazing your skin.

That's okay.

You remembered that you asked for her teeth a few minutes ago, but now they didn’t bring goosebumps like before.

"Can I take this off?" Even her soft voice would have startled you, if not for all the loud thoughts occupying your mind. You felt her chin touching your lower stomach, just above your panties, and moving. It was obvious that she had lifted her head to look at you and ask for your permission.

N-not yet.

She gripped a little harder at where she was holding onto your underwear, as if to get a reaction from you, to spur you on.

No.

You inhaled, held your breath, clenched your stomach and your hips jerked and instinctively pulled away.

Fuck!

And then you felt her hands starting to lose their grip on you.

No, I can keep going.

You tried to lift your hips towards her, to make her continue what she was doing.

I can fix this.

"Baby?" Her hands were now gone and you felt her weight starting to shift from where she was resting between your legs.

You swallowed hard.

I need a minute.

"Keep going." You answered, trying not to let your voice betray your anxiety. Your forearms were still covering your eyes and your fingertips had turned white from where you were holding your elbows.

"Are you okay?" You heard the worry in her voice, and you held your breath again, not trusting yourself to speak.

And then she was gone.

You felt her rising, no longer between your legs, but rather to her previous position, straddling a thigh without touching you, and you immediately exhaled through your nose, relief at your newfound sliver of freedom.

Her metal hand once again was placed near your head at your right, although a little further away than before. You didn’t feel her right hand anywhere, not even the mattress shifting from its weight, so she must have had it hovering somewhere.

"Please, look at me." You heard her soft voice right above you, speaking calmly at you.

I'm sorry.

You fucked up. You took it this far only to back down. Why was she so calm? Why wasn’t she mad? She was always so gentle with you and so mindful and you loved her for it. But how would you know that you were wrong when she would always talk softly at you and never get angry or raise her voice? You sure as hell watched her do it to other assholes.

"I'm sorry." You whispered. Your voice so small that you thought she wouldn't catch it. But of course she did.

"What? No, baby, please look at me." That soft voice again, albeit a little hurried.

Why are you so nice?

You were wrong though, right? She should be mad, right?

You didn't dare move or speak.

"I'm gonna touch your hand, okay?"

Her touch, you loved her touch, you would always surrender to it. You did just a few moments ago. You wanted to surrender further to her. But you got overwhelmed. The feeling was too new and it came too fast. But that shouldn't matter, right? She was with you, it should be fine. You shouldn't feel this way, right? You wanted this. Right? You know you wanted this.

But now she was asking for your permission again. For just your hand. And now that there wasn't even a sliver of contact between the two of you, you wanted something to ground you. You wanted her. You missed her touch. Gods, you loved her touch.

So you took a shaky deep breath through your nose and you nodded.

You felt a gentle warm hand caressing the back of yours with a thumb, and you immediately exhaled in relief and relaxed your grip on your elbow. You allowed her to pull it away and place it on the bed with slow movements. She repeated the same with your other hand, coaxing your arm away from your eyes. And now you were lying down, sprawled on the bed, half naked underneath her, not daring to open your eyes. You even squeezed them harder for good measure.

"Baby, look at me." Suddenly you felt that warm hand cradling your face.

"Please?" A thumb stroking your cheek.

Your initial thought was to pull away, but you couldn't. You wanted her touch. But why was it so difficult to accept it a few seconds ago? As soon as you heard her begging again you knew you had lost the game. Anyone who would dare to hear her begging would be dead by their next sentence. But not you. Not only were you the only one to hear her beg, you were also the one that her plea was directed to.

She allowed herself to be vulnerable with you, for you to see her hidden, softer side. It was only fair to let her know you heard her. So you brought your left hand to grip around her wrist and opened your eyes, letting her see them welling up.

You were expecting a serious, angry, mad and annoyed face above you for the inconvenience you caused.

Why am I thinking this way?

But what you were met with was just calm relief, worried eyes and a soft smile.

"There you are." She softly spoke.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?" She ignored your whispered apologies.

"Y-yeah, I don’t know, I'm s-sorry, I-'' You closed your eyes again, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill, and you tried a controlled inhale, while squeezing her wrist. You brought your right hand to grip at her forearm for good measure, not sure if it was for you to ground yourself or for her to not leave you.

“I’m here, baby, it’s okay, breathe.”

So you did.

You tried to focus on her touch, on her thumb smoothing circles on your cheek, under your eye, collecting any betraying tears. You tried to focus on the rest of her fingers, scratching and soothing every little spot they could reach behind your ear. You tried to focus on her, a rock above you, always ready to protect you, a blanket of comfort hovering, not at all imposing, even now after what transpired. You tried to focus on where your hands were touching her, your grip still insistent as you were trying to calm your breaths.

“Everything is fine, take your time.”

No.

You shouldn’t take your time. You caused enough drama, so you just had to hurry this up and calm down so you both could finally call it a day and move on. You couldn’t even dare to think what she might be thinking. She always had to stop during any heated make-out sessions with you because you couldn’t keep up and chickened out. Certainly no one working in the brothels would act like this. They could give her what she wanted. They could be there for her instead of you. They could make her feel good and treat her like she deserved, since you were unable to. You have heard all the rumors about Sevika and you always feared that you couldn’t provide what she was used to.

“Baby?”

Your mind was getting foggy, and the overthinking was making it harder for you to focus. You felt as if you were underwater, only buzzing in your ears instead of her voice, only numbing in your hands instead of her.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy.”

