@huntedfuryāāā :Ā Ā Ā He slips up behind her, silent as always, even in the wake of victory. There is the sound of a magazine clip falling free as he lay his sniper against the nearby wall, and instead uses that grip to seek her waist. Chest to back, Sova nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling softly. He smells of gun residue and sweat and blood. Her? She still smells divine. One hand splays across her abdomen as he cranes his head to kiss lightly at her ear. āYou are incredible.ā
āĀ Ā Ā unprompted!
Before I get into any details, I want to say that it has been so much fun being able to write for Miss Fortune for three years. For the first time in a long while, Iāve had fun writing for one muse and Iām happy I was able to find that in Sarah. She helped me rekindle some friendships, make new friendships, and show me that there has been someone in my life that Iāve had chemistry with for the five years of knowing him. While I may be indifferent about the league rp community, I am still happy to be here so ⦠thank you for allowing me to continue to write for Miss Fortune!Ā ā”
Now onto the main reason for this post ⦠to show my gratitude I will be doing an RP giveaway. Iāve some rules set for this giveaway and I will get into them. This giveaway will be going for until the 31st of May and will be done randomly.
The rules go as follow:
It is a MUST we are mutuals. ( please check before anything, thank you! )
Please do not follow for the giveaway and then unfollow if you donāt win. (Thatās honestly just a dick move imo. )
You only have to like and reblog once to be entered!
You have to be on the NA server for me to send anything.
Last but not least, have fun!
First place: 25$ of rp. ļ¼ Second place: 10$ of rp. ļ¼ Third place: 5$ of rp.
hey hey ! we might not interact much but MY GOD!! your themes and aesthetics blow me away. youāre so genuine and passionate for your muse, and thatās something i always adore to see. seeing you on my dash always reminds me how in touch you are with your muse, and that you get to have so much fun while writing. i hope to se so so so much more from you in the future!Ā
Welcome to the VALORANT RPC - a Discord server devoted to Riotās up and coming first person shooter: VALORANT. This server is used to bring together the collective of us interested in roleplaying characters in the VALORANTĀ universe, as well as spread information on the game and itās lore.Ā
JOIN IF:
- you have or are considering a muse set in the VALORANTĀ universe
- you have or are considering adding an alternative universe that features VALORANTĀ for a non-canon character
- you are interested in VALORANTĀ and the world it is bringing to life
- Multimuses + Non-canon characters welcome!Ā
THERE IS A CHANCE HE MAY DIE HERE, NOT by the hand of an enemy assassin or stray bullet, but by the heat pounding through his veins, by the savored intonation of that sweet, sweet voice. He tries to be gentle; he always tries. Sheās too beautiful to desecrate in the way heās fond off, too angelic to taint with dark desire and unsatisfied need. But when she speaks to him like that, presses against him like that⦠He is unable to deny her.
Deft fingertips grip the side of her cheeks in one hand, the side of his own countenance pressed to hers, so that lips may seek out a delicate ear. His bowed over her body slightly, chest to back, and that remaining free arm is braced about her waist to keep them pressed. They are joined at the core, Sova hilted deep within wet warmth and the pistoning of his hips slow and measured. Itās an exercise of the deepest parts of his patience, a call for him to treat her gently, like the angel she is but⦠again, that pleading. He cannot help but shudder in response, cannot help the way a strong arm tightens around her, breathing coming out a low hiss in her ear, and he obeys.
Rough hands grip Sageās own, raising them to brace her arms against the wall before them. His hand at her face drops free, but his lips remain, sucking lightly at her earlobe, her jaw, while digits coil around slim hips, and he grows savage in response. Gone is the gentle restraint that he had previously maintained, replace entirely by the beast within, the one that ravaged the woman against him, hips ruthless in their thrusts and his nails digging crescent shaped bruises against pale flesh. He is unforgiving, unrelenting, the pace not slowing, not at all gentle. Gods above, she felt amazing, and he cannot help but growl almost possessively, a particularly brutal thrust earning her a soft moan of pleasure, as teeth sunk into her nape before husky tones found her ear. A tongue drags along the outer shell, and he chuckles, low and deep within his chest, as the shift from gentle and charming to lustful and rough is completed in his mind.
Ā Ā ā Is this what you want, Ā ŠŠ½Š³ŠµŠ»? ā And a hand dips southwards, betwixt her thighs to seek the bud of pleasure with ruthless precision. ā Dirty girl, I will give you what you need. ā