#sett headcanons

Kayn:

- He was literally minding his own business

- You ran up to him because of his pink eye and pink hair.

- Just straight up grabbing his left leg and not letting go, like a little menace.

- He tried to shake you off

- Almost fell face first into a wall while jumping around with his free leg.

- The little tic (You) had the grip of a true warrior.

- You bit him in his calf.

- Didn't hurt him that much. Instead it spooked him because he didn't expect a small child to have such sharp teeth. He hit his face on a pole on the sidewalk.

- What are you, a vampire? You little menace.

- You didn't know what menace meant, but vampire sounded cool. You pretended to be a vampire from this moment on, trying to bite him.

- At some point he finally got you off his leg and carried you under his arm like a bag.

- Wha- THE FU--

- Yes, you bit his arm

- Dude was so confused that he didn't even call the police

- Instead he took you home so Yone can take care of you.

Yone:

- Was grocery shopping, rolling his cart and checking the list if he needed anything

- Suddenly there was you, running around with a mini shopping cart.

- Totally proud of yourself. You were acting like an adult and you liked it (Because rolling the cart is fun).

- At some point you got lost from your family and then you saw Yone.

- It's not everyday you see someone in a zebra (in your child words. It wasn't a zebra print) shirt print.

- Like the young and cultured child you were, you asked if he saw your parents.

- The mom of the group tried to find your parents.

- Failed.

- The police wasn't really much help either. No one reported you missing.

- They (Police) were trying to take you but you cried so much because you didn't want to be separated from the gentle giant.

- One thing led to another and the police have his number and they will call him if they have any information.

- Brought you a pair of clothes so you have a change of clothes for later.

- Everyone was surprised when Yone didn't return with groceries and instead with a child.

K'sante:

- Was walking out of the gym and through a park

- Instantly noticed that you were alone on the playground.

- Checks for anyone in the vicinity of the park.

- The nearest residential area was a long way from the park.

- Walks up to you, crouches and greets you.

- Another gentle giant. But more energetic.

- Your sibling left you here as a prank to scare you.

- Parents gone on a trip.

- Cue inner anger at your sibling.

- Takes you to an ice cream shop. Buys you your favorite. With extra whipped cream/fruit.

- Contemplates his next options.

- Decides to take you home since it was getting dark, left his number at the police station and let them know the situation.

- Let's Yone know. Yone buys you a few things.

- Shows you his big armadillo plushie.

- The rest doesn't know that you are there yet (minis Yone)

Aphelios:

- Yes, he was in a store.

- Yes, they sold plushies.

- Yes, he bought a plushie gun and he was buying ammo.

- It's all for a prank I swear.

- You were hiding under one of the tables.

- Initially didn't care for you. Was sure your parents were nearby.

- They were not.

- Walks with you hand in hand, slow peace isn't a problem for him

- Thinks how you follow after him with your steps is cute.

- Calls his sister for help. She is completely serious and comes to you guys.

- She falls instantly in love with how cute and precious, scoops you up in her arms and carries you around.

- Aphelios kinda regrets not picking you up sooner.

- They go to the police station and they do nothing.

- Time to let Yone know what was happening...

- Since you were cute and you made his sister happy, he was quite happy himself to join his sister to buy cute things for you.

Ezreal:

- Was buying himself boba in a mall.

- And a new phone charger.

- His last one got destroyed by a mistake by Aphelios' prank.

- Saw you in the cutest, silliest outfit.

- Dude loves cute things almost as much as Aphelios.

- But you were alone. Like sitting in the corner alone and looking at people.

- You noticed him.

- Big pant look cool.

- Cue you running up to him and asking all about his pants, not understanding why it had so many unnecessary accessories.

- He discovers you were left alone by your sibling (again).

- You've been in the mall since the early morning. It was almost evening now.

- Goes to the police. Police is useless.

- Carries you around on his shoulders. Your laugh is precious and so is your happiness.

- His (not biological) little sibling! His little angel!

- He swore to protect you until the end.

- Gave you his boba since you were thirsty.

- MMm boba balls. They pop. It's cool as frick.

Sett:

- Was totally practicing basketball

- Found you alone. No one around.

- You asked about his ears. Reminded you of a dog.

- You love dogs.

- So does he.

- Instant connection.

- Calls his Mama for help.

- She is far away now but tells him to get you something to drink and eat and then take you to the police.

