Leo asking you to bring him one of his Katanas from where it rests in the dojo, hung on the wall for easy access. Watching you confidently walk up to the bottom closest one, wrapping your hands around it's saya, smaller hands barely fitting around it.
He can't help but watch the way your arms sag when you lift it from the mount, tiny sound escaping your throat. Of course it's too heavy, bigger than even the most traditional blade, fit just for him to handle and swing.
"You wanna try and take it out?" His tone is light, teasing, but it triggers some fire in your eyes. Very confidently you try and fit a hand around it's hilt, raising your arm and lifting the sword from it's sheath. Your wrist bends awkwardly, and at that moment it's realized the blade is too long for you to simply pull out.
"Uh," You grunt, trying to lift your arm higher, huffing when you only see more silver and no end. "I think it's too big for me..."
"Aaaww, keep going you got it." He steps a little closer but his arms stays folded. "Lay it down and pull it out."
"Leo-" "Just do it."
You roll your eyes but oblige him, laying it down as gently as you can, only a quarter untucked.
"Go on."
You shuffle on your knees toward the handle. That beautiful sight of you holding it, your skin against the blue rope wrapped around the wood, makes Leo shift on his feet.
Price and his non-traditional partner thoughts again
You proposed to him. The date you planned him was perfect. You took him to his favorite steak restaurant, then his favorite gelato spot, and a walk by the waterfront near his favorite park.
You always did sweet things like this for him, so he hadn't thought anything of it. When he turns to see you kneeling down, he asks immediately if your shoes are bothering you. He almost joined you on the floor when you pulled out a ring box.
"Johnathan Price. Every day, I wake up, so honored to have you in my life. You've always loved me, even when I've struggled. You stayed, not in spite of my struggles, but because of them. You showed me that I deserve life and love in a way no one else ever has." John sniffles, blinking quickly to try and clear his eyes, but it's useless. "Will you grant me the greatest gift in life and marry me?"
He couldn't speak, nodding his head immediately as you took his left hand. Shakily, you slide the ring onto his finger, staring at the band wrapped around it with a beaming smile. John helps you to your feet, pulling you close as he kisses you.
You gently sway in his arms, giggling quietly as you both tenderly wipe each other's face free of tears. "I can't wait to marry you." John whispers, finally beginning to calm down. He rests his forehead against yours and smiles.
"I can't wait either. The court house opens at 8 tomorrow morning. We should elope." You joke, staring into his sparkling eyes.
"Oooh no. If you got to propose, I want to have a little wedding." He teases, scooping you up and gently spinning with you. "Nah, scratch that. A big wedding! Massive! We'll have two crystal chandeliers!" He continues as he spins, making the two of you bust into laughter.
Thinking about a fic idea where you, jayce and vik r friends but you and vik r pining. You work as an entertainer for the elite in both piltover and zaun, and came across them when performing a group piece for the council. The connection began when you sought jayce and Viktor for sponsoring the show with hex tech.
One night, after months of friendship you all go out to a night club in Zaun to get Viktor out of the lab for once, and someone in the crowd obviously recognizes you and starts to egg you on to start ‘dancing’. Jayce knows exactly what they mean by dancing as they yell at you, but poor Viktor, who thinks nothing of it is delighted at the chance to see you dance like you did on your performance night, and encourages you to join the crowd.
You move into the crowd, and disappear for a good bit, and for a while Viktor is content to sit there and sip his 3% sweet milk while he thinks about how good you look in your club outfit when suddenly the lights dim. The place fills with fog and the noise in the club dies slightly while jayce and Viktor both watch, intrigued as two shimmery poles start to extend from the ceiling a short ways away from their table, and soon a sensual but peppy beat starts to fill the place.
The energy returns, but it’s changed slightly. There’s something more charged lingering in the air making him shiver slightly. He didn’t get much of a chance to think on it though as he took the last sip of his drink before immediately spitting it out as he flushes and becomes FLOORED when YOU of all people start to descend from the pole and give him a wink while you make sultry eye contact. You hope to god he likes what he sees.
He never in a million years would have imagined this is what you meant when you said you had a “background in acrobatics and dance” and he felt like an idiot for not piecing together why you were a private performer only. The way the blood in his body starts to creep downward though, his body doesn’t seem to mind this information. Maybe you could give him a private performance one day…..fuck what he wouldn’t give to see you wrapped around him like that pole.
