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✦Aatrox, the Darkin Blade.

The World Ender is not a person to be underestimated in any circumstances. He is the antonym of the word “gentle”, both on the battlefield and privately. And there is no exception for you, his fucktoy. You are a mere human; of course someone - or something - as powerful as the Darkin would not have mercy for you. After fucking you disdainfully, listening to your woeful cries and moans, which were making the experience even better, Aatrox usually leaves you to take care of himself. But before vanishing, in an act of pity, he seldom leaves you with something - something only from him, a kind of gift. Like a souvenir: a burn, a claw mark or a cut. And that’s his “aftercare” - making you remember him. What’s even more rare - him letting you rest beside him a bit, absorbing the heat that beams from his inner rage. The World Ender is indeed warm, but only physically; he wouldn’t let you bond with him, as he has to continue with his purpose - to destroy everything.

✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper.

Surprisingly, Kayn is a very talkative person during sex. And totally a loud one. This man has no shame, especially when it comes to begging you to ride his face or to get the chance to burry his nose and lips in your vagina. The successor of the Shadow Order is eager, although he tires quickly - his youth prevents him from going on for multiple rounds with you. But Kayn doesn’t mind you using him for your own pleasure and this always ends up with him beneath you, panting from overstimulation yet grinning at you widely. Because of that - that he doesn’t mind being the bottom - it isn’t rare when you are the one to tenderly kiss him after making him cum multiple times. You whisper sweet, praising words into Kayn’s ear, while his numb hands slide on your body, circling around his favourite parts of it. And it’s not like the Shadow Reaper can’t do aftercare or be the dominant one - of ourse not. He tends to be clumsy, but in the end - responsible for sure; whenever he finishes with enough strenght, he gladly carries you into a bathtub, joining you in the warm waters. But, in the end… He just enjoys you pampering him.

✦Thresh, the Chain Warden.

Every time you get intimate with the infmaous, greedy and definitely ominous keeper of the Shadow Isles, it involves chains. Of course it does. He is not the perilous Chain Warden for no reason. Every time he puts his clawed, metal-chased hands on you, slowly making himself comfortable on your tantalizing body, you end up chained to a wall or a bed, left at his mercy to toy with you. But whenever you are the one to initiate sex, both of you eventually find yourselves bounded to each other, metaphorically and physically. Either way Thresh’s stamina and durability are way higher than yours - thanks to the magical alterations he has overcome - so after making you cum and pleasing himself inside of you, he is less tired than you. Thanks to that, the Chain Warden is always the one to take care of you. He always starts with removing all the ropes or chains, gently and conscientiously, and treating the bruises that they left. He lets you rest and not even lift a finger, because he takes care of everything. But Thresh certainly takes his time with it, cleaning and wipping off every sticky liquid that might have end up between your legs. After all, he is a caring lover, making sure that aftercare is nothing of your concern; Thresh takes pleasure from having control in his own hands. And whenever you act possessive during foreplay, pretending like you try to reject him or turn off, he gladly chains you to a bed, only to leave you like this for hours.

✦Zed, the Master of Shadows.

Oh, how your Master enjoys taking you from behind. Having your ass bouncing before him, balls deep and with the chance of pulling your hair, just to hear your rapid moans. Zed doesn’t let you rest; he is a busy man and he often acts like there was no time left during sex - ever moment and every second he could be summoned for another emergency. That’s why his thrusts are always so desperate, aggresive, relentless. The Master of Shadows acknowledges that after sex you must be tired - he also is, although he would not admit that - that’s why he cleans himself right out, only to return and firlmy massage your back. It is kind of a characteristic trair of him - giving you a relaxing massages after sex, still covetously looking at your ass, probably thinking about the next time he will get the chance to fuck it without mercy. If you could read his mind, you would certainly think of Zed as overzelaous when it comes to fucking you, despite his age. And sometimes it actually comes out of him: while giving you the usual massage, your Master can’t stop himself; ignoring his own exhaustion, he enter you from the back once again, only to hear your surprised mewl. He lives for that sound. And he will fuck you as long as you squirm, moan and pant. Aftercare with Master Zed is almost as challenging as accompaning him on the battlefield.

