Technique is for LightWeights

with @based-big-boss, continued from ♡.

Selling    Piltover    as    a    city    of    wretched    activities,    even    in    the    middle    of    the    night,    was    a    man's    poor    attempt    at    appearing    strong    and    fearless.    Evelynn    had    known    these    verry    streets    he    talked    about    long    before    they    were    even    built.    From    the    steampunk    city    of    valor    and    self-righteousness    nothing    negative    could    happen.    Every    corner    was    simply    too    spied    on    by    uniform-wearers    with    heavy    gear.    Had    she    been    a    helpless    human    she    would    have    still    felt    safe    dancing    between    perfectly    engineered    buildings.

"    How    could    i    be    scared    when    i'm    with    a    man    so        .    .    .    "    the    correct    words    did    not    fall    from    juicy    lips    due    to    them    being    too    busy    kissing    and        suckling    on        Sett's    thick    thumb.    Was    Evelynn    so    visibly    hungry    that    he    offered    to    take    her    to    his    favorite    restaurant?    Poor    guy,    it    wasn't    that    she    desired    by    his    still    -    beating    heart    being    ripped    apart    by    her    cruel    fangs.    A    dark    alley    would    do,    the    Piltovian's    enforcers    couldn't    see    a    threat    that    could    disappear    at    will.    A    quick    job,    nothing    else.

Hm,    wide    hips    were    aching    just    thinking    about    they    could    rock    upon    his    slowly    bleeding    self    beneath    her.    Back    and    forth,    back    and    forth    .    .    .    until    -

"    Keep    your    hand    on    my    rear    to    reassure    me    and    lead    the    way,    babe.    "

Animated    bedroom    eyes    looked    up    to    the    towering    brawler,    silently    communicating    how    Evelynn    would    follow    Sett    to    the    end    of    the    world    whatever    it    was    he    could    ask,    even    his    wildest    demands.    Little    he    knew,    this    exchange    of    theirs    wouldn't    last        for    he    was    but    a    sheep    being    ran    after    to    meet    his    maker    in    an    unsanitary        tiles-covered    room.

Her words hung on baited breath, which would have had any other man ensnared by words of praise and admiration. But Sett was unlike other men. Though the company of women was a pleasantry he could afford after a plethora of battles, he had his heart set on only one woman, and it wasn’t a romantic involvement. Regardless, he was no stranger to the wiles of the feminine. But an overt invitation to place a firm grip on such a curvaceous figure? Who would possibly pass it up?

The Pit Boss removed his hand from her face, a long thread of silky saliva held its strength as it extended from her lips to his digit. She really put  in the work. A chuckle rose from his throat as he stepped to her side, pivoted with her grip on his wrist, and faced the exit. With his free hand , The Boss swiftly placed a firm smack onto her rear, releasing an audible sound of impact. It appears it was sturdy, a hint at what was to come.  “Let us go then, Sweetheart,” he shot a glance from the corner of his eye, “I can tell you are hungry. “ His words hid layers of understanding, but he was no doe eyed school boy, pursing his first love. As she raised the stakes, so would he, though the time to play defense was up. As a brawler, he was no stranger to a Full Frontal Assault. In fact, he preferred it.  The walked for some time in the crowded streets of The City of Science. The hustle and bustle dwindled as they reached the buffer between the ritzy affluent center of business, and the dregs of society. But this short cut he had in mind passed through some dangerous back alleys, known to many as perilous for anyone with coin on them/ The placement of lighting fixtures became more sparse, shadows extended in the evening from every object, perfect hiding places for scoundrels and bandits.  One turn off the main street, then another, across stairwells in disrepair, then to turn once again in the labyrinth before them. In the distance, a mugging was in action. A frail old woman with a dress and bonnet much too elegant for the area she found herself in. It appeared as if a half dozen vagrants had the worst in mind, wielding a variety of arms. 

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

with @based-big-boss continued from ♡.

Eyes    would    have    preferred    not    to    look    away    from    the    brawler's    visage    but    felt    obligated    to    scan    their    surroundings.    The    more    muscles    they    would    have    the    less    brain    they    possessed    up    there    but    the    mysterious    apparition    was    not    one    to    operate    without    having    a    full    understanding    of    the    situation.    Here,    the    man    whose    name    lingered    upon    the    lips    of    every    fangirl    in    the    region,    was    king    -    and    revolution    had    to    be    take    its    toll    one    way    or    another.

