#summoner x champion

[vewyscawy]

Fiddle My Sticks

Pairing: Fiddlesticks x f!reader

Wordcount: 2862

Tags: Biting, marking, a bit of cumflation, tentacle dicks(!)

Summary: Rumours start circulating that you wouldn't mind getting down and dirty with a Champion, and you catch the eye of a specific champ you never thought would have any interest in you whatsoever.

After Shaco and Nocturne there is very little that could still scare you, but Fiddlesticks sure can.  

(don’t remember where I got the picture from, but I will add the creator as soon as I found it again)

It had started circulating. The rumours that you wouldn't mind getting down and dirty with a Champion. You realized that while you thought no one was around, you were still in a very public place both times you had sex with one of them, so it was easy to realize how said rumours came to be. Some Champions had started looking at you slightly different, as if they hadn't realized something about you before now. Honestly you didn't care. You were past the point of making yourself believe that you didn't want to have good, sweaty sex with most of them, and this would make it easier to see if they were interested in that idea as well.

Surprise, confusion, intrigue... lust?

There was a lot you felt all at once when you realized that a specific Champion you didn't think would have any interest at all seemed to suddenly show intrigue in you. Oh, this was weird. Both the situation, but more your sudden curiosity that you couldn't seem to shake. You found yourself fantasizing and wondering about the 'how even'. Eyes lingering on the creature more often than not, you realized you'd become slightly obsessed with the thought of being fucked by Fiddlesticks.

FIDDLESTICKS!

Well, it was clear as day now; you were a monsterfucker, and somehow completely okay with the thought as well. You wanted to see how the ancient scarecrow monster would possibly go about fucking you, and you were absolutely not turned off or scared by the idea as well.

Nocturne had made you realize that being scared could be a very arousing situation, so the slight hint of fear you'd always feel when Fiddle was close by was suddenly no longer a reason to stay away.

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Fiddlesticks was a strange creature. The ancient horror very much seemed to play favourites, and those it deemed 'fun', or 'cute' or whatever it was it classified his favourites in, were then "blessed" with its constant presence looming nearby. You realized his new favourite was you. Despite being a creature of horror and fear, to Summoners the scarecrow was strangely docile. It was as if it had nothing to gain with scaring Summoners, so it didn't even attempt to (unlike Nocturne, who seemed to do his very best to scare the shit out of them, even though he couldn't actually hurt a Summoner). You being Fiddlesticks' favourite had turned the being from a deceptively docile scarecrow into something more akin to a puppy. Or in his case more like a loyal guard dog, scaring away others with its presence, and making it almost the only one that was around you for the last couple of days.

An ancient eldritch horror, that spoke in short sentences it stole from others, acting like an overexcited puppy at your attention sometimes because you were its favourite, and seemed strangely obsessed with your body after the rumours? Somehow very sexy.

Absentmindedly putting your hand on its large, metal teeth filled maw you didn't realize it came closer and closer out of the corner it had loomed out of before.

"Small, small, tiny-" it rasped, voice fluctuating between rough and high, and low and wheezing. "Such a small little mortal. So soft, so delicious."

Ah, there it was.

It seemed it was in one of its moods again, where it suddenly seemed to realize its interest in you and needed to tell you about how small and fragile you were next to it. Because you both realized how much you liked that fact, and every time it told you that it seemed it would get closer, and the air would be tenser around you both, and every time it would lean back after opening its large drooling maw, seemingly wanting to bite into you, only to give you a pat on the head with one of its ghostly hands and retreat back into standing ominously in its corner with a different stolen voiced chuckle when saw your disappointed face.

You felt the shiver through you when its feral sounding voice mentioned your smallness once again, its claws moving around you, but never touching, sometimes twitching in anticipation. This time you wish it wouldn't pull away. You wanted it to finish what it started with this. Drool hit your shoulder, as its large black tongue slowly lolled out of its mouth. Shit, that was hot, even though it shouldn't be.

Even if this large bastard didn't have a dick to fuck you with at least you knew it had a loooooong tongue to please you with.

You grinned up at it, grabbing the cage that made up its torso, and pulled it in. Its erratic movement made you flinch back a little, but your fearlessness and lust took over as you slowly brought your face close to its and planted a kiss against the jagged metal teeth. Before you could pull away its tongue had licked a long, wet stripe over your neck and lips, making you giggle a bit and push at its face.

A high pitched giggle came from the creature, as you were suddenly pushed against the wall.

"Squishy, delicious mortal. Mine now. Gonna DEVOUR you WHOLE."

A shiver went down your spine at its last words, fear gripping you. Ah, this was a sexy but very dangerous game you were playing. Once again you knew it couldn't technically hurt you, but what you knew and what your instincts were telling you were two different things, and your instincts were telling you to run.

Crow like shapes seemed to appear from black that was seeping down from its body, not yet escaping, but twitching beneath the surface. You realized that Fiddlesticks, the ancient fear, was tense. Holding itself back from whatever it was it wanted to do to you.

"Let's get somewhere comfortable," you said, feeling weird about saying something like that to the scarecrow, but last times were in public and you wanted to be somewhere more private if anything were to happen.

You hoped it would, somehow. With a shy hand you lead the creature to your room, seeing how it hobbled behind you, chirping and making strange unearthly sounds as it let you lead. It's tongue came out, black and dripping, curling around your arm, making you shiver despite the fact you shouldn't be okay with that, or god forbid- turned on by it. Cooing in a strange voice came from it, metal arms coming up to cradle your waist as you took the steps towards your room. A deep sigh of relief escaped you as you stepped over the threshold of your private room, but before you could get your bearings the scarecrow had you up against the door that slammed shut with your weight.

"Youuuuuuu..." its strange voice hissed, as its clawed metal arms dug into the door beside your head, making the wood groan and splinter. "Mine."

Well, for now for sure. Not sure about the future...

"Make me," was your cheeky reply, grinning up at the creature, trying to ignore the wood splintering and groaning next to your ears. It was threatening for sure, but you found its feral, barely held together behaviour over having you absolutely arousing. A stolen giggle, the door actually broke next to your head, and you flinched. Fiddlesticks giant maw opened wide, drool dripping down its teeth, hitting you as its tongue lolled out. It moved forward, closing its maw around your shoulder, and you saw your life flash before your eyes in all its dramatic glory.

Well, that was it. You survived Shaco and Nocturne, but Fiddlesticks was still a bridge too far. Blaming your stupid horny body, it took you a second to realize you had yet to feel any pain. The only thing you felt was a slightly tight grip as its tongue ran across your neck in a gentle, but insistent motion, mapping out your skin for it to remember. Opening your eyes that you had squinted shut a second before your eyes made contact with multiple blinking red eyes opening and closing in an inky blackness that had now seeped outwards from his body.

You felt something crawl up your legs, but you couldn't look down, pinned by Fiddle's very VERY sharp teeth.

"Soft, sweet, gentle," it rasped, as it slightly added some pressure to its bite. It wasn't enough to take a chunk out of your shoulder, but by now it was enough to draw blood, marking you for everyone to see. Thankfully it was just pinpricks in the shape of his maw, and not anything much deeper. You groaned, trying to stay calm, but a slight, soft touch at your abdomen made sure you stayed still for it to mark you. Your eyes now caught a glimpse of black, slowly moving over your abdomen and lower to your pussy where you needed its touch most. It felt like strange tendrils, presumably made from the black material that seemed to be seeping out from its iron skeleton. Its real self you supposed, as you realized the tendrils moved lower as its maw was still around your entire shoulder, coming up to your breast. You had a nice bite mark that was uncoverable due to its size, but Fiddle didn't want to let go just yet, so you didn't push it. The movement on your lower belly moved lower, inching itself into your pants, and you gasped. A rumbling sound came from Fiddlesticks, and you realized with a gasp that it sounded like he was purring.

It was biting you, feeling you up from top to bottom and purring. Your mind was already on the clouds, up, up high where nothing could touch you, and you decided you hug its large head to yourself. The teeth dug in a little deeper, but the purring and the movement on your body grew more insistent, and you were happy with the outcome. It seemed Fiddlesticks wanted your touch about as much as you wanted it to touch you as well.

"F-fiddle," you gasped, as the tendrils found their way into your panties, moving teasingly over your outer lips, slowly getting closer and closer to their goal. You groaned as Fiddle made an appreciative sounding groan, pushing even closer to you as you accepted its touch. Your fingers mapped through its fabric covering, pulling and tearing at it, trying to get it to get closer and closer. You wanted it inside you, though you were unsure if it was able to.

You needed it, that was clear.

"Not gonna hurt youuuuu-" he gasped out in a strange raspy voice, as you felt your pants being pulled down your legs, the tendrils wasting no time exploring the outside lips of your cunt. Shit, that felt good. You rubbed yourself against the tendrils that you still couldn't really see, but they were coming from Fiddlesticks so you were sure they only promised pleasure for today.

And pleasure they delivered as they inched their way inside of you, both of you groaning at the insertion. You realized at its reaction the tendrils were a lot more sensitive than just its arms, and maybe, possibly, they were the equivalent to its dick. Or something like that, considering you definitely felt multiple tendrils both entering you and rubbing against you at the same time.

"Yes, harder," you mewled, bucking against him. "Take me, make me yours..."

"Mine," it repeated as if it was a mantra, as it pulled your lower body away from the door, and closer to the tendrils that pushed inside you further and further. You moaned at the intrusion, and let yourself be manhandled. Its tendrils, dick or whatever it was, felt so good. You wanted more.

"Harder, Fiddle, put it all in."

It purred, but after you said that it growled, as if unhappy with the challenge you presented.

"Greeeeeedy. Take what I give." it said, seemingly irritated, growling against your neck, since its maw was still attached there as if it was a lifeline. Its long tongue was unceasing in its mapping of your skin, inching its way under your outfit, until the scarecrow became impatient.

"Off." was all it said as it finally released you, all of it moving away from you, leaving you empty. "All... off, now. Show all. Soft. Mine. Take."

You quickly stripped of all you wore, standing before the eldritch horror with nothing to protect you from its hungry gaze. And its gaze was ravenous, devouring you whole. A promise for what it was gonna do to you hung in the air, making you shiver and rub your legs together.

"Soooooft. Squishy. Delicious...." it babbled with a raspy voice, as it was once again upon you, pushing you against the wall now, that was much less likely to break under its metal claws that once again found their way next to your head. Shadowy arms emerged from its shadowy body, red eyes opening and closing as Fiddle seemed to lose control over its form, too eager to touch and be inside. The tendrils found your core once again, pushing in harder this time, and now you could actually see them in all their glory.

You were right when you thought there were multiple. After Shaco and Noct you should have been used to strange looking cocks, but Fiddle's was once again in a different league.

Not one, but multiple shadowy writhing tentacles came from its crotch area, seeking your warmth and trying to enter you all at once, black ooze dripping from them and smearing on your skin.

"Ahh, shiiiiit," you moaned at the sight, and Fiddlesticks made a strange growling chittering sound as he finally pushed in all the way, enjoying your tight, wet heat. "Yess, that's it..." He started an uneven rhythm, sporadically pulling and pushing, twitching and throbbing inside of you. There was no way you could keep up with its pace, it was random and harsh, leaving you to the mercy of the beast taking you.

Your ears were hit with "soft", "warm" and "wet" as it kept you on the edge of cumming. "Devour you whole." made you moan, grabbing its large head and planting kissed on it from top to bottem as multiple tendrils took you roughly.

You were glad it wasn't taking you against the door anymore, because you were sure it wouldn't have survived the onslaught. It was damaged already, and with the way you were pushed and slammed into the wall in an uneven pattern the door would have given way, throwing you out onto the hallway and any unsuspecting bystander. Though with the loud sounds the both of you were producing any bystander that was wandering the hallway near your room would not be so innocent anymore.

You hissed and drooled, trying to keep up with the Ancient Fear, but the pace was just too haphazard, like the movements of the rest of its limbs. Suddenly you were brought over the edge as Fiddlesticks licked a long stripe from your clit to your chin, tongue long enough for him to not have to bend down to taste all of you.

"Tasty mortal," it said, and shuddered at your loud orgasm, "Very good." A growl and a hiss, and you were turned around, its tendrils never leaving you. It continued its pace, now pushing your front into the wall, you trying your best not to hit your face against the hard surface. "Think you can take all, little one, think you can take all?" it rasped in your ear, that was instantly assaulted by its long tongue after it was done asking you the question, and you could only moan in response, already so very close to your second orgasm.

"Then TAKE IT." it rasped, voice aggressive and growling as you were practically squashed against the wall, and you felt the tentacles inside you swell and throb, rubbing against each other and your walls, before it came with a howl, maw open wide and shadows bleeding from every orifice, creating a horrifying image if you were able to see it from your position. Eyes were all over its black writhing body. Red, intense, and rolling back all at once as it pumped you full of its cum.

"Yessssssssss," came its hiss, taking minutes before it seemed to be entirely spend. Black, thick cum rolled all over your legs, and it was so warm. You shivered and shuddered as you felt yourself heat up. Your stomach felt bloated, its load was excessive.

A shadowy hand ran over your stomach, rubbing over it as you groaned at the feeling in your core.

It pulled out, grabbing and lifting you, and throwing you on the bed without any exertion. Cum gushed out of you as you hit the bed, and bounced once before Fiddlesticks was on you, multiple arms holding your limbs as its metal face seemed as pleased as could be.

"Good girl," it rasped, long tongue licking its chops before it instantly dove down to your hole that was still gushing its spunk. With languid stripes it licked you clean, taking its time to make you come again and again until you begged for relief.

"Think you can take another one?"

Well, you were getting used to rounds that lasted all night...

[danwhobrowses]

nothing to see here just a crazy shipper guy going crazy over Callowmoore under the bit, if that's not for you then go about your business

So fellow Callowmoores how we feelin' this morning/evening? Because it's evening right now and I'm still bouncing off the walls in my mind

The one post could not keep me contained! No seriously the amount of tags I put in hit a limit and doesn't show them all

I mean yes we didn't get a kiss (yet) but goddamn we got so much, it has possessed me, deranged me, it's leaking outta my brain I gotta talk about it, so either jump out or buckle up because this overflow is gonna be long

First off I just gotta talk about how so many things almost lined up how I imagined them because it just makes it feel like they looked into my head and thought 'hey that's kinda good'. Like, I wanted Fearne to take the shard at Mori's, it was a safer space for her than the Ziggurat which is tainted by bad memories (this and other campaigns), I just didn't expect it so soon, thought they'd at least have a full rest first. In fact I had a whole scene in my mind where in a desperate gambit Delilah took over Laudna while she slept and just knocked on Ashton's door in a form of dread going 'where's the shard Ashton?'. It's key to this I promise not only because I enjoyed the idea of Ashton not taking any of Delilah's shit (plus for you Imodnas out there the mental scene involves Ashton whispering 'Imogen's in danger' to wake her, they also ask where Paté is because they still have that 'Paté is Delilah' theory) but it also expanded on the possible helplessness Ashton would have being unable to assist Fearne with taking the shard

'You're a child, Ashton. A blunt instrument that charges blindly into harm, would you really risk Fearne's life to earn her forgiveness? You know what it can do, what happens when you can't protect her from it?'

Of course, Ashton would never give Delilah the shard, which would frustrate Delilah since she can't manipulate them, but the comment weighs on Ashton a little. Which is when the whole waking Laudna happens and she leaves, but Fearne is in his room (the Vox Machina bathtub scene being inspiration), having asked to sleep there for comfort and asks them if it worries them. Which is where I often got to use this quote

'I don't believe in fate, but I believe in you'

And it sticks with me because it's super romantic, but also on-brand for Ashton, there were variations like the longer 'things only affect our path if we choose to believe they do; fate is complicated, the gods don't give a fuck, and I don't wanna even think about legacy anymore, I don't believe in them, but I believe in you' but then the next morning comes and Ashton gives her the ring, since I forgot about attunement there were instances where it was a sneaky sleight of hand thing, and Fearne completes the process. Of course, with weeks to go on there were a lot more scenarios like Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll to practice talking to and putting it back, Ashton seeking Mori for advice, herbal tea visions where Ashton entered their own mind and encounters the empress while on the outside Delilah possesses Laudna to try and drain the power from them, one where the shard having been reshaped through Ashton is less intense on Fearne for the first 4 rounds (since they blew up on the fifth) because Ashton's essence is containing and dissipating the hostile energy, and one where the group secretly vote against Ashton being there for Fearne taking the shard (Imogen, Laudna, and Chetney 3 to 2 against Orym and FCG) but Fearne as the decider pulls them over because she needs them there, stuff like that I'm sure fanfic writers could consume to their heart's content (and are free to, go nuts). But these scenes stood out because it had elements of stuff that are linked to or actually happened in the episode; Fearne does take the shard, Ashton endorses that Fearne is the only one who can take it, Ashton gives her the ring and Shattered Vigor is apparently a thing where Ashton is practically taking Fearne's pain to protect her, that alone is enough to go insane over.

And can we talk about the ring for a moment, because like THE RING. I'm not talking about generically either I mean that this ring has been significant to the shard saga ever since Ashton claimed it. It was found on the corpse of someone infused into stone, into the earth, right between the whole eidolons stuff where Ashton connected with an Earth elemental and then the Grau Dashari stuff with the crystals they merged with their hammer and then the Bor'dor incident, that could've easily been a titan-based punishment. Also, Ring of Volcanic Flesh, like Ashton's stone arm? And if that wasn't enough, what was the first thing Fearne stole from Ashton when they reunited? The ring, the act that broke down Ashton's walls as they let out a most heartfelt 'I missed you, so much' the ring that Fearne stole right off of Ashton's fingers only for them to willingly put in her hand to protect her, because just as they said at the clock tower, everything they have belongs to her. And while legacy and hubris had a part in the shard incident, part of it was also for Fearne. I don't believe there's any situation where if Fearne said she wanted the shard at the clock tower Ashton would've said no; Ashton knows that Fearne was key to the shard dislodging in the lava, they sensed it was in a way key to both of them, but there was no reality where Ashton was gonna force Fearne to take the shard if she didn't want it. And yes it blew up in their face, much like Fearne they saw an image of themselves they didn't want to be, their soul broke with the realisation that they hurt the one person they never wanted to hurt, but thanks to Percy they also realised that they had to change. It wasn't enough to see everyone else having someone at the reunion and internalizing 'if someone has to not come back it's gotta be me' they had to make steps towards being the person the Hells needs them to be, someone who can come back with them.

