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carcarcraziiv2 · 4 months

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I have a request ❤️ i crave anything 18+ with jealous aphelios 🙏 like him getting all jealous because kayn is flirting with you and he can’t stand it

Omg this is so exciting! I LOVE JEALOUS MEN FUUUU- and lowkey? Phel is TOTALLY the jealous type. Anyway, here you go :3

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TW- Jealousy, possessiveness, fucking FLOOF, a lil violence, sex :3, kind of public? (they can def hear). ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK YOU HEATHENS I FEKKIN LOVE YOU<3

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It was a good day, so far. Waking up next Aphelios always made you happy, cuddling up next to him. His hooded eyes staring at you seductively, making your stomach clench as soon as you look at him. He always woke up first, and the private moments in the morning were usually the only times you would hear his voice.

He often sang little tunes to you, waking you up from your slumber. It was like the world's best alarm clock, soothing tones caressing your ears.

"Good morning, Phel," You smiled, stretching your neck to give him a kiss. He smiled back, then rubbed his nose against yours. You buried your face in his neck, peppering little kisses that made him release sweet little groans that you knew meant he was about to lose his mind.

His hands traveled around, exploring the curves of your body, tracing fingertips across sensitive skin. You shivered under his touch, silently begging him for more.

Unfortunately, even though your body yearned for him, the two of you had things to do today. Aphelios had a recording session at the studio with the guys, and as always you were his plus one.

The two of you got ready in tandem; brushing your teeth, showering and dressing. You helped Phel pick out an outfit, and he did the same for you. Along the way, you shared soft caresses and little pecks on the cheek or lips. It was both of your way of showing that you loved each other.

Eventually you made it to the recording studio. Phel opened the car door for you, and grabbed your hand as you walked toward the building.

"So, any new songs today or just the usual?" You pondered, looking at Aphelios for an answer. Him being mute meant a lot of the small talk between the two of you consisted of your voice and him nodding or shaking his head. In response to your question, he shook his head 'no', meaning no new song today.

"Gotcha. Are you still excited though?" He smiled and nodded, and you couldn't help but smile back at the way his dark pink eyes crinkled at the corners and his soft blue hair flitted about his face. Gods, he was perfect.

Once inside, the two of you separated. Aphelios, Yone and K'Sante went into a side office to discuss the lyrics to the song (that was already out??). According to Phel, he had a LOT of criticisms about it and wanted to in his words, "beg to change it".

You'd pay to see that.

None the less, you were stuck with Kayn because Sett and Ezreal weren't even there yet. Consistently late roommates, you liked to call them.

For a while the two of you sat in silence, looking at your phones. You couldn't help but feel Kayn's piercing gaze on you every now and again, and as time went on you got a little more and a little more agitated.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer Kayn," you snap, giving him a 'what do you want' look. He raises his brow and smirks.

"If you insist," Kayn reaches angles his phone upward, seemingly preparing to take a picture. You scoff in response.

"Stop, you weirdo!" Getting up you run over to him, trying to snatch his phone. While your arm is reaching toward it, he grips your wrist tight. "Let go of me, dude." You say, ceasing to reach for his phone and looking at him with disdain. It's not that you dislike Kayn, necessarily, but you could always tell there was some tension between him and Aphelios. You weren't sure what happened between the two of them, but you were sure there was something.

"I just can't help but stare at a person as attractive as you," he begins to pull you closer, and you struggle a bit before ripping your wrist out of his grasp.

"This, whatever this is, is never going to happen Kayn. Drop it," your voice quivers because even though you know none of them would harm you, you still feel a little nervous.

"I understand, but no harm in a little flirting, right?" He smiles, standing so that you are nearly chest to chest. You glare at him, standing your ground.

"I swear to the Gods, I'm about to-"

Suddenly you hear the door to the room open, and you're swiftly moved before you see Aphelios essentially fly at Kayn, throwing one swift punch to his face.

You gasp in shock- you had never seen Aphelios get violent much less get actually angry before. Sure, he has his sassy moments and his mood swings, but he's never been so... carnal about it. You were almost frightened by his aura itself, although you could never truly be afraid of Phel.

"Phel it's okay, don't worry about it," You try and reassure him, and he whips his head giving you a look that clearly reads 'let me handle this'. You step away, observing the conflict.

"What the fuck, man?" Kayn says, and Aphelios gestures toward you dramatically, shaking his head at his friend who is still getting up off of the floor. Before Yone can come break everything up, Aphelios turns around abruptly and grabs your bicep, dragging you out of the studio and back to the car.

The drive home is quiet, as per usual, but the tension is thick in the air.

"I think you may have overreacted a little bit," you said as soon as the two of you stepped out of your car and headed toward your apartment. "I had the situation under control, Phel."

He didn't respond, keeping his eyes forward and stomping inside. You rolled your eyes; he was clearly still upset. You followed him around the apartment for a few minutes trying to bait a response from him. As soon as you reached the living room, he turned around abruptly and stared at your face, anger still apparent in his eyes and his furrowed brows.

He pulled out his phone and wrote:

I don't want you coming if Kayn is going to be there anymore.

"What, why? Because of that?" You hardly had any patience left today, and his anger was rubbing off on you. You took a deep breath and sighed in resignation when he didn't break his stare. "Fine, fine. I like coming though... What if I just stuck with you?"

He cleared his previous message, typing fast and then showing it to you.

Fine, but if he pulls some shit next time, I am going to make sure he doesn't walk out of the gods damned studio.

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The next few days went quickly, and before you knew it another session came up. Everything was fine until Kayn showed up, and the tension in the air became thick like mud.

"Ok can we just not today guys? Come on," Sett crossed his big arms and leaned against the doorframe after following Kayn inside and seeing the reaction from Aphelios. Kayn stood ominously in the middle of the room, staring Phel down. Talk about a pissing contest.

You let out a dramatic sigh, which unfortunately snatched Kayn's attention from Phel to you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his lips spread into a cheshire grin.

"Oh, if it isn't the lovely Y/N," He murmurs, walking towards you. You can feel Aphelios tense up next to you, and before Kayn reaches even a foot forward Phel shoots off the couch, basically throws you over his shoulder (the mans jacked, what can I say) and drags you into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.

He released you, letting your feet gently touch the ground before whipping you around so that you faced the wall. You didn't have a chance to speak before he was ripping your pants down your legs, reaching around you and caressing your front.

"Phel what are you- ah!" you whimpered at his movements, subconsciously thrusting your hips into his hand. You felt his breath on your neck as he leaned in and nibbled your ear. Letting out a little moan, you could hear his breathing become heavier as his own arousal came to the forefront.

You tried to turn around to face him, but he moved his hand that was already touching you to your stomach, pressing you flush against his torso. Leaning your head back, Aphelios snaked his other hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head slightly and slamming his lips onto yours. He groaned when you opened immediately, letting his tongue find yours as they danced within your kiss. His sounds made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you nudged your ass backward to rub against his clothed erection.

"Phel we shouldn't, they're right outside..." you managed to break away from his mouth for a moment, but seeing his hooded gaze and blown pupils you knew that wouldn't matter to him. In fact...

That's when it clicked- He wanted them to hear you. He wanted them, Kayn specifically, to know what was happening in here and know who was doing it.

Actually... the idea didn't really displease you. To be honest, it kind of added to the excitement.

Before you knew it, you were pushed back into the wall and could hear the signature zip of his fly opening. You bit your lip in anticipation, and when you felt the tip of his cock entering you, you couldn't help but release a little, "Fuuuuuck".

You titled your head to peak back at him, and watched his face, brows turned down in concentration- focusing on his teasing at your entrance. He pushed in and out, in and out, forever teasing with just the tip and you gasped as he threw his head back, putting his sexy neck and adams apple on display.

He thrusted fully into you then, and you moaned in ecstasy. You knew it was loud, and habitually placed a palm over your mouth. Phel reached up in front of you, grasping your hand and pulling it away from your mouth. When you looked at him, eyes watering from the feeling of his slow thrusting, he shook his head 'no', slowly- telling you exactly what you had assumed. He does want them to hear.

As he continued, you knew he was close. His movements becoming jerky, little grunts and moans slipping out of his slightly open mouth. The thrusts were nearly tipping you over as well, and when he reached around to play with your front again you lost it- moaning, "Fuck- Aphelios!," loudly as you came. He didn't stop, only speeding up and gripping your hips as he let out a whimper, slamming into you hard as he found his release.

For a moment, the two of you stayed there. His cock stuffed deep inside you, you could feel it pulse ever so slightly as he shuddered and let out a ragged breath with a few slow rolls of his hips.

After he pulled out, you looked at him. He was flush, a fleck of sweat dripping down his face. You reached up to wipe it away, then caressed his cheek with your hand. You couldn't help but smirk and give him a look. He leaned down and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips in response as he zipped his pants back up.

You reached down and pulled up your own, looking up at him as you slowly stood back up. He was biting his lip and letting out deep breaths- surely, he couldn't want to do it again already right?

Even if he did, there was a room of people on the other side who- to your dismay- heard everything. You weren't opposed to it in the moment but Gods, you were in the damn moment! Now you had to face them all.

You decided to take the leap and led the way out of the bathroom, Aphelios close on your tail. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, but you noticed Kayn was gone.

"Kayn went into the recording room," Sett smirked looking up from his phone. He slapped Aphelios on the back as he approached. "Damn, Phel, didn't know ya had it in you!"

Ezreal nearly spit out his drink, K'Sante giggled and Yone looked at him like he was going to kill him.

Phel looked at you, your face pale, and shrugged with a small smile on his lips.

Well, shit. At least you- and Aphelios- knew that things were going to be a little different when you were around his bandmates.

#Heartsteel Aphelios x Reader #Heartsteel x Reader #Heartsteel #League of Legends x Reader #Aphelios x Reader #18+#18+ mdni #mdni

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olisephart · 2 months

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Short ezkayn comic loosely inspired by the song "Figure you out" by VOÍLA. God they live rent free in my brain.

Details on the backstory and the comic under the cut <3

Starting pre-relationship, heartsteel is established. Ezreal and Kayn have been heavily flirting (maybe even friends w benefits) for months already, but always danced around actually saying anything. Both are too prideful to make the first step, because it's one thing to flirt or (want to) hook up and a whole other thing to admit you have actual romantic feelings for your friend/band member/prank partner.

After an Incident (whatever it was) that made Ezreal uncomfortably aware that he's In Love, he tries to distance himself from their usual flirtatious banter and starts publicly dating/fooling around with another guy; to distract himself from Kayn, to prove to himself he doesn't need Kayn, and though he wouldn't admit it, to make Kayn jealous.

Predictably, Kayn does get jealous but holds his tongue for a surprisingly long time, since voicing his jealousy risks showing his feelings go deeper than physical. Still, he can only take so many obviously staged pictures of Ezreal Definitely being Super Happy and Not At All Faking it with another guy before he confronts him. He swallows his pride and corners Ez, which is where the comic starts.

I didn't feel like writing dialogue, so here's the gist of what I was envisioning. Kayn confronts Ezreal, telling him to drop the sharade with the other guy. It's Obvious he's not genuine with it, the guy bought him (insert thing that Kayn Knows Ez doesn't like as much as another thing; ice cream flavour, flowers, what have you) which Ez would usually scoff at. Because it's Kayn, he can't help but tease with smth like "Just admit you like me and spare us this performance".

Ezreal, defensive, starts denying everything Kayn said, insisting he's dating the guy for real and bc he likes him, and Kayn's ego is just too big etc etc. Unfortunately for him tho, he's been missing Kayn a whole lot, so having grabbed Kayn's wrist, he can't help himself but caress it with his thumb. He stops himself the moment the realized, but Kayn noticed as well and takes that as the sign he needs that Ez is full of shit.

