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ez 🌱

#ezrealselfies #I really really love how he's drawn here #the hands and the smile and the bright lil eyes... that's my boy!!!! #the sleeves being at different lengths was genius omg AAAA

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☆ — When his previous record fell through, leaving him out in the rain after the flop of his album, Ezreal was afraid that was it. He was afraid of slipping into obscurity again, of being the kind of person where people ask 'Remember him? Where did he go?' The thought of being cast away like so many times before was enough to bring startled tears to his eyes. The anxiety was stifling, choking him, but then he met Sett and as they talked, Ezreal's passion sparked again. Now, lying with the Ahri combing her fingers through his hair, it's hard to imagine he ever felt such despair.

He's on top of the world, and Ahri is right there with him.

Ezreal grins, sliding an arm beneath her head, like he's more comfortable than her perfect pillows. "Well, between me and Kayn, nothing about this party's gonna be boring. But K'Sante and Lio are the ones in charge of decoration. Apparently they don't trust the rest of us..." A roll of his eyes, but Ezreal's grinning, his fondness for his bandmates unmistakable. "So I'm gonna show up later, let them do all the annoying work. Between the six of us, we've got some pretty good connections, so there'll be a lot of big names there, but I think you'll be stealing the show..."

A pause, where he looks over at Ahri, seeming to really see her for the first time since he woke up, drinking in the sight of her beside him, smiling at him, believing in him. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone. Kayn's gonna pee himself when he sees you." And then, more serious, "I'm really glad you're here with me. I mean — not just, in bed, though that's nice too, but like — you know. With me with me."

like a dream, she has built her own paradise, a haven away from the world beyond, where all is tranquil within the gates of solitude that is her home. where the air is still and the sun shines its gentle glow upon her skin as it crests above the horizon, she feels a peace here that she cannot anywhere else. looking upon ezreal's face beside her, too, cements this state of blissful warmth into this realm of forever pressing into the rivers of her mind. it smells of autumn, of the cinnamon and cloves and spiced orange from the candles that burned just the night before. ahri admires ezreal's face quietly when his head begins to rise, and she swears her heart stutters and her stomach leaps at the sight of his smile.

her hand remains, though now it drifts back and forth, lithe fingers running through his hair again and again, with the tips of her fingers brushing lightly against his scalp before the pads press down to massage gently into his head. ezreal's excitement is palpable, bleeding off every twitch of his mouth that bursts into a grin, and ahri could hardly contain her own happiness when she drinks in the radiance of this moment. no one's dreamt of this moment more than each tireless soul within heartsteel, but ahri has been cheering and championing for them from day one.

a bell of laughter passes between soft lips, a sweet melody in the morning light. " ez, i wouldn't miss it for the world, " ahri finally answers, smiling just as wide. her eyes widen ever so slightly when she notices he's gotten just a touch closer, but it only earns him a look of fondness unfurling over her face. she lowers her hand from his head, and her fingers dance and glide down his arm until she's wrapped her own around his frame. " in that case, you're stuck with me until he does. you can tell me all about the plans for the day, and i'll make sure it's perfect for all of you. "

#heartate

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⋆ — There's no way Ezreal could be mad at her. Not when she turns the phone towards him. Truly, he doesn't think there's a man on the planet who could resist the sight of puppies bobbing for apples, especially when it's being shown to him by the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Ezreal's eyes light up, eyebrows pulling together, and he snuggles closer to get a better look. "Oh! Look at their tails, Lux, please. They don't even know what they're doing but they're happy to be there..."

Then, once he's seen his fill, Ezreal's eyes lift to hers, his smile warm like honey from sleep. Normally, a farm would seem like a whole lot of work, but with her? Ezreal thinks he could he happy doing anything as long as she's by his side. "A puppy? We need at least two, or they'll get lonely. We could live in the forest, trees all around us with a huge yard for them to play in, and the biggest catio you've ever seen. I've seen enough people build them on tiktok — we could do it, easy."

