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zileans-big-cl0ck · 8 months

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✦–Dirty talk with League men (how do they call you and how do they want to be called in bed).✦ NSFW

✦Basically praise kink.

✧ prompt: ✧ I had this laying in my drafts for, like, eternity, so I’m not quite sure how did I come up with this. Prob my voice kink kicked in.

✧ champions: ✧ Zed, the Master of Shadows; Thresh, the Chain Warden; Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; Talon the Blade’s Shadow; Shen, the Eye of Twilight.

✧ reader: ✧ female.

✧ warnings: ✧ obvi NSFW; dirty talk; praise kink; sub!Kayn because I love him being submissive; degradation; bondage; Thresh is a sadistic brat.

✧ author’s note: ✧ ignore any mistakes since I'm too tired to read this for the third time or smth. And please don't eat me alive for Kayn's part, I have like two other drafts with sub!Kayn headcanons for the appreciation of a dom!reader, which we need more‼️

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✦Zed, the Master of Shadows.

Zed can do both: if you enjoy degrading, he will call you a slut or a bitch, but if you prefer soft petnames, something more subtle and fragile, he can call you his little shadow.

He isn’t really talkative, especially in bed. The Master of Shadows usually keeps on his mask of a stoic, ruthless person, silent and deadly. He lets out some heavy grunts of frustration thought.

But your apperance makes him feel different. Complitely different.

He can be a real dirt talker when desired. Whispering in your ear sweet promises of the things he is going to do to you, when you sit obediently on his lap.

You are going to melt in his hands from his voice only anyway.

As for him, he doesn't need you speaking to him during sex. Zed enjoys your cries and moans, there is no need for rushed words.

But he has one weakness, that he would never admit outloudly.

Call him Master, as his official title states, from time to time. And watch him tensing from your subtle tease.

Moan Master Zed and he will be yours for a while. Hopeless and lost in your innocent being that admits his supremacy, so alluring.

✦Thresh, the Chain Warden.

This sadistic demon would probably call you something simillar to his own property. It is a well known fact how controlling he is, as he treats the petty souls of those who lost them to him like pathetic objects.

Therefore, a pathetic little soul would work too.

But on the other hand, Thresh doesn’t want you to adress him at all.

He wants you to be all chained up in a convoluted position, with something in your mouth so you can't mutter a single word.

The only sounds he demands are the cries of yours, either of pleasure or from pain that is caused by his tortures.

So no talking back. No calling him. Only painful screams and your chained body under him, fetching and gorgeous, yet moving away from the touch of his cold claws.

His plaything.

✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper.

Starting with what he would love to hear from you pretty mouth…

Please, call him a good boy.

Call him handsome. Call him yours and yours only.

But call him a good boy. And he will become a hopeless mess under your body.

It makes him feel appreciated and adored by you, the person his soul crawls for. When you take care of him, when you are so gentle…

Oh, it is impossible for him to not call you mommy. If you enjoy it, of course.

He would mutter the sweet name out of his breath, while you ride him.

✦Talon, the Blade’s Shadow.

Some would call him eternal silent, maybe even grumpy. But he is just not used to a genuine company of a caring human being.

Every segment of his body was made for killing, his devotion - the job of an assassin.

But he is capable of love - the fire kind, full of sacred desire that ends his continency that had been made to prevent him from wandering off from the path of a killer. Greedy and possessive, where he wants your body under his own to claim you whole, mark as his, force you to stay by his side.

Under the cover of a private room, he becomes a tease. Talon finds your whimpers adorable whenever he whisper a husky good girl into your ear.

On the other side, you hear him saying ’my name doesn’t matter’ in different situations, official or not, definitely too many times. So you make sure to moan his name in the moments of pleasure, when you bury your face in the pillow of your bed, feeling the sensation building up in your core, hearing the obscene sounds of melting bodies.

And it touches his weak spot. To have his name on your lips, cherished, adored.

✦Shen, the Eye of Twilight.

He is a gentleman, a sweetheart and the most respectful man you know - he would never dare to degrade you in any possible situation.

Therefore Shen is more eager to call you ma’am or love, or with the relationship ongoing - just a simple my gorgeous wife.

When it comes to petnames, he is a simple man - he desires a sweet and adoring confession, like handsome or just his own name. It always sounds heavenly when it comes as a hot whisper of pleasure from your mouth.

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voidcat · 4 months

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— fool’s bloom

characters: spirit blossom thresh x gn!reader

a/n: idek what this is- months of silence and I decided to write a quick thresh thingy in favor of ignoring neurology uhuh owo (I swear I’m working on the gojo thing btw, even a certain zenin will have an appearance;P) anywyas enjoy slight undertones of a thresh growing jealous and possessive but turning a blind eye to/ignoring these emotions

For all the years he has roamed Runaterra, Thresh thinks he has figured people out pretty much by now.

Foolish little creatures, driven by their fears and impulses, desires and selfishness, it all becomes the same after a while for the grim wraith himself.

Takes one to know one, one of the souls once dared speak up, he hadn’t even noticed he was thinking out loud until then; with a not so gentle shake of his lantern, signaling what shall await them later that night, he shuts the damned soul up in no time.

Foolish little creatures, but not as dull as he has come to find them as of late, Thresh thinks as he spots the figure his eyes have grown familiar with.

Wraith or not, he is not one to succumb so easily to violence and the satisfaction born from others sufferings.

Thresh is a collector first and foremost; of people, souls, memories, their agonies and fading selves, all the emotions that make them people, brimming to the fullest yet unaware they’ll never reach the surface again.

The dark waves of the sea with its harsh waves, he keeps them underwater forever and ever.

He sees some souls unfit for his reaping, and some, he decides to wait. To let them mature, or for your case, allow them a glimpse at him, glowing mist of bad news and horns above his head, letting the seeds of fear spread into your chest, for the next time you will shake with terror like none other.

Except; you prove an exception to that.

He finds you odd, and a little off putting if he were still a mere human. Instead of running away, it almost feels as him you’re seeking him out, intentionally.

A fool, no matter the feeling underneath the actions.

Ah, but that lack of fear takes the fun out of him and by now you seem to know it too. Going as far as to call out to him and wave a hand, as if he can mistake your voice for anyone else in that deserted forest— “Hey mister warden! Fancy joining me for a cozy afternoon tea?”

A fool, he murmurs the words again and disappears before you can catch up to him. Yet it doesn’t go unnoticed by him how your shoulders drop once he is out of your sight. Surely you’re not as stupid enough to actually mean your offer now?

It’s not so bad per see, he decides. You make the most exceptional distraction for him to collect more souls, even if you notice or not. With the presence of someone else in the same place as them, people feel safe, let their guards down; not expecting his scythe to land, nor the glowing lantern to become their new homes.

Maybe he will allow you to roam a little longer, until you grow old, or witness him in action and begin to fear— another miscalculation on his part, he will soon find out, as he did with any matter relating to you.