He pins Ezreal's hand above his head and starts teasing him in earnest. Listing all the little tics he noticed about Ezreal, embarrassing things he likes that no one outside of Heartsteel (or maybe even just Kayn, since he's paying extra close attention to Ezreal) ever gets to see, how easy it is to get him hot and bothered and how cute he is when he's flustered like this. He keeps going until Ezreal, overwhelmed with this barrage of confusing emotions (Kayn is paying attention to him, he remembers what he likes and dislikes, he just confirmed all his teasing are On Purpose to fluster him-), decides to bring it back to familiar ground. He grabs his jacket, pulls him close and tells him to shut up.

If they have hooked up before, Kayn knows what comes after he says "make me" - the kiss is expected but simultaneously way more emotionally charged than ever before, because they have essentially both admitted their feelings. Post comic, they make out/hook up and then confirm it in actual words. They like each other, theyre going to be exclusive (bc I love them being possesive over each other)

If they haven't hooked up before: Ezreal would usually find a comical way to shut Kayn up once he says "make me" - be that smothering him with a nearby couch pillow, pulling the leash on his stage outfit, etc. Kayn feels the electricity between them but this hasn't happened before. He leans in and says "make me", but he leaves the ball in Ez's court. Once Ez grabs the back of his head to pull him closer, Kayn shifts his other hand to hold onto his waist in turn.

#ezkayn #kaynez #ezreal lymere #shieda kayn #Heartsteel #League of legends #Fanart #Olisephart #My art

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clefaiiiry · 3 months

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i love every part of you

hello yosante shippers i am but a mortal making a humble offering. mind the tags.

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Yone can’t sleep.

That in of itself is not abnormal, there was a reason Sett joked her blood was ninety percent caffeine at this point, but usually once she was actually in bed it wouldn’t take that long to drift off. Especially with K’Sante’s warm body against hers.

When she finally gets sick of staring at the red LED glare of the alarm clock, she carefully, very carefully, shuffles out from under the covers, and makes her way to the en suite without a sound.

The sudden light makes her flinch, taking a second to adjust. Her toes are cold against the tile as she splashes her face in the sink and sighs. Yone meets her own gaze in the mirror and is struck by how exhausted she looks. She almost looks sickly, eyes dark and skin pasty. Alune had done her makeup earlier and some stubborn mascara still clung to her lashes. Her hair is greasy, several days overdue for a wash, the dirt under her nails becoming rather dire. But there’s more to it than that.

She’s much too tall, her cheekbones are too angular, shoulders are too wide. She frankly looks ridiculous in these pyjamas. They’d been a gift from Ezreal shortly after making the announcement to her bandmates. Kayn said they made her look like a granny, but Ezreal had been so damn pleased with himself that she couldn’t possibly decline.

She wonders if her bandmates- friends had ever been just as awkward as she feels. She didn’t even know about Aphelios until she overheard Sett lecturing him for wearing his binder for too long. He seems so casual about the whole thing, something that feels so unnatural for her.

Yone turns the light off before she can stare at herself any longer.

Her side of the bed is cold when she returns, shuffling closer to press herself against K’Sante’s back. If it were anyone else she probably would have gotten away with it, but he’d had always been a light sleeper. He mumbles, tilting his head back.

“Yone?”

“Shush, go back to sleep,” she murmurs against him.

But her voice wavers, tensing as he rolls over to face her.

K’Sante’s arms curl around her, pulling her against his chest. “Are you alright?” he asks, still muddied and thick.

“I’m fine, sorry to wake you,” she says, managing to remain level till the very end this time. Even so, it isn’t enough to convince him, he knows her well enough by now.

“Talk to me?” A question, quiet and not even expecting an answer.

“It’s foolish, really.”

“Hey, it isn’t if it has you so worked up.”

Yone exhales deeply, and looks him in the eye. Even in the dark, she can see the way his brows furrow, the set of his jaw. There’s a tension in her chest, one that just keeps building even with his soft touches.

“I don’t know-” Her breath hitches. “-how you can stand the sight of me.”

For a brief moment, she swears she sees his heart shatter. K’Sante crushes her against him, pressing a kiss to her head. “Oh, no Yone.”

His voice is enough to utterly decimate her defences and wheezes out a sob, tears escaping despite her best efforts. She buries her face into his warm, firm chest, clinging to his back as though he might vanish. K’Sante strokes her hair, still presses kisses to her head.

“You’ve always been the most beautiful person I know,” he says, wholehearted and sweet.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she chuckles, but the sound is choked and awkward in her throat.

K’Sante’s laugh is certainly her favourite sound. “It’s done me well so far.”

The quiet between them is comfortable, only disturbed by the distant sound of Kayn and Ezreal squabbling in the living room. They’re muffled enough that she can’t quite hear whatever they’re arguing about, but it’s probably something stupid. Why on earth are they up at such an hour anyway? Yone supposes she shouldn’t judge.

She prods at K’Sante’s chest until he lets her pull away and sit up. Her face feels puffy, her eyes are sore. “I’m such a mess,” she says, raspy.

K’Sante smiles as he rocks up beside her. “Aren’t we all?”

That eases some of the tension from her shoulders and she flops into his side with a deep, low sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise.”

“You’re much too good to me.”

That gives him pause for a moment, but he swiftly recovers. “You deserve the world, and my only regret is I can’t give it to you.”

Yone stares at him, mouth slightly agape. She looks away. “You’ll make me cry again.”

“I mean it.”

K’Sante takes her hands in his. She’s not small by any means, something that nags at her heels everyday, but it’s a comfort to see the difference in size between them so blatantly on display. She meets his eyes again and sees they’re shining.

“You’re allowed to love every part of me, why can’t I love every part of you?”

Oh.

Yone surges forward and kisses him, melting into him with a weak, desperate sound. K’Sante meets her, tilting his head for a better angle, sighing against her lips. It’s a messy thing, but she treasures it all the same. He cups her jaw in both hands and kisses her, slow and deep. She’s held with nothing less than pure reverence, as though she were a holy relic. It makes her dizzy, drawing out an embarrassing little whine.

When they pull back, a string of spit lingers between their lips until she swipes it away.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, breathless.

She hesitates for a moment too long and he almost pulls away, but she takes his hand again. “Okay, but- can you leave the lights off, please?”

K’Sante’s eyes are so sincere, she feels her heart ready to burst. “Of course.”

He does go slow, much slower than he ever has. It reminds her of their first night together, like he was terrified she might break. He shifts, adjusting their position so she’s below him, pressing a knee between her legs. She shudders at the sensation, rolling her hips against him

One hand ghosts down her jaw, trailing her throat, even lower until it finds her pyjama shirt. He plays with the fabric for a brief respite until she closes her hand around his.

“You can take them off,” she says before he can ask. K’Sante obliges, pressing another kiss to her chin as he works. K’Sante only sleeps in his briefs so they’re easily dealt with, and tossed with her pyjamas into the corner to be recovered in the morning.

Yone can’t bring herself to look down at her flat chest, even when K’Sante eases his hands over her breasts with an appreciative hum. He ducks his head, peppering kisses along her collarbone, up the curve of her throat. She stifles a giggle as his beard tickles her sensitive skin and she feels him smile against her neck.

“You’re so amazing, you know that? You always work so hard, I don’t know how you do it.”

A flush spreads over her cheeks and down her chest, splotchy and uneven. He travels further south, fingertips skittering along her soft stomach. He takes her thighs and, gradually so she can pull away if she needs to, pulls them apart. He lets out a hiss as he stares down her.

“I don’t know which god I’ve impressed to share a bed with you.”

Yone tosses herself back on the bed, twisting her face to hide it in the pillow. “K’Sante-”

“I know, I’ll stop teasing,” he laughs.

He dips further still, disappearing between her legs. His fingers dance over her inner thighs, almost dainty as they go. She’s open like this, exposed for him to lick and kiss however he pleases until she turns to putty with his efforts. Despite herself, she looks down and sees the crafty little glint in his eyes.

“What are you-”

Yone’s words taper off into a high whine as K’Sante presses his tongue flat against her, dragging upward with pure intent and zero urgency. He stops just below her balls, presses a kiss to her taint, and then returns to her entrance. Each swipe is firm and deliberately slow. She’s soon panting, legs quaking as she can’t decide whether to spread them further or to wrap them around his head.

She jerks her hips up against his mouth, but K’Sante only chuckles, his warm breath making her shudder. He pushes Yone back down to the bed and earns a loud, pleading sound.

“K’Sante, you said you’d stop teasing,” she grits out.

K’Sante is a man with his self preservation instinct intact, so he correctly pulls away. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he says as he leans over to retrieve a little bottle from the bedside drawer. Yone can’t help herself but to watch his cock as he moves, almost overcome with the very potent need to choke on it right that second. Almost; she’s still tired and really, really wants him inside her.

He squeezes out an excessive helping of lube into his hand and slicks up his fingers, methodical and meticulous, then he moves down once more.

Even now, with her husband carefully circling a finger at her rim, all she can think about how he’s used too much lube, it’ll make a mess of the sheets-

Yone closes her eyes as K’Sante slides one in. He stokes down her thigh with his free hand, waiting until she finally exhales before he eases the finger deeper.

“You’re so wet,” he says in awe, as if it isn’t his fault she’s so soaked.

It’s silly, but it helps in its own odd way.

The sound of his finger slipping in and out is so filthy it hauls a sound from the pit of her stomach, wet and so utterly needy. She clamps a hand over her mouth in shame.

“You always make such pretty noises,” K’Sante hums. Yone scowls.

“S-Shut up,” she grumbles, but it admittedly isn’t quite so threatening when he’d reduced her to such a state.

He shoots her a wink, lips moving up to press a kiss against her cock. It punches another filthy sound from her gut. As he pushes another finger in, he teases the underside, light and barely there but it’s still enough to make her squirm.

Yone arches against him, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. He says something, mumbled against her skin so she doesn’t quite catch the words. Before she can clarify, he pushes in a third and she is convinced she’s going to melt.

“K’Sante, put it in, now.”

His expression betrays his hesitation, but he withdraws his fingers regardless. Yone slumps back to catch her breath as he flicks open the bottle again, using even more than previous to prep if the sounds are anything to go by. She peers up at him through her lashes, lips hanging open as she watches the head of his perfect cock disappear under the foreskin with every firm stroke. K’Sante sighs, his resolve shaking and betraying just how desperate he was under his self control.

He pulls her up into his lap, cock snug against the curve of her ass, red hot and soaked. She sighs at the sensation, hooking her arms loosely around his shoulders and gazing at his handsome face in the dark.

“I love you,” she whispers, as though it was a secret from the universe itself.

K’Sante holds her face, stroking her cheekbone, wiping the tear track with nothing less than complete devotion. “I love you too.”

His gaze sweeps downward, leaning back to take her all in. It takes so much to follow his eyes, peeking down at her flat breasts and the cock that sits between their stomachs. She tries to cover herself but K’Sante catches her wrists. There’s no force behind it, she could easily push away.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

And God, his eyes are so genuine, creased with warmth, Yone almost believes him. She pulls him closer, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. “K’Sante, please- I’m-”

“I know, I’ve got you. I’ll go slow, alright?”

Yone doesn’t trust her voice, so she only nods.

K’Sante lifts her, just far enough for the head of his cock to press against her entrance. The slick sound should be humiliating, but it only drives her further to the edge. Each inch is as agonisingly slow as the last and tempts her with the reckless desire to slam down in one go. His breaths are shaky and loud against her ear as he kisses her throat and murmurs encouragement.

“You’re so perfect.”

“K’Sante-”

She bites her lip as he finally bottoms out, panting against his shoulder. She’s drooling, she realises, regaining enough sense to wipe her face. K’Sante runs a warm hand down her back, slow and sturdy. The other stays at her hip, digging in hard enough to bruise. K’Sante probably isn’t conscious of how tight his grip is, but it grounds her, stops her slipping too far.

