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nagazmulagan · 5 months

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TOUCH AND FIGURE IT OUT. 🌊

...i see you even if i close my eyes,

i hear you even if i cover my ears...

lazy intimate times headcannons with some of the heartsteel members. part two for yone only is here.

— heartsteel yone, kayn, ezreal x reader (all separate), smut, suggestive, reader is afab, settled relationship, kinda kpop related activities but only kinda

an: i got so mad today because i was writing ezreal angst but i accidentally deleted it but i want to post soo baaaddd so i wrote this T__T

during the day, they're just handsome idols singing incredibly on stage. but sometimes, after a particularly hard day of working, or after not seeing their significant other for a long time all they want is to be next to you.

— praise kink, overstimulation, overall really soft. i can't portray him of being much of a sex freak, I'd say he's pretty vanilla

he always wants to be his best self - and that includes his work, etiquette and pleasuring you. he spends most of his time training. yone is always affectionate, and when he misses you - it's extreme. expect him to be glued to your neck, placing butterfly kisses down to your chest and back up. his hands also can't seem to stop the feather-like touches all over your body. he's definitely a pleasure dom – before he even gets to cum, you're gonna have to be at least a bit exhausted. he can be glued to your mound for hours and feast on you like a man dying of hunger, if it will mean you'll be entirely satisfied. and it gets him going, too. he just loves you too much, all he wants to do is for you to be feeling as good as he can make you. and expect him to praise you, too. after all, how else can you know how proud he is of you?

"yone", you moaned softly as you tugged on his hair a bit harder, making him finally pull out his tongue of your cunt. how many times did you come already? you couldn't even count. but he surely did. all you know is that you've been waiting for yone to come back home, and suddenly you ended up stripping on your shared bed. he pulled out so many orgasms out of you and he showed no signs of stopping. not that you minded.

"are we done yet, sweetheart?", yone looked at you, placing his chin on your lower tummy, and smiling in a teasing way, and you could just look at him with your fucked-out gaze. "c'mon, dove. i know you can handle one more. be a good girl and i will do whatever you want", he said, placing kisses down to your clit, when he started to attack it with some kitty licks. he's definitely going to overstimulate you, and you know that you are gonna love every second of it.

— hard dom, degradation kink, hair pulling, teasing

kayn and yone have one thing in common - and that is working extremely hard. he knows he's hot and just straight great at everything he'll do, but that doesn't stop him from doing even more, beyond the so-called borders of perfection. he almost everyday comes home late, there's no denying that; but he always knows how to make it up to you. just hint him that you're in the mood and he'll smirk, coming as close to you as possible and whispering dirty words of what he's gonna do with you. he expects you to obey everything he orders you to – as long as it is with your consent. he'll even mix praise with degrading words, just to feel you clench hard on his cock. and when it comes to hair pulling, he likes you to tug at his as hard, as he does to yours.

the whole room was filled with moans, groaning and sounds of skin slapping. kayn was taking you from behind, holding a fistful of your hair in his palm. "such a whore", he breathed, releasing a small laugh from his lips. "you're going to cum all on my dick, right?", kayn asked, not really expecting a reply. you were too busy moaning out his name and babbling words like 'faster', or 'harder', which he obviously heard and did just what you asked, but not before teasing you a bit.

"such a slut. can't even form a singular word properly", he whispered, slapping your skin, making you whimper once again. he grabbed your hair harshly and pulled your head up through it. "but it's okay. all you have really have to say is just my name", kayn said, placing a kiss on your hairline, just to let go of your hair and continue his antics, this time with a brutal, fast pace.

— sub, brat, masochism, degradation, brat taming

ezreal was a simple guy. he talks a lot, makes snide remarks, genuinely committed to being a brat. and his bedroom preferences aren't any different - he'll whimper and say something provocative, just enough for you to punish him. he'll call you mommy if he's extremely desperate, too. he just wants to be taken care of by you. but if you decide that he should be a good boy today and focus on bringing you pleasure, he'll be happy to do whatever you want him to - he has long, slim fingers and he doesn't really know what to do with them, so just tell him to put them inside of you and he will keep brushing over your g-spot. he could do all that on a regular basis, but he's a brat, so he will just put up a fight and wait for you to tame him.

"don't stop", he moaned as you sat on his dick, riding him as there's no tomorrow. "if i knew that remark about one of the hot girls from the staff would make you go so-", he didn't get to finish his sentence as you slapped him in the face, which just made him whimper. you continued to ride him until he was close - and then, you just stopped. he deserves to be punished, after all. how could he think that it was proper to bring another woman into the conversation, especially in the bed?

"no, please, i'm sorry, don't stop", he pleaded, looking into your eyes. he couldn't even stand up, as you've tied him to the bed - he was completely at your mercy. "you know you're the only one who i want on top of me, right?", ezreal breathed, desperate for you to continue what you were doing. he was right, and you knew it - so you just sighed and warned him, continuing to ride him into oblivion, and making a mental note to not let him have his way so easily next time.

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milksuu · 6 months

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𓆩🖤𓆪 Screw Your Bike! 𓆩🖤𓆪

❥ prompt: You hated to admit it but, you were jealous of a damn motorcycle. How was it possible to feel second place to a vrooming object with two-wheels? What did it have that you didn't? A leather seat and a holo-graphic chrome wrap, really? Well, if Kayn wanted to take a ride, he'd have to go through you. Literally and figuratively. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, dom!kayn, dirty talk, bratty behavior, profanity ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!kayn x f!reader

You were going to be in so much trouble. Good. That's where you wanted to be. After being blown off recently, you weren't trying to be nice. If Kayn wanted to keep having fun with his new toy, then he'd have to go through you.

"Where the hell are my keys?" He growled out loud. Frustration igniting that irresistible scowl across his features. "I swear, if Ezreal thought It'd be funny to hide them, then it's going to be funnier when I murder him."

Oh. Poor Ezreal. You hated if he ever took the blame for your misdeed. But your secret wouldn't be kept for long. It was only a matter of time before you were found it. Which, you wanted to be. Very badly.