Which is where last episode started setting it up, and I didn't speak much about it at the time because other than the pretty plain 'I would've rather died than hurt Fearne' insinuation (which in turn was confessed to save Fearne from falling) there was only crumbs that could be interpreted other ways; for instance Birdie's tale with Athion and Olly being somewhat of a parallel to Tevan and Ashton, the formers wooing Birdie and Fearne with temptations of indulgence while the latters drawing their attention by being subjects of intrigue, defiance and kindness, plus they saved the latters (Birdie literally via escaping the prisons and Fearne emotionally and literally), or before the Orym conversation when Ashton takes 'one last look' Taliesin looks towards Ashley last. But I knew there was poetic significance to Ashton failing the communication trial, Marisha sensed the vibe too, but even though Fearne was nervous about guiding Ashton, the fault fell to poor dice rolls (and Liam not keeping shtum and summoning thunderwasps) and once again Ashton in an attempt to prove themselves falls flat on their ass in front of the person they most want to prove it to. And that did break my heart a little I must admit because as poetic as it was who hasn't been there? Ashton's journey of proving themselves has been laden with failure too; being unable to protect anyone from Otohan led to them almost being TPK'd, being unable to keep the group together at the Malleus Key led to the group being scattered, and then Team Trauma's stuff - Orym was despondent and Laudna's a wreck, got a random 'shepherd's boy', a powerful Cobalt Soul teen prodding about the solstice and all of Deni$e here added as mainly combat support, loners but no leaders, Dawnfather angel thinks them insignificant, dark spirits trying to consume their only leads about the Hishari - and the moment Ashton started to trust Bor'dor after the pipe vision what happens? Betrayal, Hunger of the Shadow and Delilah is let back in, Ashton couldn't even keep Laudna safe from herself, they reunite, try to sort out their shit with their past, discover that they might have a destiny to fulfill and end up being too willing to die in place of others, and unable to protect their new family from themselves, because of these recent failures it was important that Ashton proved themselves in the trust trial.

And thankfully they did, there was no way to prove that anyone was a Doppelganger and yet, Ashton still trusted Fearne; twice saving her from the flora even when told to leave her behind. And they were close to another failure when the branch was snatched - after their attempts to keep it safe by throwing it in the pool alone - but they trusted Chet and Orym (father/son duo) to cover more ground while they helped Fearne. And even when FCG told Ashton 'I think it's Fearne', and when Imogen was untrusting of Fearne, Ashton abandoned their held action to save FCG from the brambles because they knew Fearne could be trusted. They trusted Imogen to connect to Ruidus and as mentioned endorsed Fearne to take the shard.

And sure, in my mental scenarios Ashton gives her the shard, doing the same she did for them, but I did say almost like how I imagined. And Ashton still did everything they could, plus Imogen comforted their visible worry, but once it's complete they're just in awe, and then their own spark awakens through her touch, a touch they were unafraid of even at the threat of newfound fire, and now for the first time ever they feel whole. She saved them, and now they finally feel complete, and now this time Fearne is agape, Fearne is in awe, and everything she had hoped Ashton would gain from taking the shard before has come to fruition through her, and it's just, joy, pure incorruptible joy, a kindred connection that belongs to just them. Plus a big piece of paper for all the new powers they are excited to learn about from each other, with each other, and while Matt can talk about there being risks to them because you gotta balance the combat the narrative significance is still there.

But dammit they need to kiss, I've yelled it enough times in my head; like the lava, the clock tower, before and after Fearne took the shard, the only times they did kiss was before the solstice (the forehead kiss) and the ziggurat and both preceded bad times, they deserve a proper one, not one at risk of being a goodbye, something precious, irreplaceable and theirs to have, to share. And I don't know if they should use the patented 'can I kiss you?' or take a tip from BeauYasha and use 'I wanna kiss you so bad right now' or find something else to make their own but I desire it so much, had it happened this ep I probably would've melted out of my seat. They're awkward and nervous but they gotta take the leap, Ashton needs to realise they're loved and maybe even be told that they deserve it even when they feel they don't, and Fearne has to take a risk too, the shard put doubt to her decisions but that doesn't mean she can run from her strong emotions. It doesn't fix everything of course, but sometimes people heal better together than apart. As a currently vorbed half-elf once said 'drink the courage first'.

Curiosity continues to send me after the ep, and while some people are attempting to blemish or rain on the parade (I mean, I try not to speak ill of other ships in general, but if you're gonna be negative about it you can at least do it in your lane, your tags not ours) I am still just riding the high of the possibilities. True, the unknown can make me nervous, and I will admit the group has to give Ashton and Fearne space (they're just excited, and with the bloody bridge hinting to be a final moon-based battle there is that sense of urgency) Imodna had nudges sure but they have been a bit heavy-handed and kinda chaperoned around them, Fearne and Ashton seldom get time alone, one can hope they can get that time with each other next episode.

[vewyscawywriting]

The Only Real Sin is to Deny a Craving

Okay so am I insane for writing this? Perhaps. I was over at friends and when I asked what I should write for next they said Tahm Kench, and I took that as a challenge. Because of course. This one is for the freaks I guess :P

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Tahm Kench x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 2871 words

Tags: pussy eating, overstimulation, vore (if you squint)

Summary: Tahm Kench offers to show you the prettiest places along the river, and can't help himself from hungering. But his appetite for you is different from the usual.

It was official. You were somehow magical and also so very, very cursed. The River King had his eyes on you, and there was no hiding from him. Well, who exactly could you hide from in this place and with your abilities? 

The first time he came up to you and promised you a good time beyond your imagination you had almost shat yourself. Both in fear since, you know, Tahm Kench is a big guy... demon... thing, and also because what the fuck was he talking about? Those words coming from anyone else would've been a dream, but from him? Threatening beyond compare. What was he gonna do? Gobble you up, taxi you somewhere where the sunset looked all inviting and romantic and gobble you up for realsies in a "this isn't sexy I'm actually getting killed, this isn't a euphemism for sex, i can't state this enough, send help"- kinda way? It was a real possibility, no, scratch that, that was the only possibility. When he told you he could take you to the best spots along the river, fitting for an absolute doll like you, you practically choked on your drink.

"Are there many?" you gasped out after you got your breathing back under control, and you had no idea where this question even came from. Why were you humouring him? What was wrong with your brain?

"So many," he purred back, inclining his head and tipping his hat to you, "But only the best is good enough for your eyes, pretty thing."

Well, when he called you pretty thing in that southern drawl of his, how could you remain unaffected? The man had a way with words, and to be honest all he had to do was butter you up a little and you'd probably let yourself get whisked away like some sort of moron. In your brain a visual of some sort of list - quite like Pyke's - started to manifest itself, but instead of names for killing they were names of previous trysts with champions. The name Tahm Kench seemed to appear in vague strokes at the bottom, signalling some kind of future - tantalisingly inviting and dangerous and insane. Your mental state seemed to be more fragile than ever when you replied: "That sounds really interesting."

"I could take you the usual way, or if you want to give those pretty legs a workout we can walk along the river shores to where we want to go. Well, you know what I'd advise." He eyed you up, and you shivered. Or shuddered. It could have been both. Should have been just the shudder. "No reason for you to tire yourself out just yet."

Promising. Arousing. He was a large frog (sorry - Catfish), and this really shouldn't be.

"Give me some time to think about it." Your answer should've been a hard no, but really what reason did you have to reject him at this point. Your tryst list was long and extensive, and there were only 154 champions left to go. He could take one off the tally. You were insane. His tongue could probably reach your throat from your pussy. "I meant yes, that sounds amazing."

"Well, and here I thought you were just going to bat your eyes, but colour me surprised. So what will it be, or no, don't even answer sweet, I can see it in your pretty little eyes." - and the monsters jaw unhinged.

It was a strange, cosy feeling, like you were embraced in a warm all encompassing hug. You could get used to this, it made you feel a strange sense of safety-

and the next second you were out. You looked around slightly bewildered. Going from a dreamlike state to real life in a second got your brains needing second to catch up. He had dropped you off at the shoreside, where the river met the sea in a small waterfall, the sun rising just over the horizon as under your feet was a plaid blanket and a basket of food. Second breakfast came as a romantic picnic and you gasped.

"Well Dove, it's time I leave you to it then. Give a yell and I'll be back in a second, wouldn't want to spoil the view you see, or your appetite." And before you could reply he had already waddled his way into the river, leaving you alone with the food and the sound of flowing water. You were a little disappointed that he left. All the times the two of you had spoken he had been a gentleman and amazing conversation partner. His smooth, drawling voice had you feeling all kinds of ways, but the silence of the morning slowly getting filled with the sound of birds was something could definitely get used to as well. After you opened the basket you found it filled to the brim with sandwiches and sweets, and you wondered idly where he'd gotten the basket. There was no way he made this for you himself, there was no way. Lost in thought you took a bite of the food, watching the sun rise with a calm feeling washing over you. Yes, you could definitely get used to this. The spot next to you seemed a little lonely.

He was back right at the moment you were starting to feel like you were done.

"All done fattening up, dove?" he said, jokingly (you hoped), "I hope you enjoyed the humble meal, didn't have time to get anything fancy for someone like you, but I hoped the view would help with digestin'. Now, are you ready to head to the next place?"

You nodded and were whisked away again. Put onto solid ground minutes later, though it felt like seconds, you noticed he had taken you to another cosy spot. Sun filtering through the trees to make sure you only got the best of the rays, as wildflowers bloomed around you, busy bees flitting around creating a nice buzzing sound around you. After that second breakfast, sitting in the sun, alone with nothing or no one distracting you, you felt yourself dozing off. The first two times your eyes fell closed you caught yourself, stopping your head from dropping back against the rough bark of the tree, but the third time the lure of sleep got you in its clutches and you were unable to deny. During your little nap you could faintly hear the soft purring of a low voice, just speaking to the side of you, but you could not hear what he said. Or feel like listening when the sound alone was so soothing and lulling you back into sleep so sweetly. When you woke up the spot next to you was painfully empty.

"Well, it is high time for our final spot, beau," he drawled as you finally realised you were actually awake in such a pretty place. Tahm had good taste, and you couldn't wait to see what the last spot was he would drop you in, a little sad that it almost seemed to be the end of the date already.

"Now, for this one spot I want to take a little walk," he said, and you groaned as you stretched. The sun was already setting and you wondered how long you had been asleep, and why you even went to sleep out in the open with the River King as your sole companion in the first place. "It's a real special place, you see. Don't have a pretty thing on my arm that often, can't fault a man for trying to draw this out."

You were certain there was a blush on your face. You knew the demon was known for smooth talking, but never had you actually heard him seduce quite so literally. 

The reflection of the sunset on the river that wildly raged beside you had you almost blinded, and you let him guide you to the final spot, trusting him to keep you steady and safe. What a delectable fool you were. If he wanted to devour you he could have done so many times by now, but he was a patient man, and he hungered for something a little different than the usual today. 

A small stumble had you almost tumbling into the glistening river, but you were held steady as Tahm Kench purred in your ear that you had reached your destination. Hidden from view was a small clearing next to a waterfall, overlooking the forest below with the river meandering through the idyllic landscape. The sunset cast the world in a soft orange glow, as the sound of the waterfall beside you almost deafened you to the world. Almost missing Tahm's voice when he inclined his head to you and asked: "Now, most delectable summoner of mine. What is it you hunger for?"

He was still holding you, now in both his arms as he leaned you back, hanging over you as if you were in the middle of a dance. A shiver went through you as he spoke, the low vibrations traveling through you as you barely heard him above the sound of the water. You hungered for many things, but right now you were embarrassed to say you hungered for him. It must've shown in your eyes as you looked away, blush once again adorning your cheeks as he chuckled. "You're as subtle as you are tantalizing, dear. If you keep blushing like that I might just gobble you up... for what I hunger for is you, and I'm planning on overindulging tonight." 

Fear struck you, but you felt almost paralyzed when he lowered you down on the soft earth beneath you. "Now, don't you worry your little head you hear, I won't release you from your life yet... not in the literal sense that is. Though you might wish for me to do so later."

What did he mean? What did that mean?? His large form hovered over you, grabbing your thighs and opening your legs as he leaned forward to inhale deeply. "That aroma seduces..." he purred as his tongue lolled out to lick rows upon rows of sharp teeth, and you felt a throb of arousal so deeply you had to stop yourself from groaning. 

"For what do you hunger, summoner?" he once again purred as claws hooked onto your jeans, pulling slightly, fabric dragging down your skin just enough to tease. "Tell me, and your cravings will be satisfied."

His maw was opened in a smile from ear to ear, tongue peeking out just barely as a promise more than anything, and you were able to whisper just above the sounds of nature around you. "You."

"Well, how could I possibly refuse such a tantalizin' request," he replied, tongue already out, oh so eager to have a taste of you, as with a quick drag your lower half was unclothed, shiver betraying your arousal as a cool wind hit your unsurprisingly wet core. He wasted no time giving a long, sloppy lick from your anus to your clit and you gasped at his greed, a low purr escaping him. He drawled out his satisfaction, as his tongue gave another wet lick down your nethers, uncaring about technique or decorum as all he wanted to was savour your essence on his tongue. "You simply taste divine," he said, pushing your legs wider around him as he dove in further, tip of his tongue entering you to get more, as the top of his tongue was firm on your clit. He pushed in further and you groaned as he started lapping at your walls as if he was having a great meal, his hums of satisfaction thrumming through your body as if he was a giant vibrator. Your orgasm came fast and overwhelming, brought on by his greed while his hands gripped at your thighs tightly. A gasp of his name, a cry for him to pause, but he didn't, slurping up your essence as he continued his onslaught. 

"That was barely an appetizer, dear," he drawled, tongue still inside you as drool dripped down on you from his giant maw, soaking your lower half even more than you had managed yourself. "Now I was saving my appetite for you for quite some time, so it's going to take a little more than that to satisfy me, y'see?"

You weren't sure if you did see. As a matter of fact your eyes had closed a long time ago, and your brain hadn't really been functioning all day either. All you knew was the pleasure he was providing you with, the sloppy technique he employed that somehow made you see stars with every wet, greedy lick. Your legs were shivering in his grasp, but he didn't let up, the sound of the river not enough to cover the obscene sounds his tongue made inside of you as he pushed in further still - eager for more. He was truly trying to devour you, and you gasped out as your walls fluttered around him, gushing wetness as you felt yourself rush to another shaky orgasm. It came just as quick as you shivered in his hold, head thrown back as he once again voiced his appreciation at your offering. A moan escaping him between slurps as instead of slowing down he sped up once again. 

"No, wait," you gasped, trying to get away from him in earnest, but your treacherous legs pulled him closer, arms flailing above your head as they tried to find purchase in the grass. You were sure by now you had pulled out all the grass around you, and even unearthed some small shrubbery you got your hands on, but you needed something to hold onto as tears filled your eyes at the overstimulation. "Tahm I can't-"

"I'm sure you can, doll, just a little more," his voice was smooth as always, but a rough edge had appeared, making you cry out as he practically bent you in half, legs around your face as he tongue fucked you in earnest, making sure to lap up any and all of your arousal as he went. "My hunger has not yet been sated."

His hunger was never going to be sated, you thought as tears ran down your face, but your core throbbed in maddening deliciousness. Your mouth was open in constant gasps and whines, begs escaping you though you weren't sure if you were asking him to stop or continue at this point. Your sore pussy spasmed around his long tongue as the slightly rough texture of it rubbed against your clit. And with the way he was bent over you it rubbed your entire stomach as well, soaking the shirt you still wore with his drool as he ate you out like a man starved. "Please," you gasped out between keening gasps, unable to hold in your sounds as you were unsure you had another orgasm in you, not with how intense the other two were. But your body was as greedy as him as your stomach tightened so intensely you thought you were going to turn inside out, more fluids squirting out of you as you gasped and writhed on the grass. "Enough, ahh, enough," you cried and when his tongue retreated you almost started crying in earnest. 

"Such a fragile little thing," he said, grinning. "Barely enough to take the edge off the craving." he leaned back, holding your spend body up to his large, wanting maw, as your lower half recoiled from the feeling of warm breath hitting your abused pussy. "Just one more... just a little dessert, and I'll let you go..." A shuddering groan was his answer as he leaned back a little further, placing you with your legs wide over his impossibly large face, mouth opening to ease your entire lower half into his mouth. "...then, I'll be satisfied."

You were going to die. No, at this point you wished you could escape his long tongue that once again licked his way towards your entrance, but now it felt like your entire lower body was getting devoured by him, and you spasmed as you felt liquid drip down into his almost painfully hot, waiting maw. Words were foreign to you now, as only weak mewling sounds escaped you, shivering and shuddering with every lick. It was almost gentle, the way he moved it, but it could as well have been pain he was inflicting upon you, so intense was the feeling it evoked. Sharp teeth rubbed against your ankles that hung from the corners of his lips, scratching and drawing just the tiniest bit of blood, a taste that almost drove him to madness himself. 

You understood now, why he said you might be wishing for him to release your life at the end. There was nowhere to escape him, and your fingers dug into his skin as you came for the fourth time, a shuddering cry escaping you as you squeezed out the last you had in you. He drank you greedily, deeply, and finally released you with a satisfied chuckle. Gently he held your boneless form to his chest, as he looked down upon you almost lovingly. 

"Now, that meal left me satisfied," he chuckled, "Until next time."

[yandere-wishes]

˖ ࣪⊹𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞/𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐜𝐞 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⸸ Yandere! Capitano x reader

༒︎ Summary: He's the ice bearer, the monster sent to snuff out the flames of your homeland. But isn't that just love? To kill with such passion. Wouldn't anything else just be a lie?

