#and i have a date to get ready for

[heraldeez]

Lessons in the Finer Pleasures

Reader x Viktor x Jayce | 5.6K | NSFW

Warning/Tags: they/them used for reader, threesomes, fingering, unprotected PnV, anal, oral, and virgins :]

On the evening of your third date with your partners, you’re expecting to finally get more intimate. The night goes differently than you’d planned.

A/N: Another month themed collab with the talented @basichextechml and @dicax-asina, this time featuring virgins, for ✨Virjuneity✨. Over the course of June, we cooked up another set of four fics for you all, and mine is for JayVikReader. A two-for-one, if you will. A bogo cherry popping.

AKA, the one where the reader is everyone’s personal lube dispenser.

Each of my pals have their own fics that will be linked at the bottom of this post, so go check them out and enjoy a whole bunch of de-virginifying. <3

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When you’d made it official with Jayce and Viktor, the boys had insisted on courting you properly, taking you on dates. They’d presented a bouquet together on the first one, red faced and nervous. Both were perfect gentlemen, and had politely finished each night with a sweet kiss at the door for the past two dates.

But the third date was the time, the generally respected societal norm for getting more intimate.

Frankly, you’d have gone for it on the first date. You really like these guys. And having spent so long working with them, growing closer, spending every hour together, sharing naps on the beat up lab couch, and whispering jokes and science both over cups of coffee… it truly felt like you three had been dating significantly longer than you had.

You appreciated their efforts at courting you. Now you wanted to have them even more, even further.

Even deeper, ideally.

Upon guiding them up to your stoop at the end of your third date, you turn to receive your kisses, smiling into each one.

“Would you both like to come inside?”

That’s when things get a little strange.

Jayce and Viktor’s eyes meet in a way that you usually only see at pompous Piltovian fundraisers, communicating with each other through just a look. Though as soon as it starts, their bout of intense eye contact ends, Jayce clearing his throat noisily.

“I mean, it’s getting awfully late,” Jayce pipes up, voice a strained casual. “Gotta get an early start at the lab, you know.”

You do know, actually. Just like you know there aren’t any pressing deadlines for your little trio right now, and like you know Jayce can’t bluff to save his life.

You raise a brow at him, but he seems suddenly very interested in the night sky above, eyes not meeting your own.

“Late, yes, it’s quite late. We wouldn’t want to keep you awake,” Viktor concurs quickly, his hand shifting restlessly atop his cane.

This was… unexpected.

Though caught off guard by their reaction, you weren’t going to push for something that they obviously weren’t onboard for. Whatever their reasons, you hoped you hadn’t misstepped and made them both truly uncomfortable.

Thoughts churning, you give them a confused nod. “Alright, yeah - I’ll, uh, head to bed then. Um… Goodnight?”

Just as with your previous dates, both men step forward to collect a chaste kiss goodbye from you, Viktor wishing you a good night’s rest, before they rapidly depart from your porch. You’re left there, calling a puzzled “you too” after their hastily retreating forms.

And like a curse settling atop your head in a crown, a good night’s rest is the last thing you can think about.

In a daze, you shrug out of your fancy date clothes, absently letting them fall to the floor as you go to draw yourself a hot bath, thoughts plaguing you the whole way.

You had truly, truly thought that tonight was the night. The date had gone splendidly, in your opinion, and both your partners had seemed their usual fun, intelligent, wonderful selves. Poring over it, you really couldn’t think of anything amiss - right up until your invitation at the end.

Submerged to the neck in scalding bubbles, you glare down at the tub as though it could provide you answers.

Did they not have as much fun as you had tonight? Were they not interested in you the same way you were them? Had you proposed going further too soon?

The bath water grows cool, and you’re no closer to a real answer.

Water trickles noisily down your body as you stand abruptly from the bath, yanking the plug and trying to shake off your concerns. Perhaps it just hadn’t been the right night, or your partners had truly just been exhausted and ready to sleep.

Even so, as you’re sliding on some loose clothes and regarding your bed, still perfectly made up in anticipation of having company, you know you won’t be able to sleep anytime soon.

Quietly, you retrieve your shoes and a light jacket, slipping out of the house.

If your mind is going to insist on being restless, better to do so at the lab, where you can at least throw yourself into reworking formulas.

If that doesn’t work, even cleaning would be better than fretting like this. The rote motion of scouring out beakers might bore you enough to catch a nap on the beat-up lab couch, before the work day begins.

The dim halls of the Academy are a soothing shroud around you, the quiet, book scented air already doing more to calm your nerves that your home had, too fraught with the night’s strange tension. Your feet guide you by pure memory up the flights of stairs and long hallways to the lab, positioned in the far corner of the Academy for safety reasons. There had been more than a few near-misses with explosions in Hextech’s early days.

But as you draw closer to the lab’s door, your ears perk up at the faint sound of voices.

Your steps falter, questioningly. It’s truly late now, and the only people with keys would be Viktor and Jayce. Perhaps they’d mentioned getting an early start hours ago, but you considered the middle of the night to be something different than just “early”.

To be here, now? They likely hadn’t even gone home.

Though, you consider, it would be a far worse scenario if it wasn’t them. Creeping closer, your fingers graze lightly against the door knob, uncertain; the likelihood of it being an intruder was low, but not zero.

Pausing, you wait for the voice to come again.

And breathe a deep sigh of relief when Jayce’s distinctive voice rings out, muffled through the wood, yet unmistakable.

“I can’t believe we turned them down,” his muted voice grouses through the door, presumably to Viktor. “I mean, you saw them tonight! Total knockout, and they wanted us.” You can just imagine his fingers rubbing at his temple, having seen him make the motion so many times when worked up. The sounds of his boots, wearing a track in the floor with his pacing, are faintly audible through the door.

You’re balanced on your back foot, straddling the decision between going back home or pressing your ear against the damn lab door. You wouldn’t normally feel so compelled to eavesdrop, but they’re talking about you.

You and the exact thing that had been keeping you up with tension, enough so to bring you all the way here.

The decision is made quickly as Viktor’s voice filters through the door, distinctive but much quieter than Jayce. You lean in, cheek against the cool wood, just to be able to pick up the tail end of his words.

“... distinctly difficult, to turn them down -” you barely make out. He must be facing away from the door, perhaps looking at the window.

This close to the door, Jayce’s voice is clear enough that you might as well be in the room. “We could have just… you know, uh - wung it?”

Viktor snorts, distantly. “Not exactly the ideal way for it to come out, Jayce.”

Kept secrets really don’t do it for you. Your brows crinkle in annoyance.

“It’s going to come out eventually,” Jayce mumbles. “We could just tell them outright.”

Impatience getting the better of you, you’re through the door before you even have a chance to think about it.

“Tell me what?”

Jayce nearly jumps out of his skin at your abrupt appearance, leaping back a truly impressive distance from where he’d been pacing across the middle of the room. Viktor looks equally startled, a steadying hand on the windowsill keeping him upright from how he’d spun to face you, blinking owlishly.

“You - geez, you scared the hell out of me.” Voice indignant, Jayce has one hand splayed across his chest as though to calm his racing heart, looking for all the world like a startled grandmother. “What are you doing here?” he demands, prominent brows bunched up in bewilderment.

“I could ask you both the same thing,” you counter dryly, before fixing him with your most serious look. “If you have something you need to tell me, I’d suggest you do it now.”

Jayce goes red in an instant. He opens his mouth, only to close it again, scrambling for words.

Viktor speaks instead.

“Neither of us have ever been sexually intimate with a partner.” His voice comes flat and straightforward.

It’s your turn to blink, caught off guard, as Jayce splutters indignantly.