Ah, that was too much. The heavy sound of chains as he approached blended with the flickering sound of the mist that followed him, wrapping around him more intensely, shaping his cadaverous figure into the human appearance he had been using to walk among the mortals of Bilgewater. And yes, he noticed the tremor in your gaze as your beloved man assumed that so antiquated and elegant form, especially while approaching with a discreet, confident smile, slow steps, as if he knew the clock of your world waited for his time to move its hands.

– What do you mean by that, (__)? Are you refusing me?

Even though nothing had been offered to refuse, Thresh’s question already seemed to carry the displeasure of losing something that belonged to him. To emphasize the unspoken promise, Thresh traced the contour of your lips with his gloved hand, admiring your skin with a gleam of desire and amusement in his eyes.

– What a shame. Just when the last few days made me miss… you…

The last words were broken, breathed out as his mouth brushed yours, the cold breath sending icy shocks down your spine. Somehow, you resisted this time. You pressed your arms tighter against your own body, as if trying to prevent yourself from throwing into Thresh’s arms. And he waited with pleasure for the next moment when you tried to push him away:

– Not this… not this time, Thresh. You really hurt me.

The man rolled his eyes, indifferent to your feelings, but smiling. With a twisted tenderness, he looked at you—almost contemplated you— with his sickly love for a human who desired him yet tried to repel him simultaneously.

– (__)… Do you really think that matters to me?

With his index finger, he traced a vertical line on your cheek from your eye, as if following the path of an imaginary tear.

– Do you have any idea how much I love your pain, my doll?

Your heart skipped a beat, and you clenched your jaw to scold yourself for it. A gesture not unnoticed by Thresh.

– You are…

He silenced you with a quick kiss, yet intense enough to steal an involuntary moan. One of Thresh’s hands slid around your waist as if the now-veiled chains were wrapping around you again—as they had done so many times before; a subtle reminder that you were still bound to him. And it was your fault for being there, for Thresh’s hold was possessive but not painful; loose enough for you to push and run at any moment.

But he knew from your forced breathing and rising blush that he wouldn’t even need the physical chains to keep you there. His gaze beneath his lashes already said everything he needed to hear about your fragile human heart.

Thresh laughed, his form flickering for a second into the cadaverous figure hidden beneath the charming human guise.

– Were you going to say something, (__)?

His hand rose to caress your face, also flickering and shimmering with his cadaverous form and claws; it was hard to tell if the touch was a threat or a promise. Even harder was for you to focus enough to reignite the spark of pride that had made you confront him in the first place.

Thresh’s lips met yours again, lasting no more than three seconds. Just enough time to remind you of the delight of kissing him; too short to give any sense of satisfaction.

Your eyes watered at the point where your reason and desire collided.

Separating your arms, you let your hands seek Thresh’s coat to hold it against your chest, drawing close not as one seeking refuge, but as prey surrendering and accepting the predator’s bite.

– … I hate you, you know? I hate you, Thresh.

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    There was no such thing as insecurity to him. What could you possibly be insecure about? His muse. His whole museum. No, there must be something - someone, tainting your image of yourself. In his twisted mind, he would think, perhaps he hasn't worshiped you enough, or paid enough attention to his surroundings to the point someone had gotten close enough to hurt you this way. Jhin would obsess over you, reminding you that every curve of your body was pure art - obsess about your house, there must not have a single thing in that damned place to make you question your worth. With his mask pressed against the side of your head and arms around your figure, a familiar humming soon was escaping Jhin, his soft song bringing you comfort. He will make sure you knew your worth, one way or another.