Kayn asked for your help in looking for the missing keys. You played your part well; sifting through cluttered drawers and couch cushions. After searching the house, it was time to search around the garage.

"Probably left it in the ignition or something," Kayn mumbled to himself, scanning the body of his motorcycle.

You stood a few feet away. Smiling. Watching him wrack his brain about where exactly were those damned keys. It was time to be found out. You bounced on your toes. Jingle Jingle.

That definitely caught someone's attention. Kayn looked up, narrowing his green eye against you. "Did you just...jingle?"

"I don't know. Did I?" You posed with fake innocence. You bounced again. Jingle Jingle. "Mm, maybe I did. I can't really tell. Would you mind finding out for me?”

Kayn’s look spat fire, but his smirk crossed with intrigue. He sauntered over with a sway, and sucked against his teeth. “Clever hiding spot. But kinda uninspiring, don’t you think?”

You merely shrugged. Allowing him to bask in whatever verbal triumph he wanted to display. You had to keep your cool. Especially when he plunged a hand between your cleavage. You held in a shudder. The rough of his knuckles brushed against your nipples during his careless search.

That all-too confident smirk faltered at the ends. But where his ended, your grin began. Nothing was there.

"You were right. That spot was uninspiring." You shook your lower half. Jingle Jingle. "Wonder where else they could be."

Kayn's jaw tightened. You saw the clench of teeth. He didn't liked to be fooled with. The fire that blazed just behind his eyes told you the punishment he wanted to reign. All according to plan.

"You're a damned brat." He said with a bite, tempting to snake a hand up your black mini-skirt.

He almost barked when you gripped his wrist, pinning his hand against your inner thigh. You narrowed your mascaraed lashes against him. "And you're an ass-head. Think I'd be happy with you blowing me off over your supped-up tricycle?"

Kayn glanced from his motorcycle back to you. So, this is what this was all about. You wanted to pick a fight with him over his new toy. Fine, have it your way—but it wasn't going to be the verbal kind. Words were all pointless, meaningless, a waste of time. Fucking things out always worked better.

Kayn slammed his mouth down on yours. You yelped, gripping his wrist tighter. You wouldn't relent, not so easily. When he sucked and nipped at your lower lip, you wrapped your free hand around his neck, grasping for some semblance of control.

Kayn groaned from the slight pressure and claimed your mouth fully. He returned that pressure by gripping tighter against your thigh fat. You were going to let his hand go. Unless you wanted bruises. He wasn't afraid to leave a mark or two on your body. Actually, he preferred it. A reminder of him anytime you undressed.

You whined a moan. The digging of his fingers sending shocks between your legs. You gasped for air, your strength siphoned.

Kayn breathed a shit-winning smirk into your ear. You bit your bottom lip. He thrusted his fingers inside your panty line. Sliding the keys out, the metal jostled and glided against your folds. Wet slicked and coated.

"You're going to pay for almost tarnishing the metal. I don't think you know exactly how much I'd have to cough up to replace them. Nothing you could afford with cash, anyway." Kayn's features darkened, licking the keys clean of your taste.

Oh God. He was such a dick. This is exactly what you wanted. "You're such an ass—"

You cried out when frim hands smacked against your back side, gripping the now tender flesh. Yanking you off your feet, Kayn practically tossed you onto his motorcycle. With your back pressed against the control panel, Kayn settled between your straddled legs. He was going to fuck on you his motorcycle to make a point? Before you could protest, Kayn possessed your lips with a snarl and bite. Goose-bumps rose when you heard the undoing of his jean button and the down slide of his zipper.

"I hope I ruin the leather on this stupid thing," you said, gripping his hot dick in your hand.

Kayn growled and shoved your mini-skirt up to your stomach, snapping your panties to the side. "Ruin it and you're going to be licking your mess off the seat, while I fuck you from behind."

Shit. That sounded so hot. "Screw your fucking bike," you said with a shudder. His fingers swiped against your pussy. Completely drenched for him.

"Don't tempt me with the idea." Kayn took himself from you in his hand, circling your clit with the head of his cock. Slicking it up and down. You writhed, legs shaking against his sides.

Kayn shifted his hips. With his glazed tip, he dragged the length of his cock through your entrance. Your throbbing folds parted, spreading around his shaft. Pushing up to your cervix, he dragged up and back, coating himself with your fluids.

Your hands snatched his shoulders, finding your nails leaving desperate trails for him to take you, over and over and over again. Pleading for him to never stop.

Kayn bent forward, gripping the motorcyle handles. He dipped his head, pressing his teeth against the helix of your ear. "Think you're more exciting than my bike? Then you better purr louder." Bastard!

Kayn slammed inside of you, delivering all of his frustration, hunger and revenge. Taking you like the demon that he inevitably was. You cried out, tightening your legs around him, holding him closer. As if he was your savior and not your actual reaper.

Fuck. You were so hot, tight, and wet. Your walls pulsed and squeezed, making him swell and throb. Kayn gritted his teeth. He almost let himself reach his threshold before you—he was never going to let you fucking win.

Kayn lapped a long tongue across your neck, before diving and sinking a pair of canines into your skin. An apparent mark of his victory. You whole body jolted with pleasure. Your pussy clamped down so hard around his shaft, for a moment, Kayn's vision went black.

You screamed his name. Bucked against him. Coming all around him. Kayn went with you, catching his vulgar groans in his throat as he filled up your insides.

You got exactly what you wanted. Kayne think's he's won, and that's fine. But you were the real winner. He rode you before the damn bike. You smiled to yourself. All according to plan.