“I’m going to move, alright?” he murmurs, waiting for her nod before he gives a deliberate rock of his hips. Yone hums, holding him tighter. Satisfied, he repeats the action, slightly harder. They build up a steady rhythm, neither of them interested in rushing this little pocket of peace.

Yone buries herself further into his neck with every movement, taking one hand back to cover her face and muffle any whimpers that threaten to spill past her defences. K’Sante tilts his head far enough to plant a kiss to her cheek.

“Yone, plea-” He cuts himself off with a low groan as Yone rolls her hips back against him. K’Sante takes a breath, then tries again, “I want to hear you.”

“No,” Yone grunts, digging her nails into his back with the effort.

“You always sound so good, Yone,” he sighs against her skin, kissing his way down her collarbone.

The jerk of his hips is relentless and knocks the air from her, still she clutches her mouth, spit dripping between her fingers. She squeezes her eyes so tightly they start to hurt, gasping.

K’Sante sighs and stills, leaning back. Yone tries to follow, but he slips a hand under her chin. He guides her back, gazing into her eyes with that wonderful, handsome smile.

“You’re beautiful. Every part of you is,” he says, pressing their foreheads together, “and I’ll tell you as many times as I need to, until you believe me.”

Yone makes a choked, embarrassing noise. “K’Sante-”

He pulls out and she gives a mournful, desperate whine. K’Sante doesn’t leave her wanting for long, easing her back down to the damp sheets and sliding back in with one even thrust. He wastes no time returning to their previous rhythm, the slick slaps utterly vulgar and much too loud.

Yone is burning, resisting every impulse to hide her face in the pillow. She curls one arm over K’Sante’s shoulders, the other holding his face. She parts her red, bitten lips and tilts her head back. The first moan is too low, it breaks and tapers off in a sound that makes her cringe, but K’Sante picks up his pace.

“That’s it,” he groans, kissing her nose, “you’re doing so well.”

It calms her nerves, even if only a little. Yone gets louder, reaching between them to wrap her long fingers around herself. She moans again, a prettier sound than the first. K’Sante shudders and somehow gets even faster. He’s babbling now, like he often does when he gets this far-

“You’re so perfect, Yone. You feel so good. So-”

She opens her mouth, though she isn’t sure what she was going to say as her words dissolve into a high gasp. She tightens her grip on herself, jerking in fast, hard strokes. Yone throws her head back into a perfect arch, the sounds breaking from her unabashed and filthy. If she were more lucid, she’d worry about their bandmates hearing them but she’s well and truly past that point.

“K’Sante- Please,” she gasps, astonished that she had managed two entire coherent words. K’Sante nods rapidly, peppering kisses all over her face as he thrusts harder still-

She feels like she might break, but she still craves more-

Yone’s orgasm sneaks up on her, a flash of white so intense and hot that she screams, toes curling, scrambling against the covers for any form of purchase-

Eventually, it pitters out into a steady thrum as she rides it out, dimly aware of the wetness leaking out of her ass as K’Sante pulls out. He looks rather sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Hah, sorry. I should have pulled out.”

Yone hums and smiles, spreading her legs further. She’s totally going to have to wash these sheets tomorrow, but it’s worth it for the way K’Sante’s eyes darken.

“You’re going to kill me,” he says, gulping and closing his eyes in a feeble attempt to calm his breathing.

Yone giggles. “You’re adorable.”

“No, you,” he says, because he was a grown ass man and very mature.

She laughs, though the sound is somewhat rough after all that noise she’d been making earlier.

“Do you believe me now?” he asks, head tilted.

Yone shuffles against the damp sheets. “I might need some more convincing,” she says, peering up at him through her lashes.

K’Sante’s chest rumbles with a laugh. “Then I’m more than happy to oblige.”

He disappears briefly into the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth. He lifts one of her legs up over his shoulder for better access, or so he would say but Yone is pretty sure he just wanted an excuse to kiss her ankle. She sighs, watching him work as she hums the bridge they’d been working on earlier that day.

“You know,” he says, breaking the lull, “Ezreal always said you had milf energy even before you came out.”

Yone stares at him, thoroughly befuddled. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah! Guess he was onto something, huh?”

Yone wheezes, tipping her head back and giving a rather undignified snort. She laughs, breathless and unrestrained, chest heaving. When she looks back at him he’s gazing at her again, like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

And, Yone finds, it’s easy to believe him, even just for a moment.

#yosante #heartsteel #league of legends #k'sante lol #yone lol #k'sante x yone #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

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vewyscawywriting · 1 year

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Scythes and Kisses

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Rhaast x F!Summoner!Reader x Kayn

Wordcount: 2541

Tags: Vaginal and oral sex, a little bloodplay, marking, rhaast has a ridged dick

Summary: When Kayn AND Rhaast walk into the room you are in, you should already know what's gonna happen to you.

You and Kayn were friends with benefits. A lot of benefits. This relationship had formed ever since he and you first had made a contract together, and you were quickly charmed by the (some would call) edgelord.

Other than his lore and his looks you didn't think he was that much of an edgelord personality wise though. As a matter of fact you thought he was pretty normal his entire life considered.

Something that definitely wasn't normal was the fact that both him and Rhaast walked into the living room when you were just lounging about.

"What in the-" you started, as your eyes fell upon the Darkin, free from his Scythe prison, and Kayn, free from the Darkin. That wasn't normal. There was no way this could happen. But after you blinked a couple of times, taking in both men - and taking them in well -, you decided that what the hell, stranger things had happened in this room.

"Welcome, both," you said, eyes still glued to both men, who were kind of just... standing in the doorway, as if they too had no idea what to make of their separate bodies. "Um, what happened?"

A strange look came over both of them as you spoke, their eyes on you as well. No words were spoken between them, though it did feel like they came to a conclusion together, especially with the way a grin grew on both their faces while they made their way to you.

"Guys?"

You were grabbed by Rhaast, who threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass for good measure.

"Hey!" you yelled as you were taken to your bedroom, and thrown on the bed without much ceremony. You bounced a couple times before you were pinned by Kayn.

"Hey," he said, and grinned at your frowning face. "Remember that time we had sex with Rhaast corrupting half of me? And he was all pissy he couldn't actually be there for real to fuck you into next week?"

Well, how could you forget.

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Kayn was above you, smirking down at your naked form on the bed. After letting him get a pentakill he was quite pleased with your summoning performance, and you were with his'. More than anything Kayn needed some relief after a great fight like that, the adrenaline still flowing through his veins.

"So, how do you want it today, Summoner?" he asked, corrupted hand petting your cheek. He was more affected by the corruption than usual, thanks to using Rhaast extensively last battle, and you noticed it in his behaviour as well. He seemed on edge; he asked what you wanted, but you knew he couldn't be patient today.

"Hard and fast," you said, taking mercy on him, but also that's what you wanted from him at this moment. And you knew he could give it to you that way today, with a little help from the Darkin in his head.

"As you wish," he grabbed a lock of hair and kissed it, like a calm moment before the storm. His lower half rutted into yours, making you keenly aware of his throbbing erection. You were sure he'd been half hard since the fight, having to hide his arousal from the others; both champion and summoner, as he'd walked the halls back here to take care of it. The thought made you shiver, as you grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to you to smash your lips together. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, as he pushed inside of you. The moment he was in both of you let out sighs of relief.

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."

Ah.

"Rhaast, why don't both of you enjoy me," you added, voice a little (much) higher and more breathy than usual, "Come one, we don't have to fight?"

You just really couldn't take it anymore, you needed him to move, whether that was Kayn himself moving or Rhaast. His dick was filling you so well, and you were throbbing around him, so eager and hot.

"I'll have you one day, little Summoner, and I'll fuck you for real." Rhaast said through Kayns mouth, but it seemed Kayn had won once again, as the Darkin retreated after those words, a growl the last thing escaping Kayn before he took control back.

"Yeah, one day," Kayn said, panting slightly, "Over my dead body." 'That's the point' echoed in his head, but he ignored it, deciding instead to focus on your body once again.

His eyes locked onto yours once more, corruption retreating slightly, but not gone by far. He had control over his own limbs now, but you knew Rhaast was very much near the surface, watching, waiting impatiently, feeling all Kayn felt right now.

"Now, where were we."

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"Yes, I remember," you murmured, smirking. "So Rhaast, you're gonna fuck me for real?"

Kayn was pushed off you, and Rhaast's face came into view, his arms thumping into the bed on the sides of your face, mattress indenting from his weight. Kayn yelled out a "hey!", but what was he gonna do against the monster that was now on top of you.

"Oh, you don't even know," Rhaast growled to you, long tongue coming out to lick his sharp teeth. His glowing red eyes bored into yours for just a moment of intimacy before you were grabbed by his large talons, and manhandled onto your stomach. He had his hardening dick against your ass instantly, and you groaned at both the feeling of dizziness and him. You realized he had been unclothed from the moment you saw him, but there was nothing down there before. Aatrox - another Darkin - filled your thoughts, and you realized he had nothing down there either in his normal state. Something was definitely rubbing against your lower lips right now though, something with a lot of ridges and bumps if you were feeling it right.

All thoughts flew from your brain the moment he pushed the head inside of your opening, and you moaned a high pitched sound at the intrusion. "Fuck, Rhaast... All the way, please..."

You needed to feel him all the way inside of you, needed to fill those ridges and bumps. Needed him.

"So demanding. How about you keep that pretty little mouth shut while I do the work, hm? Or better yet, keep that mouth occupied with something else."

Kayn had appeared in front of you - fully unclothed as well - and he grinned, thick dick almost slapping you in the face. You immediately opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out a little, and Kayn let out an appreciative groan, as he grabbed your face with his (now uncorrupted) hands, and tilted it up a little to him.

"Good," he said, as he softly stroked your cheek. You took him gingerly in your mouth and Rhaast took this moment to slam inside of you full force, making you instantly deep throat Kayn as well because of the force that slammed you forwards.

You groaned around the dick in your mouth, which in turn made Kayn groan as well. The vibrations traveling from your mouth up his dick making him shiver a bit, as he tried not to thrust even deeper. Rhaast let out a growl as well, telling you in no uncertain terms how hot and tight you were and how much he enjoyed you.

"Better take us well," he growled as he started a punishing rhythm. You were attempting to push back on his (fucking ridged!!) dick while sucking of Kayn, but from the start you realized this was practically impossible. Rhaast was just too rough, and the only thing you could really do was have your mouth open around Kayn as you groaned and slobbered over his length. Kayn didn't seem to mind too much, his hand gently holding up your face as he used your mouth almost as roughly as Rhaast used your pussy.

With every pull you could feel ridge after ridge drag across your walls, driving you insane. The thought 'and yet another cock shape added to the list' crossed your mind and you would have giggled if you had any semblance of control over your actions at this point.

"Rh-rhaafh-" you gasped around Kayn's dick, tears spilling over as every push and pull send you closer and closer to the edge.

"Tight little slut," said Darking growled behind you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you back towards his muscular body with each hard slam inside of you, making you finally pop off Kayn's dick. Arms unable to support you fully you just decided to lay your upper body down on the bed as Rhaast ravaged you.

Kayn let out a dissapointed sound, but did nothing to change your position, opting instead to just watch Rhaast have his way with you. And your facial expressions. He could practically come from those and your sounds alone. His hand was around his dick, pumping in the rhythm of Rhaast' thrusts, as Rhaast suddenly decided he wanted to go a different route.

You were turned around while he was still inside of you and you practically yelled, the rough treatment practically blinding you to your surroundings. He had stopped thrusting and when you found your bearings again his monstrous face was right in front of you. Rhaast's tongue came out to lick your cheek as he purred. "You're taking me so well, little human. You can take a little more..."He gestured downwards to where your pussy was engulfing his dick.

You looked down through teary eyes, seeing a large, harshly ridged, bright red shaft, slowly inching its way out of your swollen lower lips. Moisture clung to it, giving it a nice sheen, and you looked on as he slowly pushed it inside again. His clawed hand came down to grope your breast, and then went down further to push against a bulge that had formed in your belly.

