#duckduckparry

[stahri]

duckduckparry replied to your photo “my wife and husband don’t have pupils and i never know what they’re...”

ahri short

ur short fuck off

[stahri-art]

Gently strokes her tails 👀

A quiet purring sound before she straightens up, pretending that didn’t just happen. “Um. Hey, Fiora.”

[defensator1]

@duckduckparry | cont. 

the idea caitlyn has been the sole soul to try to entertain conversation doesn’t seem too odd; while the sheriff is reserved and quite no-nonsense, she has a dutiful mind---and if duty means keeping them in good graces of more than just demacian royalty for better treaties, then so be it. he wonders briefly why they hadn’t tasked caitlyn alone with the job, so much better suited for her than for a brash one like himself, but he knows it’s part of his mantle as defender. caitlyn should return home soon, to keep watch of the city, and it’s true he had mellowed out after adapting to his persona of piltover’s poster boy, yet still, the only thing keeping that infamous sharp tongue of his in check was his sense of duty, too. 

duty to piltover, duty to its image. 

he never liked socialization, let alone all the intricacies that revolve it regarding diplomacy, such things sounding much out of the scope of an academic like himself, but right then, at very least, he’s glad fiora seems... personable, despite her fearsome reputation. that alone looks and sounds lengths better than anything he’s gotten from the few other blue-blooded demacians he’s met.

“fiora it is, then,” and it frankly feels odd not to use honorifics after so many specifications made by advisors hired by giopara, but he’ll take it, for sure, his smile perhaps turning a touch closer to relieved for a split second before turning a touch cheeky. “i trust the sheriff has been good company, but rumor has it she’s the less entertaining one between of us two.”

---it wouldn’t really be jayce if he didn’t live up to his ego, after all. 

[kissmequietlyunderthesheets]

Tie me with twine and call me pretty uwu @duckduckparry .

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Here again in how many days? Oh Fiora, this was starting to become a bad habit. 

She laughs under her breath, wondering how greedy this duelist must be to ask her of all people for words and whispers. She is gentle with her touches, trailing fingers up shoulders and into Fiora’s hair, softly massaging and playing with loose strands. The blindfold is next for reasons the musician won’t state, but really - her pet doesn’t need to see to be pampered, does she?

No, she doesn’t. Seated there so innocently, so wanting, so pleading, it would be rude of Sona not to oblige that carnal whimpering coming from ‘The Grand Duelist.’ Twine and strings raise at her behest, her fingers float around Fiora’s wrists as soft fabrics and strings clamp hands together. There is much skin left to wander through, much to unfurl and unravel before she ties the other up completely.

But she has time, the night is still young, and her fingers are already working to undo buttons and zippers and restraints, to freely display the curves of a certain body - to see just how pretty she is. Sona doesn’t have words, but she has kisses, tender and feather-light against the ears and shoulders, against each bit of skin newly revealed. Perhaps she will be kind enough to grace Fiora with a surprise, kind enough to use not her voice but her breath alone in softest whisper - no rumble or hum, no vibration but only silent exhale that forms words. Soft, quiet, unmistakable words.

She laughs under her breath and lifts her blinded and bound but oh-so-willing captive, kissing all along bare skin as she brings Fiora to her bed. As she brings more twine and fabric and slides her fingers to ankles, thighs, to stomach and breast, weaving her hands and her love left and right until this pretty little stranger is a work of art. Bound, beautiful, and on display for her,  offered affections and soft presses of lips to hair and heart alike in payment for this service. For being good, patient, kind and quivering, for the opportunity to make a symphony.

But the night is still young ,and art is not meant to be displayed on walls and never touched. It is meant to be felt, touched, heard, enjoyed, embraced, to be luxuriated in and hungered for. She has the means and the time, only stopping to glance at the door and will it to close, to hide them away. “Very pretty,” she sings most clearly as the door clicks shut.

Sona sighs, glancing from her kitchen table at the couch. This really was starting to become a bad habit. Fiora had fallen asleep on her couch again, and she had given her a pleasant dream... Though the musician had to wonder just what it was. No no, that wasn’t her business. It would be rude to peek, she already decided this. No matter how curious she is. No matter how she sees Fiora’s heart race and skin flush from idle touches that had once meant nothing... 

These dreams were just dreams, weren’t they? Sona frowns a tad, worried of just how much those little fantasies were affecting Fiora’s reality. She wouldn’t want to cause an addiction or have the duelist crumple in pleasure from an innocent kiss on the cheek... No, she was overthinking it, surely. Just let Fiora enjoy her idle fantasies, and don’t peek. It isn’t your business to know the hearts of others, she reminds herself, even if Fiora is... moaning... on her couch. Sona groans and moves her to the guest room for privacy’s sake, then huffs. At least one of us gets to enjoy themselves.

[zyrc]

Leona can raw me any day and I'd thank her each time

[louisvqiyana]

uhhhhh fioraxquinn and fioraxashe bc heartseekers

Fio and Ashe? (HeartQueens)

Fiora and Quinn 

hmmmm

(FrenchBird) 

[ask-nami]

Smoomch her

Nami pulls the other down to her height, eager to lock lips with the duelist. “Stop making me wait and let’s make out,” she says, excitement creeping into her voice.

[seliniakocharitos]

ACCIDENTALLY BATS HER WITH A BROOM. " Ah fuck..I'm sorry, I thought you were that raccoon that keeps rummaging my fridge. Sorry dear. "

Slowly, a hand reaches out, grabs the broom, and with a surprising show of strength for a woman her age, yanks the broom away, a glare being tossed the other woman’s way.

“I didn’t realize raccoons started clearing six feet tall. Guess they can start looking that way if you aren’t paying attention,” she grumbled out through clenched teeth.