“What? It was your idea to ‘tell them outright’,” Viktor reminds, shrugging. The only thing betraying his nerves is the tense tapping of his index finger against the windowsill.

“You’re both… virgins?” you clarify, watching both men nod sheepishly.

Unexpected? Yes. But hardly cause for this much spectacle. You’d been anticipating something legitimately awful to be revealed, so your tension dissipates almost at once. You’re not sure how either of these men have made it this far in life without someone wanting to rock their world, but you are sure that you won’t make the same mistake.

“So when you guys left, it’s because you weren’t sure how to tell me?”

“Right, it’s not that we, er, weren’t interested,” Viktor says, Jayce nodding emphatically beside him. “More like we don’t really know how to go about it.”

You hum thoughtfully, eyeing the chalkboard. “I could give you the scientific rundown of the process, if you’d like.” You ponder the merits of drawing a diagram. Surely an anatomically labeled vagina wouldn’t be the strangest thing to grace the lab blackboard. Some of Jayce and Viktor’s hypotheses were certainly more outlandish.

Jayce interjects, cheeks stained a pretty crimson, “I meant, we know how in theory.”

His hand reaches out to halt yours, where you’d gone to pluck up the stick of chalk.

You can feel your grin grow sharp as glass, eyeing both red-faced men. “So what you’re saying is, you need some practical application?”

Slowly, you slip your jacket off and toss it toward the workbench, their eyes following the movement intently.

Jayce’s “yes” is blurted out quickly and eagerly, but Viktor’s “absolutely” holds no less enthusiasm.

“Hold on.” You stalk over to the worn couch, plucking off one of the cushions to toss at Jayce’s feet right beneath the blackboard, pleased that he’d stayed exactly where you’d left him.

With a flat hand, you gesture for him to sit on the cushion. Jayce sinks to his knees with no hesitation, watching you with eyes full of excitement.

Fortunately he’s paying attention, because you’re fixing his pants with a raised brow.

“Lose those.”

“Oh, right.” He’s yanking them off in an instant, shirt and then briefs following a bit more bashfully, before he sits politely atop the cushion, long legs splayed in front of him, bare for your open admiration. He looks up at your reaction eagerly, already growing hard.

You look him over, all strong muscles and tantalizing bare skin, humming appraisingly before you’re tugging the cushion forward a few inches, his little yelp of surprise drawing a grin from you and Viktor both.

This leaves Jayce’s upper back braced against the wall while the rest of his torso curls forward, hips left more parallel to the ground and wider open for your plans.

You step in close, planting your ankles on either side of his hips to center yourself, before you turn, facing away from him.

A large hand settles on one of your calves, a softly uttered curse echoing from behind you as Jayce takes in the view. With a wink directed at Viktor, watching the show eagerly from his perch at the window, you slowly slide down your loose sleep pants, baring yourself to them both.

Big, calloused palms reach up without prompting to cup your ass. You can just imagine the sweet, crooked grin that must be gracing Jayce’s face right now; it’s the same look he gets every time he’s faced with such a pleasant surprise.

In a smooth motion, you sink down onto Jayce’s lap, resting on your knees. His hands enthusiastically slide beneath your shirt, dragging it over your head to bare you for his roving hands. Gently, you slide your own hands between his legs, pressing your palms into his inner thighs to spread his legs wide enough for Viktor to fit easily between them.

“Jayce is going to fuck me,” you state bluntly, looking to Viktor. He seems pinned by the weight of your gaze, swallowing heavily. “And you? You’re going to fuck him.”

Jayce breathes a shaky “fuck” behind you at your statement, legs falling even further apart.

“Yes, fuck,” you chuckle, “though first, we’ll have to get Viktor lubed up.”

“There isn’t - We don’t really, ehm, have anything made for that?” Viktor peers at the chem cabinet below the sink across the lab, as though it might contain anything even vaguely suitable, and you’re quick to nip that in the bud.

“No improvising, I already have a plan. C’mere, you’re about to learn the intricacies of fingering.”

Viktor is settled in front of you in record time, leaning his cane against the bottom shelving of the blackboard and nudging his way between Jayce’s legs, hushed and eager. His eyes are locked on where you’re exposed, already a bit slick from all the excitement, but they snap to you when you tilt his chin up, pulling him into a sweet kiss to help him settle.

You aren’t kissing Viktor for very long before Jayce is humming plaintively, nosing his way over your shoulder for the same treatment.

You press a kiss to his lips as well, grinning at his neediness, before you guide Viktor’s hand down to your entrance.

“To begin, you’re going to want to get your fingertips wet, for smoother stimulation.”

His fingers slide cautiously over your entrance, gathering slick, before he slowly slides them up to your clit.

“That’s it, you want to stimulate there and get your partner worked up first. Once they’re aroused, then you can slide your fingers inside.”

As Viktor gets to work, Jayce drags you back into a kiss, licking into your mouth with fervor.

Time slows to molasses as you’re occupied from both ends, Viktor diligently rubbing slick over your clit as Jayce moans into your mouth. Pleasure settles heavily between your hips as Viktor experiments with movements, index twisting little spirals against you.

“Feels good?” Viktor prompts, and you pull away from Jayce’s kisses to answer, much to his chagrin. Instead of words, your throat catches on a moan when his fingers rub against you just right.

It’s answer enough.

A few more twists of his fingers, dextrous movements sending pleasure scattering up your spine, and Viktor toys with the configuration. Dragging his thumb up to occupy your sensitive nerves, he slowly slides his index finger inside, letting out a shuddering breath at the feel of you enveloping him.

Worked up as you are, you prompt him to add another almost immediately, his hand twisting to grind his palm against your clit as he sinks two fingers deep. With his hand pressed flush to you, you’re met with an even stronger appreciation for just how long Viktor’s fingers are.

He takes his time exploring your slickness, fingertips dragging against you and setting all of your nerve endings alight.

Brows furrowing inquisitively, he curls his fingers a bit and drags them back out, scooping out slick and wrenching a moan from your throat as he stimulates the most sensitive area inside, your hips canting forward to chase the sensation without your bidding. Audibly, his fingers pop free, dripping with your arousal.

Taking a deep breath, you wrestle with your restraint, already yearning to get to business. But no matter what, you want their first time to be good. Extraordinary, even, if everything goes according to plan.

You want to blow their minds with just how pleasurable sex can be.

Perhaps you already have, considering the way Viktor is regarding his slickened fingers with something bordering awe.

“Now, use those on Jayce. He’s going to require significantly more opening up,” you instruct.

Viktor brings his fingers down to Jayce’s entrance, circling it and spreading your slickness against him, playing with it just as you’d instructed him to do on yourself, obviously having committed your instruction to memory with a dutifulness usually reserved for his work.

Slowly, gently, Viktor slides one inside of Jayce, watching him with rapt attention as Jayce whimpers into your shoulder, wriggling his hips underneath you to adjust to the slight stretch.

“That feel okay?” you ask, hushed, and he nods.

“Just - Just a little strange.” Already his voice is a little wrecked.

Viktor slides in further, marveling at the sight of Jayce wrapped around him almost to the base of his finger.

Jayce’s hips buck, shoving it the rest of the way inside. His breath catches tensely, and you adjust your perch in his lap to hold a bit more firm, pinning him with your hips to stay still and let Viktor do his work.

The way Jayce’s cock twitches where it’s trapped between you two at the manhandling is very telling of just how much he’s enjoying himself.

Viktor gives a few experimental thrusts, changing his angle, slowly loosening Jayce up. When Jayce grows relaxed against you again, Viktor adds a second finger.

You lean forward to watch Viktor’s fingers spreading Jayce out, speared pink and glistening on slick digits.