Shit.

You moaned pathetically as both of you looked on to his slow, deep penetration. Your hole greedily devouring him as he pushed in. The ridges pushed in piece by piece until he was fully in again, and he pulled out again slowly. This went on for a good minute, as finally Rhaast had enough.

He slammed it in full force once more, and you cried out, head thrown back.

Rhaast threw his head back too, laughing and groaning, ending the sounds in a purr that vibrated your entire body as he once again set a punishing pace. The vibrations from the purring and the ridges of his cock absolutely made you lose your mind as you felt every inch of him inside of you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"You're gonna break her," Kayn said, voice strained from his delayed orgasm, but you didn't hear anything except the loud thumping of your heartbeat inside of your ears. A second heartbeat throbbing intensely in your core. The coil inside of your stomach broke without warning, and you sobbed out your pleasure, tightening further around Rhaast, who made a groaning noise himself, but didn't stop.

You tried to voice your thoughts, but nothing but nonsense came out. You yourself weren't even sure what you wanted to say, but you heard both men chuckle at your desperate attempt.

"My turn," Kayn said, but Rhaast hissed at the man.

"If you dare take her away I'm gonna continue with your tight hole, boy, so you'd better let me finish first."

A keen came from you as you registered that statement, but you were really just holding on for the ride, hurdling past the overstimulation towards your second orgasm.

You cried out something that could have been either or both their names, and took Rhaast with you, who growled and dove his head down to bite down over your right breast, drawing blood.

"Shit, Rhaast, be gentle!" Kayn hissed, but another gush of pre-cum left him at the sight of both you and Rhaast coming. The blood on your skin was a very titillating sight as well, as he softly brought his hand down to swipe a finger over the bite mark, drawing a line of blood over the unmarred skin of your belly, writing his name in blood because he could.

Kayn groaned, and pushed at Rhaast, who let himself be pushed away after having admired your spent visage enough. The moment your got your bearings and your eyes opened, you realized Kayn was now on top of you, his dick straining and dripping down on your stomach, and you couldn't help but buck up towards him.

Honestly you weren't sure if you could take Kayn as well after this, but he was smaller than Rhaast and judging by the deep purple head and the twitching of his dick so very close to coming, so you gasped out a hoarse: "Please, Kayn..."

He didn't let you change your mind as he slipped himself inside of your abused pussy. Rhaast's cum spurted out in thick globs as Kayn pushed inside and you barely had the strength in you to moan at the intrusion.

Kayn moaned deep at the feeling of your wet insides, and started a quick, uneven rhythm. It was obvious that he wouldn't last long, but he still managed to get a third orgasm out of you by rubbing your clit in small circles. Your third orgasm took everything out of you, and you blacked out for a second.

As you slowly came to you realized Rhaast and Kayn were laying on either side of you. Kayn reading a book and looking over when you woke up, and Rhaast playing with your hair and purring.

You tried to find your voice, realizing you had been cleaned up and redressed. "That sure was something." you said, voice hoarse, but the satisfied glow on your face told both men enough.

"A little lacking if you ask me," Rhaast said, and Kayn shot him a glare. "Next time I expect to be able to come twice, little one. Not ifs or buts. You better prepare."

With a sigh your eyes closed. Shit. You weren't sure if you could take that.

#shieda kayn x reader #kayn x reader #rhaast x reader #kayn x reader x rhaast #smut #nsft #my work #shieda kayn #rhaast #x reader #x oc #league of legends

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respectfulkitfistosimp · 11 months

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The Abode

A Kayn (lol) x reader fanfic part 1 master list

Sitting on your couch with a glass of cold beer in your hand you stared mindlessly outside your window, you could see the light of the other apartments on and every once in a while a person or two could be seen. You took a long sip trying to calm the uneasy feeling in your chest. Man, you hated couples, the way they held hands even when it was hot outside, when they would kiss like they weren't in the middle of the sidewalk and you weren't running late to class, how they would hold each other in the cold and above all you hated your neighbors because they didn't even seem to realize that they lived on an apartment complex and you could hear them fucking every night. Yet another sip out of your beer and it no longer tasted bitter, it tasted like water and that angered you more, with a sigh you left the empty glass on the table next to you and tried your best to sink yourself in the hard couch. The frustration of everything on top of not being able to relax in the couch you spent your hard earned money on almost made you cry. Obviously all of that hate to couples came out of jealousy yet it wasn't like you could stop it, you knew how to yet there was no way to put an end to it, at this point there was only one answer as to why you were so lonely, right? You were obviously unlovable, because it didn't matter how hard you tried or how much you went out of your comfort zone there was no one out there for you.

—I wish someone would love me—you spoke pitifully while holding back a sob, your arm on top of your eyes the only thing keeping the tears in.

—Is that all you wish for?—said a voice in your head, you didn't know alcohol could make you hallucinate but it's not like you could think straight.

—Yeah—you whispered with the energy you had left.

You didn't even care when your mind suddenly fogged and your extremities became heavy as if they were under rocks, you could still hear the glass fall from your hand and break on the floor and while usually you would have cursed yourself this time you didn't care, you couldn't actually, your mind was too far gone.

Just as that voice and the fog it placed on your brain disappeared the uncomfortable feeling of having the air sucked out of your lungs choked you and allowed for your surroundings to change without you noticing. You didn't feel yourself sink into a good, high-end couch, couldn't hear the sound of your feet kicking the wooden floor and the previously chilling air no longer filled your lungs. Instead your aching, cold throat expanded with warm air, with it you could taste the slight taste of autumn and finally the sweet air you gasped for filled your lungs, it was only after a long while that you noticed the change of surroundings. You were inside a house, one filled with webs and dust, it looked like the house of a guy with rich parents you had gone to but this was obviously way more dirty, but before you could panic at the possibility of being in someone's house or getting chased by a homeless man you suddenly knew where you were, like when you wake up knowing that you are in your house.

—The Abode, uh? That's a nice name—you said, the name sounding as familiar as the street you lived on—let's see, what do I know?—you browsed in your mind for everything you had just learned.

Such place was outside of reality (or something like that) and as the owner of it you could do whatever, and i mean whatever, you wanted in there, from changing furniture with a snap of your fingers to becoming sort of a scarlet witch like omnipotent-reality bending—overpowered god. To digest everything you walked around a bit, eventually ending in the front door, you remember some info about it out of curiosity; "the door" as it was named, could get you anywhere in the world as long as there was another door on the other side, what world could you connect to? You asked yourself jokingly yet it wasn't the Earth, it was some place called Runeterra, ah yes. Of course you ended up in the universe of League of Legends, a game you only knew about because you obsessed over it just to get this one guy to like you, 'how nice to end up in such place' you thought sarcasticly.

Still, even if your current situation wasn't all that favorable it sure was nice to know you were that powerful but above everything there were a few "peasant matters" if you will, that stood out from any drawbacks as if they were highlighted with neon yellow. You didn't have to pay rent, you didn't have to pay for food, didn't need to study or work and the house was beautiful, although a bit dirty. This was paradise, there was no need to study heavy loads of texts and work long and soul sucking shifts only to spend that money on taxes and utilities instead of things you actually liked. Immediately you decided to test that power the Abode had told you about, you walked up to the door with nothing more than a mental picture of a beach just to get immediately linked to an abandoned shed's door.

Just in case you slowly opened it and there it was in all of it's glory; soft, white sand and blue water that almost mirrored the blue sky. A smile spread thru your lips as you walked towards the water and took a little swim on it, when was the last time you had gone on a vacation to the beach? Actually, when was the last time you went on a vacation? With how pacific the waters were and how you were sure you saw what was probably dolphins it took nothing less than for the sun to set and the air to get cold for you to leave those warm waters, you had never visited the Caribbean and probably never will but this was a thousand times better. You weren't even bothered by the sand that sticked to you, even if you didn't like sand because it coarse and rough and it got everywhere this one was alright.

Your tired legs from all of the swimming gave up when you sat under a tree, it has been years since you have felt this at peace, you could even come to terms with the fact you were in another world and probably would not see your family again for some time if not ever, but honestly, that just added to the benefits of this place. You just had to follow some few rules: don't leave the Abode, don't invite anyone to the Abode and most importantly don't get caught in the affairs of this world; just three rules to follow, easy enough, right? Perhaps you could have thought of more rules or add some sections to them but a loud thud made you stand up, that couldn't be a predator because it sounded like it just plopped down, but if that was the case what if whatever killed it was still around? You had just gotten to this paradise and you were already about to get killed, great.

Looking behind you, you saw what were presumably a pair of human legs, even if you were in another world you were still a med student and couldn't give up on someone, so with your entire body shaking in fear you still got close to the individual, however you didn't expect to see a guy you recognized so badly hurt, you rubbed your eyes just in case this was all a hallucination but unfortunately for you it wasn't, the champion that you hated the most in the game, Kayn, layed in the ground bleeding away.

—Okay, you trained for this—you reassured yourself, why did you have to find him out of everyone?

First you took off your shirt and ripped it in half and found a couple of sticks to make a tourniquet and hopefully stop the bleeding, next you had to get him to safety and lucky for him you were close to the Abode, unlucky for you he was the heaviest thing you had carried in your entire life and several times your legs almost gave out, on top of that, you had to carry his stupidly huge and heavy weapon, yet still you managed to get him inside where he no longer weighted anything so leaving him on the dining table was by far the easiest part of this whole ordeal. Now, making good use of your newly given abilities, you cleaned up the wound and the area around it with supplies that spawned in the table after you just imagined them..

—You haven't lost too much blood—you told him as if he could listen—you're lucky I found you, otherwise you would probably be dead—you kept on talking to him as you stitched him up and bandaged him—there you go, don't move or anything, alright?

Pulling out a chair from the table you sat next to Kayn waiting for him to wake up and every so often checking his pulse and the bandage in his torso which was surprisingly not bleeding, at all, still it wasn't like you would complain about it, you couldn't even imagine the pain in the ass it would be to clean off blood from the wooden table that would probably cost hundreds of thousands in your country. As you sat there with the classic robe that doctors used, looking but not acknowledging him Kayn started to wake up, the only thing making you remember of your patient was a pain filled groan escaping from his lips, you got up to receive him once he was conscious with the professional expression you used around the hospital you did your rounds at. Slowly he opened his eyes and once he got used to the light of the room he shot up to look around him until his eyes eventually focused on you.

—Before you—you got interrupted by a punch in your stomach, one that somehow didn't make you a donut—as I was saying—you took his surprise as an opportunity to explain yourself—before you try to kill me I just treated your wound, you wouldn't wanna kill a doctor, right? I'm pretty sure that's like a war crime or something—you took a good look at him and at the bandages that were still missing a single drop of blood, you must be so good at stitching—you do look like someone who likes to commit war crimes though.

—Who are you and where is Rhaast?—he asked as he searched frantically for the weapon, such thing was right next to him and of course he tried to cut your throat with it.

—Wow, I literally saved your life and this is the thanks I get?—before the edge got to you, you took two steps back—I just told you, I'm a doctor and, again, I just saved you from bleeding to death—you heard a demonic laughter after and chose to ignore it.

Technically speaking you weren't a doctor yet, you were like two finals away from it but it's not like anyone could judge you or search you up on the internet in a world you were transmigrated to. Kayn didn't seem to buy your story one bit so when he tried to stand and got dizzy you decided not to help him, he looked sort of pitiful like that, like he was one light breeze away from passing out since the only thing keeping him up was his weapon, which he grabbed onto for dear life, you gave a loud sigh and helped him sit on the chair you were previously on.

—I know I'm a stranger but I wouldn't take care of you if I wanted to hurt you—you tried to reason with him with the most caring voice you could come up with—stay here until you're completely healed and we'll never see each other again, ok?—he stared hard at you, trying to get a reaction from you but you already had too much experience with this kinds of patients, seeing how you didn't falter he stopped and nodded—great! Let me do a small check first. Now, if you would please keep your right eye open—you said while about to point a small flashlight at his eye, not sure whether to check the left eye too.

