#x summoner

[vewyscawywriting]

Quality Slime

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Zac x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 2409

Tags: Cowgirl position, pussy eating

Summary: You have a headache and your body feels like shit. Zac offers to help you relax.

A headache that spanned days plagued you. Not only that, your body felt sore and shitty too. You suppose after feeling powerful and on top of the world for a while it was now your time to feel bad, but you did not enjoy it in the slightest. You tried to find Xerath for another hit of energy, but the being was nowhere to be found, so you went back to dealing with it yourself. Which sucked. 

You tried your hand at summoning once in a while, staying around the Institute only occasionally when your headache wasn't too bad, but you rather stayed at home or in bed. It came to a point where you were barely around, and the Champions were starting to take note of your absence. 

It was one day when you were just hanging around your room in the Summoner building once again when your headache hit you just a little worse out of nowhere. A groan left your mouth, signalling to others to either stay away or annoy you worse, but thankfully no one picked the latter option.

Someone did approach you though, and you cracked open an eye as you laid on your back with your arm slung across your face. The sound of them trotting over was strange, a weird, wet kind of sound, and you were both surprised and not when you realized it was Zac that had come over to you.

"Are you all right, Summoner?" he asked, politely, and you groaned back.

"Not really," was your reply, closing your eyes again, though seeing Zac's squishy face all concerned was a sight for sore eyes. "I have a terrible headache and all my muscles hurt. Maybe I'll go back, get some rest or something." You were not going to summon a champion like this, it would suck for both of you, so it was better to leave.

Zac hummed thoughtfully. He didn't want you to leave, not again. You were barely around in the first place, and to be fair... he didn't like it when you were gone. Maybe there was something he could do to help you? He asked, and you removed your arm from your face, tired eyes looking up at him, as your dishevelled hair hung in your face. Without thinking he removed a strand, and placed it gently behind an ear, making you first flinch at the sudden sight of a large, see through hand in your face, before leaning into it when you realized how cool he was. 

He held his hand there for a second before removing it, waiting for your answer.

"Summoner?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Is there something I can do to help you? I would love to be of assistance if you need me." He didn't just love to be, he needed to be of assistance. He felt other's emotions deeply, so deeply in fact that seeing you hurt and upset made him hurt and upset in return.

To you it was sweet, honestly, and hearing those kind things come from the large, intimidating slime creature that was Zac was always a little surprising to you. You supposed you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Zac was always very gentle if he could help it. 

"Your hands are very cool," you muttered, "Can you put them on my forehead for a second? Your touch felt really nice just now." 

The moment he did, placing one large hand on your burning forehead you groaned with appreciation, instantly feeling much better. You didn't even have to tell Zac, because he felt it through you, and a large smile grew on his face. Without further asking, he took matters into his own hands, gently pulling you up, sitting down and putting you on top of him. If just his hand on your forehead felt that good, who knew how nice it would feel for you to touch all of his cool body. 

A surprised yelp came from you, but the moment you were put on top of Zac's soft chest you sank down into it like it was a mattress of the highest quality. And the coolness on your skin- it was amazing. You weren't gonna leave this man (being?) for the rest of the day. Meanwhile Zac soaked up your positive emotions, enjoying you touching him as much as you enjoyed him touching you and he sighed. 

"Thank you," you mumbled, cuddling closer to him, and he tightened his arms around you in return. "This really helps."

Zac smiled wider, making sure his body was as soft and cool as it could be, feeling you sink down into the hug with a satisfied groan. He did good, you were feeling much better, and now so was he.

You lay there for an hour, maybe more, just enjoying the coolness, before your headache slowly reared it's ugly head again. It was fun, it did you good, but you wanted to get back home now. Unless Zac magically had an ability to take the pain from you, you were going to go home and take some painkillers. He felt your unease instantly, and his large hand started stroking your back in a soothing manner. Well, despite your pain he made it hard for you to leave. 

His name left your mouth in a sigh, and he looked down at you. You looked tired and hurt, but it wasn't something he could fix. It was just your muscles aching, your head throbbing. He wasn't able to reach those parts. But he could just rub your skin, making you feel as comfortable as possible. And it was working. He rubbed your skin, over your clothes, realizing the coolness of his body was probably helping you better under your clothes, and so he carefully put his hands under your clothes, rubbing your back and purring at you softly as you groaned both in pleasure and pain. 

Oh he was quite forward, wasn't he? Your mind was starting to drift to less innocent places you could be touched, and you realized with sudden clarity what the best cure for your headache was- before you quickly tried to undo those thoughts. Zac was being so sweet, just helping you, and once again all you could think about was sex. What was wrong with you-?

His cool hands travelled a little too low on your stomach and you couldn't catch the moan that left you quite in time. You expected him to flinch back, but he didn't, and you pretended the sound you made just now didn't happen as he slowly continued to massage you all over, cooling your skin as your insides were heating up.

"That felt good," he said almost in a purr, and you would have fallen off him if it wasn't for him holding you tight. "This is making you feel better, right?" His hand went back to your lower stomach, a little lower than before, and started rubbing in circles. "I can feel your emotions, but I also feel resistance. If you want me to stop I will-"

"No, please continue!" you blurted out before you could think about it. Well this was the best you felt in days, and Zac didn't seem opposed to touching you in ways that made you feel good, so who were you to stop him? "It's helping a lot, thank you."

