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thedreamlessnights · 1 year

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OMG #2 for the smut prompts with Jayce pretty please? 🥺❤️

SARAH!! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT AAAA - possessive Jayce makes my brain melt. Sorry for any mistakes or weird formatting - I’m away from home and therefore my laptop 😭

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

Only Yours || Jayce x GN!Reader || NSFW ||

Warnings: Possessive Jayce. Fingering and unprotected, rough sex. Bruising, biting, and leaving marks. Jayce pinning your wrists to the wall with his hand. A good amount of praise, along with some mentions of drunkenness and brief sexual harassment, jealousy, and Jayce shoving someone.

Word Count: 2.1k

Jayce’s hand feels like fire on your back.

The flame doesn’t pain you, but it burns. Sears through the fabric of your outfit, radiates heat into you to contrast the bitter chill of the air. And all night long, he keeps it there, his gaze hardening just the slightest at the edges. The barest indication of what sits beneath, what’s fueling the scorching emotion that he’s trying his best to hide.

Jealousy.

People have been staring at you all night. Jayce knows this, because Jayce has eyes, and subtlety is lost on Piltover. Especially during the parties, when the aroma of a hundred people - drunk out of their minds - floods through the room like a hazardous gas. It makes it hard to breathe. Jayce does, too.

Because when the first stranger comes stumbling up to you to tell you how nice you look (though, in much less polite phrasing), there goes Jayce’s hand. Reaching around you, placing itself on the small of your back. Giving a polite smile and excusing the two of you, but he’s fuming.

Not at you, of course. But fuming, nonetheless.

He needn’t worry. Not when it’s him. Not when you love him the way you do. But Jayce is a world-class master of anxiety, and you can see it in the rigid smile that fades more and more. He’s worried that you might take one of them up on their offer; that you might be tempted by the forbidden fruit.

“Jayce,” you want to say, “can’t you see that they’re all rotten?”

Jayce, for as smart as he is, can’t ever seem to see what you see. He pictures a shiny skin for them, the enticing, sweet smell of the Piltovian apple. He pictures you taking a bite, and never returning.

You know that a single bite will show the truth - a crumbling, decaying thing, insides writhing with worms. This is how they all are, save few.

But Jayce is so much more. There is no force, rotten or ambrosial, that could ever tempt you away from him. One day, you’re determined to make him know that. For now, you rest your hand atop his, rubbing reassuring movements into his fingers.

I’m yours, you think. Always.

He can’t read your mind, but he softens a little at your touch. His shoulders go slack, tension bleeds from his jaw, and he manages to relax enough to give you a little smile.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks, okay?” he says.

His words are met with a short nod before he leaves. Watching him weave through the crowd gives you just the opportunity to admire his frame; the broadness of his shoulders, the line of his jaw, the five o’clock shadow that’s already appeared - even though you know for a fact he’d shaved this morning.

All would be well, if not for the tall blond stumbling toward you. Reaching out to grip your shoulder, he pulls you near him with an almost-painful grip.

His breath, hot and rancid, smells of cigars and Noxian wine. Even when you recoil and fight the urge to gag, he’s too drunk to notice.

“Wannna… get out of herre?” he slurs, tugging at your hair.

You step away, but the stranger just slinks to the side and grabs you again.

“Come on babyy,” he snorts. “I know you want itt. Prac - prac’ly begging. For it. Want it so bad.”

Jayce knows what’s happening the moment he returns - carrying both of your drinks in one hand, eyes flicking between you and the stranger.

All too easily - as if he’s picking up a puppy by the scruff of its neck - he grips the man by his collar and yanks him back, shoving him to the side. The drinks only spill a drop, nearly invisible if you hadn’t been staring directly at his hands.

“Get the hell out of here before I have you put in Stillwater,” Jayce says.

The moment bleeds as if cut straight through. The air becomes thick. Seconds weep away as the man stands, nostrils flared, debating. His hands ball into fists and his cheeks ruddy with anger and too much drink.

Jayce’s grip tightens on the wine glasses, and his jaw clenches. You can’t decide if you want to see where this goes or not. There really wouldn’t even be a question of who would win. Bruised knuckles, a scrape for you to bandage up and kiss; was it worth it?

Before you can answer yourself, the stranger makes his decision and slinks away. Into the crowd he disappears, his hair blending with the crowd.

You watch him leave with a sort of smugness; you really shouldn’t be so excited at the thought of violence. Jayce will be the death of you.

He slackens when the man is out of sight, handing you your drink with slightly-shaking hands as if nothing had happened.

Despite the tight smile he gives you, he’s clearly still fuming under the surface - a boiler in disguise, waiting to blow. You down your glass in one swallow, then tug at his sleeve.

“Let’s get out of here.”

As you speak, another drunk stumbles up to you, cupping your face in his hands. Jayce, with much less composure than before, shoves him back.

The man only blinks at him.

“Whassa matterr?” he slurs. “We can sssharre.”

For a moment, you think Jayce might punch him, but he doesn’t. Calmly - too calm - he takes your empty glass from you, finishes his drink, and sets your glasses down.

“Let’s go,” he says.

His hand on your back is relentless now, practically steering you home. He’s never been this angry, not visibly so. It’s a combination of things - a bad day, not much sleep, raging jealousy.

You can’t wait to get home.

You should leave him alone. He’ll probably go for a run, try to sweat the anger out of him. Take a steaming hot shower and come out like everything’s fine.

But you don’t want him to. It never fully gets all of it out - the anger, the frustration. It only sends it simmering. You want him to boil until he overflows, for him to fuck it all out until nothing but satiation remains.

Jayce is not, by nature, angry. He’s gentle, patient, intelligent. Devastatingly kind. This, of course, doesn’t mean that he’s immune to anger. It only means he doesn’t know how to handle it. Everyone has a breaking point. Jayce is dangerously close to his.

Which is why, when you’re on the doorstep, you make a comment. Innocent-sounding, but it’s anything but.

“Didn’t want to share, huh?”

Shock hits his face first - freezes him as you step in front of him.

The moment you’re through the door, Jayce has you pinned against the wall. His breath is hot on your ear, and his body feels scalding pressed against you - warm arms, broad shoulders, and rough, callused hands that hold your waist.

“I’m not sharing you with anybody,” he breathes. “You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

“Show me,” you murmur. “I’m yours.”

He hesitates a moment - probably processing the fact that you like this, want this, even - before his hands go to your wrists.

Warm, rough hands that envelop yours completely. You’ve studied them so many times, imagining - well, this. They wrap around your carpals, firmly move your hands over your head, and keep them pinned there. One hand is all it takes - one of Jayce’s hands to pin both of yours to the wall.

He undresses you with the other.

Any patience of his is out the window - your clothes get ripped off of you and shoved to the floor, leaving you shivering in the cold air. Then he presses against you again, and warmth returns.

He’s hard already - aching, throbbing. From the labored way he’s breathing, he must be fighting off the urge to grind into you, too. You wish he’d give in, wish he wouldn’t deny himself.

But when he bites the back of your ear, you immediately change your mind. It’s a soft, hesitant nip that becomes emboldened and sharp when you whimper and lean back into him rather than away. It stings, but his mouth is soft and warm, and he presses a kiss to it before moving down to your neck.

Soon, your skin is jeweled with a chain of bruises that crown you from jaw to nape to the meat of your shoulder.

“Say you’re mine,” he says, grip tightening on your wrists, digging your hand into the wall as he rolls his hips into you. When he speaks again, his voice sounds strained. “That nobody else gets to touch you.”

“I’m yours,” you echo. “Only yours.”

For a moment, there is nothing but his breath - warm against the back of your neck, making you shiver. The vulnerability of the situation is crystal clear in everything from his hands on your wrists, to your bare body, while his clothes remain on.

And, to your surprise, he releases your wrists.

“Stay here,” he says.

You don’t move an inch. You become marble, pasted against the wall. His footsteps become your world - behind you, then into your bedroom. Nothing, for a minute or so. Then they return.

The hair on the back of your neck stands up in anticipation.

“That’s it,” he says, running a hand up your ribs. “Ready for me?”

