Assassin along with a support!reader who is in the opposite team. sfw, gn!reader, slightly obsessive themes, convincing you to join them instead
✩ featuring: dyrroth, julian
It was quite scary how the enemy assassin kept glancing your way as if you're his prey. However, it only worsened when Dyrroth was carrying his team. So to roam around the map to get your job done always sent you in a panicky mess.
Now, your team has been wiped out, leaving you as the last one standing. Your mind raced with frantic thoughts as you warily turned your head at every bush you passed. You ducked inside one, pressing yourself low as a shiver ran through you at the thought that, at any moment, he would come for you—
“Boo. So this where you were hiding,” The voice came out of the blue as you felt your blood running cold. He chuckles mixed with the raspy and calm tone of his voice as your body trembles beneath him.
You cowered at the sound near your ear and tried to escape but he was just faster. His hand quickly clamped over your mouth while his other arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you in—trapping you against him as you could feel his chest press against your back.
Dyrroth mutters lowly and it sends shivers down your spine, “Why not be my healer? That damned Duke doesn't even deserve you.” He scowls, clicking his tongue, “Such a waste of power.”
You only shook your head, trying to speak up for your jungler but it came out muffled against his palm. He notices this and removes his hand and you instantly gasp. “He’s not w-weak! You're just—”
“Strong.” He finished for you, chuckling. “Yeah, that much is obvious, isn’t it?” His grip tightened slightly as he pulled you even closer... was his head nuzzling against your neck?
The whimper you let out was weak and quiet as if you're hesitant to disagree with what he said despite knowing it's true. The recent Savage! notification was evident.
“I’ll make sure to win this little game for ya’,” He murmured, his tone mixed with confidence. “And once this is over, you can come to me, yeah? With me, you'll effortlessly play your role, and I'll carry you alll the time. You won't have to worry not a single bit.”
You did felt a streak of loses and this was one of the great offers one could give to you. You unhesitatingly opened your eyes as it landed on his. “Really…?”
The innocent sight in front of him made him feel something stir deep inside. He smiles wildly as he pulls you close, “Yeah, you're going to be my own little princess.”
You knew from the moment Julian earned the Triple Kill! notification that this match was going to be rough—it hadn’t even been five minutes!
Your role as a healer would require ten times the effort compared to other games. But what irritated you most was the way he mocked your team, especially the jungler you supported, leaving everyone dead except you. And somehow, that made you feel something.
Now, it was just the three of you—him, you, and your jungler—contesting the turtle where the other players were busy clearing their lanes.
The assassins were neck to neck as they fought. Despite your consistent healing and telling him to retreat for now, your jungler was stubborn—so prideful and insistent—that had cost him an embarrassing streak of deaths.
As you see your jungler fall, your feet scramble to get away, fearing he'd kill you this time. But he snatches you instantly by the waist. You closed your eyes, covering your face as you wished he'd just slay you immediately.
He lets out a huff of amusement, “It’s a lil’ adorable when you cower in fear.” He takes to pry one of your hands that you were using to hide your face. “It's as if you weren't watching my every move.”
His words sank in and your face flushed a deep shade of red. The sight made him chuckle. You stammered, trying to defend yourself. “I—I wasn’t! I was just keeping an eye on you—”
The grin that stretched across his face made you stop mid-sentence. He clearly wasn’t buying it...
“Keeping an eye on me, stalking me—Sure, but aren't they the same thing?” He lets out another chuckle, “But I don't bite, sweetheart. If you could just tell me you want me, then I'm all yours—”
Your heart fluttered wildly as you slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t just say things like that…”
“Sure,” he only chuckled, finding you quite adorable, “Anything for you.”
having a brainot of Ling/any assassin being yandere 😋‼️ like they will force us to be their little healer, and will got mad if we heal anyone (yes the classic mlbb couple heroes)
HOHOHO❗❗❗THAT'S SOME QUALITY SHIT
❇ Ling gives you the cold shoulder, literally mf has no regrets. Mostly trys to keep it to himself but the fact that he's obsessive as fuck his jealousy and madness is as clear as daylight. Hmp's and tch's. Ignores you(trys to) whenever you try to talk to him or even come to him. Death glares at the person you ultimated, will threaten them when he finds them alone. Ling gets you into troubles occasionally then saves you in the most critical minute. He really be watching you suffer with a smirk.. He wants to show you that he's the one who's most worthy of your ultimate and attention. Plays the cold and charming prince. He doesn't give two fucks about whoever says something bad about him but will go apeshit if someone curses you out.