He hummed, a happy sound, and continued zealously. You realized you'd started slowly rubbing yourself against him, and you instantly stilled your hips... for only a second, because his ministrations felt so good; you couldn't help yourself from slightly bucking and rubbing your core against him. He was still cool, soft against you, and you enjoyed yourself immensely. 

"You don't have to stop," Zac murmured, "Feels good for me too."

Oh, well then. You intensified your rutting, rubbing yourself against him just right as he cooed and purred in your ear how good it felt and how happy he was for you to feel better. Slowly you felt an orgasm building, and you started rubbing your hands against yourself over your jeans. Zac noticed and softly removed your hands, taking over himself as he noticed how warm and slightly damp you were.

"Oh?" he muttered, and pulled you up to sit on his chest, inspecting you and slowly pulling your jeans down. "Well, what's this?" there was a prominent wet patch on your panties, and you groaned both in embarrassment and need, trying shyly to hide it from him, but he seemed more interested than anything. "You're quite wet down here, huh?" A finger came up to slide over the front of the fabric covering you just barely and you shivered. Biting your lip as you tried not to start bucking against him aggressively. 

His mouth opened and his tongue peeked out as he pawed at you, enjoying your sounds and the way he felt through you. Most of the time him feeling everyone's emotions felt more like a curse than a blessing, but right now all he felt was bliss. He wanted to touch you more and more, chasing the feeling to the end. You were intoxicating to him, and he was itching to taste you, tongue peeking out further at his registering of the notion. 

"Zac, I-" you mewled, losing your battle to not rub yourself raw against him, chasing release as he grabbed your hips with one large hand, moving your body on top of him, closer to his face. 

"I want to... If you don't want me to, just say it, but-" Zac pulled at your panties, pulling you up to drag both your jeans and panties off your legs, putting you back down on his face while you gasped and did a full body shiver at realizing what he was doing. A very long, green tongue lolled out, reaching for your lower lips that quivered at his first touch. 

"Shit-" you hissed, grabbing his smooth head and pushing down on him. You were so close to release and Zac did not seem to mind you fucking his face as he made groaning and slurping sounds, his hands on your hips to steady you while he ate you out with gusto. The tongue reached further inside you than you'd thought possible, and you felt your walls constrict around the muscle.

You tumbled over the edge with a high keen of his name, pushing yourself down on him hard as he licked up your release with a low hum. 

Slowly he lifted you off his face, licking his glistening lips as he chuckled. "Felt good."

It sure the fuck did. As a matter of fact, your entire body felt good; your headache long forgotten. Slowly you leaned back, looking over your shoulder cheekily to check if Zac needed something taken care off as well, but he was smooth as always. His body seemed to throb under you quite like a heartbeat though, and he wasn't as cool as before. 

"That really felt good," you replied, "Thank you." Your hands rubbed down his chest, and Zac groaned. 

"It doesn't feel done," he almost whined, and you smiled at him, moving your body back to his crotch. He was so stretchy, you were sure he could make himself a dick if he wanted to. To your surprise he seemed to grasp your idea quickly, something poking you as you gyrated on top of him for stimulation. It was warmer than he'd been before, but still cool, and extremely smooth as you leaned back to line him up with you. You were still covered in slick, so taking him was fairly easy, especially since it almost felt like he morphed to your body shape, filling you perfectly. There was a stretch, but it felt satisfying, and he filled you in such a way it felt like he was made for you.

You hummed as Zac's attention was on where your bodies merged, his lower body rutting up for more friction. You started a deep rhythm, letting yourself practically fall on top of him with each bounce, almost losing your strength as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time. His hands once again came down to hold your hips as he sat up slightly, strong arms moving you on top of him as he bucked up to keep up with your pace. His pleasure rippled through him and mingled with what he felt from you, almost drowning him in the feeling of you. The thought that you were both on the couch in the living room was all but forgotten at this point; the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the open space as well as the sounds of your moaning mingling. 

Your legs were shaking, and you were glad Zac had taken over, manhandling your body as if you weighed nothing. He kept telling you how nice you felt, and how he was sure to help you feel better since he was feeling you feel better already, and you hurled towards an orgasm with blinding speed. A yell tumbled out of your mouth as you fell down on top of Zac's chest with your orgasm, and you felt him come as well, a strange globby substance entering you and almost pushing you over the edge again. 

The only sounds were the throbbing your heartbeat in your ears and your gasped breathing, trying to calm down after such a workout. 

"Almost lost myself there," he said, and you felt the substance dribble out of you, merging with his body again. It was weird, and it felt even stranger, but you couldn't help but moan at the feeling against your overstimulated walls. "That was amazing. And it helped so well against your hurts and aches!"

You moved your head, kissing him on the chest that was once again cool and still, and then looked up at him. You wanted to thank him again, but the blissed out look on his face told you he got more out of it than he'd expected himself. 

"If you ever feel bad again," he started, sounding a little shy as he softly pushed your face back in his chest in a loose embrace, his hands back to stroking your head and back. "You can always come to me, y/n!"

That was an offer you'd remember in the future for sure, and you yawned as your body finally felt nice and blissful again. The fatigue feeling natural and welcomed this time as you slowly dozed off in his cool embrace. 

[pokemagines]

by any other name. (lif x summoner)

a/n: the people asked for h*rny lif. the people will get h*rny lif !!! uhh very vanilla spice as always... lif cries -- mod touko

   The palace at night is the only time that the place seemed still, most of the heroes having retired to their own private dorms. A few stragglers were left awake, most of them in the library reading as if to calm themselves down before turning in for the night. Lif was one of those few -- though he didn’t remain to read, but because he followed this routine every night, making sure those he held dearest wouldn’t be attacked late at night. Despite the relative safety of the Askran palace, he could never ditch the paranoia that seemed to haunt most of his waking thoughts. If he lost any of you again, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to live through that pain.