Souls ripped apart from their once-hosts, sucked into the lantern like petite flowers in bloom, his scythe still warm and swaying in the air slightly, Thresh catches your eyes on him, watching from afar. He thinks, at last, the moment of fear has come, until he sees your mouth agape, pupils dilated, with fascination in your eyes; a fool or an oddity? He once more finds himself lacking to describe as to what you are.

Accepting that your increasing offers will not end any time soon, nor the time to reap your soul will come any sooner, he lets out a sigh and carries on like he always did, ignoring you majority of the time. At this point he is unsure himself whether he wants your soul to be with him for an eternity, he doubts even death can part you with that fascination in your eyes and admiration written all over your face— what is it about him that has you so impressed, he wonders from time to time.

Even though it is still a mystery as to why you’re so attached to him, in the process Thresh hasn’t realized his attachment to you in return.

Only with your sudden lack of presence one day he realizes, and wonders where you are. You were watching him with those doe eyes from the side just a moment ago; what is it that kept you from following him? He finds himself hurrying, reaping the soul at hand not so elegantly, as if he ever cared about such things, and halts when he hears your voice raised.

Your singsong melody has become such a constant for him that he has forgotten you don’t speak with anyone like this. You sound worried, he notices, until an unfamiliar voice hushes you, ordering you to keep quiet and few other things he fails to recognize as he hurries.

A quick sway and throw of his scythe and the man is stunned, then pulled towards him, right into the lantern as he raises it in the intruder’s direction.

A rash action on his part, he realizes, only after this sound of quick and rhythmic beating stops ringing in his ears and he feels the velocity of something warm thrown into his direction, not strong enough to cause a shake in his posture— his arms faltering, he looks down to be met with your body pressed into his, arms wrapped around him, tightly, that he realizes the shake is happening somewhere deep down, not on any levels physical but something entirely different.

A new unfamiliarity he would like to think, but he knows better, he has been aware of this unknown brewing inside him for a while, allowing it to bloom with each passing interaction.

Only when he feels the drop of a weight, Thresh realizes he has let go of his scythe, the now vacant hand finding its way to your back; at the contact, he feels you tighten your hold, burying your head further to his chest— clearing his mind of his arising thoughts, he leaves it for another time to wonder what this will bring for the two of you now; for now, he allows himself to feel your hold on him, your warmth soon blending into his; your calm, even breaths and fast beating heart the only things he hears.

#girl I don’t even know LMAO #league of legends #league of legends x reader #league of legends x you #lol x reader #this is for spirit blossom thresh specifically btw #thresh league of legends #thresh x reader #thresh x you #spirit blossom thresh #lol bs #league of legends drabble #gender neutral reader

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buttermynutter · 2 years

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Summary: Viktor x Reader, letters finding their way from desks to hearts Disclaimer: Tumblr version different (has more content and photos) from AO3/Wattpad Warnings: None

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buttermyother · 2 years

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Ding, Ding | Jayce x Fem!Reader Smut

Masc!Reader version here Summary: Bakery AU - Jayce stays to close up after Heimerdinger leaves early one night, giving him ideas that he doesn't expect to face again the next morning. Warnings: Semi-public sex, improvised fleshlight, penetration, oral sex, choking, dom/sub undertones, fingering, cockwarming, yeah, you get it

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Ding, ding.

The chimes above the door rang for the last time of the day as Jayce watched Heimerdinger disappear from view, his gloves still caked with flour. He couldn't help but smile at the small waddle in the Yordle's walk before locking the front entrance himself with a sigh.

It wasn't often that he would volunteer to close up shop, but today had put him in a particularly good mood. Heimerdinger had finally let him work with the dough, there wasn't a single customer that snapped at him, and most importantly, you had finally returned to Piltover after your week-long trip. It had been too long since he had seen you, and even longer since you had leaned over the counter close enough for him to smell you, your delicate scent still hanging over him like a fog.

Jayce blushed at merely the memory, idly kneading then plastic-wrapping portions of dough that were to be chilled overnight.

Although you were a daily visitor, he could never get over his bashfulness as soon as he saw you sweep into the bakery, your smile of greeting burned into his mind.

He could recall it as easily as he could the flashes of your midriff when reaching for a product on a taller shelf, or the nimble motions of your fingers as you unwrapped confections that he had just rung you up for. Jayce desperately hoped that you didn't notice him staring at your mouth each time your delicate lips parted to place the candy on your tongue, or how much he wished he could take its place.

"God, not now," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. In his stupor, Jayce didn't even realize he had been kneading the same ball of dough for so long it was noticeably warm. Praying he didn't overwork it, he carefully wrapped it, trying to ignore the stirring in his core that the thought of you provoked.

As he looked down at the dough, an idea flitted through his head, albeit not its first time. But, this instance was different. It lingered as he bit his lip and stared down at the counter, his pants tightening as he took the notion into consideration.

Though Jayce knew there couldn't possibly be anybody watching, he still furtively cast his eyes about before unbuttoning his trousers with fumbling fingers, his heart pounding in his ears.

Delicately, he pulled down the waistband to his boxers, his already throbbing cock bobbing up and down upon its release. He was aware his idea couldn't possibly end well, but he had gone far too long enduring the subtle brush of your fingers against his during transactions or the distinct sway of your hips to think of anything else in the moment.

With only a second of hesitation, Jayce anchored the back of the dough with one hand to the surface of the counter, his breaths heavy, almost strained.

Cautiously, he pressed his tip into the dough with a muffled grunt; the sensation was far from perfect, but he had to admit it was indefinitely more pleasant than thrusting into his own calloused fist. He closed his eyes as he pushed his hips forward, trying to envision you squirming beneath him, tightening around him as you begged for his touch. God, what he would give to know if you spent as many nights as he did with his hand stirring beneath his bedsheets, gasping your name out loud like he was afraid he'd forget it otherwise.

The plastic wrap chafed his shaft slightly as he continued but he paid no mind to it until thrusting one final time, the energy and lust rapidly draining from his body.

Jayce looked down at the mess and winced, the plastic wrap evidently torn in some places. Suddenly ashamed of himself, he threw it into the discard bin and wiped himself clean with a paper towel, trying not to think of what had just transpired.

As quickly as he could, he wrapped up the rest of the batch and made his way home, hoping that his self-disgust would be left behind with the dough.

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Ding, ding.

The pleasant smell of warm bread greeted you, wafting over you as your daily welcome. You waved at Heimerdinger as peered over the counter at you with a smile, his face barely visible over the surface.

"Anything new today?" you called, surveying the shelves.

"Believe it or not, yes," he squeaked, scurrying over to you. "Here!"

He presented you a tray with a rather large loaf, especially compared to the usual personal portions you would buy.

"Heimerdinger, you know me," you said with an apologetic smile. "What would I do with so much bread?"

"I suppose you're right," he replied, sighing. "It's so large that I've had to bake it on its own tray — Jayce must've been a bit distracted when portioning them."

