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…the poly sett/reader/aphelios… ur insane for that one… i need a follow up🤭
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❥ prompt: Sharing is caring. And so is getting along. When it comes to you, Sett and Aphelios are working on it.
❥ content/warnings: mild suggestive themes, fluff, teasing, cuddling, possessive boyfriend behavior
❥ characters/pairings: poly!heartsteel!settphel x f!reader
"This one is so cute, Sett. Your mama really knows which ones to get you," you smiled, rubbing your face against a PoroKing plushie.
"Oh, yeah. When it comes to Ma', I got lucky and ended up with the best," Sett said with a grin, "but, let's be honest here. You're the cutest thing on my bed right now."
Aphelios narrowed his eyes against his computer screen. Clicking and typing away. He was working on a sample Yone had sent him to dabble with for their next song. He would need to ensemble some lyrics to go along with it at some point. Except...he slapped his hands against his desk, turning a sharp chin towards you and Sett.
"Uh-oh," you said, wrapping your arms around Sett's neck. "I don't think Phelly likes us being all lovey-dovey without him."
"Looks like it," Sett agreed with a snaggle tooth smile. "I mean, he's free to come on over when he's done being glued to his computer. He's been ignoring us for hours. What did he expect?"
Aphelios popped the cap off a marker, took up his notepad, and scribbled:
I'm actually working. Unlike someone I know. I wOndEr wHo?
You gasped, covering your mouth. "Phelly's extra sassy today."
"Extra? Nah, he can be worse than this. Believe it or not, he's in one of his better moods today." Sett chuckled, lowering his head and planting a kiss to your collarbone. "Probably because you're here. But it's got me thinkin'. Wonder how his mood will change when I take you all for myself. Right in front of him."
You shuddered at the tingling feeling. "Don't you think you're being a little mean?"
"The boss can't be nice all the time. Sometimes, he's gotta play the big bad wolf," he grumbled a purr, carefully nipping at your chest with his canines. You couldn't help the fluttering of your eyelids and hitched moans.
Aphelios almost snapped the marker in half. He jumped out of his desk chair. And launched a calculated attack while Sett had his arms filled with you.
"Woah! Buddy. What're you doing—?" Aphelios snatched Sett's chin, and planted the black marker against his nose and cheeks. With quick strokes, he painted the look of an actual dog on his face. Whiskers, snout and all. "Wait, isn't this permanent marker!?" Sett released you from his hold, jumping out of the bed and making a beeline for the bathroom.
Aphelios released a 'hmph' with a satisfied glean in his eyes. He sat down next to you, laced his arms around you, and plopped you both against the bed.
"Maybe Phelly's the real villain," you commented, snuggling his bed of hair. "But you two need to play nice. Okay? That was a mean thing to do to Setty. You should both apologize."
There was a twitch in his brow. He was the mean one!? He needed to apologize!? He brought you closer, placing his face between your neck and shoulder. He shook his head back and forth.
"Yes. Phelly. It's the nice thing to do," you said softly. "I know you two won't always get along. But I know you both love each other very much. And I love you both very much, too. And we can show that when we apologize after we hurt one another. Right?"
Aphelios buried himself deeper into the crook of your neck. Muffling his whines and groans into the heat of your skin. He didn't like admitting fault. He'd rather throw a written apology into the nearest burning trash can than give it to the actual person. It wasn't his fault he tended to hold onto grudges. It was always the other person's fault for not taking his personality into consideration. If they cared enough, they would know that about him. And in that case, they were making the conscious decision to be put on his shit list. He was the reasonable one. As far as he could tell.
"Please, Phelly," you asked sweetly, planting a kiss to the top of his head.
He exhaled one last breath of resistance. Somehow, you always had an unfair advantage over him. Slowly, he left the warmth of your body. That was a painful in itself. He almost cowered back into your arms. Needing a bit more strength, he slipped his mask down, and took your lips. Applying just enough pressure to make you both moan. Alright. That's all he needed. He could do this. He took up his notebook and marker.
Just as Aphelios was about to leave the room, Sett appeared from the door. His cheeks bruised red from all the scrubbing he had to do. Aphelios shifted his gaze away. A silent grip ensnared the two. Sett rubbed the guilty knot at the back of his neck. After a moment of silence, he grumbled under his breath. "Listen, Phel—"
Aphelios flipped his notebook around:
Sorry.
Sett stumbled against his words. He hadn't expected Aphelios to be the one to apologize first. Or honestly, apologize in the first place. Technically, it was Sett's own fault for egging him on the way he did. Sett's trouble was evident in the frown lines against his face.
"Yeah. I'm sorry too, Phel." Sett sighed, ears drooped. "I shouldn't have teased ya'h like that. But I couldn't help it. I just wanted you to take a break and cuddle with us. That's all. Hope you can forgive me."
Aphelios paused. The marker squeaked against the paper. He tossed his chin away, cheeks stained pink. He flipped the notepad:
I'll forgive you. On one condition.
I'm middle.
Sett's ears perked-up. Grinning like a panting pup, he swooped Aphelio's into his love-crushing arms. You laughed when Sett dove onto the bed, causing you to bounce from the weight. Unraveling Aphelios like a long awaited package, you and Sett planted kisses against his flushed cheeks. The both of you then secured your legs across him, took up his upper-body, and rubbed against his figure in every way possible. Aphelios whined and groaned. He wanted to be cuddled—not suffocated. Of course, with his luck, things had to turn out this way.
an: poly!settphel x reader is my new crack. give me all the fics pls. also, maybe the next part will be nsfw. hmmmm! thank you for the follow req. anon!
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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?
“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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I LOVE YOUR JEALOUS APHELIOS AHH. I keep re-reading it!! Can I request a jealous kayn? NSFW or SFW is fine :3
THAT IS SO SWEET, ILYSM FOR TELLING ME THIS <3 <3 <3. Truly, it makes me happy to know people actually ENJOY what I am writing! Gives me a real boost to keep goin', ya know?!
And you literally bet your ass I will, Kayn is my ngjfhdsgjkh just my dirty lil' guy and I love him so gd much.
THIS is going to be NSFW. There will be warnings. I can't NOT do NSFW when I'm doing a jealousy trope. On god though? I had a random urge to make it soft Kayn so.... enjoy :3
P.S. SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE IT <3
18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI
TW: Jealousy, violence (literally just a punch), kind of mental illness? (Idk how I honestly classify Rhaast in this AU, but just in case), sex, masked man doing to do (ooo c;).
AS ALWAYS! Enter at your own risk. ILYSM <3
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Jealous Kayn
The concert was a success, as per usual. The crowd was dispersing, however a few guys stuck around in the V.I.P area you chose to sit in to support your boyfriend, Kayn.
You chose to help the venue workers begin cleanup duty as you waited for Kayn to come retrieve you. There were round tables scattered about, people having left their empty cups and trash all over the place.
"You don't have to help clean up you know," a friendly young man came over to where you had a trash bag held open, scooping litter into it. "Patrons don't generally stick around for this part. I'm Jack, what's your name?"
"Oh, I don't really mind at all. I travel with the band, so I try to make a habit of helping out," you smile. "I'm y/n, nice to meet you."
"Travel with the band, huh? So do you like help w- whoa! You okay?," Jack starts, before you trip over the bag you're holding in front of you and nearly fall.
Luckily, he was there to catch you so you didn't make any more of a fool of yourself.
Unbeknownst to you though, Kayn had just walked in to fetch you. His eyes widened in shock before his brow furrowed, his features turning to a scowl as he witnessed you in another man's arms.
You hadn't even noticed his presence yet, not until you felt a force lift you up by one of your arms so that you were standing tall again.
"Oh, Kayn! The show was gre-," you don't get to finish your sentence before Kayn is throwing a punch at Jacks face. The only thing you can do in response is drop your mouth open in shock.
"Whoa what the fuck man!," the friendly venue worker shouts, his hand coming up to cup his face. You rush over to him, noticing Kayn about to throw another in his direction. You step in front of Jack just in time for the blow not to hit him, Kayn barely stopping before accidentally hitting you.
