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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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mantizimus · 5 months

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S/O is fascinated by them

Jhin

Oh, so you're his fan? How adorable.

Wondering when exactly you started admiring him.

Jhin oftenly shows you the paintings he creates, solely to see your reaction.

Always ready to listen to your suggestions.

Calls you his #1 fan.

Thresh

Sorry, but he doesn't sign autographs.

But seriously, he is a little surprised by your fascination.

Thresh wants to know what exactly makes you behave this way.

If you want to know about the past of one of the souls he has, he will be happy to tell you.

He might even share with you one of the magical secrets he knows.

Fascination seems like a rather strange reaction to him, but he doesn't complain.

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togetherhearted · 4 months

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Hello. How about Sett, Thresh and Nasus with explosives specialist S/O?

Hello to you!

And of course!Hope this is fine!!

SETT,THRESH AND NASUS WITH EXPLOSIVE SPECIALIST S/O.

-Sett recognizes his limits. He's formidable with his fists but put him in front of a machine snd he will look at you with confused puppy eyed.

-He would love to help but he's as delicate ss s pack of elephants in a glass house;no way you'll let him touch your stuff.

-Asks if you can prepare fireworks for his grandiose entrances in the arena.

-The souls collector might get too interested in your abilities. His mind working on a plan to use it at your expense.

-Will convince you into making a,totally not dangerous,explosive;then trick you to deploy it in an empty space, apparently empty but you don't have to know the truth.

-Despite the quite obvious sinister intent, you are happy he's supportive of your work.

-The first time you brought one of your explosives in his library he went out of character and almost threw it out golf style. He was afraid you would damage his books.

-It wasn't your intention to upset him, so you only worked on them outside;making them explode in the sand.

-He still gifts you books about them. He wants to support your passion, in his own way.

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saey707 · 11 months

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Spirit blossom Thresh x fem!reader please

✿ Prompt: The spirit of obsession, Thresh, wants to preserve your mortal innocence ✿

♡ champion focus: thresh ♡ tw: slight nsfw, obsession ♡ Fem reader

Author’s Note: Thank you for suggesting! Since this request was unspecified I went with something a tinier bit naughty for Spirit Blossom! Thresh. Also! This work is not a female reader, but the reader is implied to be feminine ☆〜（ゝ。∂）Enjoy!

Purity was frequently symbolized by the color white. Untouched, like fresh, moonlit snow. It was delicate, frail, and blameless even... It was the color Thresh used to describe you.

You were a tender, ivory blossom, something much more divine than that of any other mortal spirit that crossed the realm. From the moment Thresh’s lantern itched to taste your soul, he knew he had to have you. He knew he couldn’t allow you to stray down the same monotonous path that damned fox led all those other souls on... No, not you.

In the eyes of the spirit realm’s cruel warden, you had so much potential. And Thresh always had a taste for the finer things, things with potential and endless opportunity, things that were shapable to his every desire and ill thought. It was not a mere passion of his, but an obsession.

But you... Oh, you were more than he could have ever imagined. You were an angel to him, something he observed to be pure of heart, full of happiness and light. You were blessed. And blessed souls were the souls that had fulfilling lives, full of happiness and endearing memories, the ones who would be led down the path of nirvana. Sweet paradise...

How disgusted it made the spirit of obsession, how bitter a taste it was on his tongue. Paradise and nirvana... More like a privilege in Thresh's eyes. Something his poor, lost souls could never attain...

But, fear not, little soul. Even you who are as blessed as the moon's light could still find comfort inside his lantern...

Unlike the occasional mistakes he’s made as a father to all his spirits, Thresh was positive you wouldn’t be one of them... And he would perfectly manipulate you right into his loving arms.

Thresh pinned your half-naked figure down by the neck, against the plush and cloud-like cushioning, leering over your beautiful, untouched form. Your back was facing him, allowing him the perfect, view of your vulnerable, bare skin, as well as every deliciously feminine curve that outlined your figure.

The demon's large, tendril-like fingers pinning you by the nape of your neck began to slowly rub your bare skin, stopping just above your posterior. The slight scraping of his nails against your back sent shivers down your spine, Thresh admiring how sensitive to the touch you were.

He began to rub your hip, the massive being propping himself up behind you.

"You're gorgeous..." He praised you.

You were barely able to feel his wispy breath against the side of your face, but it was enough to leave you desperate and longing for him to panegyrize and admire you even more.

He yanked your body to turn the other way, your arms instinctively moving up to cover your bare breasts, only for him to stop you.

His sadistic and devilish eyes lured you right in, causing you to drop your arms, one hand against your collarbone, the other sprawled out beside you.

Thresh dragged his nail against your jawline, craning his neck forward to lean in, meeting you face to face.

"Tell me you like it here..." He brushed his lips against your chin.

"I like it here..." You responded shortly thereafter.

Your cheeks were flushed a perfect pink, edging him on.

"And... tell me you want to stay here with me..."

He was half shocked to hear himself request for you to say that, but even more so when you brought a hand up to tenderly caress his cheek, your lithe fingers brushing deep purple locks past his pointed ears.

"...I want to stay here with you..."

You beamed at him, the spirit sinking into your light-hearted touch. No matter how hard the spirit tried to study your face for any signs of imperfections or fear, your steady composure and certainty to remain by his side... Almost frightened himself.

"You... are the most peculiar soul I have ever come across." He commented, his ears ringing happily with your authentic laughter.

"I would hope that's a good thing, Spirit..."

Your lips barely grazed against his own, Thresh shutting his eyes.