You shiver under his touch, waiting, giving a nod. He sets something down on the table next to you - something light, because it barely clinks against the glass.

Then, he returns to his original position. Hand around your wrists, the other on your waist.

Your forehead tilts into the wall, your legs automatically spreading as Jayce knees them apart. Then you realize what he’d left for. It’s ice-cold, even on the warmth of his fingers - slowly working you open and ready for him. A soft noise escapes your throat, whimpering as his pace becomes relentless.

“Fuck,” he whispers, fingers pressing deeper into you. “So - so eager for me.”

Your body jerks, breath coming heavier as he finds the spot that drives you to slow insanity. His other hand tightens on your wrists, as if he wants to reach around and touch you - it’ll bruise, if he keeps it like that.

You want it to. You want to be covered by him. Every inch.

Like lightning, the current of him builds. His fingers are faster, harder in you, his words a soft mantra in your ear, his teeth a sharp pain on your neck.

“No one but you,” you manage. “Jayce, please-”

Your voice chokes off as you cum, shuddering. Your vision goes along with your hearing, and the world fuzzes into a dulled, shaking pleasure. Then it comes back.

He barely gives you a moment to recover before you hear his belt being undone. Then he hesitates again, leaning into your ear.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.

“It’s not. Fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand tightens against your wrists, bracing both of you against the wall as he fucks into you, his free hand squeezing into your hip.

“F-fuck,” he stutters out, letting out a soft, searching groan as he pushes in deeper. “Feel so - so fucking good for me.”

“Yours,” you manage to choke out, feeling like you might break in two. He fills and fills and fills you, the delicious friction of his thrusts sending you on edge again. It doesn’t take much with him - it never does. Not when it’s Jayce.

“Harder, Jayce,” you say. “Take - take me like I’m yours.”

Your words seem to break the final string in him. His hips snap into yours - shoving you into the wall, fucking you into it, his grip on your wrists and hands bruises, and all the while - he just praises you.

“Fuck,” he pants. “So fucking good for me.”

The most you can do is take it, let him fuck everything out of him. It’s not long before you’re cumming again - shuddering around his cock. His thrusts stutter at that before he continues, his breathing strained, pace quickening, his moans getting louder until he cums, too - letting out a gravelly, drawn-out noise from the back of his throat.

He thrusts one, two, three more times before finally groaning and melting into you. His hands let go of your wrists and hip to wrap around you, burying his face in the groove between your neck and shoulder where he lets out a muffled hmph against your skin.

“That good?” you tease, breathless.

He places a kiss on your neck, nuzzling against the skin before he answers.

“You know it was,” he says. “Fuck. I - uh, left a lot of marks. Sorry. Let me clean you up?”

You just lean into his touch. It’s answer enough - he gently leads you into the bathroom, and when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, there’s only one thing you can think:

No one will have any doubt about who you belong to anymore.

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year

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Testing One’s Love Luck to Win You Over

I... uh, this was supposed to be shorter 😅, but I didn’t know how much I missed to write for the one and only Golden Boy sooo yeah [I promise to write more about you, Jayce, *mwah* <333]

Jayce x fem!Reader-----3.1K-------SFW

Synopsis: With adulthood came different responsibilities. For Jayce, it was enrolling at the Academy and becoming a revolutionary inventor; for you, it was securing your family’s position inside the high-end of Piltover’s more influential and powerful clans. However, Jayce isn’t willing to lose you without playing all his cards.

Jayce had always lived two houses away from you ever since you had a memory, so when he moved to the Academic District to one of the Kiramman's ateliers, you felt a strange hole being carved in your chest as you stood on your porch, watching the carriage marked with the keys from the Kiramman family crest riding up the hill.

He promised to visit, and he did. Jayce even invited you to his new atelier, showing you his current projects, and the magnificent view he had of the whole city from his balcony.

You tried to enter the Academy—following the example of the most intelligent person you'd ever met—but of course, you couldn't get in. Your whole life had been drafted for you before you could have a rebuttal in the matter.

Just like your older sister, you've been raised to conquer the spotlight in the soirées held by clans more powerful than your own, charming any potential suitor that could raise your family influence after a marriage deal.

While Jayce spent hours researching engineering and physics in the Academy’s library, you learned different techniques of dance, how to play the piano and to walk while keeping your chin up, without looking at the ground.

Even if you thought you were drifting apart, every time Jayce knocked at your door to invite you to a walk around the fanciest district in Piltover, conversation flew naturally, as if the time had retreated, and you were still the kids that played with marbles on the soft grass in the front yard of his home. You still laughed at Jayce's silly jokes, and he still found your laugh contagious enough to end up both cackling until your bellies hurt.

In those moments, you tried to deny it, but the reality was that no matter how hard you wished, your heart wouldn't stop beating as if it wanted to escape your ribcage.

Good thing that Jayce would only see you once in a while because otherwise, he would pick your lie about how your forehead always felt like it was on fire when he patted your head because you were sick.

You felt guilty when he showed up with ointment his mom recommended to you when having a cold.

But soon enough time run thin, and he graduated and started to spend more time enclosed in the atelier. Jayce wouldn't let you come in when you showed up unannounced, preferring to eat the food you had prepared outside.

Some weeks after it, your parent broke the long-expectedly, but no less frightening, of your engagement.

By that time, you had already identified the pressing sensation residing on your chest—the same you felt when you said goodbye to Jayce every time, but not quite as overwhelming as this time. The pressure, the hollow, was just as when he left for the Academy years ago.

You nodded at your mother, smiling softly as you asked when you were about to meet your future husband. Even if the most visceral part of you wanted to scream until your jaw hurt from opening your mouth too widely, to run away up the hill and slam your fists in Jayce’s atelier.

But what he could do? Not even you were allowed to command the ways your life should develop. Jayce couldn’t help you. Nobody could.

It was funny how time seemed to pass by quicker when your family gave you a date for the wedding; contrary to when Jayce could only come back for the holidays. You were looking at his house, lonely and sad now that his mother spent her time with friends, without her son around.

Each night occurred, and the wedding got closer and closer. Insomnia lets you wander through all your thoughts—even those that you shouldn't suppose to have. If only you were born into another family, would you be happier? Would you don't mind being surrounded by luxuries in exchange for freedom? For love?

You smiled, a sour expression that curled your top lip in disgust. There was pointless to wish for things you couldn’t have.

And yet, Jayce’s image conjured in your mind as you tried to push it away, tucked in the pressure-based door at the back of your mind.

You wished you at least could have him.

*~*~*~*

The smell of the variety of flowers filling the bride's room made you want to throw up. Sunlight flooded the white room, and you felt as if you were blurring with it, becoming a piece of decoration for your almost new husband.

If you weren't on the third floor, you'd probably jump out the window.

Someone knocked at the door, and when you said, tired: “Come in.” You saw another gigantic bouquet, this one decorated with both white jasmines and red carnations. Upon seeing them, you frowned, gesturing with one hand toward the back of the room. “Let them when you can.”

The person closed the door behind him.

“Were you going to tell me you’re getting married?” His voice made you jump, and you saw his serious face from your mirror, accompanied by your widened eyes, mouth agape.

Turning so quickly you almost fell off the stool, you said, in a voice full of so many feelings you got surprised by how all of them bleed out with just one word. "Jayce?” From longing to terror, shame, and confusion. But above all, a sadness so deep your eyes started to itch with trapped tears. “What are you doing here?”

That made him pace angrily around the little space of the room that wasn’t covered with your puffy dress, gifts still unopen, and flower bouquets. His right hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I… I don’t know.” He sighed, collapsing over one corner of the bed. “I don’t know what to do.” He hid his face between his palms as you pinched your eyebrows with both confusion and worry.

“Jayce?” You stood up, your hand hovering over his slumped shoulders, afraid that if you touched him, you would crumble. So you only curled your fingers away, nails scrapping the palm of your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You had wished for him to look at you all dressed in a wedding gown for him, so he could get all happy and excited while seeing you walking inside the courtroom.

He shook his head. “It’s my fault. I left and in the end, I couldn’t—" he sighed, and he sounded just as tired as your feet. "I wasn't quick enough… I couldn’t become…” Jayce looked at you, between his messy dark hair and deeply saddened eyes. For all those times you thought you’d be capable of drowning in them was just an exaggeration, today he proved you wrong. “Please don’t get married.”