—What do you think you're doing?—he grabbed your wrist stopping you, still you flashed the light and watched as it reacted accordingly.

—I'm making sure you didn't suffer any head trauma.

—I did not hit my head—he retorted yet still followed your instructions.

—That you remember—you answered and gave a satisfied nod once you knew he was fine, once again hearing that demonic laughter—you're fine though, does it hurt anywhere?—he shook his head no—ok, just let me check for the laceration in your abdomen and I'll let you go.

Slowly and with great care you undid his bandaged while trying not to stare at his chest or abs too much, you didn't like him that much since Kayn was the main of a guy you tried to flirt with but ended up being rejected in favor of an e-girl that ended up being a man catfishing him for skins, still it was impossible to deny how attractive he was. Finally you could have an excuse to look at his abs but before that the stitches latching onto the band surprised you, here you had thought you had patched him up perfectly but no, it was a miracle how he wasn't bleeding to death, or maybe it wasn't so surprising since there was no trace of the wound, not even a scar. Alarmed, you checked with your hands for where the wound should be but there wasn't even a scar left, still not believing your eyes you stepped back, your professors always complimented your good work when treating people so you knew you were good, you just didn't know you where THAT good.

—As you said I am fine—he stood up, not even bothering to look at you as he started to walk again—let us not see each other again, healer.

You remained there, watching him walk away while holding on the table for support, did he do that or did you? Maybe, as he pointed out, you were a healer here? You stayed there, unmoving as you tried to digest what just happened and once you did the only emotion that filled you was frustration, normally you wouldn't get frustrated at people who didn't thank you but after everything he pulled on you a small "thank you" would have been appreciated.

—Whatever—you exclamated, finally moving towards the kitchen—all that matters is that he's okay and I'll never see him again.

#kayn x reader #kayn x you #kayn x y/n #league of legends #kayn league of legends #kayn lol

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kagakuoniryu · 2 years

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Can you do Kayn with a cute adorable s/o? I'm a huge sucker for dynamics where the cinnamon roll dates death personified 🥺😩

Synopsis :

Kayn with an overly cute s/o

Type :

Headcanon

Warning :

None, kayn have a ray of sunshine and isn't scared to use it

A/N :

Coming back again after a pause, the league fandom seems dead (like in game enjoyer, not only arcane) and it made me kinda sad but as long as I can contribute I'll be happy

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First things first kayn HATED how you seemed to be hapoy about everything

I hardly see kayn falling for someone out the the shadow order since he is mostly busy with master zed's mission, being an acolyte and his own goal to conquer rhaast power

So you're most likely a member and we'll stick to it

Unlike most people in the order you were bubbly and full of joy, most of them were orphans who lost theur family because of war, they had to grown up too fast and that's why most of them don't show much emotions

And if they do, they're mostly negative because they don't know how to deal with them

Your adorable personnality and bright smile make people drawn to you like a bug to a light

Since in their life you're most likely to be the brightest thing

But of course not all acolyte saw you as someone who can deal with shadow magic

Kayn was one of them, he fought that your persobbality didn't matched what was required to master shadows, and that in the end you'll be killed by these

But he was wrong

You were cute and adorable but not naive, you were mentally strong, event stronger than some of zedns student since most of them live while knowing only hatred and anger

One time kayn and you were both sent to a mission outside of Ionia, that's when kayn saw what you were really made of, and started to respect you a lot more

Things progressed slowly from there, from mutual respect to friends, and after kayn kept quiet about his crush for you for almost a year he finally confessed

You happily returned his feeling telling him that because of his always grumpy face you never dared to tell him what you felt

Your dynamic as a couple is definitely "someone will die" "of fun!"

Even rhaast sight when he start to hear you babbling happily about whatever when kayn is just there and nodding along

You hugged kayn by surprise once and he made a squealing noise out of shock you're not ready to forget, so surprise hugs became a routine

They aren't surprising anymore but kayn love to indulge and pretend you surprised him

He has the biggest poker face while you hug his arm with a bright smile, he can give you a headpat, but that's the only thing he'll do in public to show you affection

In private however he is much more attentive, not romantic, lovey dover or cute himself, but he touch you more, hug you more, kiss you more, becuse it's the two of you

When you go on separate mission he always kiss you on the forehead, a simple gesture to tell you that you'll be reunited

Master zed approve deeply of your relationship, he think that someone lile you has a good influence on kayn

He is less stressed, less angry, and less likely to be consumed by the darkin

Sometime grab kayn's cheek and use them to make him have a weird face, he never complained about it because in the end he always receive a kiss

Sometime he want to make you happy and indulge you in a piggy back ride

And you convinced him to bring you back to the order like this, he thought that since it was night everyone would be asleep

They were not, and teased kayn for a month straight about it

He never gave you piggy back ride after that

You two lay be opposite but kayn can't say how much he is lucky to have you

Sometime he may just contemplate life and ask himself how he managed to get someone as good as you

He'll never have his answer but he is already glad for what he has

~hope you'll like it~

🌸Request are open🌸

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artwithoutblood · 5 months

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Adonis is shorter than Eri at 5'4? Huh. I pictured them as average-ish height, kinda willowy without being overly tall. Actor/off duty model sort of deal.

And while 5'8 is the actual average sort of height it's Erebus that I picture as being the smol (dangerous, competent*) bean.

My impressions can be wrong!

*It's like the vibe of cats. They're tiny, adorable and commit crimes. They rage as you pick them up and kiss their forehead.

Which of the cast has the strength to crush a watermelon between their thighs? 🍉

genesis.

That headcanon matches up! I feel like with years of squatting to pick up a kid or lift amps and dancing around stage in heavy platforms, every day is leg day.

I actually did start typing out headcanons for the characters trying to think how to find reference pictures to draw them. The actual work of drawing might not happen. I am lazy. It's just cool to think about them having very individual body types.

This is basically what I had.

Genesis would have a normal guy upper body or a tiny bit of a dad bod (despite decent upper body strength) but a more solid lower body? Nothing extreme but his legs would just be sturdy and his thighs/butt slightly thick. He wears wider leg jeans to be comfy. I can't find a good athlete reference picture but think a casual lifter or runner.

I feel like Erebus would look waify, 90s model thin. Boyish. Hips and shoulders a similar width, maybe shoulders a bit wider in a delicate bony way. Compact and stronger than he looks, wiry strength like a gymnast. Don't piss him off.

Adonis would be elegantly slender and willowy without being excessively tall, a wider ratio of shoulder to lean hips. Like off duty models or fashionable hipsters in skinny jeans. It's a frame that clothes hang well on. Even in flowing soft clothes they cut a sharp figure like they're wearing subtle shoulder pads - but it's natural. Think Vogue.

Dorian would be the same but tall and deceptively strong under the elegant clothes. Maybe a bit straighter in the figure than Adonis, still square shoulders with a slim but strong waist and a slightly bigger chest. (As he wielded the weapons he did.) Like a fencer.

Aeron very slightly slim thick, slender but with a softness, androgynous with subtle curves. Life model for your art class.

This really depends on how much food he's able to get but I feel between physical work and the cold Kayn would be a bit brawny. Not the defined muscles of a gym but a more functional strength, think sports like woodchopping or shotput.

we need more short nonbinary people so i made adonis just an inch taller than me! i feel like a taller adonis also works, but eh, i don't know. it doesn't really matter. it would be funny if they like. changed their height depending on the situation, though.

what matters with erebus is that he's the shortest of the demons, really, across the board.

this is how i picture him! slight dad bod genesis but strong nonetheless. he does do a lot of stunts, so there is definite lower body strength.

very true. you can see his ribs through his skin sometimes. he's pale, just because he doesn't get sunlight, he doesn't exercise, and he's a little guy.

they're the best dressed in a small town. if not for the sharp figure you could see the dark veins threading through their skin in more sheer outfits.

he probably has done fencing. though his main weapon is his umbrella, he has brandished a sword before. he calls her genevieve, and she sits for emergency use in one of the wings. he is quite straight in his figure.

Aeron very slightly slim thick, slender but with a softness, androgynous with subtle curves. Life model for your art class.

if they have any curves it's at the hips.

and kayn? is a strong lad. he is practical. gets the job done.

#erebus ask #genesis ask #aeron ask #kayn ask #dorian ask #adonis ask

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noradoctor · 28 days

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Hi you're so cool I'll try not to fuck this up!!!!:

Obscure Fadom(s) you need to talk about

That song that you have a mental break down to and then kill a man to in the same day

Why are you so cool?

Something in your immediate vicinity that would look so much better if it was bedazzled

Favorite type of tit

Your favorite thing you've ever created (meme, art, writing piece, ect.)

Character you would love to kiss (romantically or platonically)

Person you want to meet so badly, alive or dead

Favorite meme ever (I would ask vine but some people don't even know what vine is)

Food you would currently devour of placed in frontof you

Favorite weather in detail

Hyper specific color appreciation

Ok for fandoms errr ermmm smeromr eoroommroooo errrrr erm ermmmmmm does dirk gentlys holistic detective agency (the show) count, i really want the books but also broke as hell (also the umbrella academy, but specifically the comics)

SONG MOMENT OUU errrm ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ermm im capable of having a mental breakdown to anything if i have the willpower to do so (same with killing a man) so probably fight for me by AlicebanD

my pure epic skills (lie)

box of honeycomb flavoured weetos, bedazzle that shit and ill eat all of them

azure tit they look silly

probably my own OCs backstories, i've had them for over two years and there is still things to be done but im very proud of them all

Kayne from hit podcast malevolent (pleaspeleasepleasepleasepleasepleaepleaseplease)

King george the III

favourite meme ever you say... hmmm. hmm i have a horrendous sense of humour so that stupid ass my apolocheese cat

Spaghetti Bolognase made by my father

The rain, specifically loud heavy rain with occasionally bursts of thunder and at nightime as i'm trying to sleep, the drops of rain thudding against the glass of my window in the dark

Reseda green my beloved, more people need to use it, honestly, swampy greens in general, they can work so well in several different situations and people hate them, why, why do you hate the swampy greens, all they ever did was exist and be cool

#explodes you #another food would probably be nachos made by myself #or a creme egg #or two creme eggs #maybe three

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lacetop · 2 months

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ooooh :0 may we hear more about this eye kink?

presented under a readmore for cw gore, body horror, terrible things happening to eyes

eyes are hot

& less in a lost staring into the beautiful eyes of your lover way (although intense, intimate eye contact does have appeal), more in a way of: delicate. fragile. soft. vulnerable. intricate. fascinating organ. did i mention delicate. did you ever dissect an eye in biology class? shit's wild in there. contact lenses aside, most people have a visceral revulsion to getting up close and personal with eyes -- and so much of kink is about getting off on the grotesque.

the nasty

consider the overlap of monsterfucking with the appeal of eyes. consider all the weird and beautiful eyes out there in nature, then consider puttting weird and beautiful eyes on fantastical babes. really big eyes. lots and lots and lots of eyes. eyes in weird places. weird pupils, weird irises. consider kissing those eyes tenderly.

malevolent: john/arthur, affectionately getting freaky about eye kissing

the nastier

remember how i stressed delicate, earlier

i've always loved horror stories, and many horror stories lean on our visceral feelings about eyes and the terrible things that can happen to them.

i don't remember any little mermaid-esque accidental-kink media, but the first media i read that made me say 'aw fuck i am into this, aren't i' is a magnus archive fanfic (of course, right? of course):

