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angelltheninth · 3 months
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how about arcane x reader with how they act when there drunk?
(I imagine Vi to be quite the flirt lol)
Please and thank you!
Oh boy, yeah, I bet they would all be fun in their own way.
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Vander, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, drinking alcohol, flirting, cuddles, teasing, literal sleeping together, headache
A/N: I'm really tired today so I'll make this one quick. I really hope it's just a cold.
Jinx is a really happy drunk. If you think she's hyperactive when she's sober then you haven't seen anything yet. You can hardly keep up with the things that she's talking about and they begin to get less and less understandable. The only way to get her to stop is to kiss her.
Vi does get very flirty with you after a few drinks. Usually she's more of a woman of actions then words but she really loosens up with her feelings when she's drunk. She has nothing but compliments to give you, even as her eyes drift closed she needs to tell you she loves you.
Caitlyn will get a lot more touchy with you. She calls you her darling at the end of every sentence like she wants to make sure everyone gets that you're together. As if the many kisses you've shared weren't enough of a message to them.
Ekko is a huge cuddler when he drinks. He will wrap his arms around you and keep you close against him, absentmindedly kissing your neck. There's nowhere he would rather be right now then holding you against him, slightly buzzed but really happy.
Silco lets himself fall asleep on your shoulder when he gets drunk. But just because he's asleep doesn't mean he's ready to let you go just yet. One of his arms still has a hold on you, keeping you by his side until he wakes up, reacting to every forehead kiss with a smile.
Vander actually starts singing when he's drunk. He has a nice voice too but he would never take that compliment without getting drunk first. That's why everyone really looks forward to him at any kind of celebration, it's always loud with him around.
Sevika can't stop kissing you when she gets drunk. Won't let anything stop her in her quest of making you breathless, not even you telling her she needs to sleep this off. Yes, her headache will be horrible the next day, but a kiss can fix that too.
Viktor doesn't drink that often actually but when he does he goes off on a million different tirades. He changes topics way too quickly too, laughing every time he manages to confuse you. He also talks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, so happy.
Jayce insists that he can carry you to bed while he's drunk. Although he ends up tripping over his own feet and the both of you fall down, very ungracefully. He won't let that get in the way of his kisses, but he does fall asleep fairly quickly so you're left cuddling with him.
Mel only drinks at celebrations and even then she rarely gets drunk, she has a reputation to keep after all. When she does get drunk she can get very openly affectionate, so much so that you have to lead her away because you can't handle her teasing without kissing her.
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nagazmulagan · 4 months
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TOUCH AND FIGURE IT OUT. 🌊
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...i see you even if i close my eyes,
i hear you even if i cover my ears...
lazy intimate times headcannons with some of the heartsteel members. part two for yone only is here.
— heartsteel yone, kayn, ezreal x reader (all separate), smut, suggestive, reader is afab, settled relationship, kinda kpop related activities but only kinda
an: i got so mad today because i was writing ezreal angst but i accidentally deleted it but i want to post soo baaaddd so i wrote this T__T
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during the day, they're just handsome idols singing incredibly on stage. but sometimes, after a particularly hard day of working, or after not seeing their significant other for a long time all they want is to be next to you.
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— praise kink, overstimulation, overall really soft. i can't portray him of being much of a sex freak, I'd say he's pretty vanilla
he always wants to be his best self - and that includes his work, etiquette and pleasuring you. he spends most of his time training. yone is always affectionate, and when he misses you - it's extreme. expect him to be glued to your neck, placing butterfly kisses down to your chest and back up. his hands also can't seem to stop the feather-like touches all over your body. he's definitely a pleasure dom – before he even gets to cum, you're gonna have to be at least a bit exhausted. he can be glued to your mound for hours and feast on you like a man dying of hunger, if it will mean you'll be entirely satisfied. and it gets him going, too. he just loves you too much, all he wants to do is for you to be feeling as good as he can make you. and expect him to praise you, too. after all, how else can you know how proud he is of you?
"yone", you moaned softly as you tugged on his hair a bit harder, making him finally pull out his tongue of your cunt. how many times did you come already? you couldn't even count. but he surely did. all you know is that you've been waiting for yone to come back home, and suddenly you ended up stripping on your shared bed. he pulled out so many orgasms out of you and he showed no signs of stopping. not that you minded.
"are we done yet, sweetheart?", yone looked at you, placing his chin on your lower tummy, and smiling in a teasing way, and you could just look at him with your fucked-out gaze. "c'mon, dove. i know you can handle one more. be a good girl and i will do whatever you want", he said, placing kisses down to your clit, when he started to attack it with some kitty licks. he's definitely going to overstimulate you, and you know that you are gonna love every second of it.
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— hard dom, degradation kink, hair pulling, teasing
kayn and yone have one thing in common - and that is working extremely hard. he knows he's hot and just straight great at everything he'll do, but that doesn't stop him from doing even more, beyond the so-called borders of perfection. he almost everyday comes home late, there's no denying that; but he always knows how to make it up to you. just hint him that you're in the mood and he'll smirk, coming as close to you as possible and whispering dirty words of what he's gonna do with you. he expects you to obey everything he orders you to – as long as it is with your consent. he'll even mix praise with degrading words, just to feel you clench hard on his cock. and when it comes to hair pulling, he likes you to tug at his as hard, as he does to yours.
the whole room was filled with moans, groaning and sounds of skin slapping. kayn was taking you from behind, holding a fistful of your hair in his palm. "such a whore", he breathed, releasing a small laugh from his lips. "you're going to cum all on my dick, right?", kayn asked, not really expecting a reply. you were too busy moaning out his name and babbling words like 'faster', or 'harder', which he obviously heard and did just what you asked, but not before teasing you a bit.
"such a slut. can't even form a singular word properly", he whispered, slapping your skin, making you whimper once again. he grabbed your hair harshly and pulled your head up through it. "but it's okay. all you have really have to say is just my name", kayn said, placing a kiss on your hairline, just to let go of your hair and continue his antics, this time with a brutal, fast pace.
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— sub, brat, masochism, degradation, brat taming
ezreal was a simple guy. he talks a lot, makes snide remarks, genuinely committed to being a brat. and his bedroom preferences aren't any different - he'll whimper and say something provocative, just enough for you to punish him. he'll call you mommy if he's extremely desperate, too. he just wants to be taken care of by you. but if you decide that he should be a good boy today and focus on bringing you pleasure, he'll be happy to do whatever you want him to - he has long, slim fingers and he doesn't really know what to do with them, so just tell him to put them inside of you and he will keep brushing over your g-spot. he could do all that on a regular basis, but he's a brat, so he will just put up a fight and wait for you to tame him.
"don't stop", he moaned as you sat on his dick, riding him as there's no tomorrow. "if i knew that remark about one of the hot girls from the staff would make you go so-", he didn't get to finish his sentence as you slapped him in the face, which just made him whimper. you continued to ride him until he was close - and then, you just stopped. he deserves to be punished, after all. how could he think that it was proper to bring another woman into the conversation, especially in the bed?
"no, please, i'm sorry, don't stop", he pleaded, looking into your eyes. he couldn't even stand up, as you've tied him to the bed - he was completely at your mercy. "you know you're the only one who i want on top of me, right?", ezreal breathed, desperate for you to continue what you were doing. he was right, and you knew it - so you just sighed and warned him, continuing to ride him into oblivion, and making a mental note to not let him have his way so easily next time.
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I've had this idea on mi mind for a while, sevika x fem reader who's a piltie and it's engaged to someone she doesn't like because her parents forced her, she's in love with sevika so they decide to run away and live in zaun together.
Stupid Ideas and Arranged Marriages
Sevika x Reader
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Your heart raced as you stared at the dress hanging off your dresser. You didn’t want to get married to him, but what choice did you have? Being a daughter to one of the richest people in Piltover came with its advantages, but you’d be stupid to think it wouldn’t drag along disadvantages. Having your parent pick a partner was one of those.
Tears pricked at your eyes, the thought of having to spend your life miserable with someone you hadn’t even met, probably just as entitled as your parents terrified you. The dress terrified you. Your own fucking reflection terrified you. You simply just didn’t want to.
“What your doing is stupid.”
Your head snapped towards the noise beside you, an unreadable expression upon Sevika’s face. She was always hard to read, but this time there was a hint of something you couldn’t quite place in her voice, something other than nonchalant sounds.
“You can’t be here. What if my parents see? How’d you even get in?”
She stared at you and sighed as you moved to the edge of your bed, your body facing hers this time. You sniffed and waited for her to say something, anything, but she just stayed put in her place with no response. Once you were done with the silence, slightly uncomfortable, you spoke up again.
“Besides, I don’t have a choice.”
She’s sighed again, rolling her eyes and slowly making her way over towards you. She sat on the spot next to you on the bed, and now your attempt to suppress your emotions proved futile as a sob escapes your mouth.
Sevika wasn’t good with emotions, but with you it was different. It was as if she was born and bred to be beside you all the time, comforting you when you needed it, god sake she’d stay up for weeks if it meant she could talk to you throughout the night. But instead you both had to settle on sneaking around Piltover and occasionally the Undercity to remain a secret. Your parents would literally kill you if they found out you loved someone from Zaun, taking Sevika with you too.
You leaned your head on her shoulder, silently crying at the thought of standing at that alter tomorrow morning. Her hand took hold of your own, thumb soothingly running across your knuckles. The silence now, filled with occasional sniffs from you, was more welcoming, more relaxing if you will.