And... For the first time in a long time, the sadistic spirit of obsession smiled.

"Perhaps not all bad... Though, I do find your purity... Enticing."

You were everything and more, pulling him along to the brink of insanity with your gentle smiles and loving grasp.

All that he wanted, everything he couldn’t have, sprawled out perfectly before him. Yet... Beneath him, he envisioned you so beautifully terrified. Scared underneath his hold, his scornful eyes taunting you. The gentle whisper of words making him wonder... What to do with you...

He chuckled, tapping his nail against his cheek.

How can he think such salacious thoughts about a soul? What in his right mind was torturing him to think so lasciviously?

How horrible was he for wanting you already? To ravage that purity and uncertainty, tainting you and your chances of ever attaining that sickening paradise.

He gnawed away at his own thoughts and temptations to just fuck you right now, making you scream and purr out his name every time he slammed into you..! Would you say his name? Or perhaps something more unexpected? Oh, Thresh certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to call him father if you wished...

"It's insatiable... My hunger. At the same time I cannot find myself wishing to consume you. It's as if you're... Lacking something vital."

Such a statement left you uneasy, Thresh reeling in his own thoughts right before you. It left you to wonder... What was on his mind?

You could only watch in the brevity of it all, torturously observing how Thresh's mind swirled with ideas, his facial expressions contorting into unreadable states that left you wondering what ideas he was conjuring up.

And the longer you reeled...

The more terrified you felt beneath his sadistic stare.

It was as if you were becoming more aware of the impending doom that was beginning to unfold and reveal it's truth right before your eyes.

"Maybe... We should... Stop and have a meal then..." You shakily suggested, the demon grabbed at your chin to shut you up. He could feel the slight tremble of your breath and the way your eyes dilated as soon as he grabbed you.

And oh how he loved it...

There it was! The sweet, beautiful fear upon his little soul's face was the secret sauce!

"Ah ah ah~ Don't try take back your words now, we're just getting started." Thresh spoke lowly, barely suppressing the maniacal giggles by gnawing his fanged teeth into his index finger.

However, when you began to squirm underneath his confines, he shook his head.

"Oh, don't worry, little one... I'll be gentle..."

He would make sure he would be the only man that would ever get to touch you and hold you so intensely, so much so that you would be sublimely meek and eager to meet his tender-loving cruelty.

Because you were a white lily ensnared in the cold hands of the devil himself... and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you go.

"For now..."

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bewitchedleague · 2 years

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How would Jhin, Pyke, Yone, Sett, Thresh, Kayn and Viego react to you feeling insecure?

There was no such thing as insecurity to him. What could you possibly be insecure about? His muse. His whole museum. No, there must be something - someone, tainting your image of yourself. In his twisted mind, he would think, perhaps he hasn't worshiped you enough, or paid enough attention to his surroundings to the point someone had gotten close enough to hurt you this way. Jhin would obsess over you, reminding you that every curve of your body was pure art - obsess about your house, there must not have a single thing in that damned place to make you question your worth. With his mask pressed against the side of your head and arms around your figure, a familiar humming soon was escaping Jhin, his soft song bringing you comfort. He will make sure you knew your worth, one way or another.

"Flaws? There are no such things when it comes to you. Can't you see, darling? You're my greatest achievement, no one, not even you - is allowed to say otherwise."

Insecurity? Pyke would hum at your words, mind working to think of what to do. This wasn't a everyday situation, and while your presence was also fairly new, he was completely lost about this. For the most part of his undead life, all that he would ever think was about his list - all the names, all the killing. This whole... feeling thing, was rather confusing. Pyke would approach you slowly, almost as if scared of further elevating your anxiety, and he would ask you how could he help you, if there was anything he could do for you. Once you tell him, he'll know by heart and you won't need to tell him again - he works with experience, and the more he comforts you, the better he gets at it.

"How... can I help you? D-don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to... figure out how to make you feel better..."

Almost as if he had done this already for you, Yone would be a master at comforting whatever doubts and fears your mind would be stressing about. His experience in being a older brother to Yasuo made him very accustomed to anxiety and mood swings, as he was always there to try and help his brother with whatever he was dealing with. Yone would give you a soft kiss on the forehead and pull you into his arms while simultaneously whispering just the right words you needed to hear - whatever you wanted, if it was in his power, would be yours. Gentle touches combined with sweet words, the perfect medicine for your troubles, what else would you really want?

"My love, whatever troubles your mind, I wish to help you in any way I can. Please, what can I do for you?"

With a laugh and a tap on your back he would say something along the lines of 'what a good joke'. Once he realizes the tears on your eyes and the disappointment mixed in, probably because of his reaction, Sett's ears instantly perk up. How could you feel insecure? Someone so pretty such as yourself? Would embrace you in his arms, almost suffocating you from how tight he'd be holding you. A quieter lover when it comes to these types of situations, depending heavily on physical affection to get his words across. Head pats and small groans to remind you he's there and listening to whatever you have to say, or your quiet sobs. A quiet apology about his behavior at first would fall from his lips quickly, voice quivering like he was afraid that his demeanor by itself further upset you.

"... I'm here, I'm here, okay?"

As sadistic as your lover could be, he had an undeniable and overwhelming soft spot for you. There was nothing in Thresh's mind but to keep you away from any harm, any pain that this forsaken and cursed world was capable of. The warden would be by your side in no time, wiping those tears off your cheeks with his clawed fingers - softly, and gentle as if you were made of glass. Would have his lantern show you the happy times of his imprisoned victims to try and cheer you up, any story you wanted could be played by his lantern. With a hand on your back, would slowly pull you to him - the coldness of his body creating a nice contrast to your hot face. His deep voice whispering sweet, seductive words of comfort, making you wonder just how many souls had he reassured before cruelly taking their life.