🗡Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, and gore, reader has a pyro vision and wields a claymore

𓌜 author's note: I made some Girlypop Capitano edits to sorta fit the vibe: One & Two

๋࣭ ⭑𓆩✧𓆪⭑ ๋࣭

Do you love me? Or do you love how I make you feel?

๋࣭ ⭑𓆩✧𓆪⭑ ๋࣭

Kachina is lost

She does not emerge from the scared flame

Nor does her ancient name echo across the skies.

Life stills, death looms.

light wanes, darkness reaches.

The glow of the sacred flame burns your eyes.

It's ambers whispering grime truths.

"I volunteer to go, too. You'll need all the help you can get."

Mavuika's flame mane rasps across her shoulders as she shakes her head. Lips taut in thought, sepia brows furled in eccentric fret. You've yet to see this shade of worry painted across your archon's face.

"I can't afford to excuse you, especially now that I fear my powers are dwindling. I need someone to have my back. Besides I'm sure the champians can handle it."

Duty first, that's the oath of the Princesses of Flame. Guard the archon with your life, protect her through any means necessary.

You force your head into a sharp nod.

The chill in the stadium air sends a nervous tang rippling through your spine. You've heard the Wayob speak of this sort of frost before. This all encompassing thing.

His boots grace the stadium floor with all the grace of falling stars. Ethereal armor glows in the soft roar of dancing flames. Icicles in dawn's first light.

The tall figure tilts his armor-clad head up at the archon's perch, with impertinence. You almost swear you hear a chuckle of mockery chime from the inside of his helmet.

"Pyro Archon" he speaks, voice distant and distorted, ice on ice through hail storms. The chill glides across your body again, how can one man be so cold? Shouldn't the cold be a sweet thing? Relief from harsh suns and harsher fires?

"Since the oath made five centuries ago remains unfulfilled, what use is the gnosis in your hands?"

He is all ice. But not the sugar-laced ice cubes that float leisurely in spiced cacao milk. No. He is the harsh verglas only spoken of in hushed tones around grisly campfires. The ice that leaves plains frozen and destroyed. It kills all things warm, all things that breathe.

There is a chill in the air.

It penetrates the skin and nests between the bones.

subconsciously you run your fingers across your neck.

"I challenge you for the gnosis, for the right over Natlan's rules" He shrugs off the heavy cape, the multilayered garment with too much wool and heat.

Strange, strange thing.

It amazes you how he hasn't melted from wearing such stout apparel in such smoldering climate. He tosses it to the side careful to never ripe the precious fabric.

"Fight, or summon your champion"

Your hand rests heavily on Mavuika's shoulder. Eyes transfixed in a silent plea.

The people need their Archon.

Natlan needs its Archon.

Besides this is your duty.

Mavuika nods.

Red eyes never once straying from the intruder.

Vicious sparks flicker across your palm. Like sparking a match across dried bark. You feel the inforno's kiss licking past your skin, weaving into the bone, as your weapon materializes. Your fingers ring across the worn, burnt handle of your loyal armament.

"I shall fight you fatui, for the honor and glory of Natlan and the Pyro Archon."

He watches you through the mask, through the ebony darkness that shields his mysterious visage. He reminds you of how Saurians watch their prey. Weighing each tiny breath, tasting each heartbeat through the air. He looks nothing less than regally monstrous.

Like death, doom, and despair.

You've tasted this before, engraved the bitterness upon your tongue, and honed your body to fight it. He will not take Natlan, he will not condemn your home to his cold.

The weight of your claymore pulls you down. Plunging into hard rock. You watch as he bats the dust with his hand. Gloved and armoured. What is he hiding? You wonder. What man truly needs so many layers? Armor, ice, frost, steel, wool. You long to peel them away, desperate to find something human underneath. Something squishy and worm. You want to feel his heartbeath between your teeth. Drink from his warm blood and relish in the sweet aftertaste. A testament to how you conquered the cold.

You've never seen someone so eager to be hidden in layers up layers.

Snow on ice.

Ice on iron.

"You're awfully young to take on such a big responsibility little girl"

his voice makes you shiver, you can almost taste his ice on your tongue.

Bitter, like barbwire and salt.

"Don't mock me Fatui" You warn, molding your body into a battle stance, knees folded almost kissing the stadium floor, weapon clasped with both hands. Eyes on the target.

Just like Mavuika taught you.

Just like you taught Kachina.

You can feel the heat from your vision coursing through your body, cracking your bones and mingling with marrow. You wait, just one more breath. You use the pyro blessing to project yourself through the air, like an arrow aimed straight for the man made of ice and lies. Swinging your claymore, ready to dent his helmet - and hopefully his head inside-  but he blocks it with his glacier sword. Just a thin dainty thing, capable of quelling your inferno-laced colossus.

Capitano advances, with a flick of his sword he pushes you back. Your heart hammers wildly, someone so skilled so strong, it's almost a shame he can never compete in the pilgrimage. That he can never be on your side.

You use the momentum of his push to frontflip through the foggy air. You land squarely on his wide shoulders, digging your foot into his trapezius muscle, while your knee scrapes his other shoulder for balance. You swing your claymore once more, trying to strike his head off. But to your shock, he parries it with the back of his rime gauntlets.

You keep pushing trying to slice through ice, armor, flesh, anything. Yet everything about this man seems to be made of inviolable steel adorned with everlasting cyro. For a second the metal of his helmet kisses the inside of your thighs. There is no shame in battle, no flirting with the opponent. There are only two bodies entwined until death and defeat. Until one rises and one falls. Still, there's something about the way his black face, regards yours that has a shy blush creeping on the hollows of your cheeks. The man, no this formidable monster is far too close, it's almost as if he's longing for a kiss. You leap back, whispering patronymic blessing to the Archon when your feet meet solid rock once more.

"You fight well little girl, but your attacks are careless, loose. You can not defeat opponents if you can not penetrate their defenses."

He dashes, so quickly you almost think he's flickering between the ground and air. You feel his familiar cold before, you feel the hilt of his sword nestle into your abdomen. He leans forward, helmet sending frostbite through the side of your head "You smell so sweet, like the roses of Snezhnaya". Capitan thrusts his sword with raw force sending you soaring into the stadium walls, the rocks crumple around you, as you struggle to lift yourself up once more.

Your eyes try to carve sight through dust and debris. The air is thick, hot and cold. You blink twice desperate for your eyes to focus. There are silhouettes dancing towards you twirling through the air like Yumkasaurus.

Capitano's ice projectiles glide through the air, they're almost beautiful if you could doubt their lethality. He commands them with flickers of his wrist, and it's only when their frost kisses your body that you fully remember this is a battle, not a dance. They lounge themselves between your ribs, underneath your heart, in the plump of your thigh, the bullseye of your shoulder. Pretty icicles cut open your flesh burying themselves deeply inside you, you'd almost dub it romantic, with how the icicles intonate to your erratic heartbeat.

The frost begins to infiltrate your vascular flow, cauterizing you from the inside. Spreading through the outside, you hiccup out a low moan. Capitano laughs, in a tone that feigns mockery. "I see my ice is to your liking". You bite your lip holding back another moan, it's so wholly painful yet so satisfying. You were right the cold does offer such a delicious relief from the blazing inferno all around.

Your opponent stalks closer, kneeling by your freezing body. You doubt Muarvirka can see through the grey air permutating the stadium. Maybe that's why, away from all prying eyes. The captain lifts his helmet revealing smirking lips. He grazes the side of your mouth with a faux kiss. savoring your warmth before, parting your lips, and deepening the kiss. Even his lips are utterly frozen, he sucks you flames from your mouth extinguishing your fires, with blood-deep frost. He runs a cold iron-clad claw across her cheek, scrapping up the skin, creating a rivulet of red. Before licking it lovingly with his icy tongue. "Why are you so cold?" you shutter, "Why so frostbitten? Has no one ever taught you the joys of the flame?"

He laughs, really really laughs this time. And while you still can't see his eyes, you swear they soften. "I've been burnt too many times, trust me the cold has its merits. But one must be willing to surrender to them."

Capitano plucks your body from the ground. He cradles you roughly in his arms.

He has no warmth to offer.

No heat.

He is only ice.

The fog yields, as you look up. Mavuika screams, her anger palpable. "I'll accept her as my prize for now archon" Capitano spits. "But next time I shall challenge you and know that I will take the gnosis too."

The flames in the stadium roar, trying to melt away the frost plaguing your body. Trying to replenish your spark. You begin to flail and kick, desperate to be liberated from Capitano's iron and frost-clad grasp.

You need to break free, to return to your archon's side, to be there when the others return with Kachina. You can not let this monster pilfer you away from your home, your people, your archone.

"Let me go!" you scream, your last attempt at a battle cry.

"Shhh, war trophies have no right to refuse."

⋆⋆⋆༺𓆩⸸𓆪༻⋆⋆⋆

Super tempted to draw the reader's outfit!!

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[sonnyaavce]

DP x DC prompt # 6

There’s a kid crying, a blue skinned white headed kid that was just sitting there crying his eyes out in a panic as he was covered in a very large and dark cloak that was dwarfing him… that was cute to see but, the thing wouldn’t be an issue if there weren’t for the clusterfuck of dead cultist surrounding a green ominous portal under him while the poor kiddo shed luminescent tears nonstop.

“Why is there a kid?” ‘dumb question to ask Captain but sure let’s go with that yeah?’ scoffed annoyed Constantine after eyeing the magic champion while some of the members of the Justice League finished some of the goons that were still alive and resisting, Constantine just watched in dumbfounded stupor the crying baby eldritch abomination still wailing over there.

“I’ll go check on him first” said Wonder Woman, being the first to react after finishing her part, slowly walking forward with gentle steps and humming tunes to make the small baby calm down a bit and refocus on her. Dianna never went too closer to grab the small kid, but she slowly crouched in front of him, palms out and leveling her face in a calm expression, so the kid wouldn’t freak out while she still hummed songs and cooed calming words.

The poor kid wails gradually subsided and ‘oh my god, why are those eyes way too green!’ His eyes were completely black except his irises being a bright neon green shine, his small body trembled when only small hiccups stayed, in his small crying fit the lad had ended up sucking his thumb in a desperate attempt to calm down while looking for any non-frightening competent adult and after only seeing Dianna in front of him he tried to raise his small arms towards her but immediately cried as his arms wouldn’t move at all.

“I think the little boy is injured…” said Wonder Woman, breaking the silence once all suspects were aprehended and tied down “explain what you can see Wonder Woman” chastised Batman as he tried to walk towards her to check on the small boy only to be stopped by Superman, who had his eyes shinning red as he looked at the kid “For what I can see, the small child seems to have some broken bones and some internal bleeding… also there’s seems to be a sphere in the middle of his chest?”

“The demon baby is hurt?” Constantine blurted out incredulous, Zatanna wacked him furiously for that comment “if you haven’t heard what Superman said, he said he saw a sphere so it’s not a demon John! it’s a tuttelagé you idiot!”

“How the fuck would you know that isn’t a démonos, Z?!” cussed the magician as he moved a bit back while Zatanna then moved towards Wonder Woman, with spells already healing the poor baby body “tuttelagés are known to be protective spirits of kids that died wishing to protect their loved ones, their wish is then concentrated in their chest as a sphere so to see a young one hurt like this…” Wonder Woman looks grimm at the implications while Zatanna finish healing the young spirit and allows Dianna to pick him up once he’s done healing and calmed down bit.

“Someone must have hurt his protegué so bad that his body is getting affected by it” sentenced Batman as he glared with concern at the small baby who now is now resting his head in Wonder Woman arms and falling asleep.

MEANWHILE

Danny is soo scared and hurt all around his tiny body, the wounds he had while being subjected to the examine table makes him tear up in pain while also making his chest feels funny once the weird forced summoning spell stops pulling his being into existing; green stops flooding his vision only to be meet by a dark and open space full of dead people dressed in weird costumes, so the only answer he has to this is to wail.

Because thats all he can do now, cry. He cries and cries after all what had occurred to him; he cries for his parents betrayal and rejection of his being, he cries for the cruelty they subjected him into, the torture he had to endure and almost making his core break, he cries for his friends deaths when they tried to free him from all his pain but failed.

He cries and cries until the pain into his core is unbearable because he just lost his fright, his connection to the living, his reason of being here. He’s still crying when his senses tenses the moment something changed in his surroundings, he hears fighting and grunting and something falling down and he cries harder; because he’s scared and tired and he just wants Jazz to carry him and…

There’s someone humming, nice humming, calm humming, steps coming closer and then he looks up, scared and hurt and just tired only to find a beautiful black headed and blue eyes woman dressed in a nice outfit crouching in front of him, she’s humming something to him and just looking at him with calm and such gentleness that it makes him croon at her because he feels his core sing ‘she’s nice and pretty and safeSAFEsafeSAFE’ he tries to reach out to her but his arms fell numb and ouchie and he looks up to her, in a silent plea for her so she would carry him but she’s not moving, just looking at him gently.

Until he sees another woman coming closer to them and he tenses up again, afraid and cautious, still a bit frightened by her aura but her hands are starting to glow and he immediately feels his body swaying and feeling a lot better, so he relaxes his body and let’s the pretty woman carry him so he can rest his head and nuzzle asleep.

His core sings pleased ‘I’m safe… she’s nice and safeSAFEsafeSAFE’

-TBC-

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[elgaberino-mcoc]

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[naffeclipse]

Champion

Gladiator!Reader x Gods!Sun, Moon, & Eclipse

Commission Info

This was such a fun and unique fic to write and I'm honored @drops-of-the-sun requested my writing for their AU! A mix of gladiators and gods with two offers and difficult choices. I also loved describing the boys as gods and how they interacted with their champion!

Content Warning for suggestive themes.

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The domus, a large house, stands tall and grand. In the shadow of the colosseum, it is a mere footstep of smooth marble but no less imposing. The double doors are gilded in gold, and the guards escorting you speak not a word as they push you through the entrance and into the atrium. You gaze around, wary. A large central hall is open at the roof, allowing sunlight to stream down and open up what would otherwise be drenched in shadows. Lavish decorations of gold vases, jewel-bright pottery, and marbled floors scream of the high importance of those residing here. The walls are splashed in frescoes of deep blue midnights and burning yellow mornings; the glorious depictions of the astral beings who must use this as a villa during the god games.

Why do they summon you now?

Aligned with the front door is a dark curtain of blue speckled with tiny yellow stars separating a study from the rest of the building. The guard pushes you towards it. You glare back at the rudeness of your escort. Though you are still a captive, you are a famous gladiator. Your renowned skills earn you much recognition within the colosseum, and though fame does not grant you freedom, it provides you with status. Status that should keep from being treated so harshly, like a lamb led to slaughter. 

Unless that’s what you have become in such a short time. The god games are soon. Your heart cools like iron left out to crumble and crack at the thought of your patrons choosing to cast you aside for another—and forsake your chance for freedom.

A strong, steady voice speaks beyond the curtain.

“Enter, our champion.”

The guards step back in a unison beat of footsteps, standing tall and fearful of the gods they serve.

You however straighten with grizzled anticipation. You smooth down your chilton, a knee-length, short-sleeved tunic, and adjust the cloak carefully wrapped around your body. Stepping forward, you sweep the curtain aside and enter the study.

The room glitters lowly with the light filtering in from small square windows. A glow from the bronze couches, overrun with plush cushions, brightens the space. A center table piece of polished wood lies gilded in gold. The walls are finely decorated in frescoes of yellow ochre and blues so dark they’re almost black. 

Two astral beings fill the room with their radiance. You remain guarded as you bow yourself before them in reverence. Your patrons are powerful. You do not trust them.

One steps forward, his body flickering with living flames. He dons dark armor, cladded with a rich red cloak down his back. Gold chains bridge over his chest and attach to his shoulders with the rich symbol of the sun. Aptly decorated, for he is Sun.

A marking that is upon your lower back, a stamp of claim when you first became their champion, shares the symbol.

The second astral being leans against the wall, draped in shadows. Moon. You resist a shiver as his crimson, otherworldly eyes look over you with an expression you can’t read. He lingers on the scar on your face, and you nearly turn your head away in anger that he would openly gaze at the marred flesh you despise. His arms are folded, and his skin is the living flesh of the night sky, dark and deep blue, with tiny stars speckling his body. He wears gray linen, thin and climbing up his throat. A tendril not unlike a nightcap falls over his shoulder from behind his head, shimmering softly.

“Welcome,” Sun greets boldly. He gestures an open arm over the couches. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You silently pad to the bronze seat. Sitting down, you loathe how they stand over you, lording, commanding, an untouchable power radiating from their beings.

“You are stunning, our champion.” Sun steps closer, and draws his finger along the scar of your face, leaving a hot trail over the bridge of your nose. “Your physical prowess is lethal and your strategic cunning is a marvel to behold.”

You hold very still, jaw clenched and muscles pulled taut along the length of your body. The beat of your heart jumps.

“Yes?” you inquire.

Sun flashes a burning smile, his pale eyes flicking like candlelight.

“We have an offer for you.”

Moon steps forward. He studies you fiercely, eyes half-lidded before he speaks.

“Become our consort.”

You stare, struck by the astral beings. A thick haze takes over your mind.

They already claim you, a marking of a moon and sun sitting on your lower back, circled in black. You, their champion. But to become a consort would mean a fight you have never faced before. Would they use you? Bleed you dry of all your mortal love before casting you aside? Do they only care to preserve their favorite fighter?

You don’t dare lean into their silvered words. How can you?

“We are waiting for your answer, my champion.” Sun steps closer. He takes your hand and brings it to his mouth where the temperance warmth of his flames lick your knuckles. “You have never been so uncertain in battle. Why begin now?”

“If you accept, you will have freedom,” Moon rasps darkly. He slips like a shadows to your side. He gathers your other hand and drags the back of his finger down a scar that cuts the length of your forearm. “You may refuse if you wish.”

“And rot in the colosseum,” Sun punctures cheerfully. 

You shiver in equal parts fear and uncertainty.

Freedom. You could see your mother again, after all these years. She was frail before you were thrown into the gladiator fights. You have often imagined how unkind the years have been to her and your younger brother while you’ve been held away in the colosseum. How big has your brother grown? Has he moved on? Begun his own life? You hope so.