You blinked, a quick sequence of blurring images of Jayce’s gaze locked in yours as your eyes got blurry with tears. “Jayce—”

His hands held your arms at each side of your body, and you saw his Academy uniform wrinkled and covered with oil stains. Even his fingers were covered in a fine black powder that stained the white arm gloves that covered his skin. As you leaned in closer, you took in the smell of paper, coffee, and burned coal. The same essence lingered inside his atelier.

“Please,” he said, voice cracking. You felt your lip quiver.

You hugged him, feeling a tug in your chest as you passed one of your hands through his hair. He leaned into your gentle touch, eyelids fluttering when he closed his eyes. The words got stuck in your throat, and so they got out in an almost inaudible whisper. "I need to get married, Jayce."

He opened his eyes, and his gaze burned into your chest, where your heart was beating madly, so loud it must be the reason why you didn’t pick up his words correctly.

“Then marry me.”

The gasp that got out of your lips felt as if someone had punched you in the chest. "What?”

His cheeks were deep red, and they felt hot when you cradled his cheek so Jayce could see you as he tried to divert his eyes away.

"You heard me," Jayce muttered, looking toward the window. Sky was already filled with orange hues that made the bedroom look as if it were almost caught on fire. "You can marry me if you want."

You blinked, but no matter how much you tried to clear your view, confusion still impregnated it. “Do you want to marry me?”

He pulled you away, so he could take in the puffy, lavishing dress you were supposed to use in the ceremony. Your hair was pulled away from your face, making your head pulse in a settled, hurtful rhythm.

“I thought once I created Hextech, I would’ve been able to ask your family if I could court you without them family denying it, but…”

Your heart throbbed painfully. Of course, they'd said no. Jayce being behind Hextech's creation was marvelous, a dream come true to any aspiring inventor. But not so for aristocratic families, for them, he was still the heir of a lower house. "Oh, Jayce…"

“I mean—I was planning on telling you; to ask if you, uh… if you reciprocate my feelings. But then your family said no and I… I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t.” He was fidgeting his fingers over his lap, too afraid of looking at you that now he was scanning every corner of the room. “Do you… do you feel the same?”

Your mind ran toward the myriad of memories you two had shared over the years, the permanent feeling of wanting. "Do you remember when we were kids? When we played house and I told you that I was your wife? I still abide by those words."

The littlest of smiles appear in the corners of Jayce's lips. "I think we should kiss now.”

You chuckled, leaning toward him, you were pulling your skirts off the way so you could fit between his legs- Your hands trembled as you cupped his cheeks, eyes fluttering closer when you brushed your lips against his. You heard him sigh, finally relieved. However, it was only a peck. “Not yet. I’m afraid we need to leave before people start to suspect why the door’s closed,” you said while biting your bottom lip.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jayce looked at the room. It was all white, adorned with silk and lace around the bed filled with boxes of clothes and shoes. "Do you think you can get out of the window?"

“It’s three stores high, Jayce.” You looked at the bed he was sitting at. “But maybe we can improvise a rope.” Your finger pointed at the mattress.

Jayce jumped out of it and started to throw the gifts on the ground, taking the bedsheets off the mattress. "Just as when we were younger, huh?"

You smiled, dexterous hands already making knots with the fabric to use as holders. You used to escape to Jayce’s house when your parents grounded you. You had to escape from your room, which was easier once you memorize the patrols and the paths of the service toward the rooms. Then, you had to run across the street and climb up the Talis’ house front gate, to where Jayce already expected you with a rope made with his bedsheets and curtains.

Now instead of climbing, you were descending.

He knotted the rope in one of the bed’s legs. “Now, take off your dress and come down.”

You looked at him, cheeks hot, eyebrows raised in perplexion. "Wouldn't you like that?"

Jayce’s hazel eyes widened, with one of his hands covering his mouth. “Not like that! I meant—it’s for… it’s so you can move comfortably!”

Despite the stress building like a tight knot in your belly, you found yourself laughing, trying to conceal the noise between your hands. “I know, I know. Sorry.”

“You don’t sorry in the slightest.”

“You know too well. Turn around and close your eyes, I’ll change into something comfy.”

Jayce snickered. “Afraid I’ll peek?" You hit him in the shoulder and quickly knelt to find the clothes your maid pushed down the mattress while helping you dress up. "Let me know if you need any help.”

You stopped him from turning, your body came too close to him so the back of your knees brushed his pants as you turned around, showing him the back of your dress, a succession of little buttons lost between a sea of lace and silk. “Jayce, unbutton the back of my dress, please.”

You thought he’d said no, but you were running thin on time. When night fall your ceremony would arrive, and the sky was already getting dimmer.

He brushed his fingers through your spine, pulling you closer so he could see the little buttons better, causing you to feel his breath sending warm huffs in the back of your neck and around your shoulders as the fabric of the dress opened more with each turn of his wrist.

When he was done, you kept the dress in place with a firm hand pressed against your chest. You felt his hand hovering in the small of your back, irradiating warmth as you held your breath.

“I should’ve said you look beautiful before you take off the dress,” he said, and your breath got caught in a shaky huff as you let it out. “I love you, so, so much. Ever since I left for the Academy—no, even long before it.”

You chortled, only to hide how flustered you really felt. “I feel like an overly saturated chandelier.” You turned, and his smile made your heart melt. “Thank you, Jayce.”

You quickly changed into your pajamas, still white, but at least they were decorated with baby blue knitting motifs. Jayce held part of the rope as you threw the rest down the window, scanning the lateral courtyard to thankfully find it empty from both guests and the workers.

“Come down and wait for me at the entrance, in the tree near the ugly fountain. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

You looked at Jayce. “The one that looks like an egg with a hole in the middle?” He nodded as you squatted on the window sill, feet pressed under the protuberance in the rock. “Are you going to stay behind?”

“I’ll untie the rope so people can’t know how you escaped, okay?”

Your heartbeat rushed through your ears, drowning any logical thought, any fear you could start to feel as gravity pulled you down and the only thing keeping you safe was a thin silk rope.

Jayce was peeking through the window, a reassuring smile on his face all the time. You focused on it, in the feeling of his soft lips against yours and the way he leaned to your touch. In the future ahead, one when you became a Talis, leaving behind your own—or better say, the one your parents choose you to have after the wedding.

The grass felt soft, cold, and humid against your naked feet. You shivered, eyes darting toward each corner as you dashed toward the fountain, kneeling to tuck your body under it in case someone walked in this lonely path to arrive at the back courtyard, where the ceremony would take place.

From your crouched position, you couldn't see his silhouette moving in the window. The shadows became sharper, the air colder as the sun hide.

Your heart was so loud you were afraid people would hear it. You couldn’t bring yourself to think what your parents—and your ex-fiancé—would do to you, or much worse, to Jayce, if you two got caught.

Time extended too long, and dread made me feel dizzy. You were imagining all the ways Jayce was found; someone saw him get out of your room, your mother caught him descending the stairs…

“I'm here…" Jayce's voice startled you, and you hit your head on the edge of the fountain. He knelt and held you in his arms, one of his hands quickly massaging your scalp. "Are you alright, my sunshine? I'm sorry I startled you."

You tried to ignore the way his nickname made your stomach flutter. “Let’s go! The ceremony should start at any minute.”

It had always been hard to keep up with Jayce's long strides. Today was no different, you felt your legs cramped, but you ran as if you were chased after—and you had to admit, it was half-true. As you were crossing the entrance gate, you heard commotion growing from inside the house. They must have noticed you weren't there already.

Jayce squeezed your hand, fingers interlaced as you ran down the wide avenues, around the boulevards, until the streets narrowed, descending in hills. You thought he was guiding you toward the Talis family house, but no. This part of Piltover was new to you.

“Where… where are… we going?” you said between pants. Your feet hurt from running so much.

“To my new apartment. We’ll spend the night there, and tomorrow—” You had stopped, walking much calmer now that you were a couple of kilometers away from where your wedding was supposed to be held. “Tomorrow… If you want, tomorrow we’ll get married.”

