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#league of legends fanfiction
milksuu · 5 months
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Sorry, Mom. I'm The New Cleaning Lady For Heartsteel
Pairings: various!Heartsteel x f!reader
Status: on-going (Cross posted on AO3)
Content/Warnings: 18+ content, explicit themes, suggestive language
Summary: Identity theft was a crime—that was obvious. But when it meant paying off the bills for basically existing and your mother’s hospital expenses, committing a felony didn’t seem like a bad thing. It was like that one quote, from that one band, with that one hit song: “Two sides to a story but they never tell me side.”
Or…something like that. Wait, what was their name again? Heartsteel? Sounds like a dating sim game.
[Reader takes the identity of her mother, who had been hired to be the new cleaning lady for an up and coming boy band named ‘Heartsteel’. Obviously, there’s no way they would ever find out. But that was a joke. Because they’re definitely finding out: one by one.]
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“You…brought your own cleaning supplies?”
“You always need to be prepared, young man,” you replied, adjusting your duck-yellow cleaning gloves. They squeeked and flopped comically around your hand and fingers. 
“Ma’am, you do understand today is solely the house tour.” The man folded his arms neatly against his chest, white brow raised. “In order to rely on you fully, you’ll need to be familiar with the estate first. I thought we discussed this beforehand. That and…we have cleaning supplies to provide you with here.”
You paused at the grand modern entrance. You lifted your bucket full of sponges, brushes, and cleaning spray from the dollar store. 'Buy-one-get-one' on all cleaning supplies was the grand deal of the day. How could you pass a penny-pinching bargain? Swallowing your shame, you settled the cheap items on the pristine granite floors. 
“Oh, is that so? Must’ve slipped my mind. Age will do that to you.” You forced a chuckle, adjusting your sterile mask across your youthful face. “That and, I have such a passion for cleaning. I can't help myself. I see the inside of a house, and I just have to clean it. I’m sure you could understand that.”
“I don’t believe I could,” your employer said dryly. “Anyway, if you will, follow me.”
You nodded and shuffled along accordingly. As you stared into the back of his immaculately pressed business attire, a new-found horror struck through you: you had no clue what your employer’s name was. Frantically, you scavenged your pockets. From it, you pulled out a business card, holding it so close to your face you smelled the tinge of clean cologne.
YONE
RIOT RECORDS
DJ / PRODUCER
TELEPHONE:  XXX-XXX-XXXX
“The bottom floor consists of all of the amenities; gym, entertainment area, recording studio and so on.” Yone stated as he stepped into the open-kitchen plan. When he regarded you again, you awkwardly plunged the card back into your pants pocket. “The boys have their own scheduled chores every week. They’re expected to do it without you having to help them. I’m trying to keep them humble, but easier said than done. Refer to the chore calendar on the fridge. And try not to interfere with it too much.”
“Okay—who switched my protein powder with flour?” Behind an opened cabinet, a heavy-muscled stacked man growled. “Guys. Seriously. This stuff’s expensive. Where’d it go?” When he poured the contents out into the trash can, he plucked out a note from the bottom of the canister. The small print read:
‘Protein powder tastes like dog food.’’
The weight of realization punched him square between the eyes. He threw open the pantry, where dog kibble was stored in a tub at the bottom marked ‘Ernest’. Sett pulled open the container, and sure enough, found his  protein powder and scooper. There was no mistaking his favorite smell of cinnamon crunch isolate, now mixed with the scent of dry-bacon kibble. Another note pasted the inside lid:
‘Woof–Woof ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ’
“A–phe–li–os,” the name gritted between his canines. His ears flattened against his untamed hair, and crumpled the note to dust in his palm. “Oh–Ho. Mess with me all you want; but never mess with my gains. I’m gonna’ prank him back so hard tonight, he’s gonna’ be begging me to stop.” 
“Sett,” Yone coughed, grabbing the Vistayan's attention. “We have a guest today. Our new cleaning lady.”
“Oh, sorry about that.” Sett wiped his powdered hand against his sleeveless shirt. He reached and took your rubber glove with a squelch. “Hey, how’s it goin’, Ma’am. The name’s Sett.” 
You swallowed hard, hoping your glove would remain securely covering your hand. You feared if he pulled back, he would reveal a hand that wasn't so wrinkled for someone supposedly in their late-fifties. And that was according to your mother’s age printed on her driver’s license. Thankfully, you could tell he restrained himself to a delicate shake.
“Would talk more but gotta hit the gym. Nice meetin’ yah though,'' Sett started away, and called back over his shoulder. “Mom, can you take care of Phel for me? I dunno' where he hid the dog food for Ernest.”
Yone exhaled a silent sigh, and part of you felt pity for your employer. He seemed like a parent with a tag-team of overbearing children running around the house. Being a single parent was difficult; you knew this first hand from your own up-bringing. It made you grateful for your mother’s patience and attention. It was the reason you were here in the first place. 
“Let’s continue with the tour upstairs,” Yone said, motioning you to a loft-style staircase. “The second floor consists of all the bedrooms and laundry room. At the end of the hall is my room. As it stands, it’s completely off limits to everyone, including yourself.” He turned a sharp chin in your direction, “Am I understood?”
You gulped and pressed your shoulders straight. “Of course.”
“Mommy, help me!” A bed of green hair bounced to Yone’s side, tugging at his tailored suit. “Kayn’s bullying me again. But I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear.”
“You’re such a crappy liar.” The presumed assailant, Kayn, stomped out of the hallway bathroom. Magenta hair stuck to his furrowing brows. With just a towel wrapped around his steaming waist, his abdominal muscles tensed, pointing aggressively at his target. “I was trying to shower in peace, until bubblegum pop princess over here came barging in trying to take selfies of himself. Did you know people usually shower naked? I’d like my junk not to be posted on social media, unless I’m the one doing it. For cash.” 
“It’s not my fault you’re always going over your shower limit. News flash: we each only get fifteen-minutes. But you’re always breaking the rules! You know I take my selfies at the same time, at the same place, every single day. So how about you do us all a favor, and get some better time management?”
Kayn raised a vein popping fist into the air. “How about I get you a better face instead?"
Ezreal cried fake sparkling tears, cowering further behind their producer.
“Enough. The both of you,” Yone tightened around his words like a leash, restraining the quarreling pair. “For once, I’d like for you two to at least pretend you get along in front of others.” 
The two whined and grumbled under their breaths till they fell to a silent agreement. But the peace treaty wasn’t upheld for long. You saw a zap of yellow from the corner of your eye. The image was so fast, you thought you must’ve imagined it—Nope. You definitely saw something. Kayn’s towel knot popped loose. And it wasn’t caused by an event of divine intervention.
The towel billowed towards the ground. And the world felt as if it was turning in slow motion, like one of those car chase movies with excessive explosions. Except, the only explosion here would be your very own heart.
Sure, you took an anatomy class here and there. In high school, you remembered the penis joke’s and games, and they never flustered you. Heck, not even when your friends set your desktop screen to a .gif of dicks spinning in circles—you found that hilarious. And when anatomy classes began in college, they were all very clinical, rudimentary, and otherwise a snooze fest. 
But seeing one in real life when you’ve never had a boyfriend or a one night stand, was truly groundbreaking. Earth shattering, even.
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While you were stuck in your prison of naïve embarrassment, Ezreal laughed and pulled out his cell phone, camera light shuttering a mile a minute. 
“You little shi—!” Time sped forward again. With fast reflexes of his own, Kayn whipped the towel and knot back in place. “That’s it. You’re dead.” 
“Uh–Oh. Time to run again,” Ezreal quipped, zooming off down the stairs.
With all bark and full bite, Kayn vanished like a cloud of smoke in pursuit. You coughed against the smog, while Yone merely swatted his hand back and forth, dissipating the gray wisps.
“You’ll have to excuse them,” he commented. “They share the same room, but have vastly different personalities. I arranged most of them together, thinking it’d help them understand each other on a deeper level. And ultimately, help them perform better together in the studio and on stage. My efforts are…yet to be determined.”
“That’s alright. Can’t be easy for young men their age to share anything. Especially with them being full of energy, testosterone, and other things. O-Oh, to be young once more…ah-ha…” you laughed nervously. Oh, God. What the heck were you saying? Honestly, you had to give pardon to yourself. You were still trying to recover from seeing your first penis up close and personal.
The image would be forever burned in your mind.
You were pulled from your self-conscious thoughts. Down the hall, a pair of shadowed eyes peeked through a sliver of door and frame. When your gaze locked together, the other pair of eyes shifted shyly from side to side. As if a poltergeist existed within the room, the visage faded back into the uncanny crack of darkness. The door creaked closed, with an audible click and lock.
Yone pursued straight to the door, and you stood a few paces back. If there was any chance that a ghost was inside living rent-free, you wouldn't be the first it possessed. You weren't a certified Ghostbuster.
But you also weren't a certified Dustbuster, either. No one will know, know one will know, you chanted the comforting hymn. 
“Aphelios. Open the door. I know you’re in there. I can see the computer light flashing,” Yone stated, rattling the door knob. “Where’s the kibble for the dog? Sett told me you have it somewhere.”
There was a beat in the air. From behind the door, you heard feet pacing back and forth, and the sounds of finger taps against a phone screen. Yone’s phone pinged with an alert. He pulled it out, and opened his text messages.
‘I can’t open the door all the way. I set the bucket of dog food to fall on Sett’s head when he comes in. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ’
“For the love of…no more pranks today." Yone pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. "But I doubt you could even manage that. Whatever trap you’ve ensembled, take it down—now. And put the dog’s food back in the pantry. Unless you want to donate a cut of your earnings every month to Ernest’s pet store bill.”
Another pause, followed by begrudging phone taps. 
‘Fine, m O T h E r…(¬_¬")’
“That might take him a few. Depending how intricate the set up was. I would be surprised if the only thing involved in this scheme was just the dog food.” Yone motioned you back down the stairs. “Last thing to see is the outdoor space.”
Continuing with the tour, you passed through the lower floor, stepping down a hallway decorated with awards and magazine clippings. From commercial modeling gigs to sold out venues, your eyes glistened at the polished look the group was slowly cultivating. Which you had to admit, completely contradicted their personal lives.
When you reached a sliding glass door that stretched from floor to ceiling, you stepped out onto a landscaped deck. Lush modern garden trims, a shaded outdoor lounge, and smooth sandstone pavement decorated the space. At the backend, an infinity pool rested in pristine stillness. 
At the head of the pool, a person of sculpted bronze physique posed in swimwear on a lounge chair. When you approached along with your chaperone, he picked up his tropical drink, and tilted it in a cheering gesture.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mama gracing me with his presence. And look's like someone else is with him, too.” The man basking in the sun's rays and oil slicked, shucked his sunglasses onto his dread locks. “Let me guess. This must be the new cleaning lady you hired to pick up after our mess.”
“To a certain degree,” Yone replied. “But not all of the mess, K’Sante. Out of everyone, you should know better.”
“I only joke, Mama.” He grinned smoothly, taking a sip of his frozen alcoholic refresher. “Say, have you seen Sett? I told him to come join me for a tan by the pool. If he wants his muscles to truly pop, he needs to use some oil and not be allergic to the sun. The man is whiter than the sky is bright today.”
As he laughed to himself, Ernest left his chew toy at the far side of the pool, and came to sniff your shoes. With a smile, you slipped a very small piece of your long sleeve up, allowing him to sniff at your skin. The dog lapped his tongue around his slobbering chops, barking delightedly and pawing for you to pet him. You were more than happy to oblige.
These gloves came in handy after all, you thought pleasantly as globs of saliva fell in heaps over your fingers.
“What’s this? Ernest taking a liking to the cleaning lady already,” K’Sante mused at the sight. “Barely warmed up to us when we first met. We won’t mention the illegal trespassing but, call me impressed.” 
With a wink, he flicked his sunglasses back down to the bridge of his nose. “That or he has a ‘ting for older women. Can’t say I blame ‘em. An experienced woman has a certain power that’ll make any grown man cry. And from my own experience, it is never for mercy.”
Oh, boy. You couldn’t imagine your mother being interested in the cougar life-style. Not that you would approve of it. And you were certain your father would descend from the heavens and deliver the backhand of God to any young man who dared otherwise.
Before Yone could address the unsavory statement, Ezreal burst through the backyard sliding doors. Still possessed with laughter, he hopped and skipped over pool chairs and tables. The merriment stopped short when Kayn caught up to the cheeky idol, snatching his wrist which held the phone. From the staggering halt, the phone slipped from Ezreal’s hold, somersaulting towards the pool. 
“M-My phone!” Ezreal paled at the thought of losing thousands of stored photos of himself—Oh, and the blackmail photos he was going to use against Kayn, too. 
Yanking his wrist free, Ezreal pursued the device. But Ernest’s rubber hotdog toy squealed beneath him, forcing him off balance. Kayn latched an arm around Ezreal's slim waist, and pressed him safely against his bare chest.
He huffed against Ezreal's ear. “You can’t swim, you idiot. Remember? Just let it go.” 
