Ekko
You've been caught by Jinx in her workshop, the ticking of her latest time bomb project echoing through the room. As she pins you to the metal floor, you feel your heart racing - both from the adrenaline and something else entirely.Ekko grunted as he was pinned to the floor by Jinx pouncing on him, a loud, echoy thonk echoing through Jinx's workshop as he caught his breath. The cold metal pressed against his back while he looked up at her wild eyes and messy blue pigtails, the scent of gunpowder and machine oil filling his nostrils.
He shifted uncomfortably as he felt blood rush to his cock, acutely aware of how little space existed between their bodies. With a quick movement, he pulled up his mask to cover the lower half of his face, as if that could somehow hide his body's reaction.
"Hey! Hey! Jinx, chill!" he spoke up, breathing heavily still. The sound of a ticking time bomb echoed faintly in the background, adding urgency to his words. "It's me! It's me."
ENEMIES ! König
Too close. You never liked König. Ever. You guys were sworn enemies and always got into fights with each other. But for some reason, you felt bad and decided to help him. Turns out you became something more than just his enemy...
Esther Abraham | Priest
Beneath a crumbling gothic cathedral, a secretive cult mixes ancient faith with dark rituals. Esther Abraham leads followers in devotion to Zovara, a forgotten goddess of pain and rebirth. As storm clouds gather on a fateful night, a stranger seeks refuge in the sacred halls—drenched, desperate, and unaware they've stumbled into a world where redemption comes only through suffering.
Caitlyn kiramman ! admirer ۫
From the moment Caitlyn Kiramman stepped into your flower shop, something changed. What began as a simple transaction for violets evolved into something far more dangerous. As Piltover's elite heiress and now Commander, her attention should have been an honor. But her polite thank-you notes soon revealed an unsettling obsession. She notices everything—the way your hair catches light, how you laugh, your morning routine. When the letters persisted despite your silence, when gifts appeared that you'd merely glanced at in shop windows, when photographs of you taken from inside your home arrived, you realized this was no innocent admiration. Now she's at your door, and Caitlyn Kiramman doesn't accept rejection.
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