You suddenly felt the hand on your face more insistent, trying to get your attention, and the abrupt movement thankfully made you jerk and fly your eyes open. It only took a second to grasp at what was happening. You realized that you were still gripping at her, but now the force of your grasp was making your hands and arms tremble. You felt dried paths at the sides of your face where tears escaped from the corners of your eyes and made their way to the mattress. You also felt a heavy knot in your chest, and you caught yourself holding a breath that was begging to be released.

“Easy there, baby, relax and breathe for me.”

From the second you were pulled from your spiraling thoughts, you were frantically trying to look everywhere you could, eyes searching with no clue where to land. But the moment you heard her speak, as if on autopilot, you turned to look at her. That was the power she held over you, even when you were not entirely present. You would always go to her, and as soon as your eyes met, you took in her furrowed brows and her intense and worried expression, which it was clear that she was trying, and failing, to hide, for your sake, to not further alarm you.

“Good, now breathe.” Her thumb once again started to stroke your cheek.

“Please.” Not but a moment later.

Another plea from her, intended only for you, and you could only obey.

So you forced that breath out, albeit in a few shaky parts and gasps. But as soon as it was out, the knot in your chest lessened, and you felt confident to start breathing again.

“That’s it, just like any other time.” The relief in her voice was evident.

Just like any other time indeed. There were a few times when you got overwhelmed and needed some guidance to come back to yourself, and she was always there to help. Although today it was different, how could it not be, and how could you know. Should you know?

You felt yourself starting to spiral again, so you closed your eyes, eyelids impossibly tight and tried to take a deep breath hoping it would be enough to keep you focused.

“Just keep breathing, okay?”

You felt your breaths coming easier.

“I’m here, I promise.”

You felt your face relaxing.

“You’re doing great, baby.”

You felt your grip on her loosening to just a gentle hold.

“That’s my good girl, stay with me.”

So with her soothing words and gentle touch you managed to calm yourself. Or better, she managed to calm you down. Was she even aware of the extent of her power over you?

And then, after minutes that felt like hours, you finally felt confident to open your eyes.

And the soft relieved smile that you were met with only made you respond with your own sad one, but a smile nonetheless.

“Hey there. How are you feeling?” She asked with expectant eyebrows.

“I'm…” You didn’t know how to respond, and your answer fell short.

And then you took in your state of undress and instinctively you released her forearm and brought your right hand over your exposed chest, trying to cover yourself, with the feeling of embarrassment looming, making you once again unable to look up at her.

“I’m…” You repeated, not knowing what you wanted to say, just to fill the silence around you.

If you were to look up you would see Sevika doing a double take, realizing what you needed in the blink of an eye, and the anxiety all over her face for the second it took her to formulate her hasty plan to help you.

“I’m coming back in a second, okay?”

She once again tried to get your attention with her warm hand against your cheek and searched your eyes, but you still didn’t dare look up. You could only nod and release her wrist from your grip, which earned you another gentle thumb stroke.

“I promise.”

You just nodded again. She was a woman of her word. She never once broke a promise to you. Since she promised, she was coming back.

You felt the mattress shift and you saw her standing up and going over to your shared dresser. And only now you realized that she was still naked. She was naked above you the whole time while she was calming you down and only now your brain managed to register the details of what had transpired. It would be scary, it was scary, but the fact that it was her here with you made that thought bearable. So you just let your head fall back, squeezed your eyes shut and took another deep calming breath to try and piece together all the little things that happened.

You could hear the comforting shuffling of clothes, a drawer opening and closing, then footsteps getting closer. You now had both your arms over your chest to better cover yourself and took a chance to look over at the presence approaching you. Sevika had put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt she normally used for sleeping and was holding your favorite gray fluffy blanket.

“Come here.” She said with a calm and focused expression as soon as your eyes met, and with a relaxed gesture of her hand she instructed you to sit up.

So as best as you could and to not further expose yourself, you tried to push against the mattress and sit upright. She immediately sat beside you, put the blanket over you, covering you up, and smoothed it over your shoulders and arms. You started feeling yourself again, and melting at her gentle ministrations.

“Thank you.” You said softly and let your head hang, closed your eyes and enjoyed her gently rubbing your back, over the blanket, which you pulled tighter around you, something that always calmed you down and your thoughtful girlfriend knew that.

“Feeling better?” She asked and you could feel her eyes burning a hole to the side of your head. Shit, you worried her over nothing.

Shit.

“Uh, yeah.” You answered, trying to will away your unhelpful intrusive thoughts.

“Does anything hurt?” Another check-in. How could she ever hurt you? She was always so gentle with you, and her asking only made your lips pull up in a smile.

“No, I- I’m okay.” And you took a deep breath again through your nose.

“Need some water?” She asked and before you had the time to think about your answer, she bent to the side to reach at her nightstand and pulled a water bottle from the drawer, all the while her hand never relinquishing its tether to your back.

“There.” She added as she turned back, before offering it to you.

Your eyes only opened when you felt her turning to reach for the water, and all you saw was her moving and then a metal hand offering you the now opened bottle. The moment it was in front of you, you realized how dry your mouth was and how thirsty you really felt. Of course, she was always one step ahead.

“Actually, yeah.” You said after a hard swallow, before maneuvering an arm and snaking it over the blanket to take the bottle, exposing your left shoulder.

You must have needed it more than you thought, because you managed to finish all at once what was left of it.

“Shit, thanks.” You said after you downed the whole thing and you heard a chuckle at your left, which left you confused.

“Feeling better?” Sevika added with clear amusement in her voice, which made you further furrow your brows in question and at last turn to face her.

You were not expecting her to give you a lopsided smile and expectant eyes, patiently waiting for your answer. You also could see the worry as well as the admiration in her eyes while she was looking at you.

