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mistiell · 2 years
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How Arcane Characters Flirt
A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao
Viktor
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- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it
- Loves playful banter and teasing
- Lots of sass
- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot
- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy
- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it
-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking
- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now
- Asks questions so you know he’s interested
- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time
Jayce
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- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt
- Tons upon tons of compliments
- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.
- Talks your ear off about anything and everything
- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you
- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises
- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab
- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there
Silco
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- Good god
- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?
- W r o n g
- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely
- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you
- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it
- Lowkey endearing tbh
- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)
- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything
- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it
Vi
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- Holy shit she’s such a flirt
- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time
- So smooth about it too
- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you
-Gets so flustered when you flirt back
- Goes beet red
- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7
Jinx
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- She flirts with you all the time
- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little
- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though
-It’s all in good fun
- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch
- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection
- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.
Mel
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- SO smooth
- Compliments out the wazoo
- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her
- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you
- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like
- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls
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uwuboowoo · 2 years
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An additional star | Jayce x f!Reader x Viktor
One shot | 18+, minors do not interact | 13k+ words
After your shower, you were tempted to change into comfy lounge wear to greet a night of full rest. Emphasis on tempted.
Something was sitting at the back of your mind. Not quite sitting, but it was just there, lingering and asking you in a clear, loud voice when it was going to be addressed. You were reminded of it, every time you saw a rounded abdomen, a puppy walking clumsily on its paws, a baby with fat and chubby cheeks laughing at the way a butterfly landed on their nose. You yearned for it, and your chest ached with how much you wanted it. A baby. Your own little star, their gaze shining with genuine wonder for what this world had to offer, its mysteries and secrets.
Or alternatively titled: Jayce and Viktor said that Reader looks very submissive and breedable.
Tags: Established poly relationship, double PinV (yes two dicks), heavy on the breeding kink, a little of manhandling, author is a non-native English speaker so please forgive any weird phrasing and grammar mistakes
Author's Note: Author is trying to cope with a strong baby fever by writing fanfiction about the blorbos. Also again, English is not my first language so forgive any weird phrasing <3 Is this any good? Idk, but I really hope you enjoy this <3 or at least I hope this wasn't written in a cringe way djnvkcsdnvks, because I'm not very experienced with writing smut
Also available on AO3!
A chilly breeze of the cold winter air awoke you around evening, if the dying sliver of orange covered by a dark blue was any indication. The beautiful royal blue fell over a tiny string of warm tones like a fabric, draped over the city and covering the tall, golden and white buildings of Piltover, like it was kissing the city goodnight. The city lights greeted you, welcoming you back into the world of the living after a warm nap. Enveloped in the softness, the warmth, and the fluffiness of the king-sized bed you usually shared each night in the company of your husbands, Jayce and Viktor. Perfect for this season, when the holidays inevitably came to the streets and covered the cobblestone of the alleys in a thin veil of frost, and the windows became fogged in a contrast between the outside cold and Piltovian’s homes’ coziness.
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You glanced at the clock and saw its numbers read 7:02 PM, realizing Viktor and Jayce were probably an hour away from coming home, give or take. They sometimes reminded you of the sun and the moon; Jayce, brash, hot-blooded, warm smiles, tanned skin kissed by the rays falling from the sky. People often basked in his presence, and you couldn’t remember an instance when he wasn’t noticed, admired, worshiped by some, always bringing joy and mirth to those who basked in his sole presence. Meanwhile, Viktor reminded you of the moon, not only in the way he gracefully carried himself, but also his pale skin was reminiscent of the moon itself. People regarded him as cold, but to the ones that paid close attention and opened their eyes he was gentle. His presence a constant, hopeful reminder that there would always be good and gentleness in the dark of the night, in the darkness that could sometimes envelop this world. You could sometimes feel like you were wrapped around them, in your own universe that they kindly shared with you.
Sometime in the past, they used to stay up late in their lab until the darkened circles and bags under their eyes told you their bodies had already given up. They passed out on their desks or the couch they bought specifically for all-nighters, or any surface inside the lab. And you used to go and stay there with them until they decided to wrap up and go to sleep at insane hours, when the moon hung from the sky like a pendant from the chain of a silver necklace, vigilante of everyone’s dreams and secrets told in the silence of the nighttime. They either followed you into your Academy dormitory, crammed in the little space of your double sized bed. Or alternatively, you passed out on the couch, lulled by the sound of chalk tapping the blackboard or sparks from iron being welded. Like they were a gentle song murmured near the shell of your ear, the comfort feeling as familiar as your own home.
However, that hectic timetable changed for the better after your wedding, when they started to come home at reasonable hours and smiling at you, exhausted but smiling and grinning because they reached another breakthrough. Or angry at someone from the council because they weren’t working exactly for the council’s best interests. Or frustrated by one of the many businessmen wanting to sponsor them for their own benefits. Two years later, their regular coming home hour was 8 PM. Not very early in hindsight, but it was better, much better than before. Coming home later than most people, but this time to a warm meal and a hot shower was way better than completely forgetting to eat and smelling from not bathing for a couple of days, with hands trembling by the ungodly amount of caffeine they consumed and their thoughts barely making any sense, nearing exhaustion. You hoped that with time and age, they could reach a reasonable 7 PM or (hopefully) 6 PM, or else you would be old and gray having to drag two elderly men out of their labs to receive a little sunlight and their old-age vitamins.
You realized you didn't have much time left, regardless you were determined to cook a nice if rather quick dinner. First you cut up some potatoes and carrots into cubes, then the pork was chopped into pieces, and you put all of these on a pot to boil, adding a few spices and the secret ingredient: a bottle of dark beer directly into the boiling broth. Then you made sure there was cold lemonade in the ice box for Jayce and you, as you both liked to enjoy a bottle after a hard day of work.
Leaving the stew to simmer, you decided to take a shower before your husbands came home, taking some time to wash off the scent of antiseptic and alcohol from your hair and your skin, from being in the hospital all day. You felt a sense of accomplishment every time you could save a life or even help into bringing a new one into this world safely, just like today. And you felt giddy and ready to enjoy the weekend with your lovers (who could have thought you could persuade them into resting on weekends!).
After your shower, you were tempted to change into comfy lounge wear to greet a night of full rest. Emphasis on tempted.
Something was sitting at the back of your mind. Not quite sitting, but it was just there, lingering and asking you in a clear, loud voice when it was going to be addressed. You were reminded of it, every time you saw a rounded abdomen, a puppy walking clumsily on its paws, a baby with fat and chubby cheeks laughing at the way a butterfly landed on their nose. You yearned for it, and your chest ached with how much you wanted it. A baby. Your own little star, their gaze shining with genuine wonder for what this world had to offer, its mysteries and secrets.
You already knew you wanted to have children since your early twenties, but once you got into a relationship with both Viktor and Jayce, you knew you would have them sometime. The answer that came from three mouths was 'Yes, just later'. When you were almost sure that later would come to you, many things happened around you and almost ended your aspirations of spending the rest of your days with the loves of your life. Almost destroying your own little microcosm. Almost.
Sometime after Viktor turned 31 things took a turn for the worse. He collapsed due to his illness and his prognosis was fatal, terminal, his days counted and your happy days with him suddenly had an expiration date embedded on them. Like he was a star, and suddenly he was shooting out of orbit and rapidly crashing onto the ground with no way to lessen the impact. On his side, Jayce was suffering from an almost mental collapse from his imposed position as a councilor, quite literally losing his sanity and his own identity in the process. Both of them were exhausted, snappy, prone to outbursts and even more prone to making mistakes, a concept seemingly almost alien considering who they were. Dark, tormenting clouds covering the sun, and the shine of the moon nowhere to be seen, for it was not a full, but a new moon. The tensions escalated when their assistant, Sky Young, was almost killed in an accident in the lab, saving herself and Viktor but losing an arm in the process. Jayce fought tooth and nail for Viktor to be able to experiment and find something, something, so he wouldn't be taken away from you two so early, so soon, before you could even manage to see them grow, surpass their own past selves, make the world a better place and be happily grinning in the process… Tear up and cry upon seeing you walking down in a white dress and holding a bouquet. But against all odds, a few years later you were able to witness Jayce sobbing when Viktor recited his vows (and Caitlyn making fun of him afterwards for it).
And Viktor did find a way to keep on living beside you two, just not an orthodox one. Augmentation was the desperate measure he had to take. Sure, Zaunite people were known for augmentation, alteration, or plain replacement on arms, hands, legs, jaws, or even ribs, but never the kind of modification he did on himself: he was the first known man to ever augment internal organs such as a new set of lungs and augmentation to aid his heart, inspired by common Zaunite modifications and his own work while he was ailing people after a chem-spill. You still remember having to sneak supplies into his lab in Zaun for weeks while both Jayce and Viktor recovered from that horrid attack from a missile at the council, and then helping in performing a very experimental, very risky and very illegal (at the time) surgery in the middle of the night. Your memories began to drift back to that night you and Viktor said goodbye to Jayce: the sky was full of stars, but it didn’t feel reassuring in any sense. Somehow feeling as if the sky was crying with you, weeping sorrowfully, the shimmers in the nighttime dome reminiscent of your own tears staining your cheeks. Both men tried to hide their own tears and regain composure, while they promised they would see each other again. The look Jayce gave you after kissing your forehead was one of 'please take care of him, please help him come back to us'. And you did, after more than fourteen hours of surgery where you tried to think with a cold head and hoped, prayed to every God and every planet that everything turned out fine upon Viktor's recovery. And when the lungs worked, you weren't sure you had the guts to help Viktor open his own chest and augment his own heart, but against all odds you had what it took and the ail fucking worked, against all odds too, and you remembered watching Viktor's vitals thinking the three of you were unstoppable, that you could eat the world in one bite if you so desired, that the moon, the stars, the sun, clouds, entire galaxies and black holes would kneel at your feet, nor fearful but respectful of your feats.
The procedures were a huge success, and while for some time both you and Viktor were being looked closely by chembarons during his recovery in Zaun (and one specific chembaroness), in the end you were grateful and glad you were of help, grateful the restless nights, the tears, the stress and your fallen hair paid off. Because after his augmentations his cheeks filled out nicely again, the rose tint returned to his face every time Jayce and you whispered near his ear; the energy and spark in his eyes back again and with full force, his sharp tongue back again and ready to sass Jayce and you both. A full moon, in a starry showcase for anyone that dared to look up at the sky and find it there.
Suddenly you remembered why you were debating about putting on your pajamas or something more risqué. Tonight you would ask them if they still wanted to fulfill their promise, if the future they envisioned alongside you was still the same, if they still wanted to watch you round with their child. And you would look damn good when you questioned them, if the plan was going where you thought it'd go. Of course, you wouldn't assume, but also you couldn't help but hope for the best outcome.
First the panties, then the bralette. It didn't have any wiring or support for your breasts, and it wasn't meant to. The sheer, black chiffon left nothing to the imagination, still the addition of glittering faux diamonds made your body look like something out of a painting, flesh combining with fabric to create alluring mirages made of bows and ribbons. The whole outfit served as something to emphasize your body rather than something to cover it, and you felt satisfied with it. You covered yourself with a fluffy, white night robe, it felt like being enveloped by a warm cloud against your cold skin. Then quickly brushed your hair, you ended up getting rid of some lingering makeup on your face, and you put your slippers on and finally made your way towards the kitchen.
The stew wasn't ready yet, but glancing at the clock again you realized your husbands would come home soon, it was eight minus fifteen. Having nothing else to do, you gazed towards the sky, the dark vault of the night now covered in specs of shimmering silver, and let yourself drift back to how many things had changed and evolved between you three.
Getting into a relationship in your mid-twenties was the easy part, like letting yourself drift in the water following the current, flowing with the stream and not encountering one single stone on your way, the hard one would come later, however, when you not only found a stone on your way, but a full dam, when problems knocked at your doorstep after more than five years of being together with them. Enduring what came after Viktor's augmentations was especially hard, because your happy relationship was close, very close to breaking.
You had to spill the beans, sooner or later, and while the council was mildly horrified, Professor Heimerdinger was the one Jayce had to convince profusely that Viktor and you wouldn't use this newfound use of HexTech for the worse. It was hard, Viktor and you were cast in the shadows, far away from any light that hope could provide, almost banished from Piltover, almost… Because Jayce kept pushing and pushing for a reevaluation of the ethos itself, doubling his efforts into making the council understand that this technology would improve the lives of citizens that resided in both cities, and in the end, while wary, they accepted it– and soon sponsors would come, interested in the possibilities in the medical field searching for both Viktor and you, him finally being seen with the recognition he deserved, casting his own light instead of basking in Jayce's reflector. Your discoveries were a revolution, because many people could have not only their lives changed, but ended up being saved from a certain death. Both Piltovians and Zaunites were starting to enjoy the benefits of having a healthy liver, healthy kidneys or lungs (the last one being used mostly by Zaunites, Viktor wasn't exactly happy with the way those lung diseases came to exist in the bodies of people, and while solutions were being discussed to end the problem from its roots, which were the pollution of fabrics manufacturing diverse articles for Piltovians, the consequences were there and threatening).
But all the pressure kept piling and piling on you three. Adding to the steam, there was an incident regarding one of Viktor's most brilliant creations: Blitzcrank, and how a descendant of Stanwick Pididly – one of Piltover's founders – tried to steal the credit for the creation, engineering, and construction of said steam golem. And while Jayce didn't want to cause any sort of disturbance in the beginning, soon you both fought the Academy for refusing to give credit to Viktor, only because he did stand trial a few months prior, and they didn't believe it was important that Blitzcrank's credit remained to his name. And even worse: Viktor and you had a target on your backs for a couple of months thanks to the aforementioned medical revolution, which made it impossible for him to set foot on Zaun. That was until he took advantage of his own augmentations and made himself an armor and created a modified prototype for the HexClaw, made specially for attacking. He got tired of relying on Jayce's hammer or your magic to be safe in his own native city, and he even made himself a mask with an air filter, so he could breathe properly. A marvelous creation of his brilliant mind, but a frightened one. You didn't fear Viktor, nor were you afraid of him, but you were afraid that it could create an assortment of quasi satellite inventions akin to the one he created, inventions with the purpose of destroying, instead of aiding.
Both you and Jayce were angry at him at the beginning. Now, it wasn't just Jayce who broke the promise of never using HexTech as a weapon, but also Viktor. And while you quickly came to your senses and apologized to him – because you knew in the end it was for the purpose of ailing Zaunites and also to feel self-sufficient —, Jayce remained distraught, anger slowly coming to a boiling point. It all finally exploded when they were both tasked by the council to do something about the high death rate among workers whose task was to keep the waters of Piltover and Zaun clean. Viktor proposed that, in case of a worker entering into a panic state, they would be provided with a relaxing substance activated from a control cabin on the surface. Jayce argued that it went against their free will, who would determine if the situation was dire enough for the usage of said chemical? A boss who would prioritize efficiency over safety? A supervisor who could only see the workers as grams of cleaned pollution per liter? And soon they were arguing about it in a screaming match, almost going physical. 
You heard them do so, hiding behind the door and asking yourself whether you should enter and say something or remain far away from it, whether to intervene for their own good or let them be. With tears in your eyes, you entered, full of seething ire and furrowed brows. You opened the door, ready to make them understand how painful this was, how much they were hurting you and each other. But the anger soon became anguish and then desperation, watching the men you loved so dearly and that you knew loved each other as well, scream vile things that they didn't mean not even for a second at each other, until you couldn't help but sob. And only then did the anger of them transformed into realization, and finally worry. Eclipsed by the surrounding circumstances, blinded by a growing but not unsalvageable rift, in their own hot and cold dilemma.
After many tears and a long, heartfelt conversation, two things came out: an underwater suit for workers, with a tranquilizing substance in case of emergencies controlled by the user itself and only the user, and your little microcosm intact, away from any black hole and the possibility of supernovas remote.
Several months have passed since you all asked each other to get married under the twilight in a beautiful watercolor picnic, full of laughter and revelations. Months after that evening, you got married, and finally you could say you were not only settled, but peaceful, tranquility governing the little family you now were a part of. Years had gone by since the incidents, and you were more than happy to bask in the peace that enveloped your marriage since. After the council attack by Jinx, you thought you'd never see Jayce and Viktor see their own 32nd birthday… And now Jayce was 34, Viktor 33 and you just turned 31 the week prior. Things couldn't have been better.
The creak of an opening door took you out from your own memories, only to be completely distracted by two voices talking to each other.
“I can't believe it worked!” Jayce said to Viktor, his smile showing the tooth gap in his mouth that you adored so much.
Viktor grinned smugly instead. “I actually do believe it,” he replied while taking off his winter coat. It wasn't snowing yet, but you could tell it'd start soon. “We have been working on the proper formulas for it, it was bound to happen without any trouble, no?”
You rolled your eyes. Unbelievable, they were still talking about work even after they were home! You helped Jayce off his winter coat and hung it nearby, then ran to the kitchen without giving any of them the chance to greet you properly, too preoccupied about the food not being transmuted into charcoal.
“I forgot I left the stew cooking!”
You could hear Jayce's snort before disappearing into the room, a sigh of relief leaving your body once you made sure the stew didn't burn to a crisp. A pair of hands opened the cabinet above you before you could even think about it, retrieving three large bowls, hands you recognized as Jayce's. Viktor took the set from his hands and served the food, while you decided to slice some garlic bread left from the afternoon that same day. You wanted to complain about how neither of them greeted you before going into the kitchen, but when you turned away to set the table you felt a pair of warm lips touching yours, and you quickly kissed back. Both warm, callused hands were cupping your cheeks, and you could feel fuzzy hairs tickling your chin, which meant it was Jayce. He pulled away, you wanted to say something, but then another set of lips kissed you and this time, by the small pressure of a nose on your own nose and the way a cold, metal hand gently touching your neck felt like, you knew it was Viktor who was kissing you this time. Trying to slip your tongue into his mouth, he chuckled before pulling away too soon for your liking.
“Eager, aren't we?” said Jayce, this time with the clear intention of teasing.
“I missed you two,” you admitted.
You had a nice dining table. Not little but not too big either, meant to host three families in case Jayce's mom, Viktor's parents and your own parents coincided for dinner sometime. It already happened once, and you weren't prepared, you three ended up having dinner on the couch, staining the fabric with spicy chicken. Still, you liked much more the small breakfast table inside the kitchen, with only four chairs, but for you? It was enough. Round and small, so you could take someone's hand or feed them from your own plate.
After setting up the table, you went to retrieve the now cool bottles of beer from the ice box and set them too, asking Viktor: “What are you drinking?”
“Do we still have wine from your birthday?”
Jayce instantly searched for your eyes with his own, brows arching and both of you giving each other an amused expression.
“Yes, why? What are we celebrating?”
“Jayce and I reached a breakthrough.”
You beamed, knowing how important these breakthroughs were for them.
“Really? I'm proud of you! What are you building this time?”
They looked at each other and then at you, a knowing glint in their eyes.
“We want to make little devices that can communicate with people, so they can talk to each other,” Jayce said. “From far away, at least so you can talk in real time and with an image, so you can see the other person, too.”
“Because we miss you in the lab.” The smile Viktor offered after the explanation warmed your heart. Schedules became hectic once you stopped being a student and became a full-time midwife while furthering your studies. You were promised a position as a researcher, and it was already set in motion, but you wouldn't start until the next year.
“I said it already, but I miss you too. I wish I could just go and hang out in the lab in-between class, but I have patients to care for.”
Both men caged you between their bodies, each one placing a kiss in each of your temples. You pressed your cheek against Jayce's chest afterwards, also taking Viktor's hand in yours, basking in their shared warmth that shielded you against the chilly atmosphere. You really needed to have that damn chimney repaired.
“And we wouldn't ask you to give up your aspirations, my love. However, if the device is successful, we might be able to talk to you during the day, at least for a few minutes.”
The thought of watching Jayce or Viktor or both during lunch hour made you feel giddy, and why not? Smug, to be able to show off your smart, witty and kind partners to your coworkers.
“We have to eat before the food gets cold.” You were not ready for the moment to end, but the sooner you had dinner and let your husbands shower, the sooner you would talk to them about the thoughts you were having as of late.
The meal was accompanied by a pleasant chat about the day. They told you about their progress with their new invention, how they were able to hear each other and speak from one side of the Academy to another with clear sound. You told them in exchange a curious but not uncommon case of a husband straight up passing out on the floor when his wife entered labor, which earned a giggle from Viktor and chucking from Jayce.
