#league of legends imagines

[angelltheninth]

Biker Sevika Saves from a Rival Biker Group

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, protectiveness, teasing, kissing for cover, threats, getting into fights, suggestive

A/N: I've met quite a few bikers, a lot of stories, a lot of them sound too crazy to be real but they are entertaining stories.

Biker!Sevika runs her biker gang like a really tight group. Everyone knows there are rules, that she's the one in charge, and what happens when they break them. It's almost funny how quiet a place goes when she and her friends ride in and order drinks. They get quite a few looks, some whispers and then everyone starts talking again, but everyone noticed them.

Biker!Sevika always shows off her mechanical arm but never uses it for arm-wrestling contests. She can beat anyone without it in any contest, even a race. There was a time where she had to drive with one arm so she's learned quite a few tricks, and yes they all attract the ladies, she's well aware of that.

Biker!Sevika keeps an eye out in any place she and her fellow bikers stop at. They have quite a reputation and have gotten into many drawls both in and outside of bars they visit. Some they're even banned from, the others use them for more business. The one you go to is one of their favorite places actually so you've heard quite a bit about them, especially their leader.

Biker!Sevika can drink quite a lot and still drive her motorcycle just fine. This tolerance comes from all the drinking contests she's won, but of course sometimes she has to stop and puke at the side of the road in order to keep driving. This gets her a bit of teasing from everyone but nothing that crosses a line.

Biker!Sevika is well aware of how hot she is and is used to getting looks and offered drinks. But she also knows the signs when someone is being dishonest in their intentions with them. She sees you with a few members of the biker gang she beat up before, knows they're all jerks and horny idiots who are often pushy as well. She can be all those things too, but at least she's got consent before hand. Well maybe not for being a jerk part.

Biker!Sevika wraps her arm around you and starts talking to you about her motorcycle, asking of you wanna go for a ride. You know who she is but you've never talked to her before, and this interruption seems to annoy the big biker group in the bar too. Tensions rise quickly and before you know it the two biker groups are staring each other down.

Biker!Sevika knows what's about to go down and tell you to take cover somewhere. However she asks for a good luck kiss before the fight starts. Luckily you didn't like the other guys too much and figured it'd be a good blow to their egos. As soon as you pulled away she stepped in front of you and signaled her group to start punching.

Biker!Sevika beat up quite a few of them, dragging the ones who were bothering you towards you and forcing them to apologize to you before she knocked them out. There's no need to worry about the damages, she's got those covered already. Not the ones to the people that were beat up though. She offers a new round of drinks to those left standing, which everyone takes of course.

Biker!Sevika has her arms around you the whole time in case anyone else tries to make a move on you. She wouldn't blame them, you're a good looking woman, she would have probably made a move on you too at some point. Does the kiss from earlier count? If not she can always ask for another one.

Biker!Sevika does eventually take you for a ride but it's not just on her motorcycle. It was then that you learned that everyone talking about her riding skills aren't just talking about it while she's on the road. She considers herself really lucky that she got to go home with a pretty little lady like yourself. Do you have an interest in motorcycles perhaps?

[ioniansunsets]

with all this new HEARTSTEEL stuff; i urgently NEED a scenario where f!reader is in the studio helping Kayn write a song or even Kayn doing a verse for reader!

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Writing Songs With/For You ✖

✖ Word Count: 564

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I decided to make it a scenario of Kayn writing a solo song in his room with you instead of one with Heartsteel in the studio, I think it feels a little more personal? Cuter? I hope I didn't make him too OOC >< I kept in mind that he was Heartsteel's rapper and instrumentalist. EDIT: There is now a Part 2, Here EDIT2: The confession in reference is here.

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" Mmm...what rhymes with Love? Ugh, how does Aphelios do this!"

You couldn't help but laugh at your lover. He sits by his computer, face scrunched up in frustration. His hands tapping a steady rhythm on the desk, a tune playing in his head but no words to go with it. He spends a good few minutes whining and groaning as he types, deletes, pauses and does it all over again. Suddenly, he stops, turning to look at you.

" Babe come here I need you."

He turns to the you sitting on his bed. An arm out, inviting you close. As you walk over, he quickly pulls you in, dragging you onto his lap. His head leaning on your shoulder. Affectionately nuzzling his face into your neck, seemingly trying to shake away his writer's block. His hands leaving the keyboard to wrap around your waist. Slowly he relaxes. A soft tune? He's humming a song against your skin as his fingers play an imaginary instrument on your waist. As his feet tap out a beat he finally lets go of you. Words now coming to him in a perfect rhyme as he whispers his new song. A smile now on his face.

" Mmm~ I love you my muse, you're just so good for me you know that? The way holding you clears my head."

He laughs loudly, giving you a charming smile as he starts furiously typing on the computer. You giggle at his cute outburst, turning to look at the screen, slowly reading and digesting the words he typed. The scenario suspiciously reminiscent of your conversation with him when he first confessed to you. Wait, was this a love song about you? The feelings and emotions captured almost perfectly. Is that him writing about not being able to sleep the night before because he was so excited just to be in love with you? It almost feels like a sin reading the things he typed. It felt so deeply personal to him.

" Kayn? Is this about us?"

As you tease him, his face confirms it. His shit eating grin of pride from writing a good verse now turning into an awkward shocked look as a blush rises up his face. He has been caught in the act it seems. Forgetting that by having you on his lap means you have a very clear view of his screen.

" Ah! Get off me this is why I work alone!"

He tries to shake you off his legs, arms wrapping around you as he tries to lift you up. You let out a chuckle as you hold him tightly, refusing to let go. Reassuring him that you love it. He grumbles, your reassurance turning his embarrassment into a cheeky smile. Laughing, he effortlessly picks you up in a princess carry. Dropping you on the bed a few steps behind him. He climbs on top of you, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before lightly caressing your cheek and getting off.

" Now give me some space, a musical rockstar genius is at work! I'll show it to you when I think its good enough. Go go!"

He shoos you away, asking for privacy as he laughs and continues typing away. You can't help but smile as you see how happy he is now compared to his frustration from earlier. How lucky you were to have him.

[liliesinrequiem]

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A/N: Have y'all heard 'Paranoia' yet? It's very good! I've been keeping it on repeat. Since the release of the song, I decided to post something LoL related. The motivation came back quite rapidly. I hope that y'all enjoy.

Pairing: Shieda Kayn x Reader

Summary: Kayn has grown sick and tired of having to protect you, Zed's child, and denies enjoying his job as a bodyguard.

CW: None

You walked through the path, ignoring the bodies that laid on it. Kayn didn’t fail to see the small smile on your face as he lowered his weapon. None of them had put up enough of a fight. “You seem to enjoy this,” he said. You remained quiet as you turned to look at him. That permanent smile was something that he wanted to wipe off your face. But he supposed that Zed’s orders hadn’t included that. It was just “get (Y/N) to the location safely and back.” 