"There is nothing to fear. I'm your protector, I will not let anything happen to you or to us. I'll damn any soul that tries to get in between us."

Now, don’t get too sad when Kayn awkwardly inches close to you and simply sits next to you. All his life he was trained as a child warrior, everything he knows about is related to war, so his whole body is tense on this situation as he keeps you company - gets even more tense when you lean on him or hug him, slowly calming himself down and hugging you back. Tries to remember the times he was in this situation and you reassured him, decides he’s going to do everything. Heats you a hot bath, cooks you something simple, puts petals in the bathtub - all while Rhaast murmurs how annoyingly irritating human relations and emotions are. Kayn ignores every single word from Rhaast, knowing whatever you’re going through he had to help you with it, as your lover, he wanted to be someone you could trust without fears.

“How... unnecessary is this. Surely they know how to deal with this themselves.”

“My love... I made you a bath! There are also some snacks in there, if you want I could join you and I’ll let you do whatever you want with my hair!”

“Ugh, humans...”

The King himself could not understand where your anxiety came from, but he didn’t necessarily care. In his eyes, this was a test to prove to you just how devoted and loyal he was - and he would do an excellent job at doing so. Anything you wanted, would be yours. While kneeling in front of you, he would ask you to assign him a duty that would make you feel better. If he discovers this anxiety and your pretty tears were caused by a third-party, there will be no tomorrow for them if you allow him to take vengeance in your name. Now, your lover would not argue if all you wanted to do was have him embrace you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down. Viego is a devoted man, he will not leave your side until you’re back to normal.

“Anything you wish for, it’s yours. So please, give me purpose and allow me to give you something that will make you feel better. Anything.”

Do not copy or translate my works.

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lightning-bringer · 1 year

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Thresh NSFW headcanons

Ive been playing Thresh non-stop, and I'm currently working on a Thresh NSFW request, so it got my head full of thoughts about this little shit that I can't really say to my duo when gaming

Theres lots more I didn't include in here (I spend too long thinking about him) so I'll likely make a part 2 or a NSFW alphabet for him

Warning: lots of BDSM themes such as spanking, sadism, dacryphillia, primal play (Thresh is for the subs and the subs only)

Thresh is a little shit. He's the worst in all the good ways. I feel like I say it a lot but I can't stress this enough...

So he's a tease, the biggest one out there. If he's not in the mood for hardcore stuff (which I'll get in detail later) he'll touch and kiss his partner for literal hours on end without giving them the pleasure they seek

(Or, if he's with someone that can't controle themselves/is easy to make cum, he will make them cum until they're begging him to stop)

Oh also he absolutely will get under his partner's skin just to get them angry/frustrated just because he likes to see them squirm and fuck with lots of pent up stress and anger later

Thresh will also make his partner cry every time. Doesn't matter how, if it's out of frustration or pleasure, to make them cry is his goal as much as it is to cum or anything like it

He's a HUGE sadist and has a huge dacryphillia kink... so his partner's tears get him going like nothing else, specially if they're out of pain caused by him

He loves to use a crop on his partner, and he'll be there fully clothed and smirking delighted, dick throabing every time he hears a loud sob coming out of his partner's mouth

If you play him in the game just imagine him saying "screaming won't do you any good, but it's music to my ears"

(He fucks in his Unbound/human form most part of the time but if he's angry/particularly mean, he'll turn into he's base form to be extra scary)

Thresh has a big dick!!! And he knows!!! (It's not a monster cock or something but like, it's a struggle)

He really likes if his partner seems to struggle to take him, and it'll be the only moment in which he'll be "kind"/patient, while he coos at them and says "what is it little lamb? Does it hurt? Does it stretch you too good?" as he stays still for them to adjust, but only because he loves to see them gasp and writhe as he doesn't even move

But he won't wait long and soon will be fucking violently, snarling and shit

I don't think it can be called primal play, because he doesn't like it in the animalistic way, but Thresh really likes to "hunt down" his partner as a scene/play. He won't run, won't growl, he'll be there smiling as his partner is hidden and he slowly looks for them with the promise of punishment and pleasure

(and if you want you can imagine him saying his famous and fairly INSANELY SEXY lines such as "nobody escapes", "come out and play")

Thresh is not into degradation but he likes to be condescending... likes to point out if he's partner is struggling and/or when they're in pain he asks them rethorical questions just to humiliate them

His nicknames in and out of bed are a little eccentrical and always associate his partner with delicate things, such as "little lamb" (his favorite) "doll" (his second favorite) "sweetheart" "wild flower" (very affectionate, comes with a "my" in front of it and usually reserved for the foreplay when he's taking his time teasing his partner)

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voidcat · 3 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.