“You do have a choice.”
She pulled away, one of her arms coming up to your jaw to force you to look at her. Who knew this brute of a woman had an ounce of tenderness in her body, but as she always said ; ‘it was only for you’
“Come Below with me. You don’t have to let them control your life. You’re worth more than that.”
She hates your family for putting you through this. She’d honestly curl you up into a ball and take you with her, if not then punish them for giving you a life you didn’t want. But that would only hurt you more, and the last thing she needed was to bring more pain into your life.
You smiled as you pressed your hand against the one that was cupping your cheek, leaning in closer to her delicate touch. She wiped your tear with her thumb, watching as your lips slowly turned into a small smirk.
“I don’t fit in, look at me. I’d just be a burden.” You sniffed.
She turned your body so you crossed your legs on the bed, completely facing her. Her body did the same, one of her legs still hanging off the edge of your bed. She needed you to focus on her words, so she cupped both your cheeks and lifted your head to look directly at her.
“You won’t be. I’d rather go to Zaun everyday protecting you from pieces of shit than lose you to a guy who’s never gonna treat you right.” Her eyes were wide, looking carefully into yours. “I want you to come with me. I’ll sit outside my fucking door if I have to every night if it’ll make you feel safer. I’d kill for you because I love you (Y/N).”
Your eyes scanned her features, and not a single one told you she was lying. Not that you thought she was, but because no one in the history of ever had seen Sevika so vulnerable. You loved her too, but you’d never actually thought you’d hear her say it to you.
“I’ve lost so much but I can’t lose you.”
A new set of tears filled your eyes, but this time it wasn’t because you were upset about wasting your life. Instead, it was because you’d felt as if your life had just about begun, with the comfort of your lover beside you every single day, not having to hide the two of you together. It felt refreshing, and not for a second did you doubt a word Sevika said.
You smiled at her with tears soaking your eyes and sat up, your hands wrapping around her neck to bring yourself close enough to kiss her. The kiss was soft as you climbed on top of her, straddling her thighs before sitting yourself down on her lap. The hands that previously cupped your face were now firmly holding your waist pulling you impossibly close.
There was nothing sexual about your actions in this case, the comfort you bought each other was enough for the two do you to melt, and being this close to each other, knowing you were the only one allowed to touch her like this, it felt good. And that was enough.
She eventually collapsed back into your bed, leaving you in full view as you straddled her legs, faces so closer to each other you were almost kissing again.
“I take that as a yes?” She smirked, smiling at you when you nodded your head joyfully. Within a second, you were in Sevika’s arms as she stood up, her legs leading you both to your bathroom. “Get anything you want to keep, we can go right now.”
You did as she said, only wanting to keep one thing you’d always carried since you were gifted it by your aunt, the only sane person in your family; a small silver necklace. You also wanted to write your parents a note saying they didn’t need to worry, and that you were safe, but that their actions were completely at fault. You didn’t want them to try and find you, or bring you back to the big house with everything you needed, because in your mind you already had the necessities, and that was simply Sevika being by your side.
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THE END
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saeneryis · 2 years
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random quick viktor nsfw headcanons
Includes: Viktor x Reader (gender neutral) Warnings: nsfw, sex, role switch, dom, risky sex, gn reader, libido, horny, public sex, smut
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viktor loves when you're noisy. it's kind of a guilty pleasure- you'd think that because of his reserved personality, he would be the same in bed-- although, that isn't true. viktor is an entirely different person when he's horny; hearing you scream, moan, and make all kind of squirms is his favorite thing, of course, as long as it's his touch the one you're breaking under.
he's really flexible when it comes to sexual positions, willing to try anything you're into. his favorite one so far is when you take a much more active role in bed, using him to your pleasure. how heavy his breath gets as he's begging for you to let him cum, his desperate kisses, and shaky hips crumbling below you-- he loves it all.
on the contrary, what does normal sex look with viktor? well, let me tell, you, being with him is never a boring experience. going for risky flings in the lab, sticking his hand under you as the theater function begins, and even desperately pulling you aside mid-conversation into the darkness, this man has a huge libido.
his focus is always to make you cum, but, on ocassion, the more selfish side of him will surface, commonly after a long time of not having sex and being incredibly horny; he will fuck you, and i mean, fuck you for as long as he has to, multiple rounds, and dominating the heck out of you.
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Writer's Note: this is my first post, still tryin' things out... feedback isss... welcome :D
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ghostkinnie · 2 years
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#𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓 !! — SIZE KINK
Pairing: Sett, Darius, Shen, Aatrox and Thresh x reader
warnings → nsfw, size kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, degradation kink
a/n: some nsfw from the big guys 🥴
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SETT
Sett is huge, even if you're tall, you can't compare to the wall of muscle he is. So it's obvious he has a size kink and you found that out when you went to bed for the first time.
He tried to be as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you, entering you slowly but it didn't take long for him to lose control when he saw his cock being crushed by your small hole. This man moaned like a beast when he saw your belly rise with the size of his dick. He went insane.
"Fuck doll! You're so small, I'll break you like this"
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DARIUS
It may not seem like it but Darius is a gentleman, he loves to treat you like porcelain in bed and honestly what attracts him the most is how small you are in his arms.
You don't have to try hard because he will do everything. He loves having those big, callused hands by your breasts, sinking those wide fingers into your mouth and making you gasp. But if there's something that makes him going crazy is when he's fucking you and you're begging for his big dick.
"Do you want me to come inside you, baby? I know you want daddy to fill you."
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SHEN
This man loves her small mouth and the way she fits his dick so well. He goes crazy when he sees tears in your eyes as you try to swallow his size with your throat tight, he can spend hours watching this scene.
"Come on, little one, you're perfect like that."
He whispers as he takes your hair in his fingers and makes you hold all his cock in your mouth, moaning at the contact.
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THRESH
Thresh is a sadistic bitch, so it's no surprise that he loves to see you squirming to support his size. He licks his lips and smiles wickedly when you scream with pleasure at being fucked by him.
"So small but so naughty, bunny."
He teases you as he holds your small waist in his hands and sinks deep inside you making you roll your eyes and scream with pleasure. He wants to destroy your cunt.
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AATROX
I hope you don't want to walk in your life anymore because this man has no pity. He'll fuck you like you're a doll and he'll love how you squirm. Aatrox is giant and his dick is as big as he is, so no matter how much you guys have done it you will never will be used to its size.
He will literally destroy you, leave you shaking and sobbing for him, a real mess.
"That's right, cry like a bitch over my dick that's what you're for."
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emptea-cheshire · 2 years
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The Reunited Widow (Yone x F! Reader)
Hello! This is a sequel/finale to my one shot: Warlord Yone's Widow. While this can be a standalone piece, it may be a better idea to start there. This story is crossposted to AO3 and Quotev. Thank you for your time!
Masterlist Word count: 2465
You don’t really mind the blue mask. It’s only large enough to cover the upper half of your face. The only real downside is you can’t see your eyes anymore. From the reflection in the water,  you can see a faint white glow emit from the thin eye slits of the mask. There’s a lot of things  you don't really understand about death, this is just one of them.
It doesn’t make sense that your kimono fades in color, turning from blue and white to black and silver. And you don’t know how the sword you abandoned years ago attaches itself to your back, now a vibrant blue glowing light.
“Your spirit blade.” The stranger had explained gruffly, looking at the blade with a strange expression.
He doesn’t seem to like you very much. You hadn’t known him very long, but you know that your presence seems to pain him. But still, the stranger gives you some of his bandages to cover the sword wound that killed you. 
You don’t know why the stranger and you share the same mask. You’ve asked him why that might be and if he’s met someone with the same masks as you two. The stranger doesn’t indulge your curiosity there. Instead, he carries on silently. You stopped asking that question when you realized how quiet the journey became.
“Keep up.” The stranger calls coldly. 
There’s no need to look to know the man with long black hair is folding his arms and glaring at you coldly. The sharp gaze of the man burns at the back of your head and there’s the anger that rolls off him in waves as he leads you to the place where you’ll finally be with Yone. 
You had long since given up on trying to get his name. He tells you things he thinks you need to hear, like how you’re too careless and how you should listen to him more. He’s tightlipped on any and every detail about himself. 
Luckily, he still has the patience to tell you about your Yone.
Bounding after the taller man, mystified by the way your feet don’t get wet as you  cross the river, you ask: “So, what’s Yone like now?”
“Dead.” The stranger snips back, not even facing you as he says it. 
Touchy subject. Maybe you shouldn’t ask more.
“I figured”, You supply with a wry smile,  “I mean…does he seem happy?”
“He seems busy.” The stranger sighs, glancing at you over his shoulder, “But not suffering.” 
That makes you chuckle a bit, “Even the afterlife isn’t a rest for him, his work ethic has always been amazing. It’s one of the things I hated and loved about him.” 
“Hated?” The stranger finally stops walking, fully turning to you. “Why would you hate his work ethic?” His lips are drawn into a deeper frown than normal and it makes you pause. 
Why does he look so concerned?
“Because it meant I had less time with him. And it isn’t easy watching someone you love constantly overwork himself.” You explain gently, remembering all the times you had to practically beg Yone to come to bed and sleep in. 
Most times, you had your way. Even in death, your heart can’t help but skip a beat at the fact you were  the only person who could pull the strict man away from something other than swordplay, studying, or meditation. You loved the way he tried to scold you, but there was always a faint smile pulling at his lips as you pulled him along by the hand.. 