#heartsteel #heartsteel x reader #kayn x reader #reader insert #sheida kayn #league of legends #LoL #this is like only my second time writing smut #sorry if its not the best #need to practice so that's what im gonna do haha #ever since i saw the motocycle sex had to happen on it #pls dont judge my fatherless behavior

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duckchu · 6 months

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You guessed it, another Kayn x reader

This time it's smut

Which is my first time writing it so please do give me critique

Idk why but I feel so embarrassed posting this

- My baaaack - You heard your roommate moan as he came back in

- What is it this time, Ez?- you asked, curious about the divas problems

- I had to come by bus and the seats suck.- He pouted. You knew he would much prefer to live with the band already, since he could just relay on them for driving him to places, but as they searched for an apartment, living with you was the next best option.

- And Kayn got kicked out by his roommates, again. So he's gonna have to crash on the couch...sorry- he almost whispered the last part. You were shocked. He told you a lot about this Kayn guy and you weren't really thrilled to meet him, especially if he was going to live with you. But oh well, if he really needed to...

The next day, as you were serving up dinner, you heard a knock on the door. You opened them to see a pink haired man, dressed in a yellow hoodie and jeans. The colour combination of his hair + the top was... intresting but you didn't want to say anything. He quickly said hi to you and went to the living room, where Ezreal was waiting for him. After you two laid down some important rules (which Ezreal said was futile), you three ate dinner and, surprisingly, the conversation came naturally. You asked them about how the band was coming along, which in return they invited you for the shooting next week. After some taking, you said your goodnights and retreated to your room.

You woke up at 2 am, thirsty and noticing that the water bottle next to your bed was empty. You thought about committing serious crimes against Ezreal for not throwing it away when he finished it, but just went to the kitchen to get a new one. On the way there you overheard them talking.

- How did you find such a cute girl~- Kayn said, probably teasing your roomie.

- You just have to be as hot as me- surprisingly, Ezreal didn't fold right away as he usually did when you teased him about anything

- If I had a roommate like that I would - you couldn't hear the end of the sentence because you rushed to your room, not wanting to hear the ending. Well that was...an experience. You were blushing madly as you thought about the finish of Kayn's sentence. You knew this guy for less than 10 hours!

After that day you and Kayn started hanging out more, mostly because Ezreal was just so busy with magazine shoots and commercials. You two just sat around and talked, maybe playing some video games.

Kayn would never admit this, but he started liking you. He really enjoyed your company and felt like you were good enough to match him in insulting eachother (his love language).

Finally, a week went by, and the shoot they invited you for came. You walked in right as Ezreal was almost ran over by a car. That was...an experience. You waited till they were finished, really enjoying the chaos of the mv recording. After that, you wanted to go over and talk to Ezreal, maybe meet with someone from the band, but you were dragged off by Kayn.

He went into the dressing room with you

- We should be alone in here...- he said as he pressed you to the wall, crushing you with his body on yours, his breath hot on your neck as he started softly biting on it

- You want this right?- You were so surprised by this...he...wanted you in this way? You just quickly nodded as Kayn started getting rid of your clothes, first freeing your breasts then going over to your pussy. He pushed your panties to the side and put his dick in. You didn't even notice when he took off his pants. It was sudden and breathtaking. All you could think about was him and you, his lips and hands all over your body, greedily claiming you. You couldn't care less about the other members walking in on you.

That didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were here, back against the cold wall as Kayn fucked you, panting and whispering sweet words into your ear, about how good you were, sometimes changing it up and saying how much of a slut you are, just giving yourself to him like that ~

You felt so good right now...you bit on your hand to try and hold your moans as Kayn pushed in one last time, enough to make you undone as you came, panting and moaning, feeling yourself slide down the wall as he pulled out and came all over your breasts

#help #I'm not good with smut #i'm sorry #league of legends #heartsteel #league of legends x reader #heartsteel x reader #lol #lol x reader #heartsteel kayn #kayn x reader #league of legends smut #shieda kayn #shieda kayn x reader #kayn smut #kayn league of legends #kayn

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league-of-legends-hcs · 9 months

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NSFW Kayn Thingy

Kayn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mind control (ish?)

Just imagine sitting under a tree in the forests of Ionia, watching the enchanted waters flow in front of you, lightly illuminated by the moon that shone beautifully through some clouds.

There was a light chill in the air when the summer breeze whisked around you, the hairs at the base of your neck standing up whenever the gentle whisp touched your skin.

But not only because of that. soft lips were placed on the back of your neck, strong, calloused hands, one feeling a little jagged and a little warmer than the other, were gently holding your forearms... And his scent... God it unleashed a wave of emotions you could hardly describe... You felt at ease and yet excited and on edge..

"I missed you..." His voice spoke into your ear, causing a shudder to run down your spine. "Now I finally have a moment for you, my precious jewel..." The young assassin turned you around to face him, your eyes meeting his. The beautiful orbs were filled with relief and a hunger you could barely describe... Only then you noticed the change that his body had undergone, too mesmerized by the voice that seemed to put you into a trance after such a long time of not hearing it.

His face had a mark, one of his bright blue eyes turned dark... And red.. and his skin... It had turned.. partially black.. "Kayn..." You whispered, shocked... Feeling fear and pity wash over you at once. Your loved one had been... Cursed... Somehow..

"My jewel.. " he raised his hand, the corrupted one, the pain in his voice overwhelming once he had seen the fear in you. You were shivering, unable to move away from him, whimpering a little, now that you had seen the way he had changed... It did scare you. Kayn had changed... His... Aura had changed. "Don't be afraid.." he whispered, the clouds seeming to darken the sky now, the one you had called your love melting into the shadows neatlessly... Yet you could feel the heat of his touch. An almost searing heat. Another voice, deeper and outerworldly seemed to speak from where Kayn stood. "She is drenched in fear... How delectable..."

You couldn't help but jump at it, yelping, but the hand on your face that now grasped your chin kept you quiet mostly. "I'm begging you.." with one swift motion, you were pulled into your lover, feeling his heart beat in his chest erratically. "My jewel I'm begging you.." he began to kiss you now. It was passionate but feverish.. with very rough moments.. as if he was fighting himself. "... Do not cast me away... I promise you, I will.." his hands now wrapped around your body, basically pulling you on top of him, placing you in his lap, "... I will never hurt you. You know that.." there was a hunger in his tone that you could clearly hear.