"Jayce?" you asked, suddenly interested. "Since when did you let him do more than sweep the floors?"

"Since not anymore," he huffed. "That boy will be the end of me."

"I'll take it off your hands then," you said with a smile. Sure, you felt intrigued by something Jayce made, but it couldn't hurt you to do Heimerdinger a favor either.

"Oh, bless you," the yordle tittered, returning behind the cash register.

"Speaking of which, where is he?"

"Most likely still in bed; it wouldn't be the first time."

You shared a laugh and left with a distinctly large bag — as well a head swimming with thoughts of what Jayce's arms looked like while working the dough, your only regret that you didn't get to see it.

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Ding, ding.

Jayce rushed into the bakery, almost barreling into a display of pastries, Heimerdinger's yelling barely audible over his panting.

"What's gotten into you?" he shouted, prodding him on the shoulder. "Just because you're late doesn't mean you also have to knock the place down! And that's without mentioning your careless job last night, thank goodness I had managed to hand off the glob of dough you so carelessly tossed aside."

"Glob of dough?" Jayce breathed, a blanket of dread settling over him. If he wasn't lightheaded before, he most definitely was now. "Larger than the rest? Torn wrapping? I thought I threw it into the discard bin."

"No," Heimerdinger said while drawing out the word, raising an eyebrow. "It was hanging over the bin onto the counter, so I assumed you were just being sloppy. Why? Is something wrong with it?"

"Of course not," he answered hastily, cursing himself inwardly. "Who purchased it?"

The blanket of dread became a cage as soon as your name reached his ears, causing him to stiffen.

"Speaking of which," Heimerdinger said, motioning to the door.

Jayce could've fainted in that moment as he saw your figure stride down the street to the shop, clearly in a hurry.

"I have a feeling we won't be too busy today so I'm going to purchase some ingredients," the yordle said, wagging a finger. "Which you will not be able to work with."

He mumbled an absentminded apology as he watched you pass by Heimerdinger in the doorway with a small nod, hoping his fear didn't viscerally show.

"Hey," you said, just one word enough to accelerate his heartbeat. "I was just here but I realized I forgot to get something for some family in town."

Just as he was about to speak, you continued, "Plus, I didn't get to see you." The line made him shut his mouth instantly, feeling the flush creep up his cheeks.

"Was the bread okay?" he sputtered, wincing at his own fumbling.

"The bread? Oh!" you laughed, coaxing him to blush further. "I haven't tried it yet, it's a bit intimidating, actually. But I'm sure you did a good job with it.

The panic settled in again before he remembered there was no way you could've possibly known what he did, leading him to awkwardly respond, "I just kneaded it, it was nothing."

You were struggling to keep a straight face as you watched Jayce unwind in front of you, becoming more flustered by the second. It was true you enjoyed his embarrassment each morning, but for whatever reason, he seemed particularly easy to disconcert this morning.

"Actually," he said, the waver suddenly gone from his voice, causing you to perk up. "I was thinking of you during it."

"Really?" you exclaimed, surprised in more ways than one. It wasn't often he would flirt back, but you had to say that you were pleased. "While kneading dough?"

Could he grow any more red? you thought as he diverted his eyes, fiddling with a pen.

"Sorry, is that weird? I didn't mean it in a weird way, in fact, I think about you a lot which is probably why-"

You cut him off with a wave of your hand, more amused than anything as you leaned forward on the counter, laying a hand on his.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, you felt his lips press against yours before quickly withdrawing, a horrified expression on his face as his eyes swung every which way besides your face.

"Were you- Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, I thought you were trying to... I should just dunk myself in a bag of flour, I apologize," he said, scrambling until you firmly grabbed his chin, forcing your gazes to meet.

"It's okay," you replied decisively, trying to keep your voice low while ignoring the heat building in your core. "I've actually been trying to do that for a while."

His eyes widened so dramatically you had to bite back a laugh, choosing instead to pull his face towards you to plant a kiss on his lips, letting it linger for only a moment before retracting your head.

To your surprise, Jayce immediately pulled you back in, both hands cupping your cheeks as you felt his mouth part slightly, wetting yours just enough to give your heart a small jolt.

"We probably shouldn't do this over the counter," you mumbled into the kiss, feeling him nod against you.

He pulled you into the back room with more purpose than you had ever seen him act with, making you smile as you pushed him against the brick wall.

"What're you grinning about?" he asked almost sheepishly, wrapping one hand around your waist as the other crept behind your neck.

"Nothing," you whispered between kisses up his neck, pressing the last one to the corner of his mouth. "Just how much I've been dreaming of this."

"That makes two of us," he growled as you tugged on his waistband with a questioning look, only to be met with an eager nod.

You immediately dropped to your knees while he fumbled with his belt, hastily sidling down his pants to expose an extremely distinct bulge, the sight alone enough to make your mouth water. Tentatively, he lowered his boxers as well, his cock already leaking at the tip as it swung in front of you, the tip an aggressive red.

Jayce watched with an attentive stare as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, responding to his sharp intake of breath with a smirk. Making sure to maintain your eye contact, you slowly brought your lips to the tip, sucking gently as he lay a hand on your head, though he didn't move any further. You licked up the slit as the head was still in your mouth, the salty taste lingering on your taste buds as you pushed yourself onto him deeper, dragging your tongue alongside the bottom of his shaft as you did.

You only bobbed up and down a few times before he hissed, causing you to release him from your mouth, afraid that something had gone wrong; but, he simply bent down to grab you by the hips, swinging you onto a nearby table.

"Need more," he simply said, the both of you ignoring the clatter of a multitude of pans and trays falling to the ground as you slid off your bottoms, sighing slightly as your warm cunt was exposed to the air, so wet that it glistened even in the faint morning light.

"Never thought I'd see this side of-"

The words were whisked from your mouth as he inserted two of his fingers into your hole without warning, admiring how you were already soaking for him.

"Never thought you'd see this side of what?" he asked with a smirk, causing you to tighten around his digits.

You didn't expect him to have such confidence, even at this stage, but you had to say that you were enjoying it immensely.

"Are you sure you're alright with this?" he said, a bit of his previous demeanor returning.

"Jayce," you replied firmly, giving him a dumbfounded expression. "I did not suck your cock just for you to tuck it back into your pants and ring me up some pastries."

He laughed and the tension dissipated, withdrawing his fingers only to stroke himself for a moment, running his other hand up the inside of your legs.

Marvelling at the way his tip glistened as he ran it over your folds, he gently slid inside of you, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. At its absence, he hooked a hand under each of your thighs, thrusting slowly as you revelled in the sensation of him stretching you, a dire improvement from teasing yourself with your fingers as you merely dreamt of such a situation.

Grunting, he quickened the pace as he moved his arms to plant them beside you, only for you to grab his wrist, earning a questioning expression.

You lifted it to place it on your throat instead, and the expression turned to understanding as he dug his fingers into the side of your neck, practically elevating you to another realm.