You smiled, looking at his insecure pose, with shoulders dropped and hands tucked against his belly. He was gigantic, even if he tried to shrink. You stepped over his boots, on your tiptoes to tangle your arms around his wide shoulders.

“Do you promise?” you whispered, the movement making your lips brush against his. He embraced you by the waist.

“I promise, my little sunshine,” he replied, nodding and dipping his head toward you so he could capture your lips fully, wanting to melt in your touch as much as you wanted to get lost in it.

“I love you, Jayce. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

He quickly shifted his hold, with one hand on the small of your back, and the other embracing your thighs as he carried you, bride style, toward his apartment. Your feet wiggled in the air, your voice wavering with laughter. "What are you doing?!"

"Practicing," Jayce simply stated, walking steadily up the street. He looked at you, brushing your noses together as he paused to accommodate you, with your hands still embracing his shoulders. “Because I feel like I’m going to this quite a lot from this day onwards.”

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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STAY CLOSE, DON’T GO

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Arcane: League of Legends (2021)

Pairing(s): Jayce Talis x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Angst

Notes: Based on the song “Stay Close, Don’t Go” by Secondhand Serenade.

I know I said I’m on hiatus, but I need something to distract me from finals week ‘cause I’m slowly passing away.

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It was late at night when Jayce woke up. His heart was hurting, and he knew exactly why.

It was because he was missing you.

Jayce turned under the covers onto his side and watched as Mel breathed softly as she slept. He refrained from touching his lover just to make sure she was real. Instead, he turned back over and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled up his trousers and tugged a shirt over his head as he made his way to the kitchen.

The sink was almost deafening as he filled a glass of water. Chugging half of it, he took a deep breath and stared out into the dining room.

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? It had been a year since the two of you broke up. It was your decision.

“You are more interested in Hextech than you are in our relationship. So it’s not fair to me or you to keep this up.”

Jayce cringed at your words sounding in his head. You had been right. He had been neglected you. He had been sucked into getting Hextech off the ground than building his relationship with you. It wasn’t fair to stay in a relationship when he wasn’t in it one hundred percent.

He had truly ruined everything you gave him, ruined your love with his selfishness and foolishness. Jayce had tried to preserve your relationship, promising he’d be better, saying he knew he could do better. But he had broken those promises and, in turn, broke your heart.

You had left in the middle of the night, leaving him while he slept with only a note on your side of the bed.

Jayce,

I’m leaving. It’s too much. I need to go for my own sake. I need to take care of myself. I need to get myself in a better place before I think about getting in a relationship again.

I’m sorry.

You hadn’t even signed it. Hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ before leaving.

The worst part? He hadn’t even cried.

Before he knew it, he was standing at the rotary phone in the living room and dialing your number. He held it up to his ear as he listened to it ring on the other end. You probably wouldn’t answer. Maybe you had changed your number. But it was nearing midnight, after all. You were probably in bed and—

“Hello?” His knees went weak at the sound of your voice. Oh, how he missed the sound of your voice. He loved your voice. When you were in a relationship, he had asked you to sing for him. Of course, you never did, but he did catch you humming a few times.

His voice was shaky as he replied.

“Hello.” It went silent on the other end. One minute. Then two. Then—

“I’m hanging up.” He panicked

“No, wait—”

“Give me one good reason why I should stay on the line Jayce.” Your voice was tired and he debated just hanging up. You were probably exhausted wherever you were.

“I missed you.” He said bluntly, cringing as he waited for the click to signify you had hung up.

“Why? We’re over. There’s nothing to miss anymore.”

“I miss the sound of your voice. I miss sleeping beside you. I miss your hugs. I miss you. I love you. I always have and—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” You snapped quickly, your famous temper flaring. He could picture you now, shoulders shaking as you clutched the receiver to your ear.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” You reiterated, and Jayce had to swallow a retort. It was clear you weren’t done talking. “Don’t you dare do that to Mel. You love her. Don’t break her heart as you did mine.” You said firmly, voice shaking, and he realized abruptly you were crying.

And it broke his heart.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I—” A child’s voice came over the phone in the background, just barely on the edge of his hearing. Now his heart sank. Of course, you had moved on. Why wouldn’t you?

“Go to bed, sweetheart. I’ll be in in just a minute.” You said, voice soft and warm as you spoke to whoever was on the other side of the phone. Then, there was the rustling of fabric as you adjusted your clothes, and you went silent again.

“Goodbye, Jayce.” You finally said, and he held back a quiet cry. He couldn’t break down now.

“Goodbye.” He whispered and heard the quiet ‘click’ as you hung up the phone.

“Jayce? Is everything okay?” Came Mel’s voice, and he turned, hanging up the receiver to see her wrapping a robe around her body. He nodded, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s alright.” He said, taking her hand as she led him back toward the bedroom.

“Who was that on the phone?” She asked as they got settled under the covers. She lay her head on his chest, rubbing soothing circles on his stomach. He couldn’t tell her who he was calling at this hour.

So he lied.

“No one. I was just saying goodbye.”

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doritwo · 2 years

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Smut Prompt (8/?)

Requested Prompt: “What has you so excited?”

Pairing: Jayce x afab!Reader

Tags: tw/cw pervy behavior

jayce is an oral king, pussyfucking

“Almost there…Oh-um… it's stuck.”

You were bent over attempting to replace a bolt in one of Jayce’s prototypes. He had specifically asked you to help him since he was ‘too large’ to reach the bolts. While you questioned the accuracy of his reasoning, you shrugged it off and followed him into the lab.

Now you were in a precarious position, bent over into the machine, struggling to loosen the bolt to no avail. You kicked your leg back to maneuver yourself closer to give it another attempt.

Jayce wasn’t proud of his scheme, but he didn't think of stopping you. Your ass was on full display, your body stretched as much as you possibly could, your clothing pulled close to your form, leaving as little to the imagination as Jayce hoped.

All he could think of is how he wanted to tear off your pants and fuck you from behind while your moans echoed within the metal prototype. His cock eagerly twitched in his pants as you groaned with one last stretch.

“Jayce.” Your voice was stern, and it turned him on more than he would like to admit.

“Oh, um… yes?”

“I said it’s stuck.” Your tone remained annoyed and you pressed your hands on each side of the entrance as you pulled away from the machine.

Jayce panicked, he was visibly hard and you were turning to him. His hands were quickly placed awkwardly in front of his groin.

“Jayce?” You looked at him in confusion, first at his face, red and sweating, down to his hands.

“Oh.” You closed the distance between you, close enough to hear his breathing. “What has you so excited?”

“Just… uhm-” He began to stammer, not knowing what exactly to say. You stopped in front of him once more, your eyes locked on his face as he continued to stutter. He took in your expression, your eyes still narrowed in confusion but slightly softened in concern. It made him want to kiss you senseless.

“Well. If I’m causing such excitement…” You trailed off before closing the gap between you.

You pressed your lips against Jayce’s, softly at first, then a bit harder until his hands returned to your hips and your back hit the wall with a gasp quickly swallowed into the kiss. Your arms rested around his neck as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

He gently broke the kiss, pressing soft kisses along your jawline before moving further up to your ear.

“Jayce...” You mumbled breathlessly. Your name left his lips in a whisper. “Please.”

“Please, Jayce. Make me feel good, yeah?”

Jayce’s eyes widened when he heard you speak like that, you sounded so desperate and needy for him. The sound caused a rush through his veins making him almost dizzy.

Before he knew what he was doing he lifted your legs around his hips before lowering you onto the workbench.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, "You don't have to if-."

“It’s okay. I really need you right now, Jayce." You spoke hushed as you unbuttoned your shirt hastily, your bra peeking from in between your shirt, and you pulled your pants and underwear down.

Before you could blink, Jayce’s face was between your legs, he was pulling them apart to nip at your thighs, “I need to taste you,” He growled before delving into your core. His mouth was electrifying, licking you up and down and sucking your clit in between each long stroke of his tongue.

“I need you to cum first, can you do that, baby?” He asked before sinking his tongue into your cunt, causing you to shudder and moan.