“That’s it, you’re doing perfect. Both of you,” you assure, patting gently at Jayce’s tense thigh. “Spread your fingers out, Vik, to stretch the muscles.”

Viktor follows direction beautifully, Jayce keening at the slight stretch.

Both men practically whine when you dip one of your own fingers inside yourself, gathering some slick. The urge to touch yourself to probably the best show you’ve received from a partner in your life is palpable, but you ignore it in favor of sliding your finger back out, trailing it down to Jayce’s entrance.

Viktor’s spread fingers give you just enough wiggle room. You slide your finger into Jayce next to Viktor’s, sighing at the tight warmth.

Jayce groans, arms coming to wrap around your waist, tight. The muscles in his forearms flex with each slow movement of your finger, feeling him out and working him wider in preparation for what’s to come.

Hooking your index slightly, you drag it along, searching, until Jayce’s grip goes iron tight, a surprised yelp tearing from his lips. His hips buck fruitlessly against you, and you nudge Viktor’s fingers up against the correct spot.

“Right there,” you coo.

Jayce cries out as Viktor presses hard against his prostate with brows furrowed in intense concentration, abating the pressure to circle gently against it before he rubs pointedly again to hear Jayce sob out his pleasure.

Jayce’s breathing grows ragged as Viktor continues to stimulate him, fingers twisting nimbly around your own to test his reaction at different angles.

Jayce pants shallower and shallower until his cock gives a noticeable twitch where it’s pressed against you and he squeaks, hips bucking hard, hand shooting down to grab Viktor’s wrist

“I - I can’t, please, we gotta - ‘M gonna come if you keep that up, V, we have to move on. Please.”

You slide your finger out, Viktor immediately following suit, with a mumbled, “Right, yes, moving on to, ah…”

Viktor looks to you owlishly for guidance, and you’re quick to give him a grin. “Gotta slick you up now, Vik.”

He bites his lip as you reach for his neglected cock, rubbing your thumb briefly over the precome beading at the tip, before you’re guiding him closer, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“May I?” he asks, hushed, and at your nod, he begins to press in.

Jayce’s chin juts over your shoulder, face close to your own, as he hungrily watches with bated breath as Viktor enters you.

Viktor sinks in slow, barely inching forward, breath ragged and face twisting up in pleasure with each millimeter he feeds in.

It feels like his cock goes on forever, and not just from the pace. He’s forging deeper than you’d have expected. When he finally comes to rest at the hilt with the barest breath of a moan, the head of his cock is nudging places you hadn’t ever felt stimulated quite so pointedly.

Jayce swallows heavily. “How, uh, how does it feel?”

Viktor’s head tips back, eyebrows pinching in consideration as he tries to steady his breathing. “... Warm.”

You can practically feel Jayce’s pout at the lack of descriptiveness, but you can’t blame Viktor when he looks like he’s having an out of body experience with pleasure right now.

Jayce drags one of his hands away from your waist, fingers trailing softly over your folds and tracing the seal of your entrance around Viktor’s cock. You sigh in pleasure as his finger slides up, circling over your clit, the sensation causing you to clench around Viktor inside you, drawing a first true moan out of him.

It’s followed by a curse, as he jerks his hips back and gives an experimental thrust into your heat, setting a slow, pointed rhythm.

Your arousal is palpable through just the slick noises that come with each sharp thrust in, Viktor taking care to ensure he’s fully coated before he finally musters the strength to retreat, pulling himself from you just as slowly as he’d entered.

Jayce eagerly slips his index finger inside, groaning at your wetness, but Viktor only gives him a moment before he’s pulling Jayce’s finger free.

Jayce opens his mouth to protest - a protest cut off when Viktor grips his cock, pulling it free as you lift your hips, lining the head of him up with your entrance.

“I’m sorry, Jayce, I didn’t catch that. Something wrong?” he asks, deadpan, and Jayce shakes his head quickly, choking back little noises as Viktor rubs the tip of his cock against you, teasing, not yet pushing it in

“Vik - fuck, would you just -” Jayce grumbles, hips writhing as much as you’ll let him.

Viktor merely raises an eyebrow at him.

“Will you put it in already?” Jayce whines. “Please.”

“Put which in, Jayce?” Viktor asks simply, grinding his own cock against the vee of Jayce’s thighs, smile creeping onto his face at Jayce’s squirming.

Jayce chokes out a little moan. “Either,” he breathes.

“Both,” you prompt. “He’s waited long enough, hasn’t he?”

Viktor presses up, helping drive Jayce past the slight resistance to pop the head of his cock inside you.

The only thing you can process as you sink your hips down to take him fully is the absolute thickness of his member, stretched out on his girth. It’s all encompassing, the way he’s splitting you wide, all your nerve endings singing with how he’s pressed so thoroughly, so rigidly against them.

Jayce is already a mess, whimpering and grinding his forehead against your shoulder, his arms a vice around your waist. He’s struggling to catch his breath, knocked out of him at the feeling of you wrapped around him to the base.

Viktor’s eyes are locked on where Jayce is entering you, cheeks red and pupils blown wide with desire. A hesitant thumb reaches out to slide up the scant length of Jayce that isn’t enveloped in your cunt, slipping ever so slightly inside and drawing a whine from you at the stretch.

Viktor closes his eyes, takes a fortifying breath, and pulls his finger away, hand reaching down to grip the base of his own cock, lining it up at Jayce’s entrance.

Jayce’s breath hitches against you as Viktor gives a little push.

He loses his breath entirely as Viktor guides himself in, Jayce’s head falling back from your shoulder to thump against the wall, overwhelmed. You can feel him trembling, just a touch, from his arms around your waist, but his dick is as hard as ever.

“Now give him a moment,” you sigh, enjoying the way Jayce is absolutely throbbing inside you.

Viktor nods, leaning in. His weight presses against you pleasantly, chest to chest, as he reaches over your shoulder to take Jayce’s chin between his fingers, pulling him in for a kiss.

You can hear the press of their lips next to you, Jayce humming, pleased and breathy, into the kiss. For the entire time the three of you had been together, it’s been no secret that Jayce has an innate need to be kissed, thoroughly and often. Viktor makes good use of his mouth as Jayce grows accustomed to his length, keeping him distracted and indulging his need for contact.

He relaxes in increments, body going softer against you, breath returning to him, enthusiastically returning Viktor’s kisses. His body seems to press against you at every point he can manage, eager for every bit of contact. The heat of his chest is searing against the skin of your back, body that naturally runs hot now roaring like a furnace in the face of his arousal.

When you deem him relaxed enough, you give a roll of your hips, surprising them both.

The kiss snaps as Jayce gives a startled keen, and Viktor breaks off to curse as Jayce clenches hard around his length.

“Feeling good?” You settle into a slow, grinding roll, unable to truly bounce in your current position.

Jayce doesn’t seem to mind though. His “yes” is broken and breathy, even just being submerged in your heat driving him wild, hips shifting frantically below you but unable to gain any leverage with how you’ve propped his legs wide.

Viktor is the only one in any position to move properly, and he’s watching the gyration of your hips, entranced.

Viktor lets out a shuddering sigh as your hands trail down his sides, coming to rest on his hips and coaxing them into a gentle, rolling thrust. The rhythm you help him set is lazy and indulgent, slow deep thrusts already pulling sweet moans from Jayce’s throat.

Viktor can’t seem to figure out where to place his focus, pleasure-hazed eyes darting from where his cock is smoothly stroking into Jayce, to Jayce’s no doubtably blissed out expression, to you, roving over your body admiringly, taking in the way you’re admiring him as well. His skin is flushed red, glistening lightly in the dim lab, fluffy hair tousled from how Jayce had buried his hands in it during their kissing, eyes dark with desire.