“Eh, I think Jayce and I will manage ourselves a little better when the time comes.”
And though Viktor said it naturally and shrugged as if it was a matter of fact, something in the air shifted between you three. Viktor was quick to correct himself.
“It was not my intention to assume anything, however I…”
But that however never saw a counterargument, an excuse, nor an explanation. Instead, he trailed off, and you smiled at him, not being sure if straight up telling them 'I want you to get me pregnant' was a topic you should be discussing barely after dinner. Reacting before anyone else, you stood up from your seat and gulped the rest of your beer in one motion, walking towards Viktor and kissing his cheek.
“I actually wanted to talk to you both about this. But shower first, then we can talk when we're relaxed.”
Jayce picked up the used plates and started to wash them in the sink, you helped dry them off with a clean cloth. Despite how comfortably the silence fell between you two, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Every time you took a glance at Jayce you couldn't help but notice his features, strong and imposing, his tanned skin, sun-kissed cheeks in a rosy tint almost always. Yet all of this would look even more adorable in a small version of him. You could imagine a baby with Jayce's curious eyes, a baby with Jayce's cheeks (that you knew were chubby thanks to the baby albums in his mom's house), a baby with his adorable tooth gap, a baby being held by both Jayce and Viktor with a tiny hammer toy in their hands. Or maybe a baby with Viktor's auburn curls, a baby with beauty marks on their face, with Viktor's pale but smooth skin, a baby with amber irises and that curious twinkle in their eyes. If you could have a baby with Jayce's black hair, but Viktor's curls, a baby with both chubby cheeks, beauty marks and a cute tooth gap you'd gladly take it, but nature had its limits.
“Gorgeous?” Jayce called you, noticing your train of thought drifting off. “Are you okay? I kinda lost you for a sec there.”
“Sorry, I just…”
“If it's about what Viktor said earlier, we understand. I… I understand if your plans aren't the same, or you changed your mind.”
However, your reply was quick, wanting him to know that in fact it was the opposite of what he was implying.
“No, no! I… I haven't changed my mind. I…” You couldn't help but giggle. “I was just wondering what a baby with your cheeks and Viktor's moles would look like.”
Jayce rinsed the last plate and gave it to you to dry off, his smile wide and eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Cute, but you know that's not possible, right?”
You placed the plate on the drying rack before bumping your shoulder against his arm.
“I know it is not possible! But I can't help thinking about it” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his chest, just basking in each other's presence.
Jayce brought his right hand to cup your cheek, tilting it upwards and then meeting you in a soft kiss, smooth lips touching your own before both mouths moved against each other in feather-like touches.
But those gentle kisses weren't enough for either of you, not when you knew you for a fact that you wanted the same thing as Jayce, not when you were almost sure Viktor wanted it too.
Not when you knew how much you wanted them to fuck you until you were a whimpering mess, until you were begging for their cocks to fill you again and again until the three of you were satisfied, until you were dripping onto the bedsheets with their seed and them spilling time and time again deep inside you and until it took, until you were round with their child, until everyone in Piltover and Zaun knew who you belonged to.
Slipping your tongue into Jayce's mouth, you trailed a hand to his neck and undid the first buttons of his shirt. He greedily took control of the kiss, tongue trailing a hot line against your own, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You felt dizzy with the lack of breath reaching your lungs, his hands sliding to knead your covered ass. He moaned into your mouth once your free hand palmed the growing bulge in his pants, tempted to let it wander beneath the belt and the waistband.
“Am I interrupting?” questioned a soft voice, you could recognize that accent anywhere.
You pulled away from Jayce, hands resting against his chest and looking at Viktor almost apologetically but offering a shy smile, not bothering to clean the saliva in the corners of your mouth.
“Sorry for leaving you out, Vitya. We lost track of time” you said, a sheepish smile adorning your face.
Jayce kissed your cheek and then went to Viktor, held his face between his hands and smooched the tip of his nose. A snort came out of Viktor’s mouth, amused at his husband’s antics.
“I'll take a shower. I'm gonna be quick, promise” he added, before gently pecking Viktor's lips and promptly leaving.
You took Viktor's augmented hand into yours, metal digging against flesh, the sensation could not be described in another way that it wasn't comforting, how the coldness of his fingers contrasted with the hot temperature of your own clammy hand. You lightly squeezed back, a signal for him to follow you into the bedroom. He squeezed back, as if saying I'm here, and once you entered he closed the door behind him. You could tell he at least suspected where the conversation was going (or so you hoped), but he let you follow your skincare routine without a word while he sat at the lower edge of the bed, watching you apply serum on your face calmly sitting in front of your vanity. From your mirror you saw him gazing at your reflection, spellbound by the way your hands worked in applying oil, cream, and balm to different areas of your face, spellbound by your smile and the way your eyes gazed into his through the mirror, spellbound by the delicate image that constituted you in your entirety, your sole presence making him feel complete.
You also retrieved a bottle of scented oil from a drawer, applying it on your hands and then going to Viktor and sitting on his lap in one move, both knees on each side of his hips. Then you spread the oil on his hair, gently combing his curls with your hands, making sure even his cowlick was coated in the silky product. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the way your fingers gently massaged his scalp and the back of his head, relishing in your touch. A satisfied sigh came out of him, and he looked so relaxed and peaceful, you were almost convinced to postpone the conversation for another day and fall asleep as soon as Jayce stepped out of the bathroom and put on some comfy pajamas. Once you were done, you kissed his nose the same way Jayce did, a little smooch on the tip. Your breath ghosted his mouth for mere seconds before placing your lips atop his, enjoying the smile you could feel was there every time your mouths grazed each other in featherlight touch.
The moment was interrupted by the sudden creak of a sound you recognized as the bathroom door, with Jayce stepping out of it into your bedroom in only a towel covering from the waist down. He looked satisfied, the temperature of the water probably served to soften his taut muscles, strained by the day's stress and surely by the physical work he had to do in the lab. Steam followed behind him, and of course, of course he would take a shower with boiling hot water.
You couldn't help but notice the way small droplets of water clung to his muscles, shiny in their reflection of the room's artificial light against his biceps and his toned abs, scattered like shimmering gems all across his chest. One of his hands rearranged the towel on his waist, muscles in his arm slightly flexing, and oh Gods, when did you become this shameless in the way you eyed him? It didn't help that you knew what his skin felt like against yours, bare and leaving goosebumps every time his hands rested on your waist, your hips, your sides.
And of course, Viktor would be also watching him like you were, raising his brow and licking his lips as if he just saw the most appetizing dessert in all of Piltover.
And in a way, both of you were staring at a dessert, your mouth dry just by the mere sight of him. Jayce, however, was a smart man, and he noticed both gazes on his body.
“You wanted to have a word with us, princess?” It’s all he says, white teeth showing in his crooked grin.
“Yes” you answered, climbing down from Viktor's lap and sitting right beside him, patting down the empty space at your other side of the bed for Jayce to also settle down.
“I…” You honestly didn't know how you could start a conversation like this. “Fuck it, I'm just gonna say it.”
You focused on taking a deep breath, and then determination came back to you and showed through your steady voice.
“I want a baby.”
After that statement, Jayce could keep somewhat collected and staring at Viktor for an answer, even though you could see a faint blush dusting his cheeks, because he already knew this bit of information. And even though Viktor's statement was a vague confirmation that he still wanted a kid, you couldn't make a choice without his explicit confirmation and that he also knew of your choice. You were starting to worry about if there was any brashness in your delivery, or if the sound that came out of your lips resembled more a demand than a want. And then, to your relief, there was a reaction from your partners.
Viktor, having heard your statement and feeling like his brains became scrambled eggs and his thoughts a puzzle in a matter of mere seconds, looked at Jayce for an answer.
“I also want a kid” was the response he found from Jayce’s lips. “You’d look cute pregnant, by the way.” A snort came out of your mouth.
And then Viktor's stare got lost, looking at nothing in particular in front of him while his hands went from being pressed on the mattress to his lap, one on each thigh. You didn't want him to get lost in his thoughts much time, so you took his left hand into your right, searching for his gaze once he noticed you.
"I think everything's calmer now. I think this is a good moment” you added, trying to pour some reassurance into your voice.
“Is that so?” Viktor inquired, still somewhat incredulous.
“Yeah, I think so too,” Jayce interjected. “We are healthy, you are healthy. No one's going anywhere, and the job's steady. We even cut some work hours.”
And then Viktor finally looked at you, an intense gaze burning into your own eyes.
“We would have to work even less for a year, at least. I don't want you to endure all the pressure by yourself.”
You nodded, accepting the promise hidden behind his words.
“Thank you… For considering it. This…" And this time you also looked at Jayce while you spoke. “I want you to know that this will permanently change our day-to-day life. I am ready, I want you to tell me if you feel ready, too.”
You felt Jayce kiss your shoulder. It felt sweet, it felt charged too. And when your eyes found him, a smile tugged at his lips. “I am, too. I can't wait, and I- I think you’ll look good pregnant.”
And finally you searched for Viktor's answer, trying to find it in the way his face visibly relaxed and no longer frowned, looking at you both once again.
“Eh, I think I'll need a haircut in case the baby pulls at it. You'll need one too, lyubov.” He then brushed his lithe fingers through your hair, curling some strands and tucking them behind your ear, so he could see your face.
You giggled, feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and laid back on the mattress, legs still hanging from the bed.
“Now comes the fun part, I guess…”
And once you said those words, the tense atmosphere came back with full force. Not nervousness, not anxiety, just… Expectancy. Each one of your lovers moved a hand to take the ends of the tie holding together your robe, sharing a look they just had when concentrating in one of their experiments or building one of their machines: deserving of all the attention they could give, then looked at you and finally pulled the strings holding together your cover.
Their breaths caught in their throats, every ounce of heed poured into taking every inch of your body. How every garment hugged your body deliciously, just for them and only for them to enjoy.
You couldn't tell who muttered a 'shit' and who whispered a 'fuck', because the next thing you felt were two sets of hands quickly grabbing your sides and the back of your thighs, carrying you shortly before unceremoniously throwing you into the pillows of the bed and making you slightly bounce, robe hastily discarded somewhere on the floor. When glanced at their gazes, you saw hunger, a fire you could quite place, really, given how familiarized you were to their desire. You could also see sweetness, because when could you remember a moment they weren’t sweet to you? Excitement, of course, if Viktor sensually licking his own upper lips was any sign… And considerateness. If you knew them half as well as you thought, they were being considerate of your own body. If you were successful, your body would surely change, your breasts would swell, of course, but after they wouldn’t hold the same form, and your belly would be swollen even months after you gave birth, your skin would acquire even more stretch marks than you already had… But you also knew they would still love you all the same. They would still gaze upon your body with the same devotion, hold you with the same adoration and make love to you with the same fervor they did, that they had done for the past (almost) decade. You felt secure in their arms.
Viktor leaned in to kiss you the moment you were settled, slow but sensual, open-mouthed, tongue tracing a line on yours every time your lips met. Meanwhile, Jayce took the job of kissing behind your ear, then slowly tracing down your neck and stopping once he reached the junction where it met your shoulder, licking and sucking one single spot until you were moaning, his canines bringing small pinpricks of a delicate pain every time he suctioned at the delicate skin, Viktor greedily swallowing the sounds you made. Then he went from your mouth to leave hot kisses to your jaw, then neck, sucking and nibbling while Jayce moved from your neck to your mouth once again. Unexpectedly for you, Jayce was taking the lead of the kiss by grazing his tongue against yours, and every time you tried to pull back he pushed you towards him, cradling you by the back of your head. You couldn't do anything except open up your mouth and take what he offered, the other hand gripping your waist so hard you were sure there would be a visible mark the next day.
Viktor's hands wandered more, first to your hips and then waist, and finally shoulders, where he gently pulled the straps of the lingerie down. You thought he would leave you exposed then, but he just left the straps there, circling your shoulders, the chaffing of fabric reminding you that you’d rather feel the air against your bare chest instead of the garment. But there was no need to rush, you had time. You had time. 
Viktor was an absolute tease, you remembered then, and only because you felt his hot breath skimming your neck and then your clavicles in kisses that could barely be called as such. His caresses light like a delicate feather, fingers still hooked in the straps of your garment and thumbs grazing the clothed underside of your breasts, not quite touching you.
The warmth you felt was barely there on your sides, and you wanted more. Jayce, always the sweetheart and always willing to indulge you, lowered the hand cradling your head, and soon you felt his skilled fingers circle your nipple, thumb, and forefinger bringing it into a peak. His hands felt warm, even after getting out of the shower on a cold night, even if they were touching you with the bothersome barrier of clothing.
“That was my spot,” commented Viktor.
“You were taking too long,” you replied to him, parting from Jayce's lips with a wet sound, only to be replaced by Viktor's, his hands cupping your face and the coldness of his augmented arm contrasting with your rising temperature. The night suddenly didn’t feel as wintry as it did a few moments ago.
With deft hands, Jayce started undoing the back straps that were tying your bralette together, kissing his way until your torso was free of any lace. You felt a sharp pain at the swell of your breast before noticing it was his mouth, tongue near your nipple sucking the tender skin of the areola, but refusing to latch his mouth onto the nipple itself. Viktor's teasing nature seemed to have rubbed off on him, much to your chagrin. His lips felt like they were leaving a trail of embers on your skin, like he was setting you ablaze with no plans of helping you drown the fire, but to help it grow on you, let it grow until you three were consumed by the flames.
A hiss came from between your teeth when Jayce bit the small nub, causing you to pull away from Viktor's lips in surprise. You expected him to retake his position kissing you, feeling a mix of disappointment and excitement when Viktor's mouth latched onto the nipple Jayce left neglected, giving you sweet and relief contrasting with the sharp pain of Jayce's teeth.
He tugged lightly with his teeth, a whine echoing in the room now that your mouth was not being blocked by anything. Several years before, you would have been embarrassed by the sound that came out of your lips, but now you liked being louder, letting your lovers know you liked what they were doing to you. And when he finally got tired of torturing you, his tongue lapped at the nub softly, almost as if apologizing for the pain he had caused.
“Fuck, I love your tits, babe” Jayce moaned into your breast. “They will get bigger once we knock you up.”
You shuddered and Viktor groaned, the vibrations of his voice reverberating on your skin along with a sudden exhale of warm air.
“You really get off to the idea of getting me pregnant, don't you?” you teased.
“It might not be only an idea tonight, dear.” Viktor's voice was thick with something you could place as lust. But also, with the way he looked at you through his lashes, it was adoration. He placed a gentle kiss to your clavicle, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you, my love.”
Jayce slid his middle finger into your cunt, relishing in the breathy moan that came out of your lips. Viktor's hand soon joined Jayce's, but he was circling your clit with the pads of his fingers to add to the stimulation, careful of not touching it directly but rather the edges, knowing how sensitive you were. They really knew your body, and in their curiosity to understand it they always liked to experiment, what turned you on and what got you going, what made you quiver with need and moan the loudest. Not like one of their inventions, but rather like discovering a new world hidden in your tender curves.
Sometimes they would do this. Sometimes they would, quite literally sometimes, double team you. Since the first moment that you felt their dicks inside you, you loved the sensation. Feeling full of them, worshiped, adored, the palms of their hands showing how entranced they were by you, how much they loved you. Of being also taken care of, of being fucked stupid on their cocks until you were a drooling mess and begging them to let you cum every time their thrusts stopped and deliberately left you hanging on the edge. 
Sometimes you would team up with Viktor to make Jayce a stuttering mess, talking in what could only be described as plain gibberish and pleading, almost sobbing with the over stimulation of being inside you and Viktor fucking him from behind. 
Sometimes it was a team effort between you and Jayce, letting Viktor slide his cock between your joined lips, trying to kiss each other even though you knew Viktor's shaft was on the way, taking turns deep throating him and then stopping when his cock started twitching and cutting short his orgasm just when he was about to cum, enjoying how Viktor's dominant behavior suddenly went away behind almost sobs and pleas, begging for the sweet mercy of release.
What was happening tonight was them teaming up on you, crooked grins and breathy chuckles at the way you squirmed under their touch, combined with the secure hold they had on you, making you feel… Safe, cherished, loved.
“More… Please…” you whimpered, feeling your thoughts start to lack their usual connection with your words.
Jayce added a second finger inside you while Viktor kept circling your clit. And while you felt a very distinctive heat pooling at your lower belly, it still wasn't enough to satisfy you. Not with the slow pace they were going for, giving you just a taste that barely served to quench your hunger for them.
“Please… Please just fuck me already.”
Jayce searched for Viktor's gaze, his fingers not once stopping their movements inside you. “Which one of us goes first?”
And before they could even begin to ponder about it, you answered for them. 
“Both. Both, I want you both inside, please…” They surely would have thought that you wanted one inside your pussy, while the other fucked your ass, but you already held a conversation about what exactly did you want, and, was it even possible to take them both at the same time?
Viktor's eyebrow arched, and he looked at you while sitting up, Jayce’s fingers retreating from your pussy with a wet sound that would have made you embarrassed had you not been so eager for them to fill you up this badly.
“My dove… Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I- You sure are…” But Jayce’s words remained a disorganized train of thought, coherency scrambling to reach his head.
“If I recall correctly”, interjected Viktor once again. “You have said, more than once, that we were ‘too big’, yes?”
And of course Viktor would say something like that, with a cocky smile to accompany his words. You had already done your research, it was possible without getting hurt, you just needed patience and a lot of lube, naturally.
“It can be done,” you replied, almost out of breath. “I just need to be relaxed, and it’ll be easier if I cum once or more than once before.”
You took one hand of each man and held them against you, warm palms brushing your lower belly, calluses against skin and slightly pressing below your navel, giving in to the fantasy of you walking around, glowing in your pregnancy. And then, if you were all on the same page and agreed, you could repeat the process, so your new baby wouldn’t be an only child, unlike you or your husbands. You would make a happy family, your own safe place protected against the cruelty of the world. Sure, you couldn't isolate yourselves from the incidents that living itself could bring, you couldn't just wrap your home in clouds and hope for the best, but you could provide solace from the dark times, you could provide a light for guidance.
You heard their breaths slightly hitching, Viktor’s cheeks reddening even though he has done much, much filthier things to you in the dark of the night.
Jayce shot a concerned glance at Viktor. If you had said – more than once, even – that each one of them was too big, how in the world did you pretend to accommodate them at the same time? You, however, weren’t planning on retreating from your offer.
“Please… If anything hurts I’ll tell you, I just… I need…” But you didn’t even know what you wanted anymore, just that you wanted in general, and it was setting you ablaze. 
And they would be liars. They would be damned liars if they told you they didn’t get excited by the thought of it, if they didn’t feel their cocks twitching at the fantasy of feeling you from the inside and feeling each other at once, from filling you together time and time again until you were sated, until you positively knew that you were carrying the next little addition to your, until now, family of three.
Jayce smiled at you, it was warm and gentle, yes, but also his gaze held a promising fire within, a promise that they wouldn't fail you. Not only regarding now, not only regarding your future kids, but they wouldn't fail you ever.
“If you want it, we can do it, I mean, we can make you cum at least twice, right, V?” He adds, looking at Viktor and expecting an answer.
“We certainly can do it” he says, resuming his position beside you and lying on his side, kissing your cheek.
Jayce hooked his fingers inside your underwear and pulled down, tapping your hips, so you could lift your bottom and give him space to get you out of your clothing. Viktor caught your lips against his once again, tongues clashing with teeth, practically devouring you and in the short seconds his lips weren't connected to yours warm breaths exhaled against each other. Meanwhile, Jayce kissed his way from your neck to your nipple, nibbling and sucking just for a few seconds before he trailed down, to your ribs and making sure he left a purple bruise against your side, and then kissing down your navel, and finally his warm breath fanned against your folds, sending a shiver through you. And before you could even entertain the thought of his tongue against your clit, he bit your thigh briefly and slightly pulled at the supple skin, making you hiss against Viktor’s mouth, more in surprise than pain. Viktor brought the hand that was gripping your hip to the top of Jayce’s head, a fistful of hair between his fingers as he forcefully guided his face against your wet slit. He hissed a 'Be nice' between his teeth, before resuming his demanding kiss and his hand returned to knead your chest.
Jayce moaned at the rough treatment, kissing your thigh in apology. Then, you felt his tongue giving a tentative lick from your entrance to your clit, making you shiver and moan once again. You felt Jayce’s big hands gripping the back of your legs, spreading you open for both better access and his own enjoyment.
“You're always so wet for us, gorgeous.”