Was he more careful with removing Jonah’s eyes? That would only be natural, Jon reasoned, easing the first out of its socket. Jonah in his original body was so frail. And Jon needed these fully intact, after all. He held Jonah’s grey eye in his palm and wondered if he was still seeing, even now. Despite Jon closing them for him, Jonah’s eye was almost dry against his skin. Bloodshot from its unending vigil. It didn’t seem right. Something tugged at the back of his mind. Instinct? From himself, or from the Eye? Jon couldn’t tell anymore, and maybe he never had. Maybe there was no difference between the two at all. Either way, he was past denying the urges that guided him. Jon brought Elias’ eye to his mouth. He parted his lips and imagined that his breath fogged over its surface like over glass. Tentatively, he allowed his tongue to slip out, stroking it against the smooth orb. There wasn’t much of a taste, really. A bit salty. He kept searching it out, mindlessly almost, lapping at the eye between his fingers. Following the curve around its circumference, back to the tangle of vessel and nerve that he took care not to disturb. The eye was stickily damp by the time Jon was pulling James’ eyelids back again. Slotting Elias’ eye into place in that empty, yawning space. Then, he waited again. Watching. There were more theatrics this time. For all that Jon knew, all that he had learned of what Jonah Magnus had done to survive, he had never seen it happen. Not to another person, at least, rather than an empty vessel awaiting Jonah’s return.

i've written a bit of sexy eye trauma, myself, which i'm astonished to find that other people have enjoyed (even if despite themselves)

fallen london: in which a friend dunked their very chewable oc fellian into the river for my tentaclesona to snack on

malevolent: arthur/kayne, not the first pair of eyes arthur's put out but definitely the 'victim' having the most fun

& no spoilers for malevolent ch. 40, but this podcast is the gift that keeps on giving regarding horrible terrible sexy eye crimes. there is more enucleation porn to be written.

in irl play

maybe if somebody gently pressed their fingers on your eyelids, feeling your eyes roll and give slightly beneath their lids, it would be really hot. maybe if they kissed your eyelids it would be hot. maybe if they took that thin, delicate skin between their teeth it would be hot. maybe if they dug the tip of their tongue into the corner of your eye to taste your tear duct it would be really fucking hot. maybe you'd have a nice orgasm about it.

tl;dr

that's a lovely, very delicate organ you've got there. what if something bad happened to it?

#asks #anonymous #eye kink #eye trauma cw #gore cw

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fumikomiyasaki · 9 months

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Fluster ask ( but one of them is a reverse )

Both Chouka and Kayne were sleeping in the same room during the school trip, well eventually we have a sleepy Chouka who then mushed Kayne's face into her breasts while hugging him.

"....mm..." She may have kisses Kayne while mushing him into her two while sleeping

( remember that Chizuko may have taken Flynn's blood with him knowing for her ability? Reverse it )

Ofc she was in his bedroom ( in her oversized white button up shirt and shorts as pjs ) but a certain rose up-

"Huh- No. I did not take or lick your blood from your fingers or wounds while you were sleeping-"

She made her grave.

Fluster my muse

He knew many would right now want to swap place with him but to Kayne who barely knew affection from the past, let alone stayed that close to people, here he was red as a tomato, screaming inside while keeping quiet on the outside... he couldn't sleep like this but he didn't want to wake Chouka either...

Maybe he could move her arm to get out but at the attempt he was smushed in even more... eventually he passed out instead... the next day she noticed him face first laying there, stroking his hair.

"Morning, you look still tired."

He lifted up his head perplexed, still blusing heavily and looking up at her.

"If you only knew..."

A big smug grin appeared on his face as he quickly grabbed her wrists as if to stop her and pull her closer. Trying to not strain his wound but still keep her from walking away from this conversation.

"If my dear Onyx wants a taste of me I don't mind in the slightest~ You know you mean a lot to if I allow you that much. Nobody else I would show my wounded back to."

"You are a moron really."

"That may be, but just you know."

He leaned closer pulling his hands to her hips and placing her on his lap. Lovingly kissing her neck before withdrawing and whispering into her ears.

"I would dedicate my whole body and being to you. Untill the end."

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #kayne saocheng #kayne x chouka #flynn deradelle #flynn x chizuko

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deathdxnces · 11 months

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a kiss to anger a third party an adrenaline filled kiss shared after committing a crime

(also very indulgent I'm sorry akakbssj irelia can totally punch him, i endorse it)

- @deathfxnds

There is battle, often bloody and always messy, conflict that inevitably leads to the destruction of things; and then there is slaughter, the carnage purposeful, the violence unilateral.

The noxians fallen on the beach attempted to make it a battle, but the truth of it was it had just been murder. Those were not legionnaires, albeit still would-be colonizers, trying to settle down and make the land their own.

They were warned to leave, before the pair arrived to ensure they would. It is more than the noxians ever gave her kin.

Witnessing the result of their combined viciousness does not cause Irelia to regret it. It is the high of battle, blood rushing and adrenaline fueling her every movement, perhaps; she would not doubt given time her mind would wander the way it inevitably always wanders: her parents would be ashamed she paints their family crest red without remorse; her grandmother would weep at what she had become. The dancer wants to believe Zelos would've understood.

Tonight, she is the one to approach the other first, soon after the last body hit the ground. A meager attempt to keep moving before the self-imposed guilt of her family's judgment fell upon her in full. They would not have understood... and maybe he doesn't, either, but Kayn understands what she feels then (the satisfaction brought with each fallen enemy, the pleasant rush of being in combat; not tolerating violence, but relishing in it).

When Kayn looks at her, the frantic glint of bloodlust and adrenaline shines in his golden eyes, seeming more clouded by it than she still feels. Misjudgment on her part, perhaps, as adrenaline continues to run high, heart racing and the feeling of invincibility lingering.

The assassin does not hesitate. Yet it isn't the scythe he reaches for, pulling her closer by the waist instead, a hand behind her head, guiding her lips to his. It isn't sweet; he kisses her hungrily, as if it is something he had longed to do before, as if it is something he had never considered before, just an impulse followed. And for a stunned moment, she lets him, retributes, something primal and just as ravenous meeting its match - until her mind catches up with it, the unexpected closeness, the fact she had already allowed him to get closer than he ought.

Irelia breaks the kiss with a violent shove, stepping back to further the distance between them. What was he thinking? Kayn himself had made certain to keep her at a distance, to refuse even innocent contact - and now this?

The indignant question, fiercely posed, may have been directed to herself as well, had she not been so angry at the man in front of her. "What do you think you're doing?!"

#» in character — ⌜the blade dancer.⌟#he didn't get slapped merely pushed away #he can still get punched depending on his answer though #not safe yet #kayn being unhinged and impulsive vs controlled and careful irelia just being confused #would not be opposed to kissing him after killing a bunch of people if he didn't try to keep her at arm's length #at other times :/#deathfxnds #also please don't apologize #indulge more #i love them tbh #uahsuahsjahd #ALSO #I just completely missed the anger a thir party part lmao I'm sorry jshdjshdus #third*#maybe she just didn't realize 👀#I genuinely just. went over it rip sorry

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carcarcraziiv2 · 5 months

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Hello!! Just found your blog recently and your bf scenarios of heartsteel members were endearing to read!! Id like to request a scenario of f reader was a childhood friend of kayn and reader always been tbere for him even if he got kicked out of the band multiple times, reader will always support him because hes number 1 in her heart , there can be angst n fluff or whichever, take your time and thank you!!

Thanks so much for your request! I am WAY excited about getting one haha!

This prompt is simply great. I LOVE the idea of Kayn having a ride or die from childhood! Here it goes!

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You had always admired Kayn.

Even when he is hot headed, when he lacks in confidence, you were, and always will be, there.

It all started when the two of you were in grade school. Kayn was often getting into little tiffs on the playground, and you made it a personal challenge to engage with him and try to make him a little happier.

"Hey, Kayn, right? It's good to meetcha. I was wondering if you wanted to play tag with me?" You had said, twiddling your thumbs and smiling shyly at him.

The little boy glared at you for a moment. Right as you were about to lose hope and turn away, it appeared something had switched in his brain.

"Sure, but no cheating!"

From that day forward, the two of you were like peas in a pod. Kayn was everchanging, as were you.

Eventually, Kayn developed some kind of alter ego he called Rhaast. You didn't really understand it. All you knew was that when he switched, someone was going to get hurt or something was going to happen.

Kayn was never really a sensitive or open person in a traditional sense. The two of you had off and on flings throughout middle and high school, until Kayn got into the band and party scene. You never gave up on your friendship, though.

There had been a few bands before the most recent. You went to all of their shows, accompanied him when he went to his little (mostly unsuccessful) meet and greets.

He was always so protective of you. If there was ever someone who was coming onto you or making you feel uncomfortable at a show, he would literally get off stage in the middle of a set and teach the person a lesson. You couldn't help but admire the way his dark pink hair brushed across his face as he prowled over to you to face the culprit. It made you blush, thinking of how he handled these situations.

One day, after a busy day at work, you got home to see Kayn sitting on the couch at your apartment looking wholly defeated.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting to see you here," you had said, your brow furrowed as you approached him. "Whatcha up to?"

"I don't want to talk," was all he said as you sat next to him. It was hard to accept that as an answer, so you pushed him just enough to get a reason.

"Well, you're sitting on my couch looking really upset. What happened?"

"I said I don't want to-," he looked at you swiftly, his nostrils flared and eyes angry. You knew Rhaast was close to the surface, but you held strong because you knew Kayn liked it when you stood up for yourself, even to him. He sighed when he saw the determined look in your eye. "Fine, I got kicked out of the band."

"Oh!" You exclaimed, shocked because it seemed like everything had been going really well for him and who you thought were his friends. They had done a couple shows, mostly just hanging out and jamming together. "What happened, Shadow?" He sighed again, a tad bit more dramatically, when you used his nickname. You had called him that ever since middle school when you would find him sulking in dark places like a weirdo.

"Well, apparently the guys don't like pranks. It was out of character for me to pull one, sure, but I didn't think a little 'poop on fire at your door' gag would piss them off so much. Whatever, I don't need them."

You tried and failed to hold back a laugh at his admitted fault. He looked back at you with his mismatched eyes and his lips quirked upward ever so slightly.

"Oh, Kayn, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to laugh but that is honestly really funny! I thought you all were chill; I'm surprised a stupid prank like that got them so riled up." Without realizing it, you reached up to adjust a piece of his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes while you let out another soft chuckle. You quickly snatched your hand away, mouth closing and eyes widening.

Kayn looked at you with a shocked expression for a moment, before he did something that made your heart race just like all the times previously when you two had dated. He leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips.

"Thank you, Y/N, for making me realize how funny I truly am," he smirked, clearly trying to adjust the topic from the kiss that had just happened.

That day, things had been different between the two of you. You weren't sure if it was because it was the first time the two of you had kissed in your adulthood, or if it was because you realized he chose your place to go to when he was feeling down.

It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Your usual hangouts had turned into you stumbling over your words, blushing when he did anything remotely attractive, and overall, just a little more awkward.

It didn't take long for Kayn to find a new band, after that. You were excited to meet all of his new bandmates; Ezreal, Sett, Aphelios, Yone, and K'Sante. They were all sweethearts, and you couldn't help but think that this might be the band.

They named their band Heartsteel, and you were awestruck at how popular they became and how quickly. With that, of course, came consequences.

Every show, event, even just strolling through stores together, there were paparazzi and fans jumping all over Kayn. Inevitably, this drove a wedge between the two of you. He became so busy all of the time, and it was hard to find a moment for the two of you to see each other.

Back to present, you are working your usual nine to five office job. It's boring, but it pays the bills. You get to see all the fancy magazine articles and covers that Kayn and his band are in. You get to hear all of the stupid annoying girls at your office giggle and talk about how hot they all are.

You huff when one of them walks by your desk, joking about how she'd "do anything to get into Kayn's bed".

I bet you would. You thought. Unbeknownst to her, you had been in Kayn's bed, more than once in fact. Never daring to say anything about your relation to him in fear of being shut down or gaining too much attention, you just did your best to ignore it all.