Ernest barked at the surmounting commotion. Being the valiant guard dog with the perfect pedigree, he bounded on his thick paws to catch Kayn by the towel, with all the intent to keep them both from falling in. What a good boy! Unfortunately for Kayn, Ernest bit a bit more than he could chew.
Kayn’s voice bass boosted ten-octaves lower. “MY DAMN ASS!”
W-Whose voice was that? Was that even the same person? The thought rattled through you.
A chunk of Kayn's soft meat condensed in the jaws of a furry devil. A shock travelled up the nerves of his spine, into the the muscle fibers of his arm, shoving Ezreal forward. Ezreal flailed his hands in the air, desperate to find some semblance of balance—with no luck, at all. Fumbling on his tip-toes, Ezreal plummeted into the pool with a splash. Kayn stumbled from the after-shock of his spirit being bitten straight through his buttcheeks. His feet met the cursed rubber squeaker, sending him following suit into the pool. Except, the towel had its own plans. It decided to stay behind and not get involved.
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“I heard some commotion, fellas. What’s goin’ on?” Sett stepped out from the sliding doors. He caught witness of Ezreal’s face treading water, gasping for bouts of air. Sett’s muscles popped at the sight, barreling towards the scene. “Don’t worry, Ez. I’m coming for yah, buddy!”
Sett launched himself into the air, preparing the most athletic Olympic dive ever conceived.
Kayn inhaled sharply as he broke through the water's surface tension. Recuperating his breaths, he slicked his wet hair back from his face. Looking down at the waters crystal reflection, an odd shadow grew in size around him. And according to the forecast earlier; there was no chance in Hell of clouds or rain. Lifting his nose to the darkening sky, he blanched in sheer horror. A body, massive enough to eclipse the sun, hurled down like a meteor descending to Earth.
What day was it today, Doomsday? He must've forgot; Kayn never bothered to look at calendar's, anyway.  
Back to the painful mistress that was his life; a weak, painful moan escaped him. “You can’t be serious. This isn’t the cool death I deserve—”
Those were Kayn’s final words. A wave rivaling a tsunami consumed him, a random pizza chair float, and the immediate surrounding pool area. Standing in the designated splash zone, pool water soaked your soles, leached into your socks, and dampened your pants to the knees. From K’Sante’s spot, a shot of chlorine or two spiked his drink. He snatched his sunglasses off and shouted the words; “This was the last bit of banana daiquiri mix, you aboas! Now I have to go down to the liquor store and hope they sell it frozen already.”
Yone, with all the grace anyone could hope to be blessed with, merely side-stepped away. A single speck landed on his polished shoes. He narrowed his steely eyes, flicking away the insignificant drop.
You caught something flashing on the second floor of the estate. Looking up, you shielded your eyes from the glaring sun. From one of the windows, you spotted someone holding up a sign. You assumed it was Aphelios. The poster read:
‘4/10 Ezreal. 6/10 Kayn. 10/10 Sett.’
With a dramatic burst through the water, Sett hurled Ezreal over his massive shoulder, and walked out of the pool. Placing Ezreal onto his soaking back, he coughed and gagged against the awful taste of treated water.
He smiled at his new-found savior. “Thanks, Sett. I’m fine, but what about Kayn…”
The group shifted their attention over the silent, lapping water. After a bubble or two, the sight of Kayn’s bare bottom surfaced to the top. Floating like a wet and rounded land-mass, with the additional landmark of a pink dog-bite. 
“Kayn! Hang in there, pal!” Sett launched himself once more into the water, creating another wave of soaking magnitude.
Although the drink had already been spoiled, K’Sante reflexively covered the top of his daiquiri glass. “For God’s sake, Sett. Take your time. It’s not like you’re saving the life of an innocent man.”
As chaos continued to ensue around the gang, Yone placed himself at your side. With a shake of his head, he crossed his arms, and sent a ghost of a smile your way.
“Welcome to Heartsteel,” he said. “Your first day starts tomorrow.” 
Looks like your identity was safe…for now, at least.
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an: thanks for reading! the rest of the this story will most likely just be on my AO3. You can find me @ milksuu. comments and suggestions always welcomed. <3
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nagazmulagan · 4 months
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TOUCH AND FIGURE IT OUT. 🌊
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...i see you even if i close my eyes,
i hear you even if i cover my ears...
lazy intimate times headcannons with some of the heartsteel members. part two for yone only is here.
— heartsteel yone, kayn, ezreal x reader (all separate), smut, suggestive, reader is afab, settled relationship, kinda kpop related activities but only kinda
an: i got so mad today because i was writing ezreal angst but i accidentally deleted it but i want to post soo baaaddd so i wrote this T__T
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during the day, they're just handsome idols singing incredibly on stage. but sometimes, after a particularly hard day of working, or after not seeing their significant other for a long time all they want is to be next to you.
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— praise kink, overstimulation, overall really soft. i can't portray him of being much of a sex freak, I'd say he's pretty vanilla
he always wants to be his best self - and that includes his work, etiquette and pleasuring you. he spends most of his time training. yone is always affectionate, and when he misses you - it's extreme. expect him to be glued to your neck, placing butterfly kisses down to your chest and back up. his hands also can't seem to stop the feather-like touches all over your body. he's definitely a pleasure dom – before he even gets to cum, you're gonna have to be at least a bit exhausted. he can be glued to your mound for hours and feast on you like a man dying of hunger, if it will mean you'll be entirely satisfied. and it gets him going, too. he just loves you too much, all he wants to do is for you to be feeling as good as he can make you. and expect him to praise you, too. after all, how else can you know how proud he is of you?
"yone", you moaned softly as you tugged on his hair a bit harder, making him finally pull out his tongue of your cunt. how many times did you come already? you couldn't even count. but he surely did. all you know is that you've been waiting for yone to come back home, and suddenly you ended up stripping on your shared bed. he pulled out so many orgasms out of you and he showed no signs of stopping. not that you minded.
"are we done yet, sweetheart?", yone looked at you, placing his chin on your lower tummy, and smiling in a teasing way, and you could just look at him with your fucked-out gaze. "c'mon, dove. i know you can handle one more. be a good girl and i will do whatever you want", he said, placing kisses down to your clit, when he started to attack it with some kitty licks. he's definitely going to overstimulate you, and you know that you are gonna love every second of it.
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— hard dom, degradation kink, hair pulling, teasing
kayn and yone have one thing in common - and that is working extremely hard. he knows he's hot and just straight great at everything he'll do, but that doesn't stop him from doing even more, beyond the so-called borders of perfection. he almost everyday comes home late, there's no denying that; but he always knows how to make it up to you. just hint him that you're in the mood and he'll smirk, coming as close to you as possible and whispering dirty words of what he's gonna do with you. he expects you to obey everything he orders you to – as long as it is with your consent. he'll even mix praise with degrading words, just to feel you clench hard on his cock. and when it comes to hair pulling, he likes you to tug at his as hard, as he does to yours.
the whole room was filled with moans, groaning and sounds of skin slapping. kayn was taking you from behind, holding a fistful of your hair in his palm. "such a whore", he breathed, releasing a small laugh from his lips. "you're going to cum all on my dick, right?", kayn asked, not really expecting a reply. you were too busy moaning out his name and babbling words like 'faster', or 'harder', which he obviously heard and did just what you asked, but not before teasing you a bit.
"such a slut. can't even form a singular word properly", he whispered, slapping your skin, making you whimper once again. he grabbed your hair harshly and pulled your head up through it. "but it's okay. all you have really have to say is just my name", kayn said, placing a kiss on your hairline, just to let go of your hair and continue his antics, this time with a brutal, fast pace.
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— sub, brat, masochism, degradation, brat taming
ezreal was a simple guy. he talks a lot, makes snide remarks, genuinely committed to being a brat. and his bedroom preferences aren't any different - he'll whimper and say something provocative, just enough for you to punish him. he'll call you mommy if he's extremely desperate, too. he just wants to be taken care of by you. but if you decide that he should be a good boy today and focus on bringing you pleasure, he'll be happy to do whatever you want him to - he has long, slim fingers and he doesn't really know what to do with them, so just tell him to put them inside of you and he will keep brushing over your g-spot. he could do all that on a regular basis, but he's a brat, so he will just put up a fight and wait for you to tame him.
"don't stop", he moaned as you sat on his dick, riding him as there's no tomorrow. "if i knew that remark about one of the hot girls from the staff would make you go so-", he didn't get to finish his sentence as you slapped him in the face, which just made him whimper. you continued to ride him until he was close - and then, you just stopped. he deserves to be punished, after all. how could he think that it was proper to bring another woman into the conversation, especially in the bed?
"no, please, i'm sorry, don't stop", he pleaded, looking into your eyes. he couldn't even stand up, as you've tied him to the bed - he was completely at your mercy. "you know you're the only one who i want on top of me, right?", ezreal breathed, desperate for you to continue what you were doing. he was right, and you knew it - so you just sighed and warned him, continuing to ride him into oblivion, and making a mental note to not let him have his way so easily next time.
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angelltheninth · 4 months
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Lesson Learned
Pairing: Professor!Viktor x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, classroom sex, orgasm control, desk sex, almost getting caught, dirty talk, secret relationship, co-workers, teasing, fingering, sexy lingerie
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: Part of my 15k follower event! The prompt for this one was 'Viktor + Professor AU', which had my brain going ever since I saw it. It makes sense in canon too, I think he would have made a great professor. I don't know how this got lost in my drafts for so long cause it's been done for a loooong time lmao, my bad everyone!
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Many people argued that Viktor worked too much, he would argue that he didn't work hard enough. He's seen many brilliant minds get let down by the Academy, his friend Jayce once among them. Which is why he decided to become a professor, to nurture and encourage new people of any background not to give up. He very well loved amongst his students because of this.
"You're certainly popular." You looked over all the letters and flowers on his desk. "I think you got more of this than any professor today."
"Sounds like someone's jealous of me." Viktor moved the papers off his desk after looking over dozens maybe over a hundred letters today. "Is it me or the students you're jealous of?" He smirked when he saw how you were looking at the flowers.
You plucked one from the bouquet and threw it in his general direction. He heaved forward and caught it just before it hit the ground. You thought he was gonna put it back but instead he offered it forward.
"For you." You rolled your eyes at his gesture but you did accept it. He was sweet even when he was tired. "Am I the last one here?"
"No there's a few more professors tonight. Since it's exam season everyone's been working double time. Or I guess normal time for you." It was written all over his face, the tired smiles, the way too many cups of coffee he drank, the half-eaten lunches that he would only finish when the work day was over. "Do you still have papers to grade? I'll help you out."
"There's only a few more. Shouldn't take more than an hour so I can finish that tomorrow." Viktor walked over to the classroom door and shut the blinds before turning the lock. The clock sent a shiver down your spine and a pleasant throbbing in your lower belly. "I've been meaning to ask you, what's the real reason you came here tonight?"
"What do you mean? To see you." Viktor didn't buy that excuse. He walked behind you, his cane thumping a little harder on the floor then moments before.
He placed the flowers and his suitcase with the letters and the exams beside the desk and patted his hand on the now empty surface. You started to turn around so you could take a seat but he tapped the desk with his cane in warning, a series of quick taps that made your body respond and your cheeks flush. "How?" You asked with a shaky breath.
"Bend over first. I want to see what you have on for me." Oh. Well then he's not gonna be disappointed at all. You felt his slim fingers rubbing your thigh up and down, pulling your dress up over your hips and then tracing the dark red edge of your panties. "This all for stress release? You really do go above and beyond for me. And you had this on all day?"
"Not all day. I changed when my classes ended." You're bold but not bold enough to wear crochless underwear all day.
"You wanted me to have ease of access, how nice of you." His fingers plunged into your pussy, "No resistance? Darling, you were horny long before you stepped foot in here weren't you?"
You clenched your cunt around his fingers when you felt them all the way inside you. Viktor moved them quickly, way quicker then he could move his hips, way harder too, giving you the hard fucking he knew you craved with your whole being. Otherwise you wouldn't have worn this sexy little thing. "I was just thinking about you. This is how wet you make me. It's a real problem don't you think?" Viktor hummed in agreement and curled his fingers upwards, "And when you have a problem you talk to one of the best professors in the Academy. Simple as that. I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out."
Viktor stepped forward, pressing his bulge against your wetness, his hands on desk as he let his cane lean against the corner of the said desk. "It is a real problem. One can't have his girlfriend walking around, dripping wet like payed for whore. Just because no one knows that we're fucking doesn't mean you can get away with behaving like this." Moments after he stepped away from you there was a very familiar sign of a zipper followed by the even more familiar push of his cockhead against your throbbing pussy.
He kept you tightly pressed against the desk and himself, teasing you without entering. This stillness seemed to go on for a while. When you tried to push further against him to take more of his cock he pushed you harder against the desk.
"Come like this. With just my tip inside." You knew he could feel your walls flutter against him, could feel you drip down his cock and onto the floor. "What's the matter? I thought you wanted me to fix your problem."