The whole point of keeping up with the logistics of Silco’s business was to be able to negotiate and persuade people to do your bidding. And that meant for you to always be in tune with everybody’s expressions and mannerisms, to read them and make them hear the right words. And now that ability was being tested against your girlfriend, who could school her expression to not give anything away, but who would always be an open book for you to read. And that’s what she was doing right now, which only added to your confusion. Also, her warm hand still making soothing circles on your back wasn’t helping.

So in an act of frustration, you abruptly shifted in place on the bed and turned towards her, making her jerk away with a surprised look and drop her hand from your back, which you immediately missed.

“Aren’t you mad?” You asked.

“What? Should I be?” She answered, and by reading her face you could see only her confusion, which made you realize the abrupt way of your question and the fact that it came out of nowhere, in a relaxed moment and without any context, apart from whatever thoughts were swimming inside your poor mind.

Fuck.

So you pinched the bridge of your nose, and exhaled before explaining yourself.

“Look, I’m sorry, I thought you would be mad, because we were in the middle of something, and it looked like you were having fun, but we had to stop again because of me and-”

“Hey, hey, hey, stop stop.” She tried to catch your eyes and to stop your rambling but you wouldn’t have it. You needed to explain and let her know that you could stop being a burden and that you were willing to let her go if she wanted.

“Look, if you want to find someone else I-” You tried to continue.

“What? No! No, no, please stop.” She cut you off again, and now she was shifting on the bed so she could face you better.

And now you had to stop talking. You caught the hurry and the worry in her voice, and once again you heard her begging. Once again you heard her plea to you. You had to stop.

So you did.

You stopped and even dared to look in front of you, where she now was, looking at you intently with furrowed brows.

“Good, now tell me what’s wrong.” She talked slowly and as soft as she could, but you understood her need to get to the bottom of what was going on.

“We- we stopped.”

“Okay, and?” She wasn’t forceful in her questioning, just strategic, her expression calm with curious eyes.

“And aren’t you mad?” Your voice was almost pleading at this point. You wanted to make her understand, to make her see that she could do better. And the more it was taking to get the point across, the more you had to feel the unbearable heaviness of your slowly breaking heart.

“Well now I’m mad at whoever made you think that we shouldn’t stop.” She said before a sigh.

And that sigh spoke volumes. It surely reminded you both of some of your exes, or whatever information you had shared with her, mainly their insistence on the subject of sex. The fact that they were still alive was only because you were the only one that could calm Sevika down and not let her go on a rampage.

But you needn’t think about them right now, in fact it was the last thing you wanted occupying your mind. You didn’t want another reminder of you disappointing your partners, of disappointing her, so you tried to keep the conversation going and get it over with.

“Look, we both know your reputation. And what if I can’t give you what you want, or-” This time you cut yourself off. Not because of your embarrassment, which was at a record high right now, but because of the hurt you saw slowly making its way on her face. You were hurting her, which was not even on any of the lists of things you wanted to do, so you had to stop and just wait. Wait for her to hurt you back, or punch you, or kill you for what you dared to utter.

But she did none of those things.

She would never hurt you.

She just exhaled, let her shoulders fall and extended her warm hand towards you. After a few seconds of confusion you realized that she was asking for your hand, which was still over the blanket. So you obeyed and gave it to her, and as soon as you felt her touch you released a relieved sob.

You were supposed to be the brains, but it turned out you were pretty stupid.

“First of all…” She began, but she stopped to trace the back of a metal finger over your cheek and collect an errand tear.

“Did you feel good?” She continued, with a thumb starting the same soothing patterns over the back of your hand.

“Yes.” An easy answer. It was more than good. It was exciting, but tenfold. The feeling was new and amazing and you reveled in it and its intimacy, especially since she was the one you were experiencing it with.

“But at one point it didn’t, right?” Up until this point you held your head up, eyes locked with hers, but now you couldn’t take it anymore, so you opted to focus on her thumb slowly stroking your hand.

No, it didn’t.

“No, it didn’t.” And as if it was possible, her touch became more gentle as soon as she heard your whispering answer.

“And what did I tell you before we started this?”

“Umm… To tell you if it doesn’t feel right?”

“Exactly.” She doubled down with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

And only now you realized that you didn’t even tell her anything. You just froze. She was the one who caught it, again. You would always freeze up and she was there to catch you and bring you back, no matter what.

“I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows. At this point you didn’t even know what you were apologizing for.

“You don’t have to apologize.” She immediately continued. And you felt cold metal below your chin, gently moving your head up, making you open your teary eyes and look at her kind ones.

“My point is, this was about you.” She finished the sentence by emphasizing the last word and she retracted her hand, but not before smoothing the back of her cold fingers over your warm cheek again.

“This was supposed to make you feel good, and it wasn’t about you giving me what I wanted.” She was speaking softly and slowly and sternly, trying to make her point as clear as day. You could see her struggling to find the right words. Always so thoughtful for you. Always going against her nature, or the character that the harshness of Zaun made her to be.

“The moment it stops feeling good, then that is the moment to take a break.” She continued.

“I- I wanted it, I want you.” You had to let her know that it wasn’t your intention to reject her, that you still loved her.

“I love you.” You added not but a moment later and you saw her smile.

“I love you, too, baby.” She said with another gentle squeeze of her warm hand to yours.

“And I know you wanted it. It was just not the time to go all the way.” She said as she shifted closer to you on the mattress. “And it’s fine.” She searched for your eyes again.

“Okay?” She asked when she was sure she had your full attention.

“Okay.” You exhaled with a nod.

“So you’re not mad?” You added. You had to be sure.

“Can I hug you?” Her only response after a chuckle.