   Part of the horrors of being undead was realizing he really didn’t need sleep. He could, but it wasn’t necessary for him to live. Sometimes he found himself sleeping just because there was nothing else to do, but mostly because the Summoner was so insistent on him getting rest. He found it mostly a blessing, however, because it allowed him to stay up and patrol the grounds. Besides, when he did sleep, he had horrible nightmares, though he would never burden anyone with that information.

   Rounding past your room again, he’s tempted to peak in and see if you were actually awake. You had a tendency to stay up later than most, plotting out maps and reading books on battle strategy to better prepare the army for the days to come. It reminded him so much of his own Summoner, who he often had to carry back to their room after they would pass out asleep in one of the hallways. A sad smile grows on his face, but he doesn’t open the door, instead turning back around to do another once-over of the castle grounds.

   A creaking of a door opening stops him in his tracks. “Lif? What are you doing out here?” He could never forget that voice.

   “I’m on patrol,” he mutters, turning to face you. If he had a heart, he’s sure it’d flutter wildly in his chest at seeing you in your nightgown, eyes droopy and cheeks flushed from just having woken up. “Go back to bed.”

   “Only if you do.” You cross your arms over your chest, “even if you don’t need sleep to live, it’ll still be good for you! C’mon.” You hold your hand out, waiting for him to stalk over and take it.

   “No, I will go back to my room, if you insist.” Lif turns his head away from you, “it would be improper if--”. You roll your eyes, striding over to him and grabbing his hand, pulling on him lightly. 

   “I’m not going to force you but… you’re my S-Support, it’s okay if you rest in my room.” Lif lets you tug him along.

   “I-I’m your what?” 

   “Don’t worry about it!”

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   The door shuts behind the two of you, Lif standing awkwardly to the side, not knowing what to do with himself. It’s not that he had never been in your room before, he had, but at night time there were much different implications. 

   “Sorry, it’s kind of messy,” he hadn’t even noticed, focused mainly on watching you, but now that he looks around he can see the books scattered around, notes you had taken messily sticking out of the pages. Lif holds back a laugh, this was too like his Summoner.

   His Summoner… No, he needed to stop comparing you to them. It wasn’t fair to you or them, the you here was the person he loved, the person he would protect with his life.

   You notice that he’s spacing out, so you pipe up: “You can rest with me if you’d like to, otherwise I can sleep on the floor… I do it most nights anyway.” You mutter the last part under your breath so Lif doesn’t hear. “What’ll it be?”

   “I…” For once he isn’t certain. Sleeping in the same bed as you is no doubt what he wanted, your touch is something that he longs for. Your hand had brushed up against his chest once on accident and he hadn’t been able to get the feeling out of his head for days. He had been too much of a coward to ask for more, and you were accepting of his boundaries. “I would like to… rest with you.” 

   You look shocked, but the look quickly shifts to a happy smile, heart skipping a beat as he accepts your proposal. “R-right! Well first you should take off your coat and all that armor… I think I have some of Alfie’s spare clothes in here you can borrow…”. Lif shakes his head.

   “You don’t want to see me like that,” his eyes narrow, “I’m a monster.”

   “That’s not true at all, I don’t care what you look like.” You stand up to start rooting through your drawers, intent on finding the clothes Alfonse let you wear that one time, “Ah! Here you go, they might be a little small but… they should do.” Lif takes them into his hands, blinking down at them.

   “I’m fine with sleeping in my armor.” He states simply, setting the clothes down on the dresser. He shrugs off his belt and leans his sword on the wall. His cape comes off next, it stopping its radiation once it leaves his body. 

   “Are you sure it’s comfortable? I mean, you’re still wearing your mask and boots. At least take those off.” Lif hesitates again, the thought of you seeing more of him concerned him. Surely you would think him frightening and run away.

   ...No that wasn’t right. You cared about him. Truly. But was that love enough to accept him despite how utterly horrifying he looked? Now was a time as ever to find out.

   “Damn you,” he mutters under his breath, and you creep closer. “If you want to see the creature I have become, then so be it.” He leans down, allowing you to touch his mask. He finds himself leaning into your touch, despite not being able to feel your hands. He wondered if they would be as warm as he remembered. 

   Slowly, you pull it up and off his face, the blue steam it radiated increasing as you set it beside his cape. He looks at you, unblinking trying to desperately read your emotions. This time he doesn’t wait for you to say a word, instead pulling your hands up to his face so he could feel your touch against his skin.

   “You’re beautiful, Lif,” you laugh, stroking his face tenderly. The bottom half of his face was made of the same clear blue jelly most of the rest of his body was made of. You wondered if he could feel you, but the way he closes his eyes and nuzzles into your hand you assume he could. It didn’t feel like normal human skin, instead it felt cold and squishy, but still very firm. It wasn’t cold in the way a human would be, more like you could feel the warmth leave your own hand and transfer into him. “I-I…”.

   His eyes widen disbelief, and he stares you down as if searching for the truth in your eyes. Your eyes convey nothing but sincerity, and he finds himself unable to deal with the truth that he longs to voice to you day after day. He loves you. 