“It’s an easy job.” Sure, it was. It would be easy if he had sent anyone but you. You were a bane to his existence at every turn. Kayn couldn’t simply do as he pleased with you at his side. Yoru safety took priority over everything else. 

“What do you mean?” you innocently asked him. His eyes trailed down to the dagger that hung from your hip. It wasn’t purely decoration. His Master hadn’t randomly gifted you a dagger. He knew that you could use it and that you could use it well. Yet, you always left it hanging by your side whenever Kayn traveled with you.

“You pretend to be weak,” he said. “(Y/N) is a weakling,” muttered Rhaast. Kayn’s eye twitched. Now wasn’t the time for the weapon to choose and talk. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with Rhaast being a nuisance. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said calmly as you turned around to keep walking. Kayn picked up the pace to walk next to you. “I don’t fight, Kayn. You do. It’s really as simple as that. Do you really want little ol’ me getting hurt when I can barely swing a dagger? What would my father say?” Your words made his jaw clench. You loved playing the ‘father’ card with him. 

“I’m sure that you’d never let something get that far,” he answered. In a real situation that called for it, he believed that you could do some damage with the dagger.

“You’re right, I suppose,” you said. He felt an ounce of satisfaction to hear you admit that you were smarter than you let on. “But I guess that I’d just ask you to deal with it since I never go anywhere without you trailing behind me.” The satisfaction died as quickly as it came and your smile was as wide as ever.

“What if I left you on your own when you went on missions?” he asked. He wondered if you ever considered how easy it would be to just abandon you. If you knew how he could just slip into the shadows and leave you to fend for yourself. He’d considered it more heavily today considering how you’d been pushing his buttons all day. You hadn’t lifted a single finger at all. Even as you nearly got hurt, you’d simply stepped to the side and let him create all the carnage. You were entirely at his mercy at all times because of the act you put on. The smile on your face faded and once more, his satisfaction returned. You slowed down a little as you thought. 

“Oh, then I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere,” you answered. Kayn would never admit it, but the answer filled him with gratification. You were reliant on him. You needed him to be able to travel and do things on ‘your own’. Without him, Zed would never let you leave. You then shrugged and the smile returned. “For a while, at least. I suppose I’d have to ask Father to find someone else to guard me.” Though you said it so sweetly, he knew that your words were honest to an extent. You were willing to do anything to annoy him.

“You wouldn’t,” he said. You looked at him. The malice in your smile was new. He could see the idea becoming more real by the minute. 

“Who says, Kayn? I’m sure that if I said that I needed a new bodyguard, a whole line would form of other men that have been waiting for the day that you choose to leave this post and replace you,” you taunted. He could already see the line of men just waiting to pounce on the chance of spending time with you. He was aware that so many of them were counting on the day that he’d given up on escorting you. The thought was revolting. “Besides, I don’t know why you act like you don’t enjoy this.” 

“You’re annoying, (Y/N).” He hated that you were right. He did enjoy it to a degree. Every time that the two of you went anywhere, there was a high chance that you’d encounter some form of danger that let him swing his weapon around. You gave him free reign in that matter and look at him, complaining about it.

“There’s no need to hide, Kayn. I know that you love my helplessness in battle. You love being able to swing around that talking weapon of yours,” you said. 

“I don’t enjoy it,” he said. He had to salvage some degree of dignity.

“Too bad,” you said. “You’ve always been my favorite bodyguard. But if you truly hate this job so much, I’ll ask Father to find someone new to travel with me.” Kayn stopped walking, but you kept going. Your audacity knew no bounds to the extent of feeling so sure to threaten him with something like that. To prevent you from walking away, Kayn grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. Both of your faces were so close that your noses could touch. 

“Do you really think your threats scare me?” he asked. “You need me more than you think. Anyone else would leave you in constant danger. I’m the only bodyguard worth having.” He got more frustrated. Did you not realize what he was capable of? He was better than the others. Zed would never give the job to anyone else. You seemed so pleased with his words that he realized that he’d fallen into your trap. 

“So you do admit to enjoying this job,” you said. He abruptly let go of you. “I always knew you did, Kayn.” 

You kept walking ahead and left him behind as he mulled over your words. How was it that you always got the upperhand over him?“Maybe if you worried less about your favorite,” said Rhaast. “We’d get more done.” 

“Shut up, Rhaast,” he said.

[paraliveimaginesblog]

As you all know, if you put hot men on stage and make them sing, I will fall for them

so uhhh if you guys are interested I've written specifically for Heartsteel!League boys on AO3 if you'd like to check it out here~

[sevikasangel]

❥๑𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 — poly! renata glasc and sevika as girlfriends.

including: poly! sevika x renata x f!reader

— contains: fluff, sfw, poly! relationship, f!afab reader, jealousy, overprotection, possessiveness, praising, mommy/mistress honorifics.

— a/n: when's it going to be my turn though? also big thanks to my dad for giving me inspo for the traffic cussing!

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚

❝and if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird

i'ma give you the world

i'ma buy a diamond ring for you, i'ma sing for you

i'll do anything for you to see you smile❞

renata is a gentle dom. the owner of the glasc company ensures that all your needs are tended, affectionate and financial wise. surprisingly enough, ms glasc craves the more domestic aspects of a relationship: she is nurturing, family oriented, an excellent cook, and she will crave to assume the role of your provider. with her line of work, age, and obscene amount of money, she could say she had lived enough wildness in her life. not a party animal at all. at this point, she just craves someone who will hang her blazer after she comes back home after a tiring day at work and will kiss her softly on the lips. after, you’ll both have dinner and she will exchange small conversation, gentle touches as she tells you about her day.

“i did miss you quite a lot, my sweetheart. i am sorry i’ve been so busy lately, but you know nobody can do my job. i promise i will arrange some exclusive time for you. uhum…maybe a week off, how does that sound? oh, darling, i am not trying to charm you up…i am always charming, though. how about that beach trip you were dying for? how does that sound, princess?”

renata is a bear hugger. her strong arms and big breasts are the perfect combo for you to feel warm and safe. she loves to lift you off the floor and spin around with you while peppering your face with kisses. she particularly loves when you wear summer dresses with thin straps. the way the skirt flows like a princess’ and the softness of your skin warm up her heart to no extent.

it takes a while in the relationship for renata to say i love you, but when she does, you can be sure that it’s completely honest and from the bottom of heart. she will have no problem voicing her feelings, as her love language varies between words of affirmation and gift giving.

and speaking of gifts…ms glasc loves to see her darling dressed in her money. she will give you her cooperative credit card and allow you to buy whatever your little heart desires. fancy dinners, expensive jewels, best designer clothes, makeup, lux trips…expect all of that from her.

this woman definitely puts her hand on your thigh while she is driving with her free one on the steering wheel. she will lean in to steal a kiss from you whenever the traffic lights go red. and yes…she cusses people out.