❇ I think you exactly know why I needed to include Gusion. He's obsessive, narcissistic, possessive and who's ego is too much for his ass to handle. He WON'T tolerate any excuses. You had to ult the exp laner cuz their HP was so little? It's their problem in the first place to get their own HP that low. Let them die. Adc fight and your adc required your ult? Unnecessary, absolutely unnecessary, a waste of your precious ultimate that he can make a good use of it. Let them die. Oh come on (Name)...he's not bad.., he's winning ?matches see? He's carrying you! You will win...only if you continue to stay by his side.
❇ Dyrroth and Aamon can also be added. Dyrroth would just straight up confront you after, after literally ultimating someone else one time. No that just won't do! You have to save your ult to him and only him! On the other hand Aamon is like Ling, the only difference is he'll tie you to himself, literally.
Content: Major character death, war, vague Silvanna x Reader if you squint.
This was it, the fall of the Moniyan Empire.
You were there that day, the day that the Prince, the Son of Light was born. You remember the joy in Silvanna's face when she saw his innocent little brother's face for the first time.
You were there on his 1st birthday when he was taken and 'killed' by the Abyss. His room was trashed, claw marks and torn fabric were at the scene. Silvanna's shocked and tear-stained face embedded in your mind as the days went by.
You were there when the Empire chevaliers defeated the Abyssal demons. Combat was never one of your expertise, but helping out survivors and providing aid to the injured soldiers was what you did most of the time on the battlefield.
You were also there when Silvanna reached out her hand to Dyrroth. The dust had settled and a portal of the Abyss had opened, Dyrroth was hanging on the edge of the portal seemingly in conflict with himself.
And you were there when he slapped Silvanna's hand away and fell back into the Abyss. But you saw it, and Silvanna knew too. You didn't see Dyrroth, no, you saw the Prince Aurelius. The Prince who was set to rule Moniya one day, the Prince who was the Son of Light and most importantly, Silvanna's precious little brother. Dyrroth wasn't the one who slapped Silvanna's hand away, no, it was Aurelius.
The Moniyan Empire celebrated that night, the night that the Abyss was defeated and the empire rejoiced in the Lightborn Chevalier's victory. But in the end, even if the victory was won, Silvanna never got her brother back. And you, her immortal retainer who is set to serve the Moniyan Empire's monarchy for all your life, comfort her once again, like you always do. Just like the first time she lost her brother, and now the second. It was more painful this time, her cries were harder and her sobs louder, you could tell she felt guilty about never getting to protect his little brother from the Abyss.
And now here you are, sitting in the rubble of what once was the great Empire, now nothing but fire and chaos all around. You cradle Silvanna's body in your arms, just like you did when she was a baby. But it was different now, she was dead and you could do nothing but cling onto the woman you raised and cared for. Just like many others you cared for in the empire's monarchy, you raised them, you cared for them, you watched them grow and you watched them die.
It was a never ending cycle, but now that the Moniyan Empire is no more, the cycle is over, for there is no more next generation of kings or princesses for you to care and raise. They killed them all, the King, the Queen and Princess Silvanna. The Moniyan Monarchy was no more, slayed by the Abyssal demons.
Gone, all of them.
There was nothing left for you, but him.
And there he was in all his glory standing afar in the rubble of the Empire that he was supposed to inherit one day, had he not been kidnapped by the Shadow Abyss. Sometimes you dream of a world where nothing went wrong but alas, fate was cruel to you and the people around you.
He walked in your direction in a pompous manner, with the confidence of a man who held the world in his hands. His vicious smile plastered on his face, and dark eyes staring right through you. The dark atmosphere around you only made him stand out more in the rubble and chaos around him.
You lower your head to avoid his gaze, tears welling up in your eyes for the first time in what felt like years. This was it, he came to finish what was left of the people here, which only meant one thing; you were finally going to die. You quickly wiped your tears away, there was no point in crying anymore. What has been done, is done.