   Unable to hold himself back anymore, he pulls you in by the waist, lips pressing against your desperately, as if all the affection he’s held back for years is trying to be conveyed at once. It’s messy, you can tell he has no experience, but he still manages to be gentle, like some part of him is still holding something back. You quickly reciprocate, holding your hands on the side of his cheeks.

   As quickly as the kiss starts, it ends once again, “I-I’m sorry,” he pushes himself off of you, “I shouldn’t have--”.

   “It’s okay, Lif.” You grab his hand. 

   “But it’s not,” he counters, “you shouldn’t be with me, I’m a failure… I shouldn’t even be here. You… You belong with Alfonse.”

   “You are Alfonse,” you frown, “Can I not love you both? We’ve talked about this before and--”.

   “I let you die, [name].” His red eyes shine, holding back tears, “I don’t deserve this. I’m going to leave. Goodnight.”

   “Do I not get a say in this?” You raise your voice, releasing him from his grasp. “Lif, do you think I would be with anyone that I thought was a failure? You can’t keep pushing yourself away from me, it’s only going to make things worse.” He lets you step closer to him, not backing up this time.

   “You’re too kind for your own good,” he huffs, “you should hate me.”

   “I’m not the one who died,” you grab his hand, putting it on your side. “I’m alive. So is Sharena. You’ve protected me countless times in battle, that should count for something.” Lif shakes his head. “The only thing that matters is that I love you. I don’t care about what you’ve done, I will love you no matter what.”

   Lif can’t believe the words that leave your mouth. No one should treat him like this, and yet here you are, your hand stroking his cheek like he was a fragile object. He feels a sob rise in his throat, and closes his eyes. He didn’t think it was possible for him to cry, but he’s proven wrong when a tear rolls down his cheek. 

   You pull his face down into your neck, letting him cry into you. Your arms envelop his body, bringing him over to your bed where you could much easier reach him. He sits down beside you, pulling you into his lap where he could hold you, feel that you were real in his arms and not some hallucination his mind had dreamed up. 

   “You… you are much too good to me,” he sniffles, “I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I deserve you but… Perhaps I will allow myself to be selfish.”

   “And I’ll be here to remind you everyday that you do deserve this.” You kiss his cheek sweetly, “that you deserve love.” 

   “You are foolish,” he chuckles, arms holding onto your hips, steadying you in place. He leans down to plant a sweeter kiss to your lips, you melting into him slowly. His lips are so cold you feel a shiver run down your spine. 

   He traces his hands down your back, as if unsure what to do next. Instead, he allows you to take the lead, you pushing yourself up against him, your chest is touching his own. You run your hands through his hair, marveling at how soft it was. It makes you giggle.

   “What do you find so funny?” His cheeks seem to flush a light shade of blue.

   “I didn’t expect your hair to be so soft,” you kiss him on the cheek once again, “you’ll have to let me wash it sometime.” 

   With a grumble from Lif, his lips are back on yours, passionate and open-mouthed, and you feel his tongue meet your own. The inside of his mouth is much colder than the outside, and it makes you shiver against him once again. His grip tightens on your waist.

   “...Don’t do that again,” he says it as if a warning, voice low and breathy against your cheek.

   “Why not?” You blink at him innocently.

   “I don’t know if I can… control myself,” he whispers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

   “I’m tougher than I look, you know. I’m more worried if you can handle me!” Lif smiles a truly amused smile, locking his lips with yours once again. You were sure you looked thoroughly kissed by now, with swollen lips and lust-clouded eyes. You wanted him. “Can I…?” It’s a silent question, as you point at the armor on his neck. 

   “Leave it.” He gently moves you off his lap, letting you lie down on the bed. “You do not want to see the rest of me…”.

   “Líf,” you coo, stroking his cheek, “I do, I won’t force you to show yourself to me but… no matter what you look like, I want you.” His eyes widen, an indiscernible emotion flickering through them. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek. 

   “Thank you,” he kisses your neck gently, “I...I don’t know what I’m doing, so… tell me what you want me to do.” His cheeks flush blue. 

   “I want you to touch me,” you link your hand with his. As if magic (and surely, it was), his clawed gauntlets retract, revealing his hands. For a moment, they seem to glow blue like his mask does, before the fog settles down and reveal that they look much like the rest of him — clear and blue. He’s gentle as he places them on your exposed legs, unsure of what to do. 

   “Your skin is so soft,” his raspy voice is gentle as he rubs his hands on your thighs. Every where he touches, goosebumps form, and you shiver once again. They were so cold, but not unpleasantly so. “And warm… I…” he is unable to finish his sentence. You lean up to kiss his cheek:

   “You can touch me in other places, you know,” you pull your sheer nightgown over your head and off your body, leaving you in nothing but underwear and socks. Líf’s eyes widen, blue blush darkening as he looks over your body, committing it to memory. Many times had he imagined this moment, back in his Askr, and occasionally in his own room here. It always led him to feel insanely guilty, like he was defiling you somehow, but seeing you here? His dreams and fantasies pale in comparison. He could look at you like this for the rest of his life and be satisfied. 

   “More beautiful than I could have ever…” he kisses your lips hard, moving down to your throat. His hands move up to your sides, gently pulling you closer to his body.

   “I love you, Líf,” his kisses grow more fervent, cold and sloppy as they trail down your sternum and to your chest. He squeezes your breasts lightly, wondering what he should do next. It was a bit overwhelming, he hadn’t touched human skin since… well, since he had been transformed by Hel. And never had he touched someone so intimately like this, it makes his unbeating heart flutter. It didn’t help that you had just admitted you loved him, he wanted to hear you say it again and again. 