Ezreal's always been afraid of the future. He's afraid of the expectations — of who his parents want him to be, of the white-picket-fence life that the world expects him to settle down into. He's afraid of getting old, of getting complacent, of the aches and pains that'll stop him from doing all the things he loves, but when he imagines Lux alongside him, Ezreal thinks it might not be so bad.

Brushing the hair from her face, Ezreal leans down to kiss her sweetly, then presses another to her shoulder, enjoying the warm feeling of her skin against his. "But the big question, babe. Do you want chickens, or cows?"

replying to @essence-flux-primed from here after nearly 3 years oops i'm sorry. don't we love the new post editors

sunlight dapples upon her skin and illuminates her honey blonde tresses in such an ordinary way that's unlike any other morning, except today, a different veil of comfort, peace, and warmth envelop her with ezreal by her side. for once, it's just the two of them. it's a small and quaint run - of - the - mill motel with peeling wall paper and carpet stains and tattered blinds with one even crooked and askew, but it doesn't matter to her because right now, it's the most special place in the world, simply for the fact that she's happy with the man she is so hopelessly enamored with. there is no one like him in this world. lux thinks he's remarkable, and each day she's with him is a new, exciting adventure that leaves her heart racing and filled with confidence and daring, exhilarating joy.

her family feels so strict, sometimes, and she knows they'd never approve of ezreal, but she doesn't care.

lux peers over her shoulder, breaking contact with her phone's screen for a moment, smiling soft and low in the blooming radiance coming aglow over her face marveling the light pouring in. " good morning, handsome, " she greets in return, turning even further so that she can stretch up and press a sweetened kiss to his lips. she brings her arm over to excitedly show ezreal her phone. " i knooooow, but, look! " she's on tiktok, of course, and on her screen is a horde of puppies trying to bob for apples. " aren't they cute? " there's such gentle innocence written across her countenance as she briefly looks back at her phone. she breathes in a quick breath, giving a slow pause before she finally speaks up again. " i was just thinking about how nice it'd be if we could have a puppy or like five cats, some day. we could have a farm! "

#prismalit #I'm redoing tags later <3

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i'm gonna show you how this italian amor is gonna love you harder than ever before — all is fair in love [ ... ] honey, are you coming?

‎‎‎‎— ‎‎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ezreal & lux, written by R and Rina ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

#WAAAAAAA RINA THIS IS PERFECT..... OUR KIDS........

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if rina's on lux then I have to be on ezreal. that's the law.

#and that means ezreal will be making eyes at both crownguard siblings. sorry

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☆ — It feels like a dream, and indeed he's drifting between sleep and reality, somewhere where they blur together. Add that to the weightless feeling her bed gives him and you have a perfect recipe for a comfortable, perfectly content Ezreal. He cracks his eyes open just a bit, but decides that if this is a dream, he'd rather not wake up just yet. To say he's been working hard is an understatement —he's earned this rest, and he's even ignoring his phone to get it.

There's one thing, of course, that Ezreal can't ignore, nor would he want to. When Ahri runs her fingers through his hair — cut and dyed to perfection — Ezreal lifts his chin, lips parting in a soft sound of protest (or pleasure) before his eyes finally blink open. They're pinched and soft against the light, and the corner of his lips pulls into a pleased sort of smile before she speaks. When she does, of course, Ezreal groans and presses his face back into her cloudlike pillow. "Don't remind me," he complains, as if he didn't babble happily for ages the night before about how excited he was. It's no secret that he's poured his heart and soul into this group, and how much it means to him after struggling with his last label. When he next lifts his head, he's smiling — one that meets his eyes and lifts his cheeks. Real and excited.

"You're gonna be there, right? Ahri, pleeeease. Everyone's been working so hard, it'd be so cool to have you there too." His smile is replaced with surprise as he says, "Oh!" and reaches for his phone, quickly checking the time and any new messages before he flops back down on the sheets, maybe a little bit closer to her than he was before. "I've still got time. Sett's been texting me all morning, but he can wait! I'll move when Phel wakes up."