- Does as told.

- Buys you something to drink.

- Buys you dino nuggets.

- You both love them.

- Hols your hand and walks with you.

- Gives up when his back eventually starts hurting from bending so much and walking so slowly.

- Police is useless.

- Comes home and notifies Yone so he can take care of it.

When you tell him you’re pregnant, Sett is so so SO fucking excited. Like over the moon thrilled.

The two of you often talked about your future together and starting a family would eventually be a part of it. So while this baby wasn’t exactly planned, it’s not unwelcome news. The timeline just got bumped up a little bit.

Watching him kneel down (because he’s fucking TALL) and rest his forehead against your not-yet-showing belly is heart-melting.

And it is something he does quite often, especially once your bump starts to show. It doesn’t matter whether you’re standing, sitting, or laying in bed.

Sett loves to softly sing or talk to the baby. He sings his favorite songs and tells the baby all sorts of things. Like stories from when he was little, stories about the two of you, the shenanigans him and the other Heartsteel members get up to, or even just what the weather is currently like. Talking to you and your tummy while you gently play with his hair and ears is his definition of domestic bliss.

He’s so extremely helpful. Like just an absolute angel of a partner. His love language is acts of service, so showing his love by doing things for you is already very natural for him. Crank that up to 11 when it comes to you being pregnant. Also your mood swings don’t phase him like at all. He knows it’s the hormones.

He’s meal prepping healthy and pregnancy-safe meals for you, but he’s also happy to run to the store/to get carry out at night when a craving hits. Sometimes you just gotta have fried chicken and ice cream at 11:30pm. He understands!

Whatever you need, Sett’s going to do everything in his power to do it for you. How could he not? You’re going through so much to bring this child into the world. He wants to make it as easy as possible for you.

He tries to make sure he can make every one of your pre-natal appointments if at all possible. He’ll take the day off to make sure he can go with you. And if there’s ever an appointment he can’t make because he’s out of town or something, he’ll face time in so he can still be with you in some way. He never wants you to feel like you’re facing any part of this pregnancy alone. Lean on him. He’s your rock, your partner, and he’s got your back through it all.

Now of course, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. Sett fully believes you’ll be an excellent parent. But surprisingly, that’s not necessarily a belief he holds for himself…

One night when you two are just relaxing together, enjoying the nightly routine of him resting his head on your thigh and talking to your bump, you notice his expression get a little more serious.

“Can I tell you a secret, nugget? One that I haven’t even told your mother yet?” Sett glances up at you shyly before looking back down at your growing bump. “I’m…I’m a bit scared to be a father,” he murmurs. “I’m so excited to meet you and help you grow, but I’m also terrified I’ll mess up too much. I’m afraid I won’t be a good father to you. My dad wasn’t around very long so it’s not like I have someone in my family to look to as a good example of fatherhood…”

Your eyes widen as you listen to him continue to vent his lack of confidence in himself when it comes to being a good father. It breaks your heart. All of this self-doubt coming from the man who makes sure to never miss an appointment, even when he’s in a different country, who took all sorts of brochures from your OBGYN’s office, ordered parenting books galore and has been reading them non-stop, the man excitedly painting the walls of the nursery and helping you build a crib or rocking chair once he’s home from work.

“Settrigh, look at me,” you say softly as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you, his eyes clearly showing his nerves at what your response might be, though he tries to pass off a small shaky smile. “Uh oh…the full name comes out. That’s never good.”

You let out a soft giggle as you look down at him adoringly and gently move your hand down to cup his cheek. “Do you really think I’d still be here with you right now, 7-months pregnant with your child, our child, if I thought you’d be a bad father? Absolutely not, my love. You know I don’t tolerate fools or bullshit. There’s no one I’d rather start a family with and I think you’ll be an incredible father.”

He leans into your touch. “But I don’t know how to be a good father….not with the way mine was…”

“There’s no fool-proof guidebook for parenting, Sett. Even with your Ma as an amazing example, I don’t really know how to be a mother yet. Parenting is something we’ll learn together along the way, yeah?

He nods. “You’re right baby, as per usual.”

Your smile widens before you continue. “While yes, your father is a shitty deadbeat, that doesn’t concern me. Do you know why?”

He gently shakes his head.