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darkmold · 4 months

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Thresh d!ck analysis because four people demanded it

Pretty big (around 7.5 inches length) and decently thick. There’s a series of fairly prominent veins along the sides but the most sensitive part is by far right on the tip- pay attention to that area and he’s putty in your hands

His cum is actually pretty thick. Have you ever poured heavy cream? Kinda like that. It’s an opaque off-white and it tastes bitter (can’t imagine people in district 11 can afford a very well-rounded diet but idk)

There’s a patch of dark, wiry hair at the base of his cock and he doesn’t really bother with grooming it (he also doesn’t care what his partner does with their hair)

He’s surprisingly romantic with his sexual encounters. Even if you’re on your knees with his dick halfway down your throat, you bet your ass he’s gonna be holding your hand and calling you his beautiful doll

#the hunger games x reader #the hunger games headcanons #the hunger games smut #Thresh x reader #Thresh #thg x reader

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ghostkinnie · 2 years

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#𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓 !! — SIZE KINK

Pairing: Sett, Darius, Shen, Aatrox and Thresh x reader

warnings → nsfw, size kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation kink

a/n: some nsfw from the big guys 🥴

SETT

Sett is huge, even if you're tall, you can't compare to the wall of muscle he is. So it's obvious he has a size kink and you found that out when you went to bed for the first time.

He tried to be as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you, entering you slowly but it didn't take long for him to lose control when he saw his cock being crushed by your small hole. This man moaned like a beast when he saw your belly rise with the size of his dick. He went insane.

"Fuck doll! You're so small, I'll break you like this"

DARIUS

It may not seem like it but Darius is a gentleman, he loves to treat you like porcelain in bed and honestly what attracts him the most is how small you are in his arms.

You don't have to try hard because he will do everything. He loves having those big, callused hands by your breasts, sinking those wide fingers into your mouth and making you gasp. But if there's something that makes him going crazy is when he's fucking you and you're begging for his big dick.

"Do you want me to come inside you, baby? I know you want daddy to fill you."

SHEN

This man loves her small mouth and the way she fits his dick so well. He goes crazy when he sees tears in your eyes as you try to swallow his size with your throat tight, he can spend hours watching this scene.

"Come on, little one, you're perfect like that."

He whispers as he takes your hair in his fingers and makes you hold all his cock in your mouth, moaning at the contact.

THRESH

Thresh is a sadistic bitch, so it's no surprise that he loves to see you squirming to support his size. He licks his lips and smiles wickedly when you scream with pleasure at being fucked by him.

"So small but so naughty, bunny."

He teases you as he holds your small waist in his hands and sinks deep inside you making you roll your eyes and scream with pleasure. He wants to destroy your cunt.

AATROX

I hope you don't want to walk in your life anymore because this man has no pity. He'll fuck you like you're a doll and he'll love how you squirm. Aatrox is giant and his dick is as big as he is, so no matter how much you guys have done it you will never will be used to its size.

He will literally destroy you, leave you shaking and sobbing for him, a real mess.

"That's right, cry like a bitch over my dick that's what you're for."

#league of legends x reader #league of legends headcanons #league of legends imagine #aatrox #thresh league of legends #thresh #shen #darius #sett x reader #sett imagine #sett #aatrox x reader #shen x reader #thresh x reader #darius x reader

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vewyscawywriting · 9 months

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Boundless Pleasure

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Unbound Thresh x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 4021 words

Tags: Edging/orgasm delay, overstimulation

Summary: You sneak off with Thresh and experience a night at the inn. It goes different than what you expected as Thresh is playing annoying games once again.

Summoners weren't allowed outside of the Rift or the Summoner building, but when Thresh himself had allowed you to come with him as long as you didn't interfere or annoy him, how could you possibly stay in your room. You were sure if the Institute were to find out punishment would be worse than just a simple ban, but your disguise was perfect, and as long as Thresh knew what he was doing you'd be fine. Surely. You had escaped punishment with your outing with Draven as well, so you weren't too scared.

You took a carriage through a city somewhere in Noxus, sitting quietly opposite Thresh, who didn't pay you any attention, just scheming by himself, so you decided to look outside the window. The view was... quite something. Even though you took the backstreets, you could clearly see the Immortal Bastion towering over all the buildings. Just the fact that you, a Summoner, were in Noxus right now was quite overwhelming. The sudden halt of the carriage made you fall forward, right on top of Thresh, who immediately looked down on you with one raised eyebrow. Well, fuck you sideways.

"I'm so-"

"Always so clumsy. I can't understand how someone can live like this, but this quite explains some actions on the Rift." he said with a sigh, not helping you up, but not pushing you off as well. You tried to get up quickly, face heating up at the notice of your position on his lap, and as the horses that drew the carriage stepped forward another step, the carriage jerked, making you fall back down again. You groaned. Whyyyyy...

"Now, we don't have all day. I'm sure they'll have a room for us in this inn where you can throw yourself in my lap if you really can't help yourself."

You finally got up, indignant. Brushing imaginary dust off yourself you straightened your cloak before you very carefully got out of the carriage, making sure not to do something stupid again.

...

Bort, the poor man. You felt for him, truly! However, your promise to Thresh had made sure you couldn't really say a word to him, either in warning or to comfort. You could only try to convey things with your gaze, but the cursed man never looked in anyone's eye. Honestly it was for the best, just observing what the sadistic wraith would do was better than any movie.

...

The door closed with a soft click behind the two of you, a silence falling over the room as you awkwardly walked towards one of the single beds in the room.

"You're gonna kill them all, aren't you?" you asked the man who stood still in the room, a brooding look on his face.

"Oh, of course," he said as he finally faced you, chuckling, "It's what they deserve."

"And even if it wasn't, you'd still do it, of course."

"Of course."

His eyes glowed with a strange light as he looked at you, excitement, bloodlust, sadism, you could read it all, and you shivered. You recognised that lust was probably not what you should be feeling at this time, but damn if you weren't turned on right now.