"If this is how you fix problems I'm questioning your credentials." One of his hands pushed against your shoulder, all the way down onto the desk so when you turned your head you looked at his name tag on the desk, reminding you that you were in his classroom, you had to follow his rules. When he was in your classroom did the same, moaning and holding off on finishing through all your teasing and pussyjobs.
The hand that pushed you down was now back on your hip, making sure you don't go anywhere. He still didn't move or show any intent of sinking in deeper, no matter how tempting your warm, wet cunt was. You wanted all of him not just the tip, his whole cock, fucking you like you wanted, how you craved it. But for that to happen you knew what your task was, you knew you had to come.
So you let your imagination run wild, think back to another time when you were in here, but then he was back down on the floor and you on top of him, he had his hands on your tits, pinching your nipples as he held your legs open with his and wildly thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. He got in so deep then, very different from now, he had no self control over his pace despite how his leg protested, all he cared about was your moans above him and the sloshing wet sounds your sloppy cunt made for him.
"Must be good. Whatever you're thinking of. Your cunt is getting so tight." He finally pushed back a little more but just as fast as he did he pulled back to just the tip.
"The last time we were in here." You felt his cock twitch. Almost there, you were so close to getting what you wanted.
"An interesting choice. Did you like me underneath you then? Did you like me being that deep inside you? I believe your exact words were 'balls deep' weren't they?" They were and you wanted it again. You wanted it so bad, you could almost feel it, you could come just from that memory.
As your pussy started to clench around you and your orgasm flow through your body Viktor pushed in the whole way, catching the very start of your orgasm, filling your begging cunt with his cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you as you came, encouraging Viktor to finally start thrusting back and forth fucking your orgasm out of you.
It wasn't as fast as with his fingers earlier but it didn't have to be. "Shut up." You whimpered, unable to fulfil his command this time, "No seriously darling, shut up."
Your eyes finally focused enough to see a shadow approaching the door. Since you couldn't stop making sounds you placed both hands over your mouth and Viktor leaned forward over your body, his hands digging into the desk.
"Professor Viktor? Are you still working sir?" Asked the person behind the door.
"Yes, very late night, lots to do. But don't worry, something tells me I'm about to finish fast." You heard him laugh behind you then hum when he sunk in all the way, "Really soon."
"Well... alright then, just remember to lock up when you're done. See you tomorrow Professor." With every further step Viktor got rougher, his breath coming out short against your moans. You're not sure your orgasm ever stopped through all of this.
"So naughty. Coming around my cock while I'm talking to a colleague of ours. At least I had the decency to wait until they left." The heavy Academy door shut close in the distance and your moan finally echoed around the classroom again, mixing with Viktor's, jets of his sticky cum painting the inside of your pussy. It was a good thing he wasn't too heavy, you didn't mind him laying over you to catch his breath, you needed it too. "Did that solve your problem, Professor?"
You nodded. "For now. But I might need it again when we get back home. And speaking of problems I think you may have made another one for me." You could almost hear the gears in his head turning, trying to figure it out, "I need you to go get my underwear. I can't walk home... dripping everywhere."
"Oh! Of course I will. Right away." He debated on that statement when he heard the way you moaned as he pulled out. Viktor stumbled a little as he put his pants back on and picked his cane back up and kissed your cheek before starting to walk out the door.
As you stretched your body you caught glimpse of the flower he gave you earlier. "Okay, maybe I was a little jealous."
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manias-wordcount · 6 months
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Her Good Girl (Vi)
Kinktober 2023 Day Eleven: Dildo
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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“Deep breath for me, sweetheart. Come on, in…”
  You take a deep breath in, letting precious air fill your lungs and give you life.
  “...and out.” 
  You let it all go. Letting the breath of life slip past your parted lips for a short trip away from you and your body. It’s necessary. To keep on living. To keep on going. So you don’t miss it. You don’t miss the air that is used to fill your lungs. Besides…
  You have that smile of hers to look forward to.
  “Good girl,” Vi hums at you from between your legs. Her eyes are half-lidded, and her gaze sits heavy, heavy, heavy on your lower stomach. As if it’s the real trouble you have to worry about right now. And not the fact that there’s a hand settling over your waist, trying to keep you still. Or the fact that your legs are thrown over her shoulders, putting you in an especially vulnerable position. Or even the fact that you measly little tank top you were wearing is pushed up high enough that your boobs can do nothing but sit out on your chest- exposed and on display. All for her to see. All for her to enjoy. “Do you want more?”
  “Yes.” You respond quickly. With a shaky voice and a swiftness that’s a little too embarrassing for even you in this moment. In fact, you can even feel all the blood rushing to your face as you only grow more and more flustered. Though that might have something to do with the way Vi’s gaze is constantly flickering downwards towards the main event happening between your thighs. “Yes, I- I want more. Please.”
  Your own voice sounds pathetic in your ears. But in front of you, Vi shutters at the sound and sight of your pretty pink tongue darting out to lick at your lips at the same time. She’s always been so soft with you. She’s always been so weak for you. Wanting to do nothing but touch you. Please you. Pleasure you- the whole nine yards. 
  That’s the whole reason why you’re here right now. Almost completely naked while lying on your back with her between your legs. With your legs up and spread nice and wide. And your soaking wet panties somewhere across the room. Though, you imagine they aren’t as wet as you were when Vi finally stopped teasing you and had you riding her tongue for so, so long. And you imagine they aren’t as wet as you right now
  Considering just how easily this new dildo Vi bought for you glides so easily into your fluttering little hole.
  “Then I’ll give you more,” Your girlfriend murmurs quietly as her hands work to make more of this shiny new toy disappear inside of you. Instantly, you’re pulling a face and breathing harder now than you were before. She moves slowly- not enough to get you loud or screaming. But enough to keep you a little noisy. To make you feel a little stretch. To get you biting at your lip and grabbing at her wrist for a chance to ground yourself as the dildo pushes further and further and further inside of you. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
  You don’t doubt that. You didn’t doubt that. Not the first time she said it to you. Not the last time she said it to you. Not even for a second. You believed her full-heartedly when she called you to come back home and told you that she was going to take care of your every little need tonight. 
You believed her completely when you arrived to see the packaging of a seven-inch bright pink and thick dildo in the trash and the toy itself sitting out on the counter to dry. And now you believe it with every fiber of your being. That she’ll take care of you. That she’ll pleasure you. Give you all you want. Especially now that had she started pushing this brand-new toy of hers past your lower lips and into your dripping-wet hole…
  …only to pull it all the way out and shove it fully back in.
  “Ah…” Your moans are soft. Near silent in this bedroom safe space she shares with you. But she drives it up. Her ears drink up every sound you and your lewd body make for her and for her alone. From the sounds of your moans and groans and gasps to the sounds of the sheets rustling beneath you. And even the wet, dirty sounds that your pussy makes as your walls are stretched out and stuffed full all by Vi’s doing. All by Vi’s hands. “Oh…oh…”
  You start to sit up on the bed, propping yourself up on your arms as you try to watch her work out the tightness building within you. But she’s quick to take the hand she had on your waist and to push you back into flying flat on the bed. And without missing a beat, you find your legs being bent further and your body being nearly folded in half as Vi leans into you. But then she starts taking you further. While still using one hand to work the dildo inside of you- slipping it in and sliding it out so, so easily- she’s using the other to bring your knees to your chest.
  This angle allows her to get closer to you. So, so much closer. Now her face is mere inches away from your drooling pussy, ready for your clit to be licked and flicked if Vi so wishes. Now her face is mere inches away from your chest- nipples ready to be sucked on if Vi so wishes. And even more than that- now her face is mere inches away from yours. With eyes ready to meet and lips ready to kiss and kiss until she has to remind you to breathe for her again.
  And that’s exactly what she does.
  Because while she’s kissing you, she can move even closer to you. She can swallow up your even sound- your every moan and cry and whimper and gasp for air. She can swallow it all up, and she owns it. And she does all of that while another hand comes up and cups at your boobs. Fondling them. Rolling a nipple between two fingers. Squeezing, touching, holding, feeling. But most of all?
  She can do all that while working the dildo inside of you to reach deeper. To hit harder. To make the pleasure feel even more sweeter. Even more intense. Then the second before. And the second before that. And the second before that as well. 
  She can stretch you out. She can make you feel so full and stuffed and tight before pulling it all away. Making you miss the feeling of that brand-new toy being pushed past your lower lips and swallowed by your pretty little cunny. More than you miss the air that leaves your lungs. Because even though you know it’s going to come back. Even though you know it’s about to happen all over again and again and again and again? You find that it’s something to look forward to. You still find that it’s something that feels necessary. To keep on going. To keep on living. To keep on feeling good. To keep on being hers.
  “Good girl...good, good, good girl….”
  Her good girl.
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Unspoken Whispers of the Heart 
(Yone x reader)
Yone x reader fic; angst, a bit of fluff if you squint but it’s mostly angst.
Yone is just a perfect angst material
<<edit; Part 2 here >>
Notes: 
The scene took place years after the invasion of Noxus in Ionia. You were close to Yone (and Yasuo, I guess) during their sword training period, as one of the members who also worked closely at the dojo. But all relationships pretty much fell apart after you all got separated from the war, until one fateful day you stumbled upon a figure that reminded you of the past.
The story will follow along the canon lore of league of legends, as I prefer to stay close to the original storyline.
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This is my first fic so please excuse my grammar mistakes if you happen to found some, I read it a few times before posting but just in case. I hope you enjoy! :D
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You steadied your breath as you held your wound on your abdomen. You stepped back to lean your body on a tree trunk behind you for support, hiding yourself right below the shadows. Slowly, you took a piece of cloth to and wrapped it around your wound, and looked to the front.
A man stood ahead of you by few metres, his back turned towards you. The demon - the azakana, that had attacked you earlier had dissipated into the air, leaving trails of glowing dust from the place it had just been defeated with a single blow of a blade that belonged to the person in front of you. This long-haired man wielded two blades; one seemingly glowing in red, the very one that had served the killing blow. The other was a regular katana, already sheathed back into his right hip. His gaze remained fixated to the place where the monster had vanished, before he finally shifted his body to the right. 
You flinched slightly as he turned his face slightly to the right, revealing a crimson mask covering his upper face. Two sharp points adorned its edges, his eyes glowing blue as they seemed to be looking at you. That gaze on his eyes — You felt your stomach churn as something, something terribly familiar of whatever this figure had posed reminded you a certain memory from the past. One that you were almost certain you had buried deep enough, untouched. 
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“Yone—!”
You found yourself in his room, about to wake him up from what seemed to be his recurring nightmare. The room was still dark, the only light source was lit by a small lantern you had brought from your own room. You kneeled on the side of his futon, trying to wake him up when he suddenly rose and grabbed your wrist, preventing it to go any further as if it was any sort of prying hands from his dreams. His breath was ragged, unsteady.
“Yone, it’s alright… it’s me, y/n,” you whispered softly, trying to keep yourself calm at his sudden reaction. 
He released his grip on your wrist almost immediately after laying his eyes on you, realizing he was indeed back to the reality. 
“Forgive me,” he said, as he glanced at his hand, sighing. He kept his gaze low on the ground, focused on his blanket, his eyes seemingly tired as the night sleep could not offer him the proper rest he deserved.
“It’s alright, Yone. Do you want to talk about it?” You asked gently, keeping your gaze at him.
“…It’s that same crimson-masked creature again and again…” 
You went silent, concern filling your eyes as you were not sure how you would comfort him. It was the third time you had heard about this kind of dream from him by now.
You moved closer to him as you placed your hands on top of his, which had been cold to the touch. He looked up at you, meeting your gaze as the warmth from your palm seemed to seep into him, keeping his eyes at you so intently that you could sense the fear and desperation residing deeply within his eyes. He smiled wryly, more directed towards himself, then slowly leaned his body forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Please, stay- stay just like this for a while,” he pleaded as you felt his warm breath trickled at the side of your neck. His voice sounded tired, desperate. You felt a twinge of pain in your heart to see him at this state.
You normally would not see this vulnerable side of the man before you during the day, as he always kept his troubles deep inside - a private man by nature, or so you initially thought. But as the time passed, you realized that this responsible man was being too harsh on himself. You had been trying to get him to open up more, to share even the smallest bit of the burdens he was carrying.
However, on this particular night, it seemed he had utterly drained himself – weighed down by the troubles he was carrying, but you were always ready to welcome him at any time.
You brought one of your hand to the back of his head and embraced him fully, closing your eyes in the process. 
“I’m here, Yone. I’m always right here.”
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The mask of the figure in front of you was eerily similar to the one Yone had described to you from his dreams, and now, whoever - or whatever - was standing in front of you were clearly as dangerous as the one you had imagined, although he did not seem to show any sort of threat towards you, as for now.
You watched him carefully as he put aside his magic-attuned katana, which had seemingly disappeared into the thin air after a quick swing to the side. Your adrenaline kept you cautious of his movements as he slowly approached you, eyes focused on your wound. 