Something he could really barely control...

But you thought back to your time before he had left on this quest to find a fabled weapon that would make him a Shadow Warrior... And he had never given you a reason to think that he might hurt you.. and to be quite honest, you had yearned for his touch for a while...

"I know, Kayn..." You now cupped his face, the glance of the blood red eye still very unfamiliar to you, and kissed him deeply. You let yourself fall because you still trusted him... You knew that your Kayn wouldn't ever hurt you. You knew that he had excellent self control but this new... Creature that corrupted him seemed to make it physically hurt to be around you... In a way. "What do you need?" The young man closed his eyes and took a deep, shaking breath. His chest rumbled and his mouth moved when the other voice and his own growled "You."

A blush whichs color would make a cherry jealous slipped onto your cheeks, especially when both of his hands found your behind. Instinctively you bit your lip. Kayn however, looking a little dazed when his eyes opened, was still at war with himself. "She's mine, Rhaast!" The man growled, while the voice cackled and then said "Naive child. If I want her, I will have her. You cannot hold me forever."

You were so confused. Embarrassed too. Was someone around? Had Kayn been followed all this time and knew about it? Were you just imagining the voice? Or was it really the creature? "What's going on?" You asked, but gazing into this endless void of his left eye had you dazed as well. "The creature that I am fighting within my body can talk." He told you, half absentminded since his hands had started sliding around the fabric of your loose knotted attire. you hadn't felt the need to put on any underwear since you hadn't expected any company and Kayn was happy to discover that, untying the knot of the fabric that held your clothes together, making your dress fall off of your shoulders, pooling around your thighs.

You should be questioning your sanity, but you couldn't. it was like he had really entranced you.. and little did you know that Rhaast did. Just touching you could corrupt you in such a way... Since Kayn had not nearly mastered containing him as much as he wished.

"I want to feel you." He let you know, sliding his hands along your sides, pulling you right against him, feeling his body against you. Especially the bulge that had formed in his pants.

"I want to feel you too.." you said, your desire spiking now, your body heating up while you kissed him hungrily. In the back of your mind, you could now hear Rhaasts voice too. "Yes.. give into it..." And it seemed so easy... To just do whatever he said. To give into your pleasure. Yet, Kayn took his Time. His normal hand found your core, his fingers working it expertly, having your twitch and writhe on him while he now purred "Grind on me... Be a good girl..."

You felt a shudder run down your spine when he began circling your clit and you obeyed almost immediately, the fabric of his pants feeling incredibly good against your sensitive pussy. You hadn't felt anyone else for such a long time that just his words and fingers could bring you so close to the edge.

Little moans began to slip from your lips, your eyes closed in pleasure and only when his corrupted hand squeezed your chin you opened them to look at him. At this... Dark expression he held at this moment. This joy from seeing you whine and writhe.. yet with something threatening in his eyes.

You were grinding on his thigh, the cold air around you letting you feel even better. It also let you feel the intense heat from Kayns flesh against yours. it almost felt painful, like it would sear your flesh. "Kayn please.." you whined, still holding back your noises as much as you could.

"I want you to come." He almost snarled while now wrapping his hand around your throat, still pleasuring you with the other one, and squeezing lightly, getting you a little dizzy. Now, you sobbed, both hands grabbing onto the darkin flesh that pushed the air out of you. And in your delirious state... Well... You came, croaking out his name while your muscles tightened and then.. went slack. As did his hand, the one at your core wrapping around you, holding you by your back, the other wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you leaned against him. "More..." Rhaast demanded. "That wasn't nearly enough.. I need more!" But Kayn shook his head. "Mine. She's my jewel... Mine only."

Hoookay. Some Kayn x Reader.. do you guys want a part 2 where Rhaast manages to convince Kayn? Or just the normal smexy stuff? Or nothing at all? Lemme know!

#leauge headcanons #lol kayn #kayn league of legends #kayn x reader #kayn smut

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settache · 3 months

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Heartsteel boys (And alune) + what kind of porn they watch

Sett : basic standard 1 on 1 penetration.

K'Sante : those oiled up yoga instructor videos.

Ezreal : pays for weird and personalized dom + humiliation onlyfans content.

Yone : solo masturbation.

Aphelios : hentai, especially eroguro he has watched and played euphoria like a thousand times.

Kayn : really rough fucked up porn and he would force you to watch with him.

+ Alune : has a sectet account for lesbian twitter content.

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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Hiiii!!!!! I've been seeing your posts since i started tumblr, they were awesome! And now i was like, why the fu- i dont follow them!? and here we are. ahem. Sooo there is a mind that hanging in my mind since these days.

The reader has smaller chest than other womans. (Not too small, like c cup). They are feeling sad about it, and asking Kayn (Leauge of Legends- Heartsteel!Kayn) like,

"Baby, are my breasts are...too small?"

I want to see his reaction! And it would be awesome if you could...end it with a smut!

Love ya', i love ur works!!! <3

(It's okay if you dont see this! And sorry for bad grammar, English is not my main language, i am still a leaner!)

Mood cause I'm on the smaller side too.

Pairing: Heartsteel!Kayn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, insecurity, small breasts, kissing, reassurance, cum shot, nipple play

A/N: His eyes remind of Silco and I still don't know how to feel about that.