“There’s a lot of things I should be doing right now.” He’d chide. Smooth voice trying to talk its way out of whatever fun thing you had planned.
“Yes, like being a good husband.” You’d grin back and soon Yone would follow you into bed and hold you close. And that was your favorite place to be. In between two strong arms forged by years of swordsmanship, a silver ring glinting on Yone’s left hand. One that matched yours.
“Not exactly what I had in mind, but I suppose you’re right, my love.” And gentle lips would press themselves to your neck, sending shivers up your spine.
“He told me he hated watching you mourn. He wanted nothing more than your happiness. He wanted you to move on from his memory.” The stranger says gently, interrupting you from your memories. 
Bitterly, you remember the old woman’s words, urging you to let go of Yone and move on. As if. 
“That’s easy for him to say,” You scoff, “at least he still got to see me, I was left alone.”
“You were never really alone.” The stranger interjects, a firm hand placing itself on your shoulder. The gesture is too familiar, too much like Yone who never hesitated to place that grounding hand on tense shoulders. In another time, it would’ve made everything so much easier. But now, it just makes your shoulders droop as tears begin to blur your vision. “You know what they say about the Spirit Blossom festival. How it’s when the gates to the spirit world opens and we get to see all of our loved ones. I waited countless festivals for Yone to appear and he never did. So I told myself I’d see him when I die,” Frowning at the stranger, you shake yourself out of his grip, “I’m dead now. But Yone isn’t here.”
You hadn’t taken the stranger for the empathetic type. Black hair flowing in the nighttime breeze as a frown pulled at his lips. You can’t see his eyes under the red mask, only the same white glow that’s replaced yours. But it’s clear as day that your words upset the man.
“Yone couldn’t always be there for you, he’s very busy.” The man says, but even that sounds unsure. 
“Too busy to even be with me at my final moments?”
“No one could have known that would be your last breath and if I knew-” The masked stranger’s voice had been rising until that point, where he quickly shuts his mouth and stares at you with the same frown, “never mind.”
The stranger and you stand in silence. Pulling your eyes away from his, you look down at your reflection in the river. Death had been kind enough to make you look younger. Without the mask, you’d probably look exactly as you did on the day Yone stuttered out his feelings to you.
What was it he said again?
“I-I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Before Yone’s eyes widened, “Not to say that’s the only thing I love about you. The truth is, I love everything about you.”
“I just..I wonder if he really did love me.” The dreaded words leave your mouth and tears leak from the mask and ripple your reflection in the water. To be able to cry in death is such a cruel thing. Wasn’t it supposed to be nice? Supposed to be peaceful? You were supposed to be reunited with Yone, he was supposed to find you. But instead you’re left with-
A cold hand reaches out and gently tilts your face towards the stranger, his lips parted ever so slightly as he wipes away your tears. It’s the most gentle way he’s ever interacted with you and you hate how much it reminds you of Yone and the way he used to hold you. Of all the guides the spirit world could’ve given you, why did it have to be someone so much like Yone yet so different from him?
“He loved you more than anything else.” The stranger's words cuts through your thoughts before you could spiral more. Maybe it’s the way he says it so seriously or the way he desperately tries to draw your gaze to him, but you find yourself gazing up at him hopefully. Your eyes draw to the way he clenches his jaw and the same glowing light in the eye holes of his red mask. “He died with many regrets-but loving you was never one of them. And if he could live his life again, he’d make it so that you’d never have to question his devotion to you.”
And neither of you say anything for a few moments. You can feel your tears drying and the tension in your heart slowly easing.
“And he told you this?” You ask cautiously. 
The stranger hesitates for a moment and you feel doubt begin to return until he says: “He’s told others.”
“Oh? Yone was never really the vocal type when it came to his private affairs.” You frown, attempting to pull out the strangers grip. But the man with the red mask glances away and still holds your face.
“He’s a different man now.” He finally lets go of your face with a heavy sigh, turning away from you with a hand over one of the azakana masks on his belt. “Are you sure you still want to find him?”
“Of course!” And you find yourself grinning at the stranger’s broad back, “No matter how different he is, I’ll love him all the same.”
The stranger glances at you over his shoulder before nodding.
And so, the journey continued.
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Nestled deep in an Ionian forest is an entrance to the Spirit World. It’s a gateway of light hidden in a lake. The stranger made you step in first, but was always a step behind you. He had been quiet as the journey winded down to an end, not even amusing your questions. 
The water felt cold and as you got closer to the swirling light in the middle of the lake, you could feel the flow shifting and pushing you closer and closer to it. 
“Don’t fight it.” The stranger soothed, a comforting hand on your back helping ease you closer. 
Still, you found yourself hesitating at the edge of the bright white light.
“So this is the final step to death?” You ask, staring at the swirling light beneath the water.
“I suppose that’s one way of viewing this. A fox once told me it is the first step to eternal peace.” The stranger’s reply is soft. 
“And if I step in, Yone will be there?”
You glance behind you at the man covered in white bandages and the red half mask. He nods at you. 
“And…you’ll come with me right? I don’t think I want to take this final step alone.”
“As long as you’d have me, I’ll always be at your side.” The stranger gives you a small smile, stepping next to you and looking down at the glowing light. 
The words spur a newfound confidence and you find yourself stepping into the light and allowing yourself to fall through the portal. 
The Spirit World is bright. Fluffy clouds, a vibrant blue sky, and luscious plants. The trees have pink leaves and the water seems clearer.
When you look down at your reflection, the blue mask is gone. Instead, you can see your eyes again and they’re vibrant and bright.
Standing in a bright white kimono decorated in dark blue floral patterns, you suddenly realize that you aren’t the same person you died as.
“I look like I’m 20 again, maybe 23? Maybe around when I married Yone.” You marvel, gently tracing your sooth skin as you continue to marvel at the reflection.
“I’ve heard that the Spirit World brings you to an age where you felt the most complete.” The stranger chuckles, “I know it’s true for me.”
“Is that so, how old are-” You turn to pose the question and freeze.
Where the stranger stood is a man with long white hair, with strands braided into a blue ribbon. Swords with white ribbon lay crossed behind his black, peaking over his white and blue robes. Where azakana masks lay, are instead a belt of vibrant white pearls. 
Yone stood before you with a gentle smile, a sheen of tears in his eyes, and looking just as young as you. 
“Yone?” You breathed, a hand held over your mouth, hardly believing the sight in front of you.
“You look as beautiful as ever, my love.” He exhaled, closing the distance between the two of you-one strong arm wrapping itself around your waist and the other tilting your face up to his.
Your hand traces his bare chest, gasping as you’re able to feel the warmth of him.
When a tear drips down Yone’s face, you can’t help but break into sobs. You bury your face into his chest and allow years of pain to leave you, Yone’s tears falls into your hair as he holds you close and murmurs sweet words.
“I’m so sorry for making you feel alone. I promise you, I was there. I was watching. And I fall deeper in love with you every day.” Yone spoke fiercely, holding you tightly. 
“You were the stranger. Why didn’t you say anything?” You laugh wetly, wiping away tears as you pull away to look at him. 
It’s then Yone finally tells you what happened to him after he died. And how ashamed he was to be bound to the mask when he found you, how he was so convinced you wouldn’t love him anymore. “It’s my new identity, (Y/n), I’m not the Yone you loved before. The person you see now is the past, the present is the Yone who slays azakana.”
“Mask or no mask, I love you all the same.” You beam, “My love, do you know how much I’ve missed you? Whether it’s resting here or going back out there to fight azakana, I want to be at your side. I’m your wife, after all, and even death can’t change that.”
Yone frowns, “Your life hasn’t been easy. Wouldn’t you prefer to rest? We wouldn’t be separated forever, I’d visit you each time the portal opens.”
“My life hasn’t been easy because you aren’t in it. When I’m with you, even fighting demons will be a breeze.” Breaking out of his grip, you step towards the portal that would bring you back to the mortal plane, “Shall we, Yone?”
For a moment, your husband stands frozen. Yone looks at you with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. Finally he recovers running to you with a grin before picking you up in a bridal carry. You wrap your arms around his neck and your laughter is quickly silenced by Yone leaning in to kiss you. It’s desperate and breathtaking and you feel your husband slowly walking.
When you open your eyes, the white glow of your husband’s mask greets you. But this time, he smiles at you.
“I’m so lucky to have you back in my life, I couldn’t have picked a better wife.”
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lightning-bringer · 1 year
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Hi! How are you? Can I make a request? Viego x Ice Queen!Reader. Reader was once a Fire Queen, but because of the tragedy (you can come up with it yourself) she became angry, cold and cruel. Thank you very much!
Hi! I’m sorry this took so long, but I loved writing this, hope you like it too! (also just wanna say your requests are so creative it’s amazing)
Viego and Ice Queen!Reader imagine
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Word count: 3.127
Tags: angst (nothing too dramatic but Viego is still madly in love with Isolde), melancholy,  SFW, canon-compliant, implied sex, 
Rate: Teen and Up
A/N: Though I didn’t write the sex scene because the request didn’t say anything about a SFW or NSFW preference, I would gladly write it and post separetly if anyone is interested because I did have some ideas lol. Also though I did write a very open end, I don’t plan for it to be a series or anything, unless someone requests something about it specifically
When the mist came, you weren't afraid.