"fucking idiot! you are the owner of the street, huh? your mother must be a whore! *honks furiously* anyway…ah yes, darling…i do find this skirt of yours adorable."

loves it when you call her mistress and mommy. it softens her heart and it's an effective way to get something from her. you know you're her weak spot.

renata is into a soft, gentle form of pda. she loves holding your hand or wrapping her strong arm around your waist while she's talking to her business partners. her grip on you is protective, possessive even…people must know you are her darling and that you matter to her before thinking about messing with you. because messing with you means messing with her. and trust me…

nobody messes with renata glasc.

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

❝and if that mockingbird don't sing, and that ring don't shine

i'ma break that birdie's neck

i'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya

and make him eat every carat, don't fuck with dad❞

sevika is a brute. in many occasions, she will answer you in a raspy, seemingly impatient voice. your bubbly personality doesn't conflict with her stoic one quite a lot. though that doesn't mean sev doesn't love you. it's quite the contrary, actually. you can see how she always softens up whenever you are in sight. in her own way, yes...but it's still special.

she loves taking you out with her during gambling nights, she calls you her little luck charm. you don't like being alone so much so when renata is working late, you adore accompanying sevika to the last drop.

"my girl gives me so much luck, eh? if y'all keep staring at her, it's gon' be easier money for me...but don't go too far, or you know what will happen to you. last i checked hospitals here sucked ass, so don't crave to get your face bashed in, or your eyeballs ripped out..."

she is so overprotective and possessive over you and everyone knows it. her arm is always tightly wrapped around you as you sit on her lap. you love to snuggle up to her strong chest while she gambles. sevika isn't the type of person who will kiss and coo at you, but you don't mind it, she shows her affection in different ways.

sevika always blows the smoke of her cigar towards the opposite side of your face and she's not letting you take a drag from it. this is bad for you. insist all you want, she's not having it.

"this shit ain't for you, doll face. i am tough, i can handle it. you ain't getting no cigar, they're bad for you. you want something, i can get you some cocktail, but nothing too strong."

if someone messes around with you, they're getting beaten up to near death...or death, she doesn't care. when this one guy began getting too handsy with you, she crossed the bar in huge steps and smashed his face against the nearest wall repeatedly. you can still hear the sounds of his flesh thumping into your mind.

"wanna act all mighty and funny, huh? pick someone your fuckin' size. she is with me, she is mine. y'all better start understanding this crap, I'm not having any of your shit. come, doll face, let's go home."

sevika lets you wear her cloke on cold nights so you wouldn't catch a breeze. if you teased her for it, she'd just roll her eyes and tell you to shut up before she takes it back. also loves it when you wear her shirts at home, this has her wipped in no time.

we can say she's your own soft brute.

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 & 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

renata's affectionate and sweeter way contrasts perfectly with sevika's practical and brute personality. with renata you'll get the gentler hugs and the forehead kisses, with sevika you'll get thrown over her shoulder and carried to the couch to sit on her lap while she counts all the money she made in the day.

"very charming, renata...but ya know, it's my turn with bunny now. ya took her out to dinner, nice, now we're having a couple drinks. come join us...got that dumbass top shelf wine you love so much."

renata being so good with words is a perfect trait for when you need a shoulder. when you have a bad day, she will put you on her lap and assure you how loved you are and how everything is going to be okay. her soft lips smooch the soft skin of your face as her strong hands caress your arms.

sevika, on the other hand, demands you to tell her who made you cry so she can fuck them up for you. well, renata would too, but she's more subtle about it and will do it in secrecy. sevika doesn't do secrecy. if you just need her company, she will play a card game to distract your mind and she'll even let you win just to see that smile on your face.

cuddling time is the best. your favorite position is laying completely on top of renata while sevika hugs you from behind. you love feeling their warmth. sevika does steal you from renata in the middle of the night and shushes you when you grumble.

dates you have include strolling at the park for fresh air, fancy restaurants and bars, movie nights, and renata's personal fsvorite: mall trips. this way she can spoil both of her darlings rotten.

oh fuck, when they are both feeling jealous of you, you'd better be prepared...they're both possessive women and sometimes they are difficult to deal with. sevika is direct and blunt about it, doesn't hide her jealousy. renata on the other hand is quiet, seemingly unbothered even...however, you know better. her eyes could swallow someone alive as she's the quiet type of angry. you know what she's capable of...specially with all that power and access to illegal chemicals and poisons.

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[jojikawa]

I would love love LOVE to read some more of your Aatrox x reader story! if you'd be so kind ofc <3

Sure! I enjoy writing the romance so much!

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣

wc: 2.8k

tw: brief descriptions of violence, Tsundere Aatrox

Whenever Aatrox would retreat into his sword, by starving himself or by defeat, he had begun to dream.

It wasn’t too often when these dreams would occur but a small part of him would look forward to them. Anything was better than the claustrophobic prison of nothingness. In his slumber, he would dream. As a woman, he lived in a cottage, alone in the woods. There were no signs of fear, happiness, or anger. It was only him and a baby.

The dreams would always end with blood and screaming. The baby he held was replaced with a pile of flesh that coated his hands with blood. He would scream at the sight and he didn’t know why. Aatrox wasn’t scared of anything. These were nightmares to anyone else but he feared nothing.

A poor human traveler came by and saw the sword of the Ascendant, Aatrox. He was intrigued by its glow. What was it doing all by itself in the middle of the forest, the traveler thought. How much would it sell for? The combination of curiosity and greed was a plague against humanity. It would be its downfall. Aatrox would use this new human as his vessel to move around once again.

Aatrox looked around. He was in the world again. It was gloomy and moist from the rain. Everything looked so sad. There was no sign of you either. Why did that make him feel bad?

“WOMAN!?” He roared to the top of his lungs, expecting you to just “appear” and have his name roll off of your tongue like sweet honey. He didn’t know your name. Your true name. He wouldn’t call you Death or even Lady Death. HE WAS DEATH.

Aatrox, Aatrox, Aatrox.

Death called his name like a mother would her son who just wouldn’t listen to her. And just like a child, he looked for you. He felt drawn to you. He knew you had to be somewhere. Did you get bored of him already? He hoped not.

The Darkin wandered for days not being able to find you. Maybe he could summon you again? Yes. That would be such a great idea. Why didn’t he think of that first?

Aatrox ravaged villages and settlements. He left no survivors. Life was no good anyway. The only thing these mortals would miss out on was your beautiful face. Right before they succumb to their wounds.

It was no use. Despite all the carnage. You didn’t appear. You didn’t tease him. You didn’t trace his horns with your fingers. You didn’t climb onto his shoulder to whisper things in his ear that seemed to calm him.

That’s fine. He just needs more victims. What’s one more settlement? One more? Another? And another?

But—

No.

The only thing he was surrounded with were the dead bodies of men, women, and children. Where were you? Where did you go? Did you even…exist? Did he finally go mad?