"Knock it off, you idiot!" You holler, pushing your boyfriend in his chest. He stumbles back slightly, taken aback by your defense of this man who clearly just had his hands all over you.
Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you watched his face turn from shocked to a scowl. He was clearly upset at you, but you were too upset with him to give a shit.
"Just go back to the hotel, Kayn. I'll find my own way back." Kayn stood there for a moment, his hands balled into fists as he seemed to study you for a reaction.
When you didn't falter your gaze, he conceded.
"Fine. Have fun with him," he snarled, whipping around and stomping away.
As you rushed back over to Jack to apologize and offer him assistance, you were unaware that Kayn still watched from the shadows of the small hallway in which he came from.
You idiot, Rhaast scolded him. "Shut up," he responded aloud. You let your emotions control the situation, you fool. Now our love is embarrassed and mad at us. Kayn hit himself on the head, then smoothed down his hair. "Fuck, you're right," he sighed. Although he knew he should go apologize to both of you, he felt defeated- disappointed in himself. He was so scared of losing you he made a minor situation worse. Not to mention, Yone was certainly going to hear about the incident from the venue management.
At that point, the only thing he could think to do was follow your order and return to the hotel.
To your surprise, Kayn made sure one of the guys stuck around to bring you back, too.
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Yone was the one to take you to the hotel, silent for the entire drive until you arrived at your desitination.
"Go make up," he said, unlocking the door. "Kayn's mood will surely get worse after our conversation tomorrow."
"Ugh, thanks for the ride Yone," you sighed, thanking him as you left the vehicle. You entered the hotel, taking the elevator up to the room the two of you were sharing.
Steeling your nerves, you sifted through your pockets for the key card, taking it out and unlocking the door.
You weren't sure what you were expecting upon entry, but it was definitely not what greeted you.
Kayn sat shirtless on the patio, a lit cigarette smoldering in the ash tray, his body glimmering slightly from the moonlight caressing his skin.
And when you looked at his face... you saw it adorning his Rhaast mask.
Whatever edgy pity party shit that he is pulling, I don't care. I am staying in here. You dropped your phone and belongings onto the counter, silently scowling at him until his head slowly turned your direction.
You always liked his Rhaast side. So protective and levelheaded. Although very dominant sometimes, he always made your comfort a priority.
He stood, opened the sliding glass door, entered, then shut it behind him without turning around.
"Y/N," he said plainly, putting his hands in his pockets as he awaited your response.
"Yes?" You said, carelessly sassy with your tone as you looked anywhere other than the sculpted man prowling towards you. "What do you want?"
"You know I'm on your side, little one," Rhaast says as he approaches. You took a step back in unison with each of his until you were undoubtedly trapped between him and the white hotel wall. His body radiated heat that seeped into your skin, and you breathed deep to calm yourself.
"Ka- Rhaast. I don't know what to say. What happened earlier was really fucked up."
"I know, I know. Don't worry- I gave him a piece of my mind. That idiot never treats you right," his hand reaches up, gently caressing your face before lifting your chin to look at him.
You can't help your brow furrowing, lip pouting.
"Kayn doesn't treat me badly... he just read the situation wrong."
Checkmate, asshole. Kayn hisses to Rhaast. In return, he takes off his mask, revealing his wild but soft eyes. The contradiction between the obvious curiosity in his gaze and the demanding flicker of arousal made the muscles in your stomach tighten.
"He almost hit you, do you understand? Know's better than to endanger our love like that," his expression was so pained you could only imagine the war that was waging in his head right now.
"It's okay, love... really," you sighed. "I just didn't want any more violence to happen, and it seemed inevitable unless I intervened the way that I did. I know you- or Kayn- would never hit me. And I always know you treat me right."
Rhaast pouts his lower lip, and you have sudden overwhelming urge to kiss him. It wasn't your intention; you really did want to talk about everything... but you just couldn't stop yourself.
The kiss was tender, soft. He let out a sigh when you did it, almost a whimper- so out of character for him. It was almost as if he was relieved. He knew that you had forgiven him. You didn't feel so trapped between him and the wall anymore when Rhaast's hands gently pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss.
"Thank you for always protecting me, Rhaast. Kayn, I love you," you smile against his lips, your hands touching his face. He pulls away only for a moment to look you in the eyes before grabbing you around your ass and lifting you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed.
Holding onto the back of his neck, you squirmed in his arms as the he lowered you onto the soft cotton bedding. The bed was cool under the fabric of your clothes, a delicious contradiction to the heat radiating between you and Kayn.
The two of you bite and suck and play amongst each other's lips, your body gradually becoming more and more aroused. When you look back into his eyes, you can tell Kayn has returned.
"I'm sorry, my love, but I can't control myself when it comes to you," he says, a shy but sly smile taking over the canvas of his face. He looks so cheeky, trying to get you to forgive him still even when you're sure he knows your hardly angry anymore.
Now you're just turned on.
"I understand- I can't say I wouldn't have reacted the same way... Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you make it up to me?" You smile back at him, tracing a finger down the soft skin of his muscular bare chest. He tilted his head in response, raising a brow. His body towered over you as the two of you lay there, encompassing you in his thrilling aura.
"You dirty little thing," he cooed before nuzzling his face into your neck, his wet tongue dragging along your skin before placing a soft nibble. You whimpered at the feeling as he continued scraping his teeth along your flesh.
"I would destroy everything for you, my love," his voice is sweet like a summer wind, warm emotions ruffling straight through to your heart. Kayn was everything- the sun, the moon, the stars. In this moment before you share the most intimate of actions, you felt so close to him.
He was being so open after the events that had occurred. You realized perhaps Rhaast was his way of communicating the things he didn't really want to say, and it made you feel warm inside that he was comfortable enough with you to share that side of him.
Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when Kayn sat up to help you out of your clothes, removing his own swiftly. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him removing the black leather belt from his pants, the corded muscles in his arms flexing as his fingers fumbled with the buckle. When he looked back up at you with a feline gaze, you swore you could see flickers of Rhaast.
He bends, crawling over your squirming frame. The air was thick with tension as he began caressing your body with his large hands. They were rough on your soft skin as he pinched and prodded your nipples, leaning down slowly to suck them one by one.
There was this thing about Kayn- he never stopped watching you. Always looking at your expression, gauging how certain things made you feel. You were so enthralled by the way he looked at you while pleasing you that that alone had your heat rising.
He made his way down your body, peppering kisses and bites as he traveled. Once he reached your front, you hissed in a breath at the first feeling of his tongue on you.
He licked and sucked, his warm tongue caressing everywhere perfectly as he serviced you.
"Fuck, Kayn that feels so good," you moaned, grabbing his hair and tugging- to which he responded with a growl. You knew how that made him feel, and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you in that moment. Sure, his mouth felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.
He almost became feral, you noticed, as he ceased his movements and sat up, grabbing you and pulling your legs towards him so you were at the edge of the bed.
"You drive me fuckin' crazy baby," his voice gravely, he gripped his thick member, stroking it a few times while looking at you through thick lashes. "I'm going to fuck you, now. Show you who you belong to, right my love?"
"Please Kayn, P-Please fuck me now," you whimpered, your cheeks warm and flushed, a hand caressing your front while the other rested idly by your head.
"I love it when you beg. Only for me, baby. Yeah- fuck," he stammered a bit as he pressed his tip to your entrance, watching his dick become engulfed slowly by your hole. "You're always so gods damned tight for me."
The feeling of his dick had your brain melting, your hand stopping for a moment. Kayn noticed, stopped his movements, and gave you a look.
"Did I tell you to stop, love?" All you could do in response between whimpers was shake your head, and you moved your hand back to keep pleasing yourself as he started picking up the pace. "Gooood, good fucking b/g."
He continued his pace, grunting every few seconds in sync with his thrusts. You rolled your eyes back into your head as you felt yourself climb higher and higher. Kayn leaned down and kissed you passionately, biting your lip as he released you.
"Cum for me, love. I'm not going to last much longer with you gripping me like this. He hissed in his breath as you shuddered and cried out, reaching your climax. Your vision blurred, a few tears dripping down your face as you gripped his forearms.