You smile softly again. “He wasn’t the one who raised you, babe, your Ma did. Your Ma is one of the kindest, strongest, most loving beings in this world. Despite everything the world threw at her, she survived and she never let it break her spirit. She raised the best life partner I could ever ask for, and I know you’ll pass on all her lessons to our little nugget. Your heart and your upbringing come from your Ma, Sett, not your dad.”

He nods gently and sighs. “She really sacrificed a lot to make sure we’d be ok. I’m so lucky to have her as my Ma.”

“All it takes is one look to see that sacrifice wasn’t in vain. She’s so proud of you, Sett. She feels so lucky to have you as her son. She’s told me so herself.” You run your thumb along his cheekbone. “You’re not your father. I know you’d never just leave, forcing me to fend for this baby all by myself. Hell, you hate leaving me just to go on short work trips with Heartsteel! You’re a far better man than your dad ever was and you’ll be a far better father than he was too.”

His eyes grow soft as you speak and you feel him relax a bit. “You really think so?”

“I know so!…Also, babe, even in the extremely unlikely case you did leave…you know damn well your Ma would hunt you down and drag you back here herself.”

When he’s out of town with Heartsteel, he’s making sure to check in on you and call/facetime at least twice a day.

During each call Sett has you lower your phone down to your bump so he can say hello to the baby. (And if you’re ok with it, he’ll let the other guys/Alune come over and say hi to you and talk to your belly as well. “They should know their uncles and aunt!”)

Even while he’s out of town you know you’re in good hands. His Ma assures you she’s only a call away and is happy to come keep you company if you want her to. She’s truly a saint, offering advice anytime you or Sett ask her for it while also never going against a decision you and him make. She understands better than anyone how chaotic and unpredictable parenthood can be, and she knows the two of you will always do what you think is best for your baby. She’s just the most supportive woman and she’s utterly thrilled to become a grandma.

The two of you decide to wait to find out the sex of the baby. It’s not really important to Sett to know early. Whatever sex, as long as you and the baby are healthy, that’s all he cares about.

When the moment eventually comes and your water breaks, it’s a little hilarious how panicked he gets, dashing around the house to make sure everything important is in the car.

You grab Sett’s arm to get him to pause his scrambling. “Babe out of the two of us, I feel like I should be the one panicking,” you let out on a laugh, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Breathe. We have time. This is why we prepared early and pre-packed the hospital bags in the car, remember? We’re as ready as we can be, my love, so let’s go become parents.”

As you talk he takes a couple deep breaths and relaxes slightly. As you finish, he kisses you gently. “Let’s go become parents,” he murmurs. Before he steps away completely he kneels down and kisses your tummy. “See you soon, nugget…”

Once he gets over the initial wave of anxiety, Sett gets into the zone. Just an incredible birthing partner to have with you. He’s guiding you through your breathing exercises. He has no issue letting you squeeze the fuck out of his hand or arm. He’s even calm when you cuss him out during particularly intense contractions. He knows you don’t really mean what you’re saying, you’re just in a lot of pain. He calmly keeps wiping off your face and neck with a cool towel and murmuring words of encouragement into your ear, smiling gently and holding you as you eventually melt against him for support.

Hates that you’re not allowed to eat anything. He’s not eating anything either in solidarity. What kind of asshole would bring food and eat it while their partner giving birth can’t have any?? Like Sett doesn’t understand people who do that so don’t worry, you definitely won’t experience that with him.

And once the time comes for you to push, he’s wherever you want him to be, whether that’s right next to you holding your hand, helping the nurses by holding a leg, or even sitting behind you, holding you against his chest. He wants/needs to be useful for you. Wherever he is, he’s encouraging and praising you to high heavens, in absolute awe of you and your strength.

And once the baby comes…🥹🥹🥹

Sett’s eyes are watering as soon as he sees the the teeny tiny ears on top of the baby’s head.

But first he’s hugging you, making sure you’re alright, telling you how amazing you did and how proud of you he is. And as soon as the docs/nurses give the all clear, he’s giving you your fav snacks that he packed so you can finally eat something.

Once he sees you holding the baby, that’s when the tears really start falling. His heart can’t handle it. You, the love of his life, holding your baby, a direct result of your love for each other. It’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever witnessed.

He’s sitting next to you on the edge of the bed, his arm around you, looking down at this squalling bundle in your arms with the biggest, most adoring smile on his face.