Yeah. He had just gone mad. Meeting death? Spending time with her? Dreaming from the perspective of a woman? Everything was finally taking a toll on him.

Night fell and he wandered Runeterra some more. He needed to find more people to kill…or finally a warrior that could put him out of his misery.

He had come across a winter hamlet. It was lit here and there with torches and lights. The watchmen didn’t seem to see Aatrox yet. With his vision, he could see a far distance away. What caught his attention were people in an old wooden house. Two of them. A woman and an old man.

That woman…who was that woman?

She looked like you. There were no demonic features and dark attire, but he knew it was you. You looked so full of life.

He didn’t like it.

Anger filled him more than any feeding ever could. A foreign drive possessed him and all of his thoughts were murderous and violent.

Screaming of terror filled the night sky as mortals laid eyes upon their new god.

“You are not long for this world.” You grabbed the hand of the dying old man before you. He wore a smile as he drifted in and out of his painless death. “I know.” He replied. “But will I finally get to see my wife again? Did you stay with her until the end just like you did me?”

Your lips parted. You’ve done this for eons but it’s still hard to break the news. “Yes.” You curled your lips into a small smile. “She’s missed you and can not wait to-“

“DARKIN! IT'S A DARKIN!!”

The cries of mortals filled your ears. Your heart sank. You couldn’t hide the sadness that covered your face. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered to the old man. You took his life without another thought. You collected his soul and returned to your Darkin suitor.

In only minutes, this settlement was no more. Aatrox was huge. Much, much taller than what you’ve seen before. He’s killed so many.

“How could you?” You uttered, looking at all the destruction that was once bustling and crowded. You struggled to not step on any bodies that had been left by him. For once, you frowned at Aatrox. Your patient smile was no more.

When he saw you, he wanted to yell at you. How could he? No. How could you? You abandoned him. You didn’t come when he called you. He searched for days. He spent days by himself and he couldn’t understand why.

“Why are you here?” He growled, finishing the very last warrior that stood in his way. Black butterflies emerged from the trees and bushes. They landed on the people and claimed them. “I like to visit humans before they die.” You answered. “But you just had to intervene.”

You noticed that Aatrox seemed to dislike your butterflies. He cut at them and could crush them in his hands if he were quick enough.

“Leave them.” You commanded firmly. He did not listen.

You turned away. You couldn’t stand to look at him. Your chest was hurting from sadness. You hated that this was the natural order.

You shook it off. You always shook it off.

You looked down at your feet. “Everyone dies alone.” There was a child. A girl. She held a toy and had a petrified look. Your words finally grabbed his attention. “I’ve always been alone.” Your sentences seemed disconnected but Aatrox was still very much interested in what you had to say.

Before you could continue, you were lifted off of the ground by a large hand. It was Aatrox. He dropped you onto his shoulder, to which you clumsily hung onto. You smiled at his actions. He still wasn’t accepting you, but you didn’t believe he traveled to the Freljord for nothing.

Aatrox has many, many questions for you but his arrogance prevented him from asking them. He preferred to listen to you speak. Eventually, you would come out and maybe tell him yourself.

“You’re so big now. Why did you kill them?” You asked quietly. This made the Darkin scrunch his nose up in disgust. He refused to voice the reason why. He didn’t want it to sound like he missed you or that he was worried. “And why did you destroy this camp of refugees?”

You got a good look at him. His face was unchanging from the scowl that showed his sharp teeth. His face always seemed to be like this.

“Why did you come after me?”

You felt the sway of Aatrox’s walking come to a halt.

“Shut up, woman. You may be a god but you are a fool.” He grumbled, refusing to make any eye contact. When he hissed and said “hurtful” things, it made you wonder what his reactions would be if he were a man and not a monster. “And why are you so mean?” You added, leaning your head against his now much, much bigger one.

Aatrox didn’t answer you. He only resumed walking to a place. Wherever a place was. Your smile softened and faded a little. “Aatrox, do you dream?”

It was almost funny that you asked such a thing. He instantly thought about the nightmares he would get. (If you could even call those nightmares.)

A woman and a baby.

“I don’t sleep.” He replied, almost seemingly pretending to not pay any mind. You laughed. “I know you don’t right now but you do go dormant.”

Aatrox stayed silent.

You brought your hand up to his horn and stroked it softly. Smiling at him, patiently, you repeat yourself again. “Do you dream?”

“…Yes. I dream.” He confessed. He didn’t harbor any resentment for you in his voice, but it still rumbled and shook you to your core. “And what do you dream about?”

Aatrox explained to you that he doesn’t normally dream. He didn’t believe it was possible in his current state, but he did it. The Darkin nonchalantly recited what he remembered from his slumber.

The woods. The cottage. The baby.

Blood. Screaming. Fear.

As Aatrox went on, keywords began to stand out to you. Your once cheerful face contorted. Your eyebrows knitted together and your perma-smile erased itself from existence. Now replaced with a cold line.

You didn’t realize that you began talking over him when you finally spoke. “Why would you dream of this? How could you see such things?”

Aatrox noticed that your tone of voice changed. You didn’t sound like the version of yourself you always presented to him. You sounded…sad.

“What is it?” The Darkin barked at you impatiently. Your mouth remained shut. You refused to elaborate. It was too much pain to say and obvious if he just thought a little harder about it. You removed your hand from his horn, earning a grunt from him.

“There was a time long ago when I attempted to have a family.” You explained, your tone low and you talked slowly. You didn’t want to have to repeat yourself for him. “But Death can not create life. My domestic life didn’t last.”

Ah. Things finally made sense to him.

Aatrox was intelligent enough. He could understand the implications regardless of his situation. The only thing he couldn’t understand was why. Why could he see this? He knew he should have held his tongue but he couldn’t stop himself from finally asking something.

“Why was your child slaughtered?” His tone of voice sounded insensitive. If he were a man he would easily be slapped across his face by such disrespect. You were the only person in the world who could never be offended by Aatrox.

“I’d have to start from the beginning.” You choked out. “I didn’t have a mother or father. I was just…born like this. I was idle for thousands of years after I was created. I couldn’t move, see or think.” Your experiences almost sounded similar to Aatrox’s imprisonment. “Then this world was created. I could suddenly feel everything. The noise of creation was louder than anything I’ve ever heard.” You sighed, before looking up at the sky. It was a full grey as clouds formed, it would begin to storm soon. “And I fell in love with it.”

“You fell in love with such a worthless floating rock?”

His words didn’t wound you but they did displace your mood. You narrowed your eyes at him, pitying him for having such a mortal view of the world. Perhaps, this was his way of taking his anger out at you for disappearing. Either way, it was not justified.

“I did. Mortals find it hard to comprehend but I will be patient with you. I had a husband, who I loved very much.” You closed your eyes and tried to imagine that time so long ago. Aatrox’s eyes narrowed at the thought of you being married to someone else. He didn’t like the sound of that.