The two gods loom over you. You cannot keep them waiting.

You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again. This is not the simple task of cutting another down. This is your fate of dancing between the will of astral beings and your desires. 

Can you trust your patrons?

“I beg, my lords, for time to consider this most gracious offer,” you speak, cool and cordial, but careful.

The flames of Sun’s being flare for a heartbeat, and the heat upon your hand creeps to an unbearable degree. Moon’s hand tightens around your wrist as if to place you in shackles. Would it matter to them if a consort is willing or not?

Sun grins and releases your hand. “Very well. A day should be plenty for you to understand what a gift this is. Moon?”

“Agreed.” He sets your hand back on your lap with a rubied stare. “You may go.”

You bow again and slowly rise. Without a word, you leave their presence, their stares cutting through your spine and into your very core before the curtain falls. You breathe out.

Is freedom worth the price of becoming two gods’ consort?

Your quarters are meager, dusty pale walls with simple wooden furniture strangely strewed with lavish gifts from rich contributors and sponsors of your battles. There are letters from those you celebrate your victories and root for more bloodshed by your hand. 

If you accept being Sun’s and Moon’s consort, you are then slotted in as their champion for the god games, and winning such a battle would win you everything. Your gods’ affections, freedom, and the power to choose your fate—should your lords treat you well and properly.

You don’t believe they will simply adore you. They yearn for something. They wish to use up precious life at their whim.

But do you stay and fester, fighting until you grow older and more unbalanced, and a blade catches your heart?

What choice is there when it is between two shared fates of doom?

You do not light a lamp. You stay in the darkness and contemplate how you will answer in the morning. 

A disturbance pulls you from your brooding. Under your door, darkness shifts. Before you can reach for your weapon, a column of smoke slips into your room. It spills and twists upon itself. From it emerges a god.

Your eyes widen before you throw yourself down on your knees, and bow properly. Never had you hosted such a guest in your pitiful chambers.

“Eclipse,” you breathe.

“Do not speak,” he growls. The god holds his two sets of arms wide. His skin is dark maroon, almost colorless. His loose brown robes expose his chest and the burning orange star set within his chest like an exposed heart. His one eye glows not unlike embers pulsing within a fire. A fierce marring on his other eye removes it completely. He glides deeper into the darkness of your room, standing before you.

“Rise, and sit with me.” He moves without confirming your movement. Draping himself upon the humble workings of your dull wooden couch, he waits for you. His head tilts expectantly. His sharp teeth flash, waiting. 

You have no choice but to answer. Straightening, you rise to your feet and stand before him. His relaxed, reclined position on the couch is too uninhibited for your liking. 

The god smirks up at you, his tongue running over his wicked fangs.

“Sit.” He pats his thigh.

You do, falling into the god’s lap. His arm immediately wraps around your waist. You hold your breath steady as if you tread black water, afraid of sinking into his abysmal mass.

“I have come here to make you a most beautiful proposal.” His upper right arm finds your hair, cut short with an undershave, and strokes the scars over the back of your neck. It takes all your being to not shudder.

Your eyes flash to his in the darkness. 

He grins wickedly and snarls softly, “Become my champion.”

Your lips part, eyes widening. 

“Oh, I know,” he chuckles ruefully, “Sun and Moon think they can keep you all to themselves. But you don’t have to be tethered to them, dragged into their apathetic schemes. No, I will show you what a true champion deserves.”

You hold horrible still as his claws softly scrape over your hip bone. His eyes fall to your lower back side, where your chilton conceals the gods’ marking upon you.

“And you would not have to tell them you have chosen another,” he says, his eye half-lidded. “You need only to say you have accepted their proposal. Then you will watch them, study them, and tell me what you have found. What do they lack? Where do they stumble?”

You wish so horribly to speak but if an astral being commands you, you must obey. Your teeth grind softly together.

“Do this,” he lowers himself to your ear. His glinting teeth graze the shell of it, and you clench your fists, “and I will free you. I will adore you eternally.”

You hold yourself rigid under the god’s offer. That may be the ultimate demise. If you taunted Sun and Moon and betrayed them to another, how would they obliterate you? Your very being could be scattered to the cosmos like stardust. 

But Eclipse offers you something more. 

“You may speak,” he says and draws a clawed hand down your thigh. He clutches you close. His one eye admires you as if you were a golden crown.

Your mouth is dry. Wetting your tongue, you face the astral being as if he draws in the very light of the world into him. Nothing can escape, not even you.

“Do I have your sworn oath that no harm will come upon me should I agree to such a plot?” 

His single burning eye glimmers.

“Yes.” His hands tighten around you. “I give it now, pledging myself to you, gladiator. We will be equals. Though you will be consort in name, you hold the power of a god at your disposal when you accept my hand.”

You hold your breath. A god’s oath is too powerful, and unbreakable, even by their strengths. 

You could soon be free.

“I will give you the night to reach a decision.” Eclipse slides you off of his lap as if you were only a feather. He sets you sweetly back on the thin cushion of your couch. “By morning, when you return to Sun and Moon, I will have your answer. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Twisting smoke envelopes him. Again, the thick haze of his traveling form slips under the door, and you are left in the dark without his crackling orange light.

You don’t move. Your fate is in your hands, and you must choose.

[iliketangerines]

,,,,,,,,part 2 to “your thoughts and mine” ??

your thoughts and mine pt.2

a/n: ofc my fellow mk 2021 kung lao fucker

pairing: bi han, kuai liang, tomas vrbada x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, pussy eating, idk just horny

you stare as the Lin Kuei arrive at the Wu Shi Academy to finish you and the other’s training, and you nervously tug at the edge of your gloves

usually you wouldn’t be wearing them, unneeding anymore with the relationship that had developed between you and the others, but you don’t know the Lin Kuei all that well

their grandmaster stands in the front by Liu Kang while Kuai Liang and Tomas stand behind them, wearing their masks and staring at the five of you

Kung Lao and Raiden shift around excitedly, ready to test their new skills against them while Kenshi shifts around a bit more nervously

Johnny looks positively irritated, fists clenching as he glares at Bi Han specifically, probably still peeved that the grandmaster had broken his hichuli

but you don’t have any feeling toward them, just nervousness at the sight of the strangers, only knowing them through the stories from the others

Liu Kang had recruited you personally and hadn’t brought along the assassins with them

you’re snapped back to the present as they stalk forward, almost like predators sizing up their prey, and you tap your fingers against the side of your thighs to try and suppress a shiver at the sight of them

the god in front of you introduces them to you and the others, saying that they will be there to help finish up your training and enhance the skills that they have learned here

all three of them size the five of you up, and the grandmaster scoffs at the sight of all of you, clearly not happy to be here

you avert your gaze and follow Liu Kang when he beckons for all of you to walk with him to the training grounds, and you hold your breath when he starts calling up the champions for sparring

thankfully, Kung Lao and Bi Han go first, and you watch with bated breath as they spar, Bi Han summoning his blades of ice and Kung Lao moving much like the wind to parry and deal blows

as the spar ends, Bi Han over Kung Lao with the blade pressed to the monk’s neck, Liu Kang calls off the spar and looks to you and the others to ask why Kung Lao had lost

all of you give advice, giving points and demonstrations on how Kung Lao could avoid blows and look for weak spots, and you beckon Kenshi to the training grounds to show a move

demonstrating it a few times, you brush some dirt from his face and try to give him a soft smile for lightly roughing him up, and he turns his head to kiss the palm of your cheek

you flush and roll your eyes, walking back to the crowd and waiting for Liu Kang’s verdict on the next fight

the day passes by similarly, and you steel your breath and bring it back into your body as you circle the ring across from Tomas

he had already been in one match already against Kenshi, but he doesn’t even look the slightest bit tired

raising your gloved fists, you wait for his attack as he spins the karambit in his hand, and one second he’s across the ring and another second he’s directly in your face, about to tackle you down

you move on instinct, dodging and attempting to get out of the situation and ending up where he had previously been in the ring

the two of you play a game of cat and mouse for a minute longer before you finally decide to make the first move, and he reacts quickly

his body moves like mist, dissipating whenever you try and strike him, and you try not to let it get to your head as he dodges almost every single one of your strike

a few of them do land, but not enough to justify hurting him and you struggle to keep your breath steady as you fight him

his experience clearly shines through as he slams you down into the dirt, and the wind is knocked out of you as you gasp for air

he leans over you, asking if you were okay, and you groan, world still spinning upon its axis and pain stinging and pounding at the back of your head

Tomas slowly helps you up, keeping a careful watch of you, and his head comes up to your hair, feeling for any bump on the back of your head

when his fingers leave, they only slightly brush against your neck, but you can hear his voice clear in your mind, saying that you need more practice

he stands up and holds a hand out for you, and you take it, pulling yourself up and turning your face away from the others, slightly embarrassed at how easily you had lost

Liu Kang however doesn’t ask for any advice for you, he only dismisses you back to the ring while Johnny steps up to the ring against the gray assassin

you glance over at the god, a little frustrated, a little angry, and a little curious as to why he hadn’t asked to give you any advice

Bi Han keeps his glare focused on the ring, but Kuai Liang glances at you, telling you that you did well for a fighter with no previous experience

looking back at him, you give him a shy duck of your head, hand coming up to touch the back of your head just to personally confirm there wasn’t a bump

he nods to you and looks back to the ring, the both of them a blur in the field as they spar with each other, and you wonder what the others are thinking

the day ends and none of you except for Johnny has won, and it only served to inflate his boosted ego

you and Kenshi suffer the brunt of the bragging at the dinner table as Kenshi sits next to Johnny and you sit directly across from the actor

he sends you a wink, asking if he gets a prize from you for winning tonight, and you laugh and hold out your bare hand for him to take

his warm hand encompasses your own, and you send him images on you on your knees in front of his spread legs

Johnny’s knee slams into the table, sending all eyes to him, and you withdraw your hand with a sly smile but not before telling him through your connection to meet you in your bedroom tonight

the rest of the dinner flies by without incident, except for Kung Lao complaining about his sore muscles and then sending Raiden a flirty glance and saying that he should help get all those kinks out

when Raiden glances over to the assassins giving an unimpressed look towards the monk, Raiden declines the offer

which is when Kung Lao turns his attention to you, batting his eyelashes and asking if you would help roll out his muscles and maybe he’ll help you relax too

you sigh, but the small smile on your lips betray your amusement

tilting your head to Johnny just slightly, Kung Lao pouts and turns back to his food, sighing into his food and bemoaning his bad luck today

Bi Han lets out a tch sound and stands from the table and excuses himself from dinner, and you can feel his chill even as he passes by you

Kuai Liang and Tomas glance at each other and continue eating their food, keeping their conversation light as you and other defenders talk

soon enough, the dinner bell tolls in the air, and all of you start collecting the empty dishes to bring to the kitchens

just as you leave the room, Liu Kang steps in front of you, and you pause, bowing your head at him

he asks for you to follow him, and you purse your lips together and hand your dishes over to Johnny, telling him to wait for you and that you’ll be back soon

the walk to his office is silent, and you fidget with your fingers, realizing that you hadn’t brought your gloves with you and had left them at the dinner table

hopefully, you wouldn’t accidentally touch anyone

as Liu Kang opens up the door, you spot the eldest brother sitting near his desk, scowling at you and clearly unhappy to see you

the god ushers you inside and closes the door behind you, finally speaking to you and saying that he hadn’t recruited you to fight for the defenders

you turn to him in confusion and then rage at the fact that you had been torn from your life to participate in something you had no worth in

he holds his hand up, saying that it was good for you to learn self-defense, but your true purpose was to help him gather information

lately, there were rumors of a sorcerer in the the ears of Sindel, and he needed confirmation and information about the sorcerer, someone who had the power to upset the peace he had tried very hard to keep

the only other seat in the room is the one across from Bi Han and suddenly you understand why Liu Kang had brought you here

your hands shake as you kneel across from Bi Han on the soft pillows, and he holds his hands out and Liu kang reassures the assassin that you wouldn’t be able to procure any valuable information just yet

the god tells you to try and find Bi Han’s favorite food from his memories, and you give him a nod and then look into the assassin’s glaring eyes

the grandmaster purses his lips and holds one hand out, and you take a breath, hesitating for just a moment, before you finally place your hand in his

his thoughts freeze you, sending shivers down your spine, as if his coldness was just a part of his being, and you can hear his brain practically shouting at you

thoughts of you being incompetent, a terrible fighter, a worthless defender, and you pull your hand away and give the grandmaster an indignant look, calling him a pompous ass

the grandmaster nearly shoots out of his seat to smack you into the ground, but Liu Kang places a calming hand on his shoulder and tells him to stand down

reluctantly, Bi Han sits back down, and he tells the grandmaster to clear his thoughts and to perhaps be a little nicer to you

once more he settles back down, and he holds his hand back out for you, his eyes focusing on your face and scowling at you

you glare right back at him and firmly press your hand into his, determined to get this damn session over with, and you dive your way into his head

this time his head is clear, like a basin of water, and when you peer in, you can see swirling memories sitting just a dip in

slowly, you bring your hand into the water of his memories, and they slightly ripple and distort and grip onto your hand, as if sensing the intruder

Bi Han’s grip on your face tightens, and you grit your teeth and push through looking for his memories of his favorite food

soon enough, something surfaces that looks just right, and you pull it from the water, a memory of his mother patting the grandmaster’s head and placing a dish of egg and tomato on the table

Bi Han rips his hand from yours just as the memory disappears, and you open your eyes from your concentration to look at his angered expression

he presses an accusatory finger into your chest, saying that you had no right to intrude on his private memories like that, and you hiss back that he had actually given you full permission when he had held his hand out willingly

you turn and tell Liu Kang that his favorite dish was egg and tomato before standing up and stomping out of the room, slamming the door behind you

time had flown quickly when you had rummaged through Bi Han’s memories, and the moon now sat at the high point of the sky, almost like hours had passed

hurrying back to your room, you find Johnny fast asleep on your bed, dressed in only slacks and on his side, hand curled over your side of the bed

you sigh and get ready for bed, climbing into the covers and placing his arm around your waist, and he stirs, mumbling that he was tired

your hand goes to his face, and you try to convey just exactly how sorry you are that you had broke your promise, you’ll make it up to him in the morning

he smiles and whispers out an alright, his mind going fuzzy and then blank as he falls back into dreamland

nuzzling closer into him, you try and do the same, pushing out Bi Han’s comments about you out of your mind

the next few weeks are similar, you sit out most of the training sessions and watch from the side, only participating when Liu Kang tells you to so that your self-defense skills stay fresh

at night, he brings the three Lin Kuei warriors, only one at a time to help you learn how to navigate their memories and their thoughts to look for information

apparently, they were good practice for you since they all had much stronger fortitude than the others, and you hate to say it, but you agree with Liu Kang

Johnny, Kung Lao, Kenshi, and Raiden weren’t terribly good at hiding their thoughts or resisting you when you touched them

they tended to just project whatever they wanted to into your head, and you had learned many many things about them this way

today was a warm day with a cool breeze, and you sit and watch Kung Lao spar against Bi Han and look to Tomas as he sits down next to you

he gives you a nod of acknowledgement, and you turn your head back to the fight

his fingers brush against yours, and no thoughts or images come forth

it had taken a bit of practice, but you could now choose whether or not to take in their thoughts when you touched others

you can feel Tomas’s thoughts prodding at your brain, as if wanting to talk to you, and you let him in, interested in knowing what he wanted that he didn’t want to say it outloud

his voice is much more timid in his head this time, almost as if he’s embarrassed to ask the question, and you tilt your head and wait for him to tell you his question

finally, his thoughts rush toward you, slamming into your ears and asking what was going on between you and the others because he had seen and…heard a few things go bump in the night

your face flushes hot, and you turn your head to the gray assassin, whose eyes glance up to your eyes from your broad chest

drawing your hand back, you wonder if you should tell him, but after a second of silence you suppose that your relationship with the others wasn’t really a secret

Tomas stands up and apologizes to you for crossing a boundary, and you wave him off and tell him to sit back down, that it wasn’t a rude question

you explain your relationship with them, that they liked you and they liked each other and you liked them, and so all of you were in a relationship with each other

he rubs his chin at the realization, and then after a silent moment, he asks how it started

this time you feel a bit speechless, face flushing as you remember how their lewd thoughts had even led to the relationship

you glance around you, spotting Kuai Liang not too far away, and then you debate on whether or not you should Tomas on how it all started

you figure it couldn’t hurt, he already heard you and the others in the middle of the night

holding out your palm, Tomas raises an eyebrow and places his hand in yours, and you hesitate for just one more moment before you send him thoughts of how it all started

the gray assassin jerks in your hold but doesn’t let go, and you watch his cheeks flush and turn red and after you finish with the story ending with you crowded in that bedroom

suddenly, it’s as if all the barriers in his head drop down, shaken and startled by the story, and then his thoughts slam into you, images of you flashing in his head

you’re not prepared for his guard to come down to easily, and you’re swept away in the thoughts of him fucking you, hips thrusting in and out of you as his breath tickles the shell of your ear as he tells you how good you are

he explores every part of you with his fingertips, sending your mind into a fritz and every nerve ablaze, and they squeeze at your chest and pinch at your nipples

his hands go down to your ass, squeezing at the firm flesh and then giving it a quick slap before roughly grabbing onto them again

his moans are deep and echo into your ear, his pelvis slapping and grinding into your clit with every thrust, and his cock stretches you out deliciously

his hands come up to cup your face, and he pulls you into a searing kiss, teeth biting into your bottom lip and mouth moving frantically against yours as he groans out your name

he changes the angle of his hips, and it makes you choke on a whimper as his cock abuses that sweet spot inside of you that makes you claw at his back

Tomas pulls his hand away and stands up, almost slightly woozy, and he says he needs a second and practically stumbles out of the training fields

your own face is hot, and you stare at the spot where Tomas had been sitting just a moment earlier, and you wonder what you’ve just started

you sit at the dinner table, conversing with the others, and Tomas sits at the other end of the table, glancing at you every so often and then turning away with an embarrassed look