“The village’s nearby, you’ll need to heal that s-“ 
His sentence was abruptly cut short as he stopped midway, his face now looking at you, seemingly frozen in shock. You gazed up to meet his glowing blue eyes, realizing that he was able to see your face in this distance as you tried to figure out whatever had stopped him in his track. It was hard to tell with the mask covering his face in the shadows, and you were sure enough you were backed up against a tree - unless, it had been alive and was trying to eat you ….
You brushed off the crazy thought as you put one hand behind to feel the tree bark, just to make sure.
You kept your gaze at him, scanning his features, unsure what to do. He kept his ground just right in front of you, also seemingly hesitant on doing whatever was on his mind, but he finally backed away and took a step behind. 
“Thank you,” you said, realizing that you had been silent for a while. He nodded in response, preparing to leave as he shifted his body to the left.
“W-wait!” You exclaimed, causing him to stop on his track in response. 
You felt that you just had to ask, as your thoughts wondered on his mysterious resemblance of his appearance, his origin, and most notably, his uncanny familiarity on his voice, to someone’s voice that you had last heard years ago. It had to be a coincidence… right? 
“What - who are you...?” You asked carefully as you leaned slightly forward, scanning his features on his face, realizing that it was actually his left eye - not of the mask, but a human eye - that had glowed blue, slowly dimming unlike his right one. You also noticed a scar on his left cheek, trailing down to his lips.
“What I am - is not your concern,” he replied, voice low and unwavering, standing still on his ground.
You pondered for a moment.
“…Somehow, you remind me of someone I knew.” You began, taking a deep breath as you continued, your eyes glued to the ground. “Someone I cared for … deeply.”
He turned his head to look at you, his eyes piercing into yours. His human eye had softened, now filled with emotions as he felt a trickle of warmth and sorrow residing deep inside him. Feelings that had been lost,forgotten. His right hand, which had been resting casually on top of his sword hilt, gripped the handle tight enough it rattled just a bit, as if he was trying to suppress the flood of emotions rising within him. All you needed to notice, was a glance back up at him, just to see. But you did not, as you remained fixed on the ground. You struggled to find the right words to say, fidgeting by yourself as thousands of thoughts and emotions were rushing through you, but somehow was stuck right at your throat. 
“I… see,” he replied. He was desperate enough to keep his emotions in check, his tone flat.
You shook your head lightly and managed a small smile, mostly to yourself. 
“But, that might just be me,” you said, deciding not to pry on further, with your wound still untreated. You stood yourself up and readied yourself to go. “Thank you again, stranger.” 
You nodded at him politely, expressing your gratitude, and made your way to the open trails, leading to a village nearby. 
“Oh, and,” you stopped midways, your back now facing him. “If you happen to see him, please tell him that… I miss him.”
For a moment, you stood there, calming your shaking hands, before continuing forward.
Yone watched your figure disappear further and deeper into the path, until you were no longer in sight. There, he stood, seemingly lost in thought under the night sky.
How he had stopped himself for not rushing to your aid when you were wounded;
How he had been restraining the urge not to put his hand on your face to feel your warm cheeks as you were facing the ground, unsure of what to do; 
How he had been holding himself back, not to embrace you from behind, to calm your trembles;
He wondered how he had managed to keep these thoughts to himself, as he knew for a fact that letting you live freely would be much wiser. Nothing would go well tampering with the spirit worlds – much alone a demon hunter.
Lifting his face up to the sky, as if surrendering himself to the cold embrace of the starry night, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I miss you too.”
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Aphelios x Reader - Dreaming of You. (Part 3)
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Soon, the lake came into the view and Aphelios pointed towards it. He brought you closer to the body of water, directing towards your cut and then to the water with his gaze. You nodded by impulse, pretty sure that he wanted you to clean your own wound. Aphelios let go of your hand and you took the chance to crouch down, not expecting Aphelios to crouch with you. 
He grabbed your hand again, still as careful as few seconds ago. Although the pain and the bleeding subsided, it still needed taking care of. Aphelios gently poured water over your wound as you focused on his hands, interested in what he was going to do next. His gloved hands gently washed your hand, but the sting of the water was much more bearable than what happened earlier in the cave.  
You gazed up at him, observing him and trying to get a read on him, but it was pointless. His expression didn't change at all since yesterday. Nevertheless, you still felt the need to thank him, since it almost felt like he was taking care of you ever since yesterday, picking up on your needs or agreeing to a break when you voiced discomfort.  
"Thank you, Aphelios, I really appreciate it. I don't know what happened to me earlier, but I'm happy you followed me," you spoke softly, almost whispering. You didn't want to disturb him while he was cleaning your hand.  
His eyes moved from your hand to your face, a small hum and a nod was sent towards your direction, before looking back at your hand. In this moment, the silence following after his hum seemed so loud. Your ears were ringing as you looked at him, surprised to even hear a hum coming out of him. His hands suddenly felt so warm compared to yours, a cold thunder ran from your arms to the tips of your fingers as you changed your gaze to the scenery around.  
From the corner of your eye, you saw that the fire was long extinguished, not even smoke coming out. The sun seemed to be higher than before. How long did you spend in the cave? You weren't so sure. Not like you had a clock on yourself. Did the air always feel so cold? You don't think so, it was warm and calm earlier. 
He was already helping you so much, to a point where you felt almost guilty for causing trouble for him ever since he found you. Because of his cold exterior, you felt like he would be easily irritated. First, you made an assumption when picking the flowers in the beginning, when you were scared to ask to stay longer. Then, while traveling with him down the mountain, you didn't voice your discomfort with his speed and in the end, he picked up on the fact that you couldn't keep up with him and solved down himself. And now, you felt like you were causing trouble for him. You asked him for a break in the morning, asking to rest and sleep until evening, so you can travel again when it's dark and soon after he agreed, you basically drifted away from him after eating the fish and then you got hurt.  
It made you feel weak. But more importantly, it made you feel indebted and guilty. Guilty for judging him and expecting him to be cold, while he was considerate. Indebted for picking up on the little things, for taking care of you and following you.  
"You know... After eating, I saw a mist and followed it without a second thought. It was like it was pulling me in. Soon, I was feeling like I was in a trance. I couldn't speak. I couldn't scream. Even when I was in pain after touching that flower, or when the blade pierced my palm. It was hard to snap out of it," you continued, rambling more than anything at this point. By the time you were done with your last sentence, Aphelios removed his turquoise scarf, and securely wrapped it around your wound. The scarf was smooth and silky, almost watery. Insanely thin, too. To a point where it was almost translucent, with Lunari markings over it.  
He stood up and reached out his hand to you and you took it, letting him pull you up. "I think we should rest, Aphelios. If we want to continue on our journey to Weh'le, it would be best to try to take a nap while we still can. I'm really thankful for you helping me," you sent him the faintest smile and gave his hand a slight squeeze to get your point across before letting go of his hand and turning your body in the direction if the now non-existent campfire. Making your way over to it, you sat down near one of the trees, so the shade can protect you while you take your nap. The crescent shuang yue was placed on your side. 
The tree scratched your back and tried to grab onto the material of your clothes as you rested your back against it, your head soon following your back as you leaned your head against the bark. Although your hair was already slightly tangled in the bark of the tree, you didn't mind. 
The grass under your fingers was surprisingly clean of any rubble and twigs, and only upon closing your eyes, did you open your mind to the smells that were surrounding you. Sweet scents entered your senses as the rustling of the wind lulled you to sleep. 
When you woke up, it was evening already. The dusk was almost done darkening the twilight before you as you rubbed your eyes and stretched your back and legs, trying to ease the tension that formed on your shoulders while you slept. It seemed like your head was hurting slightly from resting it against the bark, but it's not like you could pull out a pillow from thin air, so you didn't think much of it.  
At this point you stood up and stretched once again, this time something snapped in your back as you finally felt the tension leave your shoulders, a sigh has left your lips. Only then did you look around, looking for Aphelios. He was resting against another tree. If not for his pale skin and grey jacket, he would have blended perfectly into his surroundings. Your hand was hurting much less now, and the shuang yue was close to where you slept. Forgetting completely about the second blade, upon looking around you noticed it at Aphelios' side. Much calmer now, you picked up your blade first, deciding to take back the other blade later when Aphelios wakes up.  
For now, you wanted to check on your hand. Untangling the silk scarf with ease, you checked how the cut was healing. It stopped bleeding and seemed to be closing up nicely and didn't look that deep, compared to how much blood you lost earlier. You glanced at Aphelios and then to the scarf. Aphelios probably wanted his scarf back as soon as possible, so you hurried over to the lake, trying your best to wash it and then hung it up on a nearby branch.  
"Aphelios?" You said, trying to wake him up softly, as to not scare him by mistake. When you didn't receive an answer, you took a few steps towards him and repeated his name, but to no avail. In the end, you came closer and leaned over him, ready to touch his shoulder to shake him carefully awake. "Aphelios, wake up, we should get ready," you reached out and touched his shoulder, the soft material of his jacket tingled at your fingertips as you shook him awake.  
His glimmering obsidian eyes opened and then closed, before repeating the action again. When he finally came partially to his senses, the first thing he saw was your face. He looked intensively, eyes half lidded, and head tilted. Soon, a small groan of discomfort escaped past his lips. Seems like he didn't sleep too well, either. Aphelios rubbed at the back of his neck and straightened himself. At that point you were simply standing in front of him, hand stretched out towards him to help him up. He grabbed your hand as you helped him raise himself and now, he was the one towering over you with his height.  
"I've washed your scarf, thank you for letting me borrow it. It's clean now. Needs a little bit of drying, though," you mentioned, gesturing to the branch not too far away, where the scarf was located. His eyes traveled towards the piece of material on the branch before nodding back to you and looking into your eyes again. You tilted your head at that, a question leaving your lips, "Will Alune appear today?" 
"Yes," his voice was strained and croaky. It was the first time you've heard his voice so clearly, which only shoved that the poison probably wore off completely by now. It was the first time you heard him say... Anything, actually. Both here and in lore. 
Your reaction must have been funny to him, since he let out a puff of air through his nose, almost as if he chuckled at you and the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted upwards, his expression more alive than in the morning. 
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ghost-with-a-teacup · 2 years
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𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ~ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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Summary: It had been weeks since you have genuinely spent time with Sevika, and frankly, you missed her. Communication is important in any relationship, right? So you make it a point to tell her and well...that goes wonderfully (it doesn't).
Sevika comes around though, she always does. Because your relationship is more than just a stupid little argument.
Pairing: Sevika x Reader
Warnings: Some light arguing, nothing much. It's Hurt/Comfort lol.
Authors Note: Haha! I have finally gotten around to writing Sevika, lmao. I was nervous to write for her for the longest time because I adore her so much I didn't want to mess it up, but this prompt was sitting in my mind for a few days so I just had to write about it lol. I hope you enjoy!
The early hours of the morning in Zaun were of the sparse times when the bustle of the Underground had quieted, it was thoroughly a city that lived at night after all. This didn’t mean it was any less beautiful though, in its unique kind of way. The few rays of sun that could reach this far down shined through the windows of the apartment you lived in, painting the room in a green-tinted glow and effectively pulling you out of your slumber.
With a groan you curl into yourself a bit to escape the day for a little while longer and flop onto your side to look at Sevika, hoping you could get her to do the same.
It seemed as though you were the early riser of the two of you today you thought to yourself with surprise as you admired her in the light, her firm expression softened as she slept. With light fingers you trailed them over her light blue scars, their pulsing slowed with the peaceful beat of her heart. Smiling to yourself you watch as an eyebrow twitched, once, twice, before steely gray eyes met yours sleepily.
“Morning, baby,” she says, her morning voice making it lower than usual and had you forcing back a shiver at her tone.
“Good morning, my love.” The pet name has Sevika smiling back at you softly for a moment before she tiredly trails a hand down her face, already moving to get out of bed even though she had just woken up.
It was like this every day. Despite the fact that mornings were the few times that you and Sevika could spend together in the day, she was more than eager to escape them as soon as possible. From morning to late at night she was at work, you hardly saw her at all anymore as she drowned in work that had to be done. It had been like this for weeks, the only sign she was still around was when she pulled you close late at night or now.
You didn't say anything because you understood her job's importance; she wanted to repaint Zaun in the light of her choosing and make it a better place. So you said nothing usually, but you couldn’t stop yourself today. You missed her, more than anything. Missed the times when she would pull you close to her on the couch simply talking about the day, or when you would both go to The Last Drop to drink the night away. Now those times were few and far between.
So before she could climb out of bed you grasped onto her waist, sitting up so you could hug her from behind as she sat up.
“Please…stay home today Sev. We hardly see each other anymore, I…I’ve missed you” you say softly but firmly, not wanting to be brushed off. Shifting a bit so you could see her expression you watched as a flash of annoyance went through her eyes, but regardless you pressed forward. “Surely one day off wouldn’t be so much?,” you reason, “You work so hard, after all, anyone would be a fool to not see that.”
A sharp sigh. “Don’t make this harder than it already is baby, a job is a job,” she says simply, nudging your arms away and brushing you off just like that before getting out of bed and walking over to the dresser.
Your heart pangs with hurt as you realize she completely disregarded your feelings, and unwillingly tears well up in your eyes from frustration and sadness but you blink them back.
