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Nice hat. Pretty hair. Great tits. And had probably just noticed her briefly lingering stare, so Sejuani turned away. Back to her nonchalant drinking, paying no heed to anyone or anything. That was the only good thing about Bilgewater really, being able to drink and mostly be left alone. So it came as quite the surprise when heels clacked loudly towards her, the red head slammed her into the wall without a word.
A mischievous smirk decorated her face, and as Sejuani opened her mouth to say something, probably very rude, a powerful kiss silenced her, tongue invading her and dancing around like she own both mouths. The woman was weaker, but her pin was an awkward position and she was unprepared. Regrettably she had to sit here and be kissed, which in hindsight, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She was just waiting for an end and an explanation.
Post-kiss, Sarah turned to a group of men that looked as if they had not bathed in a century and grinned with pride. “See! Told ye that I would kiss a girl- now hand over yer payment. We had a deal James.” Sarah began to walk back over to her table, only stopping at the bartender’s counter to ask for another round of beer for her men. Back at her table she opened her hand and had a few glimmering coins placed in her palm.
Fortune then continued on and boasted about Ionian girls and their fantastic legs to a few of her crew, only pausing to turn her head over her right shoulder and mischievously wink at the woman with the stoic face and the enchanting eyes. Looking back and lowering her voice she spoke to her men.
“Probably didn’t have to pay me to kiss ‘er.”
So that was it? A bet. Rude, encroaching on her personal space and violating her without warning, for a few coins? No skill with a tongue was going to abate Sejuani now, verbally or otherwise. Not even a small fortune, a few coins. The attempted flirt, easily overheard with the ears of one who listens to track pay in blizzards and was no stranger to the background noise of bars, didn’t help.
Still she had a suitable response, and walked over in a powerful stride, staring down at the tiny red head. And in her own without warning move, picked her up and threw her the entire length of the bar. Then she simply turned to the same group of men. “See, told you I could throw her the entire length without her hitting the floor. No need to pay me though, the look on her face was payment enough.”
Sarah’s body slammed into a wall back first, knocking the wind straight from her lungs. It took a moment to process what just happened, and another moment to catch her breath. But once she had done so she stood up and reached for Awe and pointed at the surprisingly aggressive woman. Sarah clutched her side when she stood because doing that she felt a sharp pain. Yep. Rib was definitely broken.
Her shipmates mimicked by drawing their own weapons. Sarah was infuriated, what the FUCK was this broad’s problem? “DO YE KNOW WHO I AM?!” Sarah yelled causing the bar to go dead silent. “Twas awful rude to shove me aside- and to think I thought you were cute!” The Captain hollered. “Yer fuckin’ lucky I don’t give you another kiss- but this time with steel.” She threatened.
Wounded. Sure. And pointing a gun at her. Not unexpected in the Bilge, and nor was crew loyalty. Everyone had a friend or a team to join in the drawing swords and guns towards her. She kept her arms open, turned and smiled.
“You are someone who presumes it is ok to simply walk up and kiss me. Perhaps you think I am below you, that you are out of my league and I would be hopelessly dumbstruck. This is not so. I am out of your league by miles. You are someone who thinks pointing a few guns at me is enough to scare me. You and your men have one shot each, and I am still in armor. Armor which has taken bullets before. If by the time you are done shooting, how many of you do you think will be alive long enough to reload? You think I fear you? That I desire you? That calling me cute makes forcing yourself on me ok? No. I am terrifying. I could have killed you there and then if I wanted. No. I don’t need to know who you are, I know who you are going to be. You are the woman who is going to buy me a drink as an apology.”
“See, that pretty little face of yers ain’t covered with armor-” Sarah trailed off and looked at Sejuani’s armor clad body. “Elbows, kneecaps…” At each body part’s name, she pointed her pistol. “Countin’ my men and I, we have six bullets each. One for yer face, two for yer knees, two for yer elbows…” Fortune giggled. “No one out-shoots me so I could just put ye down like the animal you are right now...” She shrugged and put Shock and Awe in her gun holsters.
“But with a face like that I couldn’t put holes in ye.” Signaling for her men to disarm themselves, the Captain sighed. “I’ll get you a drink if you get me one, to make up for the bruised ribcage.”
She didn’t move. Yes, some parts of her lacked armor. She was also faster than she looked, and had more than a few runic and defensive charms in place. Royalty didn’t waltz into Bilgewater and not prepare to get shot, especially given her tendency to drink and start fights. But there was no need to test the defenses, or for any violence. A begrudging nod instead.