The day was finally reaching its end when your phone vibrated in your purse. You opened it to see a text from Yone.

Hey, Y/N. It's Yone.

Oh, hey Yone. What's up?

Kayn is having some sort of... well, he's really upset right now, and he just keeps asking to see you. He doesn't sound like himself. Can I come get you and bring you over here?

You raise a brow at the message on your screen. It had been at least a month since the last time the two of you had spoken, as it was like pulling teeth to get Kayn to answer a text or a phone call in the first place, let alone now.

Don't worry about picking me up, I'll head over there now.

You quickly gathered your belongings and let your boss know you were heading out ten minutes early. Bidding your farewells, you left the building and climbed into your car. You took your heels off, adjusting your skirt so that your ass didn't stick to the leather as you flung your purse into the passenger seat.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, but one thing you were certain of. When you got there, that wasn't going to be Kayn.

It was going to be Rhaast.

The drive was about an hour, and when you pulled through the iron gates after inputting your code, Yone and Aphelios were waiting outside looking at their phones.

You put your car in park, put your shoes back on and quickly got out and speed-walked up to them.

"Hey guys, sorry it took me so lo-."

"No time for small talk, let's go," Yone all but dragged you through the door of the house they shared, leading you down a long hallway to the small practice and recording studio they put in. He didn't release your elbow until the two of you were standing right in front of the door, and he turned to look at you.

"I hate to say it but, be careful. He's acting a little...," Yone trailed off, as if trying to find a way to describe it.

"Manic? Crazy? Off the rails? Yeah, don't worry, I got this," You smiled politely at him, pushing him softly out of the way and opening the door to the room.

Contrary to your feigned confidence, your heart was beating out of your chest. What you saw when you entered had it racing even more.

Kayn was standing against the wall with no shirt, his arms crossed, smoking a cigarette. When he looked up and caught your gaze, his mouth turned up in a devilish grin. You hadn't realized it, but your mouth was dangling open as you ogled him.

His hair was damp from sweat, his muscles rigid as he stared back at you.

"Y/N, finally, you're here!" He greeted you, pushing himself off the wall and walking your direction after pinching the cherry off his smoke. Contrary to what you were thinking was going to happen, he walked past you and shut the door.

You blinked in shock when you heard the click of a lock.

"What's going on, Kayn?" your voice trembled as you asked, but you squared your shoulders and raised your chin none the less.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is that how you greet your best friend?" He murmurs, coming up behind you and wrapping his large arms around you. "I've missed you, Y/N."

You shuddered in his grasp before looking around the room with a sigh. "Is that why you trashed the studio? Because you missed me?"

He nuzzled his face into your neck and breathed in deeply, causing goosebumps to raise all over.

"Yes," he stated plainly. You weren't even surprised in his nonchalance about it. "Everything has been so overwhelming, lately. It doesn't take much for me to snap anymore, but when I see you all of those problems seem to melt away...". You were surprised, however, at how open he was being as soon as you got there. Kayn was never one to open up without a fight first. Perhaps the fight had already happened within himself.

You turned around in his arms to face him, looking up at him with a weak smile.

"I've missed you too, Shadow. I've got to admit, I don't like all the attention you're getting from girls either," you sigh. The vulnerability he approached you with must have been rubbing off. You didn't mind though. It was time for you to tell him how you really feel. "Kayn, I- I want to be-".

"Can you just be mine, already?" He interrupts, his eyes locked to yours. "I want you. I want every part of you. Nothing... Nothing feels right when you're not with me. The girls, the shows, none of it. So can you please please be mine?"

"I always have been, Shadow. And I always will be," leaning up, you place a kiss on his mouth. Retreating, you only get a moment before he slams his lips back onto your own, and you let out a little moan in acceptance.

"Always." He growls against your lips, and you know for once in all the time you've been his number one fan, that this time is forever.

The end :3

I kind of just went with the flow on this one. Hope you enjoyed!

#Heartsteel Kayn x Reader #Heartsteel Kayn #Heartsteel x Reader #League of Legends Fanfic #Kayn x Reader #Kayn Fanfic

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siriannatan · 6 months

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Heartsteel Shorts

I have no idea if there'll be more than one but I had to. I usually write Minecraft stuff so...yep.

I myself am shocked the first thing I wrote wasn't SettPhel. But Ez being so much all over Kayn made me think thoughts.

It all started with an innocent question. "Why do we never hang out in your room?" Ezreal at least thought it was innocent. The glare Kayn gave him would push anyway away from the topic. But Ez wasn't afraid of Kayn at all. A kitten was more dangerous.

"It just happens that way, I guess," Kayn shrugged the question away.

Ezreal just huffed. He was no longer in the mood to go through his recent purchases. The clothes weren't as interesting as Kayn. So he ran out of the room, followed by 'What the hell man?' from Kayn. He had little time before the other realised where Ez was going - Kayn's room. They didn't really have locks, they might have been a rowdy bunch of boys but they respected each other's privacy.

But Ez's curiosity overgrew his respect for Kayn. And it wasn't like Kayn never walked into his room without knocking. Luckily Ez always had pants on when he did.

Kayn realised far too quickly for Ez's comfort. Their rooms were on the different ends of the house the band lived in. And Kayn was much more athletic and faster than Ezreal. But somehow Ez reached Kayn's door first. With Kayn close behind. Freezing as he opened the door.

"Kayn... Nooooo... Please, get rid of it," Ezreal whined jumping in to avoid being tackled to the floor at the last second.

Above Kayn's bed was an old poster of Ezreal from the peek of his career before Heartsteel. Ez hated all his old pop-era posters. He liked his new sound much better. Why did Kayn even have that? They weren't sold anymore. Ez knew no one was selling them online. Not for cheap at least.

"What. The. Hell, man," Kayn huffed, caging Ez against a cluttered with empty boxes and bottles nightstand. "I told you to stay out," he added as Ez spun around as well as he could, his ass pressed against the small table, pushing some garbage off to clatter on the floor.

"Why do you have a poster of me? And of the most embarrassing part of my life," Ez leaned forward to whisper into Kayn's ear. He always had a bit of a crush on Kayn even if he was a bit rude at times. "Would you rather get an autograph or a kiss?" he asked boldly. Worst case scenario Kayn tosses him out of the room and things are awkward for a short moment.

But judging by how Kayn's breath hitched it wasn't the worst case. "You better not be playing with me pop-prince," Kayn almost growled. Ezreal would rather his actual name was said in such a manner than a nickname designed to be offensive.

"How about you close that door and I show you how serious I am?" Ezreal offered. Others were out. Sett took Aphelios to visit his mother. And Yone and K'Sante went to watch some dumb movie. They were alone for at least a few hours.

They stood in silence as Kayn processed and decided what to do. Ez stayed still, for now pushing down the impulse to tease him further. He was about to give in when Kayn groaned and pushed away to march to the door to loudly smash it closed.

"You better keep your word, Ezreal," Kayn growled as he stalked back towards Ez.

Ezreal just grinned and dodged Kayn's hands to flop to the bed. "I only hope you can keep up," he chuckled, already pulling his shirt off.

Kayn groaned. He had no idea how long they were at it before they were both too tired to move. All Kayn could do was stare at Ez, propped up against Kayn's pillows, luckily shirtless so the whole situation wasn't that terrible. "You're a monster," Kayn huffed hugging a pillow.

"I should tire you out more often, you're cute like this," Ez giggled, messing with Kayn's hair. He only got a tired groan as Kayn buried his face in a pillow. "The autograph offer still stands, by the way," he added, tossing his phone away before sliding down to cuddle up to Kayn.

Luckily for them, others didn't come into either of their bedrooms so they avoided too much ribbing and jokes.

#my stuff #my stories #heartsteel #league of legends #ezreal #kayn

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kagakuoniryu · 2 years

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Hello, I hope you are having a lovely day 🌼

I have a request (headcanons) for Aphelios, Kayn and Sett, as husbands.

Thank you very, very, very much, I like the way you write <3

Synopsis :

League men as husbands

Characters :

Kayn

Sett

Aphelios

Type :

Headcanon

Warning :

None

A/N :

I'm truly sorry for everyone who wants multiple characters for their request when I choose only one to write about, I'm going to play favoritr here, these men have been at some point my league crush (only kayn stayed, he is the best) so I wanted to write about the 3 of them as husband and couldn't choose...

And I often forget it in my A/N but thank you to everyone who complement my writings and who wish me good days etc, it's always pleasing to read <3, as always since I'm catching up with the request, hope it won't prevent you from liking the headcanons!

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Kayn :

I don't know if the order of shadow accept among them people who aren't acolyte but like partner anf s/o of an acolyte

If that's the case then kayn will use this to make you install with him among the order

Or else he'll buy his own house not far from the order where both of you will live together when he isn't in a mission or at the temple

He did a lot of mission by himself so he know the basics of cooking

But he can't clean for the life of him, even rhaast, if you don't clean rhaast yourself rhaast will stay your floor with blood

He can and will pout if you don't want to take a bath with him to relax when he go home

You're one of the few person outside his mission who know when he go, where and when he'll come back

When he is out on a mission he'll send you letter via birds

He don't actively seek a family with children but won't mind having one or two

If you find an orphan needing a shelter Kayn won't think twice before adopting them, at some point he was an orphan too, and without master zed he would probably ended up dead, that's his way to help someone too

If his s/o is fem aligned and get pregnant by accident he'll treat them as porcelain

Again even if the child is an accident he'll welcome them, the same way he can't let an orphan on the street, he won't let his own child become one

Wether or not the potential child is adopted he will love them a lot and train them so they can survive once they're grown up too

Coming back to husband kayn

When he comes home he'll probably going to sleep whenever, the couch? Great! The bed? Awesome! His s/o laps? He is almost running for it!

Outside of the house PDA happens but is limited with hand holding or light kiss on the cheek/forehead ; ionia is a traditional place plus since kayn is part of the shadow order he need to put up a though facade

But once it's just the two of you he is glued to you

Even when the both of you fight, he don't like being mad at you, so when itns time for bed he suggest that at list you hold hands with him, just making sure you're still with him

In the case you live in the order with him he introduce you as his husband/wife to the other acolyte

And you swore on your own life you're never telling kayn this but the way Kayn told Zed the two of you were married looked like a son presenting his partner to his father

The order can be like a family for a lot of people, kayn is one of them, and he is glad you've become a member of his family too

Aphelios :

I'm sorry for you but this man was already a mess for the proposal AND the wedding

He can't process the fact that you're going to be his

The day of the wedding he didn't take his medicine which made him mute so he could talk to you during the whole day

Even if Alune isn't physically with you you swore she is with both of you to protect the both of you and your marriage

Aphelios and you have your own language based on hand sign to talk to each other daily without your voice

Your home is unsurprisingly very quiet

He is a very domestic man, he cook, he clean when you come back from your day he already have a bath ready for you and join you from time to time

He'll not let his mission against the solari go between the two of you but sometimes he can't help it, coming late, not coming back for a few days or even coming back drenched in blood, he don't do it because he likes it but because that's his duty

However when he can he'll tell you when he comes back and when his departure is

He is so sweet too, always peppering your face with kiss and hugs when you're together

He want a family, if he can even twins, a boy and a girl, but he won't raise them the same way he was becaude in the end, before meeting you, when alune were gone, he felt terribly alone

Fight rarely happen at all, when they are he either try to communicate each other point of you to resolve it before bed, or if it can't be resolved before bed he'll spoon you and gather all his strength in his voice to go through the poison in his system and tell you he is sorry

His voice is barely audible and seems very tired but you heard it crystal clear

Even if he know it probably will never happen his dream life would be you, him, your children, adopted or not, in a little house among a lunari village at Targon

But to make this dream true he'll have to make sure you guys, and all the lunari will remain safe from the solari oppression

And only him is able to do that for now

Sett :

He may be a pit fighter and somewhat of a brute his mother raised him very well

Cooking, cleaning, she made sure that if anything were to happen to her and she wouldn't be able to take care of sett anymore he would be able to take care of his own house by himself

When he decided he wanted to marry you he organized himself a dinner with you and his mother, at the end of dinner when you were heading back to your house sett asked his mom what she honestly thought of you, because he was thinking of marrying you

The whole relationship depended on that question, for Sett it was inconceivable to marry someone his mother didn't approuve of, but you were lovely and well behaved so she gave both of you her blessing

Next time Sett took you out for dinner he already had a ring with him a whole cake were supposed to be served as dessert with written on it "will you marry me" and that's when he was supposed to make his proposal, which of course you said yes

Now that Sett is going to be married he wanted you guys to have your own house instead of going to his mom's place since he lived with her or going to yours, with his wealth earned from the pit he bought a almost too luxurious house near his mother's home so he could still be close to her

As stated previously he can help a lot with the chores, and he will

You feel a bit tired? He is running a bath and in a hour dinner will be ready, how does that sound?