“Yeah, but the world doesn’t stop the moment you relax for a bit, Sevika. This can’t be good for you, and besides, Silco and his goons can more than manage,” you argue.
“Enough, I won’t hear any more of this,” she says, not even turning back to look at you, her tone final.
“Fine,” you mutter, before flipping over so your back is turned to her and cuddling into your pillow in place of her. Tears flow hotly down your face, and you try to stifle your sobs since you didn’t want to seem pathetic in front of Sevika. It worked for a while, but when you heard her footsteps leave the room, it was like a dam exploded as you sobbed.
She didn’t come back for the rest of the day.
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To be honest, you had no will to be productive after the argument you and Sevika had in the morning, instead turning to mope around the house all day. Later in the evening, you settled on the couch to read, a blanket wrapped around your body like a protective barrier to the outside world. It was pretty nice.
You lost yourself in the words, transported to the world of your choosing. You had been lucky enough to learn how to read growing up, a luxury not so common in the Undercity, so whenever you could you brought it upon yourself to read.
All of a sudden the click of the lock draws you out and back into the waking world, and you watch the door as it opens and Sevika makes her way through. You couldn’t help the look of surprise that passed over your face, this was the earliest she had been back home in ages, you thought to yourself. Regardless, you turned back to the words and promptly ignored her. If there was one thing you were, it was petty, although you had to admit it warmed your heart to see her trying to be more present despite the argument the two of you had.
Despite your eyes on the page your focus was anywhere but on it. You heard the clink of keys on the countertop, her heavy boots loud as she stepped around before taking them off. Before long, the usual scent of Sevika filled the room, a mix of cigarette smoke and pine, comfort.
You heard her sigh before she made her way over to you, settling down on the couch by your side. You both waited for a moment, the air heavy with hesitancy before she wrapped you up in her arms, blanket and all and pulled your back to her chest holding you close.
“I can tell you don’t want want to talk right now baby, but I just needed to say I…” she hesitates for a moment. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes widen once more in surprise. Arguments in any relationship were inevitable, you and Sevika were no different, but she was never one to apologize. Instead, she would make it up to you in other ways, so hearing her say sorry almost made you want to cry again.
“I should have heard you out before getting short with you. Work has been…difficult lately, but that’s not an excuse I can give. There is none, frankly, I was shitty and I haven’t been spending enough time at home where I should be, by your side. I talked to Silco about it because you were right, I’m not the only person capable of doing jobs. Maybe the only one who can do them properly,” she scoffs, which makes you laugh lightly, “but still. I’ll be around more often, I promise,” she finishes before quieting again, waiting to hear what you have to say.
You wiggle around in her grasp for a moment and she lets you go immediately, a sound of displeasure coming from her throat as she probably thought you were trying to leave. But you were only trying to turn around to face her, and that was a bit difficult when she had effectively turned you into a human burrito with the blanket.
Straddling her waist you throw your arms over her neck.
“It’s alright Sev, I forgive you,” you say, pressing your lips to her cheek chastely. “That’s all I wanted, I have missed you a lot lately.” Sevika has a far-off look in her eyes for a moment, regret flashing through them.
“I’ve…missed you too baby,” she says before she grasps your chin between her fingertips and captures your lips between hers in a passionate and tender kiss.
“But you won’t have to anymore,” she grins.
A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HOPE THAT WAS OKAY LMAO.
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Viktor x gn reader (arcane)
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: It wasn't very often Viktor was denied things, being a very important scientist. It seems he's grown too used to it.
ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 684 ~ crackfic!
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: probably ooc
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ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i struggled on the math part lol (also inspired by "what difference does that make?" in the bridge scene after vik visits singed)
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"Hey, love?" Viktor calls from the kitchen.
"Yeah?" You reply mindlessly, taking another sip from your coffee.
"Could I have another koláč?" It was has hardly a question that required an answer for him. The only thing the koláče were in danger of was shortage, and the only thing he was in danger of was mild discomfort. The pastry's crumbs would, perhaps, get stuck in the corners of his mouth and the jam's texture might cause him a bit of trouble. All in all, though, it was mighty worth it.
What he doesn't expect is for you to say, "No."
The only thing you can hear is the padding of his little socked feet before he's a the kitchen doorway looking at you as if you've just betrayed him. "What?"
"You've already eaten so many."
"Wha–no, no I haven't." He denies it through his teeth. He could only have eaten like, one or two, at most!
"Okay, darling, let's see, I made a dozen." You begin.
He follows along, "Uh-huh."
"And I've eaten one. There are five left." Now he wasn't following. There were five left? "Do the math for me. You're the scientist!"
Viktor doesn't roll his eyes, even though he would've if the circumstances were different. Okay, twelve minus one minus x equals five. That means he's eaten six. No way he's eaten six. He does the math again in his mind once, then once more. But you were right, he was a scientist, he had to have had the math right the first time.
He doesn't realize it, but he's spent several minutes silently blinking as he registered the answer.
"Vik? You got that result for me?"
"Six." He says, like a good boy. He's eaten six.
"That's right." You reply immediately, tapping your finger in the air. "You've eaten six. Not only is that gluttony–"
"It'd be the last one." He reasons, "I swear."
"No, my love." You shake your head at him disappointedly and the shame begins to set in. "Your teeth are gonna hurt and you're gonna complain about it."
"I wouldn't complain!" He argues quickly, "I'd figure out a solution myself."
"How?"
How. That was the question.
"You're a scientist, Vik, not a dentist. Not to mention you'd continue asking for more." Viktor's lips open and close like a fish, but words do not come out, so you continue. "All I'm saying is that when it comes to this, your promises aren't so valuable."
"What? H–" He chokes on his own spit and has to bite back the feeling of sourness in his throat. "How dare you!"
The tantrum that boils up within his body doesn't help his case, though. He was a scientist, it was only a logical thought, objective. On the subjective side, no that wasn't true! But again, it wouldn't help him. So instead of that approach, he crosses his arms over his chest, the only sign of protest he thinks he is able to afford, and says, "It'll be the last one. I'll hold myself to that promise."
"Really?" You say. He can hear it in your tone that you seriously doubt his promise and tries not to take offense from it.
"Really." He replies, totally serious.
What he didn't know, what he hadn't realized, and what mostly tipped the scales in his favor, was that he was pouting. You could even hear it in his voice. It was awfully cute.
You sigh, "Alright."
"Really?" He blurts, shocked despite putting up such a "good" argument.
"Really." You affirm.
Viktor grins, covering the distance between you with short, quick steps. His excitement spills over the edge in the form of a laugh so angelic and joyous the following complaints might be bearable. Then, most graciously, he cups your cheeks and presses a big yet quick kiss upon your lips. "Thank you!"
"You know, my love, I will always make more." His joy was so contagious you couldn't help but laugh. "I just need you to exercise a bit of control."
If it meant he could keep eating koláče, he'd do it. "Of course."
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༺I Should Tell You Masterlist ༻
༺Summary༻
In a fit of guilt, Astarion tries to confess his deception to you. At the last moment, he loses his nerve and ends your relationship with another lie. He's resigned himself to having lost his chance with you forever when once again everything changes. With the two of you out on your own, will he be able to take a chance and tell you everything, and will you forgive him when he does?
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༺Slow Dancing In a Burning Room Masterlist ༻ ༺Summary༻In a moment of weakness, Serafina helped Astarion ascend, forever altering him and their relationship. Irrevocably bonded in violence, can she survive life at his side, or will she be broken by the cycle of pain and terror.
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༺ Baldur's Gate 3 - The Pale Elf - Astarion x Reader Collection ༻
༺ SWF ༻
What The Heart Sees - Astarion x F!Reader - You've been acting suspicious and Astarion is going to get to the bottom of it.
Treading With Grace - Astarion x GN!Reader - Even with the one he loves, Astarion has a lot of trauma to sort through.
Gambles and Wishes - Astarion x F!Reader - Tav draws from the Deck of Many Things, Astarion is less than thrilled.
Soft as Starlight - Astarion x GN!Reader - Reader and Astarion share a moment of intimacy that explores what love without sex is like.
Something Like Love - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has failed to seduce you, but even so, a bond has begun to grow between the two of you. It all comes to a head when Astarion almost loses you.
What Haunts His Nights - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion is plagued by nightmares on the road to Baldur's Gate. Love Bites - Astarion x GN!Reader - Reader gets to nibble on Astarion for once. All the Wonder's of the Night - Astarion x GN!Reader - Astarion and Reader enjoying enjoying a starry night outside.
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༺ Baldur's Gate 3 - The Vampire's Fairy Tale - Works based around my Tav, Serafina and Astarion ༻- In rough chronological order
༺ SWF & NSFW༻
A Little More Than a Nibble - Astarion x F!Reader -Astarion wakes you up at camp looking for a late night snack. You both end up with something a little more.
Kisses in the Dark - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader cuts her tongue on Astarion's fang during a kiss.
Absolution - Astarion x F!OC- NSFW, TW: Disassociating during sex -Astarion and Serafina have an argument and Astarion does what he thinks is necessary to keep her with him. Set before his Act 2 confession.
Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 1 - Astarion x F!Reader - The Githyanki Creche is not the promised salvation and you deal with it by trying to drink your problems away. Astarion ends up taking care of you and starts to deal with his feelings and the fallout of his actions.
Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader - Weary and embarrassed you try to put distance between yourself and Astarion. But you slowly come to realize things are changing between the two of you.
Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 3 - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has confessed everything to you, to try to make your relationship real. When he discovers it isn't as easy as he thought, he's determined to make things right between the two of you.
Rhythm Like a Heartbeat - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion and Reader share a dance that reveals more than they planned.
This is Me - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion overhears the group trying to warn you about him after he behaves poorly.
My Starry Sky - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have their first real argument and have to go through the aftermath.
A Lovely Night - Astarion x F!Reader - You and Astarion share a quiet night at camp and end up getting to know a lot more about each other and your relationship.
Sated - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has gone too long without blood and you're determined to make sure he's fed.
Lean on Me - Astarion x F!Reader - Entering Baldur's Gate it all becomes too much and you break down. Astarion is right there to hold you.
Seen - Astarion x F!Reader - A short fluffy drabble about how you make Astarion feel.
Just the Way I Am - Astarion x F!Reader - Mildly NSFW, TW: Mentions of past sexual trauma, drugging oneself -Astarion feels he's lacking because he can't have sex with you. He resorts to a potion in an attempt to give you what he thinks you want.
Sweet Relief - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Spanking / Impact Play, D/s dynamics - Reader is stressed and nervous. Astarion knows just what they need to relieve it.
Moon Blood - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Period Sex - Reader awakes one morning to find themselves menstruating. Astarion has a plan to help them clean up.
Things my heart used to know, things it yearns to remember - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion sometimes has trouble sleeping now that he no longer can walk in the sun.
Loving Him - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, PWP - You and Astarion are out travelling the world. Tonight you decide to spoil him with your attention.
Until the World Falls Down - Astarion x F!Reader - Love isn't always easy, but Astarion is worth having patience for.
His - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW , TW: Consensual Nonconsent - Intimacy is the greatest form of trust between the two of you, and for Astarion you gladly give up all control. Reader and Astarion engage on a bit of CNC roleplay.
Lover Her Like She Needs - Astarion x F!OC - NSFW, TW: Spanking/Impact Play, Bondage, D/s Dynamics - Serafina gets worked up and needs to be calmed down. Astarion is always happy to help his love in any way he can.
A Little Visitor - Astarion x F!OC - It started as a typical evening for Serafina and Astarion on their journey throughout Faerûn. Tonight, though, Serafina is surprised by a furry little visitor to their camp, who might be more than he seems.
Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Part 1 - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have come a long way since that meeting on the beach. They've made it all the way to their wedding.
Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have a conversation the morning after their wedding that lays bare some secrets of the past.
Bedroom Hymns - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW - Breeding / Sex Pollen - Reader and Astarion are happily married and celebrate their wedding night. But there may be more occurring than they realize.
A Merry Little Solstice - Astarion x F!Reader - Even though you and Astarion have been together a few years, this is the first time you'll be celebrating Solstice together, for a very special reason. The two of you are doing your best to make it a warm and wonderful celebration.
Stitches in Time - Astarion x F!OC A triple drabble reflecting on Astarion and Serafina's relationship (Hurt, no comfort)
༺ Modern AU ༻
No idea where this really fits so here it is.
Pretty Baby - Astarion x F!OC - NSFW, Femdomme, anal play, mommy kink - Astarion is a trophy wife that does online porn and gets soft dommed by his loving wife.
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༺ BG3 Headcanon Posts ༻ Meet Serafina - My Tav / OC
Astarion x GN! Autistic Reader
On Astarion Not Being Too Soft
Astarion x Cleric Tav Drabble
Why My Tav Fell for Astarion Why Astarion Fell for My Tav
Astarion Relationship Headcanons
Small Astarion Relationship Headcanon
Mom Jaheira
Astarion and Halsin
Astarion and Cleric Tav
Astarion's Ears
Astarion and Physical Affection
Astarion's Clothes
Astarion Headcanon Rambling
Astarion and Feeding After Nightmares
Astarion Long Term Relationship
About Serafina - my Tav / OC - part 1
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༺ Star Wars Fics ༻
༺ SFW ༻
Trying to Hold My Breath, Let It Stay This Way - It’s a quiet moment after a battle and Ahsoka and Barriss take a little time to just be together.