The warmth building in your core let you know that your climax was mounting slowly, though it escalated abruptly as Jayce brought his other hand down to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb in firm yet lazy circles. The feeling only grew exponentially as he breathed between thrusts, "God, I just love how you throb under me, it's like I was made to pound you right through this table."

Nodding numbly, you began to jerk your hips in succession with his, clenching even tighter around him as you felt your high closely approaching.

"I'm going to cum," you managed to utter, your mouth dry and mind hazy.

"Me too," he said under his breath, the sound of his skin slapping into yours mounting in volume. "Finish for me."

You came almost exactly as he commanded it, mindlessly repeating his name as your walls squeezed around his cock, Jayce following quickly as you felt his hot cum spill inside of you.

He groaned loudly as he leaned over to meet your lips with his, the grip on your neck loosening as your tongue slid into his mouth, gliding across his teeth. You could feel him pulsating inside of you as he stayed pressed against your body, his climax squeezing the last of the cum out of him in a thin trickle.

"You're perfect," he mumbled against your mouth, one hand brushing behind your ear.

"Save it for a date," you laughed, revelling in his hot breath fanning across your face. "That is, if you're up for one?"

"Of course," he said. He paused, the usual hesistance in his tone returning as he asked, "Is it uncomfortable if I don't pull out yet? It's just that I feel like I'd be okay with being stuck in this position forever."

"That's something I can get behind," you said with a smile which only grew as he returned it. "Maybe I should swing by here more often."

"More than you already do?" he responded with a chuckle, sidling his arms under your back to lift you into a sitting position, his cock sliding out of you leaving with a sudden empty feeling; you couldn't believe that you were already craving more, not that the sheen that his sweat behind and his still-taut muscles helped. "At this rate, I'd swear you come just to see me."

"I hate to say it, but that's not completely wrong." Your voice dropped as you continued, somehow more ashamed of your next words more than anything you had done during the day, Jayce's mock-offended expression mirroring them.

"Don't tell Heimerdinger this, but I actually don't like bread that much."

#arcane #arcane fic #arcane fanfic #arcane smut #arcane x reader #arcane x reader smut #jayce talis #arcane jayce #jayce x reader #jayce x reader smut #jayce x you #jayce x you smut #league of legends x reader #league of legends x you #league of legends smut #arcane x you #arcane x you smut

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xjdkg89q · 6 months

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And though I'm still battered and bruised I forgave the world the day that I met you.

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piritos03 · 1 year

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Jumping on this trend like✌️

#Piritosart #If you find the tiny joke i put on it you have to reblog #Jk please reblog anyway xd #Arcane #Caitvi #Vicait #piltover's finest #caitlyn kiramman #vi x caitlyn #league of legends #lesbians #barbie #fan art #Artwork #digital art #Illustration

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massacredkitty · 7 months

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Vi with a breeding kink calling you mama (or mommy) whining about how badly she wants to stuff you up :(( poor girl’s so pussy drunk just can’t think straight

female reader x abby anderson nsfw under cut

she always starts with acting all tough, dominant. but you know better, and you know soon enough she would melt into you. and you could feel her slipping.

she was on top of you, her forearms holding her up beside your head and you face down on the bed as she pushed the strap into you over and over, the both of you whiny messes— but specifically her. you can barely focus on the pleasure flooding through your veins as you listened to vi, feeling her heavy breathing against the side of your face. she moans as if she can feel how tight you are around her, feel how warm and wet you are. she swears she can

“fuck— i need…” you barely catch what she pants out, feeling her body weight lift off you. her big hands land on your lower back, giving her leverage as she resumed her relentless thrusts, getting a clear view of how her cock sinks into you and comes out with a white ring near the base. it makes her spiral a little, images of your cunt spilling with her cum plaguing her delusion little mind

you think, maybe she needs to take a second to catch her breath— that’s what she was gonna say. but you’re interrupted by a particularly harsh thrust into you, making your body jolt and a loud moan to leave your bitten lips. “need to make you a fuckin’ mommy.”

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purplegrapevines · 7 months

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Good Girl

Pairing: dom!Vi x fem!cellmate!sub!reader

Content: edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, size kink, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, thigh riding, grinding, fingering, face grabbing, humiliation, oral, overstimulation

Word count: 3.5k

You don’t know how you ended up here. One minute, you’re dealing some shimmer like you always do, and the next, you’re here in these cold, metal handcuffs.

The guard grabs your shoulder to keep you walking, and you push back against his hand, only wanting to defy his authority. But in your situation and position, you really had no choice but to obey.

The prison stunk and the gawking eyes of the other prisoners made you uncomfortable as you shuffled past them.

“There’s no empty cells left,” one guard tells the other behind you.

“Just throw her in with the pink bitch,” the other responds, and your head turns in confusion. You’re going to have a cellmate? A “pink bitch?”

“Who?” you ask them, but they ignore you as they drag you across a few more cells. You’re finally stopped in front of one, and you tilt your head to sneak a glance at the inmate inside of it. Will she be your cellmate?

You’re startled by a thump followed by a crack sound, which you notice is your soon-to-be cellmate’s fist pounding into the stone wall.

You could see the bulging muscles of her broad shoulders, the sweat dripping down between the creases. Tattoos adorned her upper back and followed all the way down to her forearms. Who is she?

You’re so mesmerized by watching her that you almost forget that you’re here to be jailed. With… her.

As the gate to the cell opens up, the shadows of the bars cross her back until you can see her better light.

Suddenly, your handcuffs are tugged off by the guards, and you’re shoved in the cell harshly. You struggle to keep your balance as you hear the cell gate slam shut behind you.

You start to soak in that you’re now stuck in jail until your cellmate turns around and looks at you. Beads of sweat slid down her face, and she catches her breath.

“Who the hell are you?” she asks, scrunching her scarred eyebrow. Her short, pink hair covers her eye. That explains the “pink bitch.”

“I’m… your cellmate,” you respond, intimidated by her presence.

“Yeah, I got that. I meant your name,” she corrects.

“O-oh…” you blush and look embarrassed as you tell her your name, and you then ask for hers.

“Vi,” she responds.

“Like your cheek,” you blurt, and your blush deepens when Vi looks you in the eyes for a couple seconds.

“Yeah. Like my cheek,” Vi says. Silence fills the air for a couple seconds, and you both stand in awkwardness. Thankfully, Vi breaks it.

“So, tell me, what’s a pretty thing like you doing down here?” Your eyes widen at her unexpected statement, and your face becomes hot again.

“W-what?”

“What? Look at you, you’re so small and sweet-lookin’. Are you sure they got the right person?” Vi jokes. You pout, which makes Vi smile.

“Yeah they got the right person,” you confirm, looking away from her and leaning against the wall. Vi sits on the floor near the other side of the cell.

“What did you do then?” Vi asks as she tilts her head, looking genuinely curious.