He make an effort to be sure to at least come home early and treat you to go somewhere once a week, and another time per week he come home early to have dinner with you and his mother

You mother in law is the sweetest woman ever, you have allergies but she want to make that dish with what's your allergic in it? She is either taking it off for the recipe if possible or straight up cook you another meal altogether

She know by heart your favorite food and she'll be damned if when you come back from dinner at her place you don't come back with some

Usually during dinner Sett sit after you because he bring your chair close to the table as a gentleman should, and if he can he hold your hand during the entire meal

Sett also like to shower you with gift, you're his wife, a member of his family, and you know what he does with his family (except for his dad)? He spoil them rotten ; he know you're not with him for money but he love to see you in these ionian silk outfits

Just like Kayn he grew up without a father and that affected him for a good part of his life, so if he saw an orphan and his s/o and him where talking about having children, he probably wouldn't be opposed to shelter them or maybe even adopting them if the cohabitation goes well

And if his s/o is fem aligned and get pregnant by accident he isn't going to run away like his father did, truth be told he lay even look forward to see if his kid is going to have tiny vastayan ears like he did when younger

The last thing I could say because I can go on and on about Sett as a husband is that now you're granted to come and go to the pit as you please, you need a rest during the day and the pit is nearby? Why don't you come to say hi to your lovely husband, he miss you, you know?

A very good and competent husband altogether

~hope you'll like it~

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leagueoflegendsimagines · 3 years

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Hello, love your work! May I request SFW + NSFW headcannons for Zed?

As a disclaimer, the difference in age between Zed and the reader isn't too great. Around 7 or 8 years - and by the time their relationship starts, the reader is a young adult. Around 20 years old.

Second disclaimer: this is a very long post. I apologize to anon for that.

SFW:

- You met Zed in a very unexpected way and, truth to be told, you never imagined that you two might ever become lovers.

- You became a honorific member of the Order of Shadows because Zed was indebted to your parents. As strong political figures in the world of Ionia, they had helped him and his Order many times - standing by his side from the dark, misty shadows of the councils. Supporting his cause.

- When they died - assassinated, nonetheless - you were heartbroken. But, as their only child, you were sent to the safest place in Ionia: Zed's sanctuary.

- Zed silently mourned the tragic death of your parents. And while he could hardly swallow the fact that such a young girl - barely a woman - would live in his order, it was the least he could do for your deceased mother and father.

- The first time he saw you... he felt a pang of shock and nostalgia. As a child, you looked identical to your mother. But now... now you looked like neither of your parents.

- No, you looked like your grandmother. A woman full of prestige and respect in the whole land. A woman Zed had always respected with his whole devotion. Willing to fight for Ionia until her very last drop of blood - a dignified and incredibly strong woman, both in body and soul.

- Physically, you did look like her. But... ah, yes. The determination and steel in your eyes. Yes, you shared the same spirit as her.

- Maybe that's why Zed took such a high interest in you. Maybe that's why he started, little by little, to care for you more than he should've ever allowed himself to.

- As time passed, you started opening yourself more to him - and to the members of the order.

- You had vowed to avenge your parents, no matter what. You had a strong character - but, at the same time, you were as gentle as the first rays of dawn and as brilliant as the sun of a bright July afternoon.

- You exhaled spring and summer. You were a breath of pure, refreshing air in the dark, hallowed hallways of Zed's home.

- For the order, you were a direct example of the things they were fighting for. In you, they saw every young girl or woman of Ionia, wishing for a brighter and better future - innocent as the melting snow of a late spring.

- Zed didn't keep you under a lock in the order. He would take you to the vast hills, forests and waterfalls to be found outside of the grim labyrinth he dedicated his life to.

- He spent so many hours watching you harvest the bounty of summer and autumn. With a white summer dress and that wide straw hat you would wear you looked like an innocent, sinful delight.

- Zed realized too late that his platonic desire to watch you slowly turned into brewing lust.

- It came to his mind one August evening as he watched you from underneath an old tree. He kept a close eye on you, admiring your sun kissed skin in contrast to the yellow dress you were wearing. It only made everything else brighter. Your eyes, your smile. The rainbow of gentle, soft colors in your hair, shining like precious stones under the sun.

- When he caught the shiver of lust wrecking his body, he recoiled in repulsion.

- Repulsion directed to his own person.

- You were his friends' daughter.

- How could he even think of you as a woman?

- Of course, he was well aware of your beauty. You ravished the heart of one too many disciples. They wouldn't even dare to make a move - you were Zed's most prized protege.

- Not even Kayn dared say anything about you - in his absence or presence.

- After all, Zed had eyes and ears everywhere.

- From then on, Zed became distant. Cold.

- You figured it out fairly quickly. As innocent as you were, you knew the power of your own charms. The power of your youth.

- You didn't have to be a beauty or an incredibly attractive woman - you only had to be yourself. And that was enough.

- Your smile, your youthful energy... it ravished him.

- Oh, how he longed to bask in your light - to enjoy the gentle sun of youth in your presence. You were a sun to him, warming up his calloused heart.

- For your young age, you were incredibly intuitive and sensitive to the energy of those around you. And, of course, you easily felt the effect you had on him.

- After all, it was quite similar to the effect you had on his students. But... it left you confused. Vulnerable. So similar, yet so different.

- Things were different with him. While you wouldn't have minded the shameless flirt with one disciple or another, only to burst into a childish smile full of radiance and leave them yearning for more as you ran outside to play or dance your worries away - with Zed things were so tense and...

- You couldn't really describe it. You didn't know what Zed would do, after all. What would happen if you flirted with him?

- Would he scold you the way he did when you trained with him? Would he accept it? Would he give in?

- You shivered at the thought of how he might react. When he allowed you to go to visit the few female friends you had in nearby villages - always followed in the shadows by him or the guards he assigned you, of course - you would hear so many stories. You had a vague idea of what love meant for a woman. Or... what to expect. But you were too innocent to know the full extent of it.

- Yet, you felt lust. Zed was a dominant and strong man. It was hard not to, as you grew older and older until you reached your ripest moment of youth. It was hard to not observe or admire him with the eyes of a woman.

- One of your friends once called him delicious.

- You couldn't help but agree.

- Your slow dance around each other came to an end one late October evening.

- It had been a cold, rainy day. As such, you spent it inside the Order's headquarters, reading and lazing around with your novels. As you got bored, you moved in silence to Zed's study.

- He knew you were sneaking in - but he never said anything to scold or push you away.

- You were his one guilty weakness, after all. The only one he could afford.

- Zed did it only because he knew you would be safer with him than with anyone else in this world.

- As you sneaked in, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders the way you always did. But this time... this time, things would be different. For a moment, you briefly wondered if he could feel your erratic heartbeat.

- But as no objection came from him, you leaned to look over his shoulder with a hum. "You're working too much." He only answered to you with a soft tap on the paper - a warning.

- With a bold move, you slipped into his lap with an apologetic smile. "You should work less now - and pay more attention to me instead."

- You felt him grow stiff under your soft weight. Surprised. Shocked. Caught unaware. You knew how much Zed hated it - but you couldn't sit around doing nothing. Not anymore.

- "You have grown very spoiled, little sun." You heard him grit his teeth, a low growl in his voice. A very obvious and threatening warning. You were pushing him too far.

- Still, what would happen if he were to break?

- So you did it.

- You shifted your position to a more daring one, your warm thighs enveloping his lap in a bold statement. Maybe this shocked him too much into stillness. Maybe this is why he didn't move in the slightest as you took off his mask - and pressed a soft kiss on his pale, cold lips.

NSFW:

- Unsurprisingly, your action killed Zed inside. He wasn't a person to chase physical pleasure. When he reached a point of frustration, he would find one or two willing women to quench his lust - no emotions, no second meetings.

- But you were different. You were something to be loved and cherished. You were... innocent. Pure.

- Maybe not so innocent - that was his impression as he looked down on you with angry, dilated pupils. As much as you tried to cower under his unnerving glance, as much as you tried to look innocent... you knew it wouldn't work on him.

- You also knew that, no matter what might happen next, you wouldn't regret it.

- You only hoped it would help settle the fire between your thighs, so closely and intimately pressed to his.

- What you didn't expect was the tight grip on your shoulders, pushing you back against his desk until he was above you - a whimper escaping your lips as his hot, throbbing pelvis pressed between your quivering thighs. Your rumpled dress left your legs exposed, vulnerable. It almost made you feel ashamed.

- "I believe someone is feeling their age a bit too much." His heated words, right next to your ear, made your breath hitch. It sent almost painful shivers down your body, warming your flesh down to your toes.

- Even for his solitary life, Zed was still a very experienced man. He was a perfectionist. He would always be an expert in everything he did - combat, reading people or pleasing his partners.

- As such, he knew how to read you like an open book.

- He also knew how to drive you crazy.

- If you wanted him, so be it.

- But he would make you earn it. And he would make you pay for being a little brat with him.

- "Do you think I'm one of my students, little sun? Do you think I'll accept your teasing and let you run away?" He watched you shake your head with a teary daze in your bright eyes. Yes, the lust was getting to you. And as he rolled his hips against you with a strength and force only he possessed, he realized it was getting to his head as well - more rapidly so as he heard your stifled, confused little moan.

- "Or do you want something more? Is that why you've been looking with those hungry eyes at me these past months? Is that why you're more focused on staring at my body than learning proper combat?" Another roll - another moan from your innocent, untouched rosy lips. It sent such delicious ripples of pleasure down his spine.

- "Do you truly want to know how a man feels? Do you think you're prepared for that?" Your spine arched painfully against him - and Zed didn't waste the opportunity to wrap his strong arm around your body, biting down almost painfully on your shoulder.

- You were a shivering mess in his arms, almost crazy with lust and desire.

- And nothing had ever felt more like home than the moment when he filled you so deeply with his cock, driving into you like a man dying of thirst - or the moment you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapped in his warmth and security. Safe. Home.

- He was your home.

- At that point, Zed knew he couldn't let you go. Not until you would push him away mercilessly.

- Until then, he would always be by your side.

- In lovemaking, Zed is a very dominant man. He enjoys your innocence and youth. He enjoys how small you are or how well you fit in his arms. There's nothing he adores more than holding your hands above your head or behind your back, fucking you roughly into the soft and almost luxurious covers of his bed.

- There's nothing he enjoys more than hearing your almost pained moans, feeling you quiver in intense, almost overwhelming pleasure.

- He is quite a large man - but by the time he gives in to your desire, you would be more than ready for him. He always takes his time with foreplay, prolonging it and frustrating you to no end.

- He adores edging you. Bringing you to the brink of orgasm time after time after time - only to offer you, with his cock, the satisfaction you desire.

- You will never feel lacking when it comes to your sex life. And while you do have your own problems, like every couple, Zed has enough wisdom and experience to deal with them in a mature and calm manner - and to show you the way to do so as well.

#league of legends x reader #zed x reader #league of legends #zed

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