#arcane lest

[1v31182m5]

The sessions get longer each time

[lesdrawsposts]

yieppy is complete! :D

[perr1e]

Lest stimboard!!

An attempt at a stimboard although I'm not the biggest fan of making them myself :>

All gifs are from Pinterest!

I kinda wanna post my bunches of lest headcanons cus why not:3

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LEST in ARCANE S0203: "Finally Got The Name Right"

[eyestrain-addict]

Me when background character fucks severely

[clowns0up-felix]

Felixxxxx am I allowed to request arcane fanart <33 Or is that forbidden on a loz blog

Lucky you, I’m making an exception for a lovely friend ,,, sorry I completely lost the sauce and got swallowed by self indulgence , so most of this isn’t even stuff you said you’d like on discord … kinda embarrassing how clear the jayvik bias is here 😭

I am praying that there is at least SOME overlap between arcane fans and the people that follow me 😔

[crayfishcoffee]

Lest, you will always be my league of legends 💜

[bloodraven55]

i can’t be the only one digging the idea of the messiest polycule known to man among these four

[metrocat]

! ARCANE S2 SPOILERS ! // LEST ICONS

heres some Lest icons + header! link here for the version without filters!

[sofiaruelle]

They have strong 'bitter exes' energy. Love that for them 💕💅🏽

But also Mel, divorce your already devastated boyfie for this baddie, please.

[bluestrawberry7]

I will not be taking criticism thanks

[nightbeamed]

i rlly rlly like them

[kovrikkk]

Lest

[foggywonderlandgentlemen]

I keep seeing people use they/them for Lest or calling her androgynous and it's just. Where? Where???

This is the femmest femme fatale to ever femme fatale. Her design is undeniably feminine. She's voiced by a woman. She's serving cunt. Y'all just have the disease that makes you misgender trans women. Not me tho, stay safe out there

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LEST in ARCANE S02E04: "Paint the Town Blue"

[strawberrykidneystone]

put her canine teeth in the side of my neck

lest x female reader

summary: you’re lest’s favorite client, but her services aren’t free

a/n: yk that saying of the devil works hard but fan fiction writers work harder? yeah.

tags: fluff, making out, dry humping, drug use, lest is transfem, female reader, biting

ao3 version

you tentatively knocked at the door with your hood up over your head, glancing back to make sure no one had followed you. lest opened the door with a hum and stepped to the side, an open invitation that you happily took. shucking off your cloak and setting it on one of the hooks by the front door, you made yourself at home on her couch.

lest was in a comfortable purple skirt with slits up the side and a simple strappy white tank top. she strode into the living room where you were lounging, her hips swaying side to side in a very purposeful way. glancing over to her as she leaned down with an intentional arch in her back, she could feel your eyes burning into her ass. your mouth salivated a little which you embarrassingly gulped down, turning your gaze away quickly as she straightened up. with the shimmer paintbrush in her hand, she kneeled down next to the couch and started painting a twirling pattern on your wrist.

lest continued to paint patterns and gently dragged the paintbrush up your arm, ending with a swirl around your bicep that matched the other patterned brush strokes adorning your skin. a familiar buzz worked its way into your bloodstream as the shimmer traveled through your veins, giving you eyes a purple glow at the peak of your digestion. your body sagged with relaxation and a euphoric sigh left your lips.

currently, you were in lest’s shoebox apartment draped over her velvet flea market couch with faded tassels lining the edges. some were missing while others had very few strings left, but she had the couch re-stuffed and replaced the springs so it felt like new. she usually insisted on traveling to her client's houses instead of letting them into her home, but you were a lifelong friend, so she didn’t mind. maybe a friend was the wrong way of putting it, friends don’t usually kiss.

seeing as you were properly satiated, lest turned to her own vice of smoking through a pipe. while she mainly worked with clients who preferred being painted, she always smoked. if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it you supposed to yourself.

she carefully set the brush into its proper case and stuffed it into her doctors' bag. picking up her pipe from the coffee table, she took a long drag and blew the air straight up. you watched as the purple clouds danced in the air and slowly dissipated as if it were never there in the first place.

was she always this pretty or did the shimmer haze just make her seem more ethereal?

she climbed on all fours onto the couch and straddled your lap. your hands connected to her hips and squeezed the soft flesh. rubbing her sides to slightly pull up her shirt, you softly dug your fingers into her fur and felt her shiver above you. she took a long drag from her glass pipe and blew the purple smoke into your face, which you happily inhaled.

she set the pipe down on the table and started rocking her hips against yours, a soft moan sighed from her lips. leaning forward, she panted her hands on either side of your head. you met her rocking by thrusting your hips up against her, arching your back against the couch and zeroing in on her lips. she chuckled at your eagerness, you were always so needy when you were high.

she pressed her lips against yours, her canines quickly nipping your bottom lip for access into your mouth. the taste of the shimmer smoke flooding your mouth as your tongue danced with hers, her sandpaper-like tongue ticking your wet muscle. you giggled into the kiss and she smiled against your lips.

you felt her bulge pressing against you and you’re sure that she could feel the wetness soaking your underwear that was surely moistening your pants. a loud purring started in her chest as she continued to lazily grind again you, kissing down your neck. she licked up the side of your neck, smirking as you squirmed beneath her and held back your giggles. your hands trailed down her waist and gripped the flesh of her ass, needily bucking up against her with a whine. she scraped her sharp teeth against your neck, sinking them in shallowly at the junction between your neck and your shoulder. you gasped as she sunk her teeth into your skin, pleasure quickly overcoming the initial pain that you felt.

she pulled back and gently licked at the bite mark, burying her face in your neck with a deep sigh. you hummed and closed your eyes, rubbing her back as the tones of her purring slowly lulled you to sleep. while the shimmer was nice in your system, holding lest in your arm was better than any drug.

part 2