“Yes, please make me cum, please, I need you.” You begged and babbled, you were at the mercy of his mouth, and he was a natural at pleasing you like this.

You were almost embarrassed at how fast you came on his mouth, his hair grasped in your hands and your thighs squeezing his head, he was in heaven, and you both knew it.

He pulled away from your cunt moving to your chest to kiss and mark up your tits. He took your breasts out of the lacy cups, taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth.

Pulling away once more, he slowly slid his zipper down his pants, taking himself out and you looked at his length in surprise. He was big, hard, and already leaking.

Jayce patted at his pockets, “Ah shit, I don’t have a condom. Do you…?”

“Fuck. Shit, you can fuck my thighs like this,” you put your ankles on Jayce’s shoulders, making space for his cock between your thighs and he obliged.

You could feel the heat of his cock, twitching as it made contact with your wet cunt. He hissed into a low groan and started fucking your thighs.

You squeezed your thighs as much as you could to create more friction, his cock hitting your sensitive clit with each stroke.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re so wet, you feel amazing- shit, I'm already close and I'm not even inside you,”

“Cum for me Jayce, fuck me harder just like that, I’m close too,”

Both of your moans filled the lab, echoing between the walls. The symphony grew as both of you got close, Jayce coming all the way to your chest and tits as you shuddered, cumming on his spent cock.

You both breathed heavily, and once you recovered you dropped your legs from Jayce’s shoulders and took his chin in your hands to look at you.

“Bring condoms next time you want to use me as eye candy, won't you?”

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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Are requests still open? 😳 If they still are, could I request Jayce x Reader drunk making out? Established relationship please<3 Headcanon or scenario format, whatever you feel more comfortable doing, with some spice if possible ✨ thanks in advance!

【Requests are very open! I’m happy to see that people liked the Jayce, because tbh of all the characters in Arcane, he’s the one I never thought I’d write about.

I hope the request will live up to your expectations <3】

▶Lips tasting like rum [Jayce]

↠Type: [Headcanon/ask/request]

↠TW: alcohol, NSFW (MDNI)

↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce Talis

NDA: I want to keep a very neat style, for this reason I divided the request into two. The first part is SFW, the second one is NSFW but not explicit <3 Enjoy

↠If you have any requests, 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 ↞

[SFW]

You and Jayce don’t particularly like drinking.

nothing personal against alcohol, let’s make it clear.

those few times you can see each other you are so tired that a single glass of alcohol would be enough to let you fall into Morpheus’ arms.

but every now and then you make small exceptions.

the inventor has a problem with attention, so if you sent him to buy alcohol he would return home several hours later with shopping bags full of everything except, in fact, liquors.

The deal is simple: you buy drinks, he prepares dinner.

and everything goes smoothly.

He talks about magic-mathematical formulas and incredible calculations, with eyes shining in a way that makes you fall in love again every time you meet his gaze.

then you tell him about your day, the little hustle and bustle of everyday life, the means of transport, the shopping bag that breaks in the middle of the square and drops the fresh fruit, just bought -now present at the table in the form of fruit salad.

You’ve been together for five months now, and yet you can’t help but feel a dip in your heart when, while you’re almost talking with the fear of boring him, you see him forgetting the bite on the fork so focused on your words.

Your job makes it hard to spend time together, but it’s small moments like these that remind you that it’s worth it.

Alcohol is waiting for you on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

A bottle of rum, a jar of honey and two glasses full of ice welcome you when you move from the kitchen to the living room.

[NSFW]

You two can’t hold you liquors

After two drinks you are already laughing without a reason.

Jayce keeps his arm around your shoulder as he just moves the glass to make the honey mix well with the amber liquid.

He always smiles, trying his best to look elegant and spontaneous, but as soon as he takes a sip, a grimace betrays his confident air.

When you try to stand up to go get more ice, you immediately fall back on the couch, the man’s muscular arms ready enough to pull you to himself without hurting you.

this time you just giggle.

it is in those moments that it really seems to live in the best possible worlds. You are just existing, in a wonderful way.

And you would like time to cease to exist, remaining so for eternity.

You place your hands on his shoulders using them to leverage, and with a not too elegant movement you sit on his lap, your face a few centimeters from his.

"You know what? Ice is overrated." you say those words in such a serious tone that the man is obliged to bite his lower lip to hold back an amused expression.

His hands are large, full of calluses and scars left as a gift from hard work in the forge.

when he lays them on your hips you close your eyes, intent on enjoying every single imperfection of his skin against yours.

"Mr Jayce Talis, answer quickly. Truth or dare?"

Jayce hesitates for a moment looking at you confused, his thumbs gently moving just below the ribs in circular motions.

"dare."

"I dare you to make me forget my name, but not yours."

It’s just a whisper coming out of your lips, but the inventor’s hands readily squeeze around your body.

making love on the couch, with cheeks reddened by alcohol is perhaps one of the things you love most.

The movements are clumsy, the lips taste like rum.

some kisses serve to stifle the moans, others serve to fill the silences where the gasps make it sovereign, others still to make every single movement more intense.

You sink your teeth into his neck and nails into the living flesh of his back when you feel your body react to him and the pleasure increases.

At each thrust you hear him call begging your name in a low voice,

when you leave the lovemarks on his skin he does nothing but tighten his eyes and kiss the hollow of your neck softly.

He is just not the type to leave marks on the body of the beloved, both because he does not want to hurt you, either because he knows that for you is a way to relieve the tension.

If you end up falling asleep on the couch, he’ll be sure to pick you up, still tipsy, going to fill the bathtub.

Maybe it’s late for aftercare, his eyelids are heavy while he helps you wash, but he doesn’t want to give up those little attentions.

In the morning, he’d let you have breakfast in bed.

If he’s already gone to work when you finally wake up, be sure that near the tray there will be at least two post-its.

in one he tells you he cleaned the living room, in the other he loves you more than anything.

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honeydazai · 11 months

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 having a secret enemies to lovers relationship with them 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Jayce Talis, Vi, Ambessa Medarda, Mel Medarda, Ekko

content: f!reader, nsfw content, mild violence mentions

notes: this was commissioned by the most lovely @angelltheninth !! thank you so much again!! 💜

Honestly, JAYCE refuses to admit just how much he finds himself drawn to you. You're everything he's not, working in the shadows for Silco while he's Piltover's golden boy, the Man of the Future, and yet there's some odd tension between the two of you that he can't deny. He aches to label it as natural hate, though that couldn't be further from the truth. The catalyst for your eventual growing fondness of each other is when he's got you pinned down, imposing hammer so close to obliterating you and, God, he can't do it. You're his enemy, certainly, and yet he finds himself absentmindedly brushing some dirt off your cheek, touch gentle despite those huge hands.

After that, things go all too fast. One moment you're kissing, you softly moaning into his mouth, the next you try and sneak into the Academy, trying your hardest not to appear suspicious and, well — if you end up making out on one of the tables he usually does science stuff on, who can blame you? It feels all too nice to wrap your legs around his wide waist, pulling him closer while his dick pushes into you, calloused fingers roaming over your skin as if he's desperate to feel as much of you at the same time as somehow possible. It's all too good, until the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by the rhythmic thumping noise of a cane, makes both of you flinch, and you're forced to hide in an empty storage room, still dripping with need.

“Fuck, talk about horrible timing—, quick, in here, in here. God. Hopefully he'll leave real quick again, I'm stil hard; don't you worry, we'll continue just where we left off in but a moment. We just can't get caught.”

There is no word for what VI feels for you other than 'hate'. How could she not? As an Enforcer, you're her complete opposite, you're used to the riches and comfortable life of Piltover and, well, she would've never thought she could ever grow fond of you, but it turns out you look awfully pretty underneath her, pinned to the ground of Zaun. There's mud caked to the side of your face and a stray trail of blood runs down your forehead and, oh — for some reason, you don't do anything but moan softly when she leans down to meet your lips in a bruising kiss, her thick thigh spreading your own apart.

It's adorable how your cheeks flush when she calls you a teasing nickname; it's downright sweet when you whimper and press your body against her own. Your very reactions make you so very human, so very much like her. You're not that different from her at all, it appears, and that realisation itself makes things complicated. Vi swears she despises you, hates you with all her heart, but when she sneaks away to your usual meeting place, the sixth time this week, rough touches having turned into loving embraces along the way, she can't say she's being entirely truthful.