As a matter of fact you had been quite... affected all evening. You liked Thresh a lot when he was still in his true form, but now that he had chosen this more human appearance, you liked him differently. Where before the only thing that could be understood from his skeletal expression was sadistic pleasure, there was so much more to be gleaned from his new human face. And fuck if it wasn't a handsome face as well!

"Does that make you feel sad, Summoner?" he asked, as if you weren't actively anticipating what he'd do. Somewhere in your mind you realized you should feel bad about all these people dying to him, but you somehow couldn't emulate the feeling. You decided it had to do with that you were a Summoner, not an active participant in this world, just an observer. And not because your morals had become quite skewed. No, you had morals damn it, you were a good person... maybe.

"No." You told him honestly, "Not really. Honestly, I like to observe you in your element, so to speak." Damn, you were really honest, huh. Then again, these were your true feelings, and why would you hide them? After all, it's not like you didn't have sex with Thresh before, so you could afford to be a little open with your feelings. Probably.

Especially if you wanted to get laid again tonight. And this time he'd be in his unbound form. You couldn't help a small moan escaping you at the thought, and of course he heard it, closing the distance between you in a couple of his large strides.

"You're quite desperate aren't you? Well, I suppose I can indulge you for a couple of hours."

"Don't ask me to beg," you whispered as you were pushed down onto the slightly uncomfortable bed, memories of last time resurging in your mind, and you really didn't want to go through that whole power play ordeal again.

"I've already given up on your compliance, Y/N." he said with a sigh, pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He was, of course, still in control. You'd get him under you one day, for sure. But not now, not yet.

His hands were under your robes, mapping your body, and you sighed as you opened yourself to him. His gaze promised pleasure and pain, but you were accepting of it all if it came from him. Blunted nails dragged down your skin, down to your jeans that he swiftly unbuttoned. There was too much fabric between you and him, the cloak you had worn to hide your features lay discarded, but both of you were still dressed, and that was just no good. Your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, pulling at his coat, which he shrugged off as he kissed you forcefully. Breath became scarce, but he did not pull back as he slowly, oh so slowly, undressed you fully. The moment he finally pulled away, a wicked smile on his thin lips, you gasped out for air as if you were drowning just moments before.

His fingers were on your thighs, holding you down with bruising strength, but you wished his fingers were elsewhere. You were throbbing under him, trying to invite him to you with your body, and he moved his head down, nosing your crotch.

"Fuck," you cursed, the stimulation driving you insane as you heard him chuckle at your desperate reaction.

"Still struggling with patience, I see," he said, chuckling more at your response to his hot breath hitting your weeping slit. "You have to learn, dear summoner, that all good comes to those who wait."

"I am waiting," you ground out, "I am waiting very patiently right now for you to shut up and eat me out already."

One of his eyebrows raised as he stroked your thigh gently before biting down on the tender flesh, making you yelp out. His thin fingers went back to stroking the irritated spot afterwards as you cursed and groaned at him. "There, there," he coo-ed, one finger running up your lips as you were held down from bucking up by his hand on your hips, nails digging into your skin as you couldn't stop yourself from trying. "Very soft and so very mouthy. I could break you with my pinky."

You couldn't stop the words from tumbling from your mouth. "Then put those fingers of yours to use and make me fall apart, Thresh." This man was going to tease you to death, you were sure of it. A chuckle was your reply as he eased his pinky finger inside of you.

"Well, is this what you wanted then?" He purred, knowing that there was no way you'd be satisfied with just that. "I'm not hearing a thank you."

"Oh, go to hell."

"Already been there, dear summoner," he purred against your skin, moving up to bite at your stomach as you tried to keep your noises down. His voice dropped further to a threatening timbre and you shivered against your will. "And I'm willing to show you what it's like-"

You barely had time to register those words as he suddenly stopped with a snarl, turning towards the door and freezing in his movements. You were about to ask him why he stopped, but before you could the door swung open violently. Two burly men stepped inside, followed by a woman skittishly looking around and closing the door behind her before checking the hallway one last time.

A condescending whistle came from one of the men as Thresh slowly got up, turning their way as you scrambled to hide your naked body from their eyes. Luckily he had only taken off his coat, and he was free to face the two men that had invaded your privacy.

"To what do we... owe this pleasure," Thresh said, voice low, but a smile was on his face, and it was slowly dawning on you that he had hoped for something to happen. Maybe not in the middle of your lovemaking, but the way his hands twitched by his side as if reaching for his hook and lantern told you he was waiting for them to make a move so he could pounce on his prey.

"We saw something real interesting at dinner tonight," one started as he cleaned his nails with a large gleaming knife, "Didn't we, fellas?" He turned to the other man who chuckled, showing his own weapon as even the woman glanced their way and cracked a smile, before hissing a "hurry up" at them.

"And what would that possibly be?" Thresh's voice was melodious as usual, but the edge of danger in his words made you shiver. His eyes were on them like the eyes of a predator on a prey, despite the fact that it was 2 vs 1, and it didn't seem like he had any weapons on him.

"Don't play dumb, man," the second guy said, stepping to the left as the other guy stepped to the right, surrounding the warden who seemed unperturbed. "You're in the outskirts of Noxus, we don't go around giving golden coins out to random inn workers. No one unless they're not native and filthy rich. So hand over all your money old man."

Thresh seemed to narrow his eyes at the mention of him being an old man, but it seemed to be out of humor rather than offence. A chuckle escaped him as he replied: "You're right, I am old, and I am not from around here... but had you known exactly what it is I am you would not have come inside this room so brazenly. It's honestly quite refreshing." The smile disappeared from his face. "However, you came at a very unfortunate time, as you can see. I am in a good mood, though, and I'm going to give you a chance to walk away."