Kuai Liang seems a bit concerned, but you try not to pay attention to it as Johnny makes some dumb joke and Kenshi elbows him in the ribs

when Liu Kang comes into the dining room and beckons you and Kuai Liang away, you hope he doesn’t pry too much about what happened to Tomas

both you and Kuai Liang sit across from each other, and Liu Kang tells you to find something in there, a precious memory of his, Kuai Liang holds his palms out

you take them and slowly pry into his memories, trying not to enable any of his mental defenses, and it’s like a maze, weaving through the various channels and turns to try and find what you’re looking for

but you find what you’re looking for, almost drawn to it by the warmth it emanates, and you slowly pry it open and watch his most precious memory in front of your eyes

you start to make your way out of the maze, weaving through the familiar channels and turns when suddenly the environment changes and you’re stuck in a black void

then his voice echoes in your head, and he asks what you told his brother earlier to make him so timid around you

his grip on your palms tighten, and he asks if you threatened Tomas

you backtrack and tell him that you did no such thing, that you don’t even half the skill to even try and threaten them

his thoughts seems to frown at you, piling his emotions onto your psyche, and he asks what you did tell him then to make him so flushed

for a second, you remain silent and wonder if you should tell the assassin, but his tight grip on your palm was starting to hurt and you know he isn’t just going to accept any answer

once again, you slowly explain what he had asked you and then push the memories of how you had gotten into a relationship with Kung Lao, Raiden, Johnny, and Kenshi into his head

the assassin barely flinches, but his grip does relax on you

however, his palms seem to burn with flame, embarrassed about what you were sharing with him, and then just like his brother, his defenses falter, weakening and let a flash of an image show

an image of you, his head in between your plush thighs, mouth wrapped around your clit, and burns covering your body in the shape of his fingerprints

his chin is covered in your slick and your cum, and his arms wrap around your thighs to drag you closer into his mouth, his hair ruffled with your hands digging into the thick hair

your mouth is open in a cry of desperation, overstimulated but still begging for more as you grind your hips into his hot mouth

then, his guard comes back up, only faltering for you to just see a second of that image, but it’s enough for him to drop your palms

you turn your head to Liu Kang and clear your throat, repeating Kuai Liang’s most precious memory, and the assassin nods and agrees

Liu Kang nods, saying that you were slower than last time, and you just purse your lips and said that you’re just tired today from the heat

the god seems to accept the answer and dismisses the both of you to your rooms, and you hurry away, face burning with heat

it felt like deja vu

the next few days, both assassins avoid you, glancing at you at meal times and then glancing away, and when you attend training sessions, they can’t keep their eyes off you

you try and avoid when they’re training, and so you sit in one of the rooms, lifting some weights to try and keep up your physique due to your training taking a turn to start focusing on more telepathic skills

you hear the door creak open, and you turn to find Bi Han, glaring at you, like he wanted to kill you

for a moment, you consider flinging the dumbbell at him to try and stall him, but you know it would only pause him for a half a second before he was on you

he stalks toward you, picking you up and slamming you against the wall, bracing his arm against your neck, his angry thoughts rolling off him in waves and assaulting every part of your fleshy mind

Bi Han growls out what you’ve done to his brothers, saying that they’ve been distracted, that now they can’t seem to win against your friends anymore

you purse your lips, and your hands clutch at his arm to try and find air

wheezing out that you haven’t told them anything, Bi Han snarls and calls you a liar, pressing his arm further into your neck

thoughts fly out of you, pleas for your life, that you’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve said nothing to them, but none of it works and only further enrages Bi Han

your mind struggles to process under the onslaught of his anger and vitriol towards you as his skin presses into yours, and you do the only thing you can think of

you send thoughts of him and you, you on top of him, slamming your hips down onto his cock as his hands dig fingerprints into your skin

your shoulders hooked over his knees, and his cock bullying its way into you and making you gasp and bare your neck for him to suck hickeys and leave bite marks

his hands in your hair keeping you still as he fucks into your face, uncaring of how tears stream down your cheeks, your hands frozen behind you in ice so that you can only grind your needy clit into the air

the sight of your arched back as he presses his hand deeper into the small of it to make you whine and groan as he fucks into you from behind, ass red with his handprints, the wet squelch of your pussy in the air, your desperate moans and whines filling his ears

Bi Han lets go of you, and you fall to the ground, gasping for air, and you ignore how he opens the door so hard it slams against the wall and breaks as he storms away

when Liu Kang bids them farewell, all of you standing across from the three of them, the assassins refuse to meet your eyes and instead stare directly at the god

you trudge back to your room, exhausted from all the training and flop into your bed, a piece of paper flying into the air that you hadn’t realized was laying on your bed

sitting up, you pick up the folded note on the ground, and your jaw goes slack at the note

an invitation to the Lin Kuei, if you ever wanted to be with better lovers than the fools you currently have, signed by Bi Han

[sugar-plum-writer]

Box Me Hard Tonight Boxer <3

Tags: Crazy sex; Nanami losing his mind; NSFW and more NSFW; Boxing terms not used the way boxing terms ought to be used cough; Nanami in a rut being hard and rough; is it even Nanami anymore? what have you done to him?; Fem!reader x Boxer!Nanami Kento; established relationship; marriage; MDNI; (18+)

A/n: I had the most delusional Nanami imagination. Normally I don't write him as I cannot write him properly. But today he summoned me to write on him. And thank you for 200+ followers! I am so happy and am kicking my feet right now! I have opened my asks feel free to check out the pinned post in my blog for more info on asks~

Synopsis: What happens when the promised surprise is you riling him up and breaking the control over himself he had so carefully crafted?

Word count: 1.8k

[Pic not mine I randomly found it on the internet; I'll change it the owner requests ]

Kento Nanami was a boxer turned UFC Champion-infamous worldwide for his tactics and combos, calm demeanor, polite nature but brutal and efficient fighting tactics.

Nanami focuses only on you as you rush towards him screaming in happiness, throw yourself over him and he holds you tight burying his head in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent god you smelled delicious

He had hustled towards you immediately once he was free from the press; had the seats specifically saved for you. You only deserve the best: the front row seats, the closest to his corner as the love of his life.

"Baby" he smiled at you softly compared to his ruthlessness in the ring as the reporters crowd around you and him trying to capture your pictures. He is a star, the sole focus- the champion the only "Kento Nanami"

His muscles flexed as the sweat dripped making his body glisten under the lights.

"Kento! we won! yay!", you kissed him excited unbothered by the people around wrapping your arms around his neck

"Yes, we did" he hums and melts under your kiss with a slight groan as he kisses you back, "So sweet- I can never get enough"- his fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt not wanting to let you go.

As the mob gets more violent trying to click pictures, the bodyguards around you struggle to keep them away. Seeing the crowd he immediately scooped you in his arms, "Let's go home, love", he smiled softly as he carried you effortlessly

"Yes Darling let's go home~", you chuckle as his bodyguards in a matter of seconds have you two inside the car through the back door.

"You were so amazing Kento!", you look at him your eyes beaming with happiness, "It's all because of your love and support darling", he kissed you softly as the car started moving

"Kento~ haha!" you laugh as he kisses you and you kiss him back, "Love let's go for a vacation, where do you want to go hm?", he looks at you lovingly. Every time Kento had his match; after the match, you guys would go to for vacation to relax and unwind.

The car ride continues peacefully as you and Kento keep chatting, "Kento you know~ I have something special prepared for you today", you look at him playfully as his eyebrows arch intrigued

"What is love?", he chuckles as he looks at you amused, his hand finds its way to your thighs, caressing small circles into it as he hums softly. Squeezing your thighs.

"It's a surprise~ be patient Kento", you giggle as you rest your head on his shoulder and pat his crotch area making him hard, "Be good for me won't you?"

Let grunted and looked into your eyes hotly as if wanting to stuff you full with him right this instant, "Fine- I'll behave for you love…", his hot breath making you shiver as he whispered, "If only I get a reward later"

Soon you guys arrive home; Nanami gives you his hand to take as he helps you get out of the car and kisses your knuckles lovingly but- the moment the door opens and shuts behind the two of you, he's on you immediately- pinning you against his large frame on the wall.

His hand finds you on your cheek, tilting your face up as he kisses you deeply; your tongues intertwined. Wanting to taste you like a man who finally found an oasis in the desert; he kisses you even harder.

"I cannot be patient"- he looks at you in the eyes hungrily, his hands touching and squeezing your body as he fondles your breasts; wrapping your thighs around his waist- picking you up into his arms as he walks to your shared bedroom

"Ah-Nanamin" you moan as he kisses you hard biting your lips and nibbling on them, "Nanamin hah-" you look at him breathlessly, "Box me hard in the bed won't you?" you whisper as you wrap your hands around his neck making him freeze

"What?", his eyes darken, "Is that a proposal love?", his breath gets heavy as his lips hover above yours

"Do you like it?", you cheekily kiss him and smile teasingly making him lose his composure, "Love it to the ring baby", he whispers making you blush;

He pulls you into another kiss making you moan this one being rougher, hungry, and, full of carnal desire; "Ah- hah Kento ah", you moan against his lips as his hands slide under your shirt taking it off you, his teeth graze your neck before leaving bites leaving a hickey as you squirm

"Kento", you moan as he kisses you deeply once again and pulls away leaving a string of saliva, "Yes darling?" he chuckles as he removes his shirt gazing at your body, his toned muscles flexing themselves under the dim light- a confident smirk is on his lips- a completely different look than how he normally looks at you, what happened to him?

"I wonder", You look at him up and down as you touch his v-line making him groan, "Baby this is a dangerous game you are playing", he whispers with his cock twitching in his pants- oh how badly he wanted to touch him their and milk his cock with your pretty hands

"Hah~", you smirk as you look into his eyes, "Really? well, I wonder how hard my boxer can knock me out tonight~", you smirk with your words instantly sending goosebumps up his spine

"You are just asking to be punished aren't you?" he groans as his fingers dig deeper into your waist your words stirring something carnal inside him- he always likes to be gentle with you- loves you and treats you like the treasure you are, but your words are slowly eating away his control bit by bit

"Punish?", you smirk determined to break his composure to see what animalistic desires hide behind his calm demeanor. You have seen him when he boxes- that hint of insanity in his eyes makes you squeeze your legs together so tight- making you desire him so much it's embarrassing

"Why? will you box my pussy till it's stuffed and knocked out all sloppy?", you smirk and say as you spread your legs open making his breath hitch and his cock harden even more as he gazes at you and that damp spot on your panties- the spot so reserved for him and his dick

"Baby.." he leans in close so fast making you jump back, "Do you know what you are saying huh?" he whispers as he lowers his head and with his teeth rips your panties off throwing them off god knows where animalistically officially losing it; making you shudder as goosebumps spread all over your skin.

Oh shit- Oh shit you fucked up big time, you have never seen Nanami like this

But you aren't done yet hell you planned all kinds of vulgar things just to rile him up with a sharp breath you look at him and he notices as a devilish grin spreads across his lips

"Hah" you lean in and hotly whisper near his ears as his grip hardens on your hips bruising them and making you wince in pain, "Ya know… How about… You give me a fast jab with your dick-", you moan, "Then flip me over and do an uppercut as you fill me up-", his nails dig even deeper and he bites your shoulder bruising you like an animal in heat, "You slut you will be the death of me" he whispers and groans

"Then a side punch into my pussy from your dick as you fuck me from the side…and" your voice cracks as tears fill your eyes because of the pain but it felt so good, "Make me sit on top of you and do fast combos of uppercuts huh?"

Without any warning he stuffs his dick into your pussy roughly making you clench hard- your cunt desperately cries sloppily not used to harshness as she's always been treated like a princess not like a whore; working hard to adjust to his dick as he ruthlessly bullies his length inside you "Fuck" he groaned, "You are driving me crazy"

"Ah-hah-" you moan desperately, your nails digging into his back as he thrusts deep inside of you- hard, fast, and deep wanting to feel every inch of you around him, "Shit Kento! ahhh-", tears spill out of your eyes as you moan; your body aches with every insane thrust

"Hah-", he pants "You're absolutely mine, split so prettily on my dick my darling wife" he hungrily kisses you as his dick keeps moving, his one hand pinning your wrists above your head

There was not a hint of rationality behind his eyes as he was in a rut and just kept fucking you, even after you orgasm he kept going, fucking you through so many orgasms you'd lost count god he was treating you like a prostitute

Your eyes roll back at the sheer intensity wondering how you are even alive right now, "Kento- ah…hah~" you moan as your voice cracks, "Fuck- so perfect, so dirty and wet all for me hah", his hand bruised your skin where ever they touched

Your brain is so cock drunk you drool as he keeps going. He flips you over burying your face in the pillow roughly, his grip hard on your head and neck choking you all out as your vision goes white, "Kento- ah…I love you so much…I love your dick so much ah", you blurt out and choke even more as his grip on your neck makes you faint as you clench around him desperately not wanting to let go

"Oh yeah? Do you love my dick? Then take it like a good bitch! Don't dare let a single drop go to waste", his pace increases even more, making you go numb from sheer pleasure as your hands mindlessly scramble to grip the sheets to hold on for dear life as moans spill out from your mouth like a porn actress

"So fucking good!" he grunts and tosses his head back pussy drunk, you felt so good around him he can fuck you for days and nights just like that.

"ah- hah Kento-" you moan crazily as he and you reach the peak of your animalistic rut and desire, "Naughty girl.." he moans as he shudders with his climax approaching and he cums inside you hard painting your insides white, filling you up to the brim inside your womb, "You'll break my dick" he groaned as he panted heavily

"Hah…Kento…'tis so full ah…" you feel your brain short circuit as you knock yourself out dumb oozing out cum

Looking at you so fucked up, so messy, aroused him even more, his eyes darkens again with insanity behind them, "Don't knock yourself out now…you asked for this..I'm not gonna stop until you're a quaking mess" he whispers hotly near your ears nibbling on it as he sees his cum drip out of you; making his dick still hard enough to keep you up all night.

A full hand-on session of 'Technical Knockout' live; all by Nanami Kento for the love of his life

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[enhyunj]

ENHA HYUNG LINE HCS ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

masterlist

pair: bf!hyung line x reader

total word count: 1.1k

genre: fluff

warnings: really fluffy :3 (reminder: this is probably NOT how the members would act in real life, this is fiction, not real!!)

synopsis: stuff I think the hyung line would do with you :3

note: Jake’s is a little long but it’s only because I got carried away.. I LOVE PETS 😓 also I know absolutely nothing about LoL cus I don’t play it so if I got some stuff wrong I apologize. 😭

starts under the cut!

HEESEUNG — VIDEO GAMES

Heeseung sat next to you at his gaming setup, handing you a headset and mouse. “Ready for your first game of League of Legends?”

You adjusted the headset, looking a bit unsure. “I’m not sure I’ll be any good at this.”

Heeseung chuckled. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll guide you. We’ll start with a bot game. Just follow my lead.”

As the game loaded, Heeseung explained the basics. “Right-click to move, Q, W, E, and R are your abilities. D and F are your summoner spells.”

You nodded, mimicking his actions to buy starting items. “Got it.”

You both moved your champions to the lane, and Heeseung encouraged you through the early stages. “Focus on last-hitting minions and using your abilities to poke the enemies.”

Despite a few fumbles, you managed to get a kill. “I did it!” You exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement.

Heeseung grinned, giving you a high five. “Nice job! You’re a natural.”

You continued to play, Heeseung offering tips and strategies. Eventually, you won the game, both characters standing victorious on the enemy nexus.

You cheered, leaning back in your chair. “We did it!”

Heeseung leaned over to kiss your cheek. “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “The best team. Thanks for teaching me, Heeseung.”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Anytime, babe. I’m always here to help you conquer the Rift.”

JAY — COOKING TOGETHER

You and jay moved in perfect harmony in your small kitchen, the late afternoon sunlight casting a warm glow over the countertops. Jay’s tall frame was bent slightly as he chopped vegetables with precision, his perpetual grin never leaving his face.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help with that?” You asked, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you watched him from the stove where you stirred a simmering pot.

Jay glanced over, his quick wit ready as ever. “You know me, babe. I’ve got this. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t burn our masterpiece.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress your smile. “I’m a great cook, thank you very much.”

“Oh, I know,” Jay teased, setting the knife down and sidling up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “But even great cooks need a sous chef.”

You leaned into his embrace, your hand moving from the spoon to cover his. “You mean a taste-tester?”

“That too,” Jay laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “What’s life without a little taste-testing?”

You turned in his arms, facing him fully. “Boring, that’s what.”

Jay’s grin widened. “Exactly. Now, how about you let me taste this amazing sauce you’ve been working on?”

You lifted a spoonful of the rich, aromatic sauce and brought it to his lips. Jay’s eyes closed as he tasted it, savoring the flavors. “Mmm, perfect. Just like you.”

You laughed, your heart swelling with love. “You’re such a charmer.”

“Only for you,” Jay replied, pulling you closer for a proper kiss. “Only for you.”

JAKE — PET SHELTER

The cacophony of excited barks greeted them as you and jake entered the pet shelter. Rows of wagging tails and hopeful eyes met them, each dog eager for a chance at a new home.

Jake crouched down to greet a fluffy golden retriever mix, his smile widening as the dog licked his hand. “Hey there, buddy,” he cooed, giving the pup a good scratch behind the ears.

You wandered down the row, stopping at a small black and white terrier who was wagging its tail so hard it seemed like it might take off. “Jake, look at this one!” You called, your voice filled with excitement.

Jake joined you, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the energetic terrier. “He’s adorable,” he agreed, reaching into the pen to pet the dog. “What do you think, little guy? Want to come home and meet Layla?”

The terrier responded with enthusiastic licks and an excited bark. You laughed, your heart melting at the display. “I think he likes you.”

Jake glanced around at the other dogs, his brow furrowing slightly. “It’s so hard to choose. They’re all so sweet.”

You nodded, feeling the same tug at your heart. “Maybe we should spend a little time with each one and see who we connect with the most.”