“Just some minor shit…” you respond. It was totally a lie; dealing shimmer is the worst business you could put yourself in, especially because of shimmer’s dangerous properties and high demand. But the money was too good for you to resist.

“So, ‘minor shit’ is how a cute girl like you ended up in a cell with me, huh?” Vi says.

“Stop it. I’m not cute,” you say with a frown.

Your eyebrows raise as Vi stands up, walking over to you with her hands in her pockets. She stands in front of you, face to face. She’s tall, at least three inches taller than you.

“You are,” she says, “look at you. You don’t look like you belong in a prison like this. You look like a pretty, little Piltie, looking so fragile…” Vi says, looking down slightly, “so delicate.”

You know you don’t look like the average Zaunite. You’re too feminine and sweet-looking compared to the rest of them. Usually, you hate being called small and delicate, but with Vi, you don’t seem to mind. In fact, it’s making your face hot and your palms sweaty, and you can’t understand why.

“Vi…” you start, not knowing how to finish.

“Hm?” Vi asks as she starts to back away, leaving your heart racing with your back against the wall.

“Nothing…” you say. You brush the dust off your pants and sit on the tiny bed awkwardly. Vi sits back down on the floor as she drags her foot across the ground. You take a small glance at her, and you notice the small smirk on her face. What a tease.

“I’m bored,” Vi says, tossing a small pebble out the bars of the cell. You nod, not knowing how to respond.

“How long have you been here?” you ask her.

“A couple years, I think. At some point, I stopped keeping track,” Vi answers.

“Oh… so you must get bored a lot, then. Have you just been by yourself the entire time?”

“Yeah… been just me,” Vi says, looking at the ground. You assume that she’s extremely touch-starved after spending years in solitary.

“So, then, what do you do when you’re bored?

Vi shrugs, “Usually, I just work out. Or punch the walls, you know?” Vi laughs, pointing at the multiple cracks along the stone. You laugh, too.

“So… how did you get those tattoos?” you ask.

“Oh, I there’s a guy that can do ‘em for you. Why? You interested?” Vi asks, looking up at you.

You shake your head, “No, I was just wondering.”

“Oh? You wanna see?” Vi asks.

“I can see them.”

“No. I mean all of them.”

Blush starts to return to your features, “I-it’s alright if you don’t want to-“

“It’s okay,” Vi interrupts, “come closer.” Slightly hesitantly, you step towards her. She stands and begins to reach for the hem of her shirt. You watch patiently.

Slowly, she pulls it off to reveal her hard, toned abs. You have to stop yourself from gawking.

“Like what you see?” Vi asks. Not knowing how to respond, you simply shrug. But your red cheeks answer her question. Vi smiles smugly as she turns around to show off her muscular back.

Gears and wheels follow the back of her arms to her shoulders, and then extend to the rest of her upper back. Whiffs of smoke intertwine with the gears and everything just comes together perfectly.

“Vi… it’s really nice,” you compliment.

“Yeah?” Vi says. Without thinking, you reach out to touch it. Vi jerks flinches lightly with the unexpected contact, but she doesn’t interrupt your exploration.

After a couple seconds or your hand running over the might of her back, you realize what you’re doing. You quickly pull your hand away.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know why I-”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Vi assures as she turns around to face you. You stop your eyes from looking down at her muscular stomach and instead force yourself to look into her gray eyes.

“You’re so cute,” Vi starts, “especially when you’re nervous and blushing like that.”

“I’m not…” you argue, but Vi shushes you and drags her thumb along your bottom lip. Your breath hitches.

“You are. You’re so cute, I just wanna ruin you until tears are streaming down that pretty face of yours,” Vi says as she inches her face closer to yours. Your eyes widen at the bluntness of her statement.

“Vi… you can’t just say stuff like that. What if the guards catch us?”

“They won’t. The guards are sleeping right now. We’ll be fine,” Vi assures as you feel her breath on your lips. You decide to trust her as you let your lips brush her gently.

Vi grabs your chin and pulls your face towards hers, kissing you passionately. You give up your control and let her tongue explore your mouth. Vi pushes you against the wall and continues to make out with you.

She grab the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, leaving you in your bra. You blush and make an attempt to cover yourself, but Vi holds both your wrists with one hand.

“No. I wanna see it,” she says. She lowers her head to your neck and starts to bite marks into it. She lets go of your wrists, and uses one hand to hold your chin to the side and the other to drag along your chest.

You can’t help but moan when she pulls your bra down to your waist and kisses your breasts. Her mouth wraps around your nipple as you grab her pink hair. Vi doesn’t seem to mind it.

Vi places her knee between your legs and you absentmindedly begin to grind against it. Vi brings it upward and you groan. The guards may not be able to hear you right now, but the other prisoners sure can.

“Shh…” Vi says, “You don’t want everyone to hear you, right? To hear how much of a slut you are just from grinding against my thigh?” Her words surprisingly make you moan. You shake your head, but you wouldn’t really mind it if they did.

She removes her leg from in between yours and you whine in frustration. Before you could protest, Vi grabs your body and throws you over her shoulder like you’re as light as a feather. It turns you on.

She walks over to the small bed without any struggle, and she tosses you onto it. You look up at her with those adorable, innocent eyes, and it drives her feral. She gets on top of you and makes out with you again, but this time it was much less gentle. Your hands tangle through her hair again, and you grab it as if she’s your only lifeline.

Vi’s lips travel down your neck, down your chest, and she starts kissing down your stomach. She finally unclips your bra, and then she surprises you when she licks a stripe all the way from your nipple to your neck.

Vi’s hand starts to reach for the hem of your pants. She sits on her knees between your legs to unbutton them. She takes your ankles and brings them up, allowing her to yank your shoes and pants off. You blush at being exposed like that, and your position with your legs in the air. You try to bend your knees to cover yourself, but Vi holds you still. Even though you’re still wearing your underwear, this feels very embarrassing.

“Vi…” you whine, but Vi pays no attention to it. Instead, she pushes your knees back so that they almost reach your head. You turn away in an attempt to hide your face from her. She doesn’t need to see your red face; this is humiliating enough as it already is.

“Aw, baby, are you shy?” Vi coos, “Hold your knees for me, just like that.” Despite the embarrassment, you obey. And you can’t say you don’t like it.

“Can I take this off?” Vi asks, gesturing to your underwear. You nod.

Vi pulls off your underwear, and she brings it to your knees. You squirm with the thought of how you must look right now. Legs up, knees apart, so fucking exposed, and it’s all for her.

“Aw, look how wet you are. You’re fucking soaked,” Vi teases. You whimper.

Without any warning, Vi pushes her middle finger all the way in and without any struggle. You moan.

Vi begins to slide another one in. This time, you can feel the slight sting from the stretch, but you like it. You subconsciously grind against her hand to push Vi’s fingers in deeper, and Vi chuckles.