"Fuck baby- Fuck I'm gonna cum," Kayn groans, whipping his head back. "Take my cum baby, that's it, fuuuuuuck." His hips buck against you as he finds his release and lets out shuttering breaths as he slows to a stop.
He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty but content as he pulls you up further onto the bed and collapses onto the plush mattress.
"Maybe I should get jealous more often if this is how the night ends up," he smiles, and you roll your eyes in response.
"Maybe I shouldn't have rewarded you for that behavior," you giggle, and he scoffs. "Next time let's talk about it first, unless the person you're jealous of actually looks like he is doing something bad?"
"Yeah yeah, I know," now it was his turn to roll his eyes, returning to his normal sassy self for a moment before softening again. "I really am sorry, Y/N. I love you."
"I know you are. Oh and by the way, you may want to save the rest of your apologies for your talk with Yone tomorrow..."
"Shit," was all he responded, shaking his head. "Great... Whatever, he'll get over it. He loves me."
"Yeah, so do I Kayn. So do I," you smile, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight my love."
"Goodnight, baby." He responds, and as when you fall asleep you dream of Kayn and Rhaast and the lovely life you share. Even through the ups and downs he will always be your everything.
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Random Relationship Headcanons: Viego
- Wants to be near you literally all the time. Loves physical contact and will find any excuse to get it.
- He physically can't blush, which is a tragedy because otherwise you could see how flustered you make him :( you still catch him just staring at you with open adoration so it's ok though
- Gives you privacy if you ask for it but his default state is wanting to be around you. Kind of guy who would be thrilled to watch paint dry with you cuz it means you get to spend time together. Will follow you around until you pay attention to him, 100% sulks if neglected for too long but can't stay mad at you for long.
- Gets jealous easily but is working on not being so possessive, so he just gets clingy(er) if he's feeling insecure. It's kinda cute.
- Low key gets freaked out if he doesn't know where you are. His last love died painfully in front of him ok he's got Trauma
- Can tell immediately if there's something up with you, pls talk to him about it, he worries and he just wants to help
- Likes to read, from romance novels to historical texts. Goes through surviving texts from Camavor frequently, trying to jog his memory. Keeps a journal now, in case the mist takes any more memories. A lot of it is prose about how pretty you were today, a fair hand at sketching too.
- Likes animals, especially dogs and horses–royal hunts were a big family event growing up. Animals do not like him anymore, the mist makes them uneasy. It makes him sad sometimes :(
- Has strong opinions on wine and ballroom music. Will talk about the composition of a symphony for hours if you let him. Would love to teach you to dance.
- Used to care a lot about how he dressed, but those memories are still pretty fuzzy and he doesn't really think about it anymore–dying kinda puts vanity into perspective. Likes dressing you up though, and will definitely dress to match if you're going somewhere. He likes the idea of coordinated outfits.
- Gets moody occasionally, it all gets a bit much for him sometimes and he starts thinking about all his fuck ups. Alternates between sad and self-blaming to frustrated and kinda bitchy, but does his best not to take it out on anyone. Instantly feels bad and apologizes if he says anything out of line. Give him time, cuddles and reassurance and he'll start feeling better.
- Can't sleep without you in his arms. Doesn't choose to sleep often anyway (he gets bad nightmares), but will happily lay there all night watching you sleep. Doesn't like to admit that though bc he knows it's kinda weird.
- Doesn't need to eat or sleep or drink, but likes doing it anyway. The other wraiths in the isles are shadowy mist creatures because they're souls the mists have taken, and the bodies are somewhere else. Viego’s situation is closer to him ACTUALLY being the crown and just possessing his own body constantly, sort of like he'd possess anyone else’s. He's still technically undead though so his only real bodily need is the magic that's keeping him walking around
- The crown can't be moved, his head just moves with it. It's sort of like horns, except they're not actually attached to his head. Yank him around by it ;). He can demanifest it if he tries but it makes him feel numb and weirdly claustrophobic
- Speaking of, is claustrophobic. Man was trapped in a sword for like a thousand years; he was only quasi aware that whole time, kind of like having a nightmare or sleep paralysis, but it still makes him uncomfortable. Doesn't come up much since he just kinda mist teleports out if he starts feeling cramped. If it's ever for some reason necessary he will be holding you like an emotional support stuffy and you won't get a choice about it.
- His tears are black and dissipate into mist after a bit. It's very goth. Can control the amount of mist pouring from his heart; at its thickest it's almost like a small waterfall.
- Lets you put your fingers in his chest hole exactly one time. It was so cold you couldn't actually feel anything. He described it as akin to someone squeezing his heart.
- He can float but it takes concentration and he honestly prefers just walking. Also, he's tall asf. You need something off a high shelf, he's your man.
- His sense of temperature is fucked. He can tell if something's hot, but if you hand him an ice cube and a piece of wood he can't tell which ones colder without looking. Worries his hands are too cold for you since you always feel warm to him (they're not)
- Looking at his reflection weirds him out, and sometimes you catch him staring at his hands. Man doesn't have an introspective bone in his body though so he couldn't tell you why, but really he only sort of remembers what he used to look like and sometimes the dissonance gets to him.
- In the far far future of TIARW some of the restored shades will choose to stay in the kingdom, since apparently Viego was beloved by the people before his wife died and he went fully off the deep end. Viego gets the opportunity to redeem himself to his people and kingdom, and another shot at being king but older and wiser now. With you as his queen, he swears not to make the mistakes of his past and to rule with the best interests of Camavor in mind. Maybe I'll write an epilogue along those lines at some point.
NSFW (under cut)
- Look he's perma stuck in honeymoon phase he's Thirsty
- High libido. A menace if you let him be but 100% respects if you aren't feeling like it, he knows he can be a bit much. Does need lot of physical intimacy but that doesn't need to be sex necessarily, he just likes making you both feel good
- Despite this, doesn't jerk off much. It's being with you that gets him going, not that he specifically wants to get off
- He doesn't get tired. Like ever. 0 refractory, will just go until either you tap out or he's so overstimulated he can't anymore. Watching his cum drip out of you just gets him so worked up though so it's a vicious cycle
- He's got a filthy mind and will have you every which way he can think of, in every room you'll let him. Fav position is probably you riding him cowgirl though; he likes the view
- Likes leaving lovebites, but he lowkey feels bad if he bruises you by accident. He gets carried away and forgets his strength sometimes, you'll have to convince him you're fine. He heals too fast for you to leave marks on though, it's tragic :(
- He's touch starved, we all know this, he was trapped in a sword for a thousand years. In particular though, his neck is very sensitive, as well as his thighs and lower back. Doesn't like the area around his chest cavity being touched. Loves having his hair pulled.
- He's got experience. He was a heartbreaker in his youth and he figures out exactly what you like uncannily quickly
- Love love loves going down on you, he loves watching you and he gets to make you feel good, doesn't even care if he cums as long as he gets to eat you out
- Boss him around, he loves it when you take charge. Loves being both praised and degraded, will try so so hard to be good for you. Edge him until he cries, make him cum over and over, yank him around by the crown and tell him what a pathetic cum drunk slut he is, he'll take it all and beg for more <3
- Not specifically dommy so if you aren't taking the reigns he's the perfect combination of loving and so horny he can't think straight. Tells you how pretty and perfect you are while he makes a fucking mess of you.
- He's so loud. If he's not telling you how good you feel or how perfect you are, he's moaning and whimpering and swearing. Ask him a question and watch him struggle to put a coherent sentence together in real time.
- If you want to give him a task you know he'll fail, tell him to keep quiet. Fucks it up immediately and he gets SO upset, full tears in eyes begging to make it up to you.
- Will happily do whatever makes you both feel good, willing to try most things you want to. Hard limits, wouldn't like saying mean things or hurting you even as part of a scene (receiving tho, yes pls). Also, very mixed feelings about doing it anywhere anyone could ostensibly see you–on one hand everyone should know you're his and he's yours, on the other he'd have to kill them. It would be the only way, they gotta die.
- Aftercare is a must, whole nine yards, hot scented bath and cuddles and affirmations all around.
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Hey can I request headcanons abt Sett, Kayn , Yasuo and Thresh being jealous pls? ♡
Synopsis :
Sett being jealous
Type :
Headcanon
Warning :
Sett being jealous?