“Hey, sugar! You made it. Fuck, I'm always so happy to see ya, it's ridiculous. My heart's beatin' all fast. Oh—, hey, you're eager today, hm? Wanna continue that badly where we were interrupted last time? Fine by me. You gotta spread those cute legs of yours then, darl.”

It comes as no surprise that a powerful woman such as AMBESSA has quite a lot of enemies. There's all too many people who wish her death or worse for the countries she's conquered or the people she's slayed — and yet you're the only one who has ever caught her eye. It's all too easy to have you brought to her luxurious chambers, and even when you're glaring at her, eyes narrowed with nothing short of hatred, she doesn't care, really. Her fingers come up to grab your chin, keeping your head in place as her gaze rakes over your face, taking every feature of your face in.

You're not sure whether to be enraged or relieved that, apparently, she's satisfied with what she sees, though it's a lot preferable when, minutes later, she seats you on one thick thigh of hers rather than having you beheaded. Really, you couldn't stifle your mewls and moans even if you tried when she grinds said leg up against your already dripping folds. Over time, you grow fond of her — something you hadn't thought possible —; your relationship stays a secret, but your smile at her praise is honest, your laughter joining her boisterous one is not an act at all. She's surprisingly sweet for such a bold woman and, well; the fact that she leaves you unable to walk for a day or two whenever she's between your legs is a pretty convincing factor to stay with her, too.

“Aren't you just the sweetest little one? C'mon, now, no need to be shy. You've been grinding against my thigh like a bitch in heat before, haven't you? Surely you can do it again. Though, if my leg isn't good enough for you, maybe you're just not as desperate to cum as I thought.”

There's always been tension between you and MEL; how could there not be when you were anything she didn't stand for, being her political enemy and everything? Really, the amount of bickering you two did was close to ridiculous, and yet neither of you seemed to mind it all too much. Even though you don't make a pretty picture up on a stage or behind the council roundtable, you look all too ethereal on her bed, legs spread wide and arching your back while slender fingers alternate between gently rubbing and meanly pinching your throbbing clit.

Really, you'd worry about it being all too obvious how often you search up her quarters, though she's quick to distract you with soft kisses and the occasional cruel graze of teeth against your neck. There's no need to worry about anything, truly; when Mel wants your relationship to stay between the two of us, it will remain a secret at all costs.

“My, my. You're quite adorable today, hm? So very needy for my touch, and yet I remember quite clearly how you've challenged me in front of the rest of the Council. Love, it almost looks like you were aching to be punished by me. Is that not the case? I might go easier on you if you at least admit it.”

EKKO despises you. There's no way around it. Ekko despises you and, if needed, fights you with all his might, and yet his expression, Firelight mask long knocked off his face, softens oh so visibly when he, one day, meets you at random, your injuries awfully bad. He's not sure what he's thinking when he takes you in and cares for your wounds, nursing you back to health; you're his enemy, damn it, and he should act like it, but the only explanation he has for how he's acting is that empathy is an all too human trait he can't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries. He can't just leave you in the Undercity to rot.

By the time you're back to full health, you can't deny that, even though you're supposed to be enemies, you've bonded quite a bit. He's funny and loving, protective of you, even; and even though your relationship has to stay secret at all costs, given how he'd otherwise lose credibility with the Firelights and you'd be called a traitor, you both can't help but sneak away at night to see each other, you embracing him in a loving hug and his lips pressing against yours all too eagerly. With Ekko, it takes a while until it gets to making out and getting even more intimate, but that's quite alright. There's no need to rush it; you're both more than happy to lose track of time while cuddling and kissing.

“Would've never thought that, one day, I'd be kissin' someone like you like this. Hey—, in a positive way. Don't get me wrong on purpose. Y'know I love everything about you. Yeah? Good. It's almost sunrise, though. 'm afraid you'll have to go back soon.”

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somedaylazysomeday · 8 days

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Good Intentions Part Twenty

The Haven gets a new donor, Silco wants a side deal.

Rating: Explicit.

Word Count: 4,900

Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, veiled references to organized crime, arguments, oral sex (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, and blackmail

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You did your best not to squint at the men on the other side of the table. Doing so would only make it look like you were suspicious of them.

You were suspicious of them, of course, but there was no need to be obvious.

“My apologies, gentlemen,” you said slowly. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but with all of the opportunities available to you, I don’t understand why you are so interested in helping to fund the Haven.”

“It’s complicated.” Jayce Talis, the most famous Piltover inventor in recent history, rubbed at the space between his heavy brows.

“I do own and operate a relief organization and facilitate certain healthcare treatments, including minimizing the effects of Shimmer withdrawal,” you pointed out mildly. “Maybe, if you explain it slowly, I can follow along.”

One corner of his mouth curved upward, emphasizing the fullness of his lips. He was famously handsome and infamously unavailable, but that was fine. Your tastes ran in other directions.

His business partner - a man who was known around the Undercity only as Viktor - crossed his arms, slouching back in his seat. You tried not to judge it as a show of poor manners, especially when he straightened his leg with a wince. It was very likely Viktor just needed to adjust positions. Of course, it was equally likely that he didn’t find you very amusing.

“Make your point, Jayce,” Viktor muttered. “We have important business to take care of at the lab.”

“Yes, the lab,” Jayce said, adding a nod in your direction. “As you may already know, HexTech is doing well. We have made several important advancements and are set to debut more over the next few years. We own the patents to everything outright, so all profits come to us. Piltover has given us a few dozen grants and investments have flooded in. We have plenty of money to pursue the further development of HexTech.”

You nodded. It all seemed simple to understand so far.

“There is one particular area where HexTech does not excel: outreach.” Viktor interrupted with an impatient look at his now-pouting business partner. “That is why we reached out to you.”

“Yes, but is there a particular reason you want to support the Haven rather than any other Undercity outreach?” you pressed. Maybe you were a little paranoid, but your recent experiences with Silco had convinced you that being more discerning was probably a smart move.

Jayce sat forward slightly. “The Haven’s track record is impressive. Your expense justification reports have all shown remarkably low operating costs, your residents have started to find work with other Undercity businesses, and there’s plenty of buzz about the dent you’ve made in the Shimmer trade in your neighborhood.”

The blood roared in your ears at that. “That’s an overstatement, of course. Drug use waxes and wanes in neighborhoods over time. It’s just coincidence that Shimmer use decreased when the Haven opened.”

Jayce furrowed his brows, but Viktor looked like you had finally said something interesting. “I assume that is the line one must repeat vehemently if one wants to avoid the attention of the chem barons.”

“Chem barons?” Jayce repeated, now frowning harder. “They’re a local legend, a convenient shadow government that the people can blame their problems on.”

“Of course,” you agreed.

Viktor looked darkly amused. “Nothing more than a legend, certainly.”

“Yeah…” Jayce said slowly, glancing between you and Viktor. “Anyway, we’ve heard about the decreased drug use and we want to support that as much as possible. You and the Haven seem like the best choice to make that happen.”

“How is your security?” Viktor asked abruptly.

“We have a small team of guards for the exterior of the building,” you said honestly. It probably wouldn’t help anything if you told them exactly who was paying for that small team of guards. “There is almost no Enforcer presence in the Lanes, so we can’t count on a patrol happening at a crucial time.”

“I can pull a few strings,” Jayce assured you, totally confident. “I have some connections with the Enforcers. Piltover wants to support new development, especially when it isn’t tied to the drug trade. And they’re not going to find anything better than an anti-Shimmer organization with a proven track record.”

You nodded in acknowledgement of his point, but looked to Viktor. “And you? Do you also think the Haven is a good match for HexTech’s goals?”

Viktor lifted one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “I fail to see what impact your outreach could possibly have on the Undercity. The politics are snarled, the people are desperate, and there is too much money to be made from exploitation.”

That was a harsh assessment, but it was true. Jayce cleared his throat uncomfortably, but Viktor spoke again before the better-mannered of the pair could offer any reassurances. “That being said, I am… reluctantly impressed by what I have heard of your meetings with Silco. There are few willing to argue with him.”