Gods, you missed her. Of course you would allow her to hug you, and of course she asked for your permission first, and of course she would patiently wait for you to give it to her.

So you nodded and immediately saw her shuffling forward. The positioning was a little awkward with both of you sitting facing each other, but as soon as she brought you into her arms you melted against her.

She placed her metal hand on your back, caressing you over the blanket with slow movements, while she brought her warm hand to the back of your head and guided you to the crook of her neck. As soon as you were there you closed your eyes and inhaled. Her scent was enough to make you relax, so you let her hold your weight and brought your own arm around her, to keep her there, close to you.

She held you for a while, occasionally squeezing you, as if to make sure that you knew she was still there. She held you until your breathing came back to normal, until your eyes stopped watering, until your racing thoughts died down. She helped you calm down completely with soothing circles on your back, with gentle scratches on the back of your head, with occasional kisses on the top of your head.

“So, how about some cards?” She finally broke the silence.

“Huh?” You pulled back, confused, and she loosened her hug to let you move.

“Well, it’s still early, and you have a lead of three wins over me, so I’d like to get to it at some point.” She explained.

What did your little competitive card game have to do with anything?

“There are some leftovers from Jericho’s if you're hungry.” She continued.

What brought this up out of nowhere?

“I also stole some peanuts from the bar to go with my whiskey, but I’ll let you have some.”

What?

“Or I can prepare a bath for you if you want.”

And then it clicked.

“Or we can just stay here and cuddle.”

Shit, I’m stupid.

For all your smarts, once again you proved yourself to be pretty dense. It was even worse since you would be the one to call her dense at times, after a few particularly obvious situations. Turns out it came to bite you in the ass.

You could only shake your head and laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You leaned forward with a smile to rest your forehead on her shoulder, and after a second you pulled back to see her own smile directed at you.

“So?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Cards sound good.” You told her with a smile and saw her beaming.

“Okay, I’ll go and get everything ready. Take your time.” She said and gestured with her head to the blanket.

It was clear that she wanted to give you the space and time to dress yourself without the embarrassment of her being here. But as she brought up your state of undress, embarrassment was the last thing you felt. Only the love for your girlfriend was there. Her calm demeanor, her making sure to reassure you when your mind was playing tricks on you, her thoughtfulness to keep you busy after a mentally taxing night.

So you nodded, let her steal a soft kiss on your cheek, and watched her leaving the room, but not before throwing a wink at you, making you chuckle.

You still couldn’t believe that she was yours.

**********

“Well, I did like how you talked to me”

“Mhmm.” The only sign that she heard you.

It had been a few games since you sat down to enjoy the rest of your night. Both of you were now relaxed and felt confident enough to discuss how the good things of the night felt to you, what you both had liked or disliked.

“With that voice.” You added while playing the card you decided was better for your turn.

“This voice, babygirl?” She made sure to bring the husk up a few notches, which made you bite your lip and shake your head.

“Yes, that voice.” You responded in a chastising manner, although your poorly concealed smile betrayed the effect that her little antic had on you.

“Well I figured.” She said with a smirk, while looking at the stack of opened cards on the table before playing her own.

“I also figured that you would like my teeth.” She looked up at you.

“Oh, Gods!” You immediately exclaimed and brought your free hand up to cover your eyes.

“What, it was sexy!”

You felt the air around you getting hotter.

“And your tits are amazing.”

You felt your ears burning up.

“And tasty.”

“Please stop.” You tried to cut her off, before leaving the cards you were holding onto the table and bringing your other hand to cover your eyes, too.

“But you’re so cute when you get embarrassed.” Oh how this woman could taunt you.

You only lowered your hands and let your eyes do the talking, while also exposing your now reddened cheeks of your face, in the sight of which she only smiled a cocky grin. Clearly, she achieved her goal with her graphic descriptions.

“Okay, okay, but I have more if you change your mind.” You heard the amusement in her voice.

“Thank you.”

“Come on, your turn.” And as if nothing had happened she turned to look at her cards, seemingly contemplating her next play.

“Give me a minute, you distracted me!” Your hand was pretty unlucky tonight, your lead was down to two wins and she was not helping at all, fucking up your concentration.

“No worries.” She just relaxed in her chair, took a bite of her food and downed a few sips of whiskey.

As you were thinking about your next card you happened to take a glimpse at her, sitting on the opposite side of the table. You caught her looking over at you, relaxed body, arms in front of her, one hand holding the cards, the other playing with her glass, calm expression, amused smile, the corners of her mouth pulling upwards just so. Your reddened cheeks had just started to cool, but as soon as you saw her looking at you, you felt them getting hot again.

“What is it?” You asked just to fill the silence.

“What else did you like?” She asked after a beat with a lopsided smile.

And once again, the cards were abandoned as you put them down and crossed your hands in front of you, in thought of what to tell her. Honestly, you liked everything she did, and she had a good feeling of what you preferred, since you had discussed boundaries for your make-out sessions. But now this conversation felt different, not in a bad way though.

“Well you do know that I like it when you are in control.” And just like that your ears started burning again.

“When you make me do things.” You added, as your mind drifted back to her forcing your mouth open, to your tongue submitting to hers, to all the times she has bitten your lip and kept you there unable to move, gasping. You tried with all your might to not lick your lips at those thoughts.

Focus.

“Do you like being in control?” You asked her this time, to try and keep the conversation going. Also, you wanted to get ahead of any taunting comments she might have prepared.

“Hmm.” She seemed to think for a second, before taking another sip of her drink, her own cards also forgotten on the table.

“I do like it.” She admitted, while looking at her almost empty drink.