“Many people have tried, and it wouldn’t end well for you. I have had dragons, trolls, yeti’s and ursine put holes in me, or take chunks out of me. not stopped me yet. Fine, sure. One of whatever she is having. But these hangers on can leave. They are not nearly as sightly as you. They smell horrific and clearly have as much hygiene as a Noxian street urchin. They are not worthy of my company.”
“How do I know you won’t assault me?” Sarah inquired and raised her eyebrow at the Freljordian, sitting at the bar and ordering a rum. Fortune then turned around to face the unnervingly aggressive woman and scowled at her proper way of speaking. “I trust my men with my life, so how can I trust my life with someone like ye? After all it seems all you speak is threats and intimidation.”
Sarah turned over her shoulder to the bar top and ushered the men outside. “They’re gonna be right outside that there door. Try anythin’ funny blondie, and I’ll have yer head.” Taking her drink and eagerly sipping.
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Nice hat. Pretty hair. Great tits. And had probably just noticed her briefly lingering stare, so Sejuani turned away. Back to her nonchalant drinking, paying no heed to anyone or anything. That was the only good thing about Bilgewater really, being able to drink and mostly be left alone. So it came as quite the surprise when heels clacked loudly towards her, the red head slammed her into the wall without a word.
A mischievous smirk decorated her face, and as Sejuani opened her mouth to say something, probably very rude, a powerful kiss silenced her, tongue invading her and dancing around like she own both mouths. The woman was weaker, but her pin was an awkward position and she was unprepared. Regrettably she had to sit here and be kissed, which in hindsight, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She was just waiting for an end and an explanation.
Post-kiss, Sarah turned to a group of men that looked as if they had not bathed in a century and grinned with pride. “See! Told ye that I would kiss a girl- now hand over yer payment. We had a deal James.” Sarah began to walk back over to her table, only stopping at the bartender’s counter to ask for another round of beer for her men. Back at her table she opened her hand and had a few glimmering coins placed in her palm.
Fortune then continued on and boasted about Ionian girls and their fantastic legs to a few of her crew, only pausing to turn her head over her right shoulder and mischievously wink at the woman with the stoic face and the enchanting eyes. Looking back and lowering her voice she spoke to her men.
“Probably didn’t have to pay me to kiss ‘er.”
So that was it? A bet. Rude, encroaching on her personal space and violating her without warning, for a few coins? No skill with a tongue was going to abate Sejuani now, verbally or otherwise. Not even a small fortune, a few coins. The attempted flirt, easily overheard with the ears of one who listens to track pay in blizzards and was no stranger to the background noise of bars, didn’t help.
Still she had a suitable response, and walked over in a powerful stride, staring down at the tiny red head. And in her own without warning move, picked her up and threw her the entire length of the bar. Then she simply turned to the same group of men. “See, told you I could throw her the entire length without her hitting the floor. No need to pay me though, the look on her face was payment enough.”
Sarah’s body slammed into a wall back first, knocking the wind straight from her lungs. It took a moment to process what just happened, and another moment to catch her breath. But once she had done so she stood up and reached for Awe and pointed at the surprisingly aggressive woman. Sarah clutched her side when she stood because doing that she felt a sharp pain. Yep. Rib was definitely broken.
Her shipmates mimicked by drawing their own weapons. Sarah was infuriated, what the FUCK was this broad’s problem? “DO YE KNOW WHO I AM?!” Sarah yelled causing the bar to go dead silent. “Twas awful rude to shove me aside- and to think I thought you were cute!” The Captain hollered. “Yer fuckin’ lucky I don’t give you another kiss- but this time with steel.” She threatened.
Wounded. Sure. And pointing a gun at her. Not unexpected in the Bilge, and nor was crew loyalty. Everyone had a friend or a team to join in the drawing swords and guns towards her. She kept her arms open, turned and smiled.
“You are someone who presumes it is ok to simply walk up and kiss me. Perhaps you think I am below you, that you are out of my league and I would be hopelessly dumbstruck. This is not so. I am out of your league by miles. You are someone who thinks pointing a few guns at me is enough to scare me. You and your men have one shot each, and I am still in armor. Armor which has taken bullets before. If by the time you are done shooting, how many of you do you think will be alive long enough to reload? You think I fear you? That I desire you? That calling me cute makes forcing yourself on me ok? No. I am terrifying. I could have killed you there and then if I wanted. No. I don’t need to know who you are, I know who you are going to be. You are the woman who is going to buy me a drink as an apology.”
“See, that pretty little face of yers ain’t covered with armor-” Sarah trailed off and looked at Sejuani’s armor clad body. “Elbows, kneecaps...” At each body part’s name, she pointed her pistol. “Countin’ my men and I, we have six bullets each. One for yer face, two for yer knees, two for yer elbows...” Fortune giggled. “No one out-shoots me so I could just put ye down like the animal you are right now...” She shrugged and put Shock and Awe in her gun holsters.