You had heard of the Ruined King, and his powers were not enough to scare you. Your ice kingdom would stand, as it had through much worse catastrophes than a spoiled King without land or subjects.  
The few servants and subjects you had left were ready to fight. They were also not afraid, for just like you, they had seen worse, and their hearts had been frozen alongside your land and power. When the messanger came with news of the Ruined King's approach, you knew there was nothing in your kingdom Viego could corrupt. You weren't sure there was anything left.
Your surprise was enourmos when the mist came... but the King was alone. The spectres were no match for your magic, the cold of your people's hurts a natural protection against the man's corruption. You didn't know if it was upon realizing that, that the mist drew back, reveling the Ruined King to you, in the middle of a white waste, no sign of cold upon the brutal wind, sword nowhere to be seen and arms raised.
Viego - was his name, he said - seemed surprised, but there was a small smile playing on his lips.
"Are you the ruler of this island?" He asked. Despite the unforgiving wind, his hair was still gorgeous, moving wildly without getting on his face, his green eyes shining unnaturaly with an otherworldly confidence. The hole on his chest was only mildly unsettling to you.
"I am the Queen of this land, and I don't take kindly to invasors." Your voice boomed around the land, shaking the ground. Your teeth were bared in a snarl, and the sight alone could terrify any mortal man.
Viego though, bowed, a deep one where his head lowered to the point his eyes didn't meet yours. He was clever, you could see, had the etiquette of someone who once was a King, but his posture was still of a spoiled man.
"I ask for your forgiveness, my Queen." You scoffed. Such petty use of a noble way to refer to you. You were not his Queen for he didn't belong in your lands. "I was wrong to believe I could simply pass through your kingdom like a barbarian, destroying everything on my way. I didn't expect to find such strong adversary."
"Is that how you've been passing Runeterra? Destroying everything in your way?"
"Yes."
There was no hesitancy, no backtracking. Viego stared at you, deep into your eyes, and there was such confidence and fire in them, like you hadn't seen in so long, that it took you by surprise.
"You see, my Queen, I have a goal. There's someone I need to find... there's nothing that'll stop me and I won't rest until I have her."
Upon seeing Viego's certainty and strength, you were interested. The winds subsided and your people stood back, as Viego was invited to your castle. There, as you had dinner in a cold, empty hall, Viego told you his story. Told the tale of his dead queen, of his desperate search for a cure for death, and his awakening to a very different world. As he spoke, you could see the fire in his eyes, the passion and anger burning through every single one of his words.
He said he wouldn't rest until he had Isolde back, and you believed him.
"Your powers." He said, later that night, as he was invited for tea with you. Viego was an interesting man, an interesting presence. It had been so longo, so long since you had been in the presence of anyone still warm inside. Anyone who still had a glow in their eyes and passion in their speech.
So you let Viego stay the night and rest, as he said he needed - though you absolutely doubted he needed it. You knew he could read nothing on your expression or answers, couldn't possibly know your interest to him, for it had been a while since your expressions got less and less prominent, and you looked directly at him as he spoke.
"Your powers are magnificent." He repeated. "And they could be the key for the sentinels to defeat me."
He had told you about the sentinels, "foolish ones trying to stop me and keep me away from Isolde", Viego had said during dinner. You raised a brow at his words.
"Is that a threat?" You asked, raising your tone, still not sure what to think of him.
"Or," He continued, swirling his tea, not having touched it during the night "they could be the key for me to win. To take them out of my way and find her."
Right then, a servant walked in. A young maiden, carrying a silver tray with a few tiny cakes in it. Her skin was translucent, her eyes purely white with no pupils or irises. She was as quiet as a mouse, steps making no sound on the marble floor, breath that didn't fan when out in the cold of the palace. Her movements were stiff and wrong.
But she was beautiful, beautiful as a child's doll, and Viego was staring at her in fascination as she took your tea-cup away.
"If you could make more people like that-"
"No." You cut him, the slight amount of anger you could still manage to feel bubbling inside of you. You looked away from Viego's insanely beautiful face, his green eyes boring into yours, eager. "I- I'm not capable of doing that anymore, and the issues of Runeterra don't interest me. My people have suffered enough."
He looked at you, and you feelt a little marveled at how his face was expressive. You had thought, during dinner, that only a man with too much emotions inside him could be driven to do the things he did. Only love and obsession in amounts unimaginable could gather the strength in a man to come back from the land of the dead.  
Right then, you could see perfectly in the furrow of his brows the way his head was wroking, thinking, wondering. When he actually asked, the only thing that surprised you was how capable Viego was of sounding like the King he once had been, and not a nearly insane man driven by grief.
"I told you my story, Y/N" He had started to alternate between using your name and your title now, feeling some kind of intimacy with you "and although you have no obligation to tell me yours, I would like to know."
He leaned forward, just slightly, and you weren't even sure if  he was aware he did it. You averted his eyes once again, taking a deep breath. You couldn't remember ever telling anyone about it. The people who you could tell, the people who would know...
"My people are old." You started, running your fingertips against the wood of your chair "Very old. The royal family comes from a long line of mages who control fire, and our power is drawn from within us and from others. From our deepest emotions, and it's strongest when we are kids. It takes years for us to get as strong as we were when we were only children."
You stopped then, looking up to see Viego staring intently at you. He was paying attention to every little word, drawing it in. You hold back a smile. It had been a while since you had someone who would willingly listen.
"The legends said we had godly blood in our veins, but we turned our back to Them. When a plague came over, we all started to believe it." You paused, only to take a deep breath "My people fell like fleas, Viego. They would die in one or two days, with horrible symptoms, horrible deaths. Then, came the natural disasters and the hunger. There was no more rain, crops couldn't grow, earthquakes happened... the adults were dying faster and in bigger numbers than the children, and their sorrow was out of control. Their emotions, their fire was everywhere. I thought I knew magic old and strong enough to stop it, to control it, to at least console them."
You didn't realize how much faster you began to talk. Your hands had the slightest tremble to them, and you squeezed them tight. Without saying a word, the Ruined King reached forward and grasped one of your hand.  
Viego's skin was cold, nearly as cold as yours, but it was the act of touching you that surprised you, not the temperature of his flesh. His eyes were still bright and his face was still deep in thought, but he looked at you with confidence and fire, making you ache inside. The longer you stared at Viego's beautiful eyes, the more you saw the flame in him. The flame you once had. The flame you let burn out and turn into the cold of your empty heart.
"I didn't." You whispered "I didn't help them. That magic, that power was too much. There is not enough warmth in someone's heart to save an entire nation. Like a dying star I exploded, wiping so many of my people out... and the deathly cold spread from me afterwards."
You bit your tongue, and Viego squeezed your hand. He looked at you in wonder again, and it bares on unsettling to hold his gaze, so you looked at his white hair reflecting the bright fire lights, at the exposed skin of his flesh and the mist and shadows forever dancing around the hole in his chest.
That's a man you thought that knows what it means to put all your hope into something just to see it fall apart right before your eyes.
"Thank you for telling me, my Queen."
A wild thought crossed your head. His Queen was the dead queen, Isolde. You were not and would never be his Queen, and staring at his thin lips, you felt what could be sadness deep in your chest.
After that night, Viego didn't leave right away, and you didn't question him. You didn't realize how much you had missed company, company that wasn't frozen and puppets of ice. You showed Viego your current and mutated magic, something you have not been proud since it happened, but that you couldn't possibly not enjoy when he smiled as you showcase your strength. And Viego showed you how he controls the mist, and the spectres in them, and told you about people he knew, whose names are fleeting thoughts you soon forget. There was a Kalista, a Vladimir, someone called Thresh.
And he talked about Isolde sometimes, but it became rarer and rarer for him to say her name. It wasn't like his love and obsession were over, you knew, but you wanted to believe he found your company as enjoyable as the thought of his lover - or, though you didn't want to believe, he saw through your cold dead face exactly how much you enjoyed to have him around.
Which was strange per se, to enjoy something again. To wake up in the mornings and look forward to something, to have something swirling in your chest that wasn't anger or pure emptiness. Though that was dangerous, you knew; the thought of a possible second interest from Viego's part always in the back of your head, assuring your tone with him would never soften too much, your anger would never truly lay low. You didn't forget his comment on how your powerful could be decisive in his upcoming battle.
It was during a night not much different from the one you met, only several weeks apart, that the Ruined King opened up his hollow chest.
"You look so lovely tonight, my Queen." He smiled as you met for yet another evening of desserts and useless conversation. He stood in the balcony, clothes just a little bit more familiar to your land but not more modest.
You nodded, acknowledging the compliment but not giving him a reply, and Viego laughed. He had come to find amusement in your lack of reactions.
"May I ask" you said slowly "if there is a special occasion tonight that I'm not aware of?"
Viego smiled. He had asked you to meet him for tea at the balcony on his room (the room you allowed him to use, you reminded yourself) instead of the hall the tea was usually served. He was wearing nice clothes, and asked for you to do the same.
Despite not liking being told what to do, you were wearing your best dress.
"I think the time for me to leave has come."
Somehow, you knew that was it. You had a feeling deep in your gut, as you read books alongside him and exchanged tales and stories. And you always knew. You always knew Viego was going to leave, there was no reason for him to stay, no reason for him to abandon his mission, his journey, his Queen.
Even though you knew, you got angry. The frost started to spill from your fingertips to the tea-cup and railing they touched, quickly approaching Viegos hand, resting close to yours. He was still smiling, and with absolutely no fear, reached to grab your cold and currently freezing hand.