Jayce clings to your back, arms holding you tight to ground himself as Viktor fucks him. He squeaks when Viktor nails his prostate, openly panting into your skin and pressing kisses against your shoulder to muffle himself.

You spread your knees wider and hike his thighs further up, completely wide open to allow Viktor the most accuracy. Viktor’s hips give a few questioning thrusts, rotating the angle until he’s hitting accurately each time.

Then he picks up the pace, driving into Jayce harder, faster, eyes locked on Jayce’s face.

You can feel the effects as Jayce throbs inside you, the kiss he’d been sucking into your skin going harsh. His body goes tense with each brush against his prostate. Only a few thrusts in, Jayce is already gasping out cries, back arching, pressing himself firmly against you.

“Jayce, wait, you’re - gods, please, you’re flexing so tight. It’s -” Viktor lets out a wrecked moan. “He feels so good around me, (Y/n), I don’t know - I don’t know if I can go much further,” Viktor grits out, his hips slowing to a crawl to stave off his orgasm.

Jayce frantically shakes his head against your shoulder blades. “Me neither, fuck, ‘m not gonna last, babe… fuck.” His voice is choked and reedy.

You decide to finish Jayce off, clenching around him and swirling your hips. “He feels so good inside me too, so perfect for us. Isn’t that right, Viktor? You’re both incredible.”

To your surprise, Viktor tips over first, eyes squeezing shut, his rhythm speeding up to a quick, chaotic staccato, a shocked cry falling from his lips.

With a keen, he begins to moan Jayce’s praises in the throes of orgasm as he rocks his hips through it. “So fucking good, Jayce, gods…”

Jayce goes ramrod straight as Viktor praises his heat, his tightness, how sweet he’s been for you both, and he whines against you, hips rocking into Viktor’s thrusts.

“That was - You’re perfect,” Viktor huffs, brain slowly coming back online as his hips slow to a crawl, tiny movements just enough to prolong the aftershocks. “Truly, pleasuring us both so well.”

You press a soft kiss to the sharp edge of Jayce’s jaw, humming your agreement.

Jayce can barely choke out a “please, fuck, yes” before he’s coming, warmth flooding through you.

His whole body seems to roll against you and Viktor, all hot muscle writhing against your back, shouting his pleasure out to the entire Academy.

You pull his stubbled jaw to the side, sealing your lips against his to muffle him, Jayce keening as he’s quieted, but eagerly returning your affections. His hips buck desperately as you slip your tongue inside teasingly, cock throbbing with aftershocks as he moans, twining his tongue with yours.

Viktor hisses with sensitivity at all of Jayce’s squirming, and after a moment you pull away to offer him a kiss as well in sympathy.

The lab grows quiet, only the sound of the men catching their breaths disturbing the midnight stillness. Jayce’s head thumps exhaustedly against your shoulder, breath tickling your skin. As if to mirror, Viktor’s forehead comes to rest at your clavicle, pressing a soft kiss to your sternum.

“Did you enjoy yourselves?” you ask, one hand coming forward to card through Viktor’s hair, while the other reaches back to rub against the soft, shaved area of Jayce’s haircut.

Jayce can only offer a weary thumbs up, limbs lax underneath you in sleepy post-orgasm haze, but Viktor hums.

“It was incredible, but, ah. We didn’t take care of you.”

You’re quick to wave him off. “That’s fine, for your first. Plenty of time for figuring that out later, so don’t worry about it.”

For some reason, you weren’t expecting instant refutes from both men. Viktor’s “don’t be ridiculous” overlaps Jayce’s “as if!” in their hurry to protest.

“I was raised to believe partnerships are about care and equality and reciprocity.” Jayce’s voice is beginning to take on the cadence of a moral lecture. “We would never-”

His burgeoning speech is cut short by a pointed “ahem” from Viktor.

“Perhaps a demonstration might be called for, instead?”

Without hesitation, Jayce’s fingers slip from your hip to hover at the sensitive skin just above your entrance, both men looking to you imploringly.

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining, if you guys want to give it a go,” you state, grinning.

Viktor immediately shifts back into gear, raising a brow at Jayce’s motionless fingers. “Go on. Show them what you learned by watching me, Jayce.”

Blunt, thick fingers move delicately against sensitive flesh, slipping against you and startling a whine from himself as his fingers brush against where he’s still buried inside you.

Jayce’s middle finger traces circles over your clit, chin coming to rest on your shoulder so he can peer down and admire his work.

Viktor pulls out wetly, and you can feel the whine the vibrates through Jayce’s throat against your skin. His fingers press harder for half a second as the head of Viktor’s cock pops free.

Viktor sinks down to eye level with your hips, taking in the sights in a quiet awe. He brushes his finger over Jayce’s hole before setting his sights on yours, leaning in, breath puffing over your slick entrance.

Jayce is practically quivering in anticipation behind you, fingers going loose with distraction.

Viktor’s tongue slides out to indulgently lap over your cunt, slick and warm, laving between Jayce’s fingers to lap up your taste

They work out a tandem, Jayce’s fingers keeping you spread, his index rubbing distractedly at your clit, while Viktor makes it his sole purpose to map out your most sensitive spots with his tongue.

Come beads up around Jayce’s cock still buried inside, and Viktor sinks in to lap it up, nose rubbing against your clit as Jayce shivers at the feeling of Viktor’s tongue twirling against him.

“You both taste divine,” Viktor murmurs, hands coming to rest atop Jayce’s thighs, pressing in as close as he can get.

He seals his lips and sucks against where Jayce is buried inside you.

Jayce pants against you, cock twitching despite how shortly ago he’d orgasmed, his fingers nudging Viktor out of the way to rub slick and efficient against your clit. Your pleasure is building rapidly with the attention.

Slowly, slickly, the tongue breaches you, already stretched full with Jayce’s cock, coaxing you even wider to allow more of your combined come to drip into his eager mouth.

The slight pinch of him stretching you around both him and Jayce at the same time, tongue curling lasciviously in the tight space between Jayce’s cock and your walls sets off a chain reaction as Jayce throbs inside you, fingers rubbing tight and desperate against you, and your orgasm subsumes you, back arching, head thrown back against a strong, steady shoulder.

The pleasure drags out intensely, the motion of your lovers prolonging it as the slow build toward ecstasy finally reaches its peak. It tears the breath from your lungs, enveloping all your senses in a thick, all-consuming bliss.

Jayce is whispering “that’s it, babe, so good, fuck,” as they work you through it together, Viktor’s tongue curling and thrusting, Jayce diligently holding his pattern as consistent as he can muster while shivering against the overstimulation of you clenching around him.

When the light show behind your eyes finally dims down, pleasure fading and leaving a deep seated contentment in your bones, you crack open your eyes to find two sets staring back at you, eager and satiated and loving.

“Good work,” you sigh, leaning in for kisses.

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Three things Jayce Talis is, one he isn’t by @dicax-asina

5 Piece Puzzle by @basichextechml

#bill nye voice: NOW YOU KNOW (how to bang) #had to keep that lil joke around bc it made dicax asina laugh #virjuneity2022 #mdni #viktor #viktor arcane #jayce talis #jayce arcane #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #jayvikreader #my work #only loosely edited bc my time management sucks #and i have a date to get ready for #so if you see a problem #it's legally yours now

[miabrown007]

the summer after finishing university in New York, Marinette gets invited to a camping trip with Alya and Nino and his best friend. which, honestly, is for the best. at least she has more time than the four years she's already had to figure out how to reach out to her one-time superhero partner, with whom she fell out of touch after the reveal.

only, it's Adrien Agreste waiting for them on the meeting point, beaming so hard at her that it's blatantly obvious they know each other well. in her panic, what is Marinette supposed to tell Alya and Nino to protect their identites, if not that they used to date?