A/N :
Since I only write for one character per league request I choose to write for sett since I already wrote for kayn being jealous with a healer s/o, I don't see yasuo being the jealous type and let's be honest if thresh were to end up jealous it'll probably end very badly, but in any was you want to see the other mens I haven't wrote for you can make other request for them and I'll happily oblige!
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I'm going to say it before everything but sett is prideful
Very prideful, and he can loose his cool very easily, but like everyone he has insecurity, especially about his past and background
He met you because his mother invited you over for dinner, you helped her carrying her bags while she was running errands on the market and to thank you she asked you to stay
You were an angel, a beautiful person, with a beautiful heart
Sett fell quickly in love, he took him some time to confess but was relieved when you accepted his feeling
It's not rare you came to the pit to stay with him when he is watching or encourage him when he is fighting
And tonight he was fighting
While in the pit, you screamed good luck to your boyfriend, but a being as wonderful as you cannt stay in the shadow forever
So some bold guy tried to flirt with you, furing the whole match, you weren't even able to see how sett was doing
Scanning the guest part of the pit once he won, sett saw you
With another man way to close to you to his taste
He didn't stay to the ceremonial after his victory and came immediatly to see you, his fur standing with rage and jealousy
He literally grabbed the guy who were bothering you by their coat, shooting at them to get away from you or they'll have ato deal with him
His ears were flat in a menacing way with how angry he was
The guy, for his own survival, ran away as fast as he could
You knew it wasn't the right time but you wanted so much to poke fun at sett
You sked him if he were jealous, to which he replied that nobody were allowed to touch yiu except him, you tried to make him admit it but he either denied or changed subject
You grabbed his face to kiss him all over, rubbing his ears in the process
He finally gave in, telling you that it's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that he is scared that if you find someone who's not an half bastard like him, with a respectable job, then maybe you would know that you deserve better than him and he cant stand this perspective of letting you go because you're his everything
A little reassurance than you're going nowhere and that if you're with him it's because he is the best thing that has ever happened to you should do the trick
Hesometime he can't help being jealous but for your sake he try his best to not let it overtake him
One day he'll see himself as worthy and he'll ask your hand to be his partner for life
~hope you'll like it~
🌸Request are open🌸
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Smut Prompt (10/?)
Prompt: "No one can ever find out about this."
this goes out to @zaunitearchives who requested this prompt ilu muahmuah
Pairing: Viktor x afab!Reader
Tags: porn with feelings, mutual pining
public sex (lab), under the desk shenanigans, nervous subby-ness to dom viktor, fingering, finger sucking, p in v, improvised tie-gag, big dick viktor agenda, viktor scrambles reader's brain, dick-drunk reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Reading time: 12 min
Translation: cizrnko - chickpea (self-indulgent nickname 🥰)
“You two are staying late?” Jayce was packing up for the night as you and Viktor sat next to each other still studying a new blueprint.
“Hm..? Oh yes y/n you may leave if you wish. I’m almost done.” Viktor rested his cheek on his fist as he flipped the blueprint to inspect the other side.
“Sure.” Jayce sighed.
“I think I’ll stay too. We can finish up quicker that way.” You reasoned and Jayce nodded before leaving the lab with a goodnight.
You moved your chair closer to him to share the prints of your projects.
“I’m so excited about this project. I have been trying to figure out how we could incorporate elements from your designs to make them capable of practical use, I just can’t understand how you come up with these designs all the time Viktor. It’s like you never sleep.” You commented as your fingers brushed over one of his sketches.
Viktor chuckled. “Maybe I don’t.” He leaned in closer to you.
He smelled like soap and shampoo with a hint of cinnamon from the many cups of the sweet flavored coffee he loved. His arm was close enough to touch. You would be lying if you said you didn't want to feel his skin against yours.
“Or maybe it is because they are so captivating. I find inspiration in them, even when I attempt to rest.” Viktor looked up at you. Your mind went blank as your gaze met his own. You felt overwhelmed and your face was hot as you slowly turned away from him and returned your focus to your work.
"Y/n?" Viktor asked in a quiet voice, "Did I say something wrong?" His head tilted ever so slightly.
You shook your head quickly, attempting to mask your fluster, "No! Nothing is wrong, Viktor." The warmth returned to your cheeks.
You must have made a contradictory expression as he continued, "Are you sure? You haven't been this quiet since we started."
"Just a long day is all." You replied while looking down at your work.
Viktor nodded in understanding before turning his head from you to the window to stare out into the darkening sky. You watched him, noting how beautiful he was illuminated by the dim light. Your heart burned as he turned around to catch your staring.
"What's on your mind?" He asked, breaking the silence.
You blinked, "Nothing really. Just thinking about what we can do next. The things we can change."
Viktor hummed in response, "I'm excited to see what you'll discover. What we’ll discover." A warm smile spread across his lips. You had seen it a few times but never quite realized just how much you enjoyed seeing it, given the rarity of the occurrence.
You two quickly decided to continue working and you sat in silence, both diligent and focused, or at least Viktor had. Perhaps he was blissfully unaware of how stupidly attractive he was. Maybe he didn’t notice your wandering eyes or awkward fidgeting. Your eyes found themselves magnetized to his profile again, his hands, where the hair met the nape of his neck –
– The way his nose scrunched when he frowned was adorable. His mouth was always slightly agape while in thought, a slight pout and the gap of his teeth showing. You noticed how the brightening moonlight reflected off his skin, making it appear to glow like porcelain.
How his eyes would sparkle when he saw something he loved. He had such an effect on you, that you were sure his beauty was a gift bestowed upon him by some higher power.
“Are you staring again?"
He knows.
"Huh?" You turned away from his gaze and back to the blueprint you were previously examining.
“You do that when my face wasn’t turned towards you, It's cute.” Viktor chuckled. “You must be really distracted.” He gestured to the paper in front of you. “You aren't one to make such a mistake under typical circumstances.”
You weren’t sure if Viktor meant to touch you when he reached over to grab the quill going unused in your hand, but you were surprised enough to accidentally pull your hand away. The collision caused him to drop the quill underneath the desk.
“Oh! Shit, I’m sorry, let me,”
“Y/n that's not necessary I-” You were already underneath the desk before Viktor could finish his sentence, your knees knocked together awkwardly as you dropped down.
You grabbed the quill out from under the desk and handed it to Viktor who took it gingerly. He turned to look at you, eyebrows raised quizzically, face red. You felt heat rise into your cheeks.
“Here.”
Viktor held the quill like it was made of glass, unsure of how to proceed. You watched in amusement, trying to ignore the warmth in your chest and elsewhere.
“Thank you, Y/n…”
There was little space to maneuver underneath the desk and with your attempt to steady yourself, your hands fell onto his legs, with a small gasp from the man above you.
His reaction sparked confidence in you as you squeezed his thighs before trailing your palms up to his lap, you started to notice the warmth your bodies created underneath the desk, he looked down mouth agape and eyes wide.
"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked more in an attempt to compose himself than to check in with genuine concern.
So flustered, so pliant, you continued your experimental touches, rubbing and squeezing the flesh of his thighs through his pants, you could feel him growing warmer.
You saw he began to strain at the groin of his pants before he threw the quill onto the desk mindlessly and placed his hands over the tent in his pants.
"This isn't … I did not intend to" He fumbled "I'm so sorry y/n."
"So you wish for me to stop then?" You attempted eye contact with him as he turned his head to the side, breathing heavily, undoubtedly contemplating how he should proceed with you.
You two were close, yes, but this? This was unexpected, even to you. You both are bold to be sure, the tension between you had stretched thin to a mere thread, destined to break at this moment, he has only to ask.
"So it was your intention then?"
You answered with a curt nod, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
"In that case, please... don't stop." His hands returned to the desk, opening and closing his fists, unsure what the do with them as you worked his buttons, and pulled him from his underwear with a slap against his skin, his cock reached nearly below his belly button, thick and long, and a peachy color reddening at the tip. His hips dotted beautifully with moles, beckoning to be tasted.
And how could you deny such an invitation?
