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prettyprincessduh · 2 months ago

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How they react when you wear a sundress ~

Rami characters edition ✨️

AN ~ Since it's getting hot out and the sun is finally wanting to shine, I wrote these short stories on how different Rami characters would react to the reader in a sundress and no panties cuz I'm down bad

TW ~ My stories are mature, so there will be suggestive language and depending on the character spicy scenes. Never mind, they all have spicy endings lmaooo

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Ahkmenrah ~

The sun is high, waves rolling, and your skin is still warm from a morning swim.

You pick that sundress. The soft, flowy one. The one that hugs your hips and flutters just right when the breeze hits.

No bra. No panties.

Just skin, sunlight, and sinful thoughts.

You find Ahkmenrah lounging by the pool, book in hand, shirt unbuttoned, golden skin glistening.

“Hey,” you say, real casual.

He looks up.

And then he sees.

The sway of your hips. The dip of your neckline. The way the light shines through the fabric.

His eyes narrow. His book closes slowly.

You tilt your head. “Something wrong, Pharaoh?”

He stands. He walks over. Doesn’t speak just circles you once. Observing.

Then leans down, voice husky:

“You wear nothing beneath this dress.”

You gasp, tiny, innocent. “How would you know?”

He smirks. “Because if you did… I wouldn’t be able to see through it"

You’re frozen.

He brushes a hand along your lower back, teasing the hem. His breath is hot against your ear.

“Is this how queens walk among mortals? Or is this meant for me alone?”

The wind lifts the fabric ever so slightly.

His hand grips your hip.

And then he steps back.

“I suggest,” he says, voice tight, “you go back to our room. Now.”

You blink. “Why?”

He leans in, eyes burning. “Because if I take you here… the ocean won’t be the only thing flooding this island.”

You run.

He follows.

And that sundress?

Tossed across the floor within seconds.

The aftermath ~

When it’s over, your body is trembling, every inch of you sore but satisfied in a way you never expected. Ahkmenrah’s body lies over yours, still breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling as he gathers his strength again.

You feel like you've been claimed, both physically and emotionally, by the Pharaoh himself.

And just when you think it’s safe to breathe…

He smiles, a devilish grin on his lips. “Rest well, my queen. You have earned this.”

But you know this is far from over.

His kiss is still imprinted on your lips, his touch still fresh on your skin. And now, every time you look at him, you know what he’s capable of.

You shiver, and he notices. “I think you may be addicted to me now.”

You smirk back, curling up against his chest.

“We’ll see about that, Ahkmenrah.”

Elliot Alderson ~

It’s a hot, sticky summer day in the city. You’re meeting Elliot for something simple, coffee, maybe a walk, nothing big.

You show up in that sundress.

Soft pastel, barely-there straps, falling perfectly over your curves…

…and underneath?

Absolutely nothing.

You catch him outside the café. He’s in his usual hoodie, jeans, head down and already anxious just existing.

Then he looks up.

And you see it happen.

System error.

His eyes widen, jaw tenses, lips part like he’s about to say something but—

Nothing comes out.

You walk over, all innocent. “Hey, you good?”

He blinks. Slowly.

“Y-Yeah. Just… you look—”

He stops himself. Swallows hard. Fidgets with his sleeve.

“Warm day, right?” you tease, swaying a little closer.

His eyes drop.

To your thighs.

The way your dress moves with each step.

The distinct lack of… lines.

Silent panic.

He clears his throat, looking away instantly.

“I, um… I wasn’t expecting—It’s just—”

“You okay, Elliot?” you lean in, whispering near his ear, “You’re glitching.”

His breath hitches.

“I’m not glitching,” he lies, very obviously glitching.

You smile, brushing his hand.

You both go inside and he sits on the inside of the booth

“Want me to sit across from you, or…” you lower your voice, “…next to you?”

He doesn’t answer. Just stares at you with a mix of panic, arousal, and pure emotional combustion.

So you sit next to him anyway. Cross your legs slowly.

He flinches.

You lean in. “I didn’t wear anything underneath.”

He.exe crashes.

He’s dead silent.

Then, after a beat:

“…Why would you tell me that?”

You grin. “Thought you’d like the visual.”

His voice drops, shaky and low.

“I do. Way too much.”

You see his hands curl into fists in his lap. He can’t even look at you.

But under the table?

You feel his leg twitch closer.

You reach for his hand. He lets you take it. His palm is sweaty. His grip? Desperate.

He looks at you finally, pupils blown, breath ragged.

He stands up abruptly, causing your heart to skip. “I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, voice a little lower than usual, before he walks towards the bathroom door.

You’re frozen. There’s an energy crackling in the air. You wait a beat, unsure whether you should follow. But the pull is too strong.

You get up, quietly following him toward the restroom, and the door swings open with a soft click.

Inside, the small, dimly lit bathroom is a world away from the café's bustling noise. It’s quiet too quiet, and the heavy silence between you both feels more charged than anything you've ever experienced.