@essence-flux-primed, just because ♥

common love isn't for us — wise words she's listened to on repeat for far longer than she should have dared, but it rings all too true, doesn't it? in this life of stardom, unending radiance even beyond the cameras and their ever prying eyes, they are always watching, waiting, dying for the next scandalous and salacious detail to plaster all over the front page of every magazine. it never meant anything, at first, and it was never meant to extend beyond playing pretend to play the part of the perfect couple everyone dreamed of waltzing down red carpets with smiles wide and blinding, even in the face of the brightest stars in the sky and the moonlight aglow just above. it was only meant for publicity, to catch them the attentions of every busybody willing to hear them out for free press on their music, the brand of simply who they are.

but, for as charming and alluring as she is, ezreal is infectious and pulled her within his grasp. she doesn't quite remember the moment the shift in the balance of the world changed, but one day, she woke up and ezreal's smile was the most beautiful thing in the world. molten gold, an unspeakable warmth that presses upon her skin with a comfort unlike anything she's felt before, he is the sun manifested into one brilliant soul.

ahri rolls over in her bed, covers wound tight around her to keep warm from the morning chill. at long last she's allowed him to stay over in her own private home, and for once, she hadn't banished him to her living room sofa. the ears atop her head wiggle, and she smiles down at ezreal before she runs a hand through those sea - green locks. " you know, " ahri starts, voice as soft as a gentle breeze, " if you don't wake up soon, you're going to miss your release party. "

#heartate #I come up with a h/s verse tag challenge

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his wiggles....

#he's so baby... #ezrealselfies

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it's the way riot really held me at gunpoint and told me I had to be active on ALL my blogs

#except shen. he may rest #am I getting caught up in the hype? maybe.

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Birthday gift for @essence-flux-primed <3

#THIS IS SO CUTE I HATE YOU!!! #look at little matt............. #:katsob: #ezsuo #ezrealselfies #keep forever

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everyone say happy birthday ezreal

#A DECADE!!!!! #ezreal really grabbed hold of me and did not let go

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⋆ — "Ah!" He can't help it. One moment Ezreal's being bratty, absolutely simpering for a bit of punishment, and the next his boyfriend is filling him so completely that it takes Ezreal's mind a moment to catch up. His mouth his open, his eyes tipped back with pleasure, and his thumbs press hard into Yasuo's skin as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine. Ezreal inhales through his nose as Yasuo pulls out, biting down on his own lip like he's trying to be quiet (like either of them care if someone figures out what they're doing).

As Yasuo pulls out, Ezreal's eyes roll down, still biting down on his grin as he takes in the sight of his lover's strap. If he'd been told when he first met Yasuo that they'd end up like this, he'd be ... well, perhaps not surprised, but definitely excited. Ezreal normally loves taking the lead, being the one to control the pace, but when he finds someone he really trusts, someone who won't treat him differently when they've seen him really squirm, Ezreal likes letting go from time to time. And when Yasuo jerks in again, making Ezreal's spine straighten and his carefully sealed lips drop open in an "Ohhh," Ezreal knows he's made the right decision.

"Fuuuck," he groans, slow as Yasuo's pace. He knows they'll speed up before they're done, but right now this is more than enough to get his chest heaving and his fingers twisting in Yasuo's hair. When his lover leans in, Ezreal tips his head to the side to allow more room for Yasuo's delicate kisses. He wants Yasuo's mouth, his tongue and teeth, but the butterfly kisses make him shiver all the way down to where they're joined.

And then Yasuo leans in and whispers right in his ear and Ezreal gives a little tug of his hair, as if to remind him who's got the leash, even when it doesn't look like it. Yasuo is treading dangerously close to good boy territory, which they both know will only make Ezreal act up more. His mouth is open, tongue behind his smiling teeth, and he lifts his chin when he tugs Yasuo's head back to look down his nose at his lover. The look on Ezreal's face is utterly lewd, laced with suggestion, even when he rolls his hips to take Yasuo in deeper of his own accord.