(fake exes AU x there was only one tent)

#miraculous ladybug #writing prompt #ladynoir #adrinette #if you thought fake-dating was ridiculous enough get ready for: fake exes!! #Adrien is sunshine. his lady!! he's so happy to see her again!!! but also she did kind of ghost him for years is she mad at him? #Marinette is dying inside. maybe this would be easier if she ever fell out of love with Chat Noir and not just dated for sport during her B #Alya doesn't understand how could her best friend hide a relationship all throughout highschool but she wants to know all about it! #Nino's pretty sure Adrien is still in love with Nette which makes everything so much more complicated. couldn't they just stargaze in peace #I'm clearly having a lot of thoughts about it but I also do not think this is getting written unfortunately #poor boy sitting in my drafts for a year now. someone liberate him!!

[princessamericachavez]

like yes yes eddie needs to choose and buck needs to be chosen but also 

Eddie needs to get over the very big trauma of losing his wife. Last time he dated someone he had literal panic attacks at the thought of her being mistaken for Chris’s mother and as much as we saw him work through in therapy we never?? really?? talked?? about?? that?? So, yeah, Eddie needs to realize that he’s at a point where he’s ready to risk his heart and give love a second chance 

(and maybe realize he already did becase there already is a partner in his life who gets consistently confused for Chris’s guardian and it feels natural to him?? but he still needs to realize he’s ready for love)

And Buck needs to be ready to be in a relationship where he’s loved for who he is, where he doesn’t bend and twist to fit someone else’s expectations. And for that Buck needed to die, and needed to come back, and now he needs to process that trauma and steady himself. 

(and Buck loves so quickly, so openly, so loudly, and he gives so much of himself and he wants to be loved that way, and maybe he’ll realize that he already?? is?? loved?? but he needs to let himself accept it)

so basically, it’s not only a matter of choice... eddie needs to be ready to love and buck needs to accept that he is loved if they are ever going to find each other properly together

and that, my funny little friends, is the point of their arcs were we are at right now

#buddie #911 fox #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #i'm not going to lose hope over this because i remember a million shows where this had been the path #how many relationships this castle and becket have before they finally were at the point where they could be together?? #hey remember when chenford were in two fairly stable long term relationships because they needed to open up to love again #AND they needed to be in the /wrong/ relationships to finally realize WHAT they wanted??? #eddie deciding he's ready to date/love again is a NECESSARY step for buddie and what they needed right ow #just like buck processing his trauma and maybe having a potential relationship in which he gets to say 'no this isn't right for me i deserve #more' is what he needs to realize he HAS that love #anyway the couch isn't a theory it's a laimotif and its a proper literal metaphor in the show #and we know where that's been popping up lately #so like unless they suck at their job i can't see this being the end #CHILL #911 spoilers #ish

[itsamenickname]

The toughest part about this meme was the fact that there isn't a lot of interaction between Luigi and Bowser in the movie trailers/posters.

But to create a Bowuigi version of this meme and share it to the internet is so, so worth it. :)

#luigi #luigi nintendo #bowser #bowser nintendo #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #super mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #the super mario bros movie #do it for him #meme edit #mario memes #super mario meme #This is my contribution to the super mario movie hype #And for the Bowuigi community that I know will increase tenfold in the next few days #Also this is the second to last “do it for him/them” meme I'll be creating for a while #I have the last “do it for him” meme all created and ready to go but I have a very specific date on when I'll be uploading that version #The first person who can correctly guess the next character I'll use for the “do it for him” meme will get a cookie from me

[petite-phthora]

Can I kiss you?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 1]

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Ao3

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“—so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to kill him! It was an accident! He just jumped me out of nowhere and I have had bad experiences with clowns in the past so when I saw it was a clown trying to kidnap me I kinda just panicked and punched him! I swear, dude, I didn’t mean to hit him so hard—“

Jason, much too calmly, likely in some form of shock, rises from the crouched-down position he had been in to check the clown corpse’s pulse.

He had seen the poor, still rambling, twink getting grabbed from a distance and was about to step in as Red Hood, not even having been aware it was the Joker who —shouldn’t he have been in Arkham? There has been no announcement of him breaking out yet— had grabbed the guy until he had run close enough to the scene.

Which was after the guy had already been startled so badly by the Joker trying to kidnap him that he sucker punched the Joker into the wall of the alley so hard the clown died.

Said twink then realized what he had done and that he had a witness, that witness being Red Hood himself, and had started his frenzied speech on how it was an accident and to please don’t take him to jail he’s only just started his scholarship at Gotham U. and he can’t have murder on his track record yet.

Breathless, Jason looks at the nervous twink in front of him, who's still trying to plead his case, and who just obliterated the Joker with a punch.

Before his brain can catch up to his mouth, he’s already cutting the distressed monologuing off.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out.

Danny, taken off guard, breaks out of his panicked—oh, Ancients, I just killed someone— stupor and lets out a startled laugh.

“Take me out to dinner first” came the automatic joking reply, Danny still largely in shock of what he did.

Jason, either not picking up on the joking tone or ignoring it, nods seriously, already trying to come up with the best place for a dinner date with the cute twink to thank him for his service to the city.

Danny, who has calmed down slightly by now, glances between the red-helmed vigilante and the clown corpse. His gaze lands on Red Hood and he hesitantly speaks up again.

“So, uh, what happens now? Do I need to go to the station to make a statement orrrr?” He pauses awkwardly.

Jason, who’s still trying to figure out whether the Bat Burger would be a good place for a first date or not, doesn’t reply.

“I’ve got school in the morning and I only have like,” he pauses to check his phone for the time, “3 more hours before I have to be up for my first lesson. Soooo, I’m just gonna go. That cool?”

Again, he waits for a reply. But it doesn’t come.

“Right. Cool cool. Uh, see you later? Mr. Red Hood dude sir?” Danny gives a clumsy and awkward salute before turning tail and speed-walking away.

It’s not until 30 minutes later, once Jason has finally decided on the perfect place to take the guy to dinner to, that he realizes the twink is gone.

Fuck, he forgot to ask for the guy’s name.

…

And number.

#dp x dc #I imagine the next day danny is in his apartment and gets interrupted by a knock #on the window #and he just opens the window to find red hood outside #jason: so u ready for that dinner? #danny: ???!!?! #jason: ive got the entire night planned out for us first we’ll have dinner and then we’ll go to the gotham observatory- #danny: say no more #danny doesnt even question how red hood found out who he was and where he lives and even that he likes space #meanwhile jason spent the entire day trying to find out everything he could about the mysterious twink #he probably got tim or babs to use the cams + facial regcognition and stuff to find out everything he could abt danny #tim/babs: alright so his name’s daniel fenton and he’s been living in gotham for abt a week now cuz he started at GU and- #jason: what’s his favorite color? what are his hobbies? what does his dream date look like? give me something to work with here #dp x dc fic #well less of a fic and more of a one-shot or short prompt #just something I randomly came up with and fleshed out a little in my head during work cuz i was bored #love the idea of jason seeing twink!danny obliterating the joker with a punch and just. falling in love. immediately #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #petiteposts

[bucksboobs]

I have a headcanon that Eddie waited 20 minutes and then called Tommy to apologize for “ruining their date” and encourages Tommy to give Buck a second chance.