And when Sett gets a chance to hold the baby? He’s finally able to talk to the baby outside your tummy? Oh he’s so excited! His heart is filled with so much love it’s about to burst.

As is yours, seeing your massive partner holding this small bundle so carefully and protectively in his arms. He’s so gentle and sweet as he welcomes your child into the world and promises he’ll always be there to love, protect, and guide them as best he can. You know Sett means every single word with his whole heart, and it brings happy tears to your eyes as you start this new journey together as a family.

the age gap is an afterthought. people whisper about it at first, but honestly… compared to everything else between you two (power imbalance, dangerous loyalty, questionable morals, tangled fates), it’s the most boring issue in the room.

sett doesn’t give a damn about years. he cares about usefulness and obsession. the second you prove yourself indispensable,,, whether it’s through wit, cunning, or just refusing to back down,,, he latches onto you.

you can’t tell if he’s protecting you out of some warped affection or because he’s already decided you belong to him. spoiler: it’s both.

the way he talks to you? patronizing pet names, but with a bite.

“careful, little one. i might start to believe you actually think you’re untouchable.” yet his hand lingers at your waist, guiding, claiming.

arguments are violent, not necessarily physical but emotionally scorching. sett doesn’t do gentle confrontation, he’ll corner you, force you to spit out the truth, demand you pick a side. somehow, you always choose him, even when you swear you won’t.

there’s a dangerous thrill in being the only one who can look him in the eye when he’s furious and not flinch. he respects it. he hates it. he craves it.

nights with him feel like walking a razor’s edge: half passion, half power struggle. you never know if you’ll wake up tangled in his arms or with a blade against your throat just because he wants to remind you how fragile you are in his world.

people ask if you ever feel unsafe with him. the answer? yes. constantly. but it’s not the kind of unsafe that drives you away but the kind that hooks deep into your veins, keeps you running back because danger has become synonymous with desire.

sett is possessive in ways that don’t feel like love—at least not the healthy kind. it’s obsession, control, addiction. and yet, when he cups your jaw after a fight and murmurs, “i wouldn’t let anyone else get this close,” you believe him. you hate yourself for believing him.

if anyone else tries to point out the toxicity of it all, you laugh.

him being older? the issue? no, the problem is that you’ve tied yourself to a man who could burn entire kingdoms just because you looked at someone else too long and you don’t know if you’d stop him.

sett doesn’t see you as his equal. not at first. you’re a challenge, a toy, a pretty little thing to bend until you break. the age gap is just another lever of control he can pull.

“sweet thing, i was cutting throats before you even knew how to lace your shoes.” says with a smirk, while his hand traces your thigh.

his affection is calculated cruelty. he withholds tenderness on purpose, watching you squirm, desperate to prove you deserve it. when he finally gives in—kisses bruising, words low and sharp—you feel like you’ve won. but it’s never enough.

jealousy? lethal. it doesn’t matter if it’s a stranger glancing your way or a friend lingering too close—sett makes sure they regret it. in public, it’s a casual threat disguised as charm. in private, it’s his hand gripping your jaw while he hisses:

“You’re mine. Don’t make me remind you in ways you won’t like.”

arguments spiral into dangerous games. you slam doors, he breaks them. you throw words, he throws daggers into the wall beside your head. and then, minutes later, he’s kissing you like you’re oxygen, muttering, “don’t you dare leave me.” arguments escalate into hands gripping, voices sharp. then, later, he drags you into bed, making you beg while his obsession hums through every move.

you’ve stopped asking yourself if you love him. it doesn’t matter. what you feel is stronger than love,,, it’s dependency, obsession, the kind of sick devotion that rots at the edges.

sett is manipulative in ways that make you doubt your own mind. he’ll twist your anger into guilt, your victories into his generosity, your defiance into his triumph. and when you finally cave, he kisses your tears away like he’s the only one who can soothe the pain he caused.

he doesn’t let you forget the power imbalance. every once in a while, he’ll whisper something soft like, “you’d be nothing without me,” in a tone so intimate it almost sounds like a vow.

danger is the glue binding you two together. he drags you into his messes, pulls you close when the world is burning, and tells you it’s safer at his side,,, even when you know he’s the danger.

sett doesn’t want a partner. he wants possession. and the sickest part? you want to be possessed. you want to drown in the toxicity, because nothing else feels as consuming as him.