“Fuck, you’re so needy, aren’t you? Good girl.” You shamelessly grind against her fingers as your eyes shut and you grip the sheets.

Vi flips then you two around, so she’s lying on the bed and you’re on top of her, your knees on either side of her waist. Her fingers are still in you.

“C’mon. Ride me,” Vi whispers as she pushes your head down to rest on her shoulder.

You moan at her words and start moving your hips again. You adjust yourself to get her fingers to just touch that one spot… but you can’t. You look down at her and see her smug smile. You know she’s avoiding that spot on purpose.

“Vi, fuck, c’mon,” you whine, still trying stimulate your sweet spot.

“What’s the magic word?” she teases, like you’re a child.

“Oh, fuck, please? Please, Vi, please please please…” you moan into her neck.

Vi suddenly curls her fingers in you. She hits the spot perfectly. She continuously rubbed it, giving you no break or chance to breathe.

“Oh my god… Vi… it feels so fucking good, please don’t stop!” You try to match her rhythm, but it was too fast for you. You do the best you can. When her other hand reaches down to rub your clit, you can’t hold your sounds back anymore. Fuck it if the other prisoners hear you. They can hear how good Vi is making you feel…

“Vi- I’m cumming,” you tell her, mouth agape and expression blissed out.

Suddenly, Vi pulls her fingers out of you takes her other hand away from your clit.

“No, no no no no…” you cry, as you attempt to grind against her, not wanting to lose your high. A tear of frustration falls down your cheek and Vi loves it.

“Aw, did my girl wanna cum?” You sniffle and nod.

“Please, please let me. I can’t take it,” you beg.

“But you look so adorable like this, crying into my neck,” Vi says, tilting your head up so she can wipe your tears away.

“Please…” you beg with desperation. Vi moves your body so that your knees are on either side of her right thigh.

“C’mon. Ride me properly, then,” she says. You whimper and begin moving your hips. The rough fabric of her pants against your swollen clit feels so good, and you try to match the pace Vi was going at earlier, but you can’t do it.

You cry out in annoyance, and you look up at Vi with those wet eyelashes and swollen lips.

“Vi, please, help me?” you ask. Vi shakes her head.

“You can do it. C’mon. Ride my thigh like the slut you are,” Vi says, grabbing your hair and pulling it back. You place your hands on her biceps and use it as leverage.

With each motion of your hips, Vi brings her leg up slightly to help you. Her hand is still in your hair, yanking and tugging on it whenever she feels like it. It hurts your scalp, but it feels so good.

“H-help…” you moan out. And, this time, Vi complies. She reaches down and rubs your clit while you ride her.

“Don’t cum without my permission,” Vi warns, and you nod in response.

In just a minute or two, you could feel your orgasm creep into your body again.

“Vi, gotta cum, please?” you ask her nicely.

“No,” Vi says. Plain and simple. You cry out in need as you continue riding her and Vi keeps rubbing your clit.

“Why?” you whine. Tears fall down your face as you struggle to hold it, and Vi smiles at the sight.

“Because I said so. Be a good girl for me,” Vi says. You want to, you really do. But you just can’t hold it anymore.

Just as you’re about to cum, Vi pulls her hand away and places her hands on your hips to halt their movement. You try to fight against her, but she’s too strong. No no no no…

You start to actually cry this time, not just the soft mewling like before. Vi yanks your hair, making you look upwards.

“Were you just about to cum? Without my permission? You weren’t planning on disobeying me, were you?” Vi says, looking at you angrily.

“‘M sorry, so sorry,” you whimper.

“Bad girl. Told you to hold it, and you didn’t even listen,” Vi hisses. You start to cry more.

“I really tried! I’m really sorry, I did listen!” you try to convince.

“Oh, really? So if I didn’t pull my hand away, you wouldn’t have cum?” Vi asks. You sniffle and stay silent which answered her question. Vi sighs.

“I’m so sorry, Vi, please,” you say in desperation. Vi grabs your face harshly and squishes your cheeks together. You try to apologize again, but it comes out in gibberish.

“Fucking slut can’t listen to fucking instructions,” Vi says. Her other hand reaches down to slap your ass. You moan in both pain and pleasure.

“M-more…” you moan, not even realizing what you said until Vi lets go of your face raises an eyebrow.

“Oh? You want more?” she says with a smirk. She brings her hand down on your ass over and over again, causing you grab onto her shoulders. You moan her name as more tears drip down your face.

“Such a dumb slut. Crying from a few spanks. But, fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this,” Vi whispers into your ear. She continues with her hard hits, making you squirm on top of her. She holds you down easily with one arm.

She doesn’t stop until red hot handprints litter your ass.

“You look so beautiful right now…” Vi tell you.

You sniffle, “Please, wanna cum now, I can’t take this anymore!”

“Aw, poor baby,” Vi says, stroking your hair, “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, it hurts, Vi. Please? Please help me?” you ask her nicely.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” Vi says as she pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” she says. You obey. Vi kisses down your body until she reaches your dripping pussy. She gently places a peck on your clit, causing you to back your hips up against her face. Vi laughs at your desperation.

Finally, she licks a stripe up your slit and circles her tongue around your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Vi, it’s so good,” you moan.

Vi eats you out like there’s no tomorrow. Her tongue fucks deep into you and her nose nudges against your swollen clit.

“You taste so fucking sweet. I love it,” she whispers into your pussy. The slight vibration from her talking makes you go feral.

From all the edging you experienced prior, it doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge. Her lips sucking your clit and her strong hands holding your thighs was too much for you to handle.

“Vi, I need to cum, please, can I cum?” you whimper. For a second, you’re worried she’ll deny you again. But instead, she hums and nods between your legs.

You let go with a scream. This is the most intense orgasm you've ever had. You see stars and your legs shake around Vi’s head.

Vi doesn’t stop. She continues lapping up your juices as they drip down her chin. You make an attempt to push her head away, the sensitivity being too much, but she stays put until she gets every last drop.

You finally get a chance to breathe when she pulls away, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, and smirking at the sight of you.

Vi brushes your sweaty hair our of your face and coos at you.

“So good for me. Good girl,” she says. You nuzzle into her neck as you start to drift off. Vi gently puts your underwear back on for you and drapes the blanket over the two of you.

“Thank you…” you whisper. She slowly drags her fingers down your arm.

“Hey?” she asks. You hum in response.

“How’d you get in here?” Vi asks, “You never told me.”

“I… dealt some drugs,” you respond.

“Oh? So it really is just minor shit. I thought you were hiding something,” Vi laughs. You laugh too.

“Yeah, just some shimmer,” you admit. Vi stops laughing for a second and her eyes widen.

“You’re kidding,” she says, stunned.

“I’m not,” you chuckle.

“You dealt fucking shimmer? That’s fucking crazy. I didn’t know you were capable of that shit,” Vi replies, sounding impressed.

“Yeah, well, I got caught, so…”

“Well, you know, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have had the best orgasm of your life,” Vi smirks. You nod in agreement.