“I…I can’t remember what he looked like.” You smiled sadly. “It was many lifetimes ago. I told myself that I wouldn’t love anyone else.”

You hadn’t heard any feedback from Aatrox. He was truly a good listener but this time you felt like he wasn’t listening to you.

“What? Are you jealous?” You teased him, leaning over to try to get a look at his face. “Why are you speaking?” He growled at you in a low tone. You rolled your eyes. “Do you even know what I said?” You reached down and tried your best to show affection. He would always melt at affection. But he was too big. You sat on his shoulder like a nest as he carried you.

From that moment forward, you spent a great deal with Aatrox again. You hadn’t mentioned anything else about your attempt to live as a human. The mortal side of him couldn’t help but wonder more. Were you happy at all? What if your child lived? He even tried to imagine what your life was like. If he were still a man, would you have been interested in him? Would you be impressed by his Ascendant form, a time before he was a Darkin?

“Aatrox.”

He tried to imagine your voice as you would greet him after a long time of being away. The desperate thought of you waiting for him to return home like a wife would for her husband. Aatrox couldn’t imagine you without anyone else but him. His imagination filled in the blanks, replacing any instance of another partner with himself. If he could, he would give you another child.

These feelings only strengthened when the effect of his killings wore off. He was small enough for you to be more affectionate, as you would put it. When you teased him, you would cup his cheeks. When he would snap at you and look away, you would remain happy with him. Still smiling and redirecting his gaze back at you. You would tell him stories of the warriors you’ve met. You would make your jokes about how their strength was nothing compared to his. Your beauty was ageless. Your personality was nothing that he had expected from a Goddess of an act as grim as death.

You had been admiring the wings of your Darkin suitor when something changed inside of him.

“I’ve never met a creature born on this planet with wings so beautiful.” They were outstretched and it was like you could see the stars. “It’s almost like-“

You reached out to touch them once again when the bigger creature had grabbed your wrist. It was firm but nothing like the violence you endured when you first crossed paths.

“What is your name?” He questioned. It wasn’t polite but he didn’t growl or bare his sharp teeth at you. You liked when he spoke like this. You could really enjoy his accent. “My name is Death-“

Aatrox yanked you forward by your arm, causing your bodies to meet. He held you close and wouldn’t let you go.

“Your name is not Death. I am Death. You are just a woman. Tell me your name.” He commanded, not at all realizing what he was doing. This wasn’t like him. Not one bit. You placed your hand on your face and shied away. He was so emotionally stunted by his situation. You pitied him sometimes.

“My name is (y/n).”

Aatrox didn’t expect you to actually answer when he asked. He believed you would say something cryptic or flirty.

“What will you do after I die, (y/n)?” He said your name with such venom. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he hated you. You placed your free hand on his face. It was stiff and hot like fire. He was angry.

“I will mourn you every year.”

Mourn him? He would never see you again!

“So you will take my soul and put it in your pocket like all the other trash you collect?” You felt him squeeze your wrist more with every word. “Aatrox…” You frowned at his bitterness. There was nothing you could say that would please him. “What do you want me to say?”

Aatrox didn’t reply. He gritted his teeth, unable to hide how monstrous he had become. You tried to pull your wrist away but he continued to hold onto it with you leaning against him for support. He hesitantly raised your wrist to his face, making you place your other hand on his cheek.

You were so used to him pushing you away and hating your gentle touch. “Aatrox?”

The Ascendant-turned-Darkin had been around for nearly 6000 years. He experienced the same careless cycle of inflicting death but never being able to be killed. You made things bearable. Even when trapped in a sword, he didn’t completely hate everything.

“Stop speaking.”

Next part will probably be a smut 🥹❤️ Stay tuned for that.

[clavelthecupid]

Hello! I hope you're doing fine!

I don't know if you do platonic league of legends x reader or alternative skinline etc, but if so, can you do a kayn odyssey x daughter reader please? Since he don't canonically has a girlfriend (even though jinx has a crush on him) let's admit he is a single dad!

If you don't do these types of request you can just ignore this one don't worry!

Have a good day!

Platonic Odyssey Kayn x Reader headcanons Sorry if this is too simple I'm not well versed on Odyssey lore dajhdjskhkd

Kayn always brings you gifts from his crusades - from simple pretty crystals to pieces of clothing and toys/decorations.

Spends hours telling you all about the places he landed and everything he saw - will especially ramble about everything that didn't go as he planned.

Teaches you everything about strategic combat and physical conflict from a young age - you gotta be as good as he is, after all.

Permits you to have your own personal weapons and training materials - even robots to use as punching bags - and will proudly watch you tearing everything down, but is reluctant with the idea of having you on board.

Kayn is very worried about your education and well being overall, especially since he spends long periods of time away, so it's always only the very best for you.

Kayn is the kind to have a hard time genuinely connecting emotionally with his daughter, so he might come off as cold sometimes, but his way of showing how much he cares for you is mainly through gifts.

Of course, he gives you only the best, but he puts a heavy weight on your shoulders - you're the daughter of an Ordinal, after all. Failing to meet his expectations might lead to a very cold and resentful Kayn.

[queenofruneterra]

SFW Swain Drabble…

Fluff (!?) - 500 words

You’ve just woken up, still tired, the dimly lit bedroom and the sound of rain pelting against your windows soothing your mind. Barely awake, lost in a dreamlike trance somewhere between sleep and consciousness and about to succumb to your drowsiness, you move slightly in an attempt to get comfortable.

And then you feel it.

It’s the familiar heat of another’s body, and the realization drags you out of your sluggish state back to one of vague awareness—

Swain’s still in bed, so it must be really early.

Turning towards him, you begin taking in all of his features. You watch in awe for a while, silently admiring the slightly crooked curve of his nose, the softness of his lips, the arch of his brows, and how his hair falls messily around his face in a flawless sort of dishevelment only he could ever accomplish;

Even while asleep, he’s ethereal.

Placing a hand on his warm chest, palm flat against the soft skin, you begin running it along his scarred abdomen. His breathing is slow and rhythmic, calming enough that just listening to him could easily lull you back to sleep…

But soon you feel him shift, then breathe deeply, then groan, performing that tired groggy waking routine of his that you’ve grown to miss witnessing in the morning.

“You’re awake,” you sigh, smiling softly at your lover. “I am now,” he replies, opening his eyes slowly and returning your smile with warmth that makes your heart melt. His voice is the kind of quiet you only get to hear in these moments; when you’re left to be alone with each other, finally allowed to shut out the outside world and just focus on being together. It’s uncharacteristically mellow— softer, more tender and steeped in adulation— and he saves it just for you.

“What time is it, dear?”

You bring a hand to cup his face and plant a soft kiss on his lips. It lingers for a second, the warmth of his touch drawing you ever closer, keeping you glued to him. As you pull away you wrap your arm around him fully, nuzzling into him and smiling as you feel him do the same.

