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could you possibly do arcane men and what kind of noises/expressions they make when they cum

arcane men + expressions & sounds when they cum + where they like to cum

cw: smut, plus!sized fem reader, lots of cum, porn audio (irl links) || [women ver.]

Vander: finishes in: inside or your mouth [visual] [visual]

A series of growls and grunts. He lets out a lot of heavy breathing, like he just can't keep up with how good he feels and his brain is partially-fried from all of the stimulation. He'll usually cum with a shout of your name, tearing off into the end with a bellowing growl.

Silco: finishes in: inside or your mouth [visual] [visual] [visual]

Fairly quiet, lots of heavy breathing and grunts. He'll whisper your name in low tones. Sharp inhales through his nose. His breathing will get deeper the closer he gets and the faster he fucks himself into you. If he's feeling particularly vulnerable, he may whine out your name or some form of sweet nickname as he fills you with his cum.

Viktor: finishes: inside, your mouth, your tits [visual] [visual]

He can feel pretty self conscious of the whines and moans he manages to make, he doesn't want to hide not when you make him feel so fucking good! The more relaxed he feels, the more noises he'll make. Especially with you on top of him, he'll all but beg for you to let him cum inside you or all over your body. Viktor loves watching his cum drip from your tits down onto your stomach, he may actually have some sort of undiscovered marking kink.

Jayce: finishes: anywhere he can, as long as its on you or in you [sound] [visual] [visual] [visual]

I don't care what Netflix says, Jayce is loud. He's a mixture of shifting whines into broken gasps, his voice sounds rough and scratchy like he's just run a marathon and it's teetering on voice-cracks and desperate moans. He's cried during sex before because it always feels so fucking good. He's gonna keep a tight grip on your thighs while fucking into you like the good little power bottom he is, all while singing your praises on how you're an actual goddess. Jayce nearly passes away every time you ask him to cum inside, his voice is impossibly high and squeaky when he finally shoots his load into your cunt, back arching and voice breaking.

Finn: finishes: anywhere [sound] [visual]

Please, gag him. He's so noisy. From the moment you sink his pierced cock into your cunt to the moment where he's rearranging your guts so hard you're seeing stars. Finn laughs almost drunkenly, crazed with the way your tits bounce. he drools and gropes at your breasts all while pounding into you like some unhinged beast. Sure his cock is gonna be red and raw tomorrow, he's still going to fuck you then too. You're his girl, you make him feel so good and he's gonna scream it so loud when he cums and he cums an almost ridiculous amount. You really must muzzle your hyena.

tang shen as the leader of the foot clan

Yoooo we got a glimpse of Slickjaws henchmen design! Finally. Damn so fancy. Looks like they borrowed some tattoos from early concept of Finn.

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arcane + receiving bjs

cw: smut, fem!plus sized reader, muzzling (finn's), touch-starved, virgin bjs (viktor)

Vander

Warm, calloused hands cup your cheeks the moment your tongue laps at the pearling bead of cum on his tip. His breathing is slow, thumbs smooth over the soft skin. His cock is very thick with swollen, round balls--he's not stupid, he knows he's big. He's in no rush for you to take him, he wants you to go at your own pace though he can't hide how he's very visibly throbbing and twitching as cum leaks from his tip, pooling down onto your waiting tongue.

The moment you actually, fully take him as far as you're able his body has tensed up. He's white-knuckling his worn-down chair with one hand while the other rakes through his short slicked-back hair. He hates how quickly you make him cum, he hasn't had the privilege of a girlfriend in a very long time much less a pretty mouth to empty his load down all the while cooing sweet praises.

"'Atta girl, take every last dop down that cute throat of yours. That's a good girl, my pretty girl. Did so fucking well, darl. Gonna make me cum again just by looking at ya. Open your mouth, let me see. Swallowed it all already? C'mere, darl, it's your turn."

Silco

Sucking him off or having him eat you out hadn't been a bridge you'd yet crossed in your relationship. You had both left your interactions as soft, quick kisses or lingering touches. You'd place your palm to his chest, leaning up to press a feather-light kiss to his scarred jawline tjat would leave him flustered. He would often hold you by your waist, a guiding hand on your elbow pulling you away from an unimportant conversation, or even secure his hand at your lower back.The want to please him in such a way had been there and one day, you decided to bite down your fear and go for it.

You approached him at his desk, where he mindlessly signed his signature on new contracts and fees for other buildings that he had now come to own. You say nothing as you crawl beneath his desk despite feeling his duo-eyes burn into your back. Your hand slides up his thigh, rubbing at his pelvic bone. "May I?" You ask softly. With a rather stunned expression, mouth slightly ajar Silco nods. You undo his zip with newfound confidence.

"Gods," Silco moans head falling back against his chair hips stuttering when you take him all the way back to your throat. It's so tight and hot and went, he can't think properly not when you suck him off so well. His hands pet your hair softly and he spares a glance at you and cums on the spot, your pretty siren-like eyes staring up at him in awe through your lashes. He moans out a grunt when you swallow around him, drinking down every drop before slowly pulling away and opening your mouth at him. He smirks. "What a naughty girl you are, dear. My precious darling. Thank you for that... Come, sit on top of the desk. Part those delicious thighs for me. I believe it is my turn to repay the favour."

