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league-of-legends-hcs · 6 months

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A ray of Life

(I recommend listening to this song while reading)

Viktor blurb

WARNINGS: TW: Depression

The nights in the city of progress have cooled down quite a bit now, the few neatly planted trees losing their leaves, a few shades orange and reds littered the paths of Piltover by now.

Viktor felt it in his bones... in his muscles too, the cold making it ever so slightly harder for him to move them painlessly. He sighed and raised his head, looking out through the window, the winds so strong that even through the thick, tampered glass the Academy had used in construction you could hear them howling.

The scientist pondered for a moment, just losing himself in the flickering lanterns he could see in the distance... he felt like at this moment, he might just be like one of them. Clinging to life desperately, fighting the inevitable..

Just at this very moment he felt his lungs straining, a painful coughing fit rattling his entire body. With a shivering hand he fished for his handkerchief and held it to his mouth. It was so draining.. he could feel his head begin to spin again. His eyes once more threatened to roll back into his head from exhaustion...

When the creaking of the door, the sound of footsteps pulled him back into reality. He was falling apart faster now, he realized. Viktor did not need to look to know that there would be blood on his handkerchief, so he quickly shoved it back into his vest, composing himself.

"Viktor? You're still here, again?", Jayce asked, his voice filled with concern as he stepped over to his partner who seemed to have trouble just sitting up.

The Zaunite nodded and cleared his throat, his voice hoarse from not speaking for so long. "Yes... Yes I know that I can do it, Jayce. I'm so close to solving the problems with the hex cube..." he muttered, looking down at his notes once more. All those runes, those equations, the numbers... there was one missing piece and he just couldn't figure it out... he needed to.

"That can wait until tomorrow, Vik." Viktor could now feel the soft but firm grip of Jayces hand on his shoulder. "Please, get some rest."

Jayce didn't understand. It couldn't wait. Viktor never knew if he would awake after a night of sleep, if his body would carry the strain another day. He never knew when it would be over... he didn't have the luxury of knowing that he could live to see another day.

He couldn't possibly put this knowledge on Jayce though. Knowing him well enough, he would simply end up worrying a lot and that would impact his work negatively...

So, Viktor decided to relent. He sighed heavily and reached for his cane. "I suppose you're right.", he said, sounding exhausted. The other smiled warmly and helped him up, watching while Viktor picked up his notebook and turned off the lamp at his desk, golden eyes lingering on the sparks dying.

"Vik? Need help to your room?", Jayce now asked, even though he knew that Viktor could very well make it by himself usually. Now he looked almost sickly pale... and that worried Jayce. He knew Viktor was working hard, but that he was pushing it this far was unhealthy.

While leaning onto his cane and stepping forward almost shakily, Viktor let his work partner know that it was fine. "My room is not that far away." He began to walk down the hall, staggering the lightest bit. "I will see you tomorrow." He told him now, not looking back at Jayce who was still standing at the desk.

Once he had made it to his room, he collapsed onto his bed. Tonight was one of the nights in which his pain overwhelmed him too much to work well. Instead, he just laid there, his forearm on his forehead while he was looking at the dull ceiling of his room.

Here, he could hear the wind howling once more... whisking his thoughts away... easing his pain a little... what life would be like if he had more time... if he hadn't been like... this. Sick. Falling apart way before his time...

His eyes grew heavy and he could feel himself drifting off to sleep... thinking of this one song he remembered from his childhood. From this friend he had lost when he crossed the bridge to live in Piltover... he had to leave everything behind... including everyone he loved like family.

One day, he had told himself, he would play this song to you again... like you had always done for him. He had to make it until then. He needed to thank you for all the memories. For making him feel like he belonged for the first time in his life.

Until then... he would endure... he had to.