“The time?” you whisper. “That hardly matters.” His alarm hasn’t even gone off yet, and you’ve missed being close to him like this, not having to worry about making him late or interrupting his work. You tense, waiting for him to roll over and check his clock, but the deep, tired sigh that comes from him tells you that he feels the same overbuilt longing for affection as you.

You’re cradled in this moment, the combined smell of his cologne and the freshly washed linens beneath you filling your senses and bringing about a different kind of happiness— it isn’t the giddy excitement you’d felt during your first kiss, nor is it the jolt of comforting realization that pulses through you when you hear him at the door— it’s calm, serene, and all encompassing, and you want to feel it forever.

[leagueoflegendsimagines]

I am back

So, people.

I decided to finally get back to writing.

I would've done so earlier, but I have a full-time job now and things are a bit busy.

I won't take any requests for now, but I will clean my inbox and try to start fresh.

Thank you all for the patience and support! I'll do my best and go through all of the kind messages I've received one of these days.

[milky-write]

League of Legends Masterlist:

Empty for now!

Preferred characters: (I still write for all)

Aphelios

Viego

[milksuu]

❀. │GIRL DINNER (O2)│. ❀

❥ prompt: You're hungry. You want food. You want a snack. You just want SOMETHING. You send your HEARTSTEEL boyfriend(s) on a food-run adventure. Let's see what each boy brings back. ❥ content/warnings: sexually suggestive themes, fluff ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (sett, yone, k'sante) / f!reader

SETT

foot-long sub and gatorade

When it comes to feeding you, Sett isn’t willing to compromise. He goes big, or he goes home. And he’s not going home empty handed. 

He Facetime’s you when he’s at the Deli counter of the local grocer, where the sub-meat selection is divine, options are abundant, and the portions are unbeatable. 

When you say you want double amounts of meat, you’re getting it. When you tell him you want more toppings, it’s done. Oh, you want your bread extra toasted and slathered in condiments? Baby, it’s yours. No problem—he’s got you.

When he comes home, you get a running head start, and jump into his arms without warning. The man has no trouble catching you, ever. 

As he greets your neck with a kiss, you lean and whisper into his soft ears about wanting to ‘share some’ with him. Since Sett has an uncontrollably tendency to go over-board with anything portion related, he’s more than willing to help you out. He understands you can't finish most things by yourself. Especially if he's the one serving you.

You huff with an embarrassed whine, shaking your head. You weren't talking about the food! 

Sett finally catches on by the squeezing of your legs around him, the flush of your cheeks, and the hot puffs you tow against his twitching ears. He hums a low and warm grumble at the insinuation. That large hand cradling your bottom squeezes in all the right places. It's enough to elicit a satisfied cry from your lips.

Sett really didn’t come home empty handed. In more ways than one.

YONE

home cooked meal and water

Yone was an expert and perfectionist—especially in the kitchen. Why would he buy you anything processed and unhealthy when he could make anything you desired? He wasn’t going to tolerate you poisoning yourself. Not on his watch. 

Insisting on cooking for you, you watched at how meticulous he was in the kitchen. His expertise with a knife was incomparable. You never realized chopping vegetables could be a discipline and an art form.

When he finished garnishing the plate, he served you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think the dish came straight from a Michelin five-star restaurant!

Not allowing it cool, you burned your tongue on your first bite. Yone chastised you (one of his ways of showing affection) before taking the next helping, and blowing away the steam. He raised the fork to your lips.

Yone was always cool, calm, and collected—but would then do things that were heart-pounding, sweet and seductive. You felt silly with embarrassment. You shook your head, declining his help.

Unacceptable. Yone took your chin without a word, pressed his lips against yours, and slipped a tongue to open your mouth. When you gasped a moan, he abandoned your mouth, and placed the food inside. He encouraged you to chew thoroughly, but all you wanted to do was collapse.

Yone was definitely an expert and perfectionist—at driving you absolutely mad about him.

K'SANTE

take-out and bottle of wine

K’Sante was never about the ‘Netflix and chill’ thing. More like the ‘Netflix and serve my Queen’ scene. And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

Knowing your favorite restaurant, he orders express delivery and pops the cork off of a pricey bottle of wine.

K’Sante has everything ready for the night. Lights dimmed, scented candles lit, and Netflix show ready to go at the press of a button. 

Like the Casanova he is, he serves you everything first. All the while showering you with compliments about how beautiful you are. K’Sante isn’t ashamed of expressing himself to what he likes—which is obviously you. 

After eating and having your fill of wine, you relax further into the couch with him. All the while, watching your shared guilty-pleasure reality TV-show; 'Too Hot To Handle'

The wine seems to get the better of you two. Spooning you from behind, you turn over a cheek expecting to see K’Sante watching the TV. Far from it—his lustrous gaze is on you. He graciously takes your mouth. Slow and passionate. And you can taste the spice of the wine. 

With eyes closed, you feel his trained hand slide across your waist, and slip between your thighs.

K’Sante wasn’t done serving his Queen. And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

[angelltheninth]

Hi! Can you write something about Vi and Caitlyn (separately) with their pregnant S/O?

I want to say something so downbad about Vi right now but I will contain myself cause this is a fluffy post.

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn x Reader

Tags: fluff, pregnancy, cuddles, message, shopping, protectiveness, coming up with baby names, plans for the future, carried bridal style

A/N: I wanna see them both as parents. Please LoL, I'm begging!

VI

She had seen what her dad was like when her mom was pregnant so she does know what to do... in theory. In practice she's very scared to get things wrong. She doesn't want to baby you but she can't help but be a little more protective towards you when you start showing, glaring at anyone who she thinks has bad intentions.

Carries you around the house bridal style a lot. Don't even try to stop her from talking to the baby for hours, she has so much she wants to say. Massaging you becomes a daily thing, it stays a habit of hers even after the baby is born. Never takes your emotional outburst to heart but is always ready to listen and hug you when you need it.

CAITLYN

Really excited about starting a family with you, not out of obligation but out of true love. It surprises you how clingy she gets, the more you show the more she wants to be close to you. Even more surprising is how she takes leave from Enforcer work when you get closer to your due date. She wants to be there when it happens.

Already bought everything for the baby, including the bed, the toys and the clothes. Shopping for it all was soo much fun, she can't wait to do it again. She also has a notebook full of potential baby names. Her subordinates thought she was working on a case, no she was busy coming up with names for your kid.

[starsinmylatte]

Maybe Silco with a motherly Fem!Reader who adores Jinx? Something with breeding & pregnancy? Domestic bliss please?

Soft

Oooh, I do love some good domestic bliss... and I've always loved the idea of Silco's lover being a motherly figure for Jinx. Tbh, it would've solved so many problems in the show....