You spent the next hour playing with various dogs, each one charming you both in its own way. There was a gentle giant of a mastiff who leaned into your pats, a playful beagle who couldn’t get enough of fetch, and a shy spaniel who gradually warmed up to your gentle coaxing.

Finally, you found themselves back at the terrier’s pen. The little dog’s tail wagged furiously as you guys approached, and he let out a happy yip.

Jake knelt down, meeting the terrier’s eager eyes. “What do you think, Y/N? Is this our guy?”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the spunky little dog. “Yeah, I think he’s the one.”

You completed the adoption process and headed home with your new furry family member, the terrier nestled comfortably in Jake’s lap.

As they drove, Jake looked over at you, his eyes filled with warmth. “Layla’s going to love having a little brother.”

You reached over to squeeze his hand, your heart full. “I can’t wait for all the adventures we’re going to have with them.”

Your new terrier barked happily in agreement, ready for his new life with his loving family.

SUNGHOON — ICE RINK

The chill of the ice rink greeted them as you stepped inside, the crisp air filled with the echoes of laughter and the soft scrape of blades on ice. Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he led you to the edge of the rink.

“Ready to learn?” he asked, his grin infectious.

You tightened the laces of your skates, a mix of nerves and anticipation coursing through you. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Sunghoon helped you stand, his hands steadying you as you found your balance. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

You stepped onto the ice, and you clung to Sunghoon’s arm, your movements tentative. “You make this look so easy,” you said, watching him glide effortlessly.

Sunghoon chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s all about balance and trust. Just relax and follow my lead.”

Positioning himself in front of you, he skated backward, guiding you with gentle encouragement. You tried to mirror his fluid motions, your confidence growing with each glide.

“See? You’re doing great!” Sunghoon cheered, his pride evident.

You smiled, your grip on his hands loosening as you found your rhythm. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Sunghoon stopped, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re a natural,” he said softly, your breath mingling in the cold air.

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with love. “Only because I have the best teacher.”

With a playful grin, Sunghoon took your hand again. “Ready for a little spin?”

“Bring it on,” You replied, your heart light as you skated together, your laughter and joy blending with the sound of your skates on the ice.

end note: eek!! these were super cute when I was writing them so I hope you guys like it! I might do a maknae line version as well ! :3 there’s so many “you”s and “your”s it’s a lot 😵‍💫 and sorry for any typos!!

[emelinstriker]

{Eternal Servants AU} Wukong & Macaque ♡ Obedience

Art drawn by me + the OC is mine... Also the mentioned OCs and the AU itself.

My LMK AU's first ever fic, lezgooo- :D

This one's mainly just showing off the relationship between the monkeys as well as the Reader. The AU actually does feature some input from that one OC group of mine, even if they mostly operate in the background. Some of them do occasionally show up. It wouldn't be one of my universes if they had no input since they're all connected by this group of individuals... A good example would be CM from Castle's Pet, if any of my ancient old Quotev/Wattpad Undertale X Reader fans are reading this.

[TL;DR] Just your monkeys being wholesome while murdering another demon.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

Seated on your throne, you sighed as you waited for your purple champion's return. You sent out Macaque to retrieve an ancient artifact a demon stole from your palace's storage. Usually it wouldn't take him long to hunt someone down. After all, he was used to tracking down any that would oppose you and would bring them to justice. However, something must've happened since he obviously wasn't back yet. This was highly unusual for either one of your champions.

'Did he get into an accident?', you thought to yourself, now getting worried.

Your blue champion seemed to notice your sudden change in mood. He didn't even need to feel it through your eternal bond, he could just tell by looking at your concerned expression. He leaned down a bit as he obediently stood next to your throne, looking at you with his void black eyes. "Master, is something bothering you?"

You turned your head a bit to look at him. "It's just... Where's Macaque?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not sure whether or not he's still occupied with the thief." He responded flatly with little to no emotion. You hummed in thought for a moment before you turned to face him again.

"Wukong, I want you to check up on your brother... Help him if he needs help, but at least just make sure he's not hurt or anything." You said firmly. The monkey in blue moved in front of you and bowed.

"As you wish, Master."

And with that, he summoned his somersault cloud and hopped onto it before swiftly flying off into the direction of where his sworn brother left to hunt down the thief.

Across the land, a giant smoke monster could be seen fighting a giant demon in green and black. It seemed like a tough battle as the demon the monster was fighting was very aggressive and wild in its attacks. When suddenly, a blunt hit to the back of the green and black demon slammed the demon in green and black face-first into the ground of the clearing they were fighting in. Its body created a giant crater. It was still alive, but just barely as it laid there motionless. It seemed like the battle already weakened it and the blow to the back was too much for it to handle.

The simian piloting the giant smoke monster panted a bit from exhaustion as he smiled darkly at the fallen demon. But then he turned towards the direction of his ginger-furred brother, who was standing on his cloud with crossed arms, and huffed. "Thanks, but I could've taken him down on my own. It just would've taken a bit."

"Master told me to make sure you weren't hurt." Wukong stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

Macaque's smile turned from maniac to apologetic as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, with his giant smoke avatar mirroring his motion. "Oh man, did I take too long again? I didn't mean to make them worry... I just kinda got caught up with stopping the thief. He used the artifact he stole and it turned him into a feral titan." He added as the giant smoke monster gestured towards the other demon on the ground. That's when the monkey on the cloud quickly zoomed down towards the unconscious demon's body. It took him a few seconds, but he quickly spotted the artifact hanging from the titan's satchel. After he took it away from the giant demon, the demon's body seemingly shrunk back to its original size, still unconscious in the ginormous crater. The simian carefully held onto the artifact, as to not accidentally trigger its power, before his cloud flew back to his sworn brother. After Macaque saw the other demon's now normal-sized body, his smoke monster avatar disappeared around him as he stretched with his feet now touching the ground again.

He grinned at the ginger-furred monkey, seeing him hold the artifact the thief stole. "Guess now we also know what thing does... Did Master say anything about wanting us to kill the guy, or to place him in the punishment wing?"

Wukong shook his head in response, his face still not holding any emotion. Macaque sighed. "Well, damn... But I guess we might as well end him now than risk having him try to steal again, right?" He chuckled as he slowly walked towards the unconscious demon's body. The dark-furred monkey gave the demon a wicked grin, not expecting a response as he summoned his shadow staff. "Nothing personal, dude. Just making sure our beloved Master is forever safe and comfortable! Any who are at risk of opposing them in any way must be eliminated..."

And with that, he smashed his staff's thorny end down onto the demon's head, ending his life with one last strike. Wukong just gave the corpse a bored look before he uncrossed his arms. "Do you need a ride back?" The Monkey King asked, referring to Macaque's exhaustion after battle. He could just help the other monkey relax and calm down with his somersault cloud, after all.

However, Macaque just waved his hand dismissively as he took a deep breath. "Nah, but thanks. I'm a bit tired, but not enough to stop me from using my powers. Do you want a ride back though?" He grinned before he summoned a shadow portal on the ground next to himself. Wukong's mouth just faintly twitches upwards for a split second, but it was enough to make his the dark-furred simian chuckle in repsonse. "C'mooon, bud~ We both know my method's faster! Just hop in already!" If Wukong's eyes weren't like a fully black void, his playful eyeroll would've been very much noticeable. He hopped off his cloud, letting it disappear as he approached the portal, straight up jumping into it. Macaque soon followed after, closing the portal once he went through.

On the other side, you anxiously waited on your throne. While you didn't think any of your regular servants would harm you, you still felt a bit uncomfortable without at least one of your champions around. After all, a human ruling over an army of demons wasn't exactly a common thing demons respected. Only those who were already your servants in other lives would respect you fully... probably. And you had no recollection of any of your previous lives.

Your anxiety faded however once your two blue and purple champions emerged from a shadow portal in front of your throne. The sworn brothers didn't hesitate and kneeled upon seeing you.

"Apologies for the wait and for worrying you, Master. The thief ended up using the artifact and I ended up having to fight him to stop him." Macaque says, somewhat sounding ashamed of himself. He didn't like it whenever he didn't meet his Master's expectations. Even if something was out of his control.

You smiled softly as you leaned back. "It's fine, Mac-Mac. It was inevitable if that guy refused to face justice... I'm just glad you're alright and came back to me alive and well." The simian's frown turned into a bright smile as his tail swayed happily behind him. If you used that nickname for him, then he must've done everything right!

Afterwards, you smiled at your blue champion. "Thanks for finding him and taking him home again, Wu-Wu. Great job." You praised him. Now his tail was also swaying more happily. He nodded his head and grunted quietly in acknowledgement. Despite him not talking quite as much as his brother, and usually not showing emotions, you knew he was just as happy and content as your purple champion. His gentle tail sways were enough to understand.

The ginger-furred monkey then pulled out the artifact from underneath his cloaked side, still kneeling as he stared at you expectantly. "Shall I return this to the storage? The Archivist wanted to check on the items later today."

You scratched your head in thought for a moment as you hummed. "Guess that would be the best idea... If the Archivist shows up, then it's best if we have all the items that we borrowed... I don't wanna deal with his colleagues again, to be honest." You admitted, physically cringing a bit at the memory of your last encounter with the group the Archivist was involved in. They weren't happy when an eternal branding iron you used on your servants was stolen. Especially the Judge...

Wukong, knowing what you meant, nodded again as he stood up and bowed his head. "Of course, Master." Then he turned and walked away towards the palace's storage. Meanwhile, Macaque continued to smile brightly at you.

"Do you have another task for me to complete as well, Master?" He asked, eager to follow your every command like an obedient puppy. You hummed in thought again, but before you could respond, you heard the familiar voice of a certain mysterious figure in a black cloak and a fox-like mask...

"They do not. I have a task for you instead, Six-Eared Macaque."

The cloaked entity with the fox mask revealed himself as he walked out from behind your throne... When did he get here? Then again, he was one of the Archivist's colleagues, so you didn't question much anymore due to all they were able to do... You raised a suspicious eyebrow at the masked entity as you spoke. "...What task?" Those cloaked beings weren't to be trusted with how they operated. And while the Oracle usually spoke of the truth and was one of the more gentle-sounding members, you could never be sure whether or not there was malice behind anything their group did.

He responded in a blank tone, as if it were obvious. "The task involves going to the Underworld and retrieving the Scroll of Memory." Macaque visibly flinched slightly as one of his ears twitched at the mention of the Underworld, yet he avoided eye contact and remained quiet. The masked entity continued. "It's not the scroll itself that you might be interested in, but rather the curse that is bound to the scroll. That curse would be an extremely great addition to your palace's security." The entity added.

You grimaced a bit in thought, looking at him with uncertainty as you propped up your head on your hand. "Mhm... Are you sure this is worth it? Macaque isn't exactly fond of the Underworld, and I don't wanna make any of my servants, especially my champions, uncomfortable... Maybe Wukong could-" "NO!" Your purple champion suddenly cut you off as he looked at you, his void black eyes were wide open in panic, practically begging you to hear him out. He coughed awkwardly before bowing his head in a bit of shame and embarrassment for cutting you off.

"M-My apologies for interrupting you, Master... But I'd like to take on this mission myself, if I may." He said firmly, determination clear on his face as he tried to avoid this uncomfortable feeling of having to return to the Underworld. But he really wanted to prove himself worthy as one of your champions. He outwardly expressed his love and devotion towards you so much more than his sworn brother, and yet Wukong usually ended up getting more missions than him despite that.

You gave him a concerned look. "Are you sure? I know you don't like the Underworld after... Well, you know..."

He nodded his head without hesitation. "Yes, Master. Please let me retrieve that scroll for you."

After another short moment of uncertainty, you sighed in defeat. You stood up and moved towards your purple champion, petting his fluffy head. "Alright, fine... But if anything makes you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, I want you to just come back... Okay? I don't want you to get hurt, Mac-Mac. I'd rather have you here with me without that scroll than have the scroll without you." You said softly as you kissed his forehead. The dark-furred monkey blushed as his breath hitched at your touch and words.

That was all the motivation he needed.

His bright smile returned as he joyfully saluted. "Yes, Master! I'll make you proud!" You chuckled at his sudden eagerness. Almost immediately, a shadow portal opened up beneath the simian as he dropped into it, vanishing. Upon the closing of the portal, you raised an eyebrow at the Oracle.

"...Is this scroll really necessary?" You asked quietly, to which the entity silently nodded. You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"It's not just for your safety, Your Majesty. It's also required to garner enough attention for the future paths to be connected to the present path." He responded flatly, which confused you. But again, you didn't question his words due to his occupation. And soon enough, Wukong returned from the storage. The monkey in blue walked up to you and bowed, as if to say he had finished his task.

You petted him as well, also kissing his forehead with a little smile. "Good job, Wu-Wu." And just like his sworn brother, his tail started to sway in a happy daze as he blushed despite his still expressionless face. He clearly also loved it when you called him by that nickname. The Oracle, upon seeing the Monkey King return and being showered in affection, quickly bid you farewell for now as he still seemed to be busy with other matters. Meanwhile, you continued to pet the ginger-furred monkey, waiting for his brother again. You even decided to continue petting him while your were seated on your throne.

However, at some point while petting your blue champion, a thought crossed your mind...

"Wu-Wu... If your brother isn't back within the next three hours, I want you to go look for him in the Underworld... And help him out if need be." Wukong's eyes were closed as he leaned into your gentle, addictive touch, while his tail swayed slowly behind him. He simply nodded without opening his eyes.

"Understood, Master."

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[vewyscawy]

Down to Do the Clown

Pairing: Shaco x F!Reader

Tags: tentacle dick, threesome, clone sex, spitroasting

Wordcount: 3,862

Summary: First one of the Summoner x Champion smuts. The intro is in this one, and the other chapters will be loosely tied to this (very loosely). 

You, a summoner, but also certified freak tm, have always wanted Shaco. You're sure Shaco, a possessed marionette (or at least, that's what you assume he is), could never ever reciprocate your "feelings", but you're pleasantly surprised when him pranking you turns into some Shaco, you, and his clone action.

You were a freak, you knew this. But you also knew that you'd become a Summoner in the League for the purest of reasons. Or at least that's what you told yourself. It was totally not because some champions were just... really sexy. Totally not because you wanted to see them up close, interact with them, watch them fight. No, you weren't that type of girl. Or were you?

Whatever your reason, it was a nice perk. The longer you interacted with them however, the more you longed to be closer still. There were just too many champions you wanted to... get closer acquainted with... if you know what I mean.

And not just the conventionally attractive either. You wanted them all. Sexually. If it wasn't clear by now. You thirsted after more than just a conventionally attractive Yasuo, no. Some might call you a monsterfucker, a freak, but you wore that badge with pride. Yes, you wanted to fuck the ones that no one wanted to get down and dirty with. The more Champions you contracted with, the closer the dream seemed. You interacted with them closely on an almost daily base now.

The only question remaining was... how were you gonna bed them?

First up was the Clown man himself. Who in their right mind would want to fuck a clown marionette? You, that's who. You couldn't help it, the jester aesthetic just did something for you, that and the murder. The constant smirk he had on his face, the laughing, the taunting. By all accounts, you should be scared of him, or hate him even, but whatever it was you felt, a pathetic kind of lust overruled it all.

Mastery wise, everything was going great: you'd gotten quite acquainted with the Champion in terms of Summoning, but not so much in conversation. It was hard conversing with the puppet. Often you found yourself the butt of his jokes. He seemed to get most delight out of scaring or pranking you in particular, and you found no opportunity to get to know him better. Honestly you felt a little bad, projecting your emotions on him; by all accounts, he was just a puppet. A humanoid puppet, sure, but surely he didn't- no, couldn't feel what you felt. A plan formed in your brain. Next time you'd find out if he was able to feel anything but sardonic delight at your suffering.

-

It was late, but you decided to get some more practice in. With a sigh you teleported to your room that was assigned to you as a Summoner of the League. What lane were you thinking? what champion? Deep in thought you didn't realize the trap that had been laid to you the moment you'd step in the room.

Out of nowhere it was triggered, a large jack in the box suddenly springing up in your face, making you yelp and fall backward. Sardonic giggling filled the room. Damn it! no matter how many times this happened, you still fell for it.

"Okay Shaco, you got me. Again." You'd stand up, if you weren't in such a good position. Thinking ahead you had put on something a little less covering than your usual Summoners robes, and your outfit was just a bit dishevelled, giving anyone in the room a good look of your body under it. "Doesn't this get old?" You asked the clown that came hopping your way, delight on his face.

"Never, Summoner. You're too fun to scare." You huffed, remaining on your butt. Trying to seem as vulnerable as possible. Shaco hopped forward, giggling as he seized you up.

"I'd look behind you if I were you." was all he said before he poof-ed into more jack in the boxes making you yelp. How many times had you fallen for that one again?

A hand grabbed you by the back of you neck.

"Boo." was all he muttered before you whipped your head around to him. "You're just too easy."

Thick silence hung between you both. The room you were in was quiet, the champions that usually hung out here were not here right now, casting the room in a quiet darkness you weren't used to. His hand stayed on your neck, twitching a little as you tried to move.

"You seem to like to fall for my traps, huh, summoner. I wonder what that's about."

You moved back against him a little. Interestingly, he was strangely warm. You'd have thought he'd be room temperature, but both his hand as his body seemed to emit some sort of heat. "I like to give you that pleasure I guess." was your answer. Half of the times you actually fell for his traps, the other half you just liked to see him have fun with it.

"You're falling for them on purpose? Oh, for little old me?" he giggled, hand tightening around your neck, you both were very aware of its position, and neither of you minded your closeness.

"What would you do if I said yes to that?"

The jester was uncharacteristically quiet. Hand loosening, and moving down your neck, up and down, towards your chin where he grabbed it tightly.

"I would wonder why you'd possibly do that, Summoner." his grinning face was close to yours, close enough to-

oh you were pathetic really.

"Because I like you?" you squeaked as your face was tilted his way.

An unhinged giggle was your answer.

"Oh, Summoner! You do crack me up!"

The hand left your chin, Shaco moving back from you. You sighed. Well, there goes that. In a flash he'd vanished, leaving you on your butt with a blush on your face from your earlier proximity. You straightened your outfit, ready to stand up, when suddenly and out of nowhere the clown appeared in front of you, grabbing your arms tightly. You startled, moving back a little, but he was behind you as well.