#arcane #arcane viktor #lol viktor #viktor league of legends #ginga writes #league of legends #Spotify

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league-of-legends-hcs · 7 months

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I'm re-posting it, because apparently tumblr decided that it's not worth fucking showing this to anyone

#this is the dream man #Meow like a cat in heat for this fictional man AAAGHHHHH

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league-of-legends-hcs · 8 months

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Kiss me! <3

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league-of-legends-hcs · 8 months

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For the low low price of your sanity you can also Simp for this man

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league-of-legends-hcs · 8 months

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Jason Spisak has announced he's recorded lines for Arcane Season 2.

(TW: SA, Grooming)

He also has numerous sexual misconduct allegations against him dating as far back 2017.

And has had a pattern of behavior of DMing young women who were fans of his - specifically...Jinx cosplayers.

He's admitted to dating one, a 22-year-old Jinx cosplayer, who was a fan of his (he's 49.)

If you know anything about Jason Spisak, he loves the Jinx and Silco relationship. It's all he talks about in interviews.

So for him to have a pattern of behavior DMing young girls, soliciting sexual relationships from them, via their attachment and interest in the Silco character, and Jinx herself - is very. Very. Scary.

Evidence in screenshots listed below, including an audio recording.

It's obvious he fetishizes the Jinx and Silco relationship and grooms young girls on that basis.

Be informed. He's still getting work, in the very show he's utilized to find victims.

The bits of evidence presented can be found here, but there's a lot more I've left out: https://twitter.com/i__am_the_truth/status/1554959726672322560

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league-of-legends-hcs · 8 months

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Something, something, I only ever seem to post wips, something, something. (what even is rendering?? like, wtf?? how do you do it??)

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league-of-legends-hcs · 8 months

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Viktor x fem!Reader bj

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dom!Viktor, oral

I want to suck viktors dick so bad... like hear me out on this one right...

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You're kneeling before him as he sits in an armchair, legs spread and pants undone, his cock straining against his thin underwear and you can see a little wet spot from where the precum seeps through from just how much he needs you... how much he needs to feel those velvety lips wrapped around his aching length, how much he needs to feel your tongue swirling around him... mnh... you drive him wild just looking at him like that... that hunger in your eyes...

And you are indeed hungry.. with precise movements you pull his boxers down, mindful not to touch his cock in any way. You wanted all the pent up frustration, all the stress that he had put himself under to break through. You thoroughly enjoyed him being like this. Especially when he was finally giving you the attention you were craving so much.

"Darling..." he mused, his long fingers tilting up your face gracefully, "if you keep toying with me like this, I will have to put you in your place..."

A pleasant shiver ran through you as you put your face onto his thigh, your hands lazily drawing patterns on the inside of them. With the most innocent face you could muster you said "I have no clue what you're talking about...", blinking a few times.

But today was not one of the days he had the patience for your teasing. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, cursing under his breath. Fuck, that sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.

"You leave me no choice then.", he told you in a deep, raspy voice as he opened those deeply golden eyes. His pupils were blown wide, his gaze seeping with Lust. Then, he grabbed your hair and tugged you to look up at him. "Open your mouth for me", he demanded, letting you feel that this was not a request. He was giving you another chance to be good.

And knowing what stress he had been under, you relented, opening your lips, placing kisses along his dick. A pleased sigh left Viktor, his grasp on your hair getting a little lighter. "My good girl..." he praised you when you took his tip into your mouth, groaning once you also started stroking him.

He tried looking at you but that mouth of yours... it just felt so good... so good that he couldn't control himself. He began to move your head up and down... at a gentle pace at first. "Forgive me, my love.. I cannot.. fuck.. help it.."

You began to move a little faster too, his sounds making your mouth water. By now you were almost drooling around him... and damn did that turn Viktor on even more.

You were his. His to see like this, his to play with. To love and worship. His to fuck mercilessly.

His hips began to move against you, chasing the sensation you were giving him.. and now he became rougher too, thrusting into your throat, revelling in those gags and muffled coughs. The power and pride he felt right now were intoxicating him almost as much as those watering eyes of yours did.