Then Jayce’s tongue started to give small, kitten licks against your clit. However small they were, it was enough to send liquid fire through your veins and make you spread your legs even further, feeling Viktor’s teeth against your pulse point, lightly biting the skin and bruising it a beautiful purple color. Jayce lapped the flat of his tongue directly against your clit this time, drawing you the feeling of pleasure and a moan from you. His middle finger prodded again at your entrance, and your left hand snaked down your belly and closed into a fist once reaching his hair. Both Viktor and you knew how much he liked his hair being pulled.
“Fuck” he moaned against you, rhythm faltering and his tongue ceasing its movement, the vibrations felt amazing against your body.
And also, you knew Jayce liked being told what to do.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” said Viktor, grabbing Jayce by the same place as you were and making him press his nose against your clit. His tongue finally delving into your wet hole and enthusiastically swallowing your juices with a needy moan. He often enjoyed himself to the point of making noise as if he was the one being sucked off, but instead, he was lapping at you like he was a starved man and your pussy was the best meal he’s ever had. He ripped a moan out of your throat when his tongue reached that sweet spot inside you, and the pad of his thumb found your clit.
“Good boy”, Viktor said, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds open.
With your free hand, you trailed into Viktor’s pajama pants and then past the waistband, searching for his cock. You let out a delightful, satisfied moan, finding him already heavy and hard on your hand. One of your nails raked lightly from the base to his cock head, which earned you a groan from him, and quickly your hand found him again, this time stroking slowly and letting you feel his warmth against you, his moans greedily swallowed by your mouth.
You felt two thick fingers enter you and a tongue sucking your clit, ripping a sigh from you that intermingled with Viktor’s sounds in the middle of a kiss.
“Make sure to make her nice and wet. After all, she will take both of our cocks.” Viktor’s talk mixed with Jayce’s assault on your cunt made you feel like someone had ignited you from the inside out, but instead of wanting them to stop, you wanted more.
Each stroke of Jayce’s fingers was made with intent, he knew exactly which spots to touch and rub for you to truly feel the need between your legs grow, to let go of any sort of control and any kind of fleeting thought. Jayce made a scissoring motion with his fingers inside you, your walls clenching every time he rubbed the right spot, a whimper coming from your mouth and thighs starting to tremble. His rhythm was slow, you could feel the heat between your thighs but not quite to make you lose your mind over it, not enough to be satisfied. Fuck, was he doing this on purpose? You thought so, until he brought his lips to your clit and sucked, his fingers curling in that upward motion he knew too well that made you cry out in pleasure.
“Jayce!” you moaned, voice not quite a whisper anymore. You felt your walls tightening around his fingers, legs spreading embarrassingly wider.
His other hand went to the back of your thigh, spreading you further until your knee was up to your chest with a squelch, feeling that your wetness not only made your slit glisten in the darkness, but it was also coating your soft thighs. Viktor left your lips and gently took your hand off his hardened cock, maneuvering, so he could be with his face near your breasts. He put his mouth again on your nipple, lapping and then swirling his tongue around it, finally sucking and slightly burying his canines into your tender flesh, his fingers pinching the other nipple and bringing it into a peak.
You felt a third finger being added to your entrance, making you feel that delicious stretch, and Jayce sped up his pace. Finally, you felt the pleasure coursing through your body, the muscles of your legs tensing and your walls tightening around your lover's fingers.
“Fuck, Jayce, don’t stop…”
He answered his affirmation into a moan that reverberated into your core, a keen coming out of you. Jayce’s fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, massaging your tightening walls, while Viktor kept sucking and nibbling at your tits, and soon you found yourself clenching more and more while Jayce kept moving his fingers, knuckle-deep into your cunt.
“Jayce, Jayce, Jayce…” you moaned his name like a prayer, begging in desperation for him. “Fuck, almost there, don’t stop!”
You were gripping him like a vice, the contact of his hand against your cunt creating a lewd squelching sound every time he thrust into you, and your juices dripped into your thighs, running until Jayce's wrist was slick with your wetness too, and into the mattress. The pads of his fingers were hitting that right spot inside you, the one that made your vision blurry and your thighs quiver. You felt like you were drifting away in pleasure, but at the same time you felt safe with both Jayce and Viktor, you knew they would be there when you came apart to pick the pieces back up.
And they were watching you at that very moment like you held the firmament in your hands, like you hung the clouds on the sky and the stars from your fingertips.
Viktor left your breast, so he could nuzzle his cheek against your chest.
“Come on Jayce’s fingers, my love. Come and then we will give you what you want” he coaxed. “Come, and then you can come on our cocks until you're satisfied, my love.”
“Shit, Viktor!”
Your thighs couldn’t stop trembling while you let the thread snap, pleasure, and euphoria and adrenaline and relief finally washing over you, clenching tight around Jayce’s fingers and moaning into the cold air of the room that took the shape of a yes, yes, yes. You searched for something, anything to grab onto and quickly a cold, steel hand gripped gently into yours, letting your fingers intertwine. Viktor whispered something that resembled 'good girl' in your ears, praising you. The sucking became a gentle lap while you rode out your orgasm, the fingers inside you slowing down until they stopped altogether and your walls stopped spasming, Jayce greedily swallowing your juices with his tongue.
Your breath was erratic while you rested your cheek on the plush pillow beneath you, you didn’t even realize you searched for Jayce’s hand in the middle of your orgasm, but apparently your fingers were intertwined now too. He kissed briefly your thigh, as if he was thanking you for letting him devour you and not the other way around, and rearranged himself to lie right beside you again, on his side and grinning from ear to ear.
“I love you,” he said.
Even though you never forgot how besotted they were with you, how enamored they were with the mere thought of your presence, sometimes you found yourself surprised at how casual Jayce’s displays of affection were. Effortless, telling his undying love for you and his eternal devotion for Viktor to the entire world, like it was the most natural thing; a constant, a law, as if he was stating a fact like indeed, water is wet and rain comes from above to the ground. He said he loved you and Viktor many, many times, but it always felt very special every time he professed those words. Like with every sentence he told you a different reason why he loved you, and this time it surely felt like a ‘thank you’.
You were still trying to catch your breath, panting lightly, but still you craned your neck to place a kiss to the tip of his nose, not having the energy to say the words back, but you hoped he understood the message. You would rip the clouds off the sky and set the moon ablaze if it made your lovers smile.
“Don’t tell me you’re done before we even started, gorgeous,” he said, earning a chuckle from Viktor.
“I promised we would give you two, no?”
And you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, even though sometimes you were impatient in the way you claimed them, but who could blame you? Sometimes you even thought the Gods themselves carved their faces by hand. You only hoped your little one could inherit their good looks, their brilliant minds, their kind hearts.
When your breathing finally was becoming steady, Viktor brought his hand down to your abdomen again, caressing your skin with featherlight touches meant to tease you, to make you squirm in the place you were lying on. Without any further hesitation, he dipped his middle finger inside you and found there was no resistance at all, given how slick and ready you were for them, how strong your last climax had been. Your moan was a little more than a gentle exhale, but it still spurred them on to continue what they were doing. Jayce once more brought his lips to yours, a tangle of tongues and clashing teeth, while Viktor nipped and sucked on your neck. You were going to wear an assortment of purple and red blooms later and for a few days, of that you have no doubt, but you still let them claim your skin. You felt Jayce’s middle finger prod at your entrance, the intrusion making you moan into his mouth and earning a breathy whine from him. Soon, they both added a second finger, stretching you wider than they normally would in preparation for what they would give to you, Viktor’s thumb circling your clit in an effort to bring you to a second orgasm.
You shouldn’t have been so close this fast. You wouldn’t, normally. But it shouldn’t have surprised you, with the way their moving fingers thrust inside you in matching rhythm, burying them to the knuckle. You pulled away from Jayce’s mouth, feeling like you couldn’t be quiet anymore with the sinful way their touch was making the inside of your thighs ache, with how spread your legs were, each one propped on each hip of your husbands’ while they laid on their sides. You were quickly approaching your climax once again, 
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes…! I’m gonna—” but the rest of your high-pitch sentence was cut-off by the crashing of your own climax, white-hot pleasure that coursed through you, from head to toe, back arching and toes curling, and mouth blabbering a string of silent curses, your voice lost to the sea of mixed sensations that washed through you. Their moving fingers slowed their rhythm, gradually halting to a stop to help you ride out the maddening pleasure.
You huffed a breath with a smile on your face, worn out and at the same time with rejuvenated energy.
“Can we try now?” you asked, hopeful and eager.
Viktor let go of your leg to stand up and discard the rest of his clothes, opening drawers in the nightstand searching for a bottle of lube you knew he kept. Jayce helped you maneuver your body and positioned himself under you, with your chest pressed against his and your knees resting on every side of his hips. You let your cheek lie atop his left bicep, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his mouth placing a chaste, sweet kiss atop your head.
“If anything hurts, or you change your mind, you tell us, okay babe?” 
You nodded, heart swelling from the endless affection shown to you by every action, unstopping in quantity.
The brief silence of the room was broken by the slick sounds of Viktor squirting lube on his fingers, then tossing the bottle to Jayce, and both of them pumped his shafts, coating them in the liquid. The sound always managed to turn you on, listening to their low grunts while you waited for them to put their dicks inside you. Lowering your gaze, you lifted your hips briefly, just to watch Viktor teasing the head of his cock with his own thumb. Their size always managed to impress you, and even though you couldn’t remember a case when you didn’t need lube to take them fully, you still found yourself aching for that pleasurable, oh-so-good stretch they provided.
You were pulled out of your own reverie when a pair of hands grasped at your hips, quickly recognizing the touch as Jayce's.
“Are you ready, gorgeous?” he asks, lining himself up to your entrance. You nodded and started lowering yourself onto his cock, moving your hips up and down, each time taking more and more of his length until his hips were flush against yours. Jayce moaned once he felt his cock completely sheathing itself inside you, sounding needy and desperate.
“Your turn” you said, craning your neck to look over your shoulder at Viktor, who was entranced at the sight of your sex connected to Jayce’s.
Viktor helped himself by putting the pillow Jayce tossed at him for his leg, that even though it was augmented, you still were careful that he didn’t get hurt during your activities, in a way that made his heart flutter with pure adoration. He positioned himself between your and Jayce's legs and lined himself up, and you barely felt the head of his dick pressing past your entrance when you let out a shaky moan and Jayce cursed under his breath. His cock head was stretching your entrance beyond what you were accustomed to, and yet you wanted him to keep feeding the rest of his length inside you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” was the string of mutters you heard below you, Jayce's grasp on your hips becoming stronger and leaving a sharp pane in the places you were sure would bruise by the next day.
Viktor was not doing much better, not if the way his thighs trembled was any telling, letting out whimpers into the air of the room.
“W– Wait, hold on for a sec, please, Vik…” Jayce pleaded, voice strained by arousal and need. 
It surely did feel good when he started penetrating you, but it was too much, the stretch reminiscent of the very first time you fucked him. Jayce searched for your gaze with his eyes, always an anchoring and gentle warmth within his presence, and you realized he was looking for any sign of discomfort on your part.
Viktor preferred directly asking you.
“Is this alright, my love?” He then pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “We can stop whenever you want, if you so desire.”
“No, please keep going.”
And you knew he was worried about if this was too much, but fuck, you didn’t want him to stop pushing inside. He did, inch by tortuous inch that had you feeling every ridge and every vein of his hard, massive cock, until you felt the sharp angles of his hip bones against your ass.
Your eyelids fluttered, relishing in the feeling of being full to burst. You knew they could also feel each other inside you, and this just sent more liquid fire through your veins, knowing that you three were connected in such a deep, primal level, that you weren’t sure of where one started and one ended. You were tempted to take a hand to your belly and press, just to feel them both from the outside, feel every centimeter of their skin bare against your slick walls, and the thin veil of sweat that formed in the inside of your thighs. It had been some time since you could have sex without condoms, given the pill made you feel icky since a couple of years back, and you didn’t know, amidst the sea of pleasurable sensations you were feeling, if you would last much time.
One of your hands found its way to take Jayce’s, intertwining your fingers, his other hand gripping the back of your thigh. Viktor rested his palms on your hips, and you noticed their initially labored breaths were now regulated, more in control of their own reactions and the situation. Still, they were waiting for your approval.
“F– Fuck, you feel so good, babe” says Jayce, voice strained. “I– shit, I can feel you clenching so damn hard, beautiful.”
“So tight…” answered Viktor in a breathy voice, egging him on. “Can we move now?”
“You can move, it’s okay,” you assured them.
The first hesitant thrust was from Viktor, pulling out as slowly as he pulled in, almost as if he wanted you to feel him in his entirety. Jayce didn’t stay behind, and he also thrust inside you, letting out a ragged breath. At first their joined movements were coordinated, thoughtful, with the clear intent of watching you come apart at their hands. Your moans were almost silent if it weren’t for the ragged breaths you left out, and Viktor even had grabbed you as gently as he could by your throat, arching your back, so he could press his lips to the shell of your ear, the cold steel of his augmented hand warming up rapidly against your hot skin, and whispered in your ear.
“You were so eager a few moments ago, did the cat eat your tongue, hmm?” he murmured, biting the sensitive skin below your lobe and eliciting a high-pitched keen from you.
“You’re clenching so fucking tight around us. Ah- shit!” blabbered Jayce. He looked ravishing, sweaty skin, flushed cheeks, the muscles of his abdomen contracting and stretching in an effort to shove himself deep inside your velvety warmth. You ran a hand through his abs, enjoying the way they felt under your touch.
You knew they were rubbing against each other's cocks while pulling in and out of you, grunts and moans coming out of their throats, shivering in ecstasy every time their cock heads grazed against each other. 
It didn't take long for their strokes to become uncoordinated, though, and instead of slamming into you at once they started to follow their own rhythm, relentless in their frantic, merciless pace inside your pussy; one cock thrust into your heat while the other pulled out, only for one of their cocks to push back in. Their drag against your walls wasn't exactly rough, but it wasn't gentle either, and you could feel yourself tightening more and more. 
“Fuck, fuck, ah! How do you feel, baby? You feel so fucking full, huh?” The tone coming out of Jayce's mouth wasn't harsh, he knew how to put that silver tongue of his to good use in bed. He cradled your cheek with his hand, tilting your head down to look at him, wearing an unusually cocky grin. 
You, however, found yourself devoid of any noise or word, instead whimpering sweet moans near Viktor’s mouth, breathing intermingling. Your eyes were rolling back to your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth in an attempt to get the words coming out of your mouth, something, anything at this point that wasn't needy whines.
Suddenly you felt Viktor yank you by the hair, bunching it into a messy ponytail. He tilted your head to the side, so you could see him, his thrusting not faltering even for a second. Your pants mixed with his heavy breathing, you thought he was about to kiss you, but he blurted another set of words.
“He asked a question, my dear,” he grunted, briefly latching his mouth to your pulse point and then coming back to lick a hot trail from collarbone to your jaw. “It is quite rude not to answer, hmm?”
His breath fanning on the shell of your ear brought goosebumps to your body, your back arching and giving Viktor more room to gaze at where your bodies met, biting his lip to stifle a groan when he saw his wet dick pulling out of your tight heat. He thrust back in, your aching and trembling thighs meeting his hip bones, a wave of pleasure coursing you from head to toe. Trying not to shut your eyes, you saw how Jayce let out a huffed breath, his lips curving in that o shape you adored so much.
“Well?” managed to ask Viktor once again. “Are we filling you up how you wanted, mmm?”
In an attempt to answer, a high-pitched noise came out of your throat. You quickly composed yourself and answered. “Yes, I– hmm, it feels so full and good and– yes, yes!” At that point, you were just blabbering, not caring if you were feeding their egos even more. You knew they got off on making you wordless, stuffed with their cocks and immersed in a mindless pleasure, the slapping of skin against skin resounding in your ears. 
You briefly glanced at Jayce, who shared a look with Viktor behind you, and gently they pulled out of you, one at a time. Jayce helped in turning you around, your back meeting the sweaty skin of his chest and Viktor helping you spread your legs until your knees reached your shoulders, hands resting on the back of your thighs and folding you in half. You noticed the previously cold steel of his augmented hand was now warm against your skin, and now that you were facing Viktor you had time to note on the flush blooming on his skin, from cheeks to chest, freckles adorning his pale skin like stars adorning the firmament, you almost wanted to get up from your place and kiss every one of his beautiful marks. 
Callused hands caressed the span of your ribs in a loving manner, catching your attention once again, and when you turned your head to see Jayce, he gave you a smile so full of adoration you wanted to melt right then and there. He lowered his hand until he took a hold of his cock, lining up once again with your aching cunt, and pushed inside swiftly. In a matter of seconds Viktor did the same, entering you a little more hesitant at first, but when he found no resistance he thrust his hips in one brutal movement, the heat coiling inside you back with full force and a groan behind your ear rumbled on your neck.
Your first thought was that they were about to fuck into you with renewed vigor, but you were equal parts surprised and delighted when Jayce grabbed your hips, their cocks slowly pulling out of you, and then he slammed you back until they were buried to the hilt, three sounds of pleasure filling the previous silence. And then again he did the same, his fingers gripping your soft, pliant flesh so strongly that you were sure they would leave a mark, but you didn’t care a bit. You felt light, dizzy, you didn’t even have to move on your own to feel that delicious friction inside you. Jayce was maneuvering you like you were just a rag doll, essentially manhandling you into his and Viktor’s cocks.
Their rhythm became quick-paced and rough, the wet sounds of your cunt squelching every time your ass met their hips with a slapping noise. Neither of you was going to last long, if the moans of Jayce growing louder and louder on your ear and Viktor’s face scrunching in euphoria were any indication. 
“Please tell me you’re close, beautiful.” Jayce’s sentence was a messy, breathless mumble of words warmly fanning the shell of your ear.
Heat was pooling within your core, your belly tightening, and you were climbing steady and rapidly to your peak. Viktor’s hand took yours and guided it between your legs, where you were joined, heavy exhales and reddened flush on his skin a telltale sign that he was as close as you were. They were stretching you so deliciously, their lengths reaching deep inside you, dragging in and out and driving you into reckless abandon. Your moans got louder when your fingers found your clit, flicking in circular motions that made you instantly clench around both cocks. You could feel every ridge of them, pulling in and out of your tight clutch. Jayce turned your face gently to the side, craning his neck and connecting his lips to your in the messiest iteration of a kiss you’ve ever experienced, slick tongue against yours that barely did anything to muffle his debauched moans and yours. 
You let yourself drift the more you approached your climax, so carried away that you hardly noticed Viktor’s face nearing yours. He looked absolutely shattered by his own pleasure, locks plastered to his face with a thin veil of sweat, mouth open and glossy eyes, begging you in a sweet, yet whispery moan “Come with us, my love,” he pleaded, nose grazing yours. “Come with us, and we will give you what you want.”
Viktor’s sweet kiss to your lips was a welcome contrast with the brutal way Jayce was slamming you onto their dicks, you could feel them twitching, ready to spill over the edge, and you could sense yourself approaching the edge more and more, spurred on by Viktor’s words.
“You will look so beautiful when you’re pregnant,” praised Jayce, his forehead slick with sweat and pressing onto your cheek. 
You were vaguely aware of only a few sensations here and there: your body pressed between two hot bodies, a warm breath fanning onto your neck, bringing you goosebumps through your whole body; a grip on your hips so strong that in theory you should have been feeling pain, however you only felt delight; the vibrations in your throat signaling you were moaning, very loudly, but you couldn’t actually hear yourself nor did you care, and the coiling inside you, thread ready to snap.
It was Viktor’s mouth on your nipple that finally sent you into overdrive. Your walls squeezed impossibly tight, white-hot pleasure coursing through you, a climax so powerful your entire body trembled, washing through you like a wave crashing against the rocks, and in the middle of your undoing came also your lover’s release. Their cocks twitched inside you, buried so deep you could feel them almost grazing your cervix, and it was followed by their seed, warm and spilling into you, coating your insides in a milky white. Through blurry vision, you watched as Jayce brought his hand to the nape of Viktor’s neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and meeting him in a sloppy kiss, their groans muffled by the other’s mouth. 
It took you a little more to ride out the aftershocks of your climax, loosely conscious that your hips were raised in a weird position. Right, to increase the chances of getting pregnant for real. This was happening. Holy shit, this was happening. The realization made you smile to yourself, eyes still closed.
A sigh of content went out of your mouth when they finally lowered the rest of your torso onto the mattress, finding that they extended a fluffy towel for you to rest.
“How are you feeling?” asked Jayce, who was holding a cloth with warm water to clean you up. 