Having stripped quite a bit and put on some new shoes he suspected you kept in your bag, he’s infatuated with the way you start to move around the pole, up and down, side to side and round and round. The room suddenly becomes unbearably hot and his pants far too restricting and he can’t help but be hypnotized by the way your hips gyrate as you dance, and his mind begins to picture what those motions might feel like on top of him…what you’d feel like if he got to bury himself in you while you clenched.
You turn to look at him at one point and to your delight he is visibly disheveled and horny, and jayce is giving him a hard brow raise from over his cup.
Aaaaaand that’s all I have for now OWHFKHEOTHOWT IM SORRY. IM NOT A WRITER.
IDK I JUST REALLY LIKE THE IDEA OF HIM BEING REALLY INTO YOU AND BEING DEEPLY e AFFECTED BY YOU SEDUCTIVELY DANCING BY HIM. HE ALREADY FISTS HIMSELF TO YOU, MIGHT AS WELL GIVE HIM BETTER FUEL.
on the cusp of the new year I’m thinking about a bratty/spoiled princess/daughter of a lord or senator who sees Lucius fighting in the arena and is enamoured by him. She asks her father for him and throws tantrums and he is forced to basically rent Lucius off Macrinus for a little while. He’s at their estate and she’s obsessed with him but gets all sulky when he refuses to bend to her will. Lucius refuses to let her boss him around. Lucius brat tamer Verus? yes pls.
Summary: Jack demands you cook him a lunch after his surgery, but he’s supposed to be healed. As the “best” girlfriend in the world you fix up a salad and share with Jack. Jack decides he wants more to eat, but not food.
A:N- AGH first time writing for a summer blurb!! Also it’s really short bc I had lots of hw recently!! (Sorry!)
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It’s off season. Jack and I are in Michigan, Jack has been watching Quinn play, and I’ve been tanning. I called Luke to check in and he said that it’s been stressful, playing with older guys, specially ones who’ve played in worlds before.
“Baby?” Jack hollers for me.
“Coming!” I reply, I throw my Jean shorts from American Eagle in the clean pile of clothes I’ve gathered, and run upstairs. Jack and I live in the basement, and Jack likes to spend his time upstairs on the main floor watching the TV.
Normally the guys spend time downstairs playing pool, and I watch Dance Moms on the TV next to the pool table. Jack is doing well with his recovery after his surgery.
“I’m hungry, I know. It’s a lot to ask for but could you make me some avocado toast with chicken parm salad?” Jack seems like he’s on his monthly period cravings. I mean it sounds good.
“Of course, only if you help me.” I say, and Jack throws his gaming controller to his blanket on the side. He gets up, rolls his shoulders out and cracks his neck. He stands behind me when I been down to grab the chicken.
I stand up and see him towering over me. I lean in for a kiss after setting down the ingredients. I pull back to grab a bowl from a cabinet, I pull out a fork to distract myself from the man that stares at me like I’m the only girl in the world.
“You’re so cute.” Jack says, disrupting the noise of tension between us. “I know.” I say giving him a stare. Right now we’re home alone, but I’m sure Ellen and Jim are heading back from Target.
“Mom will be home soon.” Jack says. I’m sure he’s inferring that we need to hurry up if we’re gonna do stuff.
I make it known I feel the same, but before I can say anything to stop me from going in for more kisses, Ellen walks in from the garage door.
“Hey mama bear!” I rant out, I push Jack away. I pour the lettuce into the bowl and stir in a salad dressing I made last night. I cut in boiled eggs from last night and stuff them in the salad, I microwave the chicken, just because I didn’t feel like cooking. I chop the warmed meat and lose the chicken into the bowl. Done!
“Here, your salad.” I saw shoving the bowl into Jacks reach. I toasted up some toast and slice the avocados. I grab some seasoning and seasoned the toast, I spread some avocados and took a bite of my work, delicious. I hand the rest to Jack and I walk back downstairs to to finish my laundry.
“I’m coming baby.” Jack informs me as he runs down the stairs.
“Yeah you will.” I say as I throw all of my folded clothes off into a hamper, ruining all of my work. Jacks eyes glow when he talks to me, his beard needs to be shaved.