Doesn't really see where these insecurities are coming from, just cause some women have bigger tits doesn't mean they're better or sexier

Not to him anyway, he is with you isn't he, that should be enough to tell you he finds you plenty attractive

There's no part of you he would change even if he could and you can take that statement and put it in a vault

Odd that his words seem to have no effect on you this time around

If not then maybe his actions can make you see how he sees you, how sexy you are to him

All you need to do is let him show you

You may not have enough to give him a boobjob but he can still rub his hard cock against your soft breasts

And across your nipples too

Kayn smirks down at you as he grabs the base of his cock and presses the tip against one hard nipple to the other, feeling them harden under his cock

Pushes his cock between your breasts so you can have a chance to lick the tip, taste the cum he has for you

Just from your tits, he's already so close

Can't you see how much this simple act is turning him on, you're letting him use your breasts for his pleasure, however he wants and he couldn't be more pleased that you trust him with your body to this degree

As for where he chooses to come, well he thought that would be obvious

Right across your tits, it's why this whole thing started and it's where it will finish, where he will finish

#league of legends x reader #lol x reader #kayn x reader #league of legends imagine #lol imagine #kayn imagine #league of legends headcanon #lol headcanons #kayn headcanons #league of legends smut #lol smut #kayn smut #league of legends x you #lol x you #kayn x you #league of legends x female reader #lol x female reader #kayn x female reader #x female reader

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alteregoapollo · 2 days

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☆🎸*. OneShot EzKayn / KaynEz

. Title: Bored like me

. Status: Completed

. Rating: Mature (Explicit/Smut)

. Word count: 4k

. Posted: 04/27

. About & link below!

🎨 @ lightofkshrewar on Twitter (W/ Permission + The fic is a gift for them hehe)

.*☆ Summary

Ezreal hates Kayn's guts, Kayn wants to be deep in Ezreal's guts. Hatesex go brrrrrr!!!

Made as a gift for @ lightofkshrewar (Lui) my beloved 💜

Read it here ☆.*

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snowberry33 · 2 years

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Stamina & Grace

Ekko/Jinx -- 4712 words

Warnings/tags: explicit smut, minor allusions to abuse, drug use, and toxic relationships, hurt/comfort

Something I wrote for a Tattoo AU made by Grim (@girlshapedmnstr) on Twitter!! After ending a rocky and volatile relationship with Kayn, Jinx runs to her best friend who she's been having entirely unsuspicious tension and on-and-off fights with about her being with another guy. They make up and make out...and more. (Because of course they do.)

Canon discrepancies that aren't explicitly clear in this fic: -- Ekko & Kayn are tattoo artists and sorta rivals (Jinx got her tattoos from Kayn) -- Jinx used to live in Piltover -- Jinx uses shimmer along with Kayn (Ekko does not like this. Obviously)

AO3 Link

Jinx shows up on Ekko's doorstep far into one rainy night; he can't remember the time, he just knows that most of the lights are off and he's already locked up the place, but he's not hesitant to undo his work when he hears frantic rapping on the worn, trembling door. Though he can only see her silhouette through the stained glass, he recognizes the tap of her hands; lightweight, but strong, purposeful.

When he opens the door, the silhouette fills out to a shaking, sobbing Jinx, shining purple-pink tears drawing tracks of eyeliner and mascara down her pale face. The awning above the shop's door shields her from the downpour to no avail, as she's already soaked from whatever journey she's taken to get here. But Ekko doesn't care; he pulls her in the moment she looks up at him, wraps her safe in his arms and lets her sob it all out—the shimmer, the cold of the night, and all the things she came to pour out into him.

Jinx doesn't tell him anything that night—not with her words, at least, but rather the way her fingers claw at him, desperate for something to hold her onto solid ground, and how she nuzzles into the crook of his neck for some trace of warmth, of familiarity.

When she finds the will to walk again, Ekko takes her down to the Firelights' base, gets her some proper TLC. Which, of course, includes snuggling up in his bed, pressed together under his covers—too close for comfort for anyone but them, and certainly for Jinx's tatted up, jacked, and mildly murderous boyfriend who happens to rival Ekko's business.

That is, her boyfriend until the night she showed up at her childhood best friend's door and spent the night in his bedroom.

He'll take that well, sure.

In the morning, after she's taken advantage of Ekko's warm water to wash off the dirt and grime and whatever else of the previous night, she sits on his bed to watch him work; silent with her voice, but the weight of her stare distracting him like the persistent hum of an engine. It's then that he gets the chance to look at her—to really look at her, when she's fresh out of the shower and couldn't be bothered to put clothes on before hovering over Ekko’s shoulder, in that very distinct 'Jinx' way she does. A thick bath towel protects her decency, but leaves a window open to the dents and scratches littering the protective coating that is her skin. The stains of the shimmer and the memories that she can’t wash off in full view without the clutter of gaudy clothing or paint splotches or gunpowder to distract.

Ekko takes it in thoughtfully, the display; shrapnel scars and dark purple veins peeking through their pale, thin shield. But it’s the red trails down her sides and the barely faded bruises that catch his attention, and sparks the question; “Did he… hurt you?”

Jinx looks up, shifts a bit—processing.

“No. No, he doesn’t hurt me, he’s just… You know…” she pauses, waves her hands around incomprehensively. “Kayn.”

Her shoulders fall as it seems she’s lost her vocabulary, and she shrugs the question and all its implications off as she looks curiously and nonchalantly around his room, like the extensive injury on her body is nothing more than another petty inconvenience. He’s not amused when she meets his eyes again. “What?”

“I’m worried about you, Pow, I—”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“I know,” Ekko says, immediate regret falling upon him with a heavy sigh. “I know. I’m sorry, I just…”

He hesitates for a moment, long enough for a thick tension to settle in the air between them—the lingering tension from the weeks prior that’d stuck to them and tracked its way in like mud from the rain outside.

“I can handle myself, you know. I don’t need you to come to my rescue.” Jinx breaks the silence for him, an undeniable venom in her voice.

Ekko reacts to that, but catches himself before he can shoot back that she was the one who showed up banging on his door in the middle of the night after running from her ex. “I know, I know, but fuck, I care about you, Powder, is that a crime—?

“I said stop it.” she growls—and really growls this time; the last warning a feral dog gives before it bites.

That seems to do the trick, as another long pause drags out between them. Slowly, carefully, Ekko moves from his desk and sits beside her on the bed. Jinx watches him the entire time, as if any sudden movement he makes poses a threat, but she does nothing—just stares.

