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ma1dmer · 6 months

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League of Legends - Darius NSFW

noxus forever or whatever, slay

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): He allows himself to relax, you can visibly see the tension leave his body as he rolls his shoulders and helps you clean up, the moment you are the most relaxed and close to sleep he'll press a quick kiss to your neck and go shower.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Doubt Darius cares much to think about that, he knows he is a strong man with a nice body, but picking something specific, it doesn't even cross his mind he just cares that his body is in working order. If he was asked about his partner ,he'd probably say the same, how he doesn't fucking care as long as you can defend yourself, which is true, but he definitely notices some smaller things, the flex of your thighs when you ride him for example, or the way the muscles feel under his grip when he pushes your thighs over his forearms to push himself deeper.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): Darius would never outright say it but he likes messing you up, he'll pull out midway through his orgasm to get it on your stomach or back or simply to watch it drip out of you. He'll apologise gruffly but it happens a bit too often to be an accident.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He spends so much time fighting, that it has definitely crossed his mind about taking you right after they've conquered a city, i also think that as different as he is to his brother, the thrill of battle still gets to him in a way. He'll eye the throne ,of a man that definitely was not worthy of wearing a crown, with disdain, and then he'll think of you, how he can't wait to get back to you, how he wishes you were with him right then and there to celebrate, how easily he could dismiss his soldiers and bend you over that throne and slide inside of you- he just really misses you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He has a couple of notches under his belt, but they are definitely countable on one hand, he is so busy and he definitely needs to trust someone a lot to be able to fully allow himself the ability to relax like that with them.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): Anything where he can simply, hold you, against him, over him, under him, just lay there and let him do the job, he'll switch between what he sees working for his partner and what works for him after they cum.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): He is more relaxed, but isn't ready to just laugh ,it breaks his concentration, might slap your ass and growl for you to focus, but won't chastise you if you laugh at something.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): Darius doesn't trim or shave, he is a soldier first and foremost ,he'll keep himself as clean as possible but he won't spend any more time on something so unecessary.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): He isn't particularly good with romance or romantic gestures, but he'll try, he'll let you lay back and give you a massage to relax after a long day and then he'll pull open your thighs and dive in.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): Too focused on his duty to focus on his dick, starts doing it more often after you start plaguing his thoughts though, which gets him more frustrated if he is being honest, he should be focusing on war strategies not the idea of fucking you over the Grand General’s desk.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): Darius is probably very very vanilla, can't see him trying anything extreme or unconventional.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): Away from possible prying eyes, he would rather not have you in a war camp, but if that's the only spot you two have he'll order any man around his tent to fuck off and carry you over his shoulder, his intentions, and why he should not be bothered very very clear.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Strength, its cliche and oh so Noxian of him, but wether you are standing up for yourself verbally or slicing through an enemy with an axe ,Darius wants to see that fire behind your eyes.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Sharing, it doesn't even cross his mind because the moment its known that the Hand of Noxus is pursuing you nobody dares to even think of flirting with you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Doesn't have much of a preference , doesn't prefer it over being actually inside of you, but won’t complain.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): He starts off slower with deep strokes , but the closer to his climax he gets the rougher he gets ,the moment you cum he'll tell you to hold on and finish himself off quickly.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Depends heavily on his duty, if he is busy don't even think of bothering him, if he has time to spare though he'll let you know, so you can drop by and ride him until Swain asks for him or something.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Surprisingly not a risk taker in his sex life, if something ain't broke why fix it by adding unecessary parts.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): You know his stamina is high, the Hand of Noxus has stamina for hours, and if his partner wants to be satisfied, who is he to not satisfy them.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): He does not really understand toys, but as long as you don't tell him about them he is okay with you using them when he is away, not necessarily for any pride related reasons, but because you are already such a distraction that he doesn’t want to think of you pleasing yourself on top of everything.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Not a tease , he doesn't see the point of it, he isn't really about playing games, but if you absolutely must test his patience, he'll give it to you, he'll growl about everything you did to fucking annoy him and ask why must you always play these games with him while pushing your head down and his cock in. If it's his cock you wanted he'll make sure to give it to you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): He grunts and growls through his teeth , definitely throws his head back and curses lowly with that first slide in.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): He is definitely on the more vanilla side of things, but i can see him being easy to coax into something like primal play, pull him out to a forest and have him chase you. He'll catch you that's a guarantee but oh will he make your loss worth it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): You know it's big, i know it's big, god knows its big, he is built like a brick house.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): He spends so much time on the battlefield and in war rooms that he forgets to care for himself, and especially those parts of himself. He wants to be with you, but Noxus comes first.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He does not fall asleep until he is sure you are comfortable , he'll wait for you to be asleep before he can relax next to you.