   His lips meet your nipple, and he closes his eyes, sucking on it gently. You gasp, back arching a bit and Lif takes this as a sign to continue, his hand working at your other breast, always taking extra caution to be gentle. His eyes flicker up to you, momentarily stopping. He wanted to savor every look, every bit of praise that you would give him, but you seem to have other plans, tugging at his hair gently and moving his mouth over to your other breast. He moans against you as you tug his hair sharply, a soft gasp of his name leaving your lips.

   You feel his hands wander lower, mouth still occupied by your chest. “Can I...?” His voice rumbles against your skin. You tug at his hair, making him look up at you so he can see you nodding. With the silent affirmation, he slips his fingers underneath. He hesitates for a moment, not really knowing what to do now that he was here. It would be far too embarrassing for him to ask, and so he figures he can find out by listening to you. With his free hand, he pulls your panties up and off of you, throwing them on the ground. You spread you legs, eyes hiding a coyness behind them and goddess above does he feel himself grow weak. By now, his erection was painful against his plated armor, but he suppresses his want. His only priority was pleasing you.

   The moment his cold fingers meet your wetness, you bite your lip. It was like a sensation you had never felt before, but it felt good. His fingers explore you, trying to find where to touch to make you the most happy. When he brushes up against your clit, you whine out his name, and Lif’s eyes look at you hungrily. He needed to hear it again, so he rubs at it experimentally, your legs clamping around his arm. 

   “Lif, Lif...” You whine pathetically as he increases the speed of his thumb. It wasn’t enough for him, he wanted you to be louder. He feels how wet you were, all this just for him, and he slowly pushes a finger inside of you. Curiously, he moves it in and out, gauging your reactions the whole time. “D-don’t tease me, you can add another.” You tug at his hair again as if goading him on. He obeys, adding another finger and scissoring it inside you. 

   You’re loud as you call out his name, no doubt alerting your neighbors Anna and Sharena as to what is happening in your room. At this point, you’re far too gone to care, moans and praise leaving your lips in a long string of hazy babble. You feel heat start to build in your stomach, muscles tightening as his thumb rubs at your clit at the same time he works his fingers in and out of you. He picks up the pace, grinding himself against your thigh as you gasp out a loud mention of his name, head thrown back as your orgasm washes over you.

   Your body feels numb, everything slowly coming back down as he continues to thrust his fingers lazily into you, you push his hand back, insistent on helping him reach his peak now. You wanted him inside you, wanted him to fill you up and call him yours. 

   “Lif, can you...?” Rolling him off of you, you tug at the armor just above his hips. “I want you inside me.” You straddle his lap, and Lif shakes his head.

   “It’s alright,” he kisses you sweetly, “I can take care of myself.”

   “But I want you,” you brush his long hair out of his face, “won’t you let me see you? Please?” Lif doesn’t know why he acted as if he could ever resist you. Once your words sink in, the armor from the waist down starts to disappear. You let out a gasp, from the looks of it, it seems that his whole body from his nose down was completely made out of the thick jello. Getting nervous under your gaze, he tilts you chin back up to look at him.

   “Even now... do I not frighten you?” He whispers, “I am not even close to being human.”

   “No, I still find you beautiful,” you smile, giving his dick a few strokes. Lif bites down on your shoulder to keep from gasping. He had never felt so alive. 

   Slowly, you sink down on him. Lif can already feel himself so close, your walls impossibly tight around him. He rasps out your name quietly, his hands finding their way to your hips. 

   You set a slow pace, his dick a bit thicker than you were used to. Alfonse was longer, but Lif was definitely thicker. Your nails dig into the armor on his back, it was too much too soon, the high of your previous orgasm still washing over you. 

   “Alfonse,” you cry out, and Lif’s eyes open to meet yours. For a moment, you think he’s mad at you, but when his hips start snapping up to meet yours, you know you’ve set something off in him.

   “S-say it again,” he says through gritted teeth, trying to hold out for just a bit longer. 

   “Alfonse,” you say it louder this time, grinding your hips down against his. Lif cums with a shudder, holding your hips down so he could fill you up all the way. He wasn’t sure if he was even fertile, but even the thought of you being with his child was enough to make his head spin. He spends himself, and then gives another few weak thrusts, before pulling himself out of you, you both falling into the bed. Lif watches the way his clear blue cum spills out of you with a flush on his cheeks.

   His summons his armor back everywhere except for his hands, as he still wanted to feel your soft skin. 

   “Thank you,” Lif is the first one to break the silence after a long moment of basking in the afterglow, your head resting against his chest. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t feel like a normal human, his chest was firm but squishy, perfect for sleeping on. “I-I love you...”. 

   It’s then he realizes that you’ve fallen asleep already and lets out a chuckle. You were so impossibly cute that he couldn’t wake you. He places a kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes himself.

   For the first night in a long, long time, he dreams a peaceful dream.

[emotionaldepravity]

the emotional anon from the other day here! Would it be fine to ask for some hcs of Walhart and his s/o stuck in a cabin because they were snowed in? I kept thinking about snow after that one cute story you did.

-Walhart made sure that there was plenty of firewood the day before just in case this would happen. 

-Occasionally he would check how the snow was falling and to see how tall the snow was outside.

-He’d also be the one to check the fire and keep it burning.