"Flaws? There are no such things when it comes to you. Can't you see, darling? You're my greatest achievement, no one, not even you - is allowed to say otherwise."

    Insecurity? Pyke would hum at your words, mind working to think of what to do. This wasn't a everyday situation, and while your presence was also fairly new, he was completely lost about this. For the most part of his undead life, all that he would ever think was about his list - all the names, all the killing. This whole... feeling thing, was rather confusing. Pyke would approach you slowly, almost as if scared of further elevating your anxiety, and he would ask you how could he help you, if there was anything he could do for you. Once you tell him, he'll know by heart and you won't need to tell him again - he works with experience, and the more he comforts you, the better he gets at it.

"How... can I help you? D-don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to... figure out how to make you feel better..."

    Almost as if he had done this already for you, Yone would be a master at comforting whatever doubts and fears your mind would be stressing about. His experience in being a older brother to Yasuo made him very accustomed to anxiety and mood swings, as he was always there to try and help his brother with whatever he was dealing with. Yone would give you a soft kiss on the forehead and pull you into his arms while simultaneously whispering just the right words you needed to hear - whatever you wanted, if it was in his power, would be yours. Gentle touches combined with sweet words, the perfect medicine for your troubles, what else would you really want?

"My love, whatever troubles your mind, I wish to help you in any way I can. Please, what can I do for you?"

    With a laugh and a tap on your back he would say something along the lines of 'what a good joke'. Once he realizes the tears on your eyes and the disappointment mixed in, probably because of his reaction, Sett's ears instantly perk up. How could you feel insecure? Someone so pretty such as yourself? Would embrace you in his arms, almost suffocating you from how tight he'd be holding you. A quieter lover when it comes to these types of situations, depending heavily on physical affection to get his words across. Head pats and small groans to remind you he's there and listening to whatever you have to say, or your quiet sobs. A quiet apology about his behavior at first would fall from his lips quickly, voice quivering like he was afraid that his demeanor by itself further upset you.

"... I'm here, I'm here, okay?"

    As sadistic as your lover could be, he had an undeniable and overwhelming soft spot for you. There was nothing in Thresh's mind but to keep you away from any harm, any pain that this forsaken and cursed world was capable of. The warden would be by your side in no time, wiping those tears off your cheeks with his clawed fingers - softly, and gentle as if you were made of glass. Would have his lantern show you the happy times of his imprisoned victims to try and cheer you up, any story you wanted could be played by his lantern. With a hand on your back, would slowly pull you to him - the coldness of his body creating a nice contrast to your hot face. His deep voice whispering sweet, seductive words of comfort, making you wonder just how many souls had he reassured before cruelly taking their life.

"There is nothing to fear. I'm your protector, I will not let anything happen to you or to us. I'll damn any soul that tries to get in between us."

    Now, don’t get too sad when Kayn awkwardly inches close to you and simply sits next to you. All his life he was trained as a child warrior, everything he knows about is related to war, so his whole body is tense on this situation as he keeps you company - gets even more tense when you lean on him or hug him, slowly calming himself down and hugging you back. Tries to remember the times he was in this situation and you reassured him, decides he’s going to do everything. Heats you a hot bath, cooks you something simple, puts petals in the bathtub - all while Rhaast murmurs how annoyingly irritating human relations and emotions are. Kayn ignores every single word from Rhaast, knowing whatever you’re going through he had to help you with it, as your lover, he wanted to be someone you could trust without fears.

“How... unnecessary is this. Surely they know how to deal with this themselves.”

          “My love... I made you a bath! There are also some snacks in there, if you want I could join you and I’ll let you do whatever you want with my hair!”

          “Ugh, humans...”