"Giving up already? Tch, you didn't even pick a fight. Get up," He said as he stepped in front of her. "I won't kill a human standing down, there's no honor in that."
You look up at him, with blank eyes devoid of any emotion, staring up at him, you clutch Silvanna's body in your arms and stand up, carrying her as you do; all the while never breaking eye contact with him.
"Seriously, you're still clinging on to her? She's dead, so just drop her already, you imbecile!" He yelled at you as he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you to the ground. You crash into your back, pain spiking through your spine as you lay on the jagged floor, in your fit of pain Dyrroth grabs and drags Silvanna's body away from you by the leg. You panic at the loss of the weight of Silvanna's body, trying to get up and reach for her but the pain incapacitates you the moment you even try to move your arms to get up.
Dyrroth then lifts Silvanna up by her collar to look at her face, "Hmmm, poor you… You could have just surrendered the moment we attacked. But you didn't and now it cost you your life, isn't that right, dear sister?" Your eyes widen after hearing that, the spike of adrenaline in your veins helps you push through the pain in your back and you manage to lift yourself up.
"ENOUGH!" You yell at the top of your lungs in Dyrroth's direction. His eyes immediately land on your weak form and let go of Silvanna's corpse.
Dyrroth chuckles and claps while walking his way to you "Well, well, well, if it isn't my sister's precious little retainer finally speaking up! I thought I was going to have to make you bleed before you even made a sound. Guess there's no need for that then." He stops in front of you, "Y'know what? I think I deserve a little prize for all my hard work, and I think keeping you as my little own personal retainer doesn't sound so bad." Dyrroth then grabs you by your throat and raises you to his height. You immediately grab on to his wrists and try to wring yourself free as his grip is strong and blocks your air's entryway. "I've seen how you've taken care of Silvanna all these years, all your whispers of comfort in her ears, all the affection you showered her in all the love you've given to her.. And so I thought from now on that you have nothing left for you…" He then lets go of you and lets you drop on your knees in front of him, he watches you with an evil smirk as you cough and inhale as much air as you can. He kneels down on one knee in front of you and waits for your coughing to settle down.
Your breaths begin to smooth out with each breath you take, Dyrroth takes this opportunity to grab you by your hair to drag you closer to his face and make you look up at him. "You're all mine now, HAHAHAHAHA!" He drags you up to your feet and grabs you by your waist and shoves your smaller frame to his hard and toned one. He lifts your chin up to make eye contact with him and he stares at you with eyes that hold so much evil intent behind them, you can't help but gulp at the thought of what a future with Dyrroth may bring to you. "Come now Y/N… Let me take you to another world."
Please reblog if you enjoy! This is a repost from my old terminated blog from 2022.
going off anon because i would k1ll to read a fic with Zhask/Dyrroth! Bless you
"I love you, I do."
Mobile Legends; Bang Bang
Pairing; You, Zhask | You, Dyrroth
SFW
Requested? Yes.
Small note for requester; I had a hard time fitting them in the MLBB Universe, because their stories don't connect them (from what I found)... so, I'm sorry if you wanted them both in one story.. I also kind of got carried away in both Dyrroth and Zhask's part, it's pretty much angst with comfort soooo, I'm sorry again..
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Word Count; N/A
Second Person Perspective.
Pronouns used for reader; 'They', 'Them', etc...
Prompt;
"I only love you until the universe forces us apart. Even if you don't believe that, even if I don't believe that, our love is infinite."
Dyrroth -
It was unfair. Life was unfair since they took the Princess' brother, the light and joy of the whole empire. You didn't meet him, of course. But you sure did hear a lot about how adorable of a baby he was. And how tragic the kidnapping was for everyone. You were pretty sure he was about your age, but why would you think about that when he's gone? You have no idea.
Maybe because it was the mental image of him older? Or maybe because you're just lonely in your own house. Either way, you think about the lost prince a lot. You even heard rumors that he's been coming to the forest, near the empire ever since the war ended.
That's why you found yourself dozing off in the forest a lot, instead of doing your job that you already forgot about in the first week. It was just something about the prince that made you think about him a lot. Would he have showered you with gifts as a friend? Would he have hugged you tightly as a sibling? Would he have kissed you a lot as a lover?