You lock the door behind you, and Elliot doesn’t waste a second. He grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him until your chest is pressed against his.

You can hear his breath, shallow, like he’s barely holding it together. His hands slide to your waist, his fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Elliot…” you whisper, your heart racing.

“I just… I need you. Now.” he murmurs

You barely process the words before his lips crash into yours, hot and desperate. It’s nothing like the casual kisses you’ve had before this is raw, urgent, as if you’re both trying to consume each other in the smallest space possible.

You gasp when his tongue slides against yours, his hands moving to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. He presses you against the cold, tiled wall, the heat of his body contrasting with the chill of the bathroom around you.

You can’t help but give in, your hands exploring him in return, feeling the intensity building between you both. His lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

His hands grip your hips tighter, and he lifts you slightly, pressing you harder against the wall. The way his body feels against yours makes everything else disappear the world outside, the constant noise. It’s just the two of you caught in a moment of reckless abandon.

Your breath quickens as he continues to kiss you, every movement of his lips on yours pushing you further into a state of need. His hand slides down to your thigh, pulling your leg up around his waist, his touch searing through the fabric of your dress

You feel the unmistakable tension in the air, the hunger building, but it’s different with Elliot. He’s so controlled, so careful, yet so lost in this moment with you. There’s an edge to it, a danger of getting caught that only adds to the thrill.

Josh Washington ~

You're at the lodge again, but it's summer this time. No snow. Just heat, games, and a group reunion that somehow landed you and Josh alone for the afternoon.

You come downstairs wearing it.

A thin, pastel sundress. Lacy, flirty, soft as a whisper.

No bra.

No panties.

Josh is in the kitchen, humming something dumb, probably about cereal. His back’s to you.

“Hey Josh?”

He turns.

Silence.

His brain does a hard reboot.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

Then?

“Oh… fuck me.”

You smirk. “Something wrong?”

“Uh—yeah. No. Nothing. You just—uh—” he gestures vaguely at you, “—look like the entire concept of temptation.”

You twirl a little. “It’s warm out.”

He nods slowly, eyes absolutely stuck on you.

He’s trying to be respectful. Really.

But then the sundress sways when you step closer, and he sees just enough to realize…

“Oh my god. You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

You tilt your head, fake innocent. “Wanna check?”

He stares at you like you’ve just pulled the pin on a grenade and handed it to him with a kiss.

“Okay,” he says, hands on his hips, pacing like he’s negotiating with God, “first of all, rude. Second of all, I’ve been trying to be good—trying really hard—but you are out here acting like the world is your runway and I’m your personal simp—”

“You are.”

He freezes.

Then groans. Loudly. “This is so unfair.”

You walk past him, very slowly, brushing your hand along his chest. “C’mon. You gonna let me win this easy?”

He grabs your wrist. Gentle, but firm.

Eyes dark.

Voice low.

“Bedroom. Now. Before I lose the tiny shred of self-control I have left.”

You barely make it up the stairs.

He’s kissing your neck, his hands sliding under the dress, lifting it inch by inch.

“You really wore this for me, didn’t you?”

You nod, breathless.

“Yeah? You like teasing me? You like being bad?”

His voice is a growl now.

“You’re not walking right tomorrow. Just so you know.”

Finn ~ NFS

It’s late afternoon and you pull up to the garage where Finn’s been working all day music bumping, tools clinking, and that boy’s hoodie tied around his waist like he’s in a thirst trap ad for motor oil.

You walk in.

The air smells like grease and gasoline, but you? You’re a breath of dangerous air.

You’re in a tiny sundress. Bare shoulders. Loose skirt. Skin glowing in the sunset.

And nothing underneath.

“Hey, grease monkey,” you call.

Finn turns from under the hood of his car, wiping his hands on a rag. He looks at you.

Then looks again.

Paused. Entire game lagged.

“…Ohhh no. Nope. What’re you tryna pull, baby?”

You blink. “What?”

He walks over slow, checking you out head to toe.

“That dress. That smile. That walk—nah, that’s an ambush.”

You twirl. “It’s hot today.”

“Not as hot as you are, damn,” he mutters, biting his lip.

He grabs his water bottle and chugs it like his life depends on it.

You hop up to sit on the hood of one of the cars, swinging your legs.

The dress rides up.

Finn freezes.

“…You’re not wearing panties, are you?”

You give a coy shrug. “Maybe not.”

He runs a hand down his face, pacing.

“You know I’ve got work to do, yeah? You know I’m tryin’ to be good today?”

“You could be bad,” you offer sweetly.

He’s by you in seconds, standing between your legs.

“Say that again.”

You lean in, tugging his shirt. “Be bad for me.”

His hands slide up your thighs, pushing the dress higher.

The aftermath ~

You end up half-undressed, moaning his name in the backseat of some unfinished car, sundress bunched at your waist, his hands on your hips like he’s never letting go.

Later, he tugs you into his lap and whispers, “You’re not allowed in that dress near any of my friends. Ever. S’only for me.”

And he means it.

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