Sparring Match - Obi-Wan x GN!Reader. Reader has been invited to watch a lightsaber sparring match, too bad they only have eyes for Obi-Wan
Early Morning Negotiation - Obi-Wan x F!Reader. Obi-Wan should probably get out of bed and start his day, Reader does not agree.
Hiraeth - A story that explores the relationship between Obi-Wan and Satine; the choices they made, how those affected their lives, and the reassurance they give themselves that they did the right thing.
༺ NSFW ༻
A Different Kind of Trial - Obi-Wan x F!Reader. Obi-Wan Kenobi has come to a Courtesan House shortly after his Knighthood looking for his first carnal experience. Reader is the Courtesan that is hired for the occasion.
Little One, Little Pet - Darth Maul X F!Reader. Reader is Maul's little plaything.
༺ A Fate Written in Indifferent Star - Star War Long Fic - Obi-Wan Kenobi x OC Female Nightsister ༻
The Republic has fallen and the Empire has risen. Obi-Wan lives in exile on Tatooine, the distant guardian of Luke Skywalker. Amidst the desperation and desolation, the mysterious appearance of a Nightsister draws his curiosity. As he tries to piece together her true intentions, he finds himself more deeply entangled wit her than he ever intended.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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༺ Warhammer 40K Fics ༻
༺ SFW ༻
This Secret Frailty - Fulgrim thinks he needs to hide how he feels from Ferrus. Just a short bit of fluff.
༺ NSFW ༻
A Bird in Hand - Lucius the Eternal x Nykona Sharrowkyn - Explicit 18+ - TW: Dubcon After their first encounter aboard the Sisypheum, Lucius has a very specific idea of what he'd like to do the Raven Guard he failed to beat.
Reunion - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ - It’s been a while since Fulgrim and Ferrus have seen each other and they are all too excited to be reunited. PWP
The Most Perfect Brat - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ -Fulgrim throws a brat fit and Ferrus decides to punish him. PWP.
The Temptation of Perturabo - Fulgrim x Perturabo - Explicit 18+ - TW: Noncon - Fulgrim comes to apologize to Perturabo during the events of Angel Exterminatus and Perturabo is seized by an urge to take what he wants from his brother. Too bad this is probably exactly how Fulgrim likes it.
Claiming Perfection - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ - Ferrus guides Fulgrim through their first time.
Indulgence - Perturabo x Fulgrim Explicit 18+ TW: D/s , pet play Perturabo spends an idyllic afternoon with his pet, Fulgrim. But not everything is what it seems.
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emptea-cheshire · 2 years
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The Reunited Widow (Yone x F! Reader)
Hello! This is a sequel/finale to my one shot: Warlord Yone's Widow. While this can be a standalone piece, it may be a better idea to start there. This story is crossposted to AO3 and Quotev. Thank you for your time!
Masterlist Word count: 2465
You don’t really mind the blue mask. It’s only large enough to cover the upper half of your face. The only real downside is you can’t see your eyes anymore. From the reflection in the water,  you can see a faint white glow emit from the thin eye slits of the mask. There’s a lot of things  you don't really understand about death, this is just one of them.
It doesn’t make sense that your kimono fades in color, turning from blue and white to black and silver. And you don’t know how the sword you abandoned years ago attaches itself to your back, now a vibrant blue glowing light.
“Your spirit blade.” The stranger had explained gruffly, looking at the blade with a strange expression.
He doesn’t seem to like you very much. You hadn’t known him very long, but you know that your presence seems to pain him. But still, the stranger gives you some of his bandages to cover the sword wound that killed you. 
You don’t know why the stranger and you share the same mask. You’ve asked him why that might be and if he’s met someone with the same masks as you two. The stranger doesn’t indulge your curiosity there. Instead, he carries on silently. You stopped asking that question when you realized how quiet the journey became.
“Keep up.” The stranger calls coldly. 
There’s no need to look to know the man with long black hair is folding his arms and glaring at you coldly. The sharp gaze of the man burns at the back of your head and there’s the anger that rolls off him in waves as he leads you to the place where you’ll finally be with Yone. 
You had long since given up on trying to get his name. He tells you things he thinks you need to hear, like how you’re too careless and how you should listen to him more. He’s tightlipped on any and every detail about himself. 
Luckily, he still has the patience to tell you about your Yone.
Bounding after the taller man, mystified by the way your feet don’t get wet as you  cross the river, you ask: “So, what’s Yone like now?”
“Dead.” The stranger snips back, not even facing you as he says it. 
Touchy subject. Maybe you shouldn’t ask more.
“I figured”, You supply with a wry smile,  “I mean…does he seem happy?”
“He seems busy.” The stranger sighs, glancing at you over his shoulder, “But not suffering.” 
That makes you chuckle a bit, “Even the afterlife isn’t a rest for him, his work ethic has always been amazing. It’s one of the things I hated and loved about him.” 
“Hated?” The stranger finally stops walking, fully turning to you. “Why would you hate his work ethic?” His lips are drawn into a deeper frown than normal and it makes you pause. 
Why does he look so concerned?
“Because it meant I had less time with him. And it isn’t easy watching someone you love constantly overwork himself.” You explain gently, remembering all the times you had to practically beg Yone to come to bed and sleep in. 
Most times, you had your way. Even in death, your heart can’t help but skip a beat at the fact you were  the only person who could pull the strict man away from something other than swordplay, studying, or meditation. You loved the way he tried to scold you, but there was always a faint smile pulling at his lips as you pulled him along by the hand.. 
“There’s a lot of things I should be doing right now.” He’d chide. Smooth voice trying to talk its way out of whatever fun thing you had planned.
“Yes, like being a good husband.” You’d grin back and soon Yone would follow you into bed and hold you close. And that was your favorite place to be. In between two strong arms forged by years of swordsmanship, a silver ring glinting on Yone’s left hand. One that matched yours.
“Not exactly what I had in mind, but I suppose you’re right, my love.” And gentle lips would press themselves to your neck, sending shivers up your spine.
“He told me he hated watching you mourn. He wanted nothing more than your happiness. He wanted you to move on from his memory.” The stranger says gently, interrupting you from your memories. 
Bitterly, you remember the old woman’s words, urging you to let go of Yone and move on. As if. 
“That’s easy for him to say,” You scoff, “at least he still got to see me, I was left alone.”
“You were never really alone.” The stranger interjects, a firm hand placing itself on your shoulder. The gesture is too familiar, too much like Yone who never hesitated to place that grounding hand on tense shoulders. In another time, it would’ve made everything so much easier. But now, it just makes your shoulders droop as tears begin to blur your vision. “You know what they say about the Spirit Blossom festival. How it’s when the gates to the spirit world opens and we get to see all of our loved ones. I waited countless festivals for Yone to appear and he never did. So I told myself I’d see him when I die,” Frowning at the stranger, you shake yourself out of his grip, “I’m dead now. But Yone isn’t here.”
You hadn’t taken the stranger for the empathetic type. Black hair flowing in the nighttime breeze as a frown pulled at his lips. You can’t see his eyes under the red mask, only the same white glow that’s replaced yours. But it’s clear as day that your words upset the man.
“Yone couldn’t always be there for you, he’s very busy.” The man says, but even that sounds unsure. 
“Too busy to even be with me at my final moments?”
“No one could have known that would be your last breath and if I knew-” The masked stranger’s voice had been rising until that point, where he quickly shuts his mouth and stares at you with the same frown, “never mind.”
The stranger and you stand in silence. Pulling your eyes away from his, you look down at your reflection in the river. Death had been kind enough to make you look younger. Without the mask, you’d probably look exactly as you did on the day Yone stuttered out his feelings to you.
What was it he said again?
“I-I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Before Yone’s eyes widened, “Not to say that’s the only thing I love about you. The truth is, I love everything about you.”
“I just..I wonder if he really did love me.” The dreaded words leave your mouth and tears leak from the mask and ripple your reflection in the water. To be able to cry in death is such a cruel thing. Wasn’t it supposed to be nice? Supposed to be peaceful? You were supposed to be reunited with Yone, he was supposed to find you. But instead you’re left with-
A cold hand reaches out and gently tilts your face towards the stranger, his lips parted ever so slightly as he wipes away your tears. It’s the most gentle way he’s ever interacted with you and you hate how much it reminds you of Yone and the way he used to hold you. Of all the guides the spirit world could’ve given you, why did it have to be someone so much like Yone yet so different from him?
“He loved you more than anything else.” The stranger's words cuts through your thoughts before you could spiral more. Maybe it’s the way he says it so seriously or the way he desperately tries to draw your gaze to him, but you find yourself gazing up at him hopefully. Your eyes draw to the way he clenches his jaw and the same glowing light in the eye holes of his red mask. “He died with many regrets-but loving you was never one of them. And if he could live his life again, he’d make it so that you’d never have to question his devotion to you.”
And neither of you say anything for a few moments. You can feel your tears drying and the tension in your heart slowly easing.
“And he told you this?” You ask cautiously. 
The stranger hesitates for a moment and you feel doubt begin to return until he says: “He’s told others.”
“Oh? Yone was never really the vocal type when it came to his private affairs.” You frown, attempting to pull out the strangers grip. But the man with the red mask glances away and still holds your face.
“He’s a different man now.” He finally lets go of your face with a heavy sigh, turning away from you with a hand over one of the azakana masks on his belt. “Are you sure you still want to find him?”
“Of course!” And you find yourself grinning at the stranger’s broad back, “No matter how different he is, I’ll love him all the same.”
The stranger glances at you over his shoulder before nodding.
And so, the journey continued.
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Nestled deep in an Ionian forest is an entrance to the Spirit World. It’s a gateway of light hidden in a lake. The stranger made you step in first, but was always a step behind you. He had been quiet as the journey winded down to an end, not even amusing your questions. 
The water felt cold and as you got closer to the swirling light in the middle of the lake, you could feel the flow shifting and pushing you closer and closer to it. 
“Don’t fight it.” The stranger soothed, a comforting hand on your back helping ease you closer. 
Still, you found yourself hesitating at the edge of the bright white light.
“So this is the final step to death?” You ask, staring at the swirling light beneath the water.
“I suppose that’s one way of viewing this. A fox once told me it is the first step to eternal peace.” The stranger’s reply is soft. 
“And if I step in, Yone will be there?”
You glance behind you at the man covered in white bandages and the red half mask. He nods at you. 
“And…you’ll come with me right? I don’t think I want to take this final step alone.”
“As long as you’d have me, I’ll always be at your side.” The stranger gives you a small smile, stepping next to you and looking down at the glowing light. 
The words spur a newfound confidence and you find yourself stepping into the light and allowing yourself to fall through the portal. 
The Spirit World is bright. Fluffy clouds, a vibrant blue sky, and luscious plants. The trees have pink leaves and the water seems clearer.
When you look down at your reflection, the blue mask is gone. Instead, you can see your eyes again and they’re vibrant and bright.
Standing in a bright white kimono decorated in dark blue floral patterns, you suddenly realize that you aren’t the same person you died as.
“I look like I’m 20 again, maybe 23? Maybe around when I married Yone.” You marvel, gently tracing your sooth skin as you continue to marvel at the reflection.
“I’ve heard that the Spirit World brings you to an age where you felt the most complete.” The stranger chuckles, “I know it’s true for me.”
“Is that so, how old are-” You turn to pose the question and freeze.
Where the stranger stood is a man with long white hair, with strands braided into a blue ribbon. Swords with white ribbon lay crossed behind his black, peaking over his white and blue robes. Where azakana masks lay, are instead a belt of vibrant white pearls. 
Yone stood before you with a gentle smile, a sheen of tears in his eyes, and looking just as young as you. 
“Yone?” You breathed, a hand held over your mouth, hardly believing the sight in front of you.
“You look as beautiful as ever, my love.” He exhaled, closing the distance between the two of you-one strong arm wrapping itself around your waist and the other tilting your face up to his.
Your hand traces his bare chest, gasping as you’re able to feel the warmth of him.
When a tear drips down Yone’s face, you can’t help but break into sobs. You bury your face into his chest and allow years of pain to leave you, Yone’s tears falls into your hair as he holds you close and murmurs sweet words.
“I’m so sorry for making you feel alone. I promise you, I was there. I was watching. And I fall deeper in love with you every day.” Yone spoke fiercely, holding you tightly. 
“You were the stranger. Why didn’t you say anything?” You laugh wetly, wiping away tears as you pull away to look at him. 
It’s then Yone finally tells you what happened to him after he died. And how ashamed he was to be bound to the mask when he found you, how he was so convinced you wouldn’t love him anymore. “It’s my new identity, (Y/n), I’m not the Yone you loved before. The person you see now is the past, the present is the Yone who slays azakana.”