The frost stopped spreading and realizing that made you even angry.
"I like knowing that when I leave, you'll miss me." There was humor in his tone, and his fingers ran through the back of your hand. His eyes were shining particularly bright.
"My heart is incapable of such thing." You mumbled, staring right back at him. You wondered what Viego saw when he looked at your face. What with the way your eyes shone could possibly tell him when the only things you've been able to express for years were sorrow and anger.
He laughed, steeping forward. He was broader and taller than you, but you held your head high. You knew he was not trying to intimidate you, hadn't since he arrived and wouldn't start then, but the reflex was stronger than you. The instinct to fight and defend and respond was always at the back of your head, even if tended to be dormant around the Ruined King.
Viego was smiling when he lifted a finger to caress your chill cheek.  
To feel your heart drumming against your chest once again was a wonder.
"That's not true, is it my Queen?" Viego's voice was silk, coming out in a whisper that smelled of camomile and honey. His finger traced your cheekbone, ran down to your cupids brow and lower lip and the intake of breath you took was louder than necessary.
You were sure your cheeks were reddening, but you would have liked to tell yourself it was out of anger rather than bashfulness. Viego slouched his hand gingerly against your entire cheek when he gave one last step forward, getting his body as close to yours as possible without directly touching you.
You felt angry. You wanted his touch. You didn't want him near you. You were suspicious still. You were infatuated. You were delighted your heart was hammering again and not out of rage. You were so sad.
"My heart has no flame left, Viego." You whispered numbly, reaching up to hold his shirt where hip met waist. Your fingers clenched and frost climbed upon Viego's clothes, possibly freezing his skin.
He didn't seen to care. He kept looking at you, smile fading slowly until his stare was curious, strong, trusting. He kept looking at you for what felt like an eternity and you looked back, gaze jumping from different points on his face, trying to understand, trying to see.
"That's not true, Y/N." He repeated, emphatically, and leaned forward until his lips were touching yours delicately. You sighed, your cold breath forming mist in the air as frost touched his lips, but he didn't care.
Viego pulled you close until your bodies touched and he sighed against your mouth, like there was nothing more delightful to him than the freezing of his skin done from you. You took a deep breath form your nose, feeling the way your heart beat and your body heated up. There was no warmth inside of you that could light you ablaze anymore, but Viego was right. It wasn't true that there was no flame in your heart.
The goosebumps every time his skin brushed against your proved that.
He kissed you passionate, the frost eventually retreating back into yourself like a rewind of time. Viego held your cheek, carefully but confidently, and his mouth was the warmest thing you felt in years. His hands, then roaming down to your waist, were not far behind.
"I don't think" you whispered, when you parted to breath, though doubting Viego needed the breath "I am the only one being untrue. I am not your Queen, Viego." You tried not to sound bitter, tried to hold onto the good things trying to come alight again in your chest, but it was stronger than you. It was your nature.
The Ruined King seemed only partially irritated at your comment, but soon his furrowed brows gave place to a smile. Slowly, maybe wondering if you would accept the gesture, Viego kissed your cheek. Then the corner of your lips. Your eyelid, when you closed your eyes, and your nose.
"Let me show you, Y/N." His voice was low, and there was a smile to it. His hands were caressing your waist, waiting, but with just a tinge of impatient to it. "I'll show that you are my Queen. Let me worship you like the royalty you are." You opened your eyes, meeting Viego's fiery green ones. "Let me show you everything you deserve."
You had no reason to say no.
The next morning, Viego left without much ceremony from either part. His spectral mist followed him, and he disappeared in the clouds of darkness, looking behind only once, but still leaving you to your cold island and colder subjects.  
You felt less irritated or sad than you thought, and less numb than you imagined you would. Still, you kept your back straight, and your eyes looking ahead for much longer after he disappeared. You shed no tear, for even if was still so easy for you to cry, you wouldn't be the abandoned maiden, crying her despair alone in an ice castle.  
The wind picked up with your determination, snowflakes falling from the sky and frost spreading from the places you touched. Viego would come back to you, with or without his rightful queen. He would be back eventually, and the good thing about the cold is that it was unrelenting and patient.
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bewitchedleague · 1 year
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Yasuo and Talon receiving comfort.
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a/n; These two characters require a great deal of comfort, and I'll be happy to provide it. Requested work.
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Yasuo
    There were days when your swordsman would want nothing more than to hide from the world within his room, but you understood exactly why. It was no secret that Yasuo was troubled by his own history. Despite being strong, skilled with a sword, and experienced in battle, he nevertheless carries the human need to be cherished and desired. All he wants from you is a shoulder to cry on and soft touches on his face as you murmur him sweet nothings. Thanking you for being who you are and for not leaving him alone, he embraces you like you're made of glass. Yasuo dislikes being this vulnerable, but when it does, he discovers that he appreciates the comfort and security you give him by simply being there. You don't even need to say anything; he doesn't expect you to be able to solve his problems from the past. All he really wants is a lover who will be there for him through good times and bad, who will listen to him and still love him. He would initially be quite obstinate in the beginning of the relationship and keep you at a distance by insisting that nothing was wrong with him while he was obviously out of it. He felt scared at that particular moment. What if he frightened you off? or worse still? No. He couldn't bear to experience that sorrow once more, and he couldn't afford to lose another loved one in his life. But in the end, he realized he was precisely where he wanted to be and where he needed to be as he lay there in bed with you, his head resting on your chest while you ran your fingers through his unruly hair. A morning to die for.
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Talon
    Being a cold-blooded killer required giving up your own inner peacefulness. Talon would frequently experience nightmares about the people he had killed, and the weight of his blood-stained hands followed him wherever he went. He made multiple attempts to deal with it on his own, but he was never successful since he lived his life under the assumption that it was merely a disadvantage of being a member of the Du Couteau family. He had never known love and gentleness before, not even as a child, so when it came from you, he wasn't sure how to react because this was something he had never experienced before. Talon was brought up to believe that feelings like love were weaknesses to take advantage of or were just a distraction from one's main purpose. He just didn't get it. But right now, after experiencing a night terror, he does. His normally stiff muscles begin to relax during the embrace, and he can sense protection, caring, and perhaps even love? He is at a loss for words; his only response is to give you another hug while placing his face in the crook of your neck. His back is covered in wounds from the countless battles he has endured; you can see them all and feel them when you gently hum to calm him. He didn't require words; all he required was this: a drop of love in his sea of hopelessness.
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Hey, I could I maybe request headcanons for Ahri with an asexual s/o in a romantic relationship or qpr (your choice)? (I kinda get asexual vibes from Ahri too idk lol)
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Imagining Ahri with an asexual partner sounds like the most relaxing and liberating thing in the world to her.
She doesn’t have to be constantly afraid of losing control or needing to feed on your energy in any way, so she can just be a normal person with you.
That, alone, makes her the happiest she’ll ever be.
Whether she is in her human form, or her fox form, she loves cuddling in your arms and just chilling, no pressure put on her - Just a lot of affection, hugs and cuddles.
She’s the most at ease in your presence, and she loves that she can learn new things about humans and human interest from you - And she’ll even try cooking human food for you - Though she can’t really enjoy it properly, she hopes it will satisfy you.
Will let you cuddle her tails, knowing very well how soothing it is to be hugged and fall asleep around nine fluffy tails.
You never have nightmares when you’re sleeping with Ahri, and you will only have the sweetest dreams and restful sleeps.
Ahri isn’t one to talk a lot, much preferring listening to your stories, but if you insist, she will take out her orb and play around lazily with it while coming up with whatever story she wants to tell you - But only good ones, she doesn’t want to upset you.
Sometimes, she likes to play around with you and uses the tips of her tails to tickle you - She finds your giggle so sweet and adorable, so she’ll continue by tickling your sides with her fingers, only to finish by embracing you and nuzzling her nose in the crook of your neck.
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kanaosprotector · 2 years
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Jealousy Headcanons for Ahri and Xayah
Been playing more Ruined King and of course I had to do some more headcanons for Ahri and also decided to include Xayah because why not? She needs more headcanons anyway, and she’s awesome!
Anyways, onto the headcanons! Technically Gender-Neutral reader, but Ahri and Xayah were written with Male-Reader in mind, but can be read for either gender reader.
TW: Mentions of violence with Xayah’s part. Possessiveness in general, but also some nice fluff, and mentions of Ahri’s past. Jealousy in general
Jealous!Ahri:
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-Ahri is pretty possessive, that is a fact. Sure, most Vastaya are pretty possessive in general once they find their mates, the ones they swear to live their life with, but with Ahri it’s different. She had only one lover before you, and that turned out horribly, and before that she was alone mostly, a soul-devouring monster essentially, which means she wants you to stick by her.
-This doesn’t mean she is suffocating by any means though. It’s strange, but it’s like Ahri, just by looking at someone, can gauge whether she has a reason to feel possessive, or to be more specific, whether they may try to hit on you or not. Not only that, but she understands that there are times when you want to just be alone with a few friends, and she definitely respects that!
-However, when she’s actually jealous be prepared for this Vastaya to literally be glued to you. She’d be far more physical and handsy, her arms wrapped around your waist and smiling at the object of her frustration with an… almost mocking grin, like saying “I got something amazing, and you’ll never have this.” This is turned up to eleven when you’re married, and it gets to the point where Ahri straight up kisses you! Though not a fan of PDA most the time, and she cuts back on this if you aren’t either, but she just can’t help but give in to her instinct to show whose your girlfriend/wife.