For a second, it looks like Ezreal's going to issue a warning, but instead he sinks his fingers into Yasuo's hair and releases the pressure on him. "Keep talking," he says instead, tipping his head to offer the other ear. "Did I make you jealous, big guy? You want everyone to know I'm yours?" Yasuo thrusts in again, and Ezreal's lashes flutter, but he keeps his composure. "C'mon, you can give me more."

Maybe the desperation had really begun to get to him-- the need to absolutely dominate his boyfriend till he was a mess, completely distracting him from how much of a brat Ezreal could really be. How could he forget… A sneer is thrown his lover’s way as Yasuo bucks into him harshly. The gentleness he’d exhibited before only faintly traced in the way he holds his thigh. Tortuously slow, he draws himself back out of Ezreal as he relishes in the way blunt nails press into his shoulder. He looms over his boyfriend, pressing him further against the stall wall as Yasuo continues the mismatched pace he’d set up. Two could play this game.

Part of the rhythm he adopted mimicked the bassline of the song that was being played just beyond the walls of the bathroom, using it to disguise the obscenities they were conducting merely feet away from other clubbers. Though Yasuo was biding his time for just the right moment to completely unravel Ezreal, instead leaning closer to press kisses against the skin he’d marked on his neck earlier to punctuate a rather rough thrust. A devilish little grin playing on his lips between the peppering of each delicate press of his lips against his boyfriend’s skin.

How fucking delicious it was for him to be so close to his boyfriend this way, taking him so well. It wasn’t unlike Yasuo to not enjoy the moments Ezreal bent-- letting the leash he had on him go and allowing him to go wild. Between each gentle kiss against bruised skin he can’t help but catch glimpses of the way he bucked up into Ezreal. It was almost dizzying for him-- euphoric really. A sharp exhale with another rough thrust coming mismatched with the perfect little cover Yasuo had worked so hard to keep. But god he really can’t help himself when his boyfriend looks this good getting fucked by him.

Gentle trailed kisses turn messy as he traces up his neck and along his jaw, Yasuo pressing his forehead against Ezreal’s with a soft grunt. “God you’re so perfect--” The words come almost breathlessly, his pace faltering again before he reels it back in, desperately at that to try and keep their escapade to themselves. But still, Yasuo can’t help himself when he leans further and whispers into his lover’s ear, the smugness dripping off every word. “Look at how well you’re taking me, like you were made for it.”

#ionianwanderer #nsfw text #modern au

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⋆ — Yasuo pauses and it's torture, because Ezreal doesn't care if someone sees them — he doesn't even care if someone peeks through the crack and sees him so compromised. All he cares about is getting more of what Yasuo's giving him (and he'd be lying, too, if he said that the thought of someone peeking through and seeing them like this didn't make his dick twitch). The word needy is groaned into his ear and Ezreal whines, high-pitched, as if to demonstrate just how true Yasuo's words are. His whole body tenses, tight as a wire, when Yasuo curls his fingers, and he holds the tension for a few beats even after he pulls out.

"Fuck," he hisses when his body relaxes, eyes trailing down to Yasuo's pants parting to reveal what he's keeping inside. Ezreal grins, exhaling heavily through his teeth as Yasuo finally pulls his arousal out and lets Ezreal take a proper look. "Babe..." While Yasuo is wrestling with the lube, Ezreal is stroking his fingers over Yasuo's stomach, following the line of hair down his abdomen and back up, marvelling at how hot his boyfriend is. He's never been good at waiting, though, and by the time Yasuo is touching himself, Ezreal's already at his neck, eyes low to watch the performance while he presses grinning kisses down the pulse in Yasuo's neck.