You yawn and your eyes began to close. You rest your face comfortably in her neck, and she looks down at you in adoration.

“My good girl…”

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hazelistired · 3 months

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women of arcane>>>

#arcane #arcane league of legends #league of legends #vi #jinx #sevika #vi x reader #jinx league of legends #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #vi x you #vi x fem reader #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x female reader #vi arcane #arcane vi x reader #sevika arcane

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chaoticvi · 6 months

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Caitlyn and VI + developing feelings for each another (part 1) (part 2)

requested by @phoenixlionme

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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Hi! Can you write romething about Vi with fem!reader with a breeding kink, who begs Vi to use a cumming strap-on on her and be as rough as she likes-

Vi is so damn hot, she makes me go supid.

Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, strap-on use, rough sex, creampie

A/N: Every time I see Vi punch someone I fall for her more. And so does Caitlyn.

Adoption is always an option but she gets the sense that this is different

This isn't just you wanting a kid, this is you wanting the fantasy of Vi specifically being the one to make you pregnant

If her strap and cum is what you want you don't need to say a single word more

Wants to be able to look at your pussy while she creampies it

But also wants to see your eyes roll back into your head when you finally get what you've been asking for, begging and pleading for the better part of an hour

Used to think creampies are too messy

Still are but it's also hot to see your pussy full after she pulls out

To make it even better for you she starts talking about breeding you, how much she wants to give you kids, as many as you can fit into that belly of yours, how hot you're gonna look when you're swollen and pregnant

Grabs your hips every time she finishes, she needs this in order to stay grounded and not lose herself in this fantasy

Might have started wearing that strap-on under her clothes so she can breed you any time you want

#arcane x reader #vi x reader #arcane imagines #vi imagine #arcane headcanon #vi headcanons #arcane smut #vi smut #arcane x you #vi x you #arcane x female reader #vi x female reader #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagine #league of legends headcanon #league of legends smut #league of legends x you #league of legends x female reader #x female reader

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zileans-big-cl0ck · 9 months

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✦—How do they show that they trust you?✦ SFW

✦How do my favourite League men show you that they trust you with their whole hearts.

✧ prompt: ✧ nothing special, just pure stream of words. Fluff.

✧ champions: ✧ Zed, the Master of Shadows; Shen, the Eye of Twilight; Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; Thresh, the Chain Warden; Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ I love grumpy men having soft spot for the reader hshshshs. Please ignore any mistakes.

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✦Zed, the Master of Shadows; taking his mask off.

Only with you Zed doesn’t mind taking his mask, that usually stays on him, off. In every long and exhausting mission that he participates in, in every training with adepts of the Shadow Order, he prefers to keep his mask on. He does that not only to appear more professional for his students nor to stay quite anonymous, but secretly, deep inside, what only you know, he does not desire to be identified with the majestic yet murderous figure he has created. His armor is both his shield on the bloody battlefield where many dies, but also something distancing him from other people. He is there for them physically, but offers none of his simple humanity. But with you and only you, he - with a lot of effort (a little help with opening up from you was always appreciated by him) - lets his guard down. Though he seldom does that, mostly when all his problems eventually overwhelm him. The moment is always intimate, in his private room, when he takes his mask off, his sharp gaze fixed on you or the floor. That was not the first time you saw his face, but you couldn’t help but admire him. You gently took his face in your hands with a delicate and slow move, as a hidden for so long tear rolled from his eye. Besides his mask, in those rare moments, Zed tends to take off his armor too, so you can see his bare back, sculped with scares and black, sinister-looking tattoos - a painful memory of his past and the power that the unmerciful shadows wield in themselves.

✦Shen, the Eye of Twilight; devoting his time to you.

Shen is a kind man to everybody. With his esteemed reputation as a defender of Ionia, the keeper of balance that everyone lurks for in this land, everyone respects him. He is a patient teacher to every person, his student or not, and he is always there for them. That’s why he is a trustworthy leader that everyone can find comfort in - and you know exactly about this. As much as he is an anchor for his loved ones, you are so, so special for him, that he obviously treats you with a different kind of respect than others. Shen tries to be always by your side, usually sliding a reasurring hand on your back if you are comfortable with it, to make you feel that he is there for you, ready to both protect and give himself fully - either to open up or just comfort each other, rest and appreciate the others’ company. Shen lets his small moves that he only gifts to you slid when you are both alone or when he thinks nobody sees you two - not because he wants to keep your relationship a secret, but he feels like these moments with you are only for you two. Nobody should bother or distract you - that’s the irreplacable time he dedicates to give you his full attention.

✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; letting himself be vunerable around you.

As the successor of the Shadow Order and Zed’s mightiest student, Kayn carries on his back expectations of both his surrounding and himself. And, in addittion, the Darkin, a curse that lives in him. But when alone, only you two, disturbed only by Rhaast and his presumptuousness, he lets himself be just him. Gentle and quite lazy, as he tends to lay with his head on your lap while taking almost all the space on his own bed. Kayn secretly enjoys you taking care of him, letting you see his vunerable and sweet side. When far from ubiquitous gazes, where you can get some privacy, the Shadow Reaper feels no longer like being forced to challenge everyone in his sight or proving them that he is worthy of becoming the next Master of Shadows. You put no pressure on him, you understand him as no one else does, and he appreciates your every move, when you show him how comfortable he can be around you. And you, the only person that treats him gently, see him as a normal human being he is. So even when you stroke his silk, dark hair with slow moves and soft hands, that next slide down to hold his face in them, he is not disturbed by Rhaast muttering about Kayn’s weakness. Because he is not weak when with you. He is just himself.

✦Thresh, the Chain Warden; sharing his story with you.

Because how obsessive Thresh is and how he can push himself to manipulate everyone and everything for his beloved one, some might think this man is actually not capable of love, at least not a healthy kind of it. And maybe it is true; maybe the connection between you two is none of an exemplary illustration portrayed by others, but there’s one thing that assures you Thresh’s intentions are clear and, actually, lovely. This man of course would never admit this willingly, maybe only to make you flustrated, but he has showed you his gargantuan collection of souls not only to impress you. He wants you to understand why are they trapped there, where he can toy with them, forcing them to face their merciful owner. They are in here not only because he is a sadistic soulkeeper - which was a surprise for you - but because they heve to suffer like he did. You are the only one, only one alive, who has been priviliged with the knowledge of his past - how the whole Blessed Isles betrayed him and how he has sworn to bring retribution on those who dared opposing him. He shared his story with you while walking past the cages, countless souls screaming inside for justice. Thresh appreciates what a good listener you make and how you seem to not judge him, based on the person he was long way before.

✦Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper; assuring you with simple words.