“But with a face like that I couldn’t put holes in ye.” Signaling for her men to disarm themselves, the Captain sighed. “I’ll get you a drink if you get me one, to make up for the bruised ribcage.”
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"Seat taken!"
Kengou blinked in surprise as the red haired woman made herself known and felt, sitting in his lap. “Comfy?” He muttered out sarcastically, his face flat as if a deadpan.
“Of course you would.” Kengou teased, moving away from her breasts to unzip the lush dress so that it pooled at her feet. “But right now, you’re at my mercy. So get ready to enjoy it.”
“Yes sir mister Kengou…” Sarah said as her flushed skin met the cold air sending shivers throughout her body and goosebumps on her arms. Looking over her shoulder into the other’s eyes. “Don’t hold back.”
He smirked. “I never planned to hold back to begin with.” He yanked at her panties and began to finger her pussy with reckless abandon. All the while, his cock was starting to press against her ass as he grew aroused.
Moaning in response, she pressed her now bare ass against his contained cock. "Mmmhm...K-Kengou-bend me over and fuck me on the bar counter..." Pausing and oh so hoping he would treat her REALLY roughly and doing whatever he wants...maybe pull her hair a little.
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"Seat taken!"
Kengou blinked in surprise as the red haired woman made herself known and felt, sitting in his lap. “Comfy?” He muttered out sarcastically, his face flat as if a deadpan.
“You’re a smart woman Fortune. I’m pretty sure you can realize what I’m getting at.” Both hands controlled the red head’s hips, making her move to mach his tempo of grinding. It wasn’t the dancing she wanted but it was damn sexual.
“Mmmm…” She leaned back, her face closer to Kengou. At this distance he could probably smell her perfume and the smell of alcohol on her lips mixed with the scent of cherry lipgloss. “Oh I do…I’d just love to hear ya say it…” Sarah wants to talk dirtayyyy.
“What’s a little sex between friends right?” A hand slid up the pretty dress to rest dangerously close under her bust. “Let’s be honest, there’s plenty of sexual tension between us right now.”
Her hand met his and guided it up to her breast, placing it ontop. “Yes indeed…” Sarah bit her lip and squeezed her hand on his, letting him cop a feel. “Show me what ya got, mister Kengou.”
Kengou didn’t hold back, groping her breast through her dress. “Is that a challenge Fortune? I’m going to warn you now, you might regret having me go all out. Especially in such a nice dress.”
"I could buy another." Sarah murmured and gasped softly at the other's sudden aggressive touching. Oh but she loved it. "C'mon Kengou...entertain me."
Head of the Hand
Bounty hunter, not an assassain. Being mistaken for one was common but Sarah operated within the legal limits of blowing peoples heads off for cold hard cash. She was no criminal, but in fact was a criminal’s worst nightmare. Unlike Fortune many of those who pursued taking lives as a career had limitations to their line of work. A few rules for example:
No killing pregnant women, or children, or anything that might cloud someone’s conscience for the rest of their lives.
No gruesome or inhumane murder. Execution style preferred.
Or the most common rule amongst the murder industry-
No political figures. None. Nada. Zip.
Sarah Emily Fortune however could not give a wharf rat’s left testicle about rules. Open to any type of killing, Captain Fortune was just the right kinda gal to get the job done. She made it personal without you having to do it yourself. Crafting each murder to let the victim know exactly who sent the red headed head hunter after them. But back to Sarah “fuck rules I am far too rebellious for those” Fortune who just got a note delivered to her by someone who wished to remain anonymous.
The letter was sealed with what she recognized as a Demacian seal. Unfortunately Sarah had little to no knowledge of family names in the royal countries so she was not able to identify the sender, but judging by the fancy swirly patterns in the shape of a sort-of wing she got the hint that it was someone prestigious. And a person who did not want their hands dirty. Grasping a dagger in her right hand she opened the letter and removed a piece of yellow paper. Sarah always struggled with reading (after all she had no proper education) but she could get by. Just skip a few words, read in between the lines and-
Well well.
Someone is willing to pay a pretty penny for the head of the hand.
The Hand of Noxus to be precise.
Sarah whistled in disbelief. “Knew people didn’t like those bloodthirsty Noxians but to pay this amount- yer vendetta would have to be one hell of a grudge.” She mumbled to herself and began to ponder how in Runeterra she ever could get near the man. He seemed so untouchable- his mere NAME dripped power.