When    their    skin    touched    for    the    first    time,    Evelynn    felt    the    magic    surge    through    her    voluptuous    body.    He    was    no    simple    human    -    and    to    think    she    believed    the    fluffy    ears    were    but    a    costume    -    but    a    beast    just    as    she    was        .    .    .    in    his    very    own    way.    

Outside    of    their    very    small    bubble    of    pseudo    intimacy    raged    the    many    clicking    of    high    heels,    the    many    different    melodies    of    accents    cheering    the    Pitt's    favorite    champion    and    all    she    could    think    about    was    how    every    faceless    figure    around    them    would    scream    in    pure    horror    should    their    hero's    throat    cascade    with    red    liquid.

                            Evelynn    moaned,    not    thank    to    the    gentle    touch    under    her    chin    but    the    perverted    ideas    flooding    her    deranged    mind.

"    Bold.    "    she    noted    whilst    petite    hands    struggled    to    wrap    around    his    wrist.    Had    it    not    been    thanks    to    her    claws    she    wouldn't    have    managed    to    caress    the    seemingly    thin    layer    of    skin    protecting    his    veins.    The    alluring    one's    touch    was    cold,    addictive    .    .    .    stern    enough    to    bring    Sett's    thumb    directly    on    her    plump    lips    to    bless    it    with    a    lingering    kiss.

Her long , perfectly manicured talons gripped his wrist, translucent flesh revealing the highways of his circulation. One wrong motion on his part, or deliberate harm from hers would spell doom in no time at all.  NO man could best The Boss, The Champion, but a woman? What  man has not fallen prey to a pretty face with honeyed words? His uncannily fluffy ears twitched, listening to his surroundings and the spectacle before him.  Danger. DANGER! It seemed as the other half of his genetics could sense something awry but he persisted. Confidence and arrogance mixed in a volatile result, foolhardy and eager to discover what exactly lies beneath this seemingly idyllic opportunity To dive headlong into danger was his livelihood, why not pursue this other challenge?

Hearing her name, it rang an echo in his mind. “Eve...the one and only. Then we are akin in our uniqueness. Never before have your eyes seen such a Champion, such a man of this caliber. Or am I mistaken?” He ended in a chuckle, assured in what his domain had to offer. “Say, Eve, care to join me for dinner? I have a reservation at a lovely restaurant in Piltover. I’d like you to join me, and get to know each other. It’s on the other side of town, an arduous walk but I know a short cut. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe as we maneuver the back streets. You’re not scared, are you?” A haughty laugh rose from his throat, certain of his capabilities. He owned these streets, but he wondered if she was like the other empty headed pretty faces or something much, much more. A gamble, indeed, but that was his industry after all.

For    every    step    the    towering    man    would    be    strong    enough    to    take    in    her    very    direction,    the    feminine    visage    she    possessed    would    allow    itself    to    smile    wider    and    wider.

Muscular    men    possessed    something    the    hourglass-shaped    fatale    had    learned    to    adore,    strength    beyond    belief    which    brought    much    challenge    to    the    table.    Humans    adored    calling    it    '    being    sexy    '    or    so    she    had    chosen    to    believe.    Yes,    he    truly    was    attractive,    to    her    very    wicked    eyes.

Silent    till    then,    she    refused    to    approach.    Instead,    the    woman's        impossibly    clawed    hand    slowly    danced    its    way    to    the    other's    bicep    and    stopped    before    it    could    assume    direct    contact. Oh    .    .    .    what    a    beautiful    thing    he    was.

Sett's eyes peered into hers, a glimmer of reflection of incandescent bulbs brought out the deeper hues of her orbs, though his peripheral was trained on her deft hand's motion. The bold woman's fingertip approached his flesh, energy of anticipation and reflex sent his hairs on end. "Something about this girl...", The Champion thought to himself.

The atmosphere began to thicken as aggression and bloodlust flowed from the woman before him. Something was definitely unusual about her, not the frail beauty she may appear from the onset. Battle hardened nerves start to fire in The Boss’ body, instincts at the read to jump headlong into the fray at a moments notice. There was a certain magic to this creature that lied before him, her bodily form altering with each push from Sett. Curious. How grotesque is the beast that lies within her? Little does she know that The Pit Fighter is well aware of the beast he is.

“You have never met anyone like me, Foxxy. Guaranteed.” Tawny eyes began to dimly glow as he matched her gaze, unrelenting. Sett rolled his shoulders and brought his fists up to his face, entering his battle stance. “Momma always told me to never hit a Lady. But then again, there isn’t one present, is there?” Energy began to flow from his impeccable core to his extremities, in preparation for possible brutality.

          𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲,    𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞 in an instant before throwing it his way as a warning shot;    it didn’t matter if it singed his fine ionian silk clothing or left a mark on the floor.    a deep sigh as to calm herself down.    a vermin wasn’t worth such attention but,    the vermillion glow from her eyes had yet to cool down before reverting back to her usual golden fox eyes.    if she had continued on,    her true form would have been revealed,    reserved for special occasions under circumstances,    attracting further attention would be tedious to hide away from.   the tense atmosphere is set aside for now between them.

            if you want to torture someone,    you ignore them           deriving their existence of attention.

As she retrieved another volume from her collection, her sharp talons slashed through the air with utmost haste, slicing a few strands of Sett's hair in the process. To say this woman was powerful was an understatement. He watched her saunder off to her place of rest after her comment, refusing to acknowledge his existence. The Boss lowered his fists, dim glow fading from his extremities and took a seat. She was focused on the text, or appeared to be, ignoring Sett's gaze upon her features. A grin formed on his lips. Maybe she has a desire, a wish of some sort, and if he knew it, he could recruit her to fight in The Pit. Oh, the riches and the reputation a seductive Fox Woman would bring him as challengers are immolated and torn to pieces with grace. There had to be SOMETHING she craved. Only thing is; what can he coax out of her.

Sett’s eyes widened as her fingertip danced along his abdominal muscles, showing much needed respect to his superior physique. Her words were toying with his manhood, teasing at the drive within every man. With his sleeveless shirt, there was very little being hidden, but the main attraction was still shrouded.

“In my line of work, tomorrow is never promised and minutes rarely turn to hours. I get what i want, when i want. Seldom do I find myself taking my time.”

As she spoke, his pride roared from within him, a lion raging at the cage Jhin attempted to place him in. The Champion was not keen on kneeling for anyone. Regardless, his hulking frame buckled down and dropped to one knee before the green eyed woman. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze submissively, before a smirk came upon his face. “You wanted me to take a dip in the river? How about you join me, Short Stack?” In an instant, The Boss rose from the ground, scooping her body up and over one shoulder, and began to run at a full sprint. Her body barely jostled as his large arm held a powerful grip. Right at the edge of the river bank , Sett stopped and heaved the woman into the body of water, drenching her in the cool liquid. Laughter rose from The Champion.

He still fought back, claimed that he got what he wanted. At least they both shared that particular line of thinking. And she would consider herself the victor in this particular little engagement. As when Sett began to kneel, she moved forward, fingers nearing his jawline as she put her lips together, ready to peck him on the forehead in an attempt to coax him further, only to suddenly feel herself being lifted off the ground with little resistance. With a surprised scream, she clutched onto his shoulders, unable to look back at what was happening. Till his words processed in her mind, and her eyes went wide with fear. “NOT THE WATER! NOT THE WATER! やめて!!” As the Virtuoso was let go, her eyes grew sharper and her body tensed up. When she hit the water, she began struggling, kicking, and screaming. Widely sweeping around herself as she went under, then came back up with a desperate gasp. Unable to cry out for assistance as she took a mouthful of the water. Despite it not being all that deep, it was terrifying for her. Thrown right into the middle of her phobia without time to prepare herself. In a brief moment of clarity, she looked at the riverbank; then exploded. Not a trace of the woman left behind as colorful butterflies made of smoke and flower petals fluttered towards the riverbank, huddling together till they formed the shape of a person and with another detonation revealed the Virtuoso who was gasping loudly, her hair and clothing stuck to her body as she quivered and trembled. Unable to really respond.

The Boss was about to dive head first into the water when he saw a burst of light and what appeared to be...butterflies? Smoke disappeared and reappeared along the dry land of the riverbank, Jhin's figure manifesting itself with a weapon drawn. Her face was fierce, the sort one sees when backing and opponent into a corner, bringing out Death's Ground. He couldn't quite make out what she said, but it reminded him of Ionia in some way. Regardless, it wasn't pleasant.

"Woah, hold it there, Kiddo. Relax, it was just a joke..." He proclaimed, holding two palms outward in an attempt to calm her dow, though it seemed to be of no avail. "I didn't know you couldn't swim, if so I wouldn't have done that. I would've gone in and gotten you out had you not exploded to safety. " Sett's tone was calm and deliberate, but his body screamed for distance. A bladed weapon with reach was not an ideal matchup for a hand to hand combatant such as himself , although it wasn't his first encounter. Her eyes glowed with murderous intent, palpable in the air.