For someone who's usually ready to fight Yasuo for every inch of dominance he gets, Ezreal is unusually pliant beneath his grip, letting his thigh be hiked up, even adjusting his weight so he can hang more comfortably off Yasuo. Though his eyes are devilish as ever, letting Yasuo do most of the work of getting them slotted together, his body is soft and yielding, only tensing up when Yasuo starts to push in. "A—ah..." The sound is soft and sweet, barely audible beneath the music, but the smile on Ezreal's lips and the haze in his eyes speak louder than words.

In the bathroom. People come and go as Ezreal sinks slowly onto his boyfriend, and the sound of their footsteps only feed into how fucking hard Ezreal is right now. Yasuo whispers a command and Ezreal sinks his teeth into his own lower lip, because if Ezreal is anything, it's disobedient in the face of authority. His nails dig into Yasuo's shoulder and his breathing comes harsh and excited, but even when Yasuo bucks up into him — always so gentle, something Ezreal appreciates even when he's this desperate — Ezreal makes barely an "mh," of approval. Because Yasuo told him to speak up and say his name, but he forgot the one cardinal rule of bossing Ezreal around, which is, of course —

"— Make me."

God… Insatiable wasn’t quite the word that Yasuo wanted to pin on his boyfriend right now but it surely felt fitting. With each move Ezreal made to rock back against his fingers, he was sure to angle them in a way that would wind his lover up further. Coaxing all those sweet little intoxicating noises from him-- music to Yasuo’s ears and rocking his very core just the same as the bass that would come and go each time the bathroom door swung open. Something that surely wasn’t going unnoticed by him. Another light chuckle tumbles past his own lips, ones seemingly permanently parted by a smug grin the further he works into Ezreal. 

He really only pauses when someone walks a little too close to the stall where they’d taken up residence. Briefly breaking him out of the trance he’d fallen into with his lover, only to be dragged back in when Ezreal manages to form a sentence again. Gorgeous… Never admitted how much he loved hearing his boyfriend call him that. A heat began pooling within him that he knew if he didn’t oblige to Ezreal’s little request the dynamic of this would surely shift-- and he couldn't have that, not tonight.

“So needy--” It’s whispered all low and sultry back into his boyfriend's ear. He chooses to reward him (or perhaps punish him, who really knew) with a curl of his fingers before easing them back out of him as gently as he could manage. Enjoys the moan he dragged out of him with that a little too much. Yasuo presses a trail of small kisses against Ezreal’s ear and temple, almost as an apology for having to once again pull away just enough to prepare himself now.

He can feel the way Ezreal watches him as he unbuttons his jeans quickly, hastily pushing them down just enough to have them bunch below his hips. The form filling out his underwear is undeniable, like he’d planned to put it to use the second they set foot in the damn club in the first place. Yasuo briefly takes a moment to adjust himself: slipping his arousal free in a way that it’d be both secure and supported, followed by the second lube packet being torn open (desperately at that…) and making a show out of touching himself.

It begins to fall into place quickly; the way Yasuo hoists his lover’s leg up by his thigh for easier access, with his other hand he’s holding himself still before shallowly pressing into Ezreal, and once he feels comfortable enough with how far along he’d gotten he grips onto his boyfriend’s hip for the leverage he’d eventually need. "Don't play coy now, I wanna hear you say my name--" Another cheeky remark whispered harshly towards his boyfriend. The entire time Yasuo is watching Ezreal closely, partially for his own pleasure but also for any discomfort-- especially when he gently bucks up into him to begin testing how far he can push right now.

#ahem... #ionianwanderer #nsfw text #modern au

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ezreal I love you to pieces

#BOY SPOTTED #from the lor card #HIS FACE....

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thanks tumblr

#this gave me a chuckle today #but it's the ezreal barbie movie one that tips me over

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also, he'd sing this song

ezreal would be a ken in the barbie movie if he was real. not the ken, but definitely a ken.

#this is part of the soundtrack in the game at work and I'm obsessed with it

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ezreal would be a ken in the barbie movie if he was real. not the ken, but definitely a ken.