“I don’t wanna be like this,” he starts. Jinx looks him up and down, releases some of the tension in her shoulders. “Look, I’m sorry, really—about everything, I just… it’s been a long time. Things change. Still going through the growing pains, y’know?”

Jinx is quiet. Ekko worries that maybe he’s said something wrong, that she’ll huff at him and tug her clothes back on and walk out the door. But it seems to be an irrational fear as she gives a forced smile.

“We’ve both changed. I get it.” she says, all too vulnerable for a few seconds before her smile turns playful, the Powder—Jinx—that he’s had to grow used to since she’s been back. Her hand creeps onto his knee and pulls her forward. Ekko’s heart skips a beat for a second, and she clicks her tongue. “You’re taller than me now,”

They both laugh at that, melding into the familiar playfulness that comes so easily to them. Ekko notices how she bites her lip when she giggles, and just as he thinks his gaze has been lingering there too long, his eyes have fluttered shut and Jinx's mouth is on his. On instinct, he reaches out to grab her face, and she moans, the smooth skin of her arms looping around his neck as she deepens the kiss. She tastes like sugar and smells clean from the shower, and Ekko can feel the warmth of her breath from the soft pants on his lips.

It's been so long, so many nights daydreaming about what she tastes like, what it feels like to have his hands grace her skin—and seething that someone else took that away from him—that he's too caught up wondering if all of this is even real to notice when they shift positions and Jinx is on his lap, bare thighs settled on either side of his, smooth against the fabric of his pants. Until he realizes that he's getting hard, and fuck , she's grinding on him, slow and purposeful circles against his growing erection as she pushes her body into his and her tongue into his mouth.

The friction makes Ekko groan, which she seems to take as approval as she continues her motions and whines softly into his mouth. He places his hands on her hips—to stop her or encourage her, he hasn't decided. They shouldn't do this. They can not do this. He knows that—she's just broken up with her boyfriend; she's vulnerable, and he's probably pissed—and yet the sugar on her lips is the sweetest poison he's ever tasted, her skin like polished marble under his fingertips practically magnetic to his touch. And the way she whimpers as she grinds down on him, the heat of her cunt seeping through his pants, no doubt leaving a wet spot on the fabric now—fuck, fuck, fuck. This is wrong.

"Jinx... Jinx, what—" he starts once he gets a breath of fresh air, cut off by another low moan when Jinx leans down to suck on his neck instead. "What—what are we doing?"

Bewildered, she slows the motion of her hips to a stop and removes her lips from his neck. Her brow furrows, eyes darting down to Ekko's lap where her naked pelvis sits comfortably atop of his bulge. "...What's it look like?"

"Well, it looks like you're trying to fuck me," Ekko huffs out a breath of laughter and immediately feels the dread sink in when Jinx shifts in his lap. The towel has long since fallen down her shoulders and left her chest partially exposed, but she tugs at it idly at the prospect of rejection.

"You don't want this?"

Her voice is firm enough—she's being practical, polite—but it wavers with confusion and thinly veiled dejection, and Ekko knows what she's really thinking; you don't want me.

"I—" Yes, I do. I want this. I want you. So badly it hurts. "Don't think it's a good idea."

Her skeptical gaze narrows into his, searching him for a bit. Then it clicks. "Kayn,"

"Kayn." Ekko repeats with a heavy sigh.

A sick smile spreads across Jinx's face, a familiar one of amusement that he recognizes from their childhood. He dreads what's about to come out of her mouth but finds relief in seeing her smile, if only for a second, before she buries herself in the crook of his neck.

"You're jealous!" she purrs, warm breath and gentle giggles against his skin. Before he can even protest her accusation, she's in his face again, staring him down with those big blue eyes and lips donned in mischief, dripping mockery. "What's the matter? You worried you won't measure up?"

She puts a notable strain on the phrase as she rolls her hips, drawing a harsh wince from Ekko that melts into defeated laughter.

"I dunno, seems pretty promising," Jinx chuckles, low and husky against his lips before she captures them in hers again.

Ekko puts a hand on her face and pulls her away before they can get caught up again. As much as he wants to let himself lose himself in her, in her taste, in her scent, in between her legs—focus—there's still a problem. "I'm worried,"

She smiles with a soft, amused hum, and cradles his face in her hands. Ekko finds himself leaning into her palm when she runs a thumb over his cheekbone, draws it down to his lips. "Aww... you're chicken."

"Worried for you ." Ekko pulls her hand down, but keeps it in his grip, weaves his fingers with hers. "He'll be pissed; he probably already is. If he takes it out on you—"

"I'm a big girl, Ekko," Jinx cuts him off, sharp and forceful, like a guillotine. In that way she does when she's clearly tiring of his shit. But the hostility melts when she leans down and presses a ghost of a kiss to his lips, replaced by something he can't quite place but raises hairs on his neck when she whispers; "Stop talking about Kayn. I don't want him—I want you."

Ekko's breath hitches as she pulls his lip between her teeth—not hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn't doubt her willingness to. "You're sure? ...You want this, like, really?"

Her answer comes as a deep breath, soft giggles, and a teasingly slow buck against the bulge still painfully prevalent in his cargo pants—he takes that as a yes. Hands clamping down on her hips to guide her motions, Ekko lets instinct take over and indulges; breathing in the scent of her shampoo, letting his hands roam Jinx's back once she's got a steady rhythm of rocking in his lap, and most importantly, absorbing the sound of her moans and pants. The pretty song of her pleasure that only increases in volume as she grows needier and needier, pressing herself into him and whining into his neck. A wordless plea.

"Here, let me—" Ekko says through the haze, right before scooping her up by her thighs and letting her fall back on the bed as he kneels between her spread legs. The towel splays out behind her, now completely useless as she lays exposed to him like she's on display.

And gods, what a display.

With pretty perky tits that he can fit in his palm, blue swirls of ink along her curves and over her hipbone, where under lies a patch of curls surrounding what he's only got a sparse glimpse of when it pressed against his erection.

