men who have no concept of how big they are. men who walk around with a third leg and have no idea what that entails. men who cock their heads like curious puppies when you tell them it won't fit. men who are using every ounce of strength not to instantly start moving once they manage getting the tip in. men who pause for a minute when they notice the bulge their cock leaves in your stomach, placing his hand over it and shuddering when he feels himself move inside of you. men who pout when his cum slips out so easily by how stretched out he left you, using his fingers to push it back in.
maybe he doesn't even have a pair of ears and tail to suffice—but that doesn't stop him from enjoying scratches all the same.
All it takes is the soft soothe of your hands to knock him right down a few notches. He could be feeling boastful or even snarky in his appeals that day, but you've learned that there's a little "reset button" tucked right behind his ears.
It's not a front he likes to show around their peers; in fact, it's quite embarrassing the way he gets. Protests melt right into rumbling mumbles when you comb your nails through his silky hair, and he turns into putty in your hold. When he's bold enough, he'll lean his nose right into the crook of your neck, expecting you to move your hands in that magical way.
His favorite is knowing his heavy weight—he'll sprawl himself right on top of you so you have no choice but to abide! He tucks his face into your chest, unable to comprehend any of your words with the way you're playing with his hair. You gently brush your fingers along and up the nape of his neck, and it sends warm tingles right down his spine.
It doesn't help that he's such a heavy sleeper; you may just be stuck for all eternity as long as he's practically drooling and snoring on top of you. Maybe, just maybe he will stir if he noticed that you've stopped.
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"Hold still beautiful, this cum ain't gonna clean itself." Sett kissed up your trembling thighs from behind. He'd just pulled out and you thought that was it for tonight. Apparently not, he has a few more things he would like to do before turning in.
You wiggled against his strong grip, breath coming out short and fast, still drooling and head spinning from how hard you came moments before. "I could clean up. I don't want to keep you up longer then I need to." Another low whine left your lips when Sett's fangs sunk into the soft flesh of your thighs, right at the right ass cheek. "Sett…"
He grinned, ear flicking against your skin as he mirrored the bite perfectly. His rough tongue licked upwards, all the way to your pussy and moaned when you bucked against him, "As far I can see there are still things to do. You know I never like to leave things half-way done. You serviced me so well with your pussy tonight, taking in all of my seed to be marked by me. But I'm afraid that's not good enough. I want my marks to be visible to everyone."
Everyone who ever met Sett knew he was unstoppable once he set his mind on a goal. Right now biting every inch of your thighs was that goal and he executed it with perfection, each bite carefully placed to make you squirm more. His fangs didn't break too much skin, he didn't want to hurt you, not tonight, you haven't asked him this time. If you had it would have been easier to leave marks on you.
"Your cunt looks lonely, empty like that. Need me to fill it again?" You sighed and nodded against the bed, the emptiness seemingly getting more distracting now that he's pointed it out.
"Don't make me want it again. It's late." That has never stopped him before but he has a big fight tomorrow. Sett always loved having sex before a big fight and showing you off to his defeated opponent afterwards, not only winning the fight but your affections once again. With his marks there will be quite a bit to look at.
Sett's bit your right ass cheek hard, smirking against the affected skin, "I'll do what I want. If anyone has a problem with they can talk with their fists. I want to fuck you again, turn you around and mark you all over your pretty body. Doesn't that sound like a good night to have?" It would be the best night to have.
You’re perched on his lap, naked except for a baby blue-star pendant choker adorning your neck, the same one you wore during your groups set earlier that night.
His phone is out. Camera open. And recording.
Your hips roll in slow, purposeful circles, your soaked pussy drenches the length of his thick cock.
“C’mon,” he grunts, the grip he has on your thigh tightening, the other steadying the camera. “Don’t tease. This is for me, remember?”
You rolled your eyes playfully, your glossed lips curling into a knowing smirk. You loved teasing Sett. You looked directly into the lens — right into his soul through the screen.
“I know,” you coo. “But I want you to miss me while you watch this.”
With that, finally, you grab the base of his cock, aligning him against your slick covered folds and sinking down on him in one smooth motion.
The First Position? Classic cowgirl, mirror behind him, your hands braced on his abs.
He films from below as you bounce on him, the camera held tightly and he watches on the screen the way your pussy practically swallows him back when you move up and down, your moaning breathy, and your tits bouncing in in his face.
“Goddamn,” Sett groans, turning the camera to get the mirror view. “You look like a fuckin’ porn star, babe.”