"Mmh... Yn?" He breathed, and you raised your eyebrows and hummed in response. "No one can ever find out about this."
"Not a soul," You whispered against his skin sending a shiver through him.
Your lips pressed against the first, your tongue reaching out to leave a wet caress trailing from one mole to the other before backing away and you took notice of one on his lower shaft, and one just below the head.
He whimpered above you, his hands in perpetual fists as your breath warmed his cock before you kissed and licked up and down his thick shaft.
"Shit-" He hissed as he threw his head back, giving you a breathtaking view of his neck and the curls that surrounded it. "Ah I mean- pardon me-" You took his head into your mouth, twirling your tongue playfully around the swollen glans, "-fuck!"
He seemed unable to hold himself upright and he collapsed against the desk, you could hear the papers crumple and a few flew off, floating in the air for a moment before they reached the ground.
His fingers threaded themselves through your hair tugging gently. He grunted again as his hips bucked, fucking himself into your mouth filling your throat causing you to gag, and he choked out an apology. Your eyebrows furrowed and eyes bleary as you forced your throat to fit him, and he whined a pleasured cry at the feeling of your throat constricting impossibly tight around him.
It was a sight to behold, being the cause of his erudite mind descending into complete disarray.
You could see the muscle flex in his abdomen while his fingers moved along your jawline, cautiously grasping your head, examining your expression before continuing to press your head lower onto his cock.
It felt wonderful, so warm and smooth beneath your tongue. He groaned again, this time louder and more demanding. His head arched back and his back bent inwards, causing his hips to thrust upwards.
A few moments after you bobbed your head and wetted his cock nearly to the base, your tongue moved slowly upwards towards his tip sucking at his head once more, collecting the slick precum on your tongue.
"Y/n... I- may I take you in earnest?" He caressed your jaw as it hung open.
"And what exactly do you have in mind, hm?" You stroked the underside with your fingertips, and more of his pre-cum swiped against his belly, sticking to his happy trail, leaving him biting his lip before wheeling the stool back with his heels.
He reached his hands out to you and you held them, warm and big, his hands nearly engulfing your own as he pulled you out from under the desk.
His thumbs caressed your knuckles as he leaned in to press his lips against your own, surprisingly chaste for a man who just had his dick in your mouth.
His hands released yours and slid down to your ass, pulling you closer to him and you felt his length press against your body eliciting a lewd groan from Viktor into your mouth leading to an open-mouthed kiss.
You grasped at the base of his neck and threaded his locks through your fingers with a gentle tug.
He pressed kisses all around your mouth, peppering them lightly against your cheeks and jaw, his nose brushing against your earlobe, savoring your taste and scent.
You delighted in every second of his undivided attention, allowing him a rare chance at tasting you and exploring your mouth until he was completely lost in the sensation. He pushed you back until you hit the desk behind you, causing you to moan at the feel of his weight pressing against you.
You brought your hands to his hair grasping eagerly to push his mouth closer to yours and he backed away with a pant, a look of pensiveness on his face.
“Y/n, there is something I must say before we continue this… exchange.” his fingers trailed from your arm to your shoulder. “I would not think any less of you if this were to be a casual encounter, but I must be entirely honest with you y/n,” The back of his fingers caressed your cheek lightly, “I… I love you.”
The words hung heavy in the air, a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty, almost as though it were the first time he'd said it aloud.
"You do?" You almost wanted to smack yourself for the cliched response but his hand grasped yours tighter and the other held your face up to look at him.
"Yes. I wanted more than anything to tell you since the beginning, but I was too afraid you wouldn't reciprocate my feelings." He looked at his feet. "That I would have ruined something good if you did not."
It sounded so rehearsed, so practiced, but you couldn't deny the way his hand trembled as it held yours. You leaned forward placing a tender kiss on his lips.
"I love you too. I have for some time." You chuckled, "If I'm being honest, I thought you knew." His fingers tightened their grip on you slightly and he smiled, releasing a breathy laugh into your mouth.
"I'm afraid affairs of love are a blind spot of mine, darling." He planted another kiss on your lips, "But we can work on this together,"
"We'll have plenty of time for that afterward." You leaned in to leave a kiss on his cheek, then whispered into his ear, "won't we?"
You felt him shudder at your touch. "Ah, of course, cizrnko."
"Cizrnko-?" You questioned.
"Just something I feel suits you..." He reasoned before burying his head into the crook of your neck, his hands continued to explore your torso sending chills through you.
You allowed your arms to wrap around him, holding him close against you.
You could still remember when you'd first started falling for him, the butterflies and flutters of affection you felt whenever he was around you, those same feelings resurfacing now. The way he made you feel, the way he made you want to be near him, the way he made you feel safe.
You loved him.
You wanted him more than anything.
His hands fell lower and lower, and he backed away from your neck slowly, "Can I touch you?"
You yearned for more of his attention, more of his touch. The warmth between your legs becomes nearly unbearable. "Please,"
He obliged palming you through your pants and making you shudder. His hand was so big, the friction was overwhelming and you moaned, your back arching as you tried to catch your breath.
"You like that don't you?"
"Ngh..." You nodded.
"You want me to touch you properly, don't you?" He pressed a kiss to your neck, nibbling softly, and then sucked on your pulse point eliciting a gasp from you. "Say it... Say you want me to fuck you with my fingers."
"Viktor please..." You moaned, the feeling almost foreign to you. His hand slipped inside of your pants, his fingers rubbing against your clit making you arch your back into his grasp.
"Shh.. as much as I want to hear you we have to be quiet." He hushed. Your breath quickened as he began to pump his fingers inside of you, his palm rubbing over your clit, and your legs spread more for him, meeting the thrusts of his long fingers.
You bit your lip trying to suppress a whimper, but a sharp intake of breath escaped your lips when he began to move faster, rubbing circles around your bud between each thrust, the pad of his digits pressing against your walls, hitting the spot that made you shake and clench around him.
"Shit... you're close?" He muttered. "Fuck... Y/n, come for me, let go for me." He growled, his fingers pressing harder against that spot, fucking you through your orgasm as you suppressed your moans. "Oh... you're so fucking good for me, cizrnko,"
He withdrew his fingers from you, examining them covered in your cum before licking the tip with a groan.
"So fucking good." He brought his fingers to your mouth, pressing them to your bottom lip, "Open."
And you did, his fingers slid into your mouth, sticky and sweet with your cum as he pressed them against your tongue. "Good, just like that." He praised "Now," He pulled his fingers from your mouth. "I am not quite finished with you yet," He grasped your ass pulling you off the edge of the desk and pulling your pants down "Turn around." He commanded and you did as he said, you bent over the desk giving him a good angle to take you. He grabbed your hips tightly, "Tell me if anything is too much, I want to make you feel good."
"Yes, yes please just- Ah-!" He pressed the tip against you, pushing in easily with your wetness. He hissed as he buried himself in your cunt, still pulsing from your last orgasm.
"Gods, y/n, I love how wet you are." He murmured as he thrust into you. His praise went through you like electricity and you let out a debauched moan.
"Fuck, y/n, I said you have to be quiet," He brought his hand around to cover your mouth "You have to," he repeated. You nodded as he fucked into you again and again.
"Mmmh," You whimpered against his palm.
You noticed his thrusts becoming erratic and uncalculated for a moment then a flash of red in his other hand grasped his un-done tie balled up.
"Put this in your mouth," He instructed, your mouth opened submissively as he placed the tie in your mouth.
Both his hands gripped your hips once more, using them to push you on and off his cock. He fucked you fiercely, making you collapse halfway onto the desk, your fingernails scratching at the metal.
He felt amazing, making you lose all coherent thought, it was all him, just him and his cock fucking you.
You were drowning in pleasure, drowning in the taste of him, drowning in the sound of his moans and grunts as he continued slamming into you and you could barely register it all because every part of you was focused solely on him. He filled you, making the heat in your stomach grow.
You felt the pressure building and you wanted more of it, wanted to get lost in his touch and in the feeling of his body on top of you, filling you completely, fucking you as if his own life depended on it. He took you by surprise by moving one of his hands down and stroking your clit chasing your orgasm.