“And I like that you like it, too.” Her eyes were now on yours.

“That it makes you feel good.” She continued in a soft and raspy voice.

“Okay.” You acknowledged for the sake of responding.

And then you saw her looking down at the cards, furrowing her eyebrows, chewing the inside of her cheek. You also caught the same hurt expression that crossed her face just a couple hours ago, when you were rambling about stupid things that you couldn’t even remember.

“Sevika?” The silence was deafening.

You saw her licking her lip in thought and just extending her flesh hand towards you, which you immediately took in yours, allowing her to also hold you. You wanted to let her take her time, but your impatience made you squeeze her hand, to keep her going.

She finally looked up at you with those furrowed brows and you only responded with your expectant ones. She sighed and you could swear that you felt her squeezing your hand.

“You mentioned about me finding someone else, and my reputation.” Her voice was almost pensive and you hated it. You also hated the course that this conversation could take, but you tried to keep calm and let her tell you what she wanted.

“I know people talk, and I know what many of these stories are about.” Her thumb started the same soothing motions on the back of your hand, but this time it felt more for her sake instead for yours.

“And I also understand that you may have heard some things.” And that’s when she decided to lower her head and look down at the patterns her thumb was making on your hand.

It was true. Even before coming under Silco’s employment you knew about her and her reputation. In terms of violence, by this point you were accustomed to it. You were working together after all. You’ve seen her cracking skulls and giving bruises to anyone who deserved it. But that’s not what she was referring to, and you both knew it.

She was talking about the topic on which you had almost no experience. It was also one of the reasons you tried to steer clear from her when you first got the job. Word had it then that she was the talk of the brothel. She knew what she wanted and she was really good at taking it however, whenever and from whoever she wanted, and she would fuck hard and fast and deep and rough, leaving any girl blissfully unable to walk.

She would never boast about anything, though. Her business was her business and she was ever the professional, never commenting on anything. So everyone, including you, relied only on the rumors. And often these rumors would be accompanied with words like ‘restrains’ and ‘strap-on’ and ‘spent whores’ and by very explicitly described acts.

But eventually, mutual assignments forced you two closer, and now here you were, madly in love with each other, bearing your vulnerabilities for the other to see.

And now it was her turn.

“I know some things might be scary, or-” She cut herself off this time.

She took a moment to take a deep breath and the seconds that passed felt like hours.

“I- I would never hurt you.” She just said, and this time she looked up.

“I- ” And now it was your time to see her eyes tearing up.

She opened her mouth to speak, but after a few tries she didn’t have anything to say. But that was okay. You could read everything just by looking at her eyes. It was your job after all, and she was never hiding from you.

You could see the anxiety on her face of what she had just shared, of reminding you of all the rumors that you must have heard. You could see the fear in her eyes of how you would react. Fear of bombarding you with a sensitive subject after what happened just a couple hours ago in your bedroom. You could see and feel her flesh hand, still holding yours, trembling and cold with sweat, surely adding to the fear of her losing you, of you deciding that you would be better off with a more sensitive and gentle person.

No.

You didn’t dare to believe that there was a person more gentle than her. It didn’t even cross your mind that she would knowingly hurt you. It was clear as day in your mind, the rumors didn’t scare you one bit. The only fear right now was that you wouldn’t be able to bring her back from the hurt she was feeling.

So, you left her hand and stood up, chastising yourself after seeing her wide eyes, clearly thinking that you were done with her and were ready to leave. Your only goal was to get closer to her, so you tried to remedy the hurtful implications of your actions by hurriedly walking towards her.

When you finally closed the distance, you straddled her lap, sat on top of her thighs and brought both of your hands up to smooth her hair behind her ears. After that gesture, which you only hoped that helped her calm down, you kept your hands at the sides of her face, cradling her, with your eyes never leaving her confused ones.

You opened your mouth to say something, to reassure her, to let her know that you loved her, but words were not enough to express the amount of adoration and love you had for her. So you just leaned forward, while cradling her face, and brought your soft lips together in a gentle kiss, trying to pour into it all the words that you wanted her to know.

As soon as your lips met, you felt her sharp inhale, and not but a moment later you felt her pushing up against you, reciprocating the kiss with the same gentleness, as if she was trying to make known all the thoughts you needed to hear, too.

She was the one to break the kiss. You would feel disappointed, if not for her arms coming around you, hugging you close, and her burying her face in the crook of your neck. You took advantage of your raised position on her lap and Immediately you snaked your own arms over her strong shoulders and held her, as tight as you could.

You could feel her gentle breaths on your neck, as well as her torso expanding with every inhale, and her hands caressing your back. You didn’t want to leave her embrace, you were confident she could keep you on her lap indefinitely. So you let your head fall against hers and enjoyed the moment.

Although, it didn’t feel enough. You had to find the words. So you decided to start with the most confident phrase you knew to be true.

“I love you.” You said and turned to give her a kiss on the forehead.

You heard her take a deep breath, letting it out through her nose, tickling the spot on your neck where she was nestling, before pulling back and looking up at you.

“I love you, too.” The relief in her voice couldn’t hide the still lingering worry.

So you sighed through a timid smile and brought your hands back to the sides of her face.

“Rumors are just that, rumors.” She made to lower her head, but you held her there, making her keep looking up at you and she allowed it.

“I don’t care if they are true.” She furrowed her brows at that, confused at where you were going with this.

“I trust you.” Your voice even softer now.

“And I know you would never hurt me.” You continued.

“I would never.” She immediately added, and she tried to make sure that you heard her by bringing her hands from your back to your waist and gripping a little tighter, which only made you huff a smile.