the age gap is the least problematic part. the real problem is that you’re not sure whether you’d survive if he ever let you go. and worse,,, you’re not sure if you’d want to.

he doesn’t make love, he conquers. every touch reminds you who holds the power. hands on your throat, nails down your back, bites marking your skin… you’re his, in every sense, and he knows it.

anyone daring to glance your way earns your body later. he drags out your pleasure and your desperation just to remind you who owns you. "bet they couldn’t touch you like I can."

sett calls you pet, little girl, plaything... mocking, possessive, intoxicating. you repeat it back, admitting you belong to him while he ruins you, and you love that you do. after breaking you down, he holds you close, kisses your tear-streaked face, murmuring things no one else would ever hear: "no one else touches you. only me."

Disclaimer: This is the first oneshot i’ve written in a very long time, so i apologize if it’s not very good. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!!

Sett x Fem Reader

Tws: rough oral

“What if I want them to hear us?” There was a growl to Sett’s voice as he spoke, one hand tightly gripping your waist while the other snaked its way up from between your legs to your lips. His fingers were covered in your wetness, and as you licked them clean you locked eyes with him, causing him to groan and bury his head in your neck. He bit you softly, then began sucking at the delicate skin, marking you as his. He scolded you when he heard you hiss at an especially hard bite-

“Quiet doll, don’t forget who you belong to.”

Sett ran his hands across your body roughly, allowing his mind to return to earlier that day. His blood boiled when he caught one of his men flirting with you, looking at you in ways only he should. You felt him press his body against you, warmed by the heat radiating off of his bare chest. He was rutting against you now, drunk off of lust and jealousy.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted onto his office desk and whined at the cool air that met your core when he spread your legs. He began to drag his lips across your body, grazing past your cleavage and stopping at your stomach. He looked up at your wanton, desperate expression, admiring how pretty you looked waiting for him to please you. Your mind went blank as he dipped his head between your legs, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit reigniting the fire that burned within you a few moments before. Your face quickly grew hot, your shaking breaths returning to loud whimpers and pleads. You laced your fingers through his hair, feeling your body tense at the skilled movement of his tongue between your folds. “Sett, please…”, you begged, throwing your head back and grinding against him, desperately chasing your release. He moaned at the sound of your broken voice and the vibrations finally sent you over the edge with his name on your lips.

Sett rose from his place between your legs, licking your cum off of his lips with a smirk. He pressed his body against yours and kissed you softly at first, only deepening the kiss when he felt your hand drift towards the tent in his pants. “So… needy…” he said between moans, quickly pulling away to undo his belt. You scanned his body, admiring how his muscles tensed and glistened, and felt chills when you saw his eyes low, predatory, and focused only on you. “What, like what you see?” he teased before removing his pants.

He sat back in his office chair, stroking himself lazily. “Come. I want to see those pretty lips around my cock.” You didn’t hesitate, quickly hopping off of his desk onto your knees. As you fit yourself between his legs, you stared at his length, head flushed pink and aching for your touch. You replaced his hand with yours and began working him, quickly finding a steady rhythm, allowing each breath to ghost his tip. His legs soon quivered with every stroke, and you looked up at him, his face red and overwhelmed with pleasure. Slowly you began gliding your tongue around him, which elicited a low groan that motivated you to do more. A few more languid licks had him moaning softly, and a beat of arousal shot through you as his hips began to buck. You hollowed your cheeks and began bobbing around him, savoring the string of curses leaving him as his hand gripped the back of your head. “Fuck,” he muttered, thrusting himself into your mouth. You could feel him at the back of your throat and your eyes were watering, but you needed to please him. You allowed him to find a steady rhythm and whined as his hips snapped against your face. “So, so good for me, aren’t you?” he gritted out, earning a shameless “Yes sir,” from you.

“I can’t hear you with your mouth full, doll.” He teased before pulling you off of his cock. “What was that?”

“Yes sir.” You repeated, looking up to meet his lustful gaze. He stared at you, enjoying what a mess he had turned you into. Saliva coated your lips and dripped down your chin, your mind was foggy, and all you could think of was his taste on your tongue. “Good girl.” he praised before shoving you back onto his length. You gagged when he buried himself in your throat, but you loved letting him use you. You knew he was close when you heard his breath hitch and felt his rhythm become increasingly erratic.

“Look at me.”

You obeyed, once again looking into his eyes.