Well, in this faithful day, you're about to find out.
It was just a normal day of you roaming the forest. Almost normal, if you hadn't run into someone while you were sneezing. Of course you had to run into someone, why wouldn't you do that? You're you, after all.
"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim out of instinct, rubbing your head and reaching down to help the person below you, up. Due to your closed eyes, you couldn't see, but it was probably for the best. It was his voice that made you stop dead in your tracks, hand still holding the person's. Or, more accurately, Dyrroth. "I'm... sorry as well."
You weren't sure about the hesitation in his voice. You couldn't think, a future ruler of the Abyss was talking to you, the missing prince that you have been thinking about since forever! "Are you blind or something? Can't you open your eyes?" Dyrroth asked you, annoyance being heard in his voice while his hand tried to shake away from yours.
Only then did you pull away and turn your head to the side. Hand shaking from your anxiety. You thought he was gonna kill you right then and there— until you felt the soft touch of hands covering yours. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to breathe from... well, if you know, you know where." His voice was weak, like he was truly opening up to you— a stranger he barely know of.
"Breathe? How am I gonna trust you?" You asked, slowly turning your head and; Hopefully meeting his face. It was silent, until he finally reminded you that; "You have no choice." You wanted to slap yourself for being so dumb, of course you had no choice! Sighing, you peaked from your left eye and looked at the demon infront of you.
He looked miserable, his eyes were puffy and his... outfit was messy. "You look horrible.. did you fight someone?" You asked, slowly reaching down to brush the excess dirt off his belt. He watched you intently. After his fight with Alice and him, he was desperate for some form of comfort from what you're doing. "You could say that." He answered after awhile.
You pursed your lips before pulling him to a nearby rock, sitting him down to ease the probably tension in his legs. Then, you asked; "Do you.. wanna talk about it, or something?" The look on his face says that he does, but he didn't answer.
He found it hard to believe that a stranger would be worried for him. He threatened you too! You should have been running away, and yet..
"If you hate it there. Why don't you come back? Why would you let those demons hold you captive when you know they need you alive to rule the Abyss?"
Your question made him stunned. The Abyss was his home, and he'll never hate it! The only thing was that he was scared. He was getting enraged, you were gonna be killed if you stay there with him. Before he could even think of saying it himself, the emotional part of him said it himself. "Shut it... don't say things like that."
You flinched slightly at the tone of his voice. But you didn't let up, and instead moved your hand to brush the dirty hair away from his face. His eyes glowed softly upon feeling your touch. "How about you say it? I'll listen until you let the feelings off your system." You offered, smiling cheekily at his silence. 'Hopefully he comes to his senses right after.'
"Say it? I only kill unworthy demons if I get emotional." He stated, brows furrowed while he subconsciously reached up to pull your hand off his hair. You simply laughed. Following up with a half-hearted joke. "Whoever took care of you is a bad influence."
Well... that joke probably set him off. Because you were pushed off the rock, and you found him gripping his horns. "Alice is not a bad influence! She helped me live! She took care of me with Thamuz!"
Alice and Thamuz..
You didn't hesitate, and went up to him. Hugging him tightly and not letting go, even when he continued to struggle from your hug. He didn't know what to do, you were in so close proximity that he should feel threatened. But he felt comforted instead! 'Thamuz wasn't wrong about violence, this was a form of violence. Right?!'
Dyrroth repeated every lesson from Thamuz in his head. He wanted so badly to push you off, but he also wanted to pull you closer. In the end, he gave in to his feelings and hugged you back. Sniffling from how emotionally conflicted he felt.
Ever since that day, he didn't stop visiting the forest to see you. He didn't stop learning the ways that he should've been learning, and he eventually... well, it's up to you to decide if he breaks free from Alice's influence or not.
Zhask -
The swarm... it was something you refused to go along with. Yet, Zhask continued the plan to devour every single ounce in the universe. You feared that your lover wasn't yours anymore. But you know he wasn't yours to begin with. You only trusted his words on his confession to you.
He had always been good with words. Swooning you with creative compliments, showing affection that no one had probably never thought of, treating you better than anyone.. was all of that to make you fill the role of his royal lover? A royalty who's purpose is to stand next to the king proudly, and help them in everything?