And when you could feel him twitch inside your mouth you couldn't help it but moan, getting Viktor to chuckle while holding you down with every little bit of his cock neatly pushed into your mouth and throat. Your nose was pressing against his abdomen while he swore out in his mothertongue, his hands pushing you there while his nails dug into your head, fingers tangled in your hair.

"Yes... be good.. stay there... be good for me.. FUCK!", he pushed out in between shallow breaths before reaching his peak, cumming down your throat, hearing how your gagged and sputtered around him.. and even if you were close to blacking out, he wouldn't let go until he finished. And once he did, Viktor would carefully pull you off of his dick, looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes while you kept your tongue out for him, showing him what you had left of his cum.

He smiled and caressed your cheek. "You're so sexy..." then he pulled you up and kissed you deeply, not caring about tasting himself on you. Once you were seated in his lap, Viktor wrapped his arms around you and put his head onto your tits, his eyes closed when he sighed happily.

A few moments passed by, you stroking his hair while he was resting before his raspy voice filled the room. "How about we move this to the bed.. it's my turn to make you feel good now."

I was thinking about doing a version where reader keeps being a brat but Idk. Hope you enjoy reading! Feel free to drop an ask!

#arcane #arcane viktor #lol viktor #viktor league of legends #ginga writes #viktor smut #league of legends

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league-of-legends-hcs · 8 months

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I wanna write something but my mind is empty... send me ideas pleaaaaase q.q

#arcane #league headcannons #league of legends #ginga writes

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league-of-legends-hcs · 8 months

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At cane’s length

this song owns my heart, and i’ve been thinking about writing something with soft dom vibes for a while sooo. here you go.

cw: viktor x reader, smut, viktor is an unbearable tease, gn reader, gn pronouns for reader

word count: 2k~

art cr: @arcanescribbles. my inspiration for this fic, actually.

*standard ‘eng is not my first language so please don’t be mean to me’ bullshit i put before posting every single one of my fics*

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Viktor is handsome in a cruel way. In an untouchable, ‘tease all the remaining sanity of you’ one, to be precise.

Cruel.

That short, plain word spins on your tongue, threatening to roll off it any second. You audibly gulp, desperately trying to swallow the harsh adjective, and the longing flows down your throat, leaving you breathless — almost too turned on to think straight whatsoever.

You can’t call him that. Even though he’s not exactly opposed to the idea of being relentlessly cussed out by you. It’s the consequences of your boldness that attract him: after all, he gets to watch you all tied up and needy, doe-eyed as you desperately ask to be touched… And then wide-eyed as you switch to being utterly unfiltered and vulgar, trying anything and everything to make him fuck you tonight. Spending the whatever’s left of your wits on those incoherent mumble-like sentences, pleading mewls mixed with the sounds of your knees scraping on the floor from all the squirming you do. Completely and utterly adorable in this state of raw desire, and it figuratively makes your brain slip out of your ear, replaces it with debauched thoughts, with inability to feel anything except for the lust — so intense, that it’s almost painful.

The ingenious, irritatingly smug man or, as you so kindly dubbed him, ‘kinky bastard’ is seated above you, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, legs spread in this tauntingly inviting manner — testing your limits, mocking you deliberately. He knows that you crave to be between those legs, struggling to fit the aching swell of his cock into your mouth, to let it stretch your slick, heavenly warm throat — or even to be split in twain, fucked over his desk like the horny mess you are — desperate, sobbing, charming in the tantrums you throw just for him, begging to be taken care of. Well, not only begging, to be frank. It’s a full-fledged demanding now, which, decidedly, did flatter Viktor, but being a brat never works on him. You have to be good to obtain his mercy. Negotiating, perhaps. Even when your sanity is gone, even when the only thing you can think of is choking on his dick. Those are the unspoken rules of earning Viktor’s touch — the sweet in its unattainability treasure. And you’ve learned it the hard way.