Viktor returned to the room shortly after, you didn’t even notice he went, but apparently he did. He was holding a glass full of water.
“Good” you replied, taking a sip from the glass and then offering some to him. “Sleepy.”
Your head plopped on the soft pillow beneath you. A few moments passed, your consciousness dancing between the line of awareness and dreams. A shift in the bed alerted you of your husbands coming back to bed, sandwiching you in between. Viktor draped his arm over your waist, enveloping you in his embrace. Lying on your back, you saw Jayce rest his head on your chest, his hand lowering to the front of your thigh and caressing the skin there, where the beginnings of marks could be seen. 
Even though you already had a conversation with him about how you actually found the bruises hot, he always felt bad when he accidentally left them. Your gaze fell to his face, finding a pout on his lips already.
“Jayce, it’s okay” you assured him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that, right?”
His face instantly changed, smiling gently. “I know that, beautiful. I love you too.”
You wondered why Viktor was so silent behind you, until you heard soft snoring. 
“I can’t believe he just went to sleep right after.”
“I actually can,” you replied. “It’s like those robots he builds, his whole system shuts down.” The snort Jayce let out reverberated against your skin. “I call it the post-nut system reboot.”
He snickered, the sound mingling with your own giggles.
“I am listening to you,” a voice mumbled behind you. “Eh, this might be more of a shut-down of the system rather than a reboot, I don’t like waking up right after falling asleep.”
You knew he was smiling just by listening to his voice. It brought you joy and a sense of calm, drowsiness invading your system.
“I love you, Vitya,” you mumbled. 
You heard a faint love you too before silence fell again. You were now sure both of them had fallen asleep. Some questions emerged inside your head, about if you should go for a check-up with the doctor and start taking vitamins and whatnot, but shoved those worries aside in favor of getting a much-needed good-night’s sleep.
You would always thank every star that brought you three together, and allowed you to be by the side of two amazing men and share the rest of your life with them. 
The stars gazed back at you through the window, as you fell asleep.
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Hi! Thank you for opening a request :D
May I request a Jayce x reader (romantic, preferbly male, but if not that's okay!) where the reader is his security/bodyguard of some sort? And some angst would be interesting, but please do what you feel the most comfortable with!
Thank you so much again and have a great day :]
(Hey, I can do that! But not the angst, you didn't say anything for the angst, just "some angst" and I can't work with just that. Sorry, anyways, Enjoy!)
Jayce x Bodygaurd Male Reader
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At first, he didn’t think he needed a bodyguard after Caitlyn suggested it
She bickered at him about it, councilors were higher ups and usually had targets on their backs
A lot of people didn’t like them, she knew from experience with her mom as a councilor
There were the people who liked you
And the people who didn’t
He told her not to worry, that it was all good
But he noticed how she kept worrying after she saw reports of councilors being targeted by some group of goons
So, he finally decided to interview some bodyguards with her, her mom and her father
That’s where you came in
Jayce liked you
It was also a bonus you were a familiar face
You were smart, you knew how to deal with high stress situations, you thought quick on your feet and you knew how to handle yourself
You had quite a few letters of recommendation
You had done quite a few high jobs
One of the letters of recommendation was from Caitlyn’s mom
You at one point, had also been a bodyguard for Caitlyn when she was younger
And let me tell you, you had done a good ass job
Jayce and you back then were sort of friends, not really talking much unless Caitlyn was there for you to watch over her
Until you left to another job of some sorts
So he hired you and some of your friends who were on your team with you as the main one
Nothing ever really happened, you followed him around and made sure he was safe
He got sorta close to you
He liked talking to you since you guys spent so much time together
And one day, first time he actually saw you in action, was when you tackled a guy
The man was coming after Jayce, after he was a new councilor
The man had come to attack him, he had some sort of vendetta against Jayce and the council
Yeah, he’s stuck to you like glue after that
He’s not gonna be hiding behind you though when out somewhere
What he WILL do is be right by your side
Trusts you so freakin’ much
Especially after you guys get together
Thinks its kinda hot how you order people around when he has to attend an event
Feels special because its all for him
He will 100% try and distract you on the job
At an event?
He’s right by you flirting with you as he watches you try not to kill him for his horrible timing
And the boy just WALKS AWAY 
This smug mf
After a while Caitlyn gets assigned to his team randomly
He begged her parents
Caitlyn loves you 
Please don’t get distracted to much on the job though by him
He may be an idiot but he would like to keep his head
And he would love to see you tackle someone for him again
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Off with your Head
🍋 One shot
Pairing: headless horseman! Jayce X reader
Warning: Decapitation, Oral, rough sex, size kink, praise kink, scent kink, riding, gags, Dom/Sub dynamic, impact play, nipple play, cum play, Creampie
Gender neatural reader
Can't keep procrastinating on this forever! You have been warned and hopefully you will enjoy!
Thank you so much for all your support with my other Monster! arcane fics, espically with the popularity rising with my Werewolf Vander!
Thank you and let's hope I can keep making good content for y'all!
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it's been like this for a few months now. Waiting by your window as you listen out for the familiar sound of hooves tapping against the stone path to your home.
You lived in a fairly private corner of Piltover, much closer to Zaun than the bustling glow of the main city. You preferred it that way. There was much more privacy than everyone crowding the streets outside every morning. And the rent was much cheaper. It let you be indulgent with your hobbies and have a nice place to call your own.
You never realized how empty it was until you met him. He completely changed your world. Flipping it upside down as he somehow charmed you. Leaving you like this, impaitent and longing for his company.
How long has it been since his last visit?
Suddenly, the clicking of hooves caught your ear. You shot up from your seat, rushing towards your door. You opened your door as wide as you could. A smile stretched from your mouth to your ears.
"JAYCE-!"
You met him half way, your face smacking into his stomach as he stumbled forward. He leaned down, picking you up and hugged you close to his chest.
"(Y/N), did you miss me?"
"of course! You were supposed to come here two weeks ago! I was getting worried!"
As he began to walk he walked into your home, bending down as he stepped through your doorway. Somehow still smacking his forehead as he did. You couldn't stop the giggles that left you. A large smile cracked on his face showing off his tooth gap and sharp canines.
"I'm sorry, I tried sending a letter but they must gotten lost before they could reach you - I've missed you alot." He nuzzled into your shoulder, breathing your scent in.
"Really? How much?"
You couldn't stop the blush that rose to your cheeks. feeling his lips graze your skin. It was ridiculous how much you wanted to just melt. His body was so warm and you were sure if he kissed you now you'd fall out of his arms.
You yelped as he suddenly loosened his grip on you. you slid down to his waist, face just reaching his chest. "WHOA- HEY-! you could of dropped-"
You felt something hard between your legs. Pressing snug against you. Your face exploded into a bright shade of red as your gaze flickered between your connected crotches and his face. Still filled with love and sweet yearning.
"-me....is that- is that your satchel o-or-"
"I've really missed you, the Handkerchief you gave me no longer smells like you, i couldn't wait any longer to see you again."
He explained, adjusting your legs around his hips as you were further pressed against him. He looked down at you with an almost sheepish smile. Silently asking you if what he was doing was right. Despite his size and strength, he was always looking for your approval. what you wanted to do.
"but we don't have to do anything you don't-"
"always the gentleman, I want you too, Jayce."
You pushed at his chest, a gesture to him to keep going. He let you down much to both of your dismay. You took his hand and placed one hand on his stomach. Cursing at his monstrous height. Slowly leading him to the back door, into the second mini home you got installed just for him.
He landed onto the large bed as if your actual push weren't more than pathetic nudge. His legs sprawled as he grinned. His tail thumping behind him as you crawled to his lap.
"Did you ever....touch yourself whilst away."
"Yes.." there was a flicker of shame in his eyes. As if he said the wrong answer.
You simply pressed your palm to his bulge. Slowly rubbing it up and down, smiling softly at him as he twitched at your touch.
"What did you think about?"
"You, I just wanted to ran back to you but my research wasn't done-"
"You thought about me? How?" You asked, faking innocence as you added more pressure into your rubbing.
"Please...(Y/N) - i just wanted to be inside you, make you feel good and - and kiss you."
You leaned up, having to straddle his waist to hover over him. Just before your lips could meet something clicked in your brain. A single realization that made your brain buzz.
"You were out in the open.... someone could of seen you."
"But they didn't-! I made sure of it!" Jayce didn't even want to think about the amount of times he had to find a crowded spot in the fields with a raging boner.
It was far too embarassing.
"How inappropriate, Mr Talis, are you really that shameless?" You tsk-ed, removing your hand from his growing hard on.
"Not only do you keep me waiting but were showing yourself off for anyone to see? Perhaps I should punish you...remind you how to be my good boy."
Jayces brain split between excitement and horror. On one hand he was worried he actually made you upset but then he saw the familiar look in your eye. Knowing only pleasure was going to come his way.
"Im still your good boy, I made sure to not be seen." He leaned up, slightly propping himself up.
"And the fact you're late? What excuse do you have?"
He immediately lit up. His brain switched completely. Sitting up properly as he began to explain himself, apart of him wishing he was able to pace. Rather proud of himself for his latest discovery.
"Oh! That's actually really good news, you see I've made abit of a breakthrough with the crystals I found! They thrive in organic areas, plenty of matter to feed from to produce magic-"
"Jayce-! As happy as I am for you, perhaps tell me when we're not about to- ya know-" you slightly cringed at yourself. Now hyper aware of what you're doing.
"Oh- yeah, yeah! Right!"
"I love you, you know that?" You laughed, finally Kissing him.
"I love you too - am I still getting punished?"
"If you keep looking at me like that I might not have the will to do it."
That wasn't fully correct. Infact it only tugged at that sadistic part of you to ruin him. But your much softer side yearned to just keep him all love struck and have that goofy smile of his on his face.
"Oh really?" He smirked. As if he just won a competition, smug and proud.
"You're such a brat." You scoffed, lightly smacking his large chest.
When his smug look only grew you rolled your eyes. "What? You really think I'll let you do as you please because you have a handsome face? How narcissistic of you."
"It's worth a shot." He shrugged. Still smirking.
You shook your head. Deciding what you'll have to do to put him back in his place.
"So talkative...I think I know what I'll be doing first."
He tried to hide his whine as you moved off him. Pulling a box from under the bed, fishing out everything you needed. You stood back up, a crop in hand and a gag in the other.
"Put it on." You handed him the gag.
He looked down at it with twitching lips. Tightening the straps buckle at the back of his head. It looked very familiar to a bridle. A choked moan muffled as he pressed the ball shaped gag further into his mouth. Already beginning to drool.
You smiled at him as you smacked the crop in your hand to your palm.
"Undress." You gestured to his clothes, without hesitation he began to undo the buttons.
You grabbed the belt under his chest, tugging at It. "Keep this on."
He nodded. Finding a way to take off his shirt without fully taking off the belt. Throwing his clothes aimlessly to the floor with an eager grin. Stumbling and kicking out of his pants, almost stomping on his tail.
"Good boy!"
You kissed the ball of the gag just to tease him. Before kissing his forehead, giving his hair a slight ruffle. He leaned into your touch as he awaited his next order.
You pushed him back down on the bed. He laid there at your mercy. Unable to say a word only able to muster a pleading whine. You smacked the crop on his chest, causing him to jolt. His hands clenched the sheets beneath him as you slowly dragged the crop from his collar bone down to his nipples. Gently tracing around them before leaving a harsh smack just above one.
You always loved how sensitive he was. Pre cum leaking out of his massive cock as you sat down beside him. Placing a kiss to where you smacked, trailing your lips down to his nipple. Twirling your tongue around it as you used your free hand to roll his other nipple with your thumb.
He tried his best to not move too much. But the way you were making him feel was delicious. Already struggling against his gag as he felt the overwhelming urge to kiss you. He had to be strong for you. Be your good boy.
You stood up once again, dragging the crop down from his chest to his cock. Following the trail of hair on his stomach. Ghosting it up to the tip of his dick. Giving it a gentle smack before you sat between his legs. The smooth fur slightly tickling you. Placing the crop on his hulking thigh you leaned down, kissing the tip of his dick.
You grabbed the base of his cock, slowly pumping it. "You're so amazing, Keeping yourself restrained like this without me even asking - this is why you're so perfect for me."
The words came out as a purr. Squeezing his cock as you gave it another kiss.
"My perfect boy, always doing your best for me, I'm so proud of you."
Your jerking became faster. He was a mess. Moaning as every word of praise went straight to his dick. Becoming painfully erect in your hand as you continued to shower him in praise.
He tried to warn you but it only came out as muffled noise mixed in with whimpers. A thick rope of cum splattering on your face. You wiped the cum off, blinking away your surprise. Looking down at your hand with a raised brow.
"I didn't expect you to cum so soon, you must of really missed me."
He nodded furiously. Another whimper escaping him.
You decided to have some mercy. Using one hand to pull down your pants along with your underwear. Throwing it on the floor. His eyes were immediately trained on your sex. Your own excitement now visible. You hummed as you lowered your cum covered hand, gathering as much as you could from his weeping cock.
He was completely stuck. Just staring as you scissored your hole, thrusting your fingers in and out. Coating your walls with his cum as you gasped and moaned. Stabilizing yourself over him as you fucked yourself. Grinding against your fingers as you stretched yourself out.
"You've been so good for me, you want a reward?"
He nodded. Still watching you. Unable to look anywhere else.
"Gotta remove the gag, Honey, or else I'll never know what you want."
Jayce was quick to unbuckling the gag, gasping as he ripped it from his mouth. Drool coating his lips causing them to glisten. They were red and puffy. Matching the same red hue on his cheeks.
"i - I want to try something."
"oh? What is it?" You paused your movement's, ready to turn your focus fully on him.
"I want to eat you out whilst you suck my cock."
"that's all? I should of known." You chuckled to yourself, smiling.
You got up and prepared to sit on his stomach, knowing it would be abit of a stretch but you couldn't deny him. But he placed his hands on your hips, shaking his head.
"i- just don't freak out." Was all he said before he slowly pulled off his head.
You've seen him take off his head before. Curious on how it worked but he still worried for your comfort regardless.
Jayce slid off the bed, grabbing a few pillows. Helping you on your knees and made it so you were propped up by them. You thanked him for his assistant but still weren't sure where he was leading this.
You looked back at his head, sitting behind you with shining eyes. The dots finally clicked and you stared to the wall. Deciding if you were ready for this but you were curious on how it would be. Maybe you could utilize this another time.
You nodded your head. Lifting yourself up as his body grabbed his head, leaning his head on a pillow. At the perfect angle to reach your hole. You gently pressed down on his mouth, jolting at feeling his tongue on you. Mewling as he kissed and licked you up. You turned your attention to his throbbing cock.
Swirling your tongue around the tip before licking up the pre-cum. Trailing sloppy kisses down his cock, paying extra attention to the top of it. Sucking the side just under the head of his cock causing him to gasp. The vibrations making you let out a moan. Running your tongue up a long thick vein on underside of his cock. Watching him struggle to keep his composure as you finally put it in your mouth. His hands twitching and clenching at his sides. Lowering your head down, taking in as much as you could before tears stung at your eyes. He was far too big for your mouth.
You used your hands for the parts you couldn't fit. He moaned and whimpered, jerking his hips forward. Bopping your head up and down as you paid attention to his most sensitive parts. He was moaning against you, slurping you up. Tasting himself on his tongue mixed in with your arousal.
His hands found themselves on you. One holding you under your armpit, keeping you slightly propped up as your grinded against his tongue. And the other was on your head. Pushing you further down his cock.
You choked around it, tears falling down your cheeks as he fucked your face. You wish you could see his expression. Watch him become undone again but the way he was eating you out. It was too good. He was like a starved man. Savouring every last drop.
He pulled you off his cock, you let out a high pitched gasp as you came. Twitching as his tongue lapped you up. You sucked on the tip of his cock as you rode out your high causing him to reach his own release. Cumming down your throat. You gulped down as much as you could as you lifted yourself on wobbly knees. Steadying yourself against jayces broad body as you looked back at his head.
His eyes were cloudy and he looked completely blissed out.
"Jayce..? You okay?" You already knew the answer but you wanted to make sure.
"I'm amazing, did I make you feel good?" His words came out slightly slurred.
You chuckled, abit breathless. You sat down on your bed, picking up his head and hugging it to your chest. He looked up at through his long lashes with nothing but awe in his eyes.
"I feel great-! Just - that was very new."
His body sat behind you, pressing against you as you felt his still fully erect cock against your hole. You whimpered as he positioned it, slowly dragging it against you.
You were suddenly lifted, he got comfortable under you and placed you just above his cock. He looked up at you, silently asking you for your permission. You nodded, hugging his head closer as you were lowered down.
Letting out a hiss of pain as you were stretched. You doubt you'll ever be use to how big he was but that only made you roll your hips. You wouldn't have it any other way.
When skin met skin you both Stilled. Catching your breath as you leaned down, placing his head down before he pulled you back up. Holding your hips as he helped you bounce. Your eyes rolled back as his cock hit the perfect spot. Jayce bit his lip as he watched himself fuck you. Having the perfect view of your hole getting stretched by his cock. He was able to see Everything. It made him whimper.
"enjoying yourself? L-like watching me- me get fucked? You moaned out.
Jayce let out a shaky breath. "You're so beautiful like this."
You felt yourself get close. The band begining to tighten in your stomach. You slapped his thigh, he immediately stopped his movements. Before he could ask you what was wrong you already began to speak.
"as enjoyable as that was, I would like you to have a head again."
He made a small 'oh' face before chuckling. You grabbed his head once again, giving his lips a quick peck before handing him over to his hands. It was strange to hear him twist his head back onto his body. You tried not to focus on it, instead focusing on getting fucked.
He was suddenly ontop of you. Your face being pressed against the bed as he hunched over your smaller form. He kissed your shoulder as he began to pick up his pace again. Fucking into you just as greedily as he was before.
"Jayce~! Good boy!" You moaned, intertwining your hand with his. "You make me feel sOooo good!"
"yes-! Keep fucking me! Right there-!"
He was pounding into you now. Chasing after every word of praise as he grabbed your hip. Putting your ass more in the air as he positioned himself better. Leaning on your shoulder as he brutally fucked you.
The knot that was forming in your stomach came back in full force. Your orgasm getting closer and closer as you moaned at more words of encouragement. Even when you came around him he kept going. Able to slide in and out more easily now.
He didn't stop until he climaxed. Releasing a large load deep inside you.
"(Y/N)-!" he moaned out your name before falling on his side. Slipping out of you and brought you down with him. Snuggling close to you.
"I love you." He mumbled. Closing his eyes.
You shook your head. Getting comfortable as you leaned against him. "I love you too."
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thehistoriangirl · 1 year
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Natural Inclination
I think this fic is all over the place, but if you allow me, I’ll justify myself saying this was made while the ✨ baby fever ✨ took over my brain. Nevertheless, I hope you like it jkfkjsjkd :3
Jayce x gn!Reader**-----1.3K-----SFW
Summary (very much plotless fluff): Jayce as a dad, that’s it. That’s all. [Thanks for coming to my talk muhuh]
Tags: Domestic Fluff| **No gendered words for Reader but they have a baby| Did I say Fluff already?|
There weren't many people as physically effusive as Jayce Talis.
Even you needed to grow used to his random affections after you two began to date, the not-so-fleeting kisses on the cheek, or the hugs that pulled your body against his chest before he went to work after lunch.
It took some time for you to actively try and be as openly physical as he was, and thankfully, after a couple of awkward hugs, bad positioned kisses, and anticlimactic pats on his head, you obtained the ability to sense his hazel eyes looking at you from the corner of his vision, trying to be subtle.
In the lab or the house, it didn't matter. You were working over your desk—the living room table—but could hear, first the creak in the wood when Jayce left his seat, and then, his tiptoeing toward you.
At some point, your hands were ready to grab his shoulder when he tilted his body to kiss you on the cheek. With some practice you managed to shift your position, so you were kissing him on the lips instead.
You liked the sound of his surprised gasp, muffled halfway with a moan.
But getting used to his unreserved attention took time. Jayce was understandable every time you flinched when he touched you while you were distracted, head buried over paperwork. He learned quickly, deciding to call your name from a few meters away instead: "... Can I hug you?"
You nodded, smiling widely when you were alone. Blushing and looking at him with wide eyes when you weren't, that was most of the occasions.
However, it was only a matter of time before someone came to understand him fully.
It wasn't a matter of imitating, not anymore. It was… natural, one must say.
Inherited.