Because it certainly doesn't seem like that. He never lets you get in the way of his decisions, he's always ordering you around and never letting you tell him what's rational and not. He made you seem defenseless since, and you were more than frustrated after he had fought with another one of the planet's warriors and won without counter.
You desperately wanted to help, to pull yourself away from Zhask's grip as he attacks, and sends the swarm towards the person. But who were you to break free from your lover's grip? If you could even call him that..
As Zhask defeated, yet another attempt of someone assassinating him, you slowly started to break down. Tears falling down your cheeks and sniffles escaping your torn body. You hoped Zhask would ignore you like usual, but this time, he went ahead and looked at you. Adrenaline instantly disappearing upon seeing you crying.
'Why are you crying? Don't you feel how powerful we are? Don't you feel the bliss in having people attack you, but fail?'
For the first time, Zhask wasn't sure about why you're crying. Usually, he only had to reassure you that everything was gonna be okay, and kiss your tears away. But he.. couldn't do those things to comfort you. How can he comfort you? His precious lover?
He was too lost in thought to notice you were looking straight at him, hand clenching his staff as an odd thought came to mind. "Why.. Zhask?" You spoke, breaking Zhask away from his thoughts to comfort you. For the first time in awhile, he noticed how hurt your eyes look. The natural glow from them was fading, and you were trembling..
"Why.. what? We're gonna destroy everything! Can't you feel the satisfaction from that? Why are you even crying?!" The way he raised his voice made you flinch, as the continuous distruction from the swarm flowed through your ears. "Do you see how you ruined millions of species lives because of the swarm?!"
"Who cares about the species! We're still alive, aren't we?!" God, how you hated it when he treats others like they're trash. You couldn't believe him, so you were crying even more. Although this time.. the staff you and him were holding floated away, and instead— You were being held by Zhask instead.
The silence that followed, suffocated Zhask's thoughts about destroying every universe. He wanted to hear something from you.. something to made him feel powerful again when he's not destroying planets. But alas, only your occasional sniffles could be heard.
"My star.."
In any day that you couldn't hear the swarm, you would smile in joy. You would, if you just couldn't hear anything anymore. Even his voice. "Please come home, stop the swarm for a bit, or just leave them." You choked out, in between sobs. Earning Zhask the voice he wanted to hear, but not the tone and words he desired to hear.
Your hands tightened, and you sobbed into his chest. He was conflicted on whether or not he should stop to comfort you. If he does, the swarm will be left alone, and enemies may be able to kill them, furthermore, your planet will be destroyed from how exposed all of you were. "Please, Zhask." You pleaded, unaware that he was thinking about a way to spend time with you— Without letting anyone of his people die.
"Shh.. my star. Let me think, okay? I'm not gonna let this opportunity go for you, for us." He whispered to you, his claws running down the scales on your back— You felt the need to hug him tighter, but you were afraid to crack his body in half. So you held back, and subconsciously watched the staff float around you two. Your peripheral vision could see the swarm, but you kept your focus on the staff.
The feelings both of you developed was so complicated. It makes you dizzy, like you are right now. Tears was still flowing freely, and Zhask hasn't given you an answer yet. Was he just gonna tire you out so you can sleep? If so, it was definitely working, you crying was earning him a favor.
"We're gonna have a nice and long talk, okay, my star?"
"I don't want to talk.. Zhask."
"I know, my star, but you're confused as to why, correct? If we discuss it together, maybe we could understand each other.."
You let out a small cry in disapproval. But eventually, he whispered the words that made you hope he has a chance of redemption.. "Your love can't overcome my desires of destroying everything, but our love together may prove otherwise.."
"I don't want you to say our love may prove otherwise, I want to know if you truly love me!" You shouted, ears ringing after the swarm made a shout, a shout that you only hear if Zhask orders them to kill.. Did Zhask just try to kill you? What were you to him, really?!
"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry my star. I shouldn't have gotten so.. oh no.." Zhask panicked, nuzzling his covered mouth to your tear stained face. Another way to try and comfort you, but it didn't work. You were so scared, his creation was barely pushing its claws againts your scales, and you cried. Zhask couldn't see it, and pulled you closer, making you stop feeling the sharp claws againts you.