Viktor thinks it’s only fair, since he can’t be rough with you physically. His body might be sore, but his mind? God, you wish it was sore at least once in a while. Yes, he might not be able to frantically pound you into the mattress, but he’s perfectly capable of coming up with new ways to edge you. Which you loved, of course, but fuck would you prefer the first option so much more. But he’s an incorrigible inventor to the bone. Even in the sheets. Well, more precisely, now — in his lab.

The ropes on your wrists are rubbing the skin, keeping your hands tied reliably behind your back. They serve as one of the numerous reminders of this embarrassingly unfair position Viktor had put you in: you can’t move unless he’s kind enough to let you — he’s not restricted in his movements at all, you’re kneeling in front of him with a vulnerable expression — he’s leaning in his chair with a shit-eating grin, legs spread, head thrown back as he looks down at you in a way a master looks at his servant. You’re fully naked — he’s fully clothed. Viktor calls it ‘the perfect balance’. You call it ‘please, just take those damn clothes off’. The idyll.

“Viktor, why are you doing this to me?” you mutter, glancing at him with a weak sigh. He quirks an eyebrow, unbothered, divine-looking with those rays of sunlight peeking through his dark hair, forming a figurative nimbus. ‘Like a god,’ you think, and for the briefest of moments your gaze changes from desperate to enamoured. But then you remember that your god refuses to be worshipped. That he would rather watch you suffer, disregarding your every prayer. And so you frown again.

“Funny, you should ask,” he purrs, the thickness of his accent matching the thickness of sexual tension between you. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re supposed to keep your enemies at arm’s length.“

You scoff, ignoring the painful tingling in your knees, the once cold floor beneath you warm and sticky in the places your hot skin touched it.

“I’m no enemy of yours,” you mutter, sounding almost genuinely offended. But Viktor only laughs, mouth open in a silent, amused ‘oh?’. Your only response is a frustrated moan.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, dear,” he demonstratively clutches his cane, the sexy bend of his long fingers so tempting it nearly has you cumming on the floor. “Didn’t you mention hating me earlier?”

Of course you did. How couldn’t you, when you wanted so badly to open wide for him, to bite on the calloused thumb, the undefinable salty, with a mixture of something metallic taste of his skin so familiar you could easily make it out. Oh, and with accuracy sharp enough for its savour to become a phantom sensation on the tip of your tongue. However, the same tactic never worked for his cock. Whenever you tried to imagine him abruptly pushing it inside of you — the craving would just become stronger, more unbearable. Fantasies were never enough. You needed the real thing.

“Not that I care what label you’ve decided to put on me tonight,” he continues, obviously hinting at the ‘kinky bastard’ incident. “A lover or an enemy — you’re staying at arm’s length.”

“More like at cane’s length,” you mock, angry eyes swirling that white tie oh his slender neck, but the rope around your wrists stops you from tugging on it to angrily steal a kiss.

“Cane’s length?” curious, Viktor leans over you in his chair, and for a second you’re deceived, rejoicing at the proximity, but he’s quick to remind you what a fool you are, his unhinged expression turning into an entertained one. “You have quite the brilliant mind, darling. We should probably test that out.”

Your teeth instantly sink into your tongue, instinctively scolding yourself for the inability to watch your mouth. Why, just why would you say that?

“Test that out?” you mumble, as your gaze drops to his shoes, unable to handle the intensity of his amber eyes lancing through your face.

“Exactly,” Viktor confirms, slyly biting his lower lip. “You see,” he utters, as his crutch loudly taps on the floor, causing you to shudder, “I don’t think the distance between us is equal to the length of my cane.”

“You can’t be serious,” you snapped at him, sobbing frustratingly. “Viktor, it was just a metaphor.”

“I’m a scientist, my dear. I don’t do metaphors. I do calculations and proven facts,” he utters, placing the crutch into his lap, and you find yourself shamefully jealous of that stupid stick, wishing terribly it was you resting there instead of it.

Viktor gives the cane an evaluating gaze, as if trying to measure it with his eyes, cruel grin never leaving that sharp, currently reachless for you face.