#he'd be one of those celebs who show up for a 30 second musical number #and he'd be in a bunch of promotional material but ultimately inconsequential yk

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⋆ — "Hnnn," is the first noise that escapes through Ezreal's teeth when Yasuo's finger traces up the bottom of his thigh. He's ticklish — that's no secret — but the promise of that touch is enough to shoot pleasure right up his spine, too. Yasuo telling him to be good makes him want to act up, but the familiar crinkle of a packet of lube keeps him in check for now. Even when Yasuo pulls away to do his work, Ezreal keeps his arms around his boyfriend's neck, keeping him and his delicious voice as close to Ezreal's ear as he can get away with.

He pants, hungry, lifting his head from the wall to tilt it down, sharp eyes opening just enough to watch Yasuo's work, to catch his gaze and hold it with suggestive blues. Yasuo opens his pants and Ezreal's arousal springs free. Ezreal left shame behind long ago — he has no qualms touching himself with Yasuo watching — but he leaves it alone for now, letting its angle speak for itself. He whines as his hips squirm, and parts his lips to pant when Yasuo adjusts his position just so.

It's Yasuo pushing a finger in that finally makes Ezreal sigh, heavy and pleased, lashes fluttering closed as Yasuo starts to move. "Ah..." Fuck, he can still hear the club, loud when someone pushes the door open and then muffled again, voices filling the space each time. Each time it reminds Ezreal that they're not alone, that if he can hear others, they can hear him, and —

"Aaah..." His voice is thin, watery with pleasure as Yasuo works him the way he knows Ezreal likes. He tightens his arms around his lover, pulling him in so Ezreal can breathe hot against his ear, press kisses to the thin skin and moan low where only Yasuo can hear it. "Babe," he whispers, twisting his fingers into Yasuo's hair before he continues with, "more." And then Yasuo adds the second finger and Ezreal's back is arching a bit, his hips rocking as a spike of pleasure shoots through him. Fuck, Yasuo drives him wild. Ezreal wants to jump his bones, but he has to wait first.

He's bad at waiting. A low whine escapes his lips, and then Ezreal is dragging his teeth on the shell of Yasuo's ear. "Come on, gorgeous," he murmurs, brushing a lock of Yasuo's hair over his shoulder. "Show me what you brought for me tonight..."

Yasuo hums, almost smugly at that. Perfect-- having been gifted with the exact reaction that he had wanted and more. The dull ache of Ezreal digging his nails into him shot a wave of pleasure straight through him, making him reflexively roll his hips against his boyfriend's. Fuck. He was going to give Ezreal exactly what he wanted.

"Thought you'd never ask--" A million more filthy things left unsaid and yet still, it was enough he still kept up his teasing straight to Ezreal's ear. He knew what he was doing, after all. A gentle pat to his boyfriend's ass before his hand traces along the back of his thigh. "Be good, gotta prep you first."

As much as he tried to keep himself pressed into Ezreal, leaving them a tangled little mess-- some things were just easier to do when both your hands were free. And as soon as they were, much to his boyfriend's protests, Yasuo began to get to work: undoing Ezreal's damn pants and pulling both them and his underwear down just enough for some easier access. Takes in the view as he fishes in his own pocket for one of the packets of lube his past self so graciously packed for him. Watching his boyfriend squirm and twitch desperately in anticipation before him as he applied a generous amount of it to his fingers.

As focused as he was, he still relished in all the little impatient noises Ezreal made. Knowing he was the reason he was getting like this-- Yasuo never was the type to be prideful but when it came to unraveling Ezreal, god how fucking good it felt to be the one who did it. And now everyone in this club would know too. Yasuo shifts his lover ever so slightly, angling him in a way that will make prepping him all the easier. Then with a quick motion he's already pushing one finger into him, easing it in slowly before nestling back to whisper in his ear again.

"You know the drill big boy," he says, grin evident in the way he speaks before he begins a slow pace to loosen him up. "Tell me when you're ready for more."

#ionianwanderer #nsfw text #modern au #they're so..