"My star, please don't cry, lets talk together, we're lovers. You're my lover. And I love you, I love you.."
Hopefully, his words are true, just like he said.. He loves you.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3
not a req! but thoughts on how soft aamon and dyrroth treat their support lover?
also can I be -🩷anon? I love your works🩷! The mlbb blogs here are so little!
Assassins with a support!lover. sfw, crack, hint of obsession in dyrroth's part.
✩ featuring: aamon, dyrroth
yes, I think man is in love with you, yes, really.
Aamon absolutely cherishes you. The team has to need a pair of glasses with a high grade to be able to see it, because boy, this man is nonchalant.
Either way, with his calm demeanour, he won't hesitate to shower you with praises after your hard work which never fails you to turn into a blushing mess.
Which causes you to be distracted sometimes.
Like that one time you got caught too deep in the fight. That time he panicked, abandoned what he was doing, rushed quickly to your aid, and then whisked you away while hidden under his cloak.
Then the two of you stop to rest at the corner. Once he feels the two of you are safe, he'd hug you tightly after that, muttering how he could've lost you:( You had to convince him hard through it that time.
Out the battlefield, he'd lazily tend to his duties while you were by his side, helping him. He'd tell you to stop helping him because you need rest too. But you insisted, and in no way can he deny you. He just sighs, kisses your forehead, and says thank you. aghh
Aamon can be soft, but only you (and his brother😭) can bring it out of him.
No matter how soft you say it, Dyrroth remains either possessive or constantly worried.
It's just that Dyrroth loves having you as his support and staying by his side, but he'd be so worried you'd be hurt… and by him.
Yk, man could go crazy with his damage in the early game.
However, he can't deny how much he still loves it when you get near him to help him out. When that time you both hide in the bush and then sit on the ground, his arms will then wrap around your waist while you rake your fingers through his hair and heal him.
Sometimes, when he's so stressed over his duties, he craves your touch. But he's afraid he'd hurt you so he just leaves it be and you can't help but notice it right away. You walked up to his desk with a glass of water and caressed his face. He hesitantly leaned towards your warm touch, then proceeded to exhale a tired sigh as he kisses your hand.
Dyrroth loves you for being there for him and staying. It warms his heart. He loves you. He loves you. Oh, look, now his mind is all about you again.
As a mage/mm main, I have a personal feud with all assassins. Could I request a sorta rival relationship btw the mid/gold lancer player and any of the enemy assassins?
They harshly tease/mock you endlessly about your skills. sfw, gn!reader, fighting, teasing
✩ featuring: dyrroth, ling
He’s rough with you, landing blows that deal damage but never enough to knock you out. And sometimes, he’d straddle you during the fight, teasing you about how, even with his weight on you, you still can’t lift him off. And even brushing off your efforts.
“Wow, was that your ultimate?” Dyrroth snickers, his hand resting lazily over the slight visible burn on his abdomen as if the damage you inflicted was nothing.
Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, annoyance burned within you. You hated it; you hated how he seems unfazed with your attacks. Sure, he was the enemy, but did he really have to find pleasure in annoying you? Couldn't he just move on after a quick fight?
“Oh, come on, don’t get so quiet now,” Dyrroth teased as he circled you with slow and taunting steps. “A lil' pathetic, I'd say. You need to try harder if you plan on actually hitting me."
Your grip tightened around your weapon. How was your suffering so enjoyable to him? You desperately needed a way to shut him up for good. But it was Dyrroth, after all—cocky, skilled, and so hard to take down.
And without even thinking, you shot back, “If I win this match, you have to leave me alone—no more taunting, no more of your games.”
Dyrroth’s eyes lit up with amusement as he easily dodged your next attack, smirking as if your frustration was just a joke to him. “Oh?” he chuckles, slowly stepping closely to you. “And what happens if I win?”
You huffed, regretting your proposed wager. His grin twisted as he noticed your hesitation, “If I win, you’ll be my little loyal servant for the next few matches.”
The thought of bowing to Dyrroth—obeying his orders—felt like fate worse than death, but at the same time, the idea of finally getting him off your back was just too tempting to pass up.