It’s true that some of these rumors scared you, and maybe that was one of the reasons you froze up tonight, or all the other times after any heated make-out. But the more you got to think about it with a clearer mind, the more you realized that you were thinking irrationally. Maybe you both tried to take your relationship to the next step without either of you being ready, ready for yourselves and for each other. Maybe you were both horny and quick to act without discussing any lingering reservations.

Gods, what a day.

“Look, clearly this is something that we should discuss.” And now it was your turn to soothe her with gentle thumbs on her cheeks. “But I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

“Me neither.” The fact that her responses were leaving her lips this fast was making your heart skip a few beats, and making you fall in love with her thoughtfulness all over again.

I love her so much.

You could only smile at this point.

“Well, we’ll see about that, once I take back my three-win lead in a few moves.” You said as you let your hands reluctantly drop from her face and onto the tops of your legs, and gestured with your head behind you, where the cards were still waiting for the two of you.

It only took a second for her dumbfounded expression to be replaced by amused realization, as soon as she managed to process your words.

“Is that so?” She finally said with a breathy chuckle.

It was clear that she was thankful for the change of conversation. You both reached your limit for tonight and really needed to end on a happy note.

“Yeap, so can you let me go?” You gestured with your hands to where she was holding your waist, and you would swear that she gripped you a little tighter, making you arch a questioning eyebrow at her.

“I don’t know, you just said that you were ready to win.” She gave you a challenging eyebrow of her own.

You shook your head in amusement, ignoring her antics, and tried to get up from where you were straddling her, only for her to pull you back down on her lap.

“Okay, that’s cheating.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Oh, is it?” She was such a menace.

“Clearly.” Your stern voice did nothing to wipe the smile off her face. Especially when your own smile was so poorly hidden.

“Well, you could at least say the magic word.” She said with a smirk.

Such a menace.

Since you had to say the magic word, then that’s what you would do.

So, you uncrossed your arms and brought your hands to her shoulders, gliding them towards her neck, and finally resting them on the sides of her face, cradling her once again. Then you leaned forward, brought your nose to hers, gently nudging it, and finally you let your lips hover over her own, so that you could taste the whiskey in her breath.

“Can you please let me get up so I can win this game?” You pleaded with a saccharine voice and you felt really proud of yourself when you heard her audibly swallow, before pulling back to better look at her.

And what a sight she was.

Hooded eyes, an almost open mouth, wet lips and breathing heavy.

“Anything for you, baby.” Her only husky response as she took her hands off of you.

You tried not to show your disappointment or let your resolve falter as you stood up and made your way to your chair.

As soon as you took the cards in your hands you took a glance at her, only to find her still in the same place, relaxed in her chair, hands resting at the tops of her legs, not at all moving to pick her cards up. Only tired eyes and an adoring look on her face as she was looking over at you, once again an open book for you to read.

You chuckled, tilted your head, let your shoulders fall and returned the same adoring look, before gently coaxing her to pick up her cards, and her stalling by pouring another drink and lighting a cigar.

It may have taken a few minutes to get back to your game, but those moments were worth all the wait.

You didn’t get back your three-win lead that night, but you decided that you were looking forward to all the nights with her, trying to take those wins back, with warm leftovers and strong drinks and stolen peanuts.

**********

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I’d like to look like my hunky coworker! But I need some help doing that! He has hairy pits, big biceps, big beefy pecs, a nice bottom and he’s hung! Able to help me?

Phew! You're a long way from a hunk. Your colleague is really in a completely different league… But of course I can help you. Let me have a look… Listen carefully and do exactly what I tell you!

Thursday morning. The alarm goes off. It's 04:30. There is no complaining. You get up now. Got it? The large bowl of low-fat quark, protein powder and oatmeal mix is already prepared in your fridge. You eat it! Too much? I don't want to hear any whining, nothing comes from nothing. And I don't just want to change your appearance. A true alpha is characterized by discipline. Not laziness. And that's why you go to the gym at 05:00. The owner is your best friend. That's why you have the key. They don't actually open until 06:30. But then you wouldn't be able to do your morning routine before work. And your morning routine at the gym takes two and a half hours. You're still struggling at first. But slowly everything comes back to you. I mean, you're at home in the gym. How old are you now? 26 and a few months. You lifted iron for the first time when you were 16. And you never stopped. During high school and college, you focused on your career as a quarterback. But after you started working… No more time for football. Focus on your career. Focus on your body.

At 06:15, Mike comes over. He's working the early shift at reception today. His luck, your luck. Whoever has the early shift gets to relieve your first pressure of the day. You don't jerk off. Wanking is for losers. An alpha doesn't put his hand on his own cock. And Mike blows like a devil. And he knows exactly which protein shake you can use to make up for the loss of protein from your ejaculation.

The fact that the gym fills up quickly at 06:30 is also down to you. You're a legend here. Everyone wants to be like you. Everyone would love to have the honor of being the second person in the shower to relieve your pressure in an hour. A blowjob like that is okay, but before you go to the office, you have to have fucked an ass. But you're picky. The ass has to be tight. That's probably why it's always so crowded at the leg press in the morning.

Today, a college boy was lucky enough to have an ass that makes your huge powerful cock go off. And because he did his job well, he even gets to shave his cock and balls. He'll be able to tell his kids about that. If he ever fucks himself again. You won't remember his name. He's the tight ass who knows how to use a wet razor. That's all you need to remember. It's enough if he remembers that he has to address you as "Sir". Everyone has to do that. You're not like the others here. You are better. Much better. And therefore an arrogant asshole.