Ever since Jayce discovered he was about to become a father, he started to be even more physically drawn to you—you imagined that was the reason the baby copied his intense affection. Cuddling over the bed on the cold nights you two were still working, with you sitting between his legs, both lazy picking cookies and slices of fruit put in a bowl on the nightstand.
Of course, you weren't the only one to gain weight during the pregnancy.
Whatever the reason, the baby got drawn toward Jayce from the first moment. He used to lull her when you were too exhausted to even lift the covers of the mattress before falling asleep—which was most of the time. Sometimes, you were cold because Jayce wasn't hugging you, only to discover him stiffly sleeping on his back, your baby tucked carefully over his chest as his hands hovered over her figure.
Most of his free time, Jayce spent with his baby tucked between his arms, or hung at his chest, because the little creature seemed to be totally obsessed with him, discovering that babbling 'apapapapa' would make her father totally besotted, almost tearing up as the first time he heard his child calling him Apa, tiny hands all over his face as she giggled as if trying to memorize him by tact alone.
Time passed fast, especially when watching over a baby that soon enough was out of the craddle, moving on her baby walker, bouncing with chubby legs against the couches as Jayce looked, hands frozen in the air and lips open in a silent gasp. But the baby didn't slow down, and soon enough Jayce could hear his baby crawling, following him with happy coos, dragging a stuffed poro over the floor.
"Apa, apa, apa!" she said, completely ignoring your figure peeking from the corner of the bedroom, hands folded over your elbows as your lips expanded with a smile you couldn't completely hide.
Jayce set aside the locks of hair covering his eyes as he knelt to be somewhat at her height. "Princess, I told you to stay in the bedroom. I'm going to take a shower—" But his same hazel eyes looked back at him, the baby pouting, lip quivering, just like you did when you tried to make him spend more than with you, responsibilities aside. He was weak, and she knew it. "Alright. I guess it's time for you to take a bath, too."
He lifted her with one arm, the other taking the plushie out her grasp as Jayce walked inside the bedroom, baby crooning half-words she must have heard from your daily conversations with Jayce, others that could only be the result of discussions between Viktor and Jayce—you'd never said the word catalyst inside the house (and maybe never).
As the stuffed animal laid on the bed, Jayce took the pile of clothes you'd put in bed around half an hour ago when Jayce first said he was about to take a shower. Of course, he didn't, for his child wasn't done playing. And who was he to stop her? He didn't have many days off per week to indulge himself in quality time with his baby.
"We'll be back," he said, stealing a peek out of you while passing next to you, the little clothes tucked under his free arm, your baby playing with the loose threads of his towel.
He did feel bad for being unable to spend as much time with you as you were used to, but at least you didn't replicate his same puppy eyes, now improved with a teary feature, lips trembling. Now, Jayce understood what you called, chuckling every time: "top-quality trickery".
It happened many times, but especially, when he put his child down on the crib, still not completely sleepy, wishing to have some time alone with you. You'd be both laying on the living room's bigger couch, him asking you to read out loud any books you were revising to present in your classes. The baby would then sit despite him putting her perfectly tucked in the covers, little fist moving up and down as Jayce stepped further. Panting would follow, and then it would culminate in a shaky, filled with sadness: "a…pa…pa…" Without hesitation, and with his heart shattered, he would pick her up and shush to calm her, just a little.
As fast as it came, the tears would dry away.
That day, you finished planning your class a couple of hours later, and silence poured from the bedroom. Tiptoeing against the cold, wooden floor, you saw Jayce sleeping with a baby happily snuggled over his chest, his sleeping gown open to cover his daughter's back, even if he wasn't properly covered by the blankets.
The mattress dipped over your weight, Jayce turning his head toward you. He didn't have such a light sleep before meeting you—he usually slept over his stomach, and not even a storm raging outside would wake him up, and you suspected it only changed when your baby was born.
And speaking of. Jayce rubbed his eyes, sitting carefully to not awaken the little human over his chest. His hands were dexterous, repeating the same mastered movements to put the baby inside the crib, cover her with the fluffy blankets, and then activate the silent mechanism both he and Viktor ideate to move the cradle automatically.
When he returned to the mattress, you had already put the covers aside, leaving him an open entrance. You yawned, patting the pillow next to yours.
"Rough day, uh?" you whispered, your breath moving Jayce's black hair against his ear, making him shiver.
Jayce hugged you, as usual, the inner force trying to push sleep away, but his eyelids were heavy as he pushed you down the covers, your cheek pressed against his chest.
"I don't mind," he said, lips barely open as he kissed the top of your head, snuggling against your hair as Jayce sighed one last time before his breathing became even, muscle memory cradling your torso the same way he did with your baby.
With that thought in mind, gazing over Jayce's peaceful features, and then further, over the cradle outlined with the moonlight, you fell into slumber, a soft smile playing on your lips.
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thehoundwrites · 2 years
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Petnames: Part 2
Characters and what they call their s/o [feminine]
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Illaoi:
Babygirl, little one, love, baby, darling, sweetheart
Jayce:
Babe, Queen, Sugar, Sweety, Darling, Baby, Angel
Viktor:
Treasure, My light, Sunshine, Sweetheart, Gorgeous
Caitlyn:
Cutie, Princess, Baby, Babe, Hunny, Lovely, Wifey
Mel:
Gorgeous, Queen, Lover, Treasure, Kitty, Babygirl
Reneta:
Gorgeous, My dear, Mine, Princess, Babygirl, lKitten
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Jayce: Your smiling did something good happen?
Viktor: Cant I just smile because I feel like it?
Y/n: Mel tripped and fell earlier today he’s been smiling since.
Jayce:
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wiimuu · 2 years
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Jayce x Reader*
Childhood Friends.
18+ (NSFW)
You and Jayce grew up together, and care for each other more than you care for yourselves. You couldn’t imagine a life without him, and swore to yourself you’d never let anything come in between your friendship. Even if that meant your feelings. Will you live by it?
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The lab was quiet, dark, and empty. It was the middle of the night and you skimmed over the various papers scattered across the worktable and floor. You were a childhood friend of Jayce's and always supported him ever since you two were kids. He always had bright ideas, finding different ways to make certain tasks easier, even if it was something as simple as opening a jelly jar. Although you looked up to him, supported him, and practically followed him wherever he went, you couldn't wrap your head around his thought process and the way he did things. You smiled bittersweetly at the messy scribbling on the papers, some crumpled up and tossed away. Even if he was one of the smartest people you and others have come to know, you couldn't imagine how tired he'd been. A cold chill brushing over your bare arms caused you to shiver quietly, hugging yourself to stay warm.
"Trying to steal my thunder, (Y/N)?" You jump at the sudden voice echoing around the room, turning over to see Jayce in regular clothing as opposed to his usual buttoned-up shirt and white vest. You let out a shaky sigh of relief once realizing it was just him and settle yourself against the worktable.
"Looks like you got here a little too late, I've already memorized everything." His eyebrow perks up along with the corner of his lips, curling into a smirk. He scoffs loud enough for you to hear and walks closer to you. On nights Jayce found himself too tired, stressed, or just bored with working on his latest project, he'd call you. No matter what time it was or how long the call would last you were always ready to answer, even if you'd fall right back asleep after picking up. Not that he minded, either way, he soaked up your company, your voice, your attention. Growing up you assumed he viewed you as a little sister, so you decided to keep it that way, swearing to yourself to never let anything go any farther than that. Because things were perfect just the way they were now, and you didn't want to ruin that.
"Really? Guess I'll have to keep a closer eye on you from now on." Jayce smiles softly to himself and you watch him, feeling your chest start to ache at the sight. His clothes wrinkled and bunched up in all the wrong places, hair twisting and turning in every which direction, and his eyes tired. He leaned over the table himself, eyeing the mountains of papers in front of him. You feel yourself soften, sympathizing with him, and push yourself off the table and stand next to him staring at the same mountains he was.
"What's on your mind, Jayce? You look like hell." His smile returns softly but doesn't stay for long, and he sighs.
"Just some...personal things," He mutters out while glancing over to you from the corner of his eye, but you don't notice, "I couldn't sleep, too many thoughts, dreams I couldn't get rid of." You hum quietly to yourself in thought, thinking about how you could help. And partially what could be bothering Jayce. It was something big enough for him to not share with you, which was new. You two have shared your deepest, most embarrassing secrets throughout the years. You would always joke about how you two were only friends because you both knew too much about one another.  Jayce clears his throat and stands straight, catching your attention.
"I was going to come here to get my mind off things, but I don't think I'm in the right state of mind to work. Want to get some fresh air with me? Seeing as you're here, we could both use it." He wasn't wrong, you came to the lab despite not knowing a single thing because you couldn't sleep either. And the lab was the only place you felt comfortable loitering around in. Recently, you've been thinking of Jayce. A lot. It wasn't the usual concern for him, wondering what new invention he was coming up with, or if he'd been eating enough. None of that. Your thoughts were filled with just him. Broad shoulders, tired eyes, and his award-winning toothy smile. You found yourself snapped out of those thoughts with a hand waving in front of you, followed by your name. You shake your head and smile out of embarrassment, earning a smile in return from Jayce.
"Yeah, sorry. I'd love to." His smile stays and you two leave the lab together, shutting off the lights. Walking down the corridors, the only light being the moon peeking through the massive windows. And the only sounds of soft breathing and shoes tapping against the carpeted floor. You find your heart beating a little faster with each time your arms brush against each other, and being startled with every sniffle Jayce did.
Not too long later, you're both out the front doors and notice the heavy breaths you two let out at the same time, awkwardly laughing at each other. The crunching of gravel and various twigs under your feet make it feel less quiet along your walk together and somewhat settles your nerves. Although it doesn't do much with the acknowledgment of how close he is to you, no matter how little you try to scoot away as to not have your shoulders bump as often, Jayce seems to inch back to you. You cursed yourself in your head about having these kind of thoughts toward your best friend, and hating that he could affect you without even trying. You steal a glance toward Jayce and notice his eyebrows are furrowed, and lips tightened into a thin line. You stop in your tracks, worried. Without thinking, you take ahold of his forearm and stop him with you, his expression softening immediately.
"What's up (Y/N)? Are you okay? You've got a tight grip there." Jayce chuckles quietly and you realize you were holding onto him a little too tight, quickly letting go and clearing your throat.
"I could ask you the same thing, what's with the face? You look pissed." He stares at you, dumbfounded for a few seconds before laughing and rubbing the nap of his neck. God forbid you steal a peek at the way his shirt hugged his torso. This time you were pissed, you always knew when Jayce was avoiding you, hiding something. Others referred to him as cold, too professional. But being around him for so long, there was nothing about him you couldn't read. You lay your hand back on his arm, catching him off guard and feeling him tense under your fingers.
"You can talk to me, you know, about anything." He gulps and finally drops his hand from his neck, shoulders slouching and his head hangs, not being able to look you in the eye.
"Promise you won't walk away." This side of him was surprising to you. He was soft, scared, and tense. As if comforting a scared animal, you guide him to the nearest bench and you both sit down, holding his hands in your own. You lean forward to meet eyes with him and whisper, "I promise."
It takes a few seconds of Jayce hesitating to say something, before retreating back into himself and deciding otherwise. You'd be lying if you said you weren't losing patience, but you cared about Jayce way too much. Your mind raced at what it could be. Maybe a project wasn't turning out the way he wanted? Did Viktor bail on him? Was his idea rejected?
"I think about you, (Y/N). A lot." Your heart sank and fingers twitched against his. You look around the gravel beneath you, trying to shake yourself from your own feelings. He probably just meant he was worried about you, he must've noticed how strung out you've been lately. You smile at him and nod in agreement.
"Thank you Jayce, but you don't have to worry about me, really." He stays quiet before his grip tightens around your hands and lifts you to stand with him, not saying a word and throwing you off.
A hand snakes around your waist and supports your back while the other cups your face, lifting your attention up to a pair of golden eyes. You freeze, arms suspended in the air out of pure shock, and find yourself stumbling with what to say. You start to laugh and press against his chest, trying to pry yourself out and recollect yourself, your face a steaming mess. Jayce keeps you in place, holding you while staring at you with a stern expression, his eyes exploring different parts of your face. You couldn't handle the embarrassment, how close you two were, the way his arms and hands held you. Not to mention with the casual clothing he was in, being much thinner than his usual attire, you could feel how built Jayce was. You always knew he loved to stay in shape and basked in the attention, loving to brag about how much he could lift. Yet you'd never realize the reality of it till he was firmly pressed against you, his chest rising and falling as he held steady breaths.
"I'm worried about myself," Jayce whispers, his eyes focused on the lower part of your face, "What I'd do given the chance, the opportunity. If only I knew." His voice trails off and his grip softens, letting you stand on your feet properly, now not being able to look at you.
"Knew what?" You ask.
"How you felt, (Y/N). About me, what I am to you, what you want me to be." Your heart races with every word he says. This must be a dream, you thought, there was no way Jayce would be saying any of this to you. But, given if this were a dream, you'd take any chance you could get to be near Jayce the way you wanted to be.
Taking his face gently in your hands, you pull him to you, pressing your lips softly against his. The new feeling excited you, the texture, taste, and feeling of him melting into you sparked something inside you. Hunger. A soft mewl escapes from you as you snake one of your hands from Jayce's face to his hair, tangling your fingers in it. With little to no hesitation, Jayce gives into the kiss and wraps both his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly as if you'd easily slip away from him. The silence is filled with heavy breathing and soft smacking of your lips colliding, absorbing each other in, hands roaming, experimenting. Eventually, you two pull apart, lips pink and out of breath. Realizing what you'd just done, you attempt to fix your hair and fumble with your hands, not being able to look him in the eye. A lift of the chin and you look into those golden eyes again. This time hooded and heavy, filled with something you knew all too well. Your chest tightened and heat pulsed, your legs pressing together desperate for friction. This time Jayce leans in, placing a chaste kiss and leaves you chasing his lips, a small chuckle leaving him. Flustered, you pout at him, soon after turning into a sly smirk. Jayce looks to you questioningly.
"Let's take this to my room, it'd be a lot more..private." You watch Jayce stiffen and shudder at the offer, nodding softly regardless, eyes never peeling off of you. You smile, satisfied with his compliance and lead him to your room by hand. Again, another familiar walk filled with glittering moonlight and hollow steps. But the air seemed heavier this time around, as if you couldn't breathe, and needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Jayce continued to follow with laced fingers, not saying a single word.
Not too long after but what felt like forever, you find yourselves at the bedroom door. Before you get to even attempt opening it, Jayce has you pressed against the door, back against your chest. Your hands stabilize you from the sudden push and take a glance upward toward Jayce, his expression sending some sort of shock-wave throughout your body. Next is the feeling of his bulge against your thigh, you whimper shakily through your breath as your hands start to fidget and search for the doorknob. Finally getting it to open, the both of you stumble through the entrance and fall to the floor, back and hips pressed against you once more. You'd never felt so hungry, so desperate to strip and explore someone else. Let alone, that someone being your best friend, your only friend. That thought crossing your mind, you seem to snap to your senses.
"Jayce, wait!" He immediately stops what he's doing, trying to maintain his lost breath.
"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?" Jayce fumbles with his words laced with worry and regret. You sink into the floor and sigh.
"Is this..really okay? Is this what you want?" All you hear above you is silence and you regret stopping the moment, but would hate yourself for feeling like you've put this pressure on him.
"I haven't been able to sleep these past few nights because of you," Jayce mutters into your ear, his soft breath brushing against your skin, "I thought I had it under control, but the thought of the endless things I could be doing to you. That's what keeps me up at night. You, (Y/N)."
The confident and seductive tone of his voice could practically finish you off itself. You scrambled to gather your thoughts, only to be left continuing to scramble by another soft press from his hips. Stiffness grazing against you. You bury your face into the floor out of sheer embarrassment and let yourself lay limp, weakened by his confession. Satisfied with your reaction, Jayce lifts himself along with you in one arm and closes the door with the other. Holding you over his shoulder, he splays you across your bed, and his eyes feed off the sight. Your hair a mess, chest rising faster than it is falling, and eyes locked on Jayce. The straps of your tank-top cling loosely to your shoulders , and the sweats you'd worn were well beneath your hips. He soaked this all in, hands shakily resting on your knees. Pressing your legs apart Jayce invites himself in between, arms supporting him as he now hangs over you.
"(Y/N)..I don't remember how, or when it started. But it's been so long I don't even care anymore." Jayce puts a bit of lack into his support and kisses you gently, tenderly, then pulls away to look at you with hooded eyes. "I've wanted this longer than you could probably imagine. I've wanted you." You couldn't believe this. All these years, hiding how you felt, and he was suffering just the same? You examined Jayce's features, the lighting from behind casting shadows across his face. It was dark, but you knew he meant it.
"I've dreamed of being with you like this, for as long as I can remember, Jayce. I wouldn't have it any other way." Without further instruction Jayce locks his fingers into your waistband, gliding the sweats off your legs. Shortly after, your shirt goes off too. Now partially bare although not much is left to the imagination, Jayce marvels at you.
Dipping in he presses gentle kisses across your throat and scatters them across your shoulders and collarbones. Flinching at each and every touch, you didn't know what you'd gotten yourself into. You never thought Jayce could feel this way, could desire just as much as you could. Once you notice the kisses are migrating downward, you're snapped into reality and your head jerks forward, fingers desperately grabbing at Jayce's hair. He laughs heartily and looks to you between strands of hair, his eyes and smile nearly making your heart explode. Maintaining eye contact, you both feel your grasp start to soften, watching him slowly dip in between your legs. Not being able to bare the sight any longer your hands stay in place on top of Jayce's head, your own head tilted back bracing yourself. Cold, wetness jolts your body into curling and lock eyes with Jayce. His head between your thighs, your hands resting on his head, and his hands gripping your thighs for control. The sight burned a flame of excitement you didn't know you had in you. Jayce slowly taking the hint, he goes back to work, not breaking eye contact. He winds you up and doesn't stop till you're an absolute squirming mess. It didn't take long for that to happen. Intending to break you in, two soft pads of his fingers press against your entrance, his mouth now slowing to focus on you. You ached for his touch, finding your hips grinding desperate to have his fingers inside you. Jayce smirks at the sight and settles them in slowly, watching you whine and writhe because of him. He watched you intently while taking notes on the spots he hits that makes you moan.
"Please, Jayce." You begged breathlessly, hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life. "Inside me, I want you inside me." By this time all reason had left you, and all you cared about was having your best friend fuck your brains out.
You help him slip his top off, followed with his own pair of sweats, then his briefs. Your body shuddered at the sight of him, red, and begging to be touched. Your hand snakes down your stomach and let your fingers graze alone his member, watching him noticeable shake at the contact, eyes scrunching in concentration. Grabbing a hold of it, you press it to your heat, basking in the feeling, losing yourself once again. Jayce doesn't fall far behind, drowning in the slightest feeling of pleasure. Neither of you had felt anything like it, and you both drank it up, parched.
“I don’t think I can take much more,” Jayce manages to say through gritted teeth, hands clasping at the sheets beneath you. “…can i?” Before you care to think about it, you’re already eagerly nodding, watching Jayce smile in triumph.
He effortlessly slides in, your nails digging into his arms as he stretched and buried himself into you. Your body betrayed you as it twitched and ached for Jayce to move, making it more than obvious to him. Although he was barely hanging on by a thread himself, warmth surrounding him nearly causing him to melt. Feeling his arms grow weaker and weaker, he couldn’t tap out now. He wanted, needed this to last. As your legs rested on his hips as they wrapped around him, Jayce found himself trying his damned best to move, finding a steady rhythm to keep up with. Not being as slow and passionate as he’d hope for it to be, he couldn’t help but chase the immense pleasure that pulsed through him with each thrust. Each cry that slipped between your lips, watching your face relax and contort with every move, the hint of his name every now and again. He loved it all.
It wasn’t soon after he started to notice a change in your behavior. Your hips started to move a lot more on their own, your moans growing more needy, more desperate. He could tell you were getting close, and wanted to torture you more, slamming his hips against yours. Your cries now heavier, his name shamelessly screamed out and hands holding onto anything nearby for dear life. Just the sight was nearly tipping him over the edge, even though he saw how badly you needle release, he slowed himself down to savor this taste. Power, over you. You, who’ve teased and picked at him all these years, acting so high and mighty toward him. Now a begging, sweaty mess beneath him. Because of him. He groaned at the whine that immediately escaped you from the sudden pace change, your eyes opening to meet with his. He was enjoying this, every second of it. You felt intimidated, excited, and terrified at the same time. He’d messed you up this much, you couldn’t hide your need for him anymore. In front of him you were an open book for once, and the vulnerability only made your heart pound even harder.