“Deal.” you huffed as pride swells in your chest. You couldn’t let him win. There was too much to lose now.
He'd poke at you—swift, quick attacks that you barely notice coming. He's just too skilled with his ability, too prideful. That you promised soon, you'd be able to take him down and finally guarantee victory. But right now, that vision was blurry.
He barely glanced over his shoulder as he felt your presence behind him. Ling didn't even flinch as your spell barely grazed his shoulder.
“Too slow,” he remarked with that annoyingly calm tone. He then flipped effortlessly off the stone, landing gracefully behind you with his blade pointed towards the ground as if your attacks weren't even worth acknowledging. You scoffed, he's mocking you.
You felt frustrated by every second with him. Ling was skilled when it came to mobility, making it impossible to pin him down. That every time you got close enough, he'd slip away as if smoke, and not giving you the satisfaction of landing a hit. It wasn't just his speed that annoys you—it was the way he never took you seriously.
“Hell, can you just stand still for once?” you snapped, turning to face him. “Or are you too scared to fight me head-on?”
He chuckled, “Why would I waste time standing still?” His tone wasn't malicious, but he sounded so unbothered. He leaped upward again, perching on another ledge.
“You talk about fighting me head-on,” Ling added with his back towards you. “Like you'd be able to catch up with me."
“I’ll catch up to you,” you echoed, gripping your weapon tighter. “And when I do, I'm going to make the most of it.”
Ling’s grin widened slightly, amused by your confidence. He rested his sword against his shoulder with his stance relaxed. “I’m looking forward to it, little bird.” Then, with a swift movement, he vanished again, leaving you standing there... alone with your thoughts.
Jealous Fredinn and Dy with a reader who is a sup and has been all time helping other people ( probably helped them but they are jealous af) and just take reader into a bush? //smut if um can pls! <3\\ ilv ur writing srs❥
notes: finally it's comin' out...it's been quite a long time💀, gn reader, sup reader, not fully smut, threesome
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You're probably one of the best supports next to Estes, with that it's normal for you to get team invitations everyday. Of course your beloved Abyss Prince wasn't really pleased with that, he was possessive over you..a lot. If that wasn't even enough he had to share you, with some man. Fredrinn was chill sharing you while Dyrroth was fuming at the mouth, in the end there was nothing he could do anyway.
"Why thank you darlin'. I wouldn't be able to defeat this enemy without your support~" Fredrinn wrapped his arm around your waist as he pulled you close to his chest and sneaked a kiss to your neck. Which made you feel butterflies in your stomach, Fredrinn chuckled at your reaction before softly pressing his lips onto yours softly. He was about to further until the Miya, team's marksman asked for assistance. Fredrinn clicked his to gue in annoyance but that quickly turned into a small smile. "She looks fine on her own, she has three fully built items right? Why don't you stay with me a little longer love?" You could only nod as Fredrinn let go off you after giving you get another kiss. He was never really showed his jealousy out but if he was tempted enough he'd pull you onto his lap and never let go off you for the rest of the day, after all he'd have great access to your neck, no?
Before you can go Fredrinn's hand sneaked into yours and squeezed it lightly, "Be safe around here yeah?" "y-you too!"
When you peeked from the mid lane's bush, it was empty. Probably Valir went to help Miya, you turned around to get a glance at the blue buff. The moment you enter the bush a pair of arms grabbed you and tugged you deeper in, the panic strike into you but the force was too strong to even resist. You eventually head-dived into someone's chest, it was no other than Dyrroth, a very frustrated one too. His eyes shone viciously in a deep blood red, not those wine red you knew.