Your knees buckled under you and you clutched at the desk trying to steady yourself as you came undone beneath him, mind-shattering and immense, the pleasure washing over you until you collapsed, sated, weak, and spent in his arms.
You were panting heavily as he continued to fuck you, still keeping a tight hold of the tie balled up in your teeth.
"Are you okay, cizrnko?" He asked, voice hoarse and ragged. You managed to nod against the desk. He pulled out and you whined, clenching around nothing.
He bent over you to take the tie from your mouth as he stroked himself. You turned around on the desk, spreading your legs and lifting your shirt to show your belly.
"Cum, please, I want to feel it." You begged, placing your hand on his own as he stroked faster. He came with a growl and it shot onto your stomach and pressed the head against your cunt, you felt the warmth of it spill into your opening.
You sighed contently before bringing your arms around his shoulders pulling him closer. and he ran a hand through your hair.
"Don't ever forget that I love you."
“Never," You whispered wrapping your arms around his chest, snuggling into his warm embrace, and resting your head against his chest. A soft smile spread across his face. He rested his cheek against the crown of your head.
"Sleep with me tonight?" He spoke quietly, running his hand over your hair.
"Sleep? I thought you never went to bed." You teased. He kissed your forehead.
"Maybe I don't... but with you? I fear I may never leave it."
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Katarina du Couteau x fem! Zuanite reader.
Rated t for slight violence. Maybe a one shot but short and sweet
“What will it be today [y/n]”
”that good ole demacian ale please.”
”a lady with taste.” the bartender curtly nodded
You thanked the barkeep for the large tankard full of the golden beverage. You’ve had this strain three times before but this particular brew was good even by demacian standards.
You took a big swig. You savored the effervescently bitter liquid. It had slight notes of malt and citrus. Demacian always had the best brews but this was on another level. You chocked it up to the readily available grain that received many hours of sun and the many places of shade for hops to grow. Not to mention the brews were on average stronger than the ones you drank at home. Remembering the lighter taste made you excited to drink the ale in front of you again.
not to mention with so much of it it never broke the bank even for someone traveling the world.
You sat down in the corner of the room alone. The dimness of the bar giving a all around relaxed atmosphere heightened by the merry making on the part of the other patrons. Often farmers but the odd soldier was there, the odd one sleeping from the long shift.
luckily for you no one seemed to bother you.
probably because you looked like you personally looked like you were from piltover.
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3 large tankards later more than fairly buzzed.
With the tab paid for left for a night stroll.
you were in one of the outer towns of Demacia and the late evening air was crisp. the walk would’ve been rather relaxing if it weren’t for the fact it was low key creepy as hell out here due to the stories of people going missing in recent years.
That's when you heard someone talking in the distance. They seemed to be having a kerfuffle. Due to your nosy nature you decided to check it out.
and Lo and behold it was a fellow traveler being harassed by guards!
While definitely a traveler you had no idea where she was from, but a drunken kinship formed in your stomach. You were reminded of the lanes and how enforcers would harass the average person at home too and you would not stand for it here either.
”hey-“ you called out to the unbothered guards.
“HEY-“ you shouted as you approached more and more aggressively.
The guard turned around and palmed you on the chest, probably clocking the slurring of your words.
”don't get involved; demacian business”
”What's the problem?”
”the problem is this here is a noxian-“
”what?! No!” You hastily lied. “ that's my friend!”
This caused the soldier to eye you suspiciously.
’welp this isn’t going to work.’
You hastily and heavily clocked the man into unconsciousness causing the other to turn. Luckily for you the red haired woman seemed to know how to handle herself as well and chopped the distracted man in the neck. Pressure point causing him to pass out.
”thank you for helping, even if i had it handled.” She smirked slyly with crossed arms
”oh-!” You awkwardly laugh while rubbing the back of your head in embarrassment.
the adrenaline half sobered you.
”sorry- the names [y/n] by the way.” you stuck a hand out. The red haired woman gave it a firm grasp.
”Katherine”
”well,,, Katherine,,it's nice to meet you.” You winked then continued.
“Do you have anywhere to lay-low?” You shook your still sore hand.
”I may have an idea. I hope you can keep up.” ‘Katherine’ took off fleet of foot with you in tow.
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‘Katherine’ seemed to take you off the path into an abandoned windmill. It seemed that she had camped here for a while as it actually looked quite comfy.
”whoa sick hideout-“
”It's camp.” she coolly leaned against the wall only to slip a bit.
hearing you giggle in response she decided to change the subject.
”You know you're very spirited. You could be a very good noxian.” She looked at you fondly.
”i'll think about it.” Understanding the worded gesture.
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you two chatted for a while and the physical distance faded between you two. You found yourselves sitting next to each other, both your hands brushed the others but neither bothered to move.
you learned in a slip up that her real name was katarina and that she was on business.
Also that she was very fond of the inventions of both piltover and zuan. you swear she was humoring you but she'd give you a flirty look and the thoughts of doubt would leave your head.
the alcohol long since worn off when she leaned in and asked “may i?” Before closing the distance. Nodding you two shared a small kiss, which briefly deepened before parting. An apology for the bad news to come.
”by the way you should leave demacia. It’s going to get strict to strangers in the coming month.”
you tried not to think the nature of her business and heeded her warning soon after parting ways.
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A LIL QUICK EXPO/CONTEXT ON THE THRESH THING BC I WILL TRY TO BE OFF SOCMED TO STUDY IN THE FOLLOWING DAYS BUT—
Basically it all starts w him rescuing u u intentionally but that’s partially the beginning. This just sparks ur interest when few creeps who were harassing u are suddenly pulled away and killed, their souls harvested by The Collector everyone always speaks in fear of.
With time and as discreet as u can be, u begin to follow him and watch with fascination as he collects each soul- be it the way they glimmer and bloom in his lantern, how quickly he transforms and reveals his true form when doing his ‘art’, the way he Carries himself, acts and how the life leaves the eyes of those in mere moments is captivating- thus begins your fascination and obsession with the person representing the spirit of obsession.
His, in return, begins much later than yours; not paying much mind to you before he opts to go on with his deeds and bringing misfortune to those who were u fortunate enough to cross his path. Only one day when your familiar watchful eyes are missing that he grows curious, soon hears a third voice that doesn’t belong to you nor himself- seeing some mere mortals dare speak, bother and harass what he has by now considered a part of his life, belonging to him; he attacks them in a rush and rescues you for a second time.
Letting go of the physical boundaries and in respect to his you held all this time, you run to his side and embrace him at his (once again, unintentional) display of something akin to care.
From then on you both return to what you were, only broken with him occasionally agreeing to your offers of having a drink or a meal. Not that he cares for food like mortals do but it is amusing to watch you eat, drink and talk about your day as if you don’t spend all your time tailing him around and thinking of him (you’d probably let out a loud “HEY” at his claim with flushed cheeks, he muses)
The mutual obsession blooms into full moon when he rolls his eyes one day and taps the space near him, signaling for you to sit there- an offer you happily take up on, and in the blink of an eye too; before he can pull his hand back to himself, you’re already glued next to him, your calf resting against his leg- its best he doesn’t know it yet that were it not for you to rush to his side clumsily, you’d try and sit on his leg, preferably on his lap- but you’re not exactly dying to test his patience when he has just warmed up to physical affection just yet.
#he considered trapping your soul to carry with him all eternity but came to enjoy the warmth and comfort of your physical body next to him#and the sound waves that reach his ears and vibrate whenever you talk in that singsong voice as if you’re a teen talking to their lover and#not the mfing warden of souls. you’re odd but hmhavin#you’re odd* but having you around has more pros than cons. and a pretty face to look at no less.#danyl talks#thresh lol#lol bs#spirit blossom thresh#league x reader#league of legends x reader
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Mascs? MASCS!!
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A waffle house employee
But not just any waffle house employee, one who works in Gotham City.
Them vs the joker, who's winning?
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Well, he tried.
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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?