-If you’re continuously bothered by someone be prepared for Ahri to actually be ready to fight. This is of course the last action she’d take, she doesn’t want to risk embarrassing you or anything, but if you’re followed, annoyed, and if the person is ballsy enough to actually touch you in a way which makes you uncomfortable? Yeah… It won’t be pretty, and you’ll have to be pulling her back yourself unless you want to hide a body or run from the village.
-In short, on a scale of 1-10, Ahri is a solid 8. She understands there are times when she has no reason to get jealous and so long she knows your female friends won’t try anything she won’t really be jealous, if anything understands, but when she is, needless to say you got quite a possessive Vastaya to deal with it. Still, there’s a secret to calming her down and that’s to just promise her bunch of cuddling and spending quality time together and she should calm down.
-Be sure to reassure her she’s the only one for you though, because she does in fact have a fear you’ll leave her. Bless her heart she tries to hide it, but when you say it she positively melts!
Jealous!Xayah:
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-Hard as heck to get jealous but when she does she’s 10X worse than Ahri and chances are someone is getting maimed. Seriously, Xayah is a confident woman. She knows you truly do love her else she would never have agreed to be with you, and she expects this trust back of course, but if she sees someone try to hit on you, she’ll roll her eyes and just watch amused as you brush them off. Not only that but, just like Ahri, she knows you have your own friend group, so after a bit of talking to with them, she doesn’t really mind.
-Of course, the problems begin when, despite you brushing them off, they still try to hit on you. Xayah is just straight up dumbfounded at first on how thick someone can be, because they’d have to be blind to be able to delude themselves to that point. Of course, the shock at their stupidly turns into anger at their insistence, and then she actually forces herself into your conversation.
-It’s obvious she doesn’t like them from the start, and she makes it known. She glares harshly at the person and all but saunters over to you, her feathers all but bristling at the cheek of the person in front of her, but other than a harsh glare, she just ignores the person and asks you “Is anything the problem Mieli/Miela?”
-Honestly, Xayah can be honestly terrifying when she wants to be. The way her glare straight up darkens as the person continues to try and hit on you is… something. To her credit she does try to hold herself back… for about a minute or so, and after that she just turns, grabs your hand and just drags you away, and this is the best case scenario if she doesn’t want to cause a scene for whatever reason.
-If she does or has been frustrated before… feathers start flying, blood spills, and a fight probably kicks off. If Xayah knows you can take care of yourself she probably focuses on teaching the person that hit on you a lesson, and if not or she feels you may get ganged up on for whatever reason, she swallows up her anger, leaves the person with a warning, and makes a swift escape with you. She does joke about it when it’s all finished, though if you were to tease her about it, she would 100% just roll her eyes… though she’s definitely blushing, trust me.
-In short, Xayah would be either a 2/10 due to the lack of jealousy she feels most the time, or a 9/10 because just how angry she can get that someone’s trying to take you for themselves even though you’re not (or at least better not be) showing any interest back, but at the very least it doesn’t happen a lot and you two probably share a laugh and simply settle for holding each other close once all is said and done.
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kagakuoniryu · 2 years
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Hi! may I request hc or scenario (whichever you are more comfortable) About swain x fem reader where reader likes swain but hears around that swain and leblanc have a thing so she stops pursuing swain and entertains her suitors instead to which swain didn't like. In short, jealous swain. Thank you 🥺
Synopsis :
Fem. Reader hear swain and leblanc are a thing and start to entertain new people, much to swain's displeasure
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headcanon
Warning :
Swain is jealous, reader think she don't have a chance with swain
A/N :
I'm not too familiar with swain's and leblanc's lore so it might have some misinterpretation coming from me, I hope I won't get it wrong and you'll be able to enjoy it!
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You don't even remember when you started to like swain
You were among the noble women in noxus, and has for destiny to marry a noble man from a similar or higher rank as you
But you weren't interested in your suitor at the time, so to gain time you got interested in war
Under swain's command, that's how you met him
He knew how to lead people on the battlefield, and what started as a little crush became love
But swain wouldn't notice you, no matter how much effort you decided to put into it
Until a battle in Ionia which made him unable to fight ever again
Luckily he didn't died, but you haven't saw him since you're back from war
Your parents started to bother you about mariage once again but it wasn't on your mind
One day you got news from swain, he knew your loyalty for him and asked you to help him win noxus back
You didn't needed much, for you it was already a yes, and so, in one night, the general Jericho Swain also became the emperor of noxus
Like a lot of people who helped him you got a high position alongside swain, you even started to interact daily because you helped him
Until the black rose found an interest to play with swain
A young pale and beautiful women, named leblanc came as an assistant too
That's when things started to change
Swain was seen more with Leblanc than you, and people started to wonder if the two of them were a thing, maybe they saw in leblanc the face of the next empress
A lot of men also liked the idea of swain not being with you, you may have served to war, you were among the most beautiful noble women, and the only one who were still single
You always dismissed your suitor to stay with swain, but now that leblanc and him were growing closer and closer you didn't wanted to be a third wheel
And for the first time with swain you gave up, the rumors could be right after all, maybe you're pinning for a man who don't care about you and is already in a relationship
And since with time you got many men ready to marry you on the spot you decided to entertain some of them
But they all had something in common, they all had something that reminded you of swain, it wasn't easy to forget someone you loved for so long
Swain on the other hand became more and more tense, you didn't passed all your time with him anymore and it made him restless, he couldn't admit it for the life of him but he grew attached to you
That's when he decided to send a crow or two to check on you, maybe he was wrong about you and you were selling information about it, or you were blackmailed and couldn't talk to him about it?
But his crow reported none of that, actually, they only reported that you were out? On a date?
Swain thought you liked him, and he was right in a sense, but seeing you with other men started to made him think that maybe you weren't that interested
The next time you were at work with him he dismissed everyone except you, asking for an explication for all your absences
You told him the truth, that you started to see men, since you were finally in age of mariage, and that you wanted a nice relationship just like he and leblanc had
He asked you to repeat yourself, and so you did, swain corrected you, leblanc want to use him and he want to use her for the sake of noxus, nothing more ; since he was met with silence he admitted that, in the end, you're the one he like
It was your turn to ask him to repeat himself and he did, asking you to join him for dinner that night
And so you did, and started your relationship with him
Now his crow have been ordered to attack any man who'll try to court you
If you ever say anything about it he'll tell you he isn't jealous, just protective
~hope you'll like it~
🌸Request are open🌸
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Vi Using a Special Strap-on On You
Pairing: Vi x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, artificial cum, rough sex, strap-on use, Vi can feel everything
A/N: Hey did you know you can make artificial cum?! Like for sex only?!
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She's barely used strap-ons let alone those with who she can actually feel you, really feel you clenching around her like it's a real cock. It's super sensitive too so every time you squeeze around her you watch her eyes roll back into her head. She needs a minute to regain her focus or else she's gonna bust right away.
"Shit, shit fuck! Okay, I... I need a bit, oh my gods can you stop feeling so good? Is this what they mean by coming too soon cause damn I didn't think it'd be this hard. Damn it, I said give me a break!"
Vi pushes your hips down because clearly her words aren't reaching you. It's too much fun to tease her like this. You can see her control breaking little by little, it won't be long until she's fucking you into the bed to hard your bones turn to mush.
"Stubborn. Just like me. Guess that's why you and I fit so well together huh, sweetheart. We're both made of stronger stuff but I wonder how strong you'll be when I get serious about this?"
Like you predicted, Vi completely loses herself in your love making, spurred on by pussy squelches and moans and your nails raking across her back. The only thing that's keeping her from fully losing her mind is that she wants to be conscious enough to see her cum dripping out of you when she's done.
"I can't wait to fill you up. Bet you... you'll look so sexy. Mmm, you can squeeze now, fuck... so tight, so tight, oh fuck. So good for me, good girl, yes! I can't I need to fucking breed you right now."
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nagazmulagan · 4 months
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DISTANT RIVER. 🫧
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...i still feel the chill
as i reveal my shame to you...
it just seemed that no matter how far he'd go, all roads eventually brought him to you; his river of life, overflowing with desire and unexplainable glow. in his eyes - you were a deity, and he; a mere follower. and yone was about to show you once again how you should be treated for the whole eternity.
— heartsteel yone x reader smut, established relationship, reader is afab, kinda modern au, kinda kpop related activities, a little bit of praise and teasing, missionary, kitchen counter fucking??, kinda sequel to my previous post, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, mentions of cervix fucking, sweet aftercare, sweet yone, i just love yone, not proofread.
an: this wouldn't exist if one of you anons wouldn't compliment my work!! thank you for the support and i love you so much. i hope you will like this one as much as you liked the previous one 🫶 btw i wrote this late at night before sleep lol also i kinda feel that the end is meh
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"you're going on a tour? again?", you sighed, looking at your significant other with annoyed gaze. "you've already been on a few. is this really necessary?", you asked, grasping yone's hand and pulling him towards you, and he lowered his gaze. "i'm sorry, love. i have no control over it, and if it were up to me, i wouldn't go. but i cannot just ditch my work, sugar", yone said, caressing your cheek with his free hand.