This was met with laughter from the men and another hiss from the woman telling them to stop playing around and just get the money before someone would come.

"No one's gonna come," one man replied, "No one cares about a foreigner like this. He's only good for the money in his pocket... which will be ours soon. Now hand over all your money quickly before we hurt you, and no more playing big in front of your whore. We all know you don't mean it." At this statement you made an indignant sound, a "You wouldn't let those ugly pieces of shit insult us like that, would you?" on your lips, but before you could utter the sentence everything seemed to explode into action.

The two men jumped forward with ill intent, weapons gleaming in the light of the candles and oil lamps, moving ever so quickly closer to Thresh' exposed neck who seemed to stand perfectly still.

"Just kill him!" The woman snarled from the doorway, seemingly out of patience, and as the men did just that the sound of metal slashing and a loud gasp filled the room. You hadn't averted your eyes, not even for a second as you saw what happened almost in slowmotion. Thresh had stood still, taking the attack head on without moving an inch. And the blades had moved almost simultaneously, swiftly ridding Thresh of his precious head... or so they'd thought. At the realisation that the weapons had moved straight through his neck without any resistance the two men paled, moving in for the kill again and again as a low chuckle, barely even heard over the sound of the weapons clashing together, slowly rose in crescendo until a loud, cruel laugh was all that filled the room.

"Oh, you are so dead." You muttered from the bed, seeing Thresh transform into his true form in front of your eyes, and knowing what the fate would be of the people in front of you.

...

"Dear Bort, there's life... there's death... and there's me," Thresh cruel voice came from the end of the hallway where he talked to the poor worker that had been bullied so intensely before. You could not see the warden's face from your place in the doorway, but the way his voice lowered to an almost threatening purr made an image of the man's expression spring into your mind all the same. Bort was the only one remaining after Thresh' killing spree, and you were glad for it. Unsure about his future under Thresh thum, but it would probably not be worse than the life he was used to... probably. It's not like he really had a choice.

A wry smile was on your face and you felt your heart squeeze painfully as you heard him agree, seeing Thresh transform his soul in front of you.

...

And back you were inside of the carriage. Now drawn by ghost humans instead of horses, but you didn't dwell too long on it, hearing Bort laugh and have a good time from his new place as the coachman. Thresh didn't even think about spending the night in the inn now that he was done with his business there, but as you sighed for the umpteenth time he finally addressed the issue of your... well, coitus interruptus.

"I am quite satisfied," he said, the grin on his face as big as the moment he'd left the inn, and you gaped at him.

"Well, I'm not!" Was your indignant reply, and honestly, there was no way he was either. He seemed pleased enough, judging by the expression on his face, but there was something down there that still required attention. You were sitting so close together in the carriage, your knees practically touching, and if you reached out just slightly... so that's what you did. A sly, tentative hand reached out for his thighs, the touch so soft and quick you saw his eyelids flutter just slightly at the feeling. You didn't voice that you knew he was lying, but moved your hand to his crotch where you found him very unsatisfied still. A small sound escaped you as your other hand joined your first, enjoying the texture of his pants under your fingertips as you ghosted your digits over his still throbbing erection. Your hornyness had died down a little, but came back full blown at the sigh that came from him as he opened his legs further for you.

You were thinking it was time to return the favour for him teasing you so much earlier. Deft fingers made quick work of his pants, and he didn't stop you from undressing his lower half entirely. His dick, almost strangely human now that he was in his disguise, was like you remembered it, except less... glowy and green. Without hesitation you ran a finger across the length of it, following a prominent vein from balls to tip, eyes on his face as he gave no overt outward reaction of his pleasure. But the way you noticed his eyes lose focus was enough of a tell for you to continue your ministrations. A finger became two, until you had your entire hand wrapped around the base, slowly moving up and down as you kept your eyes on his face. Pleasure soon enough made way for frustration as you kept up the snails pace, a grin growing on your face with every slow, gentle pump.

"I see." He said as he opened his eyes. "This is payback, hm?"

"Exactly," you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice as you tried to maintain your slow pace. You were absolutely soaked meanwhile, but you hoped you hid it well. If he realised how much you wanted him he'd take advantage of it. Your pink tongue peeked out to wet your lower lip, and you saw his eyes focus on it instantly. The grin on your face widened, as you slowly moved in to give a small kitten lick to the tip of his leaking member.

He actually groaned your name at this, and you felt yourself practically leak a puddle on the floor. If you weren't fully dressed again you might have done exactly that, but now all you did was make an uncomfortable wetness spread in your panties, ruining the fabric and chafing your skin. You held strong though, moving in to lick the tip again before moving on to the vein you had so lovingly traced earlier. He twitched, and globs of precum dribbled along the shaft for you to lick up. His knuckles were white as he held tight to the seat, but his patience was running low.

"Enough," he suddenly barked, grabbing your hair tightly in a fist, pulling you up to his face and gritting out: "Your mouth or your cunt, which one?"

Your eyes widened at this, but your mouth was faster than your brain when you cried out: "Fuck me stupid already! I've been dripping since that fucking inn!"

Barely realising you said this quite loudly and Bort had let out a small yelp from the other side of the carriage walls before minding his own business quite quickly, you were quickly manhandled onto Thresh's seat as he reversed your positions. This time you were undressed much more quickly than earlier though, while you only managed to get his coat off, again. He was already bare to you though, and the way he rubbed himself against your thighs and pussy lips was driving you crazy.