-Don’t forget to remind him to take a break and let you help!!! Just because he tries to do it all doesn’t mean he should. You might have to be a bit forceful with him so that he will listen ;3.

-He might let you cook without too much trouble. 

-If you get really cold, he will snuggle with you and not let you go. Even if you say you are okay, he won’t let you go till he is satisfied with your condition. 

-If the snowstorm lasts so long that you run low on rations, he’d let you have more food than him. If you try to convince him to have some of yours he’ll refuse. He thinks its okay for him to be self sacrificing for you, but you can’t return the favor. Its not fair!! Don’t let him act like that!! 

-As for passing the time, when he isn’t trying to make sure the cabin doesn’t cave in, he probably just want to hold you. Nothing in the world means more to him than just being with you, and at least for a while, that’s all he need to focus on. 

[vewyscawywriting]

Scythes and Kisses WIP

Wip for the new chapter of league of legends x reader, which is gonna be Kayn x f!summoner!reader x Rhaast...

Suddenly Kayn shuddered, the corruption on the side of his face crawling over his skin, left eye glowing ominously down at you. He groaned, arching downwards, but he managed to hold himself up above you with his uncorrupted arm. His corrupted arm shivered and twitched, claws flexing around your hips. 

"Are you all right, Kayn?" you asked, a little concerned, but also so full of him. 

"Yess, give me... a second," he hissed out, as if that convinced you of his 'all-right-ness'. "Shut up, Rhaast, let me do this and shut the fuck up."

Oh, he was having an internal battle with the Darkin. It happened from time to time, especially when you two (or was it three?) were having sex it seemed, but usually it only took a little bit of persuasion from Kayn for Rhaast to quiet down, enjoying the feeling from inside of his host. This time, however, Rhaast didn't feel like backing down, and Kayn's corrupted hand tightened around your hipbone, talons digging into your skin. 

"Little human whore," Kayn grated out in Rhaast voice and you startled, tightening around his dick that was still throbbing inside of you, "... Rhaast, fuck. off." was added in Kayn's own voice, and you couldn't help but let out a sound of pleasure. "She's mine."

[pokemagines]

feh villains + playing animal crossing with summoner

anon asked: “In celebration of doom eternal coming out today (as of writing this) how about some headcanons of the summoner building a town from the ground up with 2-3 heroes considered villains due to circumstances of your choice (the heroes, not the circumstances)”

a/n: UM I ASSUME THIS IS AN ANIMAL CROSSING MEME BC ..... i know nothing about doom but !!! i took this as summoner helping the villains out w animal crossing i’m sorry if that’s not what u wanted sdkjfdjkf IM WAITIN FOR MY COPY TO ARRIVE. i must see phil that is my Boy

berkut:

he’s the most interested in it at first, looking over your shoulder at you playing with your switch in the corner at a war meeting. despite always being interested in tactics, he finds himself unable to look away from the game, meeting ignored as he silently judges how many bugs you’re scaring away on accident.

he loves playing co-op with you, trying to find the items that would be the most helpful. prone to hitting you over and over with a net if you don’t put furniture in the place he wants it to be -- overall pretty much a control freak when it comes to making an island together.     + “I HAVE ACQUIRED DURIAN, SUMMONER, IS THIS TO YOUR LIKING?”      “yes, thank you very much berkut.”

not big on designing, but if you find a furniture item he will tell you exactly where it needs to go. hoards money and will not pay off debts ever. he doesn’t think he owes “that damned crook rodent” any money, anyways. only buys the most expensive clothes and shows them off to you at every given opportunity.

his favorite villagers are the cats, but specifically punchy. 

michalis:

it would take a few times to get michalis to even think about playing the game with you, him brushing you off whenever you ask him to sit down and check it out. he’s not interested in leisurely activities like that, until he sees you and maria playing it together.

he’d join you the next time you ask, grumbling the whole time and watching over your shoulder. doesn’t understand the mechanics, really, so when you play co-op with him he just follows you around and copies everything you do. 

finds himself enjoying small things like cutting down trees (”why can i not kill people with this axe?” “that’s not how this game works”), gathering fruit, and fishing. he looks so goofy with the tiny switch controller in his hand, but you don’t comment on it.

his favorite villagers are the rabbits, especially bunnie. not that he would tell anyone that because that would be mortifying.

lif:

doesn’t really get the appeal, but it makes you really happy so he’s keen to learn. is content with watching, but if you ask him to play co-op with you, it’s not like he’s going to say no.

a very slow learner, takes him weeks to learn to not just run up on bugs, you have to approach slowly to catch them. when he finally gets one he walks up to your villager all proud and showing it off to you. praise him please he wants to make you happy. 

tirelessly gathers fruit and fish to sell to help you upgrade your house. the museum might be completely empty but at least you have the biggest house! 

his favorite villagers are the penguins! they are cute and remind him of you... he has a soft spot for roald and aurora.