“Beg for it, (Y/N). Tell me what you want.” The sudden mood change threw you for a loop, softly moaning at each kiss he pressed to your face. His hips were moving painfully slow, Jayce enjoying getting to know each and every detail of you, inside and out.
“I…I want you, Jayce. Please, please fuck me.” Your plea comes out in broken breaths and shame, hating the feeling of being told what to do. But you wanted to finish more than anything, hell if your pride was going to get in the way of that. He smiled sweetly, combing his fingers through your hair lovingly, locking them in.
Before processing the grip on your hair, you were already being slammed into again. Desperately adjusting to the returned feeling you cry out, sounds you’ve never heard yourself make. It’s not long after your body arches and pressed against Jayce’s chest, your head rolling back and your hips grind and ride out your high. He finally decides to let go himself and loses all strength he’d been mustering up this entire time, face falling into the crook of your neck as he spasmed inside you. His short exhales filling your ear and sending chills down your spine. Each twitch that comes from each of you, the other reacts out of sensitivity, and you both find yourself laughing.
Jayce slides himself out with a groan and lays next to you, hand resting on his forehead, catching his breath. You turn and lay your hand across his chest, coated in sweat and lightly drag your finger in circles over him, admiring his build. As he does the same to your back his head lazily turns to you, and places a kiss to the top of you head, catching you by surprise. Snoring follows not too long ago and you giggle to yourself, snuggling into him and finding yourself fall asleep just as quickly.
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hi, hehe;; this is my first attempt at a post. i love writing this kind of stuff, so i hope to continue to do more. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
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ovaltine-sopas · 2 years
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tw: needles, spoilers for arcane
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so hi! this is my first fic so i hope you like it :D ill also probably do a part 2 of this if i have the time :) im sorry if its a bit short
Arcane Men with a Nurse!Reader
(characters: viktor, jayce)
Viktor
you're his life support machine
ever since he started coughing up blood in the lab, you made him have check-ups every end of the week (not that he's complaining)
since he's a bit stubborn about it you sometimes reward him with sweets and cookies after every visit in your clinic
"...and that's it! You're all done for now, what flavor would you like?" "Oatmeal, please, the one with melted chocolate"
it hit you hard when you heard of his last incident with the hexcore
you never left his side from then on, and he is really grateful for that! while he isnt really able to show how much he cares, he does his best
he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand as you stay beside him on his bed, the least he could do to release your stress from what was happening to the both of you
"im sorry, i went a bit too far with the hexcore this time, if i just-" "viktor, its gonna be okay. we're gonna get through this, alright? i love you." "i love you too, liebling"
expect the night to be full of careful cuddles and kisses
Jayce
as a healer, he treats you with lots of respect. he always greets you with a small peck whenever you pass by, whether it be out where everyone can see or behind closed doors
this man fears needles with a passion, i can feel it
jayce rarely goes to the clinic but whenever he does, it's really just for a vaccine shot
"jayce, honey, come here, it'll only be for a few seconds" you inch towards him to the other side of the white operation table "y/n, i love you but please no-"
you distract him from the pain by holding his hand and sharing lighthearted conversations during the whole visit
"so whatd you have for lunch today?" "i had those ham sandwiches from the new shop down the street, they were pretty nice" "sounds cool, maybe we can have dinner there some time" "yeah, i want to try it out with you- OW!"
@weirdgabbywrites
hope i did a great job!
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mistiell · 1 year
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Arcane Masterlist
Angst - 🖤
Fluff - 💜
Smut - ❤️‍🔥
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💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
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💜Viktor and Jayce x TransMasc! Reader
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
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💜Viktor with and S/O with Joint Problems
💜Viktor with an S/O with Asthma
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Viktor x Fem! Councillor! Reader
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch
🖤💜Viktor with and S/O Struggling with Depression
💜Viktor and Jayce with an S/O that Struggles with sleep
Fics
❤️‍🔥Mornings like This - Viktor x Fem! Reader (Cringe warning, this was literally the very first smut fic I had ever posted)
🖤💜Emotions are Great, aren’t They? - Viktor x Fem! Reader
Summary: You and Viktor have been Dancing around each other’s feelings for years, both convinced the other doesn’t feel the same way. When Sky enters the picture, clearly head over heels for the man, you can’t help but feel jealous. Viktor notices and finally decides to take matters into his own hands.
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Marshmallow Shenanigans
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Sleep Deprivation is Wack
Jayce
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💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
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💜Prince! Jayce x Royal! Reader (kinda angsty if you squint)
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💜Flustered - Jayce x GN! Reader
💜Comfort - Jayce x GN! Reader
💜A less than Romantic Proposal - Jayce x GN! Reader
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Marshmallow Shenanigans
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Sleep Deprivation is Wack
Silco
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💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
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💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You
💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
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Ew, Affection
Vi
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💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
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💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse
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Fics
💜Piltover Parties - Vi x Fem! Reader
Shitposts/Textposts
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Jinx
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💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you
💜Quirks Arcane Characters have pt.2
💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
💜Arcane Characters with an S/O who likes to give Forehead/Hand Kisses
💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
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💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you
💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship
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💜Jinx x GN! Reader
Summary: Jinx asks you to braid her hair because you’re the only of that does it right.
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Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said
Arcane Memes
Arcane Characters as Shit my Friends and I have said Pt.2
Mel
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💜Rating Arcane Characters based on how Easy it would be to Sleep with Them
💜Would Arcane Characters Throw Hands and Why?
💜How Arcane Characters would take Care of You while You’re Sick
💜 Arcane Characters React to you Wearing their Clothes
💜Your Arcane S/O’s Favourite part of your Body
💜How Arcane Characters Flirt
💜Arcane characters with and S/O that get Angry Easily
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💜Arcane Characters Cuddling With an Awkward S/O
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uwuboowoo · 2 years
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Audience | Jayce x F! Reader x Viktor
One-shot | 6k + words | 18+ | Modern AU
Summary: For both of your boyfriends, it wasn’t a secret the content you created and uploaded. They knew about it, they didn’t have any problem with it, they had seen it and in fact they actually liked it.
And when it was time to do a live stream, their requests weren't something you expected.
"Not recording. A live stream."
"Oh?"
"Huh, so… This store sent me a bunch of their stuff, well, me and other people. I was thinking of using this vibrator." And then you lifted the hand that was holding said object, in a very attention-grabbing hot pink. "This is controlled via cellphone, and through an app you change the intensity…"
"Can we…" said Jayce in the faintest voice you have heard him stutter, "Can we watch? I mean! Can we watch from the room with you?"
And before you could answer yes, absolutely, you can also fuck me on livestream too, Viktor took a hold of his cane and got up the couch in unexpected speed, as if he wanted to freeze time before the conversation could go further.
"I want to, that is, if you agree… I'd like to have control of the, eh, intensity. Only if you agree."
Tags: Established poly relationship, use of sex toys, voyeurism, exhibitionism in the form of livestreaming, camgirl reader, Viktor being a menace to society AND encouraging Jayce to be a menace too, a little squirting at the end, edging, not proof read
I have more ideas for this exact universe regarding the sex tape thing, so if anyone has a suggestion, you can always send in an ask<3
Feedback and reblogs are very appreciated!
You can also read my other JayVik x Reader work
Also available on AO3
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For both of your boyfriends, it wasn’t a secret the content you created and uploaded. They knew about it, they didn’t have any problem with it, they had seen it and in fact they actually liked it.
It was something that you mentioned in reasonable time during the start of your four year long relationship with Jayce and Viktor.
I understand if you feel uncomfortable by it, but I have a porn account. Because other partners have been discouraged by it. It happened with Matthew, who said Sorry, I can’t be with someone that sells so easily, which you were thankful for because you dodged a huge bullet covered in red flags (God, Matthew alone would be his own workers’ union given how many red flags he presented). It also happened with Maritza, who said I’m sorry, I have insecurity problems that I must work on, and you making porn is not going to help me, for which your answer was That’s fair, I hope you find what you’re looking for, before you went home and cried because your just girlfriend broke up with you just two weeks after you started dating. You were only twenty-three when you started dating Jayce and Viktor, but that same rejection had happened four times already.
So when the answers you found were How? and Why?, you were surprised. Baffled. Shocked, even.
Well, at nineteen I got curious and started making my content for fun. At twenty-one I was already being paid for it. Solo content! It’s just solo content! And well, four years have gone by since my first video and here I am, I mean! I’m not on the top or anything like that, but I have a few fans I think?
Their answers were along the lines of whatever makes you comfortable and happy, and you were under the impression that they didn’t have any more questions. Somewhere along the (until now) four years you were with them, they asked for your exact username. They even donated sometimes, and you had no problem stopping mid-stream and saying One of my two boyfriends was just here! Make sure to leave hearts. And the stream filled with heart emojis. Later then, you would receive some tasteful pics of Jayce in front of a mirror, stroking his leaking cock and showing his toned physique, which you loved to see and touch. Or Viktor’s briefs with a very telling tent, even videos where he lowered the elastic waistband and his dick sprung free, tip reddened with a pearly drop of pre cum already formed. Audios with ragged breaths, panting, moaning, whines and full-on dirty talk. You looked so damn good on your stream, babe, I wish it was me inside you or Your lips looked gorgeous around your fingers, I wonder if they look as good around my cock. And by then, you would be turned on again and waiting for one or both of them to knock at your apartment and fuck you senseless, so you could wake up early and exhausted, and kiss them goodbye before they went again to their classes.
Despite their eagerness to see you, you didn’t think about it further than maybe they like to see me but not exactly being in my videos, that’s why you never offered if they’d ever like to be with you on camera.
But it wasn’t a secret. 
Some things were unavoidable, though, and ten days after you finally moved in together, you knew you wanted to upload something, anything, because at this point your viewers hadn’t heard anything about you for a whole month.
It was good timing that a company of sex toys wanted to sponsor a few videos of yours. And the first thing they gave you, because all your videos were solo? Vibrators. One in its classic form. Another, this time in a bullet presentation. And the last one was a double headed dildo with vibration, one for vaginal and one for anal stimulation.
On Thursday, you received the package. Unnoticed by everyone except you, it was swiftly carried from the doorstep to the room you used to take pictures and record a few things, among other uses such as storage for your fancy lingerie (that you designed and hand sewn by yourself, given how delicate the fabric was), your mannequins, sewing machines, entire meters of fabric neatly folded into a closet, and diverse machines to iron different kinds of clothes and fabrics. Sometimes Viktor would call it a glorified walk-in closet, and sometimes Jayce would joke that room is part fashion workshop, part sex dungeon, which earned him a small slap on the chest and your laughter at his silliness.
It was a simple room. A fluffy, round, pink rug placed in the center, always kept immaculate clean because you sometimes liked taking a few pictures there, among the ungodly amount of fancy cushions and pillows you collected over the years. Fairy lights covered the white-painted wall behind, just enough to bring some light to the fuschia sofa you set up close to the wall. No external light could enter through the thick red curtains, and it was better that way, so the candles you stored could be better appreciated. 
And your day of recording came, a saturday evening. You applied the faintest glitter on your collarbones, the back of your legs and your inner thighs. Dressed in cute pink lingerie, with red ribbons in the middle of your chest and your hips, crisscrossing on your waist and adding a nice accent to the fuchsia ruffles that you delicately attached to the front of the panties and the band of the bralette. It was well complimented by red gloves, made of silk with rhinestones carefully glued to them, making the illusion that you carried a red sky covered in glittering stars. The pink, sheer thigh highs were a nice touch to the overall doll-like outfit.
And of course, you stepping out of your shared bedroom dressed that way and holding a fucking vibrator on your hand was not something unnoticed. 
Viktor even delicately left the Nintendo Switch on the coffee table, gawking at you. His Animal Crossing redecoration is instantly forgotten in favor of admiring you. 
And lucky you, for the entrance door also opened. Behind the wood there was Jayce, in all of his sweaty, post-workout glory. He stopped fumbling with the keys and set them on the table beside the coat rack, all his attention on you the moment he realized what you were wearing. And what you were not wearing, too. 
You could audibly know that he swallowed by the way his apple bobbed, droplets of sweat still running down his neck. 
"You… Did you design this?"
You giggled at the way he stumbled over his works, and at the absolute silence of Viktor. You left them both speechless, spellbound by the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, in the way the garment hugged every part of your body deliciously.
"Yep," you said, trying not to grin. "I was thinking about adding this design to my shop, what do you think?" 
"You look beautiful," he answered.
"You should add this to your store," replied Viktor. "Are you about to… Record?"
Rationally, you knew his question shouldn’t have made you flustered, you have been in a committed relationship with these men for four years after all. Despite knowing this, your cheeks felt hot on your face, your face showing that you felt just a tad more shy.
"Not recording. A live stream."
"Oh?" 
"Huh, so… This store sent me a bunch of their stuff, well, me and other people. I was thinking of using this vibrator." And then you lifted the hand that was holding said object, in a very attention-grabbing hot pink. "This is controlled via cellphone, and through an app you change the intensity…"
"Can we…" said Jayce in the faintest voice you have heard him stutter, "Can we watch? I mean! Can we watch from the room with you?"
And before you could answer yes, absolutely, you can also fuck me on livestream too, Viktor took a hold of his cane and got up the couch in unexpected speed, as if he wanted to freeze time before the conversation could go further.
"I want to, that is, if you agree… I'd like to have control of the, eh, intensity. Only if you agree."
And how could you deny their requests? Their hands exploring the swell of your hips and lovingly caressing the line formed by your ribs only served as a catalyst to agree on anything they could say. You'd gladly put a collar around your neck and offer the leash, you'd gladly let them have you in any place they wanted, no matter where or who saw. You only knew trust and love at their capable hands, what reason could you have to say no?
"Yes," you answered. "Handsome, you can take a shower while I set up the couch and connect Viktor's phone to the app."
Jayce left the living room and made a beeline from the room to fetch his towel and then to the bathroom, so he could clean himself.
With your head, you signaled Viktor to follow you into the room. There, you invited him to take a seat on one of the puffs you had lying around the room, meanwhile you set up the couch into a bed, laid the comforter on top of it and a few red satin-covered pillows. Your hands worked steadily on setting the camera on the tripod, knowing exactly the angle you needed for your face not to be shown unless you wanted.
Despite having done this for years, you hated the thought of anyone knowing you from real life, and thus your face had to remain anonymous. It was better that way. No worrying about if you made weird faces, if your tongue lolled out oddly, if you cried or drooled. 
In an expectant silence, you helped Viktor connect his cellphone to the app that controlled the settings, and instructed him to test it by changing the levels.
When the device started to tremble and vibrate, you noticed the bastard was fucking grinning. You wanted to kiss that smug smile off his face.
"Nice. Now be a good girl and sit here," he said, patting his hand on his lap. "I want to help you get ready."
Soon, your legs were at each side of his hips in a straddling position, being careful you didn't put too much pressure on his leg. 
Your forehead came to rest on top of his, and the smile he offered felt gentle, there was a silent comfort in the way the roughed palms of his hands ran up and down the front of your thighs, stopping briefly on the upper side and rubbing circles with his thumbs on the tender flesh.
You saw his eyes directly just for a few seconds, eye contact short but intense, and then he kissed you. 
You knew it was over for you since his lips touched you. His cupid's bow molded perfectly with yours, the commissures imperceivable as mouths clashed against one another. He sucked on your lower lip and that's all it took for his tongue to have a taste of yours, wet sounds of kisses filling the room.
His hand snaked from the front of your thigh to the inner. His fingers ran all over your clothed heat, and you knew his plan was to just move your underwear to the side and find your entrance. But the catch was this: you were wearing crotchless panties. Not exactly crotchless, but they had an opening right in the middle of the gusset. These were the benefits of designing and hand making your own undergarments. 
Viktor let go of your lips once he found the opening on your panties, both taken aback and amused by his little discovery.
“Did you…?”
“Yeah. I've wanted to try my hand at this kind of undies since a couple of months ago,” you said, confidence laced in your tone while you opened the gap in the garment a little more. 
You grabbed his wrist, guiding the pads of his fingers through your wet folds with an obscenely slick sound, almost embarrassed with how quickly and easily it was for him to make you this receptive, this ready for him. That made him snap out of whatever spell he was in, plunging his middle finger inside you very slowly, while the thumb found your clit and started running small flicks on it, barely grazing it. He wasn't even thrusting or moving his middle finger, and yet you were so eager for him to slowly guide you to completion.
You wanted to feel his lips again. You needed it, more than the air he stole away when he had the same idea as yours and crashed his mouth on yours in a messy kiss, teeth clanking and his tongue running a hot line on yours. It was easy to get lost in the feeling of him, the slightly herb smell that lingered in all of his hoodies due to all the tea he drank, his deft fingers that somehow, were always warm. You could get so disoriented in his presence, drunk on him, that you could forget the outside world ever existed.
The other person that could somehow manage to get you out of the spell Viktor had you under, was Jayce, who could also make you feel warm with the smallest of his smiles, with the briefest glance at you with those kind eyes, with that puppy-like excitement he carried everywhere. 
Unfortunately for you, he decided to pull you in deeper in the trance. You didn’t even feel him entering the room, nor did you hear him closing the door. But you were happy to see him once again, the gentle touch of his hand on your neck guiding you to kiss him.
His kisses were often rough and possessive. He didn’t want to make you just short of breath. He desired to leave you speechless, thoughtless, light and pliable under his touch. Always eager to please. The kisses didn’t last much when he slightly touched your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, a gentle invitation. Without hesitation, you enveloped your mouth around his digit, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. Only when you heard Jayce’s breath hitching, you bobbed your head up and down his thumb to the knuckle, your eyes never leaving his gaze. Almost as if wanting to defy him, what are you gonna do, pretty boy? You know you like this as much as I do.
You pulled away from his finger, relishing in the way their entrancement forbade them from watching anything other than the string of saliva that connected your slightly lolled out tongue with the pad of Jayce’s thumb. Only then, you realized he was caging you between his and Viktor’s body and on his knees, now changed into comfortable pajama pants. Even in this position he towered over you, and you couldn’t help but feel as if you willingly walked into the wolf’s mouth. Or rather, wolves.
“Hey” Jayce greeted, grinning at you and then at Viktor. “Baby, I know you’re impatient, but you could’ve at least waited a few minutes for me.”
He craned his head over your shoulder and cupped Viktor's cheek. Jayce loved kissing until lips were bruised and jaws sore, and he loved running his fingers through Viktor's locks right before kissing him, just like he did in that moment. 
Their mouths couldn't get enough of each other, like they were water in the middle of a barren wasteland. Jayce moaned in the middle of the kiss, and this only served as a chance for Viktor to lightly bite on Jayce's lower lip and pull, drawing a small hint of blood from the bruised, tender flesh.
Only then did Viktor add his index finger along with the middle inside you, pumping them in and out slowly. You let out a breathy moan that could barely be heard.
"What time did you want to start your stream?" Asked Viktor.
Oh shit. You had to be more mindful of the time. 
Unblocking your phone, you realized you only had five more minutes until seven, the hour your post said you'd start to stream. 
While you set up your cellphone and the camera to go on live, in the corner of your eye you noticed that Jayce pulled the puff he was planning to sit on right next to Viktor. 
The camera was now connected to your phone, you could control whatever happened from there. You usually didn't use the microphone attached to the camera, instead you connected another microphone you had near your makeshift bed, so the audio was cleaner and louder, especially after some of your viewers complimented your voice in the comment section.
Finally it was time. You didn't usually feel this nervous right before streaming, it was something you liked after all. But the presence of your breathtakingly handsome boyfriends didn't help your anxious heart, threatening to break out of your chest. It was your domain, this was something you have been doing for years. But somehow, you didn't feel like you were in total control of the situation. And that only spurred you on.
Placing yourself in front of the camera, you were positioned in a way that only your body from the neck down was visible, offering the camera a full view of your curves in that salacious outfit.
"Hey!" you greeted the viewers. "I know it's been some time, a month, I think? Anyways!" And then you clapped your hands together. "You see this new setting? Yeah, I moved in with my boyfriends. Two weeks to pack everything from my old apartment, and another two weeks to move everything and unpack here. So far it's been a dream!"
You retrieved the vibrator from the box you were holding.
"Also, Pandora's Box is sponsoring the stream today! They were so kind to send this," you said, shaking the device to emphasize what you were saying, "so we could try it. The catch? So, right behind this camera," you continued, making an imaginary circle in the air with the tip of your index finger, directed towards the tripod, "my boyfriends are seated. One of the pros of having this specific vibrator from Pandora's Box is that you can control it with an app. So, what I'll be doing today is test it, and my boys over there are gonna control the intensity. Sounds good, right?"