You stiffened slightly at Viktor’s mention of Silco. Up to that point, you had both pointedly avoided using his name, as evidenced by the way Jayce was glancing between the two of you.

“I don’t understand,” Jayce admitted. “Who is Silco?”

“You will find out,” Viktor said, the statement sounding both threatening and utterly inevitable as he stood. “I must return to the lab. Jayce, I agree with whatever choice you make.”

You watched as Viktor leaned heavily on the cane and left the building. It was situated at the edge of Piltover, just across the bridge from the Undercity. Jayce had assured you multiple times that, if they were not working on time-sensitive experiments at HexTech, they would have been more than willing to meet you in the Undercity. He may have even been telling the truth.

Jayce was still half-smiling when he looked back at you. “Who is Silco?”

You got the impression that he would keep pushing until he got an answer, so you chose your words carefully. “He is a… major player in the Undercity. He wants- well, he says he’s working for the good of the people. That’s up for debate.”

“But what does he do?” Jayce pressed.

“He’s an industrialist.” You sat very straight on the edge of your chair - not quite standing, but giving the impression that you were ready to leave. “Speaking of helping the Undercity, I need to get back to the Haven. When you’ve made a decision about your outreach, please let me know.”

“Easy enough,” Jayce said, standing to offer a hand over the table. “HexTech would like to provide funding for the Haven, to be used in whatever way you think is appropriate.”

You were giddy with excitement, and it rushed through your veins like adrenaline. Somehow, you managed to keep a straight face long enough to thank Jayce and accept the check he filled out for the Haven. It was generous, which made your heart soar. You would be able to help so many people!

The good news put a spring in your step and you were still bouncing as you climbed the stairs to Silco’s office. Thankfully, no one was around so early in the day - you had serious doubts about your ability to look cranky and irritated right then, but you would have been obliged to put on a performance if there were onlookers.

“You seem cheerful,” Silco noted as you closed the door behind yourself.

“So far, so good,” you told him, walking over to his desk. “What’s the plan for today?”

He ignored your question. “Productive morning, I take it?”

“Very.”

You peered out through the window. The Last Drop was just barely tall enough for you to catch glimpses of the building projects happening over near the Haven. The mechanic’s shop was well on its way to being completed, the construction crews had broken ground on the second apartment building, and the grocers were taking over an existing building, so they were already in the process of hiring staff.

As you leaned back, you caught sight of a familiar handprint on the glass and your lower belly tightened with the reminder of how it had gotten there.

“And how much will HexTech be allotting you?”

With the casually conversational way Silco asked his question, you didn’t immediately notice that anything was wrong. Your attention was split between the handprint on the window and the ever-increasing needs of your body. At last, awareness filtered through and you froze.

‘I-” You cleared your throat, giving your best innocent expression as you turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”

Silco gave an impatient gesture. “Come, pet, we have already discussed that I know all that happens in Zaun.”

“Nothing happened in Zaun,” you said blandly.

His answering look was dry. “But a potential alliance between the Haven and HexTech undeniably concerns Zaun and her future. Do me the courtesy of assuming I know of your meeting with the two inventors behind HexTech.”

“Fine,” you agreed, largely because he gave no indication of moving on. “I met with the owners of HexTech.”

“Thank you,” Silco said, gaze drifting to the window. “And how much has young Talis decided to give the Haven?”

You paused, uncomfortable with the idea that you needed to place a boundary. You and Silco shouldn’t be close enough to need things like boundaries - the clear divisions between you should have been so obvious as to be implied. “I’m not sharing that information with you.”

“Why not?” he asked. “If I know the size of their donation, I can exceed it.”

“I don’t need any more donations at the moment,” you told him.

Silco’s brows unfurrowed. “Ah, that much? Congratulations. You may rest secure in the knowledge that the sale of your morals has fetched so high a price.”

You recoiled at the slight before you could stop yourself. A drug lord was going to lecture you about morals? That bothered you. Surely that was the cause of your discomfort. Any other reason would imply that Silco was important enough to you that his opinion mattered.

“I didn’t have to sacrifice my morals to accept their donation, unlike others the Haven has received in the past,” you told him icily.

Silco stood abruptly, his chair lurching back with the movement. You held your ground, though it took more effort than you were comfortable with. “My donations served your residents just as well as the ones from HexTech will, and at far more dire a time. Do not act as though I were not there to support you every time you have needed me.”

You gaped at that. “Because we’re in a deal! Every donation served you just as well as it did me - it increased your leverage over me and the Haven. Convenient, since you need me around for an easy source of sex.”

He scoffed, looming over you. “Do you truly believe that there are not others who throw themselves at my feet? I receive more offers of easy sex than you would believe possible.”

“Then why keep me around?” you pressed.

“Because you are the only one who offers the slightest hint of a challenge!” he snapped, breathing heavily. You had stepped into him rather than away, and he was already so close that your chest and his were nearly touching. You glared at each other from inches away before one or both of you closed the gap separating you.

His mouth was hard and unyielding against yours, disinterested in any hint of refusal. Fortunately, refusing his kiss was the last thing on your mind. The energy of securing the HexTech donation was still crackling through you, and sex was a wonderful outlet. The slight tinge of irritation accompanying it only served to increase the appeal.

You met him with lips that were already slightly parted, and your tongues were dueling in a moment. Kissing Silco wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to you, but it was still rare enough that you considered it a novel experience.

Your toes were curling at the slow luxury of his mouth on yours. Silco was rarely in a hurry, even now, when you were apparently taking a break in the middle of a fight. Your interest was only piqued further when he started removing your clothing with rough movements. When he had finished, he pushed you backward as you gasped with shock.

Fortunately, Silco had thought far enough ahead to position you close to his desk. The sensation of your bare ass on the cold surface of the desk was jarring, but you watched Silco eagerly. You were more than willing to brave the temperature difference in order to watch him undress for you.

To your surprise, Silco lowered himself, fully-dressed, into his throne-like chair. You eyed him, frowning as he took your ankles in his hands. They were placed to either side of his chair, leaving them supported by the arm rests at his sides. It went without saying that your knees were forced open by the position, leaving your core exposed to the air… and to Silco’s gaze.

That mismatched stare was fixed between your legs, studying the most private parts of you as you tried not to squirm. When he reached out to touch your cunt, you felt his fingertips like electric shocks… but he only parted your folds and continued his silent observation.

Irritation, embarrassment, and need swirled together in you until the pressure pushed words from your mouth. “Silco. What are you doing?”

“Studying my favorite acquisition,” he replied distantly. Even lost in your own distraction, you could feel the echo of your first time together, in this very situation in this very office, when Silco had said something similar. “And wondering how my pet can be so very unyielding, yet yield so delightfully in other areas.”

You frowned at him - not that Silco was looking at your face. “Whatever answers you’re looking for, you aren’t going to find them down there.”

That made him glance upward, a small smile playing around the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps it would be best if you lay back.”

You complied, though not without rolling your eyes. “If we’re having a repeat of our first session, I hope the sex is more satisfactor- Oh!”

Without any sort of warning, Silco’s mouth had closed around your clit. You half-lifted back off the surface of his desk, staring down at his face between your legs. You could only hope that your expression was less desperate than you felt, but wicked pleasure filled Silco’s gray-green eye, so you didn’t think that was accurate.

And then he set about making you forget all about expressions and irritations. Silco buried himself between your thighs, teasing you with fingers and lips and tongue and teeth. He nibbled, he stroked, he thrust… He used every hint of weakness he had gathered from you over your time together, recalling every sensation that drove you wild and subjecting you to all of them at once.

You arched up off the desk so sharply that the muscles in your back and abdomen protested. Your knees tried to close around Silco - either to keep him close or to force him away from you, you weren’t sure which - but his shoulders kept you spread open and subjected to his torment.

By the time he had pressed three fingers deep inside of you, your body was glistening with sweat. You were panting, your hips trying to both ride him and grind closer to the lips that were wrapped around your clit.