#Eddie Diaz #BuckTommy #I love the fact that Buck was ready to leave it at ‘I fucked up’ and Eddie’s the one that said ‘don’t walk away’ #and I totally think Eddie would play matchmaker because when’s the last time he LIKED someone Buck dated? #he wasn’t there for Abby (and his only interaction with her was finding out she got ENGAGED while she was ghosting Buck #Aly was just a nonstarter and I KNOW the guy that watched Buck cough up blood would be PISSED to learn Aly left while Buck was recovering #and we all know how he felt about Taylor #and he lowkey was annoyed with Natalia liking that Buck almost died #considering Buck’s death was the worst three minutes of Eddie’s life since Shannon died #but TOMMY??? he loves Tommy!!! #Tommy is his bro of course he wants Tommy to date his best friend #any guy or girl would be lucky to have Buck #if Eddie swung that way (whichhetotallydoesnt) he’d date Buck himself!!! #basically I think Eddie hasn’t Figured It Out so he’s super going to get Buck a boyfriend #and then realize months later that HE wanted to be Buck’s boyfriend the whole time

[maxybabyy]

literally losing my mind over your frat boys au klllllljkkljkllkklljll

please know it has been living in my mind since yesterday, so here's part two, aka what i actually thought about when i saw the original ask (@gaycrunch) ...

part i (re: this)

He finds him outside, hunched over on the porch with his phone in his hand and a half-full bottle of vodka open between his thighs.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here all by himself?” Daniel asks, teases as he drops down to sit next to him. “If only there was a party somewhere, with like, good people and shit.”

Max grunts, barely moves as Daniel hooks his knee over Max’s. He brings the bottle to his mouth, swallows a mouthful of vodka as his free hand comes to rest on Daniel’s knee. “You know already probably, this is why you are here,” he says, digs a finger into the scar on his kneecap, the faded line from when he cut himself on a beer can.

Daniel does, was pulled aside by at least five different dudes who told him where Max had gone, “But I’d rather you tell me, Maxy.”

Max pours another shot into his mouth, keeps the bottle by his lip as he talks. “What even is a rose? This makes no sense, Daniel,” he says, and to his credit, he does sound frustrated. He’s a little drunk too, always is these days when the night falls, but Daniel doesn’t know if it’s cause or consequence.

“It’s an old school thing,” Daniel relents. He steals the bottle from Max’s hands and takes a tiny sip just so he won’t keep drinking. “Reckon I’m plenty sweet for the lot of us, yeah? Don’t need a lady to tell me how to act.”

He didn’t know frats still did this kind of shit, thought they were all past it now, that men could be graceful and charitable too. Hadn’t even thought to mention it to this year’s pledges, but then maybe, Max could have used the lecture anyway.

“Did you really tell her to go suck a bunch of dicks? Because if so, Maxy –“

Max huffs. His leg shakes underneath Daniel’s knee, jostles loose the slide he wears on his foot. “I of course did not say this,” Max says, snappish, taut. “She said she was the best at sucking dick, and I said, ‘this probably is not true’. She showed me this thing she did with her tongue, with her straw you know, and it did not look good, Daniel.”

Daniel chokes down a laugh, relents easily when Max reaches for the bottle again. He watches with unbridled want as Max pretends to suck off the lip of the bottle, interrupted too frequently by his own commentary on the technique.

Daniel reckons he’s right, the tongue is too much, barely touches the bottle at all. Not like Max had done that night, lips heavy around his dick, his tongue firm against the underside of the head.

“So like, you didn’t tell her to suck a dick?”

Max jams his elbow into his side, jolts when Daniel clams his hand around the top of his thigh to keep him in place. “Always this was not – Daniel, I would not say this,” he says, glares at Daniel when he doesn’t relent. “I said maybe that she had to practice more. I have of course sucked a lot of dicks, if she wanted to be like me, then.”

Daniel laughs, loud and surprised, and suddenly Max laughs too.

The Kappa Alphas are dicks anyway. They wouldn’t lose anything if Daniel took them off the social calendar, isn’t really a party if the entire frat can’t go, is it?

“Why didn’t you go home?” He asks after a while. The lid has been put back on the bottle of vodka, and Max has been fed whatever was left in his cup of water.

Two weeks after officially becoming a pledge, Daniel had found Max passed out in a pool of tub juice, white tee soaked in sticky sweet alcohol. He hadn’t vomited – Daniel doesn’t know then if he wouldn’t have just left him there – but Daniel had dragged him upstairs and into the shower. Had scrubbed the marker off his face but left the blue marker in his hair to watch the botched, fucking dip dye his hair had held onto for almost a week.

Max had slept in his bed that night, does it at least every two weeks now, cuddled up between Daniel and the wall. They haven’t fucked since that first time, since Daniel realised Max would be pledging the frat. But sometimes they kiss, and it’s. It feels nice, feels easy, breezy even.

“I have to wait for Carlos,” Max says, shrugs.

Daniel had elected not to pair himself with Max, chose instead one of the legacies who seemed to find power in whatever fucking hazing ritual Daniel threw at him. He kinda regrets it now, knows how shit Carlos must be at this big brother stuff. Knows he left more than an hour ago with Max’s friend from the lacrosse team, apparently without saying shit to Max.

“Nah, Maxy. You’re fine,” he says, squeezes his thigh again when Max hesitates. “Let’s go back to the house, yeah? Maybe Carlos is waiting for you there or like, we can send him a text or something.”

Max doesn’t look convinced, sceptic, like he’s the one who’s on his third year in the frat. But he takes his hand when Daniel gets up, pulls him to his feet. “Lando has the dorm tonight,” he says, shows him a picture of a sock on a doorknob.

It looks fake, but Daniel hasn’t actually seen it for himself ever. Like with the rose, doubted it was even done anymore. But then, Lando’s always been an odd guy.

“There’s always the couch if you want,” Daniel offers, shivers. “Or like, there’s also my bed. Probably the best if you don’t wanna wake up when Scotty gets home.”

Daniel doesn’t hold his breath, he doesn’t, listens instead to the crunch of the road underneath them. It’s no more than ten minutes until they’re home, Greek row almost condensed down to one block.

“Okay, Daniel,” Max says, quiet in the dark night. His hand brushes against Daniel’s, and he tries not to jump, stays still in case Max does reach out. “I think that would be very lovely.”

#get ready for the next part where max doesn't have a date for the *mumble* ceremony #daniel: that's okay! (it's not) you don't have to :) (you literally do) it's more of a frat bro thing anyway (it's literally in the bylaws) #in an alternate universe max is the frat's rose #disclaimer: am not american. do not know this 'frat' thing you keep talking about :| #i've watched maybe one episode of greek but that's enough right? #if i keep writing at this speed my thesis may be done on time!! #frat bro au #maxiel #maxiel fic #max/daniel #my fic #my writing #fic #answered #.arturleclerc #frat bros au

[lavender-femme]

i miss getting all dressed up

🥀 men | minors | terfs do not fucking interact 🥀

#i have been having a really bad/weird body day so can y’all please hype me up #these pics are from almost a year ago but I looked so fucking good #someone give me a reason to get all dolled up again PLEASE #I’m talking #lavender.jpg #femme #lesbian #femme4butch #femme4stud #bodies like mine #because it is mine #and bodies like mine are fucking hot as fuck #these pictures make me a bit sad because they were taken at [redacted’s] house in nj and we had a date at the best Italian place #and the first Polaroid’s kept in my wallet are from that night #i think I’m ready to take them out though #i didn’t think I’d ever post pics from this time because it now just makes me so sad to think about and see #but I remembered how beautiful I looked #and how good I felt #and I posted them #so it means something

[grapejuicegay]