“You’re gonna cum just from watching this next week, huh?” you whisper to the camera. “Gonna jerk off in some hotel bed while I’m on stage with cameras in my face — and you’ve got me like this on yours.”
He groans. You moan louder.
Second Position: You’re manhandled, your face down, and ass up. He’s hitting it from the back with purpose
The phone is propped on the side table, perfectly capturing the back arching angle he has you in. He’s got both hands on your hips, fucking into you deep, and precise, the camera capturing exactly how long his length is thrusting out before slamming back in.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he mutters low, looking down as he watches his cock move in and out of your puffy cunt.
“You, Sett,” you pant. “It’s yours. Only yours.”
“Say it to the camera baby”
You look to he side — mouth open in an 'O' shape, and you can see how your makeup has slightly smudged.
“It’s Sett’s pussy,” you moan. “He owns it.”
He slaps your ass, and you let out a squeal. “Damn right I do.”
He leans more into the frame, hands no longer on your hips but bracing them on either side of your head as his pace quickens, the loud sound of his hips against your ass, the wet obscene plaps accompanied by your pornographic moans are heard throughout the room— and that’s the moment he’ll probably replay later. Over. And over. And over again.
Third Position: You’re on your back, one leg over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist. Camera in his hand now, inches from your face.
You’re shaking. Wrecked. Babbling.
“Look at you,” he mutters, zooming in slightly. “You came again, didn’t you?”
You nod through tears. “Y-Yeah.”
“And you’re still letting me fuck you like this? What kind of slut are you, baby?”
“Yours,” you whisper.
“Say it louder.”
“Yours, Sett. Your naughty slut—fuck—!”
Your orgasm hits again — harder this time, back arching off the mattress as you scream his name and claw at the sheets.
He groans, losing rhythm, thrusts getting sloppy.
“You gonna let me come in this tight little pussy?” he pants. “So I can see my cum leaking out of you every night on tour?”
“Please,” you sob. “Fill me up.”
Final Clip: Camera angle is over his shoulder, you’re seated in his lap again, cock still buried inside you.
You’re not riding him this time — just laying there, your back against his chest post-orgasm, cockwarming him while he strokes up and down your stomach, occasionally groping your breasts as you come down from your high.
“You hear that?” he whispers into the camera. “That’s her breathin’. That’s what she sounds like when she’s stuffed full of me.”
He pans down — recording your cum and slick covered thighs, the camera catching the slight bulge peaking through your stomach.
He kisses your sweaty temple.
“You better watch this every night you’re gone,” you murmur, dazed. “I want your cock in your hand when I’m on that stage.”
“Oh, baby,” he whispers with a grin. “I’ll be jerkin’ this cock to you on repeat. No fuckin’ doubt about that.”
You smile sweetly before turning your head to capture his lips in a kiss, his cock twitching inside of you.
He stops the recording and the video is put in his hidden folder.
heartsteel u don’t even know bruh i’ve been waiting for leaguers to find me…. need to write league porn NEED TO WRITE…. sett……
god…. he’s just so big….. you love watching him on stage. he truly lives up to his title “boss” everytime he performs. you don't really have an issue with the fangirls you hear from the front of the crowd, not when he's throwing you winks and cheeky kisses from every part of the stage. just meant for you, you couldn't help but giggle at each one, especially when you heard cries mixed between adoration and jealousy.
if only those fans knew how sett absolutely destroyed you backstage. holding you against the wall in his dressing room and still sweaty from the show, sett pounded his heavy cock in you at an unforgiving pace.
"how - ah, fuck! - do you have so much, ha-ah, energy?!" you gasped out, pretty nails paid for by sett raking down his muscled back. he only laughed, the sound breathless and sexy against your ear.
"d'ya really think, shit, that i can just end my night without tearin' this pretty pussy apart?" sett asked teasingly, pulling away to grin down at you with the cockiness of a popstar. he tilted his head as he admired your face, digging his hips deeper into you while cooing, "yeah, just like that. stop talkin' and just focus on fallin' apart, yeah?"
back arching off the wall, you lightly hit the heel of your hand against his back while gritting your teeth. "you're suck a - ha, god! - bastard!" you exclaimed, unable to control the pitch in your moans as he hit your g spot head on. your hand flew up to cover your mouth, but sett's strong grip pulled it away.
fangs inches away from your lips, sett grinned at you while he watched you utterly break for him. "nah. let 'em all hear. maybe if yone likes it, he'll, haah," he paused to moan, then leaned to your ear, "add you to the mixtape?"
something about the idea of sett tearing you apart being blasted for the world to see made your lip wobble. with a cry, you clutched onto him while he fucked you just right, his thrusts never ending while you shattered on his unforgiving cock. it was a miracle the wall behind you was even still standing with the way he was pounding you against it - and that stamina?
expect to be against that wall until alune has to force aphelios to drag you two out.