“Mask or no mask, I love you all the same.” You beam, “My love, do you know how much I’ve missed you? Whether it’s resting here or going back out there to fight azakana, I want to be at your side. I’m your wife, after all, and even death can’t change that.”
Yone frowns, “Your life hasn’t been easy. Wouldn’t you prefer to rest? We wouldn’t be separated forever, I’d visit you each time the portal opens.”
“My life hasn’t been easy because you aren’t in it. When I’m with you, even fighting demons will be a breeze.” Breaking out of his grip, you step towards the portal that would bring you back to the mortal plane, “Shall we, Yone?”
For a moment, your husband stands frozen. Yone looks at you with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. Finally he recovers running to you with a grin before picking you up in a bridal carry. You wrap your arms around his neck and your laughter is quickly silenced by Yone leaning in to kiss you. It’s desperate and breathtaking and you feel your husband slowly walking.
When you open your eyes, the white glow of your husband’s mask greets you. But this time, he smiles at you.
“I’m so lucky to have you back in my life, I couldn’t have picked a better wife.”
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sloan-baux · 7 months
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Wham bang whoosh! ⚡💥✨💫
You teleport to a random world, any world, any place real or imaginary, right now just as you are when you're reading this. Where are you and what's happening?
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ohnoitstbskyen · 1 year
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Riot are generally... not super great at fully expanding on their characters' stories. I have a particular love for the Ancient Shurima setting, and those dysfunctional furry brothers Nasus and Renekton. And what's a guy to do when his favourite characters don't get development?
Well. I believe strongly in DIY.
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nagazmulagan · 4 months
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DISTANT RIVER. 🫧
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...i still feel the chill
as i reveal my shame to you...
it just seemed that no matter how far he'd go, all roads eventually brought him to you; his river of life, overflowing with desire and unexplainable glow. in his eyes - you were a deity, and he; a mere follower. and yone was about to show you once again how you should be treated for the whole eternity.
— heartsteel yone x reader smut, established relationship, reader is afab, kinda modern au, kinda kpop related activities, a little bit of praise and teasing, missionary, kitchen counter fucking??, kinda sequel to my previous post, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, mentions of cervix fucking, sweet aftercare, sweet yone, i just love yone, not proofread.
an: this wouldn't exist if one of you anons wouldn't compliment my work!! thank you for the support and i love you so much. i hope you will like this one as much as you liked the previous one 🫶 btw i wrote this late at night before sleep lol also i kinda feel that the end is meh
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"you're going on a tour? again?", you sighed, looking at your significant other with annoyed gaze. "you've already been on a few. is this really necessary?", you asked, grasping yone's hand and pulling him towards you, and he lowered his gaze. "i'm sorry, love. i have no control over it, and if it were up to me, i wouldn't go. but i cannot just ditch my work, sugar", yone said, caressing your cheek with his free hand.
"i know, i'm sorry, i just don't want you to be far away from me for such a long time", you replied, leaning into the idol'd touch. it was hard for you to accept the situation. no one would be satisfied if they had so little time with their beloved as you did with yone. you supported him, obviously, occasionally scolding him because of his training and work ethic, which made you spend less and less time with him. yone always tried to make up for the time lost, though. if he was somewhere overseas, he brought you every souvenir that he'd think you like or anything that reminded him of you. he also texted you almost all the time when he was staying longer at the studio to create a new masterpiece with his band members.
yone placed a light kiss on your forehead, stopping your train of thought. "i'm going to leave tomorrow morning and probably be back in two weeks. i feel bad about leaving you here all by yourself.", yone said, taking both of your hands into his own and placing another feather-like kiss to the tip of your nose. you sighed quietly, looking right into his eyes. "then i'd like to make as much as i can of our time together.", you whispered, letting go of his hands and closing the distance between you two.
you kissed yone. and through the kiss, both he and you could feel the yearning and longing that you've felt. the swordsman's hands travelled down your body, caressing every curve he found. he held your chin and deepened the kiss, making you release a quiet moan, which now made yone sure about your intentions. he pulled away for you for a second, his gaze meeting yours. yone placed his forehead on yours, swiftly kissed you again, and then he picked you up by your tights, squeezing then a little harshly, which made you hold your breath.
you wrapped your limbs around him, letting yone support your weight entirely. where he was heading - you didn't know, but your first good guess was any sturdy surface; and that happened to be the kitchen counter. and as soon as yone placed you on top of it, his lips found the way to yours once again. he kissed you with such a fervour that you could barely keep up with breathing. you placed your hands behind his neck, and he moved his mouth on your cheek, making a trail of kisses to your ear. "then i shall make it so remarkable that it will be the only thing on your mind for the next week.", yone whispered right into your ear, the he lighly nibbed your earlobe.
yone wasn't usually the type who would talk dirty in bed - he would praise you most of the time. but when he did, then oh boy; you'd practically feel a whole ocean flowing down from your center. and this time wasn't different - barely one sentence almost made you soaked in your own juices, and yone didn't even touch you properly.
the idol moved his kisses down your neck, unbuttoning your blouse slowly at the same time. he was so delicate - like you'd break if he pressed too hard. after he was done with the buttons, he gently took the clothing off you, and threw it onti the floor; which was unusual. yone was always proper and a perfectionist, so this action made you realise that he wants it as badly as you do.
with the new uncovered area, the swordsman was quick to get his hands all over yours, his touches getting more and more impatient. he massaged your arms, never stopping his assault of kisses down your body. his mouth stopped at your bra – a pretty, red laced piece. yone, realising that the bra is the only thing keeping you hidden away from his lusting gaze, with just a swift move, torn your bra off. "hey, that was one of my favourites, yone!", you exclaimed, which only made him chuckle. he placed his head between your breasts, his hands sliding down to your waist. "and i can buy you thousands of them. though, i definitely prefer to see you without anything keeping your beauty from me, darling." was his only reply before his tongue latched itself on one of your nipples and his teeth brushing over, which made you moan. yone didn't want to leave the second one unattended, so one of his hands started to knead gently the flesh and pinch your other nipple.
you can't deny – it felt amazing, but it wasn't enough for you now. if he was supposed to be gone for so long, you wanted him to be in each and every part of your body, until your senses and thoughts would become only yone. he seemed to realise this, too. after a while more of tending to your breasts, he pulled back to take a good look at you and your exposed upper body. and you swear that the bewildered look on yone's face was something you'd cherish forever. the swordsman could admire your beauty for hours – but he knew that he'd better start tending to the other parts of your body; for example, your pussy.
yone could tell that the cotton fabric of your panties and the jeans have been slowly becoming uncomfortable, his first instinct was to take them off you as quickly as possible – and he was just about to do that, when your hands stopped his antics. he pulled away from you, once again, worried that he'd crossed some kind of boundary. "am i moving too fast? i'm sorry, love, i-", you shut him up quickly, placing your palm over his. "no, no, absolutely not. that is not the case. it's just- i will be naked soon, and you are still fully clothed..", you said, suddenly bashful. yone felt as if a weight was lifted of his shoulders – if he'd ever hurt you, that was something he would never forgive himself for.
but yone understood your request – you wanted him to strip too. he quickly undid his top and bottom, revealing his well defined muscles. he looked just like a greek god, if not better; you've never seen anyone look as perfect as he did. a creature without flaws, he was, ready to serve you and make every of your wishes come true. "i suppose that now i can match you, right?" you whispered, still ogling his chest. in that aspect, you were no better than any of his fans.
desperate for this to move further quickly, you quickly unbuttoned your pants, taking them off very fast with yone's help, along with your socks. now all that was left on you were your laced red panties, matching with your bra. yone smirked, and teased you. "it's almost like you'd expect this to happen." he moved you to the very end of the counter and kneeled before you, placing his head between your legs. with your panties still on, he began placing butterfly kisses and a few hickeys on the delicate skin of your thighs, bringing himself closer and closer to your core, when the burning feeling was beginning to feel overwhelming. and when he finally slid the last piece of attire of your body, you took a deep breath as yone opened your legs and, as if he was testing the waters, gave your pussy one, swift lick.
"yone", you breathed, feeling the heat finally being taken care of. he sucked your clit hard, occasionally going lower and plunging his tongue into your hole. his mouth felt so good, and the way yone was keeping his eyes on you made you get lost in your own pleasure. "you taste so good, sweetheart, i could spend hours between your legs", yone groaned against your cunt, and you just moaned in response. yone seemed ti be satisfied with this. but when you thought this couldn't get any better, his tongue focused solely on your clit, while his fingers slowly started to pump into your hole. now this was just pure bliss – and it didn't take long for you to come.
you moaned his name, your fingers getting lost in his hair, pulling the loose strands into every direction. yone let you ride your orgasm on his tongue and fingers, and when you were done, he made sure to clean you up good with his mouth. the bare sight of this almost made you come once again – yone was just so effortlessly hot. and when he was satisfied with the outcome, he dragged his mouth up through your clit, tummy and chest, arriving finally on your neck, where he placed a small kiss. yone closed the distance between you again and held you close to him, his hands caressing your figure once more.
and as good as it felt – it wasn't enough for you. there was something primal, something deep inside of you that just made you realise that you want his cock buried deep inside of you. "yone, please.", you pleaded, only for him to respond teasingly. "please what, love?", he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. "please fuck me, yone. i want to feel you inside me." you whimpered – and that was all yone needed to hear.
he hoisted you up into his arms once again, this time heading to your shared bedroom. and when you arrived, yone gently put you down on the bed. he took of his boxers, revealing his hard member. it wasn't your first time together – but seeing his length always made you impressed. even his cock looked good; this man had absolutely no flaws. yone obviously noticed that you're staring, but he didn't seem to mind. he slided his hand over his dick a few times before joining you in bed, positioning himself and flicking the tip of his member a few times over your clit, making you release a few quiet moans.
"love, are you ready?", he asked, placing a kiss on your forehead, nose and lips, respectively. "always.", you replied, bringing your hips down just so you could feel his cock again. and you didn't have to wait long – soon, yone began thrusting into you with a steady pace. he was girthy enough to deliciously abuse your g-spot and lenghty enough for his tip to kiss your cervix. you couldn't stop your moans – after all, why would you? you wanted yone to know just how good he makes you feel. every time you at least breathed sharply, yone thrusted harder; that's how responsive he was to every sound you made.
all you could focus on were yone's groans and sharp breaths and your own pleasure. after a while, the swordsman's pace continued to get faster and harder, until he let out a sound close to a growl, which made you realise that he'll probably reach his own peak. but you didn't want it to end so soon – the way he was filling you up, it was like your body was just perfectly moulded for him. but the tip brushing over the cervix definitely wasn't enough for your primal urges, and those were the only one in your mind now. "yone, please, cum inside me", you whimpered. the man seemed to be in the same state as you were - nearly breaking your hips down with the force he was fucking you with.
it didn't take you long to come again. you never were a screamer – but this was just so good, you couldn't help yourself and released the sound along with your juices, covering yone's cock and clenching on it. and soon enough, he came too – deep inside of you, just as you asked. you both collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted from the intense physical activity. after your and your significant other's breath calmed down, yone was quick to embrace you from behind, his sticky, sweat covered chest against your back.
"are you alright, sweetheart?", yone asked, playing with your hair. the only reply you could muster was a mere "mhm", though it seemed to satisfy yone enough. "i'm sorry that i'll be far away from you again. i'll try to ask and see if i can take you with me, love." he murmured against the crook of your neck. you turned to your side, facing him. "it's okay, i understand. i'll miss you, but i know you will come back to me.", you said, caressing his perfect face and then moving onto his silky white hair. "i love you. i'll get you some water and then we'll go get you all cleaned up, m'kay?", he smiled faintly, ready to get out of the bed any second, and you just nodded and smiled in response.
and this was all you wanted – for your lover to make love to you hard and take care of you before his departure. and now at least you could be sure that even if he won't remain with you physically, then at least the memory of yone hovering over you will be enough to satiate your needs at least for some time.
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Hey Hey!!
Unfortunately I couldn't find your rules for request and just send you one sowwy. (You can ignore this if you dont write nswf)
could i have an arcane vi x fem!reader nswf please.
Y/n will be overstimulated by Vi. Her Whispering dirty talk in Reader's ear what a good girl she is.
Vi is being rough but still praising her little cupcake 😫
This every sapphic woman's fantasy after watching Arcane.
Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, clit stimulation, fingering, praise, soothing kisses, post-sex cuddles, thigh kisses
Word count: 0.7k
A/N: If this doesn't happen between Vi and Caitlyn in s2 I will riot.
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"Already done Cupcake? I'm just getting started." Vi smiled against your pulsing, hot cunt as she pampered it in hard, long kisses, "It's only been three rounds, come on."
"Yeah, and I've had two orgasm's in the span of a few minutes. Go easy on a girl." You smiled down and her and lightly pushed her away, feeling the sweat in her hair and on her forehead. Vi however, was relentless in her mission to make you come again.
"No can do." Even with your slick dripping down her chin she looked as handsome as ever. More handsome even. "I gotta burn this energy somehow. And bar fights are no longer an option, so between your legs it is."