Okay, friend

#OH NO I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS #first of all the obvious red and blue boys #the one who's ready to jump all in at the slightest hint of reciprocation #and the one who gets too into his own head and tries to chicken out of talking about his feelings #but also thinking about all the meta (and specifically jemmo's post) about the ep 10 fist bump #and how they were on the same level through it all and how their relationship is level and reciprocal at every point #and how we're seeing the exact opposite take place here in msp #tinn has just been rejected #and done so in a way where he has no idea that gun likes him too #gun trying to reach out in a situation that IS difficult for them both #but he has a step up on tinn here where he knows that his feelings are reciprocated even if they can't be together right now #and so of course tinn is the one to step back when he tries to make a move under the cover of the mv #because he has just been rejected where gun... just hasn't #and most importantly both episodes ending with immaculate food based flirting 10/10 #anyway here's some boys fist bumping about their feelings in ep 6 #(and talking about said feelings next to a body of water) #tune in next week for boys not really dating and also performing a tragic romance in ep 7! #my school president #my school president series #bad buddy #bad buddy series #bad buddy brain rot #this isn't about bad buddy but when is anything not about bad buddy anymore #< i love this tag but you best believe i am going to make anything and everything about bad buddy #kk.gifs #oh this is my first gifset of 2023!!!

[girlwiththegreenhat]

i am never going to recover from the death shroud radio play actually

#liz blogs #fallout 4 #death shroud #its been in my watch later for like 3 months now and i just got around to listening to it all the way through #its got everything. its got nick valentine. it's got Funny Bits. it's got amazing universe writing. it's got a mystery. #its got nick valentine again. yes i'll mention him twice he's my peepaw :) nice old man #i should have expected That Ending with Those Voice Actors Present but i was still Unprepared for where that went #demonicae #bitch. i get it now. i get what you meant by 'it was relevant to my interest in more ways than one.' holy shit #that ending was crack to my brain i tell you #it starts like 'oh yeah thismight as WELL be canon though' and ends like 'oh my god thats so delightfully silly and fanfic-y. ... but still #-relatively in the bounds of canon even with that premise.' its good. oh my god its good #obscure videogame crack lore about glados and claptrap dating my beloved. that's the stupidest shit i ever seen (affectionate) #now THAT is a crackship. they are SO divorced #i was not ready for any of that oh my fucking GODDDDD hELP ME #also i never considered nora and danse dating but actually. thats really funny. she has a type. she just replaced her fucking husband #its basically the same guy twice.

[yourlocalgrass]

Ok woah so the new Nightmare exchange system is pretty good, well, better compared to previous one

So here in simple terms the new Exchange ticket system: For each summon, you get an exchange ticket in return. Which you’ll be able to spend at the Exchange.

If your aiming for a specific UR+ card, and you’re relying on pity system you’d have to Summon 100 times instead of 125 or 150 which saves more DV (demon vouchers).

If you’ve already exchanged 100 on one UR+ card, to exchange another you would then need 50, then 30, then 20, and stays there.

So real quick math calculation if you want Skill level 5 UR+ you’d have to exchange 220, or in other words summon 220 times. Compared to previous system more decent I guess.

Here’s the part that I actually picked up on the most:

If your not able to or planing to reach 100 summons you’re also able to spend it on other helpful items:

Anyways this is a very simple f2p player’s opinion who’s pretty much content with this, better than the last one at the very least and not much detail on explaining it fully but :))

#The items are what actually made this good otherwise my reaction would have been :| ‘cool not too bad’ #since I never really have pulled on Nightmare with 125/50 demon vouchers ready #I’ve always tested my luck and never relied on the pity system #So to be able to spend these on UR/+ or SSR Joker cards feels like not everything would go to waste #especially thinking about how hard they were to obtain at the beginning of NB #yeah I remember thinking I wasn’t even going to get more than 5 UR+ Joker cards #or UR ones for that matter #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me event #obey me nightmare

[qcomicsy]

Listen I like Tim and Steph but I don't go there, however.

Sometimes I remember that one monologue from the Diane of Bojack Horseman when her ex-husband got another girlfriend and think about Steph wondering how did she not have a mental breakdown regarding her and Tim breakup until today.

Because if Red Robin is still cannon and I was her I would have very much a mental breakdown eventually.

Monologue under the cut

"You accidentally see your soon-to-be-ex-husband kiss someone else. At first you think, oh, it's a fing. Whatever. They're drunk. It's a party. But then he puts his hand on the small of her back exactly the way he used to do to you. It means, "I got you." And when he did it to you, it made you feel safe. And you realize he will never do that to you again. And it breaks your heart again. After you thought your heart was so broken that it could never get any more broken. You thought it was safe. But it somehow finds a new way to break. Because even though you're the one who asked for this, now that you've got it you are completely adrift. With no compass, or map"

#like– just broke it off and didn't even explained to her the reason #they've dated for so long an in and out and got broken up and together again and then suddenly he breaks up with you for real and shows up #with a totally different boyfriend and then you realize. Yeah it's actually over. It's definitely over. #And he's happy and says to everybody how happy he is and how he finally found himself and you get wrapped up in his confusing past #confronting the fact that the person you dated years was someone who wasn't ready yet to be full himself with you now he even realized he #wasn't being his full self with you #and then theres his friends and his best friend– #I mean man. #I would very much #despite how much I liked the guy and am happy for him eventually have a real ugly cry about that #and before someone has any doubt no I'm not against timbern in fact I like timbern very much and am happy for Tim and absolutely love their #dynamic #but I think about steph sometimes #platonic timsteph #q rambles #q rants

[alolanlan]

what if all the mxtx series happened in the same world? id think the timeline would work like this:

1. tgcf starts. and by starts i mean starts at the beginning in xianle. everything pre 800 year timeskip happens, then in the next 800 years,

2. MDZS happens. a good 300-400 years post-fall of xianle, sects are centered around clans. the MDZS babygirls do their thing and while wangxian are out there living their post-canon domestic bliss life, the ideals of xiao xingchen and song lan catch on - specifically with the ones who lost faith in the system of clan-based sects (ones like mianmian). new sects, ones based on merit and not bloodlines, emerge and overtake the traditional sects in popularity (the traditional sects either merge with the new sects or fade away over the years. except for the jin, somehow they stay there and eventually form the huan hua palace sect, ugh.)

3. 800 years pass and xie lian ascends once more! the events of tgcf take place and hualian live their immortal lives in domestic bliss. but oh no, messing with the heavens does something to create a fracture in the world, revealing a second world of demonic beings that use not resentful or spiritual energy, but demonic energy. the two worlds merge. to combat this, the gods of tgcf patron different sects and pass down some of their teachings. more cultivators are able to reach immortality, which leads to

4. svsss!!