    The King himself could not understand where your anxiety came from, but he didn’t necessarily care. In his eyes, this was a test to prove to you just how devoted and loyal he was - and he would do an excellent job at doing so. Anything you wanted, would be yours. While kneeling in front of you, he would ask you to assign him a duty that would make you feel better. If he discovers this anxiety and your pretty tears were caused by a third-party, there will be no tomorrow for them if you allow him to take vengeance in your name. Now, your lover would not argue if all you wanted to do was have him embrace you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down. Viego is a devoted man, he will not leave your side until you’re back to normal.

“Anything you wish for, it’s yours. So please, give me purpose and allow me to give you something that will make you feel better. Anything.”

Foolish little creatures, but not as dull as he has come to find them as of late, Thresh thinks as he spots the figure his eyes have grown familiar with.

Wraith or not, he is not one to succumb so easily to violence and the satisfaction born from others sufferings.

Thresh is a collector first and foremost; of people, souls, memories, their agonies and fading selves, all the emotions that make them people, brimming to the fullest yet unaware they’ll never reach the surface again.

The dark waves of the sea with its harsh waves, he keeps them underwater forever and ever.

He sees some souls unfit for his reaping, and some, he decides to wait. To let them mature, or for your case, allow them a glimpse at him, glowing mist of bad news and horns above his head, letting the seeds of fear spread into your chest, for the next time you will shake with terror like none other.

Except; you prove an exception to that.

He finds you odd, and a little off putting if he were still a mere human. Instead of running away, it almost feels as him you’re seeking him out, intentionally.

A fool, no matter the feeling underneath the actions.

Ah, but that lack of fear takes the fun out of him and by now you seem to know it too. Going as far as to call out to him and wave a hand, as if he can mistake your voice for anyone else in that deserted forest— “Hey mister warden! Fancy joining me for a cozy afternoon tea?”

A fool, he murmurs the words again and disappears before you can catch up to him. Yet it doesn’t go unnoticed by him how your shoulders drop once he is out of your sight. Surely you’re not as stupid enough to actually mean your offer now?

It’s not so bad per see, he decides. You make the most exceptional distraction for him to collect more souls, even if you notice or not. With the presence of someone else in the same place as them, people feel safe, let their guards down; not expecting his scythe to land, nor the glowing lantern to become their new homes.

Maybe he will allow you to roam a little longer, until you grow old, or witness him in action and begin to fear— another miscalculation on his part, he will soon find out, as he did with any matter relating to you.

Souls ripped apart from their once-hosts, sucked into the lantern like petite flowers in bloom, his scythe still warm and swaying in the air slightly, Thresh catches your eyes on him, watching from afar. He thinks, at last, the moment of fear has come, until he sees your mouth agape, pupils dilated, with fascination in your eyes; a fool or an oddity? He once more finds himself lacking to describe as to what you are.

Accepting that your increasing offers will not end any time soon, nor the time to reap your soul will come any sooner, he lets out a sigh and carries on like he always did, ignoring you majority of the time. At this point he is unsure himself whether he wants your soul to be with him for an eternity, he doubts even death can part you with that fascination in your eyes and admiration written all over your face— what is it about him that has you so impressed, he wonders from time to time.

Even though it is still a mystery as to why you’re so attached to him, in the process Thresh hasn’t realized his attachment to you in return.

Only with your sudden lack of presence one day he realizes, and wonders where you are. You were watching him with those doe eyes from the side just a moment ago; what is it that kept you from following him? He finds himself hurrying, reaping the soul at hand not so elegantly, as if he ever cared about such things, and halts when he hears your voice raised.

Your singsong melody has become such a constant for him that he has forgotten you don’t speak with anyone like this. You sound worried, he notices, until an unfamiliar voice hushes you, ordering you to keep quiet and few other things he fails to recognize as he hurries.

A quick sway and throw of his scythe and the man is stunned, then pulled towards him, right into the lantern as he raises it in the intruder’s direction.