Oh, hey. Trapped between two Shacos. Life could be worse. You'd probably feel a little less okay with the situation if you were a Champion in lane, fighting for your life, but as it was you were just a Summoner horny for said clown, and in no danger of dying anytime soon.

"Wha-" you started, but he stopped you.

"I know, precious Summoner. I know what you want."

That was news.

"And what would that be, Shaco?"

He giggled his little insane giggle, both Shacos moving closer.

"Me, silly!"

Oh fuck you.

"W-what makes you think that, huh?" came out as a squeak at his correct observation, as if you weren't the most obvious person ever. You disgusting little creature. You wanted Shaco. You asked forgiveness to whatever god that would forgive you for that want.

"Everything, little doll. Everything." Both Shaco's said in unison, both bodies crowding you. The Shaco behind you grabbed your neck again, while the Shaco in front of you moved between your legs. Well, he got you. Also, he seemed to know about your feelings, and he didn't seem surprised or disgusted. As much as a being like him could be disgusted by something others did. You groaned. Were you that easy to see through? Apparently you were. Was this such a bad thing though? Sitting back, you decided to see where this would go.

"Did you wear this cute number for little old me as well?" the Shaco in front of you asked, and you made a face. You didn't want to admit he was right. Fuck him. You weren't gonna.

"What do you mean? This is just a nice outfit I decided to wear. Does it do something for you perhaps?"

If his perpetual grin could get wider it would.

"Oh, little, little liar. You're a little liar! And liars should be punished!"

Shit.

Oh to hell with it.

"Oh? And what punishment did you have in mind?" You had made yourself comfortable, laying down, legs wide around the (what you assumed was the) clone in front of you, your back against the Shaco behind you. Your arm moved behind you, wrapping around his neck, other moving back to play with the bells on his hat. "Are you gonna hurt me for lying?" You asked him, moving your face towards his'. His expression didn't change; how would it, but neither did the vibe that surrounded you. The air around you was thick with sexual tension. Or at least you attributed the tension with that. It could not be it was only you who was-

The Shaco in front of you had bent down, face only inches from yours. The bells jingled at his quick movement.

"You want pain, Summoner? Or do you want pleasure?" at the word pleasure the clone had sank down on you, grabbing and lifting your legs, squeezing tightly. His stupid marionette hands dug into your soft thighs, creating bruises, but you betrayed yourself by letting out a noise of pleasure. You wanted him to take you, yes, but you also felt like a big dumbass. Your treacherous body betrayed you. Exciting him was a fun game, but he turned it on you. At least you now knew that he was aware of your feelings, and he could reply to those feelings on a surface level.

"What pleasure would you give me? You're a marionette." you replied, trying to coax him. You needed to know if he was able to give you more. No reply was given but his signature chuckle.

"Careful now, Summoner. You don't know what you're wishing for."

"Are you sure about that?"

The grip on your thighs tightened. The Shaco behind you chuckled in your ear, grabbing your neck and squeezing it a tad too harsh. As a Summoner you had control in and out of the rift, so you weren't afraid of dying. However, a nervous thrill went through you.

"Just give me what you have to give, Shaco. You know what I want." to hell with it.

The hand left your neck and grabbed your arms instead, moving them away from his neck and hat. The clone lifted your legs, digging its nails into your flesh through your outfit.

"Oh, oh, you've done it now!" the clone said, diving down to your stomach, its nose digging into your belly, nudging your shirt up a little higher. "You wish I had a tongue, huh? Little summoner? You wish I had a dick?"

You groaned, widening your legs around the clone. Oh, yes, you wished that. Did he? You were sure he didn't, but he for sure had fingers, and you were so needy.

"Aren't you in luck." the Shaco behind you murmured in your ear, keeping your hands tight in his grip as you felt him kneel behind you.

"I have a special surprise for you!" they said in unison.

Oh...

Oh really now.

Your eyes moved to the crotch area of the clone, and surely there was something tenting the fabric.

Who he fuck had made him to be like this? You wanted to call them a pervert, but honestly you were thankful. Also, you were unsure if this is how the marionette was designed, or if it was some sort of demonic being possessing the doll that was the one endowed with a dick. At this point you didn't care. Lore wasn't very extensive when it came to your favourite clown champion, sadly.

He had a dick. Or at least something.

His crotch area seemed to move, and your eyes widened in surprise.

Oh, it was something all right.

"Oh shit," you mumbled, and he chuckled again. You were sure he was gonna chuckle at you all night.

"That's right," he cooed, "You've been silently begging for this for so long, huh? Getting caught in my traps all the time. I bet you were wanting something like this to happen a long time ago!"

His clone kneeled down, bringing your crotches together harshly, making you moan. He rutted against you for a bit, until the Shaco behind you grabbed your chin again, twisting your neck so you were facing him. Despite the fact that his face seemed to be static you closed the distance, planting a desperate kiss against his teeth. He didn't pull away, letting you kiss him for a couple of seconds, before you were pushed to the floor.

You let his main body push you down as his clone pulled at your shorts, lifting your butt for him to be able to pull it down easier. He left your panties on, grinning his perpetual grin at you that almost seemed to widen at the wet patch on the front of the fabric. His main body pulled up your shirt over your bra, not pulling it off entirely, but enjoying your half exposed upper body. From your spot on the floor looking up, both Shacos absolutely loomed over you, grinning their sardonic grins and enjoying their position.

"You're a strange one, Summoner. You're the first to respond to me in this way," the clone said, nudging your legs open, "It's strange, but fun! I've always wanted to try something like this."

"Oh, so I awakened something in you, just like you awakened something in me?" you asked him, chuckling at his eagerness.

"Hmmm, yes, I'd say so. I've never been interested in touch or being touched, but with you... hm.." he sighed, a strange sound to be coming from him, "I can't help but want to experience it all."

The chuckle was there when he made you widen your legs, and honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way. The clone nuzzled your panties, rubbing his face against your clothed pussy as if he wanted to cover himself in your scent, and you were already in the seventh heaven.

"Shaco, fuck- I see you have something you can give me," you whined, rubbing yourself against the clone's face, "Please, give it to me, both of you! I want to feel it, I want to feel all of you!"

Unhinged laughter was your answer, and the absolute mirth on the face of the main body above you.

"You'll get it soon enough, Summoner! I'll give it to you all! Now, don't be in such a rush. What fun is there in hurrying?"

This absolute chucklefuck was going to make you wait.

Absolutely not.

You waited long enough.

"No, you'll give it to me now," you growled, grabbing your panties and shoving them down your legs. "I'm your Summoner, and you'll do as I say."

He seemed to be stunned for a second, but the absolute unhinged jester vibes were back almost instantly. "Hohoho, you're not in charge today, doll! It's all me now!" His clone leaned his pointy chin on your crotch, grinning up at you, unmoving, despite you trying to rub yourself against him for friction.

The absolute gremlin menace pulled your head down to place it on his lap, petting your hair and cooing at you like you were some kind of child, while his clone just looked at you, keeping your lower body down with surprising strength.

"You didn't think this was going to be easy, hm? Oho, why don't you first turn that frown upside down? This is not a serious occasion!" His fingers ghosted your neck, slapping away your arms that came up to grab him. "Maybe I'll give in if you give me a nice little giggle, huh?"

For good measure his clone reached up, running his hands down your sides. Oh, shit you were ticklish- a laugh bubbled up from you as you tried to squirm away.

"Ohh, yes that's it! Good, good little doll!"

Both Shacos were now laughing with you, enjoying the way you tried to wiggle away though you were both still under him and in his lap. Honestly he couldn't wait to sample you; after all you were the first to ignite such feelings into his puppet self. Making you laugh like this was just too delightful though. Your body was all out of control, and you were moving so deliciously in his lap, face red and sweat on your brow. His chuckle grew lower. Your eyes grew frantic, sure you were gonna die from laughter, but you could not get away.

Surely Champion would not be able to outright kill you, but the longer this went on the less sure you were. You needed to get out of here, you needed life more than you needed this fuck.

But just before you were able to escape he stopped, his main body moving down to give you a smooch with his static face and a loud dramatic kissing sound.

"You're so precious! I think you've done a great job!"

"Now it's time for your reward!" his clone said in a celebratory manner, and you remembered what it was you were doing as soon as his hands found your lower lips. It was obvious he was new to this, his face was close to your core, studying you as he ran his fingers up and down your slit. You were sure you saw a little bit of uncertainty peek through his demeanour, but you lost that train of thought when he found your clit. The moan you let out told the jester enough, and he starting giving it the attention it needed, his other hand coming up to circle your wet opening.

"Oh, you look delighted, doll! Tell me how much you like what my clone is doing to you, huh?" he said, voice just a bit raspier and lower than usual. You looked up to his grinning face, mouth open to let out sweet sounds as his clone pushed two leather clad fingers in. His demonic glowing eyes pierced yours, seemingly looking straight past your eyes and into your mind.

"Shit, Shaco, ahh... I love it! I've wanted this so bad... More p-please?"

"Oh, sweet little Summoner," he said as if he wasn't smaller than you, "How could I say no to this face?" One of his hands ran through the strands of your hair, while the other held your shoulder to the ground. Your lower body was held down by his clone who was finger fucking you. He brought you near the edge, making you think he was gonna make you finish on his hands, but before you could go over the edge you were turned around.

You made a sound of surprise and disappointment, but your face was immediately muffled by the bulge in the jester's pants.

"Well now, you didn't think you'd be the only one having fun now, did you?" A chuckle came from above, hands pushing you down towards his crotch. You were on your hands and knees now, and you felt his clone spreading your cheeks, kneading them and nuzzling your back. "I'm sure an amazing Summoner like you can please us both." he murmured against your skin, and you felt something wiggle against your entrance.

That definitely did not feel like a normal cock.

You were about to get an eyeful though, as you pulled down his silly clown pants. His body under his clothes was about as marionette like as you assumed, except for his crotch, there a strange tentacle like dick wiggled for attention. As you eyed it, it seemed to reach towards you as if it had a mind of its own.

It definitely didn't look like a normal cock either, but you felt your mouth water at the sight.

"Now, don't just look at it," he huffed, "I'm sure you know what to do with it."

Yup, you sure were. But before you were able to take him into your mouth the clone decided he'd waited long enough. He pushed in harshly making you keen in pain and pleasure. His dick was in so fucking deep. Unhinged giggling and groans came from the clone, and you whimpered.

"Careful with our little toy now, will you?" the main body chastised, once again lining your face up with his wiggling appendage. "You don't want her to break. I'm sure there's lot of fun times to be had in the future! Now open up for me, doll!"

You opened your mouth, tongue falling out as he pushed in as well. You were spitroasted between the two Shacos, in the living room, where everyone could walk in, but you were reaching hights you'd never reached before.

Sure it would be difficult to explain if a child like Annie or Nunu were to wander in, but you were sure they'd be fast asleep by now.

Oh, god, you wished everyone was fast asleep by now. This would be difficult to explain to anyone. Your face burned as the Shacos used your body like a toy, and it made you both feel bad but so good at the same time.

You groaned around the main Shacos dick as the clone picked up speed, chuckles and groans mingled and you felt the appendage twitch in your mouth.

Your own hand had travelled to your clit, doing your best to remain upright under the heavy thrusts from both Shacos, as you brought yourself closer and closer to your peak. You were so close, just a little more.

With a keening cry you moved your face away from the Shaco you were sucking off just moments before, crashing over the edge so hard you saw stars. You were fucked through your orgasm, straight into another one, as the main Shaco patted your head and cooed at you. His dick rubbing against your cheek, dripping fluid all over your face. Next up was the clone. He twitched inside of you, a giggle and an unnatural groan coming from behind you before you felt yourself getting filled with an unholy amount of cum.

You grabbed the tentacle in front of you with both your hands, finally able to sit up on your knees to finish what you started. It didn't take much for the main body to cum as well, the same growl coming from him as your face was covered in his fluids.

You were a mess; cum running down your legs, forming a puddle on the floor, and cum on your face and in your hair. The clone had vanished into smoke just after he orgasmed, and the remaining Shaco was patting your hair, and rubbing the cum into your skin.

"Oh, look at you! You look so adorable, my little fuck toy!"

With a groan you tried to stand up, you needed a shower, but before you could exchange any more words with Shaco he too had vanished, leaving behind a Jack in the Box with a little card on it.

'Next time again?' it read in curly over the top handwriting, and you chucked at his antics.

"Sure, you clown bastard. As many times as you want."

Absolutely spent, the battle you wanted to participate in forgotten, you stepped in the shower, washing away the evidence of the session.

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Of Six People, Three Must Pay A Price (Jingliu x reader)

"There used to be a statue of you here..." Jingliu noted silently as she gracefully walked through the bustling market street.

Even while wearing a heavy blindfold, Jingliu moved with complete confidence and grace; never once stumbling or colliding with another person.

Returning to The Xianzhou Luofu after all this time was bring back many forgotten memories for the old forgotten Sword Champion. While many were just mere flashes to days gone by, a small handful were memories so clear, (so precious), that for a moment she could almost forgot where she was; and what she had done.

No matter which type of memories they were however, all the of them included you.

'The Shield Of The Alliance'

Many centuries ago, everyone in the Alliance knew about the (man/woman) who held that title. But to her, you would always simply be (Your/Name); the childhood friend she had grown up, and the (man/woman) she had fallen in love with.

Once when you were both still children, Jingliu wondered why you decided against learning how to wield a weapon like she and the other trainees were doing. And even while wrestling with madness that Mara-sickness brought, Jingliu could still remember the answer that you gave her that day.

"Honestly? It's cause I think there more than enough people on this ship who are learning how to fight. But to really give people hope again, what everyone really needs right now is a protector. A...shield that will keep them safe."

Naturally there were people who mocked you for that. Afterall, how where you supposed to fight the abominations of Plague Author with just a shield?

But no matter what they said you always stood tall. While the others were busy fighting, you were the one who made sure that they would all get back home alive.

And no one dared to mock you again after you had managed to singlehandedly holdoff an attack from the Reignbow Arbiter.

Most people if they heard that story would have called you a liar. But thousands of ships had born witness to that awe-inspiring moment, and thousands more were saved because of your actions.

You and Jingliu fought side by side for hundreds of lifetimes. And the things the two of you did became the stuff of legend.

But now, her beloved was forgotten by the world. Hidden away from everyone as though they were some shameful secret from Luofu's past. (And all because of your connection to her.)

Your place among the honored dead was another thing that she had robbed you of.

When the Mara inside her body became too much for her to bear, Jingliu went on a rampage. She massacred the Cloud Knights under her command and everyone else in sight. There was a reason why she was known as the Sword Champion. Her skills with the blade were unparalleled, and anyone sent to stop her would've died a fool's death.

And so, the task was left to the only people who did stand a chance; (Your/Name) and Jing Yuan.

For hours the three of you fought, and you and Jing Yuan did everything you could to take Jingliu down without killing her. But when (Your/Name) hesitated for just a single moment, it was more than enough time for Jingliu to strike.

With expert precision, her blade tore through your chest and came out your back. And it was only the spray of your blood landing on her face that gave Jingliu a moment of clarity; as she awoke to the horror of what she had done.

As she stood frozen, you used the last of your strength to wrap your arms around Jingliu, and then she heard you tell to Jing Yuan to finish it.

Look over your shoulder, she saw the pained expression on her student's face before it was replaced with grim determination. And with the Thunder Lord having been summoned, the world became a sea of thunder.

Jingliu closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around you as the end approached. She knew she didn't deserve forgiveness for all the lives she had taken, nor did she deserve the comfort of your embrace.

But when you tightened your hold on her, and said one last "I love you", Jingliu closed her eyes and whispered it back.

That day should have been the end for the two of you, but purely by accident, you saved her one last time.

A life time of being a protector had engrained it into your body to protect others first. Entirely unconsciously, you shifted slightly so that your back was turned towards the on-coming attack. You bore the full brunt of the attack's power, while Jingliu, (though battered and broken), survived.

For centuries there on, Jingliu journeyed from planet to planet; attacking everything and everyone in sight. She became adrift in the galaxy, and now without you there to ground her, she was now entirely consumed by the Mara-sickness.

For centuries Jingliu spiralled out of control; spending whole decades as something no better than a rabid beast. The Mara-sickness was all consuming, and it made it impossible for her to think or remember who she truly was. It was only the flashes of your time together that gave her any peace.

But slowly she found a way. Somehow over the years she managed to regain just a tiny bit of control over her fractured mind. She knew it wouldn't last long however, so before she lost herself to the madness once again she returned to the Loufu.

Of six people, three still needed to pay a price.

And Jingliu was one of them...

Once her business was taken care, she would pay the price for everything she had done to you.

She only hoped that you could forgive her...

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The Darkin Blade

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Aatrox x F!Summoner

Wordcount: 1713

Tags: Doggy style, thigh fucking, object insertion, sheath, ridged dick, rough sex, overstimulation, size kink

Summary: Aatrox corners you in the hallway, talking about some rumours he's heard about you. When you seem open to his invitations, he takes you to your room. But did you bite off more than you can chew this time?

You were held up against the wall outside your room by none other than Aatrox.

"You took Rhaast and thought you did a good job, huh mortal?"

Fear was etched across your face, not because Aatrox had actively done something to scare you, but fear about the implications of his words.

Sure, the Rift changed most champions sizes to match each other a bit more for fairness in battle, Aatrox was still a... particularly large man. Well... You took Mordekaiser, Aatrox was only a little bit bigger you supposed. He didn't seem to know of this particular escapade of you, probably because you were taken to the spirit realm by the Iron Revenant. However, that was a little while ago already, and now you were cornered by the World Ender himself. 

"Wonder how you measure up?" you squeaked at him, as if he didn't have the capability to split you in half. In a good way, you hoped.

"Please," he growled with a crude laugh, "What could he possibly have on me? but I have to admit, I'm impressed. Your skills on the Rift are not the only thing that gets spoken about in hushed whispers, little one."