Finn

"Since all you do is run your mouth, maybe this will help keep you quiet." You grin, procuring out a black muzzle. A silver bar runs through the center of it, something for him to bite down on. You fix the muzzle onto his, pearly white teeth bared down on the metal bar. His bright eyes are wild, narrowed and staring you down. The bare expanse of his tattooed chest is heaving and you haven't even touched where he needs you the most.

Heavy, large cock pressed tight to his previously loose-fitted pants. Precum stains the fabric, definitely knowing he's messy beneath and absolutely dripping with anticipation. Finn lets loose a shaky breath the moment you circle your finger along the curve of his cock before freeing him of his materialistic confines. His massive girth falls out thudding to his stomach, soaked with precum as expected.

Finn is not able to make much noise with the bar clenched between his teeth. Only able to communicate that things feel good through strained moans, broken off whines, and the stutter of his hips as he pushes more of his thick cock down your throat. He lives for the way he feels your mouth constrict around him and the soft choked gags you make when he thrusts too far. It doesn't take him long to cum with a strangled cry, whining meekly when you continue to suck to the point of overstimulation. You remove the muzzle from him, giggling at the way saliva coats the bar and clings to his lips. He looked positively fucked out already.

Viktor

I'm sorry, you want to what? He assures you he doesn't need that sort of stimulation, as erotic as though as it may be, he has work to do. Your solution? Suck him off in the lab of course! :] If he can't leave his work, you'll come to him.

He absolutely can't help but stare at you the moment you pull his achingly hard cock from his trousers. Your touch is warm and extremely gentle. He'll never admit he's often thought of this and to see your small hands wrapped around his long cock, the sight alone sends arousal pooling in his belly. Ropes of precum already sliding down his head to his shaft.

Your tongue feels absolutely delightful. Viktor can't possibly think about the Hexcore, not when you're sucking him off so diligently. You're all the way down on his length, nose tickling the soft auburn hairs at the base and your free hand is so tenderly stroking his braced leg. Every bob of your head makes your tits bounce beneath the white blouse you'd been gifted for your birthday. All Viktor can do is arch his hips forward and press his hand gently to the back of your head, encouraging you to keep sucking.

"Oh, dear, that is so good. Your mouth is so hot and wet. I'm going to cum soon. Will you swallow for me? You've taken me so well, I'm so grateful. You look delicious like this-- all for me. That's it, take me all the way. Oh, fuck, princess."

Jayce

Pretty dumb boy loses all train of thought the moment your pretty lips wrap around the head of his cock. Your breasts all but falling out of the cups of your bra, he can't help himself but to reach down and grab a handful and squeezes.

The slurping noises are so fucking obscene, Jayce is doing all he can to keep this image of you ingrained in his memory for future use. He's stroking your hair, no matter the length he's helping you hold it back by using his hands as a makeshift hairtie. He's doing little micro thrusts into your mouth, drunk on the way you take him deep in your throat. A few more strokes and he's cumming with a loud shout of your name.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. So fucking good, so fucking good." He's babbling, spit dribbling down his chin, his voice is embarrassingly high. Rolling his hips against your face, he takes to fucking himself into your mouth just a bit more til he's cumming hard. Your name graces his lips as he continues to pump his cum down your throat. His cock is twitching, burning with the raw bite of overstimulation gathering any cum that spills out on his thumb and pushing it back into your mouth. "Good fucking girl, my pretty baby. C'mere, c'mere gimme a kiss. Want your mouth on mine, fuck."

Today I bring you the most forgotten mother of the Arcane

I love you, Renni. I wish you killed Jayce

"Vi was the real Jinx" "No Hextech was the real Jinx" "No Jayce and Viktor were the Jinx for creating Hextech"

Arcane fans are all so fucking stupid and y'all deserve this stupid ass show. If this show had even a modicum of intelligence its thesis statement would have been that institutional oppression enacted by Piltover against Zaun was the real jinx and rot of show, finally giving rise to a monster coming to Jinx them back and be the reckoning for all their sins. Instead they give us that fuckass idiotic episode 7 that attempts to pin all the blame on Hextech and pretends like the horrible conditions of Zaun and cruelty of Piltover didn't already exist long before Jayce and Viktor cranked that damn crystal. Not only that, they go and martyr Vi which just gave the lowest bottom of the barrel members of this fandom a chance to accuse her of being the "real" jinx. This show is unserious garbage and its moronic fans deserve it.

I have forgotten to share what I’ve been up to lately…

I lost my gt for half an hour by making the bed (it was under the blanket and I accidentally sat on it afterwards btw) but I had an urge to do fanart. And I did it with a mouse, kinda neat I think

I headcanon Finn has a Piltie wife and a baby daughter; a failed cringey attempt at political marriage. By hc I mean I already have oces but not yet ready to show them.

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