A rash action on his part, he realizes, only after this sound of quick and rhythmic beating stops ringing in his ears and he feels the velocity of something warm thrown into his direction, not strong enough to cause a shake in his posture— his arms faltering, he looks down to be met with your body pressed into his, arms wrapped around him, tightly, that he realizes the shake is happening somewhere deep down, not on any levels physical but something entirely different.

A new unfamiliarity he would like to think, but he knows better, he has been aware of this unknown brewing inside him for a while, allowing it to bloom with each passing interaction.

thresh laid back on the meadow, kimono spread open as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your cock wrecking his womb open, one hand on the dangerously sharp scythe that was threatening your neck, dangerously close to where your future mating mark would.

how difficult it was for thresh, trying to bloom open the potential in the souls that took the wrong path, and even more troublesome trying to find a mate. he has never had someone be able to satisfy his urges, much less someone he found suitable to start a family with. he wants his own little demons of his own.

then he found you, strong, handsome, and lonely. you were suitable as a mate, and he saw your full potential with him, as his alpha. he even made a deal with the nine tailed demon, trading you in exchange for leaving all the souls alone the day he had you. and she agreed, guilt laiden in her heart at the reasons of why he was so determined to get you.

he knew you couldn't resist the smell of his heat, and the minute your curious eyes wandered off the path to find the scent, you lost all hope of any redemption, wandering right into his trap.

the slight look of fear in your eyes turned him on to no end as you put slight pressure on your neck. his scythe wouldn't do much in this realm, but he would never tell you that. your hands trembled on his side, stroking his lower hips as he pushed up from his elbows.

"don't resist your inner temptations, my love. mark me full, breed me full of puppies, claim me as yours. your full potential is with me, and a family of our own. don't you want that, alpha? " his lips curled into a smirk knowing what would happen. he stared into your eyes as he bared his neck to you.

he moaned out as you placed both hands on his hips, pushing him against your own muscled thighs, nasty sounds of skin slapping as you fucked him, feeling his slick trail down your balls.

he was so open for you, that you completely forgot about why you were in this realm. what problems were keeping you from finding your own peace, when you had a very handsome demon omega, presenting himself to you, wanting you as his?

you couldn't remember.

his clawed fingers were around your back, scraping through your skin as he struggled to wrap his arms around your muscled body. his scythe was long forgotten as you pushed it off you, threatens completely forgotten by you.

your hips were getting sore as you tunnel visioned on the thoughts of your family, breeding him full until your cum leaked out of his hole. his ass was red and sore as he squirmed from the deepness of your cock. it was like you were thrusting into his stomach. his womb ached at how wide you stretched him open, hole gaping wide.

his toes curled as he moaned out, feeling how warm and sweaty you were, and how nicely your scent mended with his. he was fucked out too,, the deep ache of an alphas cock being satisfied in his carnal desire. he was mindless, having never done this in such a long time, he had forgotten how nice it was to be fucked so hard that he would go cockdrunk, the only thing on his mind was about your scent and how good you were.

thresh himself was sweaty too, his long purple hair getting tangled and unruly from the movement of your thrusts. his kimono was stained with precum and slick and sex fluids, and his body with scrapes and bruises and red marks.

he was so close, and you could feel him tremble whenever your cock reached the deepest part of him, before he came all over your cock and body. he suddenly tightened, which left you breathless as you chased your own hazy orgasm, ready to pop your knot inside of him.

you thrusted as deep as you could inside of him, a growl in your throat as you came inside of him, feeling your knot swell inside of him. he shuddered as thresh felt your cum inside of him, deep inside of his womb as he sighed in relief, an afterglow blush on his face as he felt the deep warmth in his core.

the two of you stayed there for as long as you needed until your knot swelled down, slowly pulling it out. your eyes were fixated on the thick frothy cum that spilled from his hole, and the cum that spilled from his abs.

thresh smiled as he sat up, the same clawed fingers pushing you down until you were on your back, as he climbed onto your lap, spent cock in his hands as he carefully massages it back into hardness, transforming into his true form as he licked your jaw.