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2dmanlover · 2 years

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Closing Time | NSFW Darius x Fem!Reader

Darius x Fem!Reader

NSFW oneshot

1.6k words

a/n- i headcanon darius to have a massive weiner so this is another self indulgent fic. maybe you’ll like it who knows. tell me who to write for next >_>

EDIT: yikes people this is supposed to be about YOU and you should NOT BE A CHILD. this is size kink content, not even ddlg or anything of that manner; i don’t feel comfortable writing anything that even insinuates that one is childlike in their actions or appearances.

cw// 18+ sexual content, SIZE KINK

“We’re closed.” You teased, noticing Darius at the entrance of your forge leaning against the doorframe as you were getting ready to close up shop. His hulking figure almost blocked the entry, even without his war garb and armor. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him begin to walk into your forge.

He let out a small entertained huff. Looking up, you wiped a droplet of sweat off your brow with the back of your hand and his gaze fell upon your face. Though you weren’t so close to Darius, he had been one of your most loyal clients in all of Noxus for years; this made it easy to catch the oddity in his behavior. Normally, he would have been more talkative and formal, but this time, it felt like there’s something on his mind.

“What can I do ya for?” you greeted him. Smiling, you leaned against the workbench behind you, pressing your palms into the edge for support.

“Just came by to pick up my axe.” He pointed to the weapon that you had displayed behind you. You spun on your heel and reached for the axe on your tiptoes, but you couldn’t quite get a good handle on it. You felt a hand brace your hip and the weapon in front of you was lifted off its rack. The touch made heat bloom up your neck to your cheeks. Darius’ size never quite dawned upon you until now as his hand almost entirely engulfed your hip. He leaned his axe up against an anvil and turned you around.

As you faced him, his hands traveled to your waist. The heat suddenly became unbearable as you let your eyes travel up to his own, lingering on the way his undershirt clung to his abs. He looked down at you, unable to stop his eyes from flicking down to your chest. The way your sweat made you glow in the light, the metal stains on your white tank top– it was all simply too tantalizing. You placed a hand on his chest.

“It’s rude to stare,” he mocked in a husky voice, causing you to come back to earth. The realization sent you into a panic. You cleared your throat and let out a stuttered apology, all while trying to avoid looking at the smug, mischievous grin that sprawled across his face.

The tension was now beyond palpable. While you did have a bit of a crush on Darius, you never would have thought of acting on it as he was one of your patrons, but it was now abundantly clear that the feeling was reciprocated. Whether it had been the Noxus summer sun combined with the heat of your forge or the feeling of his hands pressing into your soft skin, something was driving improper thoughts into your head.

Even with how swiftly you tried to remove your hand from his chest, he grabbed your wrist even faster and pulled you towards him. Your chest was pressed up against his torso and your torso against his hips. He intertwined his fingers with yours and used his other hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your knees began to feel weak and all you could do was look up at him in awe.

His thumb traced your jawline to your lips, then swiped your bottom lip. You let your mouth fall open a bit, which he took as an invitation to rest his thumb on your tongue. Closing your lips around his thumb, you leaned in a bit closer. With a burst of confidence, you looked up at him with begging, doe-like eyes, knowing what it signaled to him.

“I don’t think you truly understand what you do to me,” he said in a low and gravelly whisper, leaning down to your ear. He slipped his thumb out of your mouth before picking you up and sitting you down on your workbench. You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him to come closer.

Darius took your jaw in his hand and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You chased his lips when he broke away, silently telling him how desperate you were. He let you peck him before he dove in for a rougher and sloppier kiss that traveled down to your neck.