“You look so edible.” Jack says as he pulls me into his arms. Hands in my hips, he slides his head into my neck. My perfume wraps him into my chest, he’s stuck in this love bliss.
“I cant get enough of you. You look so yummy.” Jack whispers into my ear. He licks under my ear, and I feel his hot breath on my cheeks.
gross.
“That’s icky.” I say. I love to make him mad.
“Shut the fuck up.” Jack says as he lets go of me. He sits on our bed and watches me fold the laundry that I threw.
“I cant believe you did that. Y/n I need you, I haven’t felt actually love in forever.” Jack implying on my “turn off” of words.
“Sorry.” I holler back, knowing I don’t fully mean it. His medium toned hair sits right under his ears, he plays with his wristbands as I walk over to him.
“Can you sit back please?” I request. He does as I say, not making me having to push him back, which would have been easier.
I hop onto jacks legs as I straddle him. “You feel so warm. I’m freezing.” I wiggle out of my mouth as I start to rock my hips. I grab into jacks shoulder and start to whisper in his ears.
“Take everything off.” I imply.
“We could take it to the hot tub.” I suggested. “No, wr can start here and end on the boat.” Jack responded within seconds.
“Sure.”
I feed into jacks neck and leave a mark. He’s bruised from my bites. Jack groans intensely as I start to make my way to his cargo shorts. I unzip everything and pull it off.
“You’re already so big.” I let out a sigh and take his boxers off. “Only for you.” Jack caressed my check and pulled my hair behind my ears.
I start jerking him and his head leans all the way back. Jack lifts his hips up when he feels he’s going to cum.
“Are you ready?” He asked me. His eyes glimmering up ast me. I pull down my leggings. I keep my shirt on and I lay on our bed. Jack spreads my legs as he goes down.
“You look wet already.” Jack insisting to start our activity. He pushes two fingers into my hole and he starts to pump. I feel erratic, my moaning screams out.
“Quiet down.” Jack deadly stared at me, and he pushed his tounge down my throat, I moan as he massaged my tounge into his. I feel our saliva mixing. I pushed his fingers farther in and I feel I’m going to cum. He lets go of my mouth.
He takes his fingers out as i jerk up from my release. Jack shoved one finger into his mouth licked it clean, and the other into mine. I suck kn it until he leans into me, I feel his hard cock pressed up against me.
He gets up as we try to finish what we started until we heard, “Jack! Help me clean up the yard! Your shoulder should be fine now!”
Jim and Ellen are having people over and apparently Jack needs to help him fix up the yard.
“We’ll finish later. I promise.” Jack smiled at me as he zips his cargo shorts on and pulled on his shirt. He leaves the room, and up the stairs as I hear him wash his hands upstairs.
I’m left alone in our room and I’m forced to do my laundry.
Since tomorrow is Valentines Day I’m imagining Carmy asking Sydney to hang out with him tomorrow not even thinking about the fact that it’s Valentines Day and of course Sydney isn’t thinking that it’s a date either. (It is they just don’t know it because their dumbasses) both of them go about their day and Richie asks Carmy if he can babysit Eva on Valentine’s Day because he’s taking Jess out, and Carmy says he has plans with Sydney. Richie automatically thinks it’s a date even though Carmy denies it and thinks he lost his chance with Sydney anyways. Richie of course doesn’t let it go and tells him don’t worry I’ll find a sitter for Eva you enjoy your date. Carmy rolls his eyes and ignores the smug look on Richie’s face and goes about his day.
Valentine’s Day comes and Carmy and Sydney hang out, they actually go outside for once and go to a thrift store because Sydney saw something that caught her eyes. Carmy offers to buy it for her but Sydney insists she pay for it. The two bicker back and forth until Carmy ultimately wins. They walk around town talking about whatever crosses their mind before stopping at a cafe for lunch. At the end of the day Carmy drops Sydney off at her apartment and that’s when Sydney asks “Carmy… was this supposed to be a date?”
“… did you want it to be one?”
“Did you?”
“Sydney I asked you first”
“Technically I asked YOU first.”
“I didn’t intend to make it a date”
“Oh” Sydney said “of course you didn’t forget I asked.”
“But, it can be a date if you wanted.”
“I would like that, and I would like to do it again.”
“Me too”
On their second date and first official date Carmy shows up with flowers.