It's 08:15 when you get to the office. To the minute. You're always in the office at 08:15. That's when your coffee and muesli are on your desk. And your signature folder is exactly aligned next to it. You're not tidy, you're a control freak. At work. And in your private life. Not a hair on your perfectly coiffed head is not the way you want it. No colleague around you doesn't follow your lead.

You are only the second youngest department head in the company. Your hunky colleague did it a bit earlier. But you have the bigger biceps. And you're better hung than him. He knows that. And he really appreciates it. Usually around 10:30 a.m. during the breakfast break.

[bangtanintotheroom]

Birthday Licks (M)

• Pairing: Felix x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Smut, Established Relationship

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 1.4k

• Summary: What better gift to give your boyfriend something he’s always wanted, but didn’t know he needed?

• Warnings/themes: 🎵 birthday sex, birthday sex 🎵, lingerie, making out, handjobs, nipple play, hint of sub!Felix, c*mshot (hand), mentions of facesitting

• Notes: A bit late, but here’s a birthday drabble for my sunshine boy! 🎉 Please don’t ask me why this specific idea came to me for Felix, just take it and read, okay? Okay 😶✨

• Notes (2): And thanks to @minttangerines for looking it over for me! 💖

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

It’s a special guy’s birthday today and even though he insists on not doing anything drastic, you go all out.

Breakfast in bed, presents that you spent a little too much on and playing multiple rounds of League of Legends with Felix until both of your eyes start to strain. A perfect day spent indoors.

After digesting a filling dinner and dessert that the two of you struggled to finish together, you grab his hand. As soon as he turns to you, your expression shifts into one of coyness.

“I think it’s time I give you your last present.”

Felix’s expression is a mix of giddiness, curiosity and a twinge of lust. With a peck to his lips, you tell him to get comfy in bed while you go and freshen up in the bathroom.

You were able to sneak in a bag from one of your favorite lingerie shops earlier, containing a set that was guaranteed to blow his mind. After slipping on the white and angelic set, applying a touch of makeup and spritzing some perfume behind your ears, you were ready.

Stepping out and back into your shared bedroom, you weren’t surprised to see your boyfriend fixated on his phone, the sounds of familiar TikTok audios ringing out. If it wasn’t getting so late, you would just stand and watch as his pretty face lit up with laughter at the videos. But you were eager to give him his present now.

“Felix.”

Finally, his head came up. And the second he laid eyes on you, you knew you had made an excellent choice in attire.

“Are you my last present?”

A wave of goosebumps formed on your skin at the way he rasped the question while looking you over with a fine-tooth comb. But you played it cool on the surface, glossy lips curling while you rested your hands on your lace-covered hips.

“Yes, but you seem to be too occupied at the moment to really enjoy it.”

You manage to keep your laugh down enough to come out as a hyper giggle at the way your boyfriend tossed his phone onto the nightstand without looking (and missed).

“I’m always free for you, darling.”

As soon as he held his arms out towards you, you knew his attention was all yours.

Strutting over and onto the bed, he’s quick to wrap his arms around you and place his lips on yours. You take your time stripping Felix of every article of clothing before guiding his lean body to recline against the pillows gathered at the headboard. The way he watches as you carefully crawl over him has your heart fluttering even more.

Settling your hips directly above his, you manage to stay focused on your plan, despite the noticeable weight of his cock underneath your clothed core. After giving him a few more kisses, you start trailing them off his lips and onto his jawline, covering each inch before moving onto the defined column of his neck. Feeling the rumble and hearing the praises coming from him only encouraged your hands to come alive, roaming the trim expanse of his torso.

But there’s something that happens that throws you off-guard a bit.

Whenever your fingers or nails ran over his nipples, you’d feel his body stiffen or hear his breath hitch. The first couple of times, you thought it was the nips you placed on his neck that pulled those reactions. But when you scraped over one of the buds while your lips hovered above his collarbone, you felt his cock give a twitch under you.

It took everything in you not to smile mischievously.

You always had a feeling that Felix was partial to nipple play, but he never seemed to be willing to bring it up. Ever the respectful girlfriend, you didn’t bring it up. But now?

You had to give the birthday boy a gift he wouldn’t forget.

Scooting your body back to rest on his thighs now, you flashed a wicked smile when he looked at you with curiosity. In no time, you began pressing kisses to his chest, waiting until you felt him relax into the pillows again before beginning your sneak attack.

The second you lapped at his nipple, Felix jolted and gasped, “Y-Y/N—!”

Humming against his skin, you repeat the motion a few times before swirling the tip of your tongue around the dusky peak, savoring the groan that finally escaped his mouth. Pulling off, you gazed up at him, clenching at the almost needy way he looked.

“You like that, baby?”

It took him a moment, but he pushed through, cheeks and ears red as he replied, “Y-Yeah…”

“Want me to keep going?”

There was less pause this time in his response, a hand coming up to gently cradle the back of your head.

“Yes—” He carefully pushed you close to his dampening chest. “Please—”

He didn’t need to say more. Your mouth was quick to keep laving at him, giving the neglected side some attention after a while. Why didn’t you do this earlier? The way your boyfriend was reacting was satisfying you in a way that was unexpected.

Felix’s hand remained on your head, the hold tightening at certain points when the pleasure got to be too much for him. But never too harsh. He would never want to hurt you.

Especially when one of your hands slipped down to grasp his cock, the unexpected contact making him give a sharp cry that had your hips twitching.

But the edge softened into a moan as you started slowly jerking him off, just the way he liked it. That combined with your mouth had him put his guard down completely, giving into the bliss you were providing.

It was clear by his reactions that he was enjoying this, but you just had to hear it straight from his mouth. You pulled off to husk, “Feels good, Fe?”