Settrigh’s face became flushed with rosy hues as he heard Jhin’s reply. He was taken aback, surprised his charm had not swayed her to his side. He had practiced that line in front of the mirror at home ad nauseum, rehearsing over and over again with different permutations and voice inflections, emphasizing with varying muscles flexes. It was good line… His Momma said so…

This little woman’s touch was brazen, not hesitating to feel him ; when often times the only sensation on his face were thrown jabs and haymakers. Shifting eyes perused his features as she spoke and walked a short distance. They were pretty . Tantalizing, even.

“I’m NOT cute. I’m HOT, first off.” The Man Beast puffed, no one before had spoken to him in such a manner. Though the words themselves were unpleasant, her tone was syrupy sweet. “ And furthermore, I’m not up to work without some sort of compensation, Babe. ” The Boss’ heavy footsteps trailed behind her, his sight tracing the curves of her body, settling on particularly perky point of interest.

“Now, a Labor of Love? That’s a different story all together.”

"In my line of work, tomorrow is never promised and minutes rarely turn to hours. I get what i want, when i want. Seldom do I find myself taking my time."

“If your hair was anything special, you wouldn’t need to fix it, now would you?” He replies slyly, mimicking the small woman’s actions, exaggerating each of her minute motions to an absurd degree for comedic effect. This continued for several seconds but once he realized she was going to take longer than expected, he dropped the charade. Her eyes took him in , darting back and forth from different points of interest on his face, those purple irises were captivating, to say the least.

Puppy? A laugh roared from the depths of the pit fighter’s core. That was a first. Very few had the guts to call Settrigh out of his name. Even fewer have lived to tell the tale. As she went on and on with all those epithets , waxing poetic about herself with her pretty nails in the air, he smiled. It was not common to be around such feminity, considering his… “Enterprise”.

A strong, supple hand snatched hers from the air and held it close to his lips. “ Luck’s got nothin’ on Skill.” His lips faintly graced the back of her hand. “How about I show you?”

@compulsive-virtuoso

This little woman's touch was brazen, not hesitating to feel him ; when often times the only sensation on his face were thrown jabs and haymakers. Shifting eyes perused his features as she spoke and walked a short distance. They were pretty . Tantalizing, even.

"I'm NOT cute. I'm HOT, first off." The Man Beast puffed, no one before had spoken to him in such a manner. Though the words themselves were unpleasant, her tone was syrupy sweet. " And furthermore, I'm not up to work without some sort of compensation, Babe. " The Boss' heavy footsteps trailed behind her, his sight tracing the curves of her body, settling on particularly perky point of interest.

The Boss’ eyes narrowed, matching her cold gaze with his tawny eyes, feeling a sense of danger in this exchange. Perfect. “The feeling is mutual, Babe, time is money, and let’s just say you’ve racked up quite the debt in this exchange. I haven’t begged a day in my life. And I ain’t starting now. ” The woman was shooting daggers at him, malicious intent flooding the air around these headstrong individuals. Her aggression was graceful, packaged like a box of expensive spirits with a bomb underneath the lid. “Wisdom is overrated and for geezers anyhow.”

Sinews and muscles tightened, ready to spring into action. There was something about this woman he couldn’t put his finger on. Human? Vastayan? Hybrid like himself? Or something else entirely? What was the cause of her beautiful features? This sense of mystical dread about her?

“ You’re going to break more than those pretty nails with empty threats. Is Foxxy gonna play nice? Or will i have to get a leash? ”

         𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 through her hostile glare.    to be addressed in such disrespect just doesn’t sit well with her.    brushing a stray wisp of hair tucked behind her ear.    “    ugh,    how tacky can you get?    ”    a groan in her voice;    titles like that doesn’t suit her level of calibre;    feeling potent claws grow and dig into the cover of the book only added to the indication of wrath.    pupils with a glint of crimson with fangs clenched at patronisation.    “    i’d like to slice you open and see what makes you tick.    ”    if his ego was an orb,    daji would simply crush it at the palm of her hands.    what task would destroying a human life be to destroying a whole era of dynasties?    violent imagery begins to manifest in her mind as old glory of war begins to pump through her body.    to be bestowed the god of war was not a name for the squeamish.