\With all the scars, the scratches, shimmered veins, bruises, and every little mark and signature that makes her… her—what makes her Jinx. And Jinx is...

Gods, she's perfect.

And Ekko wants to make sure she knows that.

Once he thinks she's getting bored with his ogling he descends on her, pinning her with his body as he subjects her to a relentless string of kisses from her lips, along her neck, her collarbone, and down to her chest where he takes one of her pierced nipples in his mouth, curling his tongue around the tiny barbell. She gasps into a shaky, sighing moan as her hand makes it into Ekko's hair and curls around his locs. One hand goes to tease her other nipple while the other trails down her side, slowly, dragging it out til he reaches her thighs and slides between them. With a pleading whine and a roll of her hips against his hand as affirmation, he slowly runs his fingers along her folds, only lightly brushing her clit but earning a nice sharp inhale every time he does.

He detaches from her nipple just to see the look on her face—her half-lidded eyes glazed with a look of need that he's never seen from her before, but makes it a priority to see more of; her lips pointed down into a pout that asks why he's stopped, pleading for more, for him to touch her, fuck her, please her—and to see the noticeable twist in pleasure when he rubs her clit more pointedly, in quick but precise circles to make her writhe under him.

"You're stunning, you know," Ekko says in a low growl, lips brushing her neck where he plants a few gentle kisses and then trails up to her ear. He doesn't quite know where the words come from, but sweet talking seems to come naturally, and definitely gets her worked up—something that awakens a competitive streak in him. "Did he ever tell you that? How gorgeous you are?"

Jinx doesn't answer him with words, but with laughter that melds into a long whine as she throws her head back into the mattress. All attempts at a response lost to the pants and moans spilling from her throat, she only musters up the word 'please', and when that proves ineffective, she clamps her hand around Ekko's wrist and moves it down to where his fingers grace her entrance. He pauses at the interruption, but the message gets across. With the lustful look in her eyes his confirmation, he slides a finger inside her, then two, and works up to a steady pace of finger fucking her that makes her back arch as she cries out to the heavens and rolls her hips into his hand to meet his movements.

It's fucking mesmerizing, watching her in the throes of ecstasy, sanctifying his sheets with the sweat rolling off her bare skin. Makes him wonder who could ever take such a sight for granted, should she choose to give them that privilege. He realizes in that moment that no, he's not worried about "measuring up" to Kayn; he wants to outdo him; fuck her better and with the passion of 7 years of unspoken love that he can never take advantage of her giving herself to him again and he can seethe about how he never loved her right to really earn her.

He's so focused on squeezing every bit of pleasure out of her that when she clenches around his fingers, he only pushes in harder and uses his other hand to hold her steady as she thrashes about, pale knuckles curled tightly around the sheets.

Voice strained and desperate, Jinx murmurs under her breath; "Ekko—Ekko, please—please, I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum—"

"Good, good..." he coos, dipping into her neck to get the most from her pretty sounds and litter her skin with his kisses, hoping to replace the bruises from the night before and give her some that she can be proud of. "Come on, baby. Cum for me, beautiful."

All it takes is a bit more force—one more push against the sweet little spot inside of her—for her to fall apart with a resounding cry and collapse shaking on the mattress. Ekko slows his movements, letting her ride out the high until it seems like she's spent, and then pulls his fingers out of her, now covered in the creamy white fluid of her arousal. There's still the towel, but when she reaches out to caress his face, dazed and blissful, he decides to clean it off with his tongue instead—make a show of it for her.

That makes her erupt in joyous giggles as she pulls his face down to meet hers. He can't gauge her reaction to the taste of herself on his tongue, but he hopes it isn't too unpleasant as he follows her lead into more messy, needy kisses.

"Figured you'd be good with your hands, but I didn't know you were that good," Jinx quips as soon as she breaks away from him.

Ekko huffs in amusement, burying his head in the crook of her neck while her hands tread his hair. "C'mon, don't placate me."

"I'm serious!" she laughs—not just mischievous or mocking chuckles, but pure, untainted laughter—as she gives him a little slap on the arm. It's not visible, but the lilt of her voice gives away the smirk on her face so clearly Ekko can picture it in his head. "You know, making me cum like that is deserving of a reward."

"Oh, yeah?"

Her smugness is, apparently, contagious, as he smiles against her neck and then lifts his head up to see just the smirk he was expecting—like déjà vu—with her bottom lip curled under her teeth as she looks him up and down.

"Mm, yeah," is all she says before she goes in for the kill. As soon as she's got his lips trapped in hers, she's all hands; reaching under his shirt, feeling every inch of warmth his skin offers, and sliding over his crotch to bring to attention the fact that he's still painfully hard—watching the girl of your dreams cum all over your fingers will do that to you.

Luckily for him, she makes quick work of his belt and uses the advantage of him being distracted to switch their positions so that she's hovering over him, hand down his pants and lips still interlocked. Until he finds the room to groan at the touch that he's been holding out on himself—slim fingers gently running up and down his cock—and gives her a chance to make fun of him.

And she does, of course. Not too brutally, but with something like a pitying chuckle as she watches him struggle to keep his composure. "Jeez. Excited, much?"

He doesn't have the strength to quip back before she's pulling his shorts down, taking his boxers with them, and leaning between his legs, lips dangerously close to his tip.

Instead of what he shamefully admits he wants her to do, she wraps a hand around his cock experimentally, glances up and down like she's looking for something, and then lets a sly grin spread across her face when it seems she's satisfied with the results of her inspection.

Slowly, hand still wrapped around him, she meets his eye level, and something in her stare is absolutely terrifying in the most intriguing way that only she can achieve. The voice that comes out of her mouth is low, a level of sultry he didn't know she was capable of, and makes him feel things in all the right places.

"How long have you been waiting for this?"

It's a simple question. One that shouldn't make him as dizzy as it does, but pinned under Jinx's stare, it feels damning, and he can't come up with an answer to save his life.

She rephrases—"How long have you wanted to fuck me?"