Rating: Explicit. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

Pairing: Silco x Afab!reader.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Breeding kink, sliiiiight degradation, Silco fantasizes about pregnant reader, cockwarming, y'all already know what's up

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(By clicking read more, you agree that you are 18+. Minors DNI)

You were by far the softest thing in Silco’s life. The Eye of Zaun -the most feared kingpin in all of the Undercity- was not a man who usually enjoyed life's softer, sweeter things, but you were the one exception.  

He could still vividly remember the day you showed up at his door, demanding to see Powder. Silco had wanted nothing more than to laugh. It was ridiculous, the way you showed up alone and completely unarmed to The Last Drop and demanded things from him of all people. Under any normal circumstance, you would’ve never gotten past his bouncers at the door, but he could barely get Jinx to eat or respond to him. Her door was locked, and the lock was reinforced from the inside…. he was worried about his new daughter, and you seemed to know her. So, against his better judgment, Silco took one look at the motherly concern you seemed to show for Jinx and brought you to her door. 

He watched carefully as you knelt in front of the door and took a deep, calming breath. “Darling, I know it’s been so hard, and you’ve been so brave… could you please come out and eat something? For me?” The door flew open in a blinding flash of unkempt, neon blue hair, and Jinx was in your arms. The small girl was sobbing and clutching you so tightly, almost like she was afraid you’d disappear at any second. She was trying to say something, but her sobs distorted her words to the point they were unrecognizable. 

You pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, picking her up as she buried her face into the crook of your neck. Silco watched in shock as you stood and turned to face him calmly. “What are your thoughts on soup?.” 

In the span of five minutes, you had nearly kicked his door in to see Jinx, gotten her to come out of her room for the first time in a few days, and now you were asking him about…. soup??

“Excuse me?” He managed to say, a look of pure bewilderment still plastered on his usually smug face. 

“She likes it, so I’m going to make some. You don’t look like you’ve eaten recently either, so I want to know if I need to make enough for three.” Your tone was soft but completely matter-of-fact as you stroked the young girl’s hair. 

Silco nodded slowly. “Soup would be…. fine.” 

Without another word, you simply turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, murmuring words of comfort to the child in your arms. 

_______

You were the brutally soft woman who had invaded Silco’s life and turned it upside down in the best way possible…. Which is how the Kingpin found himself in his current position: buried deep inside you, biting your shoulder as the thick, swollen head of his cock kissed your cervix. 

The pain-tinged pleasure was almost blinding, but fuck, it was exactly what you wanted. It was enough to have you desperately moaning his name and your back arching. The Eye of Zaun kissed the column of your neck hungrily, trailing his lips all the way up to your ear. Silco’s warm breath caressed the shell of your ear as he nipped at the delicate skin before murmuring. “You’re sure about this, my lovely?” 

“Silco, please.” You whined, voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you. “W-we talked about this. I want a baby…. I want you to get me pregnant.” 

Silco growled in response, reaching up to palm the swell of your soft, generously curved breasts. He had you pressed back across the smooth wood of his desk, all of his papers and work carelessly thrown to the side as he took you roughly, with an almost singular purpose. The gold-trimmed bottom hem of the dress you favored had been roughly shoved up around the curves of your hips to allow him more room between your thighs. He leaned over to kiss you hungrily.

“Such a dirty girl,” he purred, sliding one of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. Your tongue laved around it, eyelids fluttering shut in bliss as he pressed it in further. 

Silco hissed at the sight, trailing his other hand up to caress the soft skin of your lower abdomen. He pressed down with the flat of his palm, making you cry out at the sudden pressure before following it with another gentle massage. “Wanting me to fuck you raw like this…. Such a pretty thing, and you want to carry my child.” 

The thought of you pregnant was nearly enough to make him cum instantly. Your body would change… swell with the life he put inside you. Everyone would know it… Everyone would see his claim on you. Yes, Jinx would be getting a sibling, and Silco would be glad about that alone, but his true desires were much more selfish.

You whimpered as his clever fingers found their next target: one of your overly-sensitive nipples. Silco bit back a moan of his own, imagining your breasts swollen and heavy with milk. “Let me hear it again, lovely. Say my name.” 

A particularly delicious thrust of his hips punctuated each word, and Silco’s name fell from your kiss-swollen lips. Your orgasm burned through your body as you fell apart beneath him, whimpering and begging him to finish, to give you what you craved most. 

Silco’s beautiful green eye rolled back in bliss as his fingers forcefully dug into your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his own climax. His hips snapped into yours lewdly, and with one last strangled groan, the Eye of Zaun joined you in pure euphoria. The movement of his hips slowed, and you felt his warm seed fill you completely. 

Your head dropped back against the desk with a soft thunk, your energy completely and utterly spent. Silco caressed your temple, raising one of your hands to his lips to kiss it gently. 

“Beautiful…” he murmured, letting his gaze wash over you unashamedly and making no move to leave your warmth.  You shifted your hips slightly, drawing a short, sharp hiss from your lover as you sighed contentedly, completely relaxed beneath him.  

Silco dipped down to press more reverent kisses against your skin, his smooth, deep voice intensely comforting. “We are going to stay just like this for a few more minutes. It wouldn’t do for any of our hard work to go to waste.”

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[liliesinrequiem]

League of Legends Masterlist

Last Updated: October 2023

-Trapped (Yandere!Shieda Kayn x F!Reader): Kayn has you pressed up against a wall and you can no longer keep running away from him.  

-The Book and a Cocktail (Sett x Reader) [MILD NSFW]: A day at the beach, you want to finish a novel, but things keep interrupting you.  

-Unwilling (Yandere!Viego x Reader): In life, your job as a dancer was overwhelmed by Viego’s desire to have you to himself. It seemed that he never wanted to let you go...  

-Company (Aphelios x Reader): You bring Aphelios some food and ramble a bit. Meanwhile, he’s thinking about some things.

-Always (Akali x Reader): Before Akali sets off, the two of you share some parting words.  

-Work Together (Ezreal x Reader): You’re sent to do a mission with Ezreal but things go wrong.  

-Future (Yandere!Viktor x Reader): In the confines of his study, you listen to Viktor's new idea and worry about its implications. 

-Favorite (Shieda Kayn x Reader): Kayn has grown sick and tired of having to protect you, Zed's child, and denies enjoying his job as a bodyguard.

[nagazmulagan]

TOUCH AND FIGURE IT OUT. 🌊

...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

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.

— 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.

— 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.

— 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.

[sevikasangel]

❥๑𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 — caitlyn kiramman wishes you could see her besides being a creep, even though she is, factly, your stalker. so when she finds out you are still talking to your toxic ex-girlfriend, she must confront you, rather you like it or not.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ. ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ: ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ᴀᴜ + ɢᴜɴ.

— contains: stalking, dark content, caitlyn being creepy, obsession, jealousy, argument, sfw, gaslighting.