[pokemagines]

breaking. (líf x reader)

a/n: no one asked for this i know but kjdhsjkd GOD am i really feeling this one,,, i luv one (1) blueberry boy --mod touko

   askr’s castle grounds at night are the closest thing that one could get to peace during the time of war. even the most rowdiest of heroes seemed to wind down as the night breeze started to blow in, the stars painting themselves in the sky. you loved the nighttime more than anything; all of your duties were done for the day and you could sit out and marvel at the stars.

   more often than not, though, you would doze off, the hard work of the day finally catching up to you.

   despite usually being a light sleeper (something you weren’t until you came to askr), líf’s footsteps are almost silent as he watches you from afar. the scene before him is familiar, in his world he would always find you asleep after reading against the same tree. 

   when you were alive that is.

   he didn’t mean to come here, he had told himself he wouldn’t come close to this askr’s version of you, and yet as if unconsciously, his feet led him here. perhaps some of his old softness was still there after all, much as he hated to admit it. 

    líf was going to leave, seeing you once made all the feelings he had repressed for so long bubble back up to the surface. but it wasn’t enough, your face was hooded by your cloak, and he longed for the real thing. your soft lips, delicate face, sparkling eyes -- now they were just memory, one that slipped farther away with each day. maybe seeing your face yet again could set him back on track to do what he needed to do. for his sister, for his kingdom, for you.

   again, he feels himself moving forward despite everything in him screaming to stop. the closer he gets the more he feels dread well up in his chest. his hand reaches out to your hood and pulls it off your face. líf smiles under his mask, you were so much more beautiful than he remembered. your soft features only made more beautiful by the bright, glowing moon hanging above. 

   he can’t help but brush your face with the pads of his fingers, making sure he doesn’t scratch you with his gloves. you let out a soft exhale, eyes fluttering open at feeling the soft touch from your lover. 

   “...alfonse?” you coo softly, until you realize that it’s not alfonse but líf looking down at you, his cold, red eyes staring at you almost in shock. as soon as he realizes that you’re awake he turns to leave quickly, but before he can, your voice cuts through him. “wait!”

   he shouldn’t have overstepped. he shouldn’t be here. he was being too selfish.

   “líf, please, wait!” again, you beg him to stay. had it been anyone else, he would’ve been gone by now. but your voice stops him in his tracks, and for a second he hesitates. “i-i’ve been meaning to ask you this... are you really alfonse?”

   líf is silent.

   “you don’t have to tell me, i know the answer.” you step closer, and líf steps back on instinct. “might i see for myself?” again, he doesn’t answer. “can i...?” you motion to his mask and he stills, eyes darting away. he knows he shouldn’t be here, but once you put your hands on his cheeks, he’s done for. he nods slowly, letting you take off his mask. there’s no mistaking it once his whole face is in view. it’s alfonse, his face a little more grey and sad-looking, but it was him. you tear up, wondering what could have made the prince this way, you can’t imagine your boyfriend looking as miserable as the man before you did. you set his mask down, hands going to feel his face.

   “i can’t believe it.” you rub your thumbs against his cheeks, his cold skin meeting your warm hands. your touch was addicting, and he wants more, but he is quick to restrain himself. “what happened to you?” 

   “i lost everything,” his rough voice answers, letting you continue to stroke his face. “i lost you.”

   “i can’t imagine what you’ve lost... the pain you had to endure in your world but...” you pull him down to lean your forehead against his, “i’m here for you now. whatever it is you need... i’m here.” lif hesitates for a moment as you throw your arms around him in an embrace, but once your words wash over him he shatters, crumbling into your arms and letting out all the emotion he had held in for so long. he pulls you closer to his cold, glowing body with his strong arms. he needs more of your warmth, craves it -- it reminds him so much of his version of you. 

   his forehead rests against yours as he silently sobs, your hand running up along his chest. it was an odd feeling, firm but squishy, and it seemed to suck the warmth out of you. you wonder if he can feel you. after a few quiet moments, líf pulls himself back slowly, this time he leans down to kiss you on the forehead sweetly, eyes closed as he prays silently for the first time in a long time for your safety. 

   “i have to go,” he says abruptly, seeing the light of a torch in the distance. líf knows who it was, because he knows himself. he would always come looking for you. the prince bends down to scoop his mask off the ground, and he attaches it back over his mouth.

   “please, take care of yourself.” you call after him as he turns to leave. 

   “no, you stay alive. for m... for alfonse. i beg of you.” his eyes flit away for a second to the figure in the distance, and then he adds, “i know how much he cares for you, so please.” 

[pokemagines]

julius, seliph, ares, leif, & saias + smoochin’

anon asked: “Seeing that there are some spots open for FEH headcanons... How about Julius, Seliph, Ares, Leif and Saias making out (not n//sfw) with a touch starved s/o?”

a/n: ive never written for any of these boys before so i hope this is okay !!! ;-; give ur local jugdral boys a smooch they need love too !!! --mod touko

julius:

if we’re talking possessed julius, his kisses are much softer than you’d expect. almost as if you’re reaching the part of him that’s still left in there. he likes to pull you into his chest and kiss you deeply, using one hand to run through your hair. his eyes are much more cold when he lets you go, you notice.

unpossessed julius is always super gentle with you. before he instigates anything, he always asks “can i kiss you?” with a gentle smile on his face. how could you say no to that? he often follows your pace, if you want to deepen the kiss, he will only after you pull him in for more. your happiness is of the upmost importance to him.

he just loves being close to you, most of all. julius likes to kiss all over your face after your done making out because he loves to hear you laugh and tell him playfully to cut it out. might pinch your cheeks if he thinks you’re being too cute. he knows he doesn’t deserve you at all but... he can’t help but feel selfish from time to time.

seliph:

poor seliph is a little bit touch-starved, so every kiss from you is like heaven to him! because of this, even the lightest of kisses you give him, he’ll often pull you in for more. he’d apologize when he sees your flushed face, but you just shake your head and say that it’s fine, you just weren’t expecting him to be so... forward.