“So, supposedly,” he clears his throat, hoarse voice unbearably seductive as he pensively looks you up and down, taking in the debauched arch of your back, the redness on your aching knees. “I believe that my cane is around… say, thirty five inches long. And you, my dear,” he grabs the cane by its handle again, pointing at your face, left eye closed as if he’s trying to measure something again, torturing you shamelessly, “are still too close.”

The annoyance is impossible to hold in anymore. It’s a pure torment — incredibly hot in a certain perverted way, if you were to be frank, but god did you hate him with every fibre of your being right now, dreaming of fucking this mocking sass out of him, of teaching him a lesson. Viktor deserved to be ruined purely for the way he keeps those skilled hands to himself right now, denying you the oh so craved pleasure.

“Well, I don’t think I’m close enough to you” a protest escapes your pouted lips, but it appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, just like all of your previous, hopelessly useless pleas.

“Eh, debatable,” he utters casually, driving you even more mad with a playful shake of that insufferably smart head. You bite back an angry ‘tsk’, followed by a pissed-off roll of the furious eyes. Viktor is quick to notice the bratty demeanour.

He’s smooth in his roughness. In testing your patience with the insatiability of his own. Something cold quickly brushes your chin, forcibly tilting your head up again, and you huff at the audacity, eyes snapping open as you realise that he’s coaxing you to look him in the eye with his fucking cane.

“The fuck?” you hiss at the cocky jerk, but the way he holds that crutch to your face disarms you, adds even more arousal to the mixture of intense feelings building up inside of you.

“Language, my dear,” he purrs, eyes sparkling with malicious pride, “we‘re in a respectable place.“

He bares the upper row of his teeth, smiling at his own witty remark, and you can swear to god that never in your life have you wanted to wipe a grin off somebody’s face so badly. With a kiss, preferably. But a fist would work just perfectly fine too.

“Oh please,” you hitch in breath when the same hard edge of the cane slips off your chin to fleetingly press into your neck, but something about the uncertainty of Viktor’s movements tells you that he’s not done with you yet, that there’s more ‘foreplay’ to come. “Your lab is not a church.”

“Oh yeah? Why are you kneeling then?” he teases, poking you with that sharp sarcasm. As if a goddamn crutch against your throat is not humiliating enough already.

“I want to slap you.”

Viktor hums, and the tortuous cane traces the curve of your shoulder, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation, the contrast of the cool material with your hot skin stealing a dreamy gasp from you.

“Slap me?” he murmurs, enjoying the way you suffer for him. Because of him. “Well, too bad I’m that good at tying knots.”

“You’re an awful person.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me like that.”

“No, seriously, why don’t you just allow me to make you feel good?” you practically cry out, arching your hips in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. But the cane is still there, gently dipped into your collarbone to keep you in place.

“You’re already making me feel good,” he whispers, pushing you away, and all you can do is groan, squirming like you’re facing grim death. But considering the current intensity of your overstimulation, that death might actually turn into quite the real one. In the guise of this devilishly handsome tease, which would make it the worst and the best way to go at the same time.

“But I can make you feel even better,” you beg, half-lidded, exhausted and so beautiful in this perverted state of such earnest vulnerability. Just precious. Sacred even, if the situation wasn’t so sinful. “Viktor, please. Aren’t you done torturing me? I could do so much better than just grovel here.”

“Perhaps,” he presumes, but you know him and his undying love for the eye-fucking too well. Hell, he might just adore this humbling staring even more than having actual sex with you. “But I would rather enjoy the exhibition for a little longer.”

You roll your eyes again. A rather dangerous choice of a reaction, because the crutch in his hand abruptly taps on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to his glistening eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll make it two cane’s length,” he threatens, and you bite your lip to suppress a pitiful moan so hard, that your teeth leave two crimson marks on it’s tender flesh.

And that sexy, secretly favourite torture of yours starts all over again.

#thats some good food

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league-of-legends-hcs · 9 months

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Gentle reminder that often creativity decides to hibernate for a bit.

It’s okay. You’re not broken, you’re resting, and much like spring, creativity comes back.