When you saw your phone, you watched the hearts cascading through the screen, almost covering it. Your viewers were eating this, and they would not be leaving any single crumb left. 
And this time, when you voiced a question, it was directed straight towards your partners.
"Any requests?"
Viktor bit his lower lip, and then before anyone else could even have a word in the matter, he ordered:
"On your knees, ass in the air, please. Spread your legs."
And then he directed his phone towards Jayce, who wore a smug grin on his face when he saw what you assumed were the levels of intensity. Viktor crossed his leg over his knee, elbow resting on his thigh. Meanwhile Jayce stretched his legs on the floor, one over another, and leaned back, arms behind his head while he rested on his hands.
You did as told, turning around first before walking towards the bed. Then you placed one knee on the soft, pink comforter, and then the other. 
Fuck it. You thought, while lowering your upper half body into the soft fabric, leaving yourself completely exposed to the camera. To your viewers watching, or rather, to both of your audiences watching today.
Given no further instructions, you ran the device between your folds, breath hitching every time it briefly touched your clit. Your other hand went to your ass, spreading yourself so everyone watching could see everything. 
"You made her this wet in just a few minutes, huh?" said Jayce, probably to Viktor more than your viewers.
Squirting some lube directly into the vibrator, you finally started inserting it. There was no resistance, but still the stretch you felt was divine, even more pleasure coursing through your body in the form of a moan when the shortest end of the vibrator found your butthole, previously lubed before even getting out of your shower.
The bubble-like sounds that came out of your phone told you that your viewers always loved the first insertion. It was always like this. Then came the sound of a ring, signaling someone had donated.
"She was already wet when I started touching her," was Viktor's answer. "I am willing to bet that she has been waiting the whole day for this."
You would have retorted something, anything, if it weren't for the small vibration you felt inside you. Hissing through your teeth, you started moving the dildo in and out of you.
"Don't move it, just keep it inside you." 
You also heard a whisper from Viktor, but you couldn't tell what he said.
"A-and," stuttered Jayce before composing himself. "And don't touch your clit either."
Sweet Gods, did those words come out of Jayce's mouth? Your gentle boyfriend, who constantly indulged you and let you take control?
You thought he would be siding with you today if Viktor decided to have control. You thought wrong, apparently.
You were screwed.
"Don't worry, love," spoke Jayce once again. "We'll take care of you."
And then, you felt the vibrations escalate. They were a little quicker, a little stronger. You didn't even have ten seconds before the intensity changed once again, tearing a high-pitched moan out your throat. 
Third level out of five. Two more to go. 
You expected to feel the fourth level then. Instead, you just tasted a little of it while it transitioned into the highest setting. 
"Fuck!" you exclaimed.
It almost felt like too much, too soon, too quick, but you got used to it really in less time than you thought you would. Your insides felt like they were being scrambled, and you felt the vibrations on your fucking throat. 
The coil in your lower belly started to form, as familiar as your shaking thighs. The sound of hearts on your phone began again, your audience liked what was happening: you, open for your partners' enjoyment, on the verge of climaxing just a few minutes after starting the damn stream.
Your walls were throbbing. You were so, so, close, your end approaching faster, closer, closer…
And then it was cut short, the vibrations back on level one.
You let out a long whine at the loss of stimulation, only capable of mouthing a very quiet why.
"Because it was too soon," Viktor replied.
"Your viewers haven't seen you in a month, right?" Asked Jayce this time, but you knew he knew the answer. "You better make up for lost time."
And then, the bell rang once again. Someone made another donation, but by the sound of it you knew it was a considerable amount. The rule was to read aloud the comment.
But you couldn't find it in yourself to even voice anything, let alone reach for your phone and word out sentences. 
Thankfully, Jayce came to your rescue. Without entering the frame, he extended his arm so you could give him the phone. 
"We're gonna read it. Don't worry, baby."
You weren't exactly worried, but curious about what they would do with this information. They didn't do things without purpose, without intent. 
Your answer came right after you heard Jayce plop on the puff once again. His voice read the comment aloud, turning the mic on your phone so he could be heard.
"FurtherAlliance seventy-two says: let her cum. You are her boyfriends, you should know her moans are pretty."
You heard Viktor huff a laugh. 
"We know. But one must work in order to gain something, no?"
Then, you heard the sound of a can opening followed by a fizz. You remembered Jayce bought his favorite grape sodas, and he was probably handing the opened drink to Viktor. Shit. You realized Jayce only bought that soda for special occasions, so it keeps feeling special, he said 
Bastards. Fucking bastards, they planned this all along and were sitting behind while enjoying the show. 
"Did you plan this from the beginning?" you asked, if only to confirm your suspicions.
"Can't say we did," replied Jayce.
"But we also can't say we did not." This time, Viktor's voice carried a smugness to it you could recognize instantly.
Not only were they enjoying watching you, but Viktor in particular was also very proud of it. You could tell he was the one toying with the levels, alternating between one and two.
"I have an idea," he finally says. 
Fuck. Viktor had an idea. You were excited at the prospect but also very fucking scared. How long would they be dragging this out? You forgot to tell them that once you reached half an hour of stream, the audience would start to lose interest."See the green and pink comments?" he said, referencing your premium viewers and people who tipped. "If one of those asks to increase the level, we will do it. If you make a chain of five comments, we let her cum."
And you thought that would be everything, that your viewers would quickly use tips or the premiums would comment quickly. You thought so when Jayce read aloud a comment.
"Someone donated and said 'Level two, ASAP'. You know what to do, V."
The change in vibration could be felt instantly, enough to bring some relief to the growing need between your legs. 
Another notification of the stream, you recognized the sound as one of your premium viewers,
“Someone asked for level three.”
Oh yes.
You could hear a crack in the distance, recognizing it as Viktor’s knuckles almost instantly.
“Already on it.”
The stimulation of the third level brought a new wave of pleasure to you. Even if you weren’t doing anything but holding the object inside you, even if you weren’t touching yourself, you felt so damn good. You could feel the wetness dripping out of you into the back of your thighs.
“Ooh, yes” you moaned, making sure it was directed towards the mic.
Another highlighted comment.n Yes, you could already feel the build of the next setting.
But Jayce’s quiet huh didn’t bring any kind of peace. In fact, you were almost tempted to ask what does the fucking comment say, but Viktor beat you to it.
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Someone’s asking to go back to level one,” he said. 
You sort of expected Viktor’s oh? in feigned inquiry, what you didn’t expect was the next sentence that blurted out of Jayce’s mouth.
“A shame. You’ll have to start over.”
And you both loved and loathed the confident way that he said it. You loved and loathed that he said it with self-assurance, and you loved and loathed the fact that you could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Viktor did truly incite him to this. Where was your sweet boyfriend, the one that liked to be told he was a good boy and being overstimulated? The one that bent to your every whim and desire, only to please you both and Viktor?
The decrease in the shaking inside you only injected more annoyance into your system. Fucking bastards.
“I swear,” you threatened, voice sounding a little more vulnerable than you intended, “if you don’t make me cum in the next five minutes, I’ll stab you two little shits with my own high heels.”
 Viktor’s chuckle was not reassuring in any sense.
“And if you don’t watch your words, you’re going to make this worse for yourself, my love.”
“Besides, do you want to be punished, princess?”
You refused to answer Jayce’s question. Both for your own sanity in this right moment in time and to defend the little pride you had left. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, though, and while he was usually patient, this time he left no room to wait for your reply. Once again he toyed with the setting of the device, going straight for the third, or maybe fourth level.
“Princess? Please answer, Vik thinks it’s kind of rude to leave someone waiting.”
“Yes, I- I mean, no. I…”
You took a deep breath, noticing the exhale came out shaky.
“I’ll be good.”
“Good girl,” cooed Viktor. “You know what’s best for you."
He then ordered Jayce to tone down the intensity, all the way back to level one.
Between the chains of comments building and then breaking your climax, you manage to be lifted very near the edge three more times, so, so close to your release that you could almost feel it inside you, and then finding both disappointment and desperation when it was cut short, just when you were about to come undone.
There was a mix of feelings and sensations curling in you besides arousal: desperation, neediness, anger, eagerness, all manifesting in different mannerisms and actions of your own body. Your desperation let itself out in the way of the wrecked sobs shaking your whole torso, contracting your abdomen; the neediness was evident in the way you felt the cool air hit all across the back of your legs, you were dripping into the mattress so much that you could feel the wetness all the way to the back of your mid thighs; the eagerness showed in the way that, despite Viktor ordering you not to dare move the toy yourself, your hips moved on the device, trying to get all the friction you could get before he scolded you, your back arched off the mattress while your shoulders and your left cheek were pressed tight against the fabric ; finally the anger, which was the most unexpected of emotions and reactions you were having, was blurting out of your mouth in a string of curses.
In a string of I swear to the Gods you fucking dicks that I'll get back at you, just you wait, you're so fucking smug right now, wait until I'm fucking done with you two and stop being assholes, quit it before you regret it.
And every threat earned you a silly giggle from Jayce behind his hand, or a chuckle from Viktor. 
Finally, another chain of colored comments built all the way from one to four.
And then, there was a fifth, successfully completing the chain.
"You should take a look at this, V," says Jayce. "Five comments in a row."
"Hmm. Now that I see it, those conditions were too easy."
Oh no. Oh fuck.
"You should add something of your own" he says, to who you know is Jayce. 
"I– I suppose that… I…" he stutters, then takes a breath to steady his own speech. "You were cursing and calling us names, so… The right thing would be to beg for it, right?"
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Of all the things Jayce could have said, those were words you did NOT expect. 
But fuck, you were not above begging at this point. 
Your legs were shaking, and beneath your face there was a wet spot on the mattress. You did not know nor did you care if it was drool or tears, because you realized you were now crying, shoulders shaking and your abdomen coiling in both the sobs and the pleasure that coursed through your body.
"Please, please, I was good. I even followed your bullshit, made-up rules, I just…" Your pride at this point was on the floor, battered and stomped, so you did not care anymore the way your voice was heard like a plea. “Please just let me cum, fuck!”
Viktor made a tsk sound. You were almost sure he was about to speak, when Jayce interrupted with the words that you wanted to hear so, so badly.
“Cum for us, gorgeous.”
“You can also use your hands,” added Viktor.
And that was exactly what you did. 
The hand keeping the toy in place started thrusting it in and out of you, the friction producing a positively obscene and wet squelch inside your sopping cunt, the other went from being beside your head to rub frantic circles against your clit. The combination of the constant vibrating inside you and your own touch bringing you to your climax.
The fizzing and the sparks you felt through your body finally transformed in something akin to electricity, every fiber of your body being submerged into a climax so powerful you felt like you were submitted to high-voltage, your release so strong that even behind shut eyelids, your eyes rolled back to your skull. Mouth open, you barely registered the string of high-pitched moans that came out of your throat, so loud that the neighbors would undoubtedly complain about the noise later.
You kept touching yourself through your climax, but didn’t stop after that. It surely was too much, you were too sensitive, but you also were so riled up that one orgasm was not going to cut it. Satiating yourself with the delicious friction of the vibrator and your own hand, you quickly, much quicker than you would admit, reached your second climax of the day.
The pleasure coursed through you as if it was your own blood pumping through your veins. thighs quivering and belly tightening in ecstasy, your walls clenching around the toy. The sensation was different to your last release, though. 
A jet of liquid gushed out of you, the droplets reaching both the mattress under you and the back of your thighs, producing one of the most obscene, lewd sounds you’ve ever heard. That didn’t halt your movements, if anything it encouraged them, even though your eyes opened at the realization of what was happening.
Your own hands stopped progressively as the vibrating lowered in intensity, until it finally stopped altogether.
Your lungs were trying to desperately catch the breath stolen from you, satiated and blissful after the euphoria. What pulled you out of your own thoughts was the sound of hearts in the stream, aware once again that you were live after having forgotten for a few seconds.
You tried to stand up altogether, but just sitting up with your back to the camera proved to be an effort with your still trembling legs. So you decided to end the stream from your place.
“So, I didn’t know I could do that,” you said, chest still heaving. “I’ll say goodbye for now, remember the code for a discount is in the description of the stream, that as always, will be available after a few minutes. Pandora’s Box toys are really good, and huh… As you can see, they’re a good investment, so give them a try.”
You waved your hand, saying bye bye! and see you later.
Hearing a muttered where is the…, you realized Viktor probably needed help to find which option ended the stream, but he was quick to tap the option that finished the live.
“You’re not live anymore,” he said.
Not having the strength to walk, you only turned your body towards them, and found an image that would be engraved to your mind forever, probably until the end of times.
Their eyes were open, Viktor’s mouth hanging slightly open in surprise while Jayce was covering the lower half of his face with his own palm, partially hiding the flush on his cheeks. The tents on his pajamas and sweatpants were only the cherry on top.
“That was new,” Viktor whispered. You were barely able to hear him.
“I know.” Your surprise was evident in the way your eyebrows raised. “I really didn’t know I could do that. But huh, two surprises I guess. I… I didn’t know Jayce could do that. Nice surprise.”
He snorted why you giggled, Viktor gave you both a smile in return. 
Your legs could finally support your own weight without trembling, so you made your way to the puffs Jayce and Viktor were seated, and pulled Viktor for a sweet kiss, and then Jayce, too. 
“What about we order something to eat and in the meanwhile I take care of that?” you asked, giving a meaningful stare at the tents in their pants.
You didn’t have to tell them twice. Jayce threw you over his shoulder while Viktor followed by his side, making your way to the bedroom. You were left carefully on the bed, and an idea crossed your mind.
“I know you were behind cameras this time, but… How would you feel about making our own sex tape?”
The look they shared would be a confirmation that they would be very soon joining you in your videos.
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linky-dinks · 2 years
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Jayvik x Reader
Rating: T
Mentions of sex, cuddling, platonic
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honeydazai · 2 years
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randomly moaning into their ear — Arcane
feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Sevika, Ekko
warnings: nsfw content, exhibitionism, punishments, spanking, rough sex, oral sex
requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!
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The moment you move to stand next to him in the lab, VIKTOR knows you're up to something. Still, he has to concentrate on refining the Hexclaw, which is why he can't help but jump a little when you stand up on your tiptoes and a moan leaves your lips right next to his ear. His cheeks flush just the slightest bit — Jayce is right there, damn it — and he awkwardly clears his throat as you whimper yet again, the noises nothing but lewd.
Despite his initial embarrassment, he definitely finds a way to pay you back. Only a few moments later, his fingers stealthily move underneath your skirt and into your panties, and even though Jayce could look up every second, he doesn't stop until he's knuckles-deep inside of you, his thin fingers stretching you open, and you press your lips together tightly to suppress any noises from leaving your mouth. Viktor's only response to your suffering is a smirk — you really had this coming.
“Oh? What's the matter, my love? Weren't you so keen on teasing you a few moments ago? Where did all that attitude go? And look at you, blushing, even though you were acting like a whore a moment ago — pathetic.”
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JAYCE doesn't expect anything unusual when you lean down to whisper into his ear during a meeting, which is why he's even more caught off-guard when you suddenly moan; a needy and high-pitched noise falling from your lips, followed by a whisper about how much you need him. His cheeks flush with heat and he stutters as he tries to explain to the rest of the Council why exactly he's blushing this much while shooting you an angry glare.
After the meeting has ended, he bends you over the closest flat surface and pushes your panties down, only to thrust first three thick fingers and then his dick into you. He groans while fucking you at a near violent pace, and even though he knows that's exactly what you wanted, getting to pound into you like this until you're a moaning and drooling mess doesn't feel like a defeat to him.
“Fuck, oh my god, princess—, you're so damn tight around me. Can't believe you'd be such a slut in public; am I not fucking you well enough, hm? Fuck. You almost would've embarrassed me in front of the whole Council—, fuck. You're so hot.”
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It's no surprise that SILCO has no knowledge of popular pranks, which is why he's absolutely unaware of why you're sitting down on his lap during a meeting with the Chem-Barons of Zaun. The moment you lean closer to him to moan into his ear, your face a lewd grimace, he frowns at you, obviously irritated. He knows you're only doing this to rile him up; he's not stupid, which is why he won't immediately act on the urge to punish you.
Later that day, however, he bends you over his lap, his palm coming down hard on your ass, and he relishes in the way you whimper and moan. Even if you get turned on by the spanking, it doesn't matter — he's not above denying you your orgasm for the next hour, if not the whole day.
“Oh? What are you saying, love, you want to come? Ah, what a shame. I don't think you've deserved that yet. Maybe I'd be open to changing my mind if you beg me some more.”
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Honestly, VANDER is simply confused when you suddenly gasp into his ear how much you need him during his shift in The Last Drop. He genuinely has no idea that you're doing this solely to rile him up and that it's a prank — still, his reaction is oddly heartwarming.
Since he doesn't want to leave you hanging when you so obviously need him, he immediately orders someone else to take over his place at the bar, only to pin you against a shelf in some empty storage room. You don't even get the time to explain the prank to him; he doesn't want you to be unsatisfied, which is why he quickly thrusts into you, making you moan and whimper for real this time.
“Ya don't have to ask for more, darl, don't ya worry; I'll make you feel so good. Fuck, I really didn't mean to ignore ya for too long, wanna take care of you, babe.”
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VI's eyes widen in surprise when you quite literally drape yourself over her form, though she huffs out a laugh when you whimper into her ear. She raises her eyebrows at you, her head tilted to the side in a playful manner, and she pats her lap as in invitation.
It's no surprise that, only a few seconds later, you're grinding against her thigh, your dripping cunt leaving stains on her trousers, and she cooes praises and insults alike into your ear while you make a mess of yourself. You're gasping, saliva running down your chin, though Vi doesn't even think about indulging you yet.
“Fuck, you look so hot right now, darl. Get yourself off on my thigh, then I'll fuck you, alright? Be a good girl for me. That's it, yeah, you can do it.”
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As a needy whine falls from your lips at an absolutely uncalled for situation, JINX can't help but be surprised. However, she's on board with it almost immediately — alright, you're in public, so what? She abruptly stops tinkering on the bomb she had just been holding to instead grab your hips, and she wouldn't be Jinx if she didn't have some kind of toy with her.
Only a few moments later, you're pinned against a wall as she pounds into you, her strap-on nudging against what you swear is your cervix with how big it is, while her teeth scrape over your throat. Her breath is hot against your neck while she degrades you for being this much of a slut — honestly, can't you even go an hour or so without her dick? That's pathetic.
“Damn, sugar — look at that, you're dripping wet already! Couldn't even wait for me to fuck you, could you? And now we're even doing it in public; you're so shameless! Such a cute little slut.”
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The second you lean down to moan lewdly into SEVIKA's ear while she's busy playing poker against a few guys, she scoffs, an eyebrow raised. Honestly, she hadn't thought you were this dumb or daring, but she won't complain about this sudden turn of events.
She pulls you down onto her lap almost immediately, ignoring the way you cry out in surprise, and even though you might protest, she's not shy to thrust her fingers into you right then and there while continuing to play — and win — her game. This is purely your own fault, really, and the way you blush and hide your face against her thigh is just adorable.
“Look at you, acting all shy now. Come on, weren't you quite literally begging for me to touch ya only a few moments ago? Just entertain us a little with your cute lil' noises while I'm finishing this game.”
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EKKO simply stares at you in utter bewilderment for a moment after you've moaned into his ear in public. The noises you just made are almost enough to get him to blush. Then, however, his lips curl into a smirk — really, you're that desperate for him? In public even?
He's not one to deny you, which is why he quickly steers you away from the other Firelights and sinks to his knees in front of you; soon enough, two of his fingers spread your glistening folds open while he draws lazy circles with his tongue around your clit, and you gasp and whimper, your thighs trembling.
“Fuck, look at you, babe. You're literally drooling. Missed my mouth on you so badly, didn't you? Bet that was why you were so desperate for me. That's almost adorable.”
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corabloom13 · 1 year
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Arcane x Reader with miscarriage/stillbirth headcanons
MASSIVE TW for miscarriage, stillbirth infertility medical stuff.
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You and Silco were both planning on a new baby for a while. Singed warned such a pregnancy would be high-risk - but you both took the chance knowing what was likely to come.
When you miscarried, Silco ran straight to you upon hearing your blood-curdling cries. He wasn't about to let you do this alone. He held you on your bed, brushing away sweaty bangs.