This time, the question comes with a slow drag down to the base of his cock that makes him shudder. Slumped against the headboard of his bed, helpless against her interrogation, he meets her eyes.

"How long have you been back in town?"

That seems to be the correct answer, as she gives a coy giggle and pushes his legs apart. She settles comfortably atop his thigh, nuzzling into his side as she strokes him, starting with gentle rubbing with her fingertips—testing the waters, tease him a bit, drink in the soft, needy growls in the back of his throat—and eventually taking the whole thing in her hand. Her pumps are slow and gentle, yet firm, and speed up just a bit as pre-cum leaks from his tip to lubricate her movements.

"You must've hated it." Jinx starts in a whisper, raising hairs on Ekko's neck. He's too hazed to ask what she's talking about, but she clarifies for him; "Seeing me with someone else, wanting me all that time."

Right. That. The bitter, angry part of himself that he always pushed down, but always came bubbling back to the surface. The part that hated how much they'd grown apart over the years, how different they'd both become, and channeled the hurt into spite. The one that he'd let slip only moments ago when he'd taken a hit at her ex, and maybe, unintentionally, at her for dating him. It's only fair she'd turn that stunt back around on him.

Yeah, it sucked to see her tangled up in this guy who she barely knew when Ekko was standing right there and she couldn't see how much it hurt to be snubbed while he watched her get worse, collecting scars and scratches and drowning the natural blue in her eyes with that vile substance.

But neither of them wants to think about that now. When she describes it—with her lips against his ear, warm skin against skin, and her hand carefully drawing him closer to climax, but not too close—she leaves out all the anger, the fights, the nasty words thrown back and forth, and shines a light on the parts neither of them spoke about. The blind spots, the shameful moments alone in the dark. And her voice in that godforsaken tone makes them sound absolutely filthy.

"You wished it was you, huh? Every time you saw us? I know you did—I saw you too. Part of me made sure you did, to piss you off." she continues speaking over Ekko's husky moans and sighs, not even waiting for an answer. He knows she doesn't want one. It's all rhetorical, all part of her little game to get him riled up and he'll be damned if it isn't working. "You get off to that, imagining yourself in his place? Touched yourself thinking about it? About taking me from him?"

If her voice in his ear wasn't enough, reverberating through his body and raising pinpricks on his skin, Jinx rolls her hips, still so wet and warm as Ekko can now feel with her pressed against his bare thigh. There's a pause in her sinful rambling where she takes a sharp turn in her demeanor, only for a second, as she grabs his chin to face her, and he takes a moment to realize she wants an answer this time. It comes as a simple nod and a stuttered, barely audible 'yeah' which, upon hearing, she drops the tough act. She runs her hand over his cheek and into his hair.

"It's okay, me too," she goes on, now with her forehead pressed to his and slowly grinding against his thigh, gracing his lips every once in a while but never sealing the deal. "It feels dirty, right? Like you're doing something wrong? I tried not to—not to think about you but I just couldn't help it. Even when he was fucking me sometimes, I'd imagine it was you instead."

That hits a nerve somewhere inside of him, something twisted and spiteful that he knows he shouldn't indulge in, but fuck, it feels so good. She feels so good with her hand working him just right, getting herself off on him, and reciting sickly sweet nothings like some kind of erotic poet. He swears to every god he can think of that it's the hottest thing he's ever witnessed.

"Holy shit, Jinx," he strains, now having to put a bit more effort into holding himself up on his elbows as she picks up the pace on his cock.

"Yeah?" she presses her lips against his neck, panting hot on his skin. "Are you gonna cum?"

"I—fuck, yes—I'm so close—"

"Do it inside me."

She says it with no hesitation and so fast that Ekko almost doesn't hear her, and he runs through the thought process of actually registering what she's just said and how it's incredibly sexy and they definitely can't do that, but they're already here and she's already slowed down, and he's about to cum and wants to fuck her so badly and—

Without thinking about it, he pulls her into his lap again, positioning her right over his dick, but pauses. They lock eyes for a second, both panting and sweating and desperate for each other, and it's like something's clicked. Something that's been dormant for so long that neither of them can really place it, but it's overwhelming, drawing their lips together as Ekko helps Jinx take every inch of him inside her. And it lingers as they thrust and grind together and as Jinx clings to his hair and stifles her sounds in his neck, and as her warmth clenches around Ekko's cock and overcomes him and he releases inside of her and they finally collapse, damp and breathless, together as one for a few blissful moments.

It takes a while to recover, and in the meantime, it's quiet. Just the two of them in the aftermath, basking in the inimitable glory of it all. Jinx's loose hair falls over her shoulders and splays out over her chest, sparsely covering her nipples—not that she's keen to. She almost falls asleep on Ekko's lap before he nudges her a bit, drawing out a soft "hm?"

"I... You know I love you, right?" he says, pushing some of her hair out of her face to get a glimpse of those blue eyes that make him so weak for her. "I mean it. I don't know why it took so long to say it, but I do."

Jinx cracks a smile, wraps her arms around him like a koala bear and simply giggles, lighthearted and airy. "You're so stupid,"

A pause—she’s quiet again. Then she pipes up.

“I love you too,”

It’s small, murmured in the crook of his neck, but that’s how he knows she means it; she doesn’t say these things lightly. Ekko breathes in deep with the affirmation he didn’t know he’d been seeking for so long. He clutches her close like she’ll slip out of his hands and fall away if he lets go, runs his hand over her arm, feeling the curve of her muscles.

“Do you wanna stay here for a bit?” he asks. She nods wordlessly, and Ekko gets the impression he doesn’t have a choice anyway as he notices her soft snores.

With the rain outside settled down from last night’s storm but still notably present, and Jinx nestled in his arms with her smooth skin against his, he feels an almost unsettlingly unfamiliar sense of peace wash over him. But it doesn’t raise suspicion. He doesn’t feel the need to check the locks on his doors or windows, and only one prevalent thought occurs to him;

Yeah, he could get used to this.

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