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league-of-legends-hcs · 9 months

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Hellooooo good night, afternoon or the time of day you read this, I would like to ask if you write Yone :')

And if you do... could you make an nsfw alphabet out of it? I don't think I've seen that about him around here and sometimes they forget that he has merged with a demon... So maybe there could be material there(? 👀

Small suggestion, have a nice day

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NSFW Alphabet - Yone

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Yone is big on aftercare. Sometimes, he can be a little rough and lose control of himself when he is with his partner, the Azakana having corrupted him too far. But he always makes up for it. You never want for anything after a session with him.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Somehow, I think Yone likes his partners neck the most. Something about putting his hand around that throat, squeezing the air out of you, watching you writhe.. That is right up his alley. On himself, he likes his hands most. He uses them to wield his blades after all.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Usually, he likes to either come inside of you or in your mouth. There is not much use of his cum if it's going to waste in his opinion.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He's a bit of a voyeur when it comes to you and you only... so yes. He's watched you. And no. You haven't noticed.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He does know. Before he was killed by his brother, I assume he hasn't had much time to experiment around, but he knows of it, knows what to do, and he will learn very quickly.

F= Favorite position

Yone loves doing it while standing up, preferably he likes to stand behind you, one hand either on your hips or at your core, the other playing around with your neck while he bites the skin, nibbling on it, whispering dirty things into your ears. Oh, how your legs shudder when he thrusts into you. It's so delightful.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Yone is pretty serious as it is. Sex is no different. He might smile at you or whisper sweet nothings when he's in a gentle mood, but he will definitely not be goofy.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Well taken care of, I honestly don't know how Hair growth works when your body is fused with a lesser demons but uhm... I'm just gonna say he's not fully shaven but well groomed.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

That depends on his mood. And on how well he can control the Azakana in the heat of the moment. It might be that one night he is careful, gentle and passionate and the next he will fuck you like a man possessed (because well... he is)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He rarely ever masturbates. It's not something that has priority in his life.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Asphyxiation, bondage, degradation (giving), edging, and possibly some sensory play

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He likes to keep his private matters exactly there. In private. But if you grind his gears enough he might take you somewhere semi public and fuck the brat out of you.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Gentle touches on his bandaged arms, caresses and touches in general, and your sweet words. Oh and your snarky remarks.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Use his blades. Definitely not. No cutting, no slashing. No weapons. They are everywhere else in his life. Or mentioning his brother. That's a major turn off for him.

Blood is also a hard limit.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Prefers receiving, he loves it when you gag on his cock... those tears welling up in your eyes..

He's good with his tongue as well, though. What he lacks in technique in the beginning he rapidly catches up on and after one or two times you will already be whimpering under his tongue.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Usually a faster pace, lasts incredibly long.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Only when the mood strikes him. Or when you beg enough. He just can't withstand those slutty lips when they beg for him to fuck you.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Sometimes. Nothing too dangerous, though, since he can't always tell how well he can control the beast within.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Man can go at least 3 rounds before he gets fatigued, and without foreplay you got yourself 20-30 minutes per round.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

On you? Sure. On him? No.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He's not much of a teaser, but once you start, he's game to play it out. Don't expect him to go easy on you, though.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Is not very loud. Some low grunts and moans is the most you'll hear from him. And yes, he talks. Dirty talk is essential for him. It makes you so much wetter after all.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Try using his bandages to tie him up and see what happens 😈

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Well endowed, 20 - 23cm (~9-10 inches), pretty thick and honestly quite beautiful looking if though a little pale.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Average, I would say. It's not really that high, but if he's in the mood he'll be going on for a while.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

No he doesn't. He rarely ever sleeps as is and seeing you in his arms.. he feels at peace nonetheless.

Whaddup! Thanks for the ask, anon! I didn't think about writing for Yone before but ay! Yone be a QT c:

#league of legends #ginga writes #yone league of legends #yone lol #yone smut #league of legends headcanons

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