"You weren't lying about being soaked." He commented between devouring your lips, "All this from some playing around at the inn and then servicing me?"

No response was given as you'd rather put your energy and focus into kissing back and wrapping your legs around his narrow hips, pulling him closer. He rubbed against your lips one more time, head catching on your clit as you mewled out for him to put it in, which he did. With a firm thrust he was all the way in and you gasped out with no sound, eyes unfocused as you took in his entire length. The speed and bumps of the carriage still speeding through the streets of Noxus made sure neither of you was able to stay still for long, the vibrations running through you both, intensifying the feeling as he started moving, grunting in your ear how fucking tight you always managed to be. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting in harshly, pummelling inside of you as if his life depended on making you break. Unable to stay quiet, noises tumbled from your mouth until he covered your mouth with his hand. "Now we don't want the entirely of Noxus to hear what we're doing in here, would we?" He purred at you, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that made you see stars. "Violating Bort's ears is more than enough." Groaning you realised you could never face the man after this without feeling extremely embarrassed, but it was too late now. You tried to keep quiet, you really did, but even with his hand covering your mouth you were louder than you wanted to be, and you saw him sneer with every moan or high pitched mewl that escaped you.

"Poor little soul," he purred, a little sigh escaping him as you tightened after a particularly well placed and powerful thrust, "Look at you, completely at my mercy and so, so drunk for me." His thrusts slowed a little as a devious plan formed into his brain. "Think you can hold out until we reach our destination?"

The words registered slowly. "No please, I'm so close, we've waited so long already-" you cried out against his hand, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, slowing his thrusts significantly as your pleas were silenced by him. You had been so close, so close to release, and he took it from you swiftly, as you felt the burn inside of your core dim to smouldering embers. He finally removed his hand, and you took this to tell him how much of a piece of work he was. He took it with a sharp thrust that had you shut up quite quickly, stoking the flames inside of you ever so often as you climbed to your orgasm only to have him withhold it from you. Tears were starting to leak from your eyes, against your will, but you were just so frustrated, and you had been so close. Unsure if you were even able to orgasm at all after all the edging, his thrusting almost bordering on overstimulating now that your orgasm was ruined so many times.

"How... far..." you cried out, shivering against him as he chuckled and wiped away the tears from your cheeks with deceptive care.

"Not very far, sweet soul. Hold on for me, will you?"

You wouldn't be surprised if he just had Bort ride forever at this point; there was no destination, was there? Anger filled you as you grabbed the warden by his long hair, the ornaments digging into your palm as you pulled him close to your face only to hiss: "Enough now." He chuckled up a storm, but rewarded you with a finger against your clit, rubbing you quickly.

"Ah, poor thing, wouldn't be good to break my summoner." He said as he picked up his pace, finally going back to the deep, hard rhythm he had before, "even though I'd love to." Was added under his breath, but at this point the carriage had slowed down, and you had held on admirably. Also he wasn't sure how long he could hold out either, your constant tightening around him after each ruined orgasm had him on the very edge as well, and he was too prideful to come before you.

The carriage stopped, but no sound came from outside as Bort didn't speak until he was sure you two were done in there.

"We're there," you cried out, almost delirious as you climbed again towards an orgasm that if he ruined it again would have you cry for real. "We're here, please, please, please-"

The feeling inside of you reached crescendo as Thresh finally fucked you to orgasm, the feeling overwhelming you so much you were sure you ruined the carriage forever. "Fuck. Thresh." You cried as you doubled over, eyesight going dark as your orgasm washed over you.

Unable to hold on himself Thresh spend himself inside of you as well, letting out a sinful groan that would have you ready for another round if you weren't so absolutely fucked out.

It was silent for a little bit as both of you caught your breath. You were absolutely exhausted, unsure if your legs could even carry you to where the carriage had taken you, so you just closed your eyes, hoping Thresh would do something about it.

"We've... we've arrived, sir." Came Bort's small voice from outside, and Thresh chuckled above you, slowly pulling out as you whined from the feeling.

"We sure have."

#thresh x reader #unbound thresh #night at the inn #champion x summoner #my work #smut #nsft #x reader #league of legends #lol

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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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pagansniper · 1 year

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"So small, I'll be happy to break you in half."

#lol thresh #thresh #league of legends #lol #aesthetic #green aesthetic #thresh x reader #headcanons #moodboard #name moodboard

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carl-unironic · 2 years

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I see you 📸

#Thresh #thresh lol #league of legends #lol #LoL #unbound thresh #thresh x reader #unbound thresh x reader #Smut #lol smut #Thresh smut #Thresh x reader smut #Spirit blossom #spirit blossum thresh #Spirit blossum thresh x reader #Spirit blossum thresh x reader smut #League of legends smut #league of legends x reader

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saey707 · 1 year

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Mutualistic

✿ Prompt: Thresh permits you a place on his throne ✿

♡ champion focus: thresh ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender neutral reader

Author’s note: Considering this as a warm-up before I start fulfilling all of your wonderful requests again <3 This is a more weird/disturbing kind of fluff(?), so I am not putting trigger warnings on it because there is nothing too treacherous in comparison to my other works. Thresh is just being Thresh here ^^;; Enjoy!

In life and undeath alike, Thresh was a selfish, greedy, and obsessive being. Nobody understood his delusions of grandeur and the sycophantic tactics he was willing to take in order to gain total control. In the skeletal warden's eyes, humanity was chaff, and he would be the blade to cut down all those he considered weak and unworthy. And in the Shadow Isles, he was the one with all the power to... “guide” every poor, lost soul.