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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Asks are open for requests 💜
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Random Relationship Headcanons: Pyke
- Whittles in his free time. Always has a piece of wood and a carving knife on him, his pockets always have sawdust shavings in them. Likes working with bone too, but that's less portable. Forgot about it for a while after he died, but he tries to keep it up after the Deep loosens it's hold on him, it helps keep him occupied. Works more with bone after though; knives are somehow just a bit sharper in his hands. He always gives you the nicest ones, but he's very particular about which ones turned out good enough
- Pre-Deep, wakes up at the crack of dawn. Can be convinced to come back to bed for exactly as long as it takes you to fall asleep again. Post-Deep doesn't need to sleep, but still sticks around as long as it takes you to fall sleep before slipping away.
- Likes salty and spicy flavours, but is also used to eating whatever's convenient for sustenence. He has a few dishes he learned from his mom that he can make really well, but that's from years of practice: he needs to be given Very Specific Instructions for anything else or he's hopeless. Makes a god tier chili but it's so hot you WILL cry and he WILL laugh at you
- Post-Deep, he still needs to eat, but left to his own devices he just eats raw fish like some kind of extremely budget sashimi chef. He came back with sharper teeth, and he can't exactly get sick anymore.
- Speaking of post-Deep changes, doesn't need to breathe, and doesn't have a heartbeat anymore. He can see in the dark and in water incredibly well, but he's actually a bit blind during the day.
- His sense of smell is fucked from years of exposure to chemicals and offal on the slaughter docks, hence why he likes food with strong flavours; aromatics are wasted on him. VERY strict with personal hygiene bc of that, he knows he can't tell if he smells like blood and death and he doesn't want to gross you out. Steals your soap though, if he notices he smells like lavender he doesn't care.
- Forgets to act like a human being sometimes. Pre-Deep that was just peak bachelor behavior like eating a tomato like it's an apple cuz it's food and it's fast. Post-Deep he's just Weird, like stands in one spot looming and not blinking not breathing for an hour weird. Tries not to do it in front of you, but you're the only person he cares about not freaking out.
- Always smells like the sea, has calloused hands but is always very gentle with you (unless in some very specific situations where you don't want him to be wink wonk). His tattoos go up his arms and down his back. Feels kind of uncomfortable when he's out and around other people without his bandana up, he's just so used to it.
- His mother was Buhru serpent caller and his father a Freljordian who joined up with with the Noxian Navy during one of their northern campaigns. Father died young, mother when he was 18. Pretty much been on his own since then, never really had anyone especially important to him in that time and is used to taking care of himself. Pretty much never treats himself to nice things so the task has to fall to you. Consequentially, has zero immunity to you doing nice things for him just because; pack him a lunch with a sweet note and he’s Gone that's It, Pyke.exe has Stopped Responding
- Resting murder face that gets worse when he's embarrassed. His levels of flustered are directly proportionate to how much he looks like he's about to stab someone. His ears get red though, it's cute.
- Punctual and has an excellent memory, if you ask him to do something he'll do it no questions asked. If you tell him to meet you in a random alleyway at 10:05am with a grocery list of 16 things, he's there on the dot and to the letter.
- Fantastic whistler, great singing voice, you'll literally never catch him doing it. If you're sick or something he might be persuaded to hum you a lullaby.
- Thinks actions count more than words, and that being reliable and showing up is way more important than any grand gesture. If you're having a bad day he'll bring you coffee or a snack you like, chores are done so there's nothing for you to worry about when you get home, anything he can do to make your day less stressful. Doesn't mention it either, it's just natural to him, like obviously he's gonna do whatever he can to help. Likewise, it doesn't take much to keep him happy, just as long as he knows he can rely on you.
- Appreciates physical closeness but doesn't usually initiate it. Not really used to recognizing when he wants something, just kinda goes from mysteriously being unhappy to internally having a little :) thought bubble above his head when you sit down next to him (still looks pissed tho but that's just his face don't worry about it). Doesn't need to talk or anything, just likes being close to you.
- Great listener, you might worry he's not paying attention because he tends not to say much, but he'll remember every word. Will happily listen to you talk about literally anything that interests you, if it's important to you it's important to him.
- If there's a problem you need to work out just tell him. He'll notice if something is up but he trusts you'll come to him when you're ready to talk. Great at listening and trying to understand where you're coming from but isn't great at recognizing or articulating his own feelings, so he needs time to think about how to respond. Please be patient with him, he's trying his best.
- Not really jealous or possessive but has a natural ‘don’t fuck with me’ aura that means no one even thinks of getting too friendly with you, even before he became the Blood Harbor Ripper. Ngl, he enjoys it, means he gets to monopolize you–anyone who knows you well know he's harmless (to them).
- Post-Deep, gets more protective and…not really clingy but he Hovers. You're the most important thing in the world to him, you're his reprieve from the voices and the only good thing he has left in a world that's fucked him over and he's shit scared of losing you. Even when he can't actively be beside you, he still prefers to keep tabs on you from the shadows when he can. The Ripper thing gets in the way less than you'd think; no one really lives to say what he looks like and what does get passed on is very exaggerated, and freaky glowing eyes are more common than you'd think in Runeterra--plus, the Ripper's not just gonna be walking around, psh. He hates crowds now though and worries he won't be able to control his reactions, so if you're running errands at a market or something don't expect company. Gets antsy if he hasn't seen you in a while, so don't be surprised if he's disproportionately relieved to see you.
- Post-Deep, has a much harder time relaxing, his memory is a lot hazier, and he gets confused when things don't line up with what he has in his head. The voices are distracting and he's not always sure what's real and what's not. The Deep fucked him up and he's still sort of figuring how to deal with it–its pretty unclear how much of what's going on with him is actual literal magic and how much is a man with severe PTSD struggling to make sense of his new reality
- Anyway I finished playing the Ruined King game and my epilogue hc is the part in that where Illaoi offers to help break his curse and he goes to teach the Buhru about sea monsters. His list becomes his list, not about what the Deep wants but about protecting people who can't protect themselves. He finds connection with an estranged heritage and purpose in helping protect Bilgewater, either through helping the serpent callers or through putting fear into Bilgewaters scummiest.
NSFW (under cut)
- His job keeps him away from you for long stretches of time and by God is he gonna make up for that
- High libido but is used to managing that on his own, jerking off twice a day just was just kinda part of his daily routine; if you're in the mood he much much prefers coming to you instead
- Definitely a dom, likes being a bit rough with you. Gets immense satisfaction out of making a mess out of you, hand in your hair whispering filthy things in your ear while pounding you within an inch of your life. Loves hearing you beg and whimper. Act up if you want a spanking, you're not getting out of here without cumming at LEAST three times anyway
- Loves it when you're loud, it's his personal goal to extract as many noises from you as he can and he doesn't give a fuck who hears. Dirty talk aside, he's not very vocal himself, but God does he sound good when you do get a moan out of him
- Can and will manhandle you. Holds your wrists in one hand or pulls your head back with a firm grasp on your hair, holds your throat so he can feel your pulse pounding, flips you over or pushes you down so he can fuck you better. If you're getting home and he's in a mood you're getting picked up and fucked against the front door, neighbors who?? He wrestles sea monsters for a living, you basically weigh nothing to him, and he loves how cute and pliant you get when he's fucking your brains out ❤️
- Big fan of oral, giving and receiving. Eats pussy like he doesn't need to breath, he thinks you taste great and he loves making you squirm--be warned, this will work him up and you will be getting railed after, how many times you already came on his tongue is really irrelevant. Likewise, he thinks you're so pretty on your knees struggling to fit his cock in your mouth, and he makes sure he tells you that and what a good job you're doing ❤️
- He has thick fingers and by God does he know how to use them, can reduce you to a puddle with one hand up your skirt. If you're feeling bold enough to tease him in public you will inevitably find yourself in some dark corner with one leg hiked up to his hip while he makes you see stars. There are a lot of areas where he's a patient man, and this is not one of them--you fuck around you WILL be finding out.
- If you wear lingerie it's not coming out intact, sorry. Something about it just makes him want to wreck you, prettier the better. That being said, he can't decide whether you look better with his cum dripping out of you or off of you--help him decide, will you?
- Will happily let you take charge, he likes seeing you chasing your own pleasure. If you want to do any kind of edge play on him though he will need to be physically restrained, and he will get so growly about it. At his most desperate he doesn't even sound human anymore.