"i know, i'm sorry, i just don't want you to be far away from me for such a long time", you replied, leaning into the idol'd touch. it was hard for you to accept the situation. no one would be satisfied if they had so little time with their beloved as you did with yone. you supported him, obviously, occasionally scolding him because of his training and work ethic, which made you spend less and less time with him. yone always tried to make up for the time lost, though. if he was somewhere overseas, he brought you every souvenir that he'd think you like or anything that reminded him of you. he also texted you almost all the time when he was staying longer at the studio to create a new masterpiece with his band members.
yone placed a light kiss on your forehead, stopping your train of thought. "i'm going to leave tomorrow morning and probably be back in two weeks. i feel bad about leaving you here all by yourself.", yone said, taking both of your hands into his own and placing another feather-like kiss to the tip of your nose. you sighed quietly, looking right into his eyes. "then i'd like to make as much as i can of our time together.", you whispered, letting go of his hands and closing the distance between you two.
you kissed yone. and through the kiss, both he and you could feel the yearning and longing that you've felt. the swordsman's hands travelled down your body, caressing every curve he found. he held your chin and deepened the kiss, making you release a quiet moan, which now made yone sure about your intentions. he pulled away for you for a second, his gaze meeting yours. yone placed his forehead on yours, swiftly kissed you again, and then he picked you up by your tights, squeezing then a little harshly, which made you hold your breath.
you wrapped your limbs around him, letting yone support your weight entirely. where he was heading - you didn't know, but your first good guess was any sturdy surface; and that happened to be the kitchen counter. and as soon as yone placed you on top of it, his lips found the way to yours once again. he kissed you with such a fervour that you could barely keep up with breathing. you placed your hands behind his neck, and he moved his mouth on your cheek, making a trail of kisses to your ear. "then i shall make it so remarkable that it will be the only thing on your mind for the next week.", yone whispered right into your ear, the he lighly nibbed your earlobe.
yone wasn't usually the type who would talk dirty in bed - he would praise you most of the time. but when he did, then oh boy; you'd practically feel a whole ocean flowing down from your center. and this time wasn't different - barely one sentence almost made you soaked in your own juices, and yone didn't even touch you properly.
the idol moved his kisses down your neck, unbuttoning your blouse slowly at the same time. he was so delicate - like you'd break if he pressed too hard. after he was done with the buttons, he gently took the clothing off you, and threw it onti the floor; which was unusual. yone was always proper and a perfectionist, so this action made you realise that he wants it as badly as you do.
with the new uncovered area, the swordsman was quick to get his hands all over yours, his touches getting more and more impatient. he massaged your arms, never stopping his assault of kisses down your body. his mouth stopped at your bra – a pretty, red laced piece. yone, realising that the bra is the only thing keeping you hidden away from his lusting gaze, with just a swift move, torn your bra off. "hey, that was one of my favourites, yone!", you exclaimed, which only made him chuckle. he placed his head between your breasts, his hands sliding down to your waist. "and i can buy you thousands of them. though, i definitely prefer to see you without anything keeping your beauty from me, darling." was his only reply before his tongue latched itself on one of your nipples and his teeth brushing over, which made you moan. yone didn't want to leave the second one unattended, so one of his hands started to knead gently the flesh and pinch your other nipple.
you can't deny – it felt amazing, but it wasn't enough for you now. if he was supposed to be gone for so long, you wanted him to be in each and every part of your body, until your senses and thoughts would become only yone. he seemed to realise this, too. after a while more of tending to your breasts, he pulled back to take a good look at you and your exposed upper body. and you swear that the bewildered look on yone's face was something you'd cherish forever. the swordsman could admire your beauty for hours – but he knew that he'd better start tending to the other parts of your body; for example, your pussy.
yone could tell that the cotton fabric of your panties and the jeans have been slowly becoming uncomfortable, his first instinct was to take them off you as quickly as possible – and he was just about to do that, when your hands stopped his antics. he pulled away from you, once again, worried that he'd crossed some kind of boundary. "am i moving too fast? i'm sorry, love, i-", you shut him up quickly, placing your palm over his. "no, no, absolutely not. that is not the case. it's just- i will be naked soon, and you are still fully clothed..", you said, suddenly bashful. yone felt as if a weight was lifted of his shoulders – if he'd ever hurt you, that was something he would never forgive himself for.
but yone understood your request – you wanted him to strip too. he quickly undid his top and bottom, revealing his well defined muscles. he looked just like a greek god, if not better; you've never seen anyone look as perfect as he did. a creature without flaws, he was, ready to serve you and make every of your wishes come true. "i suppose that now i can match you, right?" you whispered, still ogling his chest. in that aspect, you were no better than any of his fans.
desperate for this to move further quickly, you quickly unbuttoned your pants, taking them off very fast with yone's help, along with your socks. now all that was left on you were your laced red panties, matching with your bra. yone smirked, and teased you. "it's almost like you'd expect this to happen." he moved you to the very end of the counter and kneeled before you, placing his head between your legs. with your panties still on, he began placing butterfly kisses and a few hickeys on the delicate skin of your thighs, bringing himself closer and closer to your core, when the burning feeling was beginning to feel overwhelming. and when he finally slid the last piece of attire of your body, you took a deep breath as yone opened your legs and, as if he was testing the waters, gave your pussy one, swift lick.
"yone", you breathed, feeling the heat finally being taken care of. he sucked your clit hard, occasionally going lower and plunging his tongue into your hole. his mouth felt so good, and the way yone was keeping his eyes on you made you get lost in your own pleasure. "you taste so good, sweetheart, i could spend hours between your legs", yone groaned against your cunt, and you just moaned in response. yone seemed ti be satisfied with this. but when you thought this couldn't get any better, his tongue focused solely on your clit, while his fingers slowly started to pump into your hole. now this was just pure bliss – and it didn't take long for you to come.
you moaned his name, your fingers getting lost in his hair, pulling the loose strands into every direction. yone let you ride your orgasm on his tongue and fingers, and when you were done, he made sure to clean you up good with his mouth. the bare sight of this almost made you come once again – yone was just so effortlessly hot. and when he was satisfied with the outcome, he dragged his mouth up through your clit, tummy and chest, arriving finally on your neck, where he placed a small kiss. yone closed the distance between you again and held you close to him, his hands caressing your figure once more.
and as good as it felt – it wasn't enough for you. there was something primal, something deep inside of you that just made you realise that you want his cock buried deep inside of you. "yone, please.", you pleaded, only for him to respond teasingly. "please what, love?", he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. "please fuck me, yone. i want to feel you inside me." you whimpered – and that was all yone needed to hear.
he hoisted you up into his arms once again, this time heading to your shared bedroom. and when you arrived, yone gently put you down on the bed. he took of his boxers, revealing his hard member. it wasn't your first time together – but seeing his length always made you impressed. even his cock looked good; this man had absolutely no flaws. yone obviously noticed that you're staring, but he didn't seem to mind. he slided his hand over his dick a few times before joining you in bed, positioning himself and flicking the tip of his member a few times over your clit, making you release a few quiet moans.
"love, are you ready?", he asked, placing a kiss on your forehead, nose and lips, respectively. "always.", you replied, bringing your hips down just so you could feel his cock again. and you didn't have to wait long – soon, yone began thrusting into you with a steady pace. he was girthy enough to deliciously abuse your g-spot and lenghty enough for his tip to kiss your cervix. you couldn't stop your moans – after all, why would you? you wanted yone to know just how good he makes you feel. every time you at least breathed sharply, yone thrusted harder; that's how responsive he was to every sound you made.
all you could focus on were yone's groans and sharp breaths and your own pleasure. after a while, the swordsman's pace continued to get faster and harder, until he let out a sound close to a growl, which made you realise that he'll probably reach his own peak. but you didn't want it to end so soon – the way he was filling you up, it was like your body was just perfectly moulded for him. but the tip brushing over the cervix definitely wasn't enough for your primal urges, and those were the only one in your mind now. "yone, please, cum inside me", you whimpered. the man seemed to be in the same state as you were - nearly breaking your hips down with the force he was fucking you with.
it didn't take you long to come again. you never were a screamer – but this was just so good, you couldn't help yourself and released the sound along with your juices, covering yone's cock and clenching on it. and soon enough, he came too – deep inside of you, just as you asked. you both collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted from the intense physical activity. after your and your significant other's breath calmed down, yone was quick to embrace you from behind, his sticky, sweat covered chest against your back.
"are you alright, sweetheart?", yone asked, playing with your hair. the only reply you could muster was a mere "mhm", though it seemed to satisfy yone enough. "i'm sorry that i'll be far away from you again. i'll try to ask and see if i can take you with me, love." he murmured against the crook of your neck. you turned to your side, facing him. "it's okay, i understand. i'll miss you, but i know you will come back to me.", you said, caressing his perfect face and then moving onto his silky white hair. "i love you. i'll get you some water and then we'll go get you all cleaned up, m'kay?", he smiled faintly, ready to get out of the bed any second, and you just nodded and smiled in response.
and this was all you wanted – for your lover to make love to you hard and take care of you before his departure. and now at least you could be sure that even if he won't remain with you physically, then at least the memory of yone hovering over you will be enough to satiate your needs at least for some time.
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[ OCT 7 ] - Louder
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[ Kinktober prompt ] - Begging
[ Pairing ] - Vi x Reader 18+
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You should of known something was up when her arms wrapped around your waist, her face digging into the crook of your neck for any warmth. Her cold hair tickled your neck, water droplets from the shower she just had now transferring onto your skin making you shiver.