You felt guilty. After years of trying for a baby you failed. Silco blamed you, didn't he? "It's not your fault," he assured you, bundling up your baby gently so he could lay them to rest. Silco's without qualms for cleaning you up, to. Deep down he's heartbroken just as much as you are but he knows whatever he feels it will be immeasurably worse for you.
Which is why adopting Jinx never seemed like a bad idea to him. Silco should've asked you about it before, but when your eyes lit up your arms wrapped your new daughter in a warm hug. "Maybe it's possible it all worked out in the end," you coo to him.
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According to doctors, your pregnancy was fine. Your baby had a steady heartbeat, you and Viktor were ecstatic to become a family.
Which is why both of your hearts shatter come delivery day, your infant pops out not breathing. "Vik, what's wrong?!" You demand as hospital staff rush your baby out of the room. Viktor is torn between following his child and staying to protect you but one reassuring yet concerned look in his golden eyes tell how nervous he is. "I'll be right back, Love." He lightly kisses your forehead before following where they were taking the newborn.
When he returned, eyes puffy tears staining his pale face you knew. Viktor didn't need to utter a sound for you to understand your child was gone. A rare moment occurred where both of you were vulnerable, holding each other. What about all the plans they had as a family? What about the nursery you decorated with peculiar toys and trinkets Viktor spent days slaving away to craft?
Years slip by. Apparently you ended up infertile from the stillbirth - something you personally found bizarre. You and Viktor drifted somewhat in your relationship, you end up not wanting to dwell on such hardships and Viktor drowning himself with his work. "HexTech can save lives, Y/N," he mumbles at the lab while you're coaxing him to come home for the night. "Vik, you've been up here for weeks. Why not sleep at home tonight, hmm?"
"But the Hexcore - it responds to biomatter. It revives and replenishes dead tissues -" "Viktor!" You scold, bunching your fists. "You push the world, everyone away including me so you can slave away on Hextech. I know how much you want to save lives, but what's done is done. Our baby died years ago, Vik, you don't think I know that? All the nights I lay awake wishing for a child to hold? How I go into the unused nursery, sobbing at the crib that will never have a baby to hold?" You take a deep breath, rubbing your eyes. "As much as you may wish for things to be different, I get it. But no amount of experiments will be able to fix this. Let's just try and fix us, alright? C'mon, let's head home."
Viktor stands up, holding you in a much needed hug before holding your hand escorting you home.
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Jinx was always extra careful around you while you were pregnant. She hardly is ever careful, so she must care for you and your baby a lot.
You don't know how to tell her you miscarried. Jinx put in so much effort to look after you, if you tell her you lost the baby her heart will surely break. "Do you want me to tell her for you, Y/N?" Silco offers smoking a cigar. "Nah, I can handle it."
"Toots!" Jinx's blue hair dances when she sees you climb up into her hideout. "Jinx, there's something we need to talk about," Jinx lifts up her goggles nodding. "Sure thing but check this out!" Pulling out a contraption from under her desk, it's metal with prongs holding dangling handmade stuffed toys. Decorated in bright blues and pinks, Jinx presses a button as her machine spins playing music. "It's a mobile!!"
"That is very sweet of you, Jinx, however something came up-" "Oh! Almost forgot!" She chuckles, lips curling in a smile. "These bad boys can watch your baby like a hawk. Anyone tries to steal it and - bam!" Her hands hold up a miniature bomb. "Yes thank you for your help, but -" "If ya ever need help burpin' em, this baby bouncer outta-" "Jinx, there is no baby!"
Her grey eyes widen, head tilting. "Y-You're joking right?" She chuckles, lightening the mood. You sit beside her at Jinx's bench, holding her scrawny, delicate hands in yours. "No, unfortunately its not a joke. I lost the baby yesterday, which is why I wasn't able to see you." Her eyes turn cold. "B-But we were careful! We were careful to make sure you had what you needed-" Jinx jerks her head, shaking it in disagreement. You knew she was prone to hallucinations, exactly why you avoided this chat with her.
"Look, no matter what the voices are saying it wasn't your fault. We did our best and in the end it didn't work." "No! You're going to leave, ain't ya sweetheart?!" Jinx jolts from her seat, pacing. "Yeah. You'll leave all because I couldn't save anyone. You're no different then Vi!" You rush to her as both of you break down crying, holding her in an embrace. "How long has it been since anyone held you like this?" You ask.
"Y-You're not gonna ditch me, Y/N?" You cup her face, heartbroken by all that she's gone through but glad that you had each other. "Of course not! It wasn't your fault. Now, let's grab some drinks at the last drop, hmm?"
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You were already pregnant when you started dating Sevika. She could've cared less, but of course your baby would be protected under her watchful eyes.
Which is why she was concerned when Singed told you it was twins. Sevika didn't think the Undercity would provide enough supplies to look after them. "I'll see what Silco can do," she said kissing your abdomen.
Sevika was out on a mission - "Babysitting Jinx. Am really over qualified for this shit." - When your water broke. Being alone upstairs of the Last Drop was harsh, as you made yourself comfortable on the couch as much as you could. When one of Silco's goons walked in they sent for Sevika right away.
Twin stillbirths seemed to hit both of you like a truck. Sevika blames herself for not being there when you needed her. That's how she learned to keep her professional and personal lives separated.
That night, as you lay in bed quieter than usual your partner sits on the edge of your bed, her mechanical hand holding yours. "Y'know, it's gonna hurt like fucking hell, Y/N. Don't expect it to be pretty. I've known a few people who were in your situation and they-" you turn so she can see your face, her features softening upon seeing you. "They are okay. They weren't okay at first, but they took one day at a time." She cuddles close to you, as you smell liqueur and shimmer on her it's all comforting. It's Sevika, Sevika who would be your knight in shining armor. Your right hand man. She'd never leave you for the world.
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Jayce did need to worry. After all the doctors told you both this was a high-risk pregnancy.
"Y/N, you'll be fine," he reassuringly rests his hand on your abdomen. Despite his kind words you couldn't help to worry. This was Piltover's Golden Boy's heir to House Talis, the child of an empowering councilor.
Jayce worked a lot - meetings and presentations. He wished he could be with you more to enjoy this precious time, but his brother-in-arms Viktor made sure to help you and kept an eye on you if you needed anything.
Jayce was pulled backstage by Sky during a presentation in front of the whole damn city. When he snapped at her he saw her face which revealed what happened. "Shit!" He dashes out of the building, ignoring crowds of people who adored and admired him.
"Y/N!!" Jayce pulls the hospital curtain over to see you. Wiping your tears with your hand, you choke on your sobs. "The...b-baby flat lined and...." You squeeze his hand, screaming at the top of your lungs.
"I-I am so sorry, I should've spent more time with you-" "I forgive you," you say, pulling him into a comforting kiss. After all Jayce showed up didn't he? He reassured you when your fears got the better of you while massaging your ankles. "Get some rest, alright? We'll talk about it in the morning."
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You're stillbirth somehow magically never created a rift between you two.
Granted no relationship is perfect, but Ekko would be damned if he let your baby's death cause friction between you two.
Ekko is adaptable enough to try and continue one day at a time, even for your sake. He'd keep you comfortable in the Firelights hideout, allowing you to take a break for as long as you need.
"Found this old gramophone. Think you can fix it up?" He asks, as you nodd. He'd always adored you for your tinkering, even if you couldn't fix everything he'd have you focus on what you could fix.
When you lost your baby, Ekko and the Firelights created the best send off for them. A decorated casket with flowers. As they buried them by their mural, they released a sworn of Firelights up in the sky.
It was honestly more than you could ask for. It wasn't ideal but knowing Ekko knew what to do next kinda saved your life.
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How Arcane Characters Would Eat You Out... (part 2)
Summary: A balanced diet usually consists of three meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Which will you be joining us for today?
AN: Surprise, I live! One minute I’m having a manic episode, writing every day for a whole two weeks, the next thing I know 4 months go by and my will to live has been completely nonexistent. Don’t you fear though bc low incomes got your back and for the time being I’ve got my ✨sparkle✨ back! (take your medication kids! you wouldn’t have it if you didn’t need it!)
Word Count: 2.06k words
Warnings: +18 MDNI, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Cheating, Overstimulation, Jayce is a switch lmao, Threesome, F/F/M, Mild Exhibitionism, Mild Voyeurism, Spanking, Corruption kink, Mild Dubious Consent.
Characters: F! Reader, Jayce (ft Mel), Cassandra, Silco, Vi. (You can tell who my favorites are 😣)
THERE IS NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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Cassandra sips a glass of red wine from her office balcony most mornings. As the councilwoman’s secretary, you usually scurry around the office or run small errands for her in the city.  Some days, when her silly little husband or naive daughter works her nerves just right, Cassandra needs to release her pent-up frustration. That’s where you come in. It’s your job to alleviate her stress and workload; what better way to relieve stress than having your secretary bent over your desk for brunch? You were always so good to her, never causing her the stress her daughter did, always willing to try the things her husband would shy away from.
One of Cassandra’s dainty gloved hands massages your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as her other hand is lodged in your sopping pussy, slowly fucking you with her long, slender fingers. It’s a privilege to have an audience with the councilwoman like this, so if you want to cum, you must beg for her, she says. At the same time, she’ll exhale lightly against your clit, teasing you all the more. You have no choice but to beg for her, not that you weren’t seconds away from dissolving in a blubbering mess anyway. The stimulation from her fingers alone was divine, but they were nowhere near enough to get you close to the edge. So you do, like a pathetic little puppy, you beg for her. You plead for her to let her anger and frustration out on you.
            “Please, Miss,” you whimper. “Use me, give me all your stress. I’ll take it, all of it.” 
 If Cassandra’s feeling nice, she’s quick to give you what you asked so nicely for.  She’ll move you to your back with your legs spread to make it easier on her own - you will never catch the counselor on her knees for anyone. She’s quick to press her de-gloved fingers back into your pulsing entrance, her mouth joining them this time, nibbling and suckling your clit. You try your hardest not to scream in pleasure- the last thing you want to do is alert someone to what is happening. But with all her stimulation, you can feel yourself tumbling toward the edge. Failure is inevitable, and you moan loudly when your orgasm consumes you. 
Cassandra slows for maybe a minute as you're coming to, your pussy is pulsing around her fingers, and you’re trying to flinch away from how sensitive you feel, but she’s not stopping. She chuckles into you, steadying you with her free hand, “I’m still very frustrated, my dear. And we haven’t even gotten to the main course. I’m afraid you might need to readjust my schedule after lunch.” 
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Jayce would have you at the grand table in the conference hall after a relatively gruesome meeting. He would claim that after such a long boring conference, he needed a snack- he was “just absolutely famished.” You were quick to offer yourself to him, and he wasn’t hesitant to accept your offer. Jayce happily lapped at your cunt, savoring your juices almost as if he had been without food and water for weeks. There was nothing more Jayce wanted than to taste your sweet release, and he had you close to cumming relatively quickly. Jayce is incredibly skilled with his mouth; while his tongue works dutifully, leaving long broad strokes through your folds, one of his hands stimulates your clit. His thumb circles it without remorse, and you’re sure you’re falling apart then and there. But to your surprise and dismay, he halts his movements. 
“Well, don’t stop now that you’ve gotten caught,” Councilwoman Medarda stood tall and as elegant as ever in the doorway. You didn’t hear her come in. In shock, you try to get up, but Jayce halts you. Heeding her wishes, Jayce continues, holding you in place with his free hand. 
“I- Councilwoman- I-I’m sorry!” You squeak, trying to shuffle away from the persistent counselor between your legs. 
She strolls into the room, her hips delightfully swaying as she makes her way to join you. “Don’t be. You’re not the one in trouble- What a good aide you’ve been, helping this greedy dog get his fix,” Mel says. She stands in the inner portion of the table, near your head, peering down at you. She reaches down and begins gently massaging your breasts. “I think if the poor dog wants to eat so bad, we should let him eat, and eat, and eat until his heart's content.” 
There's no time for you to ponder or even process what she means. Your first orgasm comes crashing over you as Jayce takes your clit between his lips and pushes his fingers into your dripping heat. He doesn’t stop, and you can quickly feel the familiar tension returning in your lower abdomen. You attempt and fail to choke back sobs from the overstimulation. His fingers thrust in and out of you with remarkable precision and consistency. As you cum a second time, Mel comforts you by wiping the sweat from your brow and cooing gently in your ear. “There, there. If you waste all your tears night now, you won’t have any for the main event.”
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Silco was a busy, busy man. It’s hard work running the undercity and raising a daughter with a loaded, trauma-filled past. So naturally, after a relatively long week of chem barron negotiations that went virtually nowhere, Silco’s patience was wearing thin. He didn’t have time to entertain you or put up with your bratty antics. That, however, has never stopped you, and you don’t take neglect from your beloved too well. If anything, it makes it ten times harder on Silco. You ramp up your brattiness and constantly interrupt his work until he snaps, deciding nothing can move forward until you’re punished. 
Paper and pens are strewn off his large oak desk in seconds, and your body replaces them just as quickly. You're bent over the cold surface, standing on the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him. Your knuckles pale as your grip tightens in anticipation around the edge of the desk. “Is this what you wanted, my attention?” Silco says as he makes quick work of discarding your undergarments. You hum “yes” happily when the cool air hits your sopping cunt. 
“Well, now you’ve got it, my little dove,” he says, groping and massaging the globes of your ass. Don’t be fooled. Silco isn’t letting you off scot-free. Not after all the strife you’ve caused him. His right hand lifts from your ass, and before you have time to register what he might do with it, it’s coming back down hard against your behind. You let out a surprised squeak, tensing when Silco grabs the tingling flesh.  
“ Count them,” he says simply. With little warning, the next one comes down as ruthlessly as the first. 
One, two, three, four, five. You heed his command and count each one. Every harsh slap is heavy and quick, causing your breath to become quick and shallow. 
Your ass is on fire, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from clenching desperately around nothing. As Silco harshly squeezes your burning flesh, his thumb makes its way to massage your tight button hole and your pussy entrance, teasing you. You whine and whither in his grasp. “Do you need something?” Silco’s low vibrato causes shivers to run down your spine. 
“ I need you, please,” you whimper pathetically. 
“We’ll get there, dove…Right now, we’re teaching you a thing or two about patience,” You can feel Silco’s warm breath graze against your entrance. “Keep counting.” He says as laps at your pussy.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. He slaps your neglected left side just as aggressively as the other. Both sides tingle, radiating heat as Silco devours you. It’s hard for you to focus, but you manage all while grinding back into Silco’s mouth. 
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Silco can tell you’re close by how you tense around his tongue, and your legs start quivering. He moves to suck on your sensitive clit, and you grind backward onto his nose. Moments later you're tipping over the edge, Silco guiding you through every second of pleasure. 
Once you’ve caught your breath, Silco retreats, you don’t dare to move or get up. You hear him lick his wet lips and the metal buckle of his pants come undone. “Now onto the main course, my dove.” 
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Due to her hostile nature, Vi had spent the first several years of her sentence alone within the concrete walls of Stillwater. The only human interaction she’d had was between meal times when the guards would bring her a tray of gray slop and stale bread or during hygiene hour when she is granted daily access to the showers. One day that changed, instead of being delivered the usual atrocity that was lunch, you’re delivered. Whether it be because her behavior improved or because the prison had reached a certain capacity, Vi didn’t know. When she got a good look at you, she quickly decided she was grateful to have a new cellmate either way. 
This innocence radiated from you, something Vi craved and hadn’t had for a long time. Something about you just screams, “she doesn’t belong here.” There's no way you were in this shit hole on anything more than petty charges, false ones even, Vi pondered. 
You fall into your place in the natural hierarchy so easily as well. Vi didn’t have to fight or intimidate you for anything. She was in charge from the beginning. Food, necessities- anything she asks of you, you give her. You never ask much of it. She kept peering guards off your back and ensured no bigger fish came to snatch you up. Although, maybe you should’ve been more aware of the peering eyes just behind you or the monster sleeping above you, waiting for the perfect moment to devour you whole. 
Before long, the tension you seem too naive to notice becomes almost overbearing for Vi. She’d asked you to scrub her down in the shower, wash her hair, and dry her off. You had done so dutifully, assuming the way she twitched beneath your fingers was due to stress and fatigue. It wasn’t until you found yourself face down against the cool bathroom counter and stripped of your lower garments that you considered anything else. 
“V-Vi!?” you stammer. Alarmed, you begin to thrash, trying desperately to face your cellmate. Only you find it’s futile. With one hand, Vi has your arms in a firm, unrelenting hold behind your back. 
“So innocent, so precious,” She drags out her words like a snake, grabbing and massaging your bare ass with her free hands. “I could just eat you whole.” 
Vi leaves you with no time to ponder her words before her warm mouth finds your cunt. She moans loudly at the taste sending vibrations coursing through you. You try to fight her, but your resolve is already weakening drastically, and your thrashing only serves to push you further into her warmth. 
“Mmh,” she hums. “You taste even better than I imagined.” 
“Please…” you whimper. 
“Please what? Do you want more?” She teases. Before you have time to deny her accusations, two of her fingers join her mouth, thrusting into your dripping hole. The feeling immediately shatters what’s left of your will to fight back. Kitten-like mews and whorish whimpers erupt from your throat. 
“There, there,” she coos, as your walls tense and un-tense tightly around her fingers. She can tell you’re close already.
Her mouth finds its way to your sensitive clit, and she begins sucking hard. With the combined efforts of her mouth and fingers, you're cumming in no time. Screaming out her name as your release finds you, your juices spill down Vi’s face. 
When she stands, her reflection in the mirror serves as your only method of looking at her. She wears a proud smirk on her face, watching as you pant and twitch beneath her. “What a good little slut you are. When we are done, everyone in Stillwater will know who you belong to.”
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Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda
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Hello again 👋
Could I please ask for an Arcane request? (romantic) vi, Jinx, Ekko, Jayce, and Viktor, please?
They have a S/o that's like Maleficent? The wings and horns and get very protective over them and aren't afraid to use magic to get rid of people or things bothering them?
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Just an idea, please and thank you 💕
(Hey! I'm sorry I didn't get an idea for Jayce or Viktor, I was pretty tired writing this. Again, so sorry! Enjoy!)
Vi, Jinx and Ekko x Maleficent Reader
VI
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She thinks it’s totally cool you have wings
And you can fly?
Her heart is captured
She was really surprised by your horns though
Not in a bad way, she just is really interested and would wanna touch ‘em maybe
She gets into fights, it’s not a secret by any means
But you’re not scared of shit
And to be honest, she’s impressed man
She’ll probably piss someone off and be surprised when you get involved for the first time
But hell, she’ll probably do it again just for the hell of it
When you use your magic her heart is beating so loud
But she isn’t really a big fan of you hurting someone for her
A fight is probably enough
She’ll maybe have to drag you off once she sees what your about to do
n o ma’am 
Not today
She was used to being the protective one in all her relationships or friendships 
So it took a bit of getting used to once she saw how protective you were
But she loved it
JINX
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She’d probably like petting your wings or like if you ever have any that fall of she’ll keep ‘em as momentos 
Or like make a small crown out of the feathers
She loves your magic
Would beg to see you do anywith with the magic
And if you pick her up with it? 
In love
She also loved how protective you are
And she finds it cool and kinda hot when she learns and actually sees you’re not afraid to use it to get what you want
Or get rid of someone
She always finds it fun when someone flirts with her and they jump once they notice you
She never sees them again
She liked your horns so much also
She liked just feeling them, not in a weird way though
She just loved how smooth they feel
You can fly also?
Once Jinx learns about that she’s literally not leaving you alone until you take her for a ride
She bases a lot of stuff off of you also
So don’t seem surprised once she shows you her own mechanical wings
Just be there to catch her if it doesn’t go right
EKKO
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Ekko was shell shocked when he saw you for the first time
It was probably when you flew past him he had to register what he just saw
Your wings were what he saw first and let me tell you he was so in awe
And then he saw your horns
Oh my god
He felt like fainting on the spot
Probably did
One time he was arguing with someone and it got heated
He had to step back as he saw you step in and pick up the one he was arguing with with your magic
He had to talk you into putting them down
He didn’t know how to feel about how protective you were for him
He didn’t hate it 
He liked it really
Just had to take some getting used too
He also loved your wings the most though
Because you once swooped in to save him when he fell off his hoverboard on a mission
And let me tell you mans was in awe when you did
He has to stop you a bunch of times when he saw you were about to hurt people with your magic
For him or for your convenience 
He hates it dude
He’s trying to save people
Not hurt them
So please don't, and other than that it's all good!
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