Her lips ghosted the inside of your left thigh, leaving a trail of wetness along while her strong, rough hands rubbed over your legs. Vi raised her eyebrow at you, the one with the little scar that she knew made you weak for her. It was like a sexier version of her puppydog look that she used to get what she wanted.
By god it worked like a charm on you.
"Just... one more." You agreed, your pussy already giving a pulse in both protest and anticipation.
Vi smirked, planting a trail of hot, firm kisses on the familiar way to suck your clit into her mouth, "Thank you Cupcake. Thank you for letting me make you feel good." She moved her tongue in broad, slow licks, savoring your taste and the way your clit twitched against the muscle, all the while you did your best to try and remain still for her.
"You always make me feel good." You sighed, your lower lip pulled tight between your teeth, hands digging into Vi's messy, yet surprisingly soft hair, "Kinda makes thing feel uneven if I'm being honest."
"Oh yeah? We'll have to fix that later then, for now..." Vi kissed your clit quickly as she pushed and hooked her middle and ring fingers inside of you, pumping them slowly while increasing the flutters of her tongue on your clit, "I wanna have more fun down here. You'll be a good girl and let me do that won't you Cupcake?"
Your voice failed you in your reply, a long, breathy moan being the only thing you could say t her.
Vi setting her mind onto something meant there was no getting out of it until she was satisfied, or in this case until she made you satisfied. Given the raw state you were in before it didn't take much for you to start moaning her name at the top of her lungs, a combination of, "There! More! Deeper! Fuck! So good! Vi! Oh, please baby!", the phrases and pleas and mewls couldn't be stopped as Vi worked her fingers in and out, deliberately pressing upwards when she'd press the flat of her tongue against your clit, making stars dance in front of your eyes.
"I'm right here Cupcake. Let go, I wanna see you come around my fingers." Her words, her desire crashed over and fueled yours until you couldn't hold back anymore. With one last cry you pressed her head close and let your arousal coat her chin, fingers and wrist, your pussy walls dragging her fingers in further, refusing to let go of the fullness they provided.
Slowly she pulled her hand away, wiping it on the sheets on her way to lay her body over yours, her muscles hard and reassuring of her protective nature. You were tired, not too tired to kiss her, even with your juices still dripping down her chin and on her tongue. You always tasted better when you tasted yourself from her kiss. It was you but also a taste that could only be called Vi.
"That was wonderful." Vi kissed the corner of your mouth, pulling a smile across your face as her thumb caressed your other cheek, "We should fit more adrenaline outlets like these in our lives, don't you agree Cupcake?"
"Mhm." A tired sigh was all you managed to give her, your body sore, between your legs the most. Your hands lazily draped around Vi's shoulders as you pulled her to the side and nestled your head in the crook of her neck, "Remind me to pay you back in the morning." Oh she will, Vi could never forget a serious thing like that.
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manias-wordcount · 2 months
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Just Hair (Jinx x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘃!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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She’s usually not this…quiet.
  Well. Maybe that’s a weird thing to have. Sure, she gives the impression of a chatterbox. Someone who loves the sound of her own voice. Someone who can’t stand to be ignored or cast aside. You’d be lying if you said those weren’t your immediate thoughts about her when you first met her.
  But when you think about it, it’s really not like she’s talking all the time. It’s not like she says everything in a shout or a yell or a scream. She’s not loud and explosive and in your face every waking moment of the day. In fact, sometimes you think it’s others that do the talking for her. People who rile her up. People who she riles up. Her footsteps when she wants to be seen and make a scene. The footsteps that come running towards her whenever she’s seen and there’s about to be a scene. The explosives and explosions that she creates. The explosives and explosions that she’s drawn to. It’s all so loud. You associate her loud. She is loud. 
  Even when she’s not the one opening her mouth. So you suppose that’s why you’re so curious as to why she’s being so calm and so still for you right now. She usually isn’t like this. You don’t associate her with behaviors like this. And you just can’t help but wonder: why.
  After all, all you’re doing is laying her head in your lap and brushing through her hair. Not anything important. Not anything crazy. So why?
  Why?
  You think about it as you continue your actions. Your eyes sweep around Jinx’s hideout, hoping it’ll give you some type of clue. The dolls she made a while back are still there. A not-so-successful project is strewn about a makeshift coffee table. One you distinctly remember helping her paint (and then later spray paint) not too long ago. But no dice. So you turn your attention back onto her.
  The girl who’s always on your mind.
  It’s an odd sight, in your opinion. But a beautiful one at the exact time. You’re both on an old mattress. A nicer one in your opinion. You’re sitting up, legged crossed and back straight towards one edge of the mattress while Jinx lays across your lap, head cradled by your thighs. Her signature braids are undone and long blue hair is just about everywhere in your vision as you take your time while running the brush across every single strand you have access to. And it all connects down back to her. And every time you look at her face, you can see the same expression there. Eyes closed. Face relaxed. No frowns. No worries. None of those things. Just pure bliss. Pure, pure bliss.
  It truly is a foreign sight to you. Seeing her so at peace. You would have assumed she was sleeping if you didn’t know her so well. That’s why you’re so hesitant to break the silence. So hesitant to break the stillness that sits between the two of you. But you have to know. You just have to know…
  Why?
  And so, your mouth parts finally, deciding that it’s best to come right out about it. And that’s the thing. There’s a question in there, hanging on your tongue. Dancing on your lips. It’s there. But it doesn’t come out. Not quite yet anyways. You’ve learned to be very careful with your words around her. Very careful with your questions. In the years you’ve been with friends with her, you’ve learned how fragile a hair-trigger can be. You learned how random her trigger can be as well. With things you never known. With things you’ve never expected. So you stay there, and you ponder. Thinking long, thinking hard about what you want to ask. What you want to say. And by the time the perfect sentence forms in your mind…
  “This is nice…”
  …she beats you to the punch.
  “What is?” You ask Jinx in response to her off-hand comment. She takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly. And then another. And another. And another. And another. Rinse. Repeat. But in all honesty? You’re fine with this. Never once had you stopped looking down at your friend’s expression with a curious gaze. Never once had your fingers stopped running the bristles of the hairbrush through her long hair- carefully making its way through tiny little knots here and there. 
  Your question can wait if she’s willing to share. Anything in your life could wait for her honestly. Perhaps she knows that about you. Perhaps that’s why she’s taking her time with her answer right now. You have a feeling you’ll never know. She’s always been an enigma after all.
  But she’s your enigma. And she’ll always be.
  “Nobody has brushed my hair in a long, long time.” She finally says after a long period of silence. Her voice is as quiet and as calm as her demeanor is. But there’s nothing scary about this. No silent storm here- not even in the far distance. You’re happy about that. You want it to stay that way. She deserves that. She deserves this. “So this is nice.”
  “No one?” You question, almost absently, after a little while. It’s something to fill the void, really. Something to make her feel acknowledged and seen and heard- even when you don’t quite have a response for her at the moment. “Really?”
  “I don’t play well with others,” She reminds you, a playful lilt to her voice. And although her eyes are still closed. There’s an almost proud smile starting to tug at the corner of her lips- unable to stay hidden for long. “Except for you.”
  Well…I’m glad.” At the mention of you being the exception in you are her life, you can’t help but smile your own smile. Even if her eyes aren’t open to see it. You can’t help it. The words hit straight to your heart, even if she didn’t mean anything much by them. “That makes me special.”
  “You’ve always been special to me.”
  Her eyes are open now. Her gaze is on you. And even though her dark eyes are intense, you don’t feel like you’re in danger. You don’t feel like you’re about to be hunted or stalked. You don’t feel like you’re prey. So you hold her gaze. And you try not to think about just how soft it is now that her eyes are on you. Looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world to her right now. And you want to be. Is it selfish to want that? Is it selfish to want that from her when you were once afraid of her too? Is it selfish to want that when you don’t even know her every secret yet? Is it selfish? Is it?
  “Yeah…” 
  It might be. It might be selfish. But by now, the brush in your hand has run over this section more times than you can count already. But you like just how smoothly it travels through her long, pretty hair. You like how it makes her smile a little more. You like how it makes her feel relaxed. Happy. Loved. Cherished. So you’ll do it a couple more times. Just to be sure. Just to be sure. It’s the very least you could do. She deserves that. She deserves this.
  “You’ve always been special to me too.”
  And you’re more than happy to give it to her.
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jojikawa · 2 years
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𝘼𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙭 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝.
wc: 1k+
notes: a drabble i made since i have writer's block with everything else I'm writing. if you want long-form content with Aatrox and this version of the reader, shoot me a request.
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Aatrox can not accept death.
Aatrox had met you after he killed an entire village, leaving nothing but blood and carnage. It was nothing special. One village in a million. It’s that the pure agony of pain and loss he inflicted is what summoned you. A pretty demoness. Black swirling horns, gorgeous smooth skin, and sharp pink nails. It seemed almost like you had been waiting for him when he found you perched on a rock in the middle of a nearby spring. Black butterflies attracted themselves to you, coming out of what seemed like nowhere.
You piqued the Darkin’s interest with your mysterious nature, but not in the way that you would think. He wasn’t enticed by your beauty at all and only saw you as another flesh bag to kill.
Aatrox was extremely big when he approached you, big in size from all the people he had just killed. He towered over you like a giant yet you showed no fear.
Good.
“Aatrox.”
The Darkin froze upon your voice invading his ears while in the middle of lowering his blade on top of your head. You examined him, getting the reaction you had been hoping for.
You blinked slowly, battering your eyelashes as you let a black butterfly land on your finger. It gave you kisses before flying away but making sure to stay clear of the Darkin it found so disgusting.
“Even you can not escape death.” You smiled softly at him. This earned a growl from him. He narrowed his glowing eyes at you. “I can not die.”
And with that, Aatrox inflicted on you what he had done to everyone else. Pain and agony. He killed you.
But he killed you over and over and over.
You only kept regenerating as if nothing happened. Your blood spilled, coating the rock and filling the spring. The clear water turned a sickly rose red. All before your skin and bone would repair themselves. The butterflies had flown away and were long gone away from the violence. Aatrox couldn’t understand why someone so small and fragile looking wouldn’t die but he didn’t stop. He kept killing you again and again until he was exhausted.
“–Death.”
Again.
“–comes.
Again.
“–for.”
Again.
“–all.”
Suddenly, it hit him. He realized why you wouldn’t die to his blade over anyone else’s. You were the incarnation of extermination of all life. The acts he committed in physical form. You were Lady Death and you had your sights set on him. It was too much for him to accept. When he realized he couldn’t kill you, he left you. No matter how many times he tore you into bloody pieces.
And you followed him.
You followed Aatrox everywhere he went. You were aware of his current immortality but seasons change and the world will end at some point. It would no longer sustain Aatrox. He had no choice but to leave you be but your mere presence, your existence angered him greatly! He wanted nothing more than to kill you in any and every way. And in Every way.
It wasn’t too bad. Aatrox was just exaggerating because of his violent nature. Despite being Death Incarnate, there was a very gentle nature to you. Death was patient; if it weren’t Aatrox’s time to die, you would just wait for him. He stopped resisting but he still didn’t accept you.
He would carry on, killing anyone who crossed his path and prove to you that you were wasting your time. It’s just that nothing deterred you from leaving Aatrox alone. He couldn’t truly die, right?
“Why are you here?” Aatrox would finally ask after wandering around for…who knows how long? The situation began to weigh him down at first.
You gave him a soft look. Blinking at him slowly before planting yourself upon his shoulder. He would carry you sometimes. Sometimes, it was the only way you could feel close to him.
“Death has been around since the universe was created. You are unable to accept me because, despite your immortal body, you were once a mortal. You can not comprehend death. Death isn’t the end of life. It is the end of sentience and of anything that exists in my universe.”
Aatrox has heard this many times from you. So much that he almost has it memorized. He would always respond with violence but your undying body made it impossible to put an end to it. Aatrox brought Death everywhere he went and now it was out to get him.
Because of his actions, you would always send off the people he killed. They would pass on and you would feed on their energy. For a while, Aatrox stopped killing of his own volition to really see how you did things. He became burned out, shrinking down from his monstrous high to a measly 7 feet. He was still much taller than you.
You seemed to show an attraction towards men who would be dying soon in War. It was hard to understand but it made him feel upset whenever you did this. He would never communicate his jealousy but Aatrox was a very jealous Darkin. He had mentally claimed you as his own because of your obsession with him.
An obsession that became almost mutual. You thought that Aatrox would be a nice addition to your collection of souls. That is why you had been watching him so closely, waiting for the right moment. Even if it meant waiting until the end of time…but he had grown fond of you…as if it were…love.
He would prematurely kill any man that spoke to you or who would speak to you. He already made things hard since he was unable to blend in with humans.
It was like a sad love story. No matter how lost Aatrox’s mind was in the determination to conquer, he still had the consciousness. The ability to develop a connection with someone.
At no point did he say that he loved you. You never uttered those words either. Regardless, you still felt like lovers even if it weren’t intended.
The goal of Aatrox was to end the world, or himself. You were a beautiful reminder of that.
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