“Vi.” You gasped, feeling the cold now shivering through your whole body. She only laughed against your skin, her lips attached to the skin on your neck, gently biting and sucking until you could see the small red mark in your body. Your head fell against her shoulder, giving her more space to work with as you exhaled, the warmth quickly returning to your body. “Vi, please.”
Your grabbed onto her wrists, slowly but surely guiding them downwards from your waist and closer to where you wanted her.
“Please?”
She groaned against your neck, biting slightly harder before she slid her hand into your shorts. Her other hand wriggled out of your grasp and went under your, or rather her, hoodie. Her nails scratches gently, enough to have your breathing hitch and hips Buck.
“Baby, please.”
She complied, fingers moving through your slit before they focused solemnly on your clit. Your hips bucked again, the hand under your hoodie playing with your hardened nipple as you breathed deeply.
“So wet already?”
“Oh-” you gasped. “Please, more.”
“More?” She laughed in your ear, still biting your sensitive skin as she toyed with your clit. Your arms reached out to hold the kitchen counter for support, eyes closing when she sped up. “Beg for it.”
“God please.” Your hips bucked with her hand, a silent plead for more. “Please, Violet. Please, please. Fuck me, please.”
She chuckled and complied, her fingers entering your pussy without a warning before she started thrusting in and out of you. Your legs soon were to give up regardless, but she sensed it and wrapped one strong arm around your waist so you wouldn’t fall.
“Louder.” She whispered against your ear, chuckling even more when you did in fact get louder. “Good girl, that’s it, cupcake. Just like that.”
“God you sound so pretty when you beg.” Your moans were all over the place, hips frantically bucking in search for your release you oh so craved from her. You needed to cum so badly, but the second you showed any sign Vi took her hand away.
“Noooo.” You whined, looking up at your very smug looking girlfriend. “Please, Violet. I’ll be good just please let me cum.”
“Since you asked to nicely.” She kissed down your neck again as her fingers curled into your pussy relentlessly, assaulting your g-spot until you could barely breathe anymore. She got close to your ear eventually when she felt you clench around her fingers, mimicking your moans and pleads into your own ear.
The knot snapped in your stomach almost immediately, your mouth opening up to form a silent ‘O’ as your orgasm ripped through your body. She guided you though it, fingers eventually slowing down until you were completely off your high.
Your back leaned lazily against her front, eyes half-lidded as she took her fingers out of you. One of her hands came up to your neck while the other went into your mouth.
“Taste yourself for me, darling.”
You hummed, licking her digits throughly until she took them out, mouth kissing all over your face with praises leaving her lips every so often.
“God, I love you.” You laughed, receiving a slight chuckle and a kiss before she stun you around.
“I love you too.”
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THE END
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zaceouiswriting · 2 years
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The Wanderer and The Boss
Character: Sett x male reader
Universe: League of Legends
Warnings: None
Author note: Okay my first video game character. Maybe the first of many? We will see! Have fun with this one!
Weeks had gone by, night and days, storms, and even some falling stars. Following only a feeling, that overcame in a thought - A dream so far away, that it needed to be found. Only a light pathing a way, to this ominous place. Walking over frozen lakes, climbing the highest of mountains - and when the bodily energy went low, asking an earth spirit to carry you.
The only food you really needed was the light itself, didn’t matter if it was the sun or the moon. Both filled your body with everything you needed. Which didn’t mean that you wouldn’t love something else to eat.
As you came further to a city in a land unknown to you, the spirit slowly vanished, fearing someone might see it. Not having a problem with this, because your energy was quite high again, you thanked the spirit and let it go back again. Promising to bring it gifts soon.
Only with your trusted stick, do you walk further, meeting new interesting people, and beings, some of you never thought existed. All of it was a complete shock for you. Being kept in walls, never getting the opportunity to see the world. Caged into a golden prison, just because of your blood.
It took you one more month to see all the failures your own homemade with its land and people. The air in this place was clean, filled with magic, something your home began to lose, but was needed desperately.
People lived in harmony with nature, taking only what they needed, and even when they go a little bit over, they are giving the exact amount back, or sometimes even more.
With the falling down forests of your home, back in your mind, a sudden sadness overcame you. Your people weren’t bad, just not educated in these kinds of things. But after you were born, in the moment of absolute darkness, they hoped for a savior. Not only for the state your home was in, but also as a protector against the Noxian armies, slowly creeping onto your borders.
Getting out of these walls, that had kept you, prisoner, all your life, was the only right thing you could’ve done. Your home would be able to hold the conquerer at bay for a long time. Until you return - at least you are hoping so.
Finally, after living in the lands, with multiple different small towns and traveling tribes, to learn about their way of living, you came to an enormous city. Not as big as the one you grew up it, not even close, but still big for what you have seen so far.
The walls looked old, never maintained, as much as most of the city did. For the first time on your entire journey, you felt out of place. The cloak you were wearing, an ever-white one, a spell upon it, so it would never get dirty, a black suit with gold and silver embroidery, that also included your family crest, underneath it. 
Still, no one really batted an eye at you. Not even when you got your hood down,  your mesmerizing silver eyes and especially long sharp ears. Your face looked like any other person, mostly humans. Golden earrings, in which were special stones embedded, that could hold your own magical powers.
Your right ear, is full of golden chains, from the top to the earlobe. Where a moon-like pendant hung down. While on the right side, only a sun-like pendant was with many stones embedded in it. All of them glistened on both pendants. Showing off, that you felt uneasy.
The longer you walked through the city, the more people began to look at you strangely. You knew for a fact, that none of them ever saw someone like you. Not many of your kind were still alive, after everything that had happened.
At least until, you were able to hear a crowd cheering, screaming in bloodlust, that not only got your attention but also the attention of everyone else.
Slowly you walked closer to the place. A big man, guarding the door, asking for money to enter. You could understand him, as you were able to do it with everyone, but chose to ignore his words. Just entering the place. As you walked by, you could see his dumbstruck face but didn’t do anything really. Maybe it was your eyes, or the fact, that you easily walked past him.
But you knew that he felt at peace a moment later.
Getting into the place, you realized it was an arena the moment, blood was everywhere.
In an instant, you got ported back in time, to the moment you saw the unthinkable. Playing with your older brothers, father, and mother in the central gardens of your home, before hearing a hiss and blood getting everywhere, followed by your father falling down dead, absolutely motionless. Shortly after, your entire family was gone and you came out after, killing the soldiers that had done that, destroying their souls in the process.
As you come back, you only could see one of the men, a rather large muscular build. Extremely cocky - dead on the floor. His soul slowly crept out of his body. Holding out your hand, the entire atmosphere in the place changed. Air thicker with magic. The stones in your ears, vibrating with you together, as you whispered for most people, forgotten words. The souls you had just seen, a white little shine in them, represented his good nature - slowly getting back into his body. Healing his injuries in the process.
Seeing this man, punched into a pulp standing up again, completely unharmed was magical. But not the first time you did it.
But the opponent was more than confused, his eyes roaming the stands until they fell on you. As fast as you could, you put your hood back on and walked back to the guy who had let you in.
Coming standing right in front of him, you hold your left hand on his chest, while your right hand came to lay on his left leg. A flood of magic ran through his body, helping him heal. But because he wasn’t a magic user himself, you needed to take it all back.
„Thank you for letting me in, for a moment,“ you whispered slightly. Embarrassed by your voice. „Is the owner of this place a half Vastaya?“
The man nodded strangely. Feeling better, but still confused about what was happening. „Perfect, his mother is alive, right?“ He nods again. „Even better, give him that, his mother will know what to do with it.“ You handed the man a small velvet bag. „And this one is for you, in it is a stone, every day for at least a month, you will take a bit of it, grind it into dust and mix it with honey and terabelt. After that, your sickness should be cured.“
Not long after you left the man standing there in the front of the arena. With two small velvet bags. Your hood deeper into your face, so no one, would see anything, walking off.
Behind you were steps, at least for a moment. As you glanced back, there was the man from the arena, that had looked at you, with an angry questioning look. But before he could see where you went, you jumped into another street. The man was handsome, maybe too much for his own good. Your heart is racing, jumping In excitement.
Which was the moment, that you decided to stay there for a while. How bad could it become? [Masterlist]
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ghostkinnie · 2 years
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♡ LOL character favorite kissing spot ♡
They love kissing your face everywhere
Akshan, EZREAL, Rakan, Brand, AHRI, Miss Fortune, NEEKO
They love kissing your cheeks
Garen, JAYCE, Talon, AKALII, Ash, Taliyah, Xayah
They love kissing your forehead
Aatrox, Lee Sin, MORDEKAISER, Xin Zhao, SAMIRA, Rell, Vladmir, Vayne, Thresh
They love kissing your temples
Darius, Pyke, SHEN, Morgana, Senna, CAITLYN
They love to kiss your hands
JHIN, Lucian, Swain, ZED, Sejuani, DIANA
They love kissing your neck
Graves, SYLAS, Elise, EVELYNN, Leona, Sivir
They love kissing the tip of your nose
Aphelios, VIKTOR, Varus, Gwen, JINX, Seraphine
They love kissing your shoulders
Kassadin, Pantheon, YONE, Katarina, Syndra, IRELIA
They love kissing your lips
Draven, KAYN, Viego, EKKO, Lux, Zyra
You are entirely their favorite kissing spot
SETT, Twisted Fate, Tryndamere, YASUO, Kai'sa, VI
They don't have lips to kiss you sorry-
Thresh haha
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