This man knows better than anyone else how is it like to be betrayed by others. Well, he paid his life for understanding that trust is a powerful weapon; that it should not be given so easly to people. Pyke struggles with something that you might call trust issues, though he would never admit that something so trivial might affect him so much. Neverthless, you were the first person after his, well, death, to hear from him that he truly trusts you. As straightforward as he is, Pyke frequently mutters to you something about how much he trusts you and how important it is to him. It would be almost adorable to hear such words from a ruthless killer with a soft spot for you, if it wasn’t just upsetting how a betrayal can break a man. Eventually, nothing says more than simple and particular words which come with honest intencions; he does not hide that he wants you to feel special about being able to read him like a book. You earned this man’s trust and he show that in such simple acts, like just letting you around him, which is not a priviledge every mortal may possess, as Pyke is know for his… strong reputation in Bilgewater.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 8 months

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Could you do Jinx x a Winged reader?? I loved ur ekko one! I feel like Jinx would use your feathers as bookmarks and collect them to stuff pillows so she can cuddle with you whenever. She would go nuts with them tbh

(I'm glad you liked my Ekko one and she very much so would do this lol)

Jinx x Winged!Reader

You're totally right when you say she would be going nuts for them

The absolute second she saw you, she was in awe

She was going million questions a minute just wanting to now how in heck you have wings

She always wants to be touching them at all times

Especially if they're fluffy and crap

When you hug her, please encase her with the wings

She finds so much warmth and happiness when you do that to her

Especially when cuddling because she feels so safe and loved

You can be going on about anything and he's sitting behind you, nodding while grooming your wings

She definitely wants to dye your wings with pops of color if she's able to

Even adding washable marker and pens to add her little marks on them like boom signs, bombs, and her monkey signal

She obviously is collecting the feathers that fall off

Each one she gets and each one she cherishes

She uses them as bookmarks, pens, accessories, literally anything under the sun

She loves finding them all over

She also loves if you can fly fast

She wants you to hold her while taking her for a fly

She'll even jump off the roof of a building or from a blimp just so you can save her

She probably met you when she was already Jinx and older but I can't deny that little specks of Powder and her childlike happiness shined through when she saw the wings

She wants to know everything and

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buttermynutter · 2 years

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Signed, Viktor | 11/18

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Resident impromptu marine biologist,

The flowers are thriving, you can see them from even the sidewalk below your balcony! I didn’t doubt you could grow them from just cuttings, but I’m still a bit relieved because, to be honest, I picked the types solely on their names. Fuchsia is simply too interesting of a word for me to dismiss.

Speaking of thriving, I’m sure the “mermaid” is doing just as well. Perhaps you shouldn’t have convinced that child the manatee was really a lost species, but I suppose that’s what he deserves for pounding on the glass so much - he should prototype inventions of the Talis family.

As you know, I lived near a river in the Undercity, but our visit was the first time I had seen anything larger than a minnow or crawfish. It was simply magical, though we probably shouldn’t have gotten candy floss before the whale show - after the splash, it seemed more like a disappearing act. I wasn’t aware creatures could grow that large! Rio was already a spectacle to me, though it was most likely because of how small I was at the time.

I’m sorry for cutting this reflection short - I realize our visit was already a week ago anyway, yet that doesn’t stop it from rebounding around my head like you did from glass pane to glass pane. I understand you were excited, but that won’t stop me from reminding you that you identified staff members inside the tanks cleaning as different species of fish twice.

Instead, I wanted to speak of last night, hopefully while seeming as much as like I am directly talking to you as I can. Ironic when I could quite literally do so by simply knocking on the door to your quarters, I know, but I thought it would be the most fitting in a letter - at least, the most sentimental. (Not to mention that I am tremendously anxious, but I’d rather not think of it at the moment.)

Speaking of sentimental, did you know that the café - the one we had our first meeting off school grounds at - has closed down? I could hardly believe it when I saw it this morning since I wanted to surprise you with a drink, but I've heard they're merely moving, so it should still be nearby.

Also, do you happen to remember the sachet of herbs you gave me? I know you told me it was only an old wive's tale that it helps with allergies, but I genuinely feel that my sinuses are clearer. If only all ailments could be cured so easily.

Wait, I'm getting off track - I can't believe I've had not one but two tangents in writing. I promise these notes aren’t usually this nerve-wracking, but this letter carries considerable weight; so much so that I am delivering it myself (again, a bit redundant, but I like to think it adds to the charm).

If there is one thing I may ask of you, it would be to please not think of me any differently.

Because of last night, an internal cauldron that I have been carrying for quite a while has finally boiled over. It had been brewing ever since you shook my hand across the library table, but the last evening simply pushed it over the edge. Everything about it seemed tailored to pull me to that realization; from our journey in continuing to find out which key belonged where to chasing those discoveries to the water wheel outside.

We didn't trade many words sitting on that ledge, but I'd never felt closer to somebody. I know I've told you I’m not one for physical affection, even avoiding an embrace or two from you, but I regret it immensely. Goodness, I think that plant from so long ago had held you longer than I ever have.

However, I have reason to believed that has all changed. Because of you, I've found out why people hug, why friends link arms, why a single pat on the hand can be important, why a brush on the shoulder can linger for hours. Yesterday, and so many days before, I felt, well... received, I suppose. I couldn't play with the Zaun children, I couldn't travel with the academy students, but I don't have to with you - because there's nothing else I want to see.

I felt like with my arms around you, I never had to leave that spot, never had to pick up my cane again, like I could merely drink in your happiness and live forever.

Above all, you've stirred the heated coals of my lost faith in myself and my scientific proficiency into a renewed smolder; that aspect heated the cauldron before I even saw your face. A little drop of dreams can only go so far, but you've turned both yours and mine into a river.

And I don't plan on building a dam anytime soon. Like we have all these months, I still want to dodge flashlights in the dark with you, to formulate increasingly outrageous excuses when they inevitably land on us, to ensure that you get more from this academy than an assistant job and a metal brace. To put it simply, I'm sure you've heard of the term "Cupid's arrow". In my case, he must've used a rifle - and he's a terribly good shot.

Perhaps this is all a bit forward. I hope you are not uncomfortable or feel obliged to be mutual in this, anything but that. I just felt it was only right to tell you. After all, are we not for progress?

By botanical (though maybe not scientific) terms, the tree of my life had become barren, and I could barely remember when my potential was a promise instead of a regret. When you came to sit under its branches they not only bore fruit, but also more types than I could ever imagine. I’m not certain of much in this world, but I know indefinitely that you are beautiful and that I want us to pick every fruit on that tree until the only thing left for us is to touch the stars.

I don't know, I may be overcomplicating this. In the end, I only have to use a few words to describe how I feel.

I love you.

♥ Viktor

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Ding, Ding | Jayce x Masc!Reader Smut

Fem!Reader version here Summary: Bakery AU - Jayce stays to close up after Heimerdinger leaves early one night, giving him ideas that he doesn't expect to face again the next morning. Warnings: Semi-public sex, improvised fleshlight, penetration, oral sex, choking, dom/sub undertones, fingering, cockwarming, yeah, you get it