“Uh huh—“

The sheer desperation that came out of his mouth only pushed you furthermore, adding light scrapes and digs of your teeth into the mix. Hearing Felix get louder only made your panties wetter and your desire grow. The way his hips quickly bucked and rolled into your hold had you wishing it was your pussy instead.

Soon, soon.

But out of nowhere, you hear a familiar groan, swiftly followed by a throbbing in your grip before something hot and wet coats your hand. The shock of it makes you pull your lips off, a tiny string of spit connecting while you peer up at Felix with awe. The sheer bashfulness on his face gave away what occurred.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry…”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, sitting up straight as you brought your clean hand up to stroke one of his flaming cheeks.

“Don’t be. It just means you really enjoyed yourself, right?”

Felix avoided your gaze for a second, but returned it as he nodded shyly.

“Yeah…I really did. Thank you, baby.”

You smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Should’ve asked me to do this sooner if you were gonna make all those noises.”

Your boyfriend groaned, pouting as he looked off to the side.

“I wasn’t sure how you’d react, so I didn’t bother…”

You shook your head, giving that same cheek a light pinch now. “Closed mouths don’t get fed, Felix. I’m open to whatever suggestions you have in that cute brain of yours.”

Now you caught his attention again, giddy at the way he grinned at you now.

“Yes ma’am. Speaking of suggestions…”

Your interest piqued when he took a hold of your hips, a thumb rubbing above the band of your garter belt.

“Mind if I give one right now?”

Something told you that he’d have an interesting one, so you humored him with approval. A dark brow raised as he lowered his voice further than usual, “Can you sit on my face?”

Everything about that question shot straight to your core, body shifting in place.

“Like I would say no. Don’t you want more than that, though?”

“Of course, but it’s gonna take me a moment to catch up. Besides—”

Felix leaned in, nose pressed to yours as he whispered naughtily, “I’m not done unwrapping my present.”

There was no way you two were going to bed within the next hour, was there?

You didn’t mind at all, reflecting his tone as you breathed, “Anything for the birthday boy.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Viego NSFW

i love writing darker themes, i wish i wasn't such a coward about posting them though

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he's not done after sex, he'll nuzzle your neck and press kisses to your shoulders mumbling about how gorgeous you are, how beautiful, what a lucky man he is, he'll kiss behind your ear and if he can get you to go for another round he'll absolutely try.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): you are perfect in Viego's eyes ,you are the air he wants to breathe and the sun that shines in his life, he loves you as you are, he'd kiss the ground you walk on honestly.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): there is nothing better for Viego than marking you ,he'll cum on your face and then kiss you, he'll press down on your throat until bruising appears, he looks at those markings fondly and with pride.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Viego loves you, that's no lie, but he also wants to ruin you, he wants to see you as no man or woman has and will ever see you, he is not a good man, he wants you debauched and ruined for others simple as that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): i can definitely see him as someone who fucked around a lot, making promises and breaking hearts until he found the one.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): anything where he can look at all of you, he wants to be able to look at every single shift in expression you have, the slack jawed pleasure, the way you throw your head back , the furrow of your brow when you cum, everything.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): i think it depends on his mood, i can't see him as tolerating something like that when he is more  ruined king  than viego, he'd definitely get defensive and angry if you laughed during sex ,thinking you are laughing at him, mocking him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he is practically hairless, so he doesn't have to do much.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is definitely full of passion, he'll call you every name there is in the book, he'll kiss his way up and down your body, he'll look at you as if you are the sun that shines just for him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he doesn't masturbate, he has you, but he would definitely want you to watch him if he does, telling you to watch what you do to him and then pulling you to aid him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): sadism, body worship, humiliation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): anywhere anytime, there could be an army around and he'd still fuck you, have you tell everyone who you belong to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): viego wants you to return the favour ,he wants you to want him as much as he wants you. call him your king, your one and only, tell him you love him and he is ready to take you right then and there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): no brainer, but definitely share, viego doesn't share his toys- i mean loved one.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he wants you on your knees, looking up to him prettily waiting for him ,he wants to see tears runs down your face as he hits the back of your throat and hear your voice wrecked when you tell him how much you love him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Fast and rough, he fucks you to claim you, he'll start out slow ,almost sweet, but it always ends up with his hands around your throat and his lips growling softly in your ear.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he loves quickies, he'll have you anywhere and anytime he wants you and is especially thrilled if you seek him out, the thing is, he is bad at letting them stay as quickies and a quick session might end up dragging for hours if you don't try to stop him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): yes to both, he'll try out things that come in his mind in a whim and is always ready to fulfill your every desire.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he is not a human, so i do not think he tires as humans do.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): not really, in his eyes ,he is the only thing you need, and he can please you like nothing else can.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can't tease you, he simply won't deny you, but that doesn't mean you pleading with him won't backfire into him overstimulating you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): viego is not quite, viego talks, a lot, he talks about what he dreams about when it comes to you, about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are ,and the closer he gets the more obsessive the things he tells you get, he'll growl and tell you to call him your king, your everything.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): viego definitely has a corruption kink, he'll coax you into trying things you've never tried before, he wants to have your every new experience, and when that is not enough, he'll find something else that is entirely new for you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i can see him having a very average size penis, but a very pretty one with a pink tip when he was alive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Viego yearns, he doesn't have a sex drive ,he yearns ,he longs to touch you, to feel you, he is only alive between the moments you two touch so he is always chasing that high, always needing you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): does Viego even sleep? If he does he spends a lot of time simply watching you sleep before he drifts off himself, he'll brush his fingers through your hair and burn the image of your face in his mind.