really loves it when you pull him closer when you’re kissing. seliph loves the feeling of being needed, and having physical confirmation (even with something as small as that) makes him handsy. he wants you to feel as loved as you make him feel, and he sees no better way to do so than to touch you all over. 

honestly he could kiss you for hours if given the time. he’ll often just pull you into his lap, wrap his arms around you and kiss you sweetly and softly. oftentimes though, he’ll pull back and say something embarrassing about how cute you look or how much he loves you, before getting flustered at his own words.

ares:

he would never actually ask to kiss you because he tries to act like he’s above those things, but when he sees you smiling across the room he’s gripping his thigh so hard because god are you cute! he quickly shoves away his ego and grabs your hand and takes you somewhere... private.

ares was kind of a bad kisser when you both first got together -- too aggressive and way too much tongue (you don’t have the heart to tell him though), but he’s learning! he likes to leave marks on you when you two are making out, usually low on your neck so others can’t see, but that he only knows are there. it gives him a sense of satisfaction knowing that you’re his alone.

like said earlier, his kisses can be pretty aggressive, so he might end up pushing you against a wall so he can have more of you. likes to hold your wrists out beside you, if they’re not in his hair. if they are, giving his hair a sharp tug is all you need to get him to make sounds, but he might warn you to not do it again, lest he lose control of himself. 

leif:

he doesn’t have a problem with kissing you, he’ll do it pretty much anytime he sees you. but you kissing him? error leif.exe has crashed. he is really bad at receiving affection, and any and all praise turns him to mush. 

because of this, you taking the reigns is super easy, because leif is so cute when he’s flustered you can’t get enough of it. he’s actually pretty noisy when he kisses you, making a lot of soft sighs and gasps, sometimes even saying your name when kiss him in the right spot.

he’s always gentle when he kisses you, because he loves you so much he doesn’t want to ever hurt you, even on accident. often, he’ll just scoop you up when you two are making out so that he can feel your heartbeat against his chest. 

saias:

is smooching a holy man like saias a sin? probably. but he’s such a good kisser the point is really moot. he’s more for quicker kisses -- on the forehead, cheek, nose; anything more than that and he’ll make a remark on how you’re starting to get spoiled. but he can quickly be persuaded if you pester him enough, he could never deny you, after all.

probably will tease you a bit, but his kisses are so loving. he likes to hold your face, hands not roaming too much unless you start it. he’ll pull your hands up to his mouth and give them both a kiss (looking up at you while he does it), before starting to kiss you slowly once again. as a master tactician he knows just how to make you crumble.

because he doesn’t often get time to spend alone with you, he makes each moment last. because of this he can kiss you for hours, only able to pry himself off of you when he realizes it’s night and that it’s not appropriate to be in your room.... unless you invite him in there of course.

[pokemagines]

alfonse, hríd, henry, & aversa + a homesick s/o

@deathrotting asked: “yknow sometimes i think about how cool it'd be to become a summoner! but at the same time, i imagine that i'd get kind of homesick, or something of the sort. so im wondering about Alphonse (Alfonse? h I forgot how it's spelled..), Hríd, Henry, & Aversa and their s/o who misses home. (hopefully that's not too many chars dhsusnshddb,,,thank you so much in advance! 🐀)”

a/n: im in kentucky rn touring colleges to tranfer to!!! my service was rlly bad at one point but now i’ll have wifi. at least for a little while uwu --mod touko

alfonse: 

he’s never been away from askr for too long, so it’s hard for him to understand what you’re feeling. he tries to imagine what it’d be like without sharena and anna but he can’t because he’s never had to be without them, so he instead resigns himself to being at your side and supporting you as best he can.

alfonse is such a good listener, when he hears you talk about how homesick you are, he’ll pull you into his arms and let you cry it out, stroking your hair and giving you soft kisses. 

he knows you can’t go back to your home, so instead he does his best to make askr your new home! if there’s anything that you need or that reminds you of your old place, he picks it up for you as a surprise. no expense is spared to see you happy again.

hríd:

he knows what it’s like to lose one’s home, he too was separated from his homeland -- one that was now destroyed. his experiences help you feel like you’re not alone (and help reassure him that he’s not either).

because he knows what homesickness feels like, he’d hate that you’re feeling that way. he’d ask you what your home was like, how your family was, etc., so that he’d know more about your home life.

hríd would try and cook you some of the dishes that you’ve described having in your world because he knows food is an easy way to connect. unfortunately, he’s a really bad chef, but with you helping him, you two have a lot of fun (even with a questionable end product).

henry:

as someone who had a horrible home life, he doesn’t really grasp how you could miss yours. because of this, he might come off a little callous as he reassures you to just forget that old place and focus on moving on.

but, if you’re seriously upset about it, he’ll definitely help you out. his methods are more “take your mind off of things” because he isn’t able to offer much advice! 

he’d take you out and let you do whatever -- if that means staying in and cuddling he’s down, if it means summoning the dead, well, he’s a bit too excited for that but anything to make you happy!

aversa:

she’s had a bad home life as well, plegia was not kind to her, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss it. when she feels homesick, she comes to you because she knows you can easily sympathize with her.

the two of you mainly just sit cuddled up and laugh together as you tell stories of your friends and family, reminiscing on the good (and bad) times. it makes it seem less distant when you have someone to talk to about your experiences -- like the memories won’t go away because they’re shared with someone else.

if you needed another way to take your mind off of things she’s more than willing, kissing you until the longing goes away -- at least for now.