“Get in, get out. Simple enough...” Sarah bit her bottom lip. Of course that was easier said than done. The location of Darius would be easy enough. A big man in a big family in a big house stuck out like a sore thumb.
And so Sarah Fortune began to sniff out all of the information she could on the Hand. Sailing from person to person all over the place, getting new leads and hearing new secrets. Her conclusion was that the man was very in touch with his own sexuality yet was surprisingly emotional. Sarah had the exact same qualities within herself, loved sex, but only for fun. She never mixed sex with business. But for nine hundred thousand gold coins she would at least have to CONSIDER it. As reassurance along her trek she told herself she would kill Darius just before they fucked.
“Simple plan. Fake fuck, cut his throat. Or bite his dick off.” Sarah mumbled to herself. All of her information that she gathered along her two month long trip told her that every once in a while Darius goes to a tavern to drink inbetween business ventures. At that time she would strike. So when the night came she dressed in a tight fitting purple dress and six inch heels, her handbag carrying a small (but sharp) dagger, lipstick, and quite a sum of money. Approaching the tavern she had been informed of but paused just before opening the door.
“You can do this, Sarah. Get in, get out.”
And she entered, immediately spotting the large man with the broadest shoulders in the bar.
// I’m actually getting fairly close to my 1 year anniversary of this blog.
Plus, I’m also getting more and more close to 1000 followers.
Meaning I should do 2 really big giveaways…. and I have nothing to give. I can’t draw for shit, I can’t actually buy RP to give because I know personally what it feels like to not be able to use that plus its hella expensive in my country, and I doubt my writing skills are anything close to being a good prize for a 1000 follower giveway.
I’m in a really big pickle. Gonna have to figure something out
get some cool stickers and mail em out! everybody likes stickers.
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Darius birthday is 5/23 and mine is 4/23 23…is also my lucky number. So I approve of this.
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Nice hat. Pretty hair. Great tits. And had probably just noticed her briefly lingering stare, so Sejuani turned away. Back to her nonchalant drinking, paying no heed to anyone or anything. That was the only good thing about Bilgewater really, being able to drink and mostly be left alone. So it came as quite the surprise when heels clacked loudly towards her, the red head slammed her into the wall without a word.
A mischievous smirk decorated her face, and as Sejuani opened her mouth to say something, probably very rude, a powerful kiss silenced her, tongue invading her and dancing around like she own both mouths. The woman was weaker, but her pin was an awkward position and she was unprepared. Regrettably she had to sit here and be kissed, which in hindsight, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She was just waiting for an end and an explanation.
Post-kiss, Sarah turned to a group of men that looked as if they had not bathed in a century and grinned with pride. “See! Told ye that I would kiss a girl- now hand over yer payment. We had a deal James.” Sarah began to walk back over to her table, only stopping at the bartender’s counter to ask for another round of beer for her men. Back at her table she opened her hand and had a few glimmering coins placed in her palm.
Fortune then continued on and boasted about Ionian girls and their fantastic legs to a few of her crew, only pausing to turn her head over her right shoulder and mischievously wink at the woman with the stoic face and the enchanting eyes. Looking back and lowering her voice she spoke to her men.
“Probably didn’t have to pay me to kiss ‘er.”
So that was it? A bet. Rude, encroaching on her personal space and violating her without warning, for a few coins? No skill with a tongue was going to abate Sejuani now, verbally or otherwise. Not even a small fortune, a few coins. The attempted flirt, easily overheard with the ears of one who listens to track pay in blizzards and was no stranger to the background noise of bars, didn’t help.
Still she had a suitable response, and walked over in a powerful stride, staring down at the tiny red head. And in her own without warning move, picked her up and threw her the entire length of the bar. Then she simply turned to the same group of men. “See, told you I could throw her the entire length without her hitting the floor. No need to pay me though, the look on her face was payment enough.”
Sarah's body slammed into a wall back first, knocking the wind straight from her lungs. It took a moment to process what just happened, and another moment to catch her breath. But once she had done so she stood up and reached for Awe and pointed at the surprisingly aggressive woman. Sarah clutched her side when she stood because doing that she felt a sharp pain. Yep. Rib was definitely broken.
Her shipmates mimicked by drawing their own weapons. Sarah was infuriated, what the FUCK was this broad's problem? "DO YE KNOW WHO I AM?!" Sarah yelled causing the bar to go dead silent. "Twas awful rude to shove me aside- and to think I thought you were cute!" The Captain hollered. "Yer fuckin' lucky I don't give you another kiss- but this time with steel." She threatened.
Hey! Can you guys reblog this if you are willing to roleplay some horror or darker themes?
“love at first sight? aha no you misheard i said love at first fight as in we punched each other until we got tired and decided to bang.”
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