Oh, well, that was, hm. You weren't sure how to feel about that.

"I hope good things only?" You were intimidated by his scowl, his height over you, but you couldn't help your eyes wandering to his crotch area, that seemed pretty naked and... dick-less? 

"Amusing things." was his short answer, but you knew the only thing he tolerated, or even invited, were things that amused him. Even the World Ender was not immune to all of his whims, and Aatrox would even leave some enemies live (for a while) if they amused him enough. 

"That's... good?" you said, looking back up to his face, where a large grin grew. Sharp teeth greeted you and you tried to smile back. It came out a little watery and pathetic, but you smiled at the Darkin none the less, something not many could accomplish. You took it as a little victory.

"Very good, tiny mortal." he said, "You've peaked my interest. Chin up now, that's as much of a compliment you'll get. Or would you rather me leave you be? I can't fathom why, but mortals make stupid decisions."

"Oh, oh, no. I guess, uh, it depends on what you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

You once again looked down at his crotch. No, no it wasn't obvious at all. Uh, maybe you had misread him. Maybe him holding you up against the wall like this was some kind of way to start conversation?

"No?"

This time he followed your gaze, and threw his head back in laughter as he noticed what you'd been looking at. 

"How bold! Well, at least you understand what I want. Don't worry about that too much, little one. You'll see soon enough."

He grabbed you, hoisted you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and carried you to your room. You wondered if all Darkin were the same, and were proven when he, too, slapped your ass for good measure. Aatrox however, was much rougher, his hand kneading your ass before you were even in the safety of your own room. Once again you were unceremoniously dropped on your bed, this time bouncing a little more. 

"Undress," he said, and stood waiting (im)patiently at the end of your bed, hovering over you. You scrambled off the bed and did as he said, laying back down where he'd dropped you earlier. Thighs together still, though you were sure he was gonna change that fast. 

He made a pleased sound, before turning you around, pushing your body harshly into the mattress.

You were on your hands and knees, pussy bare to his hungry eyes. He didn't waste any words on you- spreading your thighs apart instantly. His face quickly found your crotch, making you mewl out lewdly. 

"Shit," came from you as he inhaled noisily, but other than a small nip to your inner thighs nothing happened, and you frowned while looking back at him.

"You are very small," he murmured, "You're gonna need a lot of preparing."

You were unsure if even with preparation you were going to be able to take him... if he really had a dick, because you still hadn't seen it. Which didn't mean you weren't going to try! 

"Just touch me then," you said, impatiently, as you wiggled your lower body at him, looking past your own body to his' between your spread legs. 

Oh...

Oh you saw something now. 

His crotch area had started leaking, and a slit had revealed itself; making your eyes widen. Ohhh, Darkin had sheaths? You hadn't been able to look at Rhaast properly, but you were sure looking now as slowly the head of his dick appeared from the slit, bringing with it more slick. It had slowly started leaking down his legs, and you groaned at the sight of his manhood appearing. The moment he noticed you were looking though, he grabbed your head and pushed it down into the mattress, other hand on your ass, kneading the presented flesh roughly. You were about to comment on it, but his large fingers found your lower lips wet and ready for him.

"Don't worry, you'll be touched as much as you want and more."

Something cold and hard was against your entrance now, and you gasped out when he slowly started inserting it, stretch both pleasurable and painful. 

"What are you-" you groaned as you looked back, and jolted when you saw Aatrox holding his blade, slowly opening you with the hilt. "Shit, what the fuck~"

He groaned as if he could feel it, and you realized he probably could considering the blade was him. 

The hilt was warm, like him, and actually throbbed as he slowly fucked you with it. Despite the warmth and the natural feel to it it was still stiff steel, and you squirmed against it; unsure if you liked it or hated it. 

"Aatrox, I want you," you said, inching more towards dislike the rougher he got with it, and he chuckled. 

"You're not ready by far, impatient thing, but you wished for it." and with that he removed the hilt, groan escaping you both as he did, and he lined himself up with you. The head of his dick was almost uncomfortably hot, and you looked over your shoulder to get a good look at it. You thought the hilt of his blade had been a stretch, but his dick... It was huge, and you stiffened as you realized that he was right. You were not ready for that. 

Slowly he inched in, grabbing your hair as he pulled you back against him, and you whined at the sting. The first inches were fine, but then he stretched you so far you yelped out for him to stop. He was bigger than Morde, and he had probably been your limit. 

"See?" he hissed, "Much too greedy." he thrust in and out shallowly a couple of times, but withdrew at the unsatisfied feeling. 

"Put your legs together," he growled, and you did, folding your knees to lock your legs in place. He slapped your ass again, as he put his long clawed fingers inside of you, collecting your slick and wiping it on your legs. He helped with his own, pre leaking from his dick and slick from his sheath, as he slathered you in the makeshift lube. "Now hold them tight," he added, as if you weren't squeezing them as hard as you could already. And with a rub of your ass he slowly slipped between your legs, rubbing against your clit and stomach as he rutted in. A curse in a language you didn't understand fell from his lips as he started thrusting. First slow, then faster and faster until you were pushed into the mattress so hard you couldn't hold yourself up anymore. The only reason you managed to keep your head high enough to breath and moan out your pleasure was because he was holding your hair tightly in his fist, pulling you back to him with every thrust. It was painful and rough, but somehow extremely satisfying as he used your body for his pleasure. 

The growled words coming from him were absolutely filthy and you felt your body burn as he pulled you up further, making you sit on his legs as he thrust up with a speed you could barely keep up with. You realized with pleasure that his dick had ridges, that were rubbing against your outer lips and clit so deliciously with every rough thrust, and you keened out your appreciation. 

"Shit, yes Aatrox," you moaned as you were brought over the edge by him, shivering in his grasp as you came harshly, legs locking up tightly against his burning dick. 

He groaned with you, unceasing in his rhythm, throbbing harshly between your legs as he chased his own release. His large clawed hands came to your front, kneading your breasts as he continued his onslaught on your clit, overstimulation instantly bringing you to a second orgasm while you begged in broken sentences for him to slow. 

His hips stuttered as drool from your open mouth hit his dick, cooling it as he shivered at the sensation of your fluids mingling with his.  

"You're doing so well, little cock sleeve," he hissed, stuttering his final thrusts before he came with a loud roar, head thrown back. You were sure the entire building had heard him, but at this point you couldn't care less; covered in his cum practically from head to toe. You shivered in his grasp as he slowly let you go, letting you fall down face first into the mattress. He barely let you catch your breath, fingers finding your entrance and pushing inside, roughly fingering you until you hit your third orgasm, body absolutely spent. 

"Think you can take me now?" he asked with a cruel grin on his face, already hardening at the sight of you absolutely ruined under him, dripping with his cum. "Or did you have enough already..?"

You groaned as you barely managed to look back at him, tears of pleasure and overstimulation in your eyes. If he was seriously going to continue you were in for a long, long ride...

[water-to-drink]

Request: Yandere Clorinde x Reader (This is my first request here, so sorry if I broke any rules)

Hunter and Prey

(Pairing): Yan!Clorinde x gn!reader

(Synopsis): After an unlikely friendship blossomed it soon became a twisted obsession from the Champion Duelist

(Tags/Warnings): Yandere behavior, violence & death (not towards reader), written from Clorinde’s pov, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 800

I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE

It started out simple, a regular duel between Clorinde and you, for the matter that it came about she doesn’t remember only that it was over something trivial. As expected she came out victorious, what she didn’t expect was for you to come back and gift her a basket filled with treats

“So it is true, the mentions on how strong you are. I guess that’s on me for underestimating the Champion Duelist.” You smiled at her. “Please accept this as an apology and as a token of my respect.”

That was the start of an unlikely friendship and eventually a twisted obsession

Occasionally you would drop by just to talk with her, at first she thought that you were odd wanting to talk to her. Most people even steer clear from her after a duel, but you actively seek her out to talk and eventually befriended. Just remembering about it makes her heart beat faster

Her devotion to you started when you and her were together and you saw someone, she doesn’t remember who, avoid her by crossing the street

“It must be sad, having people treat you that way.” You said

“I am an instrument of Fontaine’s law, whether it having an impact on me, does not matter.” Clorinde replied

“That can’t be all to you! You know you’re more than the Champion Duelist. At least to me.”

Sure she was told that many times, but it felt so different coming from you. It felt like it was coming from a place of genuine concern for her. Your concern for a friend was the start of the twisted love that would begin to form in Clorinde’s heart

It was almost like a switch flipped inside her. Now her eyes instantly turn its gaze towards you, intensely studying your every move like a hunter watching its prey

She even uses her hunting skills to watch you in the dead of night, to ensure your safety she tells herself

Most nights it’s just her following you home and watching you when you’re in the supposed privacy of your home. She would watch you with a pair of binoculars from the rooftop of a nearby building, during these moments it almost felt like she was with you. Only fueling her obsession even further

However one night wasn’t like the others. There you are, walking back to your apartment after a long shift and unbeknownst to you a shady figure follows you. The figure stalks you until pulling out a knife and almost bringing the blade down on you, but Clorinde is quicker than a mere ruffian prowling the streets of Fontaine

Silently she sneaks up on the thug and points her pistol against the neck of the man, he stopped dead in his tracks and oh so sweet you, remained unaware of the harm that was about to befall you

Clorinde dragged the scum calling itself a man into an alley and shot the thug in the leg, making sure to not hit the major artery. The bang most likely alerted you and made you run back to the safety of your home

She turned her attention towards the man who now is on the floor and clutching his leg. Getting a clear view of her face and realizing who she was the bastard pleads for mercy

Mercy, the same way you would have plead for him to spare you, but knowing ruffians like him he wouldn’t give you any. And that’s why she must show him the same treatment he would’ve given her sweet angel, summoning her sword she raised it above her head and thrusted it into his chest

Flawlessly ending the thug’s life

Over the course of the next few days you carried on with your life yet that night still plagued Clorinde’s mind, that night of was harsh reminder of the dangers that lurks every corner. This world is full of evil, she sees it firsthand every day

So over the course of a few weeks to a month she prepared a room for you in her massive home. She tailored the room to your taste and needs, from the color of the wallpaper to the material of the sheets on the bed. It looked like a normal room with the exception of locks preventing anyone getting in or out without a key. The final step was taking some of Sigewinne’s sedatives, and in the dead of night she snuck into your apartment.

She watched you sleep for what seemed like an eternity for an ordinary person but to Clorinde it couldn’t have lasted longer. You looked so peaceful in this state. She almost feels guilty for doing this to you, but it’s for your safety. She told herself as she injected the sedatives into your sleeping form

[another-lost-mc]

obey me x pokemon au: the great mammon wants to fight!

summary: when you decide to become a pokemon trainer, a familiar face from your childhood decides he's going to help you by not helping you. or that's what he tells himself, anyway.

featuring: mammon x gn!reader

content: sfw (suggestive towards the end). follows the vibes of generation one except they're adults and, y'know, not children. "rivals" to lovers trope and so many clichés. tbh this is mostly mammon challenging reader to pokemon battles instead of talking about his feelings. wc: 1.6k+

Mammon is there when you choose your first Pokemon and he boldly declares that he's going to be your rival. Apparently, it's going to toughen you up and you should be grateful. When you admit you've never battled before, he embellishes his own track record hoping to impress you. (It doesn't.)

"Your first challenger is the Great Mammon! You better be ready to cough up that prize money!" He summons a low-level Pokemon similar to yours, but your Pokemon has a type advantage over his and it's almost a landslide victory in your favour.

He scoffs when you seem surprised by how easy that was. "You’re lucky I wasn't trying that hard. The next time we meet, I won't hold back!"

He just happens to set out for his own adventure the same time you do. At one of the junctions just outside of town, there's a very clear fork in the road: left or right. You think he's going to follow you, but when you turn right, he pointedly goes left. You wish him luck but he doesn't look back, and your mood deflates a little. It would've been nice to have company for a journey like this, but you carry on and accept it might be a long time before you see him again.

As it turns out, you cross paths with Mammon much sooner than you think.

For someone who claims to be your rival, it's weird how often you run into him. It's too convenient that Mammon shows up exactly when you need help the most. He teams up with you whenever a pair of trainers tries to gang up on you, or when you wander into an area with Pokemon far stronger than your own. Your Pokemon learn to fight in sync with his because they spend so much time together.

No matter how many times you ask, Mammon refuses your offers to officially join you. Sometimes he shows up out of the blue to challenge you to a battle. Other times he shoves a bag of supplies - usually spare Pokeballs and potions - into your arms and takes off again.

For most of your journey, Mammon's not far behind you. There are a few times he beats you to your destination. It’s a rare treat when you arrive at the next gym in time to watch him battle against its leader. He gets flustered when he realizes you're watching from the sidelines, but his Pokemon preen under your rapt attention. His team's gotten a lot stronger too.

If you're last to challenge the town's gym leader, Mammon waits for you outside and drags you into another battle. You're not sure what he's trying to prove, but you reluctantly accept his challenge and defeat him once again.

He doesn't usually have much prize money to give you when he loses. You refuse to take the small amount of gold he has in his pockets. He's your friend and you don't even want his money, but that just seems to irritate him even more. He denies loudly and vehemently that you're nothing more than his rival.

You think losing would hurt less than the sting of his rejection.

Contrary to what he says, your not-a-friend keeps traveling the same path you do. It would be cute if he wasn't being so stubborn.

Your dream of becoming a Pokemon Champion draws closer with each gym leader you defeat. You fasten the shiny new badge from the eighth and final gym leader to your jacket, but your excitement is short-lived. There's a familiar figure waiting for you on the outskirts of town, and he's wearing all eight badges too.

"Mammon, do we have to keep doing this? We've come so far. I really don't want to fight you anymore."

But he just smirks and plucks a Pokeball off his belt. "How are you gonna beat the Elite Four if you can't beat me?"

It's a close battle - the closest one yet - but you add another victory to your winning streak against him.

After the dust settles (literally), Mammon storms away. You heal your Pokemon with some potions first and you heal his too. None of the Pokemon pick up on the tension between you and Mammon. In fact, they all play together like they weren't just locked in a feverish duel a few minutes before.

You look over your shoulder and spot Mammon under the shade of a nearby tree. The scowl on his face is unwelcoming and you decide to give him his space. You assume he's stewing in the disappointment of another defeat. You could say "I told you so," but that would probably make things worse. (And you don't want to make things worse.)

Besides, even if you asked him, Mammon wouldn't be able to tell you what's wrong. He watches his Pokemon flock to you for attention and you feed them berries from your satchel. Was it the fact that you beat him every time he challenged you to a battle? He's always been a sore loser. Or was it the realization that he wasted so much time being your rival when he could've just been your friend instead?

"I wonder if you ever needed me at all," Mammon mutters to himself. His voice is too quiet for you to hear.

Eventually he returns but his mood is indiscernible and you don't know what to say. By the time you're both packed and ready to leave, the bitter expression on Mammon's face is gone. He runs his hand through his hair, glancing at you from the corner of his eye while his cheeks darken slightly.

When he's not too busy being your rival, you think that he can be very charming.

"How do ya feel about goin' up Victory Road together?" He holds his hand out to you stiffly. "Y'know, safety in numbers and all." His expression softens when you immediately place your hand in his. He laces his fingers with yours and you both pretend neither of you are smiling.

You make it through Victory Road, but the playful banter between you fades into grim anticipation when you finally reach the steps of Indigo Plateau. You both sign up to challenge the Elite Four at the reception desk before you lose your nerve and run back out the door.

There must not be any other challengers because Mammon's name is called almost immediately. He looks as panicked as you feel; there's so much left unsaid but not enough time to say anything at all. When he passes through the door without a word and it slams shut behind him, you feel like you're going to cry. Regret sits heavy in the pit of your stomach but all you can do is wait.

It feels like an eternity before they finally call your name, and Mammon still hasn’t returned.

You try to push thoughts of him away so you can concentrate on battling your opponents and their formidable Pokemon. Adrenaline surges through you and your hands tremble each time you summon a new Pokemon to your side. One by one, you come out of each battle victorious. It feels like luck rather than strength or skill that's gotten you this far because your potion supply is dwindling. Doubt clouds your mind each time one of your Pokemon is knocked out but the third member of the Elite Four finally bows to you.

The battle with Lance, the final member of the Elite Four, is absolute chaos. Your Pokemon suffer the merciless onslaught of his powerful dragon-types, the likes of which you've never seen before. Somehow your team barely manages to secure your victory, but it's still too early to celebrate.

There's one more challenger waiting for you.

When Lance accepts his defeat and moves aside, you step into the next arena to face off with the region's newest Champion.

“Yo! I was wondering how long you were gonna keep me waitin’!”

You gape at Mammon who waves to you from the Champion's podium. He looks so happy to see you that you break the stunned silence with a sigh of relief that bubbles into giddy laughter.

He tosses his first Pokeball into the air and catches it again, over and over, while his confident smirk warms into something more teasing. "C'mon babe, it's just you 'n me at the top of the world. Show the Great Mammon what you've really got!"

Both your teams fight like they've never fought before. It's a knock-down-drag-out battle that shifts back and forth between your favour and his.

When your last Pokemon is the only one remaining and the battle is won, Mammon jogs across the arena to you. He hands you a bag filled with more prize money than you know what to do with. "I owe ya from all those times before, don't I? You deserve it. Besides, I got most of it from those losers back there."

He nearly loses his balance when you throw your arms around him and give him a hug. It only takes a moment for him to wrap his arms around your waist and melt against you.

"So, Champion," he murmurs, brushing his lips against your cheek with a smile, "how about we find somewhere to grab dinner and celebrate?" 

The next morning, Mammon looks far too devilish with his messy white bedhead hair and starchy hotel sheets draped loosely across his hips. You're not sure you'll ever want to get out of bed when he looks like that, but when your tummy rumbles with hunger, you bashfully suggest getting up.

Mammon waggles his eyebrows and slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. His very thoughtful suggestion is staying put and eating a breakfast of champions instead.

(He holds up his hands in mock surrender after you hit him in the face with a pillow, and he agrees to go out after all - once you give him one last kiss, of course.)

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