You always had faith in Thresh, even when he was human. You were the only one who ever supported him, a kind light in your soul, through and through. In your own life and undeath, you remained gentle, beautiful even. And perhaps Thresh was a bit of a coward to never notice the admiration in your eyes when you looked his way in life. But he always craved your attention.

Even after the events of the incredible Ruination, Thresh always hoped he would be able to find his way back to you. He was wrong to be such a coward in life. Never again would he submit to those who are now lesser than him. Those who are nothing but fated to meet his lantern.

There was never an ounce of hate in your spectral heart. And perhaps that's how you were able to retain your ever-glowing appearance, merciful to humanity, even in the afterlife. To a greedy wraith like Thresh, such a sight was beyond delectable.

But Thresh knew that now, in this life, he can prove to you that his feelings were always mutualistic, a relationship you both would be able to benefit from and reap rewards. He knew now he wasn’t a coward and had more than enough courage to reunite lovingly with you.

There was just one thing: Would you even remember him in this eternal afterlife?

He was willing to go to great lengths to keep you as his own, his last resort was to become a tiny bit more devious and cruel than he already was. Only then would you look his way, seeing him for all his glory and might and power. And he knew, you would come to love him.

So he targeted the beings you so desperately wanted to save: The humans.

The wraith-like warden raised his sickle, ready to flay the terrorized, little humans beneath his feet. They cry and beg and scream... And Thresh revels in the sound of their pain.

How crushed he was to learn you only faintly remembered him... He didn’t understand how you couldn’t remember him as he remembered you. Was he not important to you? Or did you have to be reminded of who he was? It has been quite some time... Perhaps you just needed a point in the right direction.

So he took you into his sanctuary.

“Ohh my~ Playing outside I see? What did I tell you about coming out here alone?” Thresh beckoned, noticing how you fluttered about in the open when you should have been inside his Library of Agony.

“That I’m not allowed...” You frowned, walking towards him shyly.

“You’re not trying to escape are you?” He scowled, his spectral heart pounding rapidly against his chest seeing you cower under the glow-green flames where his eyes would have been. He didn’t want to hurt you... Never did he wish to do that to you. But you had to understand what he was thinking and misinterpreting to a degree. Couldn’t you??

“No... You know better than anyone that you cannot run from me. Come. Back inside before the horseman finds you.” His voice was low, watching you squirm uncomfortably at the mention of Hecarim. Today, you would witness Thresh’s mercy. You bowed your head in shame, following him past the double doors, into his prison once more.

Thresh hoped one of these days you would see perpetuity wasn’t so horrible in the devil’s realm with him. Of course, isolation didn’t prove to be ideal, but at least you were safe under his watch. Thresh felt at ease knowing a wraith outside wouldn’t harm you.

You were genuinely grateful to Thresh and his twisted mercy. No specter, wraith, or human would ever be able to hurt you. So long as you stayed with your beloved chain warden... That much you understood. Still, your soul craved redemption not for yourself, but for others. It ached knowing others had to suffer, while you had the privilege to stay beautiful and immortal and... happy at the sadist’s side.

“Little soul, come here... I got you a present~” You were eager, his glowing tendril beckoning you over to his throne, his lantern effortlessly floating in his near vicinity. You felt as if even the lantern was scrutinizing you. Though, it remained still.

Fluttering to sit on Thresh’s knee, he laughed, his skeletal eyes curving, almost to resemble a smile. Thresh’s smiles never looked quite friendly, but you didn’t mind it. You thought it was endearing.

“What is it, Thresh?” your voice sounded nothing above a whisper, gentle and wispy. He liked that.

“This is a collar... And I want to put it on you.” You curiously inspected the object he was in possession of, allowing your fingers to brush over it. “Quite impressive isn’t it, my dearest soul?” Your lips formed a smile, “What are these used for?”

He gripped onto your chin, giving you a loving rub, pleased when you nudged your face further into his touch. The warden had you in the palm of his hand... And you. were. beautiful. “To let everyone know you are mine.” You laughed quietly, the wraith nudging your forehead with his skeletal teeth, the space where his lips would have been.

“Ah, look at me, my dear! Look at me when I put this on you!” He spoke proudly, releasing you from his hand so he could proceed with the accessory, holding it up in the air. His lantern further illuminated its brilliance, as you scooted closer, turning your back to him so he can put it on.

It clasped into place, tight against your neck. Had you needed to breathe like a human does, it would have certainly choked you.

“Do I look pretty?” You asked, Thresh howling with laughter now.

“The most beautiful soul in my sanctuary!”

You were his, and he was yours. He would mold your shared reality into what he wanted it to be. You two can be horrifically beautiful. Together.

You would be his perfect little prize in undeath, a reminder of his success.

You would be the one he destroys the entirety of Runeterra for.

The chain warden would pridefully sit upon his throne, the leash to your collar in his hand. With you on his knee, there was nothing stopping him from being able to perfectly manipulate and torture those who dared to cross his path.

He always knew you would understand.

“Isn’t it nice to know that I am the only man that will ever love you this way? This much?” he vocalized quietly. You pushed your back up to his chest, allowing his arms to snake around your frail figure as he embraced you kindly.

“I can’t imagine being anywhere else anymore, Thresh...”

You were his. A precious person to him in both life and undeath alike. And he would have an eternity to prove to you that he took great pride in caring for what he deemed as his.

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