- Occasionally, just wants something slow and intimate, you in his lap with your arms around his neck, just taking the time to enjoy each other. He's a softy at heart, he doesn't know how to ask for it but sometimes he just craves a bit of romance.
- After, cleans you up and holds you until you fall asleep, occasionally presses a kiss to your hair. Actually gets super sulky if you don't have time to cuddle properly. He's not great with words, so it's an important way for him to show how deeply he cares about you.
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Can you do Kayn with a cute adorable s/o? I'm a huge sucker for dynamics where the cinnamon roll dates death personified 🥺😩
Synopsis :
Kayn with an overly cute s/o
Type :
Headcanon
Warning :
None, kayn have a ray of sunshine and isn't scared to use it
A/N :
Coming back again after a pause, the league fandom seems dead (like in game enjoyer, not only arcane) and it made me kinda sad but as long as I can contribute I'll be happy
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First things first kayn HATED how you seemed to be hapoy about everything
I hardly see kayn falling for someone out the the shadow order since he is mostly busy with master zed's mission, being an acolyte and his own goal to conquer rhaast power
So you're most likely a member and we'll stick to it
Unlike most people in the order you were bubbly and full of joy, most of them were orphans who lost theur family because of war, they had to grown up too fast and that's why most of them don't show much emotions
And if they do, they're mostly negative because they don't know how to deal with them
Your adorable personnality and bright smile make people drawn to you like a bug to a light
Since in their life you're most likely to be the brightest thing
But of course not all acolyte saw you as someone who can deal with shadow magic
Kayn was one of them, he fought that your persobbality didn't matched what was required to master shadows, and that in the end you'll be killed by these
But he was wrong
You were cute and adorable but not naive, you were mentally strong, event stronger than some of zedns student since most of them live while knowing only hatred and anger
One time kayn and you were both sent to a mission outside of Ionia, that's when kayn saw what you were really made of, and started to respect you a lot more
Things progressed slowly from there, from mutual respect to friends, and after kayn kept quiet about his crush for you for almost a year he finally confessed
You happily returned his feeling telling him that because of his always grumpy face you never dared to tell him what you felt
Your dynamic as a couple is definitely "someone will die" "of fun!"
Even rhaast sight when he start to hear you babbling happily about whatever when kayn is just there and nodding along
You hugged kayn by surprise once and he made a squealing noise out of shock you're not ready to forget, so surprise hugs became a routine
They aren't surprising anymore but kayn love to indulge and pretend you surprised him
He has the biggest poker face while you hug his arm with a bright smile, he can give you a headpat, but that's the only thing he'll do in public to show you affection
In private however he is much more attentive, not romantic, lovey dover or cute himself, but he touch you more, hug you more, kiss you more, becuse it's the two of you
When you go on separate mission he always kiss you on the forehead, a simple gesture to tell you that you'll be reunited
Master zed approve deeply of your relationship, he think that someone lile you has a good influence on kayn
He is less stressed, less angry, and less likely to be consumed by the darkin
Sometime grab kayn's cheek and use them to make him have a weird face, he never complained about it because in the end he always receive a kiss
Sometime he want to make you happy and indulge you in a piggy back ride
And you convinced him to bring you back to the order like this, he thought that since it was night everyone would be asleep
They were not, and teased kayn for a month straight about it
He never gave you piggy back ride after that
You two lay be opposite but kayn can't say how much he is lucky to have you
Sometime he may just contemplate life and ask himself how he managed to get someone as good as you
He'll never have his answer but he is already glad for what he has
~hope you'll like it~
🌸Request are open🌸
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Smut Prompt (8/?)
Requested Prompt: “What has you so excited?”
Pairing: Jayce x afab!Reader
Tags: tw/cw pervy behavior
jayce is an oral king, pussyfucking
“Almost there…Oh-um… it's stuck.”
You were bent over attempting to replace a bolt in one of Jayce’s prototypes. He had specifically asked you to help him since he was ‘too large’ to reach the bolts. While you questioned the accuracy of his reasoning, you shrugged it off and followed him into the lab.
Now you were in a precarious position, bent over into the machine, struggling to loosen the bolt to no avail. You kicked your leg back to maneuver yourself closer to give it another attempt.
Jayce wasn’t proud of his scheme, but he didn't think of stopping you. Your ass was on full display, your body stretched as much as you possibly could, your clothing pulled close to your form, leaving as little to the imagination as Jayce hoped.
All he could think of is how he wanted to tear off your pants and fuck you from behind while your moans echoed within the metal prototype. His cock eagerly twitched in his pants as you groaned with one last stretch.
“Jayce.” Your voice was stern, and it turned him on more than he would like to admit.
“Oh, um… yes?”
“I said it’s stuck.” Your tone remained annoyed and you pressed your hands on each side of the entrance as you pulled away from the machine.
Jayce panicked, he was visibly hard and you were turning to him. His hands were quickly placed awkwardly in front of his groin.
“Jayce?” You looked at him in confusion, first at his face, red and sweating, down to his hands.
“Oh.” You closed the distance between you, close enough to hear his breathing. “What has you so excited?”
“Just… uhm-” He began to stammer, not knowing what exactly to say. You stopped in front of him once more, your eyes locked on his face as he continued to stutter. He took in your expression, your eyes still narrowed in confusion but slightly softened in concern. It made him want to kiss you senseless.
“Well. If I’m causing such excitement…” You trailed off before closing the gap between you.
You pressed your lips against Jayce’s, softly at first, then a bit harder until his hands returned to your hips and your back hit the wall with a gasp quickly swallowed into the kiss. Your arms rested around his neck as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair.
He gently broke the kiss, pressing soft kisses along your jawline before moving further up to your ear.
“Jayce...” You mumbled breathlessly. Your name left his lips in a whisper. “Please.”
“Please, Jayce. Make me feel good, yeah?”
Jayce’s eyes widened when he heard you speak like that, you sounded so desperate and needy for him. The sound caused a rush through his veins making him almost dizzy.
Before he knew what he was doing he lifted your legs around his hips before lowering you onto the workbench.
"Are you sure?" He whispered, "You don't have to if-."
“It’s okay. I really need you right now, Jayce." You spoke hushed as you unbuttoned your shirt hastily, your bra peeking from in between your shirt, and you pulled your pants and underwear down.
Before you could blink, Jayce’s face was between your legs, he was pulling them apart to nip at your thighs, “I need to taste you,” He growled before delving into your core. His mouth was electrifying, licking you up and down and sucking your clit in between each long stroke of his tongue.
“I need you to cum first, can you do that, baby?” He asked before sinking his tongue into your cunt, causing you to shudder and moan.
“Yes, please make me cum, please, I need you.” You begged and babbled, you were at the mercy of his mouth, and he was a natural at pleasing you like this.
You were almost embarrassed at how fast you came on his mouth, his hair grasped in your hands and your thighs squeezing his head, he was in heaven, and you both knew it.
He pulled away from your cunt moving to your chest to kiss and mark up your tits. He took your breasts out of the lacy cups, taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth.
Pulling away once more, he slowly slid his zipper down his pants, taking himself out and you looked at his length in surprise. He was big, hard, and already leaking.
Jayce patted at his pockets, “Ah shit, I don’t have a condom. Do you…?”
“Fuck. Shit, you can fuck my thighs like this,” you put your ankles on Jayce’s shoulders, making space for his cock between your thighs and he obliged.
You could feel the heat of his cock, twitching as it made contact with your wet cunt. He hissed into a low groan and started fucking your thighs.
You squeezed your thighs as much as you could to create more friction, his cock hitting your sensitive clit with each stroke.
“Oh fuck baby, you’re so wet, you feel amazing- shit, I'm already close and I'm not even inside you,”
“Cum for me Jayce, fuck me harder just like that, I’m close too,”
Both of your moans filled the lab, echoing between the walls. The symphony grew as both of you got close, Jayce coming all the way to your chest and tits as you shuddered, cumming on his spent cock.
You both breathed heavily, and once you recovered you dropped your legs from Jayce’s shoulders and took his chin in your hands to look at you.
“Bring condoms next time you want to use me as eye candy, won't you?”
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