"Finally" He snapped, almost biting like. His fingers digged into your arms as his mouth opened a little to reveal his sharp teeth, as if he's going to bite a chunk of you. "You remembered me, I nearly grew impatient." He rolled his eyes at you as his grip tightened at your slight struggling. "I-I was helping-" "That damn marksman can wait, most importantly I am-" A hand swiftly pulls you away from the demon's grip, almost too easily. You met with a bare chest, it did gave a refreshing contact. Fredrinn digs the tip of his sword into the ground and leans against it with a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You yell tell at our precious support? ..wonder how far you can fall oh dear prince." It was Fredrinn's game to tick off Dyrroth and he'd always fall for it if you're on the center that is. "That does not concern you, human." Dyrroth's growl like response could make anyone shake in fear but not Fredrinn, he was used to it by now. "As their lover, it concerns me very much." Fredrinn slightly bends down his head a little and raises your chin with his finger, his warm breath tickles your ear as his chest roses up and down against your back with every breath. "You're too rough with them..want your elder to show how to pleasure them best~?" Dyrroth just grumbled with a sour face whilst crossing his arms over his chest, his tail slowly swaying left and right with clear annoyance. His dick semi-hard inside his slit(listen, he doesn't wear pants he's a demon let's just imagine that he has a slit where his dick is comfortably staying there😒) from the actions earlier. Fredrinn's knee came to slowly apart yours and to lift you up a little as his hand slowly lifted your clothing up to expose your stomach. His hand sneaked inside to roam around your body which made you tingle all over with his warm breathing next to your ear. "Tch too slow, waste of time." Dyrroth walked over both of you and gripped your thighs, slightly pulling you just a tad bit closer.
"Looks like someone's a bit willing..."
"can't say I'm not.."
Fredrinn's teeth lightly grazed your neck as his hands made quick work if your below clothing and tossed them aside.
"Let's just finish it quickly.. can't wait any longer-"
then.. something hot..and wet against your thigh, your eyes met with Dyrroth as he hosted himself up against you, standing on his tiptoes(because damn fredrinn so tall what kind of milk did he drank), his hands still gripping your thighs as his red dick proudly up with some precum dripping from the tip. Dyrroth didn't wasted any time as he pushed his entire length into you, making both of you gasp out as Fredrinn only smirked and let you lean against his chest. Dyrroth stopped for a seconds in the mid way but continued to push with a hiss. It wasn't long before he began to abuse your hole, the not so little not pointy spikes on his dick roughly brushed your walls, it really did made you drool as it put a show to Fredrinn.
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"..It's been fifteen minutes and still no sight of them..did they got caught into an ambush?" Miya said as her eyes wandered to the bushes, her fingers tight on her bow. Xavier walked alongside the elf archer, "That's not possible, we just saw three heroes from the enemy team."
Miya sighed and shook her head, her eyes showed concern. "I could only hope that they're safe and sound."
Dyrroth, who can't seem to get enough of you, keeps begging you for more. nsfw, fem!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight dubcon, dyrroth is in a legal age here.
✩ featuring: dyrroth
“One more, love…” he hums in between your inner thighs. He had laid you on his bed, a heavy scent of lust hangs in the air. You both were at it for… let's say, the last few hours and he still refuses to stop and give you any break. Earlier, your little abyss prince was feeling a bit touchy and you entertained him for a bit, thinking he was just missing your warmth— but oh how you were so wrong.
His fingers, wet due to your past orgasms, deliciously curled inside your pussy as his tongue played with your abused clit, “Dy, b-baby– ah, p-please… I can't do it anymore!” You reach for one of his horns and he lets out one of the whorish moan you've heard from him as you try to pry him off of your sensitive cunt but he only harshly gripped your thighs that will surely leave a bruise tomorrow. He opened your legs further, denying you of your wish and you whine.
He continues and you could only take what his torture gives you. His face contorts as if focusing on finding that one spot in you, the squelches getting louder. He finds that spot in you and you instinctively try to grab his hair to pull him off, like before, he won't budge, “Stop it,” he groans on your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit, and you're left sobbing his name in hopes for him to stop. He continued to abuse that sweet spot in you with his fingers and you thrash in his hold but he keeps you down— stay put, don't make him repeat himself.
You started to feel that familiar coil on your lower abdomen, and he seemed to catch on it, “Come for me, princess.” He started to pick up his pace with his fingers making you gasp as his thumb focused on your clit. With one final stroke of his fingers, you shake uncontrollably and close your legs around his head, you moan and release on his fingers. He eased your legs to calm down as he lapped painfully slow on your slick and moan in delight.
Though he didn't stop there, no, he didn't release the grip on your thighs as his tongue still played with your clit, and you sobbed on being too sensitive from your last orgasms, “D-dyrroth hic please that's enough..!” He hummed again, and you cried helplessly at his question, “Princess… one more, please?”