#smaller hcs i didnt include: #wangxian cultivate to immortality. either that or lwj becomes immortal but wwx grows old and dies #but he comes back as a powerful ghost!! not driven by revenge or resentment but by love #similar to hua cheng #he comes back to travel the world with his husband and travel they do #(wwx may or may not be a calamity level ghost but he doesnt rlly bother anyone. he just vibes.) #hualian and wangxian become friends!! mainly thru xie lian and wwx but yeah they go on double dates sometimes and are chill #yeah basically i just like the idea of hualian and wangxian being out there somewhere vibing during the events of svsss #ready to step in if lbh does anything like break the world (like PIDW) but otherwise minding their own business #gasp what if hualian pulled strings to get shen yuan to enter the world bc they saw the future of what would have happened and knew rhey nee #ded to change that furure #im gonna stop now #mdzs #wei wuxian #wangxian #lan wangji #svsss #tgcf #hualian #mianmian #xiao xingchen #song lan

[mechanicalinfection]

I'm sad and I'm lonely so I drew some springsuit + a ponytail??? I have no idea

#art #traditional drawing #fnaf #springtrap #he's so silly guys #springsuit #yes that's a tag now yw #i have no idea If that's a ponytail or not #im sobbing #anyways #william afton #big hot men #im so sorry #IM SORRY I JUSTHAD TO GIGHLES #he's cute okay #fnaf 3 #he's getting ready for him and his wife's date #pleass tell him he looks good cause he does #he looks fantastic with his suit

[jaybren]

I Believe...Steddie

I normally don't mind angst (though I avoid drama fics in general). Miscommunication is the biggest trope in romance, so I'm all for it, but for some reason Steve x Eddie fics / drabbles where Eddie still thinks of Steve as Steve THE KING Harrington always sit weirdly for me. Sometimes, if the Upside Down didn't happen (AUs in general) or pre-UD setting, maybe -- sure, then that could work. But close to canon fics where Eddie lives and Steve legit confesses to him? Always just -- strikes me as wrong.

Finally realized why -- it's literally the antithesis of canon Eddie. Canon! Eddie is quick to acknowledge Steve has changed. He literally runs up to him in the Upside Down while a bunch of madness is happening and where he has every right to be consumed by his own shit-tastic situation, but instead, he's telling Steve how he is a great guy and has changed.

Can Eddie be bitchy and prejudice? Yes.

Does Eddie have grudges against jocks / the popular crowd? Yes.

But he also goes full on bowing gentlemen for cheerleaders (going out of his way to help Chrissy and make her smile) and he's quick to acknowledge Steve's not that same popular AH anymore.

With Steve's bitchiness not aimed at him, Eddie would be eating his Honeycomb and snickering when old habits popped back up, and maybe he'd feel conflicted about jocky Steve, complaining about going to games or something until somebody smacked some sense into him. Totally believe tension and disbelief about one liking the other or some bias about things, but I just can't see Steve proclaiming his love or whatever and Eddie assuming it is a trap or trick or prank or something.

Maybe he'd think Steve was confused. Maybe he'd assume they were doomed, but I can't see him blaming Steve for that or blowing up their relationship IF Eddie accepted the confession and they started dating. Eddie's way more down on himself.

If someone can explain how it makes sense, please do. I'd love to enjoy all Steddie tropes, and that one seems popular lately, but where my brain sees so many problems with them getting to the confession point or even a number of big arguments that could happen afterward due to outside aspects, those two strike me as highly tactile, highly clingy romantics who would be convinced they were the height of discrete while practically fused, constantly touching and being snide little judgy dudes together.

#steddie #Steve x Eddie #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Only way Eddie doesn't see how Steve's changed is if the Upside Down doesn't exist but then Steve might not have changed #the second Steve asks him out Eddie is 100% in #won't accept anything different #Eddie is a drama king but he's the the sort to be clingy and pushy and cause problems by being too tactile and obvious in a homophobic town #which is why I 100% believe fics where Eddie and Steve fight over Steve refusing to come out or leave Hawkins #Despite also 100% believing Eddie would understand #frankly I fall for all the tropes EXCEPT Eddie not believing (in a canon compliant Upside Down having universe)that Steve has changed #where are my double date fics with Eddie and Steve taking out two girls only to get dumped because they spent more time chatting themselves #What about the fics where Eddie sets Steve up with a metalhead girl only for Steve to be like 'wow I'm super into this' #but then he realizes partway through he is 100% imaging she's Eddie #Or Steve setting up Eddie on a double date only to have a 'oh no I fucked up' moment as he realizes halfway through that he loves Eddie #Steve: Cool Eddie might score (*and it was at that moment he realizes he fucked up) I don't want Eddie to score #Give me hooking up duo who 'just like making out' and 'just aren't ready to get back out there yet' who feel pressured to do so #and they end up throwing hands over it and banging #Eddie: So...that happened. | Steve: Do you think Dustin was right? | Eddie: No way that butthead is right. | Steve: But what if he is? #Eddie: Obviously we can't tell him. | Steve: But we can still make out right? | Eddie: Fuck yeah #Give me dumb bets between guys friends inspired by Steve trying to relate to Eddie like he used to Tommy

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I need to talk about Minecraft AU for a sec and how the difference between our world and their world makes for some of the most humorous but also interesting differences in how people act about certain subjects.

Like the trans thing right. Steve and Rana are both trans I've talked about that before. And neither of them are on hormone replacement or anything (there is an in universe explanation as to why Steve has a beard though I promise I can talk about that if anyone wants) but like that's fine bc it literally Doesn't Matter to them or anyone else. Like as spawned players they already don't have any pre-existing gender roles or ideas of what something "should" be so gender and presentation is what they make of it and there's no real solid idea in anyone's mind about how a "boy" or "girl" behaves or looks like. These are labels that exist but they barely mean anything. It also helps that any preexisting culture that WOULD have ideas of this was almost entirely destroyed like 5000 years ago (thanks Groda) so it matters even less than it already did.

And its funny bc the only two people alive from that era, White Eyes and Groda also just don't care. Groda maybe asks why Rana's voice sounds deeper once and nearly gets torn apart by Alex bc of it (Rana isn't offended or anything she just has a defensive girlfriend), bc she doesn't really understand because she never experienced anything like this first hand but very quickly comes to understand it and accept it. And on the other hand White Eyes is just like "I've seen weirder things than this" which yeah. Yeah honestly I think the person who was previously one with the undead would not care about gender in the grand scheme of things.

And then u have Kai which I've joked before that they may as well have been spawned in nonbinary. They rlly just said "I'm not really anything" and everyone was like yeah makes sense I vibe with it. Good for u.

Steve and Rana are both fairly open about having been the opposite genders previously (because that's how they view their experiences and that's valid!) and don't really shy away from the subject but also never really have much reason to talk about it since there's rarely a need to. In the modern day pretty much everyone who met them had met them post-transition. Even Alex had met them just before Steve started growing in his beard. The only people who ever knew them as Adam and Eve were Efe and Sunny but they never really thought it was weird or anything. Like the weirdest part to them was Steve saying he got his epiphany from seeing some guy in the distance on a foggy day who looked vaguely like him but that's its own subject manner that they aren't going to pry on.

Also Steve did DIY top "surgery" previously with a sword but we aren't going to talk about how messy that was for everyone involved.

#minecraft #minecraft au mastertag #apologies for my trans ramblings. how i get to approach these subject matters in the AU is just fun #and i needed to get some thoughts out #unrelated fun fact that i think most people here dont know: Steve and Alex were actually the first two to be in a committed relationship #not Steve and Rana like most would (rightfully) expect #this is because despite the fact that the two have literally know eachother for their entire lives #they're both really bad at being honest with themselves. #for years it was 'i like this person but i dont know how to tell them' #to 'well maybe i only FEEL like i like them because i dont know anyone else that well' #to 'well maybe they dont feel the same and it'd be weird to bring it up now' #you've heard of slow burn now get ready for what those two had going on #Alex when integrated into the household and months had passed actually had enough confidence to ask #here's the funny part though. she had assumed that Steve and Rana WERE dating already (and was cool with it obviously) #they were not. #so u can imagine how funny it is for Steve to hear 'Your girlfriend is pretty' out of Alex's mouth bc of that #She's more shocked that they're NOT dating already they live in the same house they've known eachother for literally their entire existence #they are like so stupidly affectionate with eachother to boot #'And you've known her for how long??' 'I mean... about 10 years?' 'DUDE.' #its actually agonizing but on the bright side it is what got the polycule started eventually #I would not be surprised if Sunny and Efe placed bets on if/when it would eventually happen