❈ Warnings: Only in Viego’s section (and maybe Jhin): unhealthy relationship dynamics.
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≫ Masterlist
≫ Kayn / Shen / Yone
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────≫ Aphelios
❈ Who fell first: You
❈Who fell harder: Aphelios
🌖Aphelios is far too focused on his mission to realize he might be in love, so you’ll have to endure the title of “just a friend” for a while.
🌖To him, the excessive concern for your safety comes from the fact that he doesn’t have many people in his inner circle: for years, it was only him and Alune (even if in the spirit realm) until you arrived — and once you did, the door closed.
🌖Ah, my dear. When this boy realizes that you matter to him more than his own life… rest assured, it will be a love of devotion.
🌖Perhaps the word love wouldn’t be the first to come to mind when naming what binds him to you, but loyalty is a word Aphelios understands — and lives — very well.
You may rest now, for this boy’s heart now rests only in yours.
🤎From the moment you set foot in those lands, you heard Sett’s name whispered through the village conversations. And even if his reputation frightened you just a little, it only took a few encounters between the two of you for your heart to start wanting more of that man — and for your body to give in even before you did.
🤎Sett is intense. Magnetic. Contagious. At the same time, serious. Protective. Irresistible.
Dangerously irresistible.
🤎And the moment he realizes the effect he has on you will be the exact moment you’re doomed: Sett doesn’t lose fights — including the ones of the heart.
So prepare yourself for subtle provocations and knowing winks — especially in public. Sett loves watching you falter when your feelings are nearly exposed, laid bare by him.
🤎But let’s make one thing very clear: “you fell harder” does not mean Sett fell less.
The moment this man decides, “She’s mine,” then you are his — and Sett will dive into the relationship body and soul. And fists, should anyone try to mess with you.
⛓️Sylas’s subconscious is already programmed not to trust, and nothing demands more trust than love. So even if everything is aligned for Sylas to fall first, you are the one who ends up forced to accept it: you were in love — but it felt as though he would never see you that way.
⛓️Until the first test of trust arrives, where you naturally act as yourself and prove to Sylas that you stand by his side and no one else’s.
Here, you earn the first opening.
Sylas will resist. He will fight it. He will try to push you away — all because he begins to want you more and more within his life, and that feels dangerously unsafe to him.
⛓️He is deeply afraid of losing you. And at first, he will walk a tightrope: nightmares of you stabbing him in the back haunt him. But you, with your steady love — and the opening he slowly allows you — begin to stabilize that ground for Sylas.
With perseverance and patience, you become the only person Sylas truly trusts — besides himself.
⛓️That is why, when you start sleeping together, Sylas holds you a little too tightly in his sleep, and is far from happy when you ask for a bit of space at night — more than one serious argument has started that way. Don’t push him away; it all runs deep, rooted in trauma, loss, and betrayal, and you have become far too precious for Sylas to allow himself to lose you.
👑Just like Jhin, all it took was for Viego’s gaze to fall upon you for him to decide: “It’s her.” But unlike the Ionian, the Ruined King’s obsession is rooted less in art and far more in trauma: Viego lost Isolde once — he will not lose you.
👑He does not see you as a replacement for Isolde. This new love reshapes his insatiable obsession: now, Viego’s endless pursuit becomes eternally you.
👑 Remember: the Ruination and the Mist have twisted his nature, so be prepared for greater intensity, closer watchfulness, deeper concern.
Remember: the Ruination and the Mist have twisted his nature, so be prepared for greater intensity, closer watchfulness, deeper concern.
👑 Viego does not know how to love with anything less than his entire being, however distorted. And everything he was denied in life, he will pour into your hands. Devotion, companionship, indulgence, affection… Whatever his queen asks of him, this man will not hesitate to give.
(Except, perhaps, separation. But that is a story for another headcanon.)
👑 Accept his love. Accept being his queen. Accept exclusivity — forever his. And you will have this man at your feet.
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