— a/n: dedicated to and requested by my bestie @local-matryoshka, my favorite simp. love you, boo.

— word count: 1,5k

caitlyn lurked amongst the shadows of the cold night at zaun. normally, the enforcer wouldn’t wander down around this cruel mistress of a city. her heavy boots earnestly passed through the discarded trash on the ground and the moist cement provoked by the droplets of rain. she couldn’t quite grasp the fact that you would choose somewhere so decadent and depressing like this to live. with all opportunities you were offered…a job, a house, protection at piltover. and yet, here you were.

she slid through the halls and alleyways like a stray cat, the hood she was wearing doing a fairly decent job at hiding her identity from all those criminals who would definitely hold a grudge against her. pilties weren’t welcome in this place, let alone pilties who were cops. her gun was carefully secured into her holster, just in case she had to defend herself. or better, defend you from the dangers.

“you silly girl…” she grumbled to herself. “you should’ve come with me. i wanted to protect you. why do you have to choose the harder way?”

caitlyn’s tall, thin form finally made it to a local bar called last drop. according to all researches the enforcer made, this is somewhere locals come to get wasted, gamble, chase a good fucking, or commit crimes. she frowned. she knew something was up when you didn’t wait for her after your shift at the police station as a secretary was over. you would always allow her to accompany you to the hexgates on your way to zaun. of course she would follow you daily, not that she would ever become sloppy enough for you to notice it. caitlyn finally gathered enough courage, inhaling it with a deep breath like it was cigarette smoke and walked into the bar. the loud ballad music did nothing to grace her ears and all of that smell of alcohol and sweat were not at all pleasant. she couldn’t help but muse on the reason why you would deliberately choose to be somewhere like this. and yet, you would decline every advance she made, her invitations to restaurants, to the cinema, to her house…why? she assumed you must be playing hard to get.

which was not a problem, at all.

my sweetheart thinks we are playing her game, well…we are playing mine.

her brown eyes scanned the crowd until they laid upon you. from burning and stern, they became soft and gentle like the most calm water flow. you had this grip on her that caitlyn found rather difficult to explain. she had seen so much fucked up shit. she lost so much, the ones she loved and trusted deceived and betrayed her until her once soft hurt became stone cold. she’s been through hell and back. but you broke every wall she’d erected. at first, she felt scared, angry even. though how could she hate you, at all? specially with that beautiful smile that would instantly send every concerns away. the sweet scent of your perfume would suffocate each tiny bit of anxiety that was left in her.

your smell was so intoxicating and addicting that she needed to have it for herself. not only that, but all of you. from the roots of your head, to the very tip of your toes. nobody could ever love you as she could. the world was too cruel and dangerous for an angel like you. caitlyn deemed herself as far too corrupted by the past to be considered pure, but she could save you.

“(y/n), hello, i-” she stopped speaking, frowning at the sight of the blonde bartender who leaned on the counter, pouring you a drink flirtatiously. her large breasts were nearly leaking from her deep cleavage shirt. it left little to nothing to the imagination. she fisted her hands and her eyes darkened as she decided to spy on the conversation.

“(y/n), come on, you know you love me and you’ll have to forgive me eventually. you still love me, i still love you…” she cooed and reached on the counter to put her hand on top of yours, her soft digits brushing your soft skin affectionately. her hazel eyes stared into yours and you looked away with a clenched jaw. “please, babe.”

“vanessa, how dare you? i loved you so much, i gave up so much for you...and you thanked me by cheating on me with silco’s guard dog?” you breathed out and pulled your hand back. the bartender sighed and reached for your shoulder instead. “don’t touch me, vanessa!”

“please, (y/n), listen to me…i am suffering too. i hate that i cheated on you and you have all the right to be mad, honey. i just miss you so much. i was your first everything, doesn’t that count? you are just seeing me for my mistake-”

“don’t touch me!”

“(y/n), please, list-”

suddenly a large, slender hand was wrapped around vanessa’s wrist. the grip was tight to the point of pain. your ex-girlfriend shrieked and attempted to pull her arm back. this only served to make her attacker twist their hand. vanessa’s scream turned bloody as her wrist bone had just been snapped like a stick by a stranger.

“i heard her say not to touch her, cheater.”

you opened your mouth in shock and your breath became stuck in terror. the world around you was muffled and distorted. you could only see vanessa hold onto her arm and rush into the back of the bar to seek for help and then caitlyn pulling a chair to sit next to you. with scaredy deer eyes, you averted them to caitlyn.

“w-what was that, caitlyn? why are you here?” your voice was quiet and scaredy.

caitlyn scoffed and took a sip from the alcohol vanessa left behind, nearly slamming the glass onto the counter. the loud noise made you flinch. you never saw caitlyn so angry as how she was now.

“(y/n)...why were you meeting up with your ex? she literally cheated on you, leeched off your money, she was the most toxic bitch you could think of. don’t you have any self-respect?”

your heart hammered in your chest as the fear began crippling in.

“h–how do you know, caitlyn? i-i…i never told anyone.”

“how do you know, caitlyn?” she mockingly repeated as if there was nothing wrong with that. “i know it because i care about you, unlike these people you surround yourself with, (y/n).”

you lowered your head in shame. caitlyn was caring for you and you were being…ungrateful.

“caitlyn..why were you doing this?”

“as i said, because i care about you. you are an angel, (y/n). people will hurt you and take advantage of your innocence and i could never let that happen. it made me bite myself with jealousy whenever i saw that bitch lay her disgusting hands on what was supposed to be mine,” her breath was ragged, voice low and dangerous. it sent shivers down your spine. “i knew she was cheating, so i just made you find out…and after you did, you still denied me. is she better than me, (y/n)?”

you shook your head. factly, you were rather surprised caitlyn had done so much for you. usually, you were the one who had to care and provide for others, but with her…it felt like you didn’t need to have a single thought or worry in your brain. you could shut it down and let her do all of the thinking.

“no…no, she is not. i was just hurt. i needed to heal before anything.

“healing by chasing your ex? are you crazy?”

you lowered your head in shame.

“i am sorry...i just thought i didn’t deserve any better and i can’t be alone…i…i had nobody but vanessa.”

your heart skipped a beat at the feeling of caitlyn’s thumb beneath your chin, tilting up your face to stare at hers. her index finger wiped away your trailing tears and she leaned in to kiss your eyes.

“you have me, (y/n). i will take care of you like no one ever did. you deserve to be protected and treated like the angel you are.”

“i like you, cait…i-i just didn’t know how t-” she put her hand over your mouth and shushed you.

“shhh, i know, darling.” she cooed and kissed the top of her own hand that covered your plump lips. “from now on, you will be mine. i am not having it any differently. i will take care of you…nobody and nothing will stand between us. i am not having it. and about vanessa…i will ensure she never bothers us ever again.”

❥๑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @local-matryoshka , @petitedeer , @enforcermoss , @sugarsweetcookie