“I see the way you look at me, hun,” he nipped at the junction where your earlobe and jaw met, earning a soft whimper that just barely escaped your lips. He was right; you did steal glances at his muscles or let your eyes wander while he talked to you, but it seemed you weren’t as sneaky as you thought.

You ran your free hand down his abs, your fingers dipping into every defined divot between the hard muscles. Just as you got to his v-line, he grabbed your wrist.

“I didn’t wait this long just for you to be impatient,” he gritted through his teeth.

“Darius, please… Just fuck me already,” you looked at him straight in the eye. A switch flipped in his brain and he let go of your hands. As quickly as you could realize, your denim shorts and panties had both been pulled down. With every second that went by where he wasn’t inside of you, you got hotter and more desperate. He gripped your thighs hard and spread you wide, marveling at your dripping heat.

His tongue teased your entrance and collected your wetness before spitting it right back onto you and rubbing it into your clit with his thumb. You got up on your elbows and watched him as he dove into your folds. His tongue flattened when he laid a long lick up and down. His languid strokes made you tremor and reflexively clamp your thighs shut. He, however, was much faster and stronger than you, forcing your legs apart with an iron grip.

Darius didn’t even bother to look up as he devoured you; he was too focused on getting you to your tipping point. One of his thick fingers intruded, digging at your soft walls and tightening the coil in your core. Another finger slipped inside, each pump now iliciting a lewd wet sound that mixed with your moans. With each lick and suck, he pushed you closer to the edge, but just as your breath began to speed up and you began to clench around his fingers, he stopped.

You fell onto your back and whined his name, thighs shaking. He wiped the single tear that fell down your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. His stature towered over yours, seeming intimidating, even when his actions suggested otherwise. He caressed your face softly and kissed your lips as if he hadn’t just given you the most frustrating orgasm denial of your lifetime. His hands began to roam, prodding and kneading at your chest, hips, and thighs. He took off your shirt and bra as well as his own, revealing his carved and scar-ridden chest and abdomen

“Are you ready for me, doll?” Darius asked tenderly in your ear. You gave him a nod that was weak yet filled with anticipation. As much as he would have normally taken the time to tease you, he had become painfully hard. The way you squirmed under his touch and gasped his name every time he touched a sensitive spot reiterated the visions that filled his head when he’d lay in bed at night pleasuring himself.

When he finally freed his thick and throbbing length, you admired his prominent veins and flushed tip without a thought in your head other than desire and intimidation. His big hand pumped his shaft a few times, letting his thumb run over his head, which was already dripping precum. He knew he was quite big but also how badly you wanted him; taking all of him would require discipline.

Slowly, he slid himself inside of you, giving you time to adjust to him. He praised you all the way through, from his tip to his base. With every inch he pushed inside of you, you gasped in pleasure and awe. Once he finally bottomed out, he bent over you, licking and sucking at your neck. The bites and hickeys he left immediately bloomed with color, sure to stay through the night and morning.

The sting of the stretch combined with his length poking through your stomach threw you into an indescribable ecstasy. He pulled himself out of you, leaving you feeling completely empty, before sliding back into you, now with ease.

“You are even tighter than I imagined,” he said in a lustful growl. Even though he implied that he imagined the way you felt, it didn’t occur to you, simply due to how cockdumb you had become. He held onto your hips hard while he thrusted himself in and out of you. His body enveloped yours in an attempt to comfort you through the brief pain that would come before the immense pleasure. The friction and heat made the both of you slick with sweat.

You wrapped your arm around his neck and held on tight as he sat you upright on his cock. His tip nudged a new spot that ripped the breath out of your throat and made stars dot your vision. You bounced on him as he stood and kissed your bitten lips.

“Darius, I’m-” you were cut off.

“Say my name again,” he commanded.

“Darius!” you let out in a sob-like moan.

“Good fucking girl,” he said, punctuating each syllable with a slam of his cock into you. You cried his name into his shoulder, biting down on him as he stilled and buried himself as deep inside you as he could. As you tumbled off the edge and orgasmed, he dumped his seed inside of you until it came leaking out.

He cleaned himself up and kissed you all over your face. Before carrying you out into his own house, he clothed you to protect your decency. He took the shop key from your drawer and locked the door behind him.

“Thank you,” you said in a small and sleepy voice, nuzzling your head into his chest.

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