Silco always ate you like he was trying to ruin you for anyone else, but this was more intense than anything you had experienced with him before. You didn’t remember when you had sank your hands into his hair, but it didn’t matter. You were using him only as an anchor; he never moved far enough away for you to need to pull him back.

At last, he removed himself from you, pulling away almost entirely. The only parts of his body that was touching you were his shoulders, still holding you spread open for him.

“Silco?” you asked, an edge of desperation clear in your voice.

“Shh, pet,” he soothed. “I am trying to decide whether you deserve the reward of coming on my tongue.”

You whined, lifting your hips as if you could convince him to come back.

“I am less than thrilled by your association with the Piltover business,” Silco admitted slowly. Torturously slowly. “Yet I suppose you may have earned a treat for coming to meet with me anyway. Is that correct?”

You nodded.

Silco leaned slightly closer. “You would not break our deal over a single donation from another business, would you?”

You shook your head.

Silco came even closer then - still not touching you, but near enough that you could feel every exhale on your damp folds. “Does our deal still stand, pet?”

You nodded, but Silco shook his head. “I need to hear it in that lovely voice. Tell me, darling: does our deal still stand?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, the dryness in your throat making it difficult to speak. “Yes!”

“Ahh…” he mused. “How long will it stand?”

He watched you with a gaze so sharp you understood instinctively that he would only accept a spoken answer. This one was more challenging; he hadn’t told you what he wanted you to say and thinking was difficult when your brain was soaked in hormones and arousal.

“Until- ah!” Silco had darted a long lick up your folds - not touching anything firmly enough to throw you over the edge, but still startling. And distracting. “As long as I’m in the Undercity.”

“Our deal will stand as long as you are in the Undercity,” Silco repeated. You nodded and he looked thoughtful. “I suppose I must offer sufficient incentive for you to stay, then.”

As if the shock of it removed you from the situation, you noted it dispassionately as he parted you a little more, nestled his nose against your clit, and thrust his stiffened tongue up inside of your heat.

And then the moment of observation passed. You were thrown back into your body just in time for it to go through an earth-shattering orgasm. Your body arced up off the desk again, muscles spasming so hard that you had the vague sense of Silco holding your hips against the surface so you didn’t throw yourself onto the floor.

But that was a dim knowledge, far in the background of your thoughts - the vast majority of your brain was caught in a stranglehold of pleasure. How could you be expected to lay still when every bit of you was crackling with such intense energy? You had to move. It was not possible to do anything else.

At last, Silco removed the live current that was his mouth against your core. He had to struggle against the grip you had on his hair. You weren’t really trying to keep him in place, but your muscles had locked down in the aftermath of your orgasm.

“How do you feel?” he asked conversationally, when he had freed himself from your grip, losing a few strands of hair in the process.

“Nnn umm…” Nope, those weren’t words. You tried again. “Needum mint.”

“Take your time,” Silco invited, relaxing back into his chair. He licked his lips, cleaning the shine of you from them with his tongue. Watching the process made your uncomfortably sensitive body tighten, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away. When he had licked everything he could reach, Silco retrieved a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, chin, and cheeks.

If you were capable of higher thought at the moment, you might have been embarrassed by how much of a mess you had made on Silco’s face. Fortunately, the brain fog was still too dense, and you just watched him vacantly.

Rather than rush you into another round, Silco snagged a piece of paper from beside your hip. He lifted it and started to read. From the light that filtered through it from the window behind him, you could see that there were schematics of some kind drawn on the page. They were highly detailed, but something about the writing looked young, like it had been done by someone without fully developed fine motor function.

And then Silco’s fingers wrapped around your ankle and you stopped thinking about anything else. Especially when those fingers began to play idly against your skin, tapping an unfamiliar rhythm on your anklebone.

“How much more reading do you need to do?” you gritted out at last.

Silco glanced up at you instantly, eyebrows raised. “I can stop at any time, pet. I was under the impression that you needed a moment to recover.”

“I have recovered.”

“Why did you not tell me immediately?” Silco asked.

Despite the censurious words, he lazily tucked the schematics into a desk drawer before he stood. In a moment, he had opened the front of his trousers, pushed aside the layers of fabric, and lined himself up with you.

There was something almost sweet about the fact that Silco was so hard. He had brought you pleasure without being touched in return, and yet his erection hadn’t flagged while he sat quietly reading for minutes. For all that he was a selfish, manipulative bastard, Silco was surprisingly impacted by the way he affected you.

Any hints of altruism were shoved aside as Silco plunged inside of you. Rather than hesitating or asking if you were ready, he surged powerfully forward until he was seated as deep inside you as he could be. Your hips shifted to accommodate him and your legs trembled against the arms of his chair as you struggled to surface against the pressure of him stretching your walls.

Silco’s hands were tight on you. One was wrapped around your hips, providing an anchor point as he began to thrust in and out of you. His other hand was firmly on your ass, half-lifting and half-squeezing as he rolled his hips against you.

That rolling motion made your lips part for air as you stared up at the ceiling. Silco was big enough to fill you, but something about that motion put pressure against your walls in a way that felt almost cyclical. It was like he was fucking a little circle inside of you every time he pushed in, which meant that you got intermittent pressure against your g-spot. It was magical.

You tried to lift against him, to counter-thrust and speed things up, but Silco wasn’t having it. His grip was firm enough to hold you utterly still, making sure that all you could do was experience the way he was taking you apart for a second time.

“Silco, please,” you gasped out. “Faster. Harder. Please.”

“No,” he denied simply. Silco’s hand momentarily released your hip to grab your wrist instead. He tugged it downward until your fingers were brushing the throbbing place between your legs. “If you want your pleasure, you’ll have to take it.”

You were tempted to deny him and yourself, if only to prove that he wasn’t in charge of you, but the slight graze of your fingertip over your own clit made you squirm. But if you were going to be responsible for your own orgasm, you were damn well going to make sure that Silco helped.

With some effort, you lifted your legs from where they were still resting on the armrests of Silco’s chair. It took only a moment to wrap them around his waist, and when you tightened them, the pull was strong enough to force Silco forward against you.

When he had bottomed out inside of you, Silco’s grip shifted upward, pressing against the surface of the desk on either side of your hips to support the shift in his center of balance. His eyes widened, startled as you kept him close. You used your newfound freedom to thrust your hips, moving him and out of your core as you strummed at your clit.

The resulting sensations were enough to take you sailing over the edge again. This orgasm was less abrupt than the last one, but almost more satisfying because your inner muscles had something to lock down around.

Dimly, you registered that Silco was trying to withdraw from you, but couldn’t escape the grip of your leg muscles. You only understood his reasoning when his body stiffened, face tightening and growing slack as he reached his own peak.

Silco’s orgasms tended to be subtler than yours, but even his legendary poker face failed him. His expression tightened, then went slack as his body spasmed in a series of explosive surges. He hissed out a curse that sounded like half a prayer, his lips continuing to move long after he had stopped speaking loud enough for you to hear it.

Slowly, you let the tension seep from your leg muscles. When your feet were dangling toward the floor once more, Silco eased himself out of you. The first spill of your combined mess seeped directly onto the surface of Silco’s desk, but he cleaned it up and caught the next with the same cloth he had used to wipe his face earlier.

When Silco was seated in his chair once more, you took the cloth and held it in place as you slid down from the desk. Silco smiled wryly. “I never intend to make such a mess, but you are irresistible. Especially when you’ve wrapped me in those lovely legs. If I must be trapped, I will say that I prefer to be trapped in your embrace.”

“Flatterer,” you accused gently.

“It is a lovely benefit when the truth is flattering,” he replied, giving you a look you didn’t quite understand… until he added, “Now, pet, tell me how much I should write for the amount of my next donation check.”

You turned toward him with an irritated huff. “Are you still talking about this? I don’t need an extra donation from you, especially not when your motivation is simply to outdo someone you consider a threat.”

Silco’s lip curled. “I hardly consider those two boys to be a threat.”

“Then what is your problem with them supporting the Haven?”

“I dislike the idea of Piltover gaining a foothold here in Zaun,” Silco explained after a moment of thought. “Even if their influence is only over a small outreach. It could hinder the growth of Zaun’s independence.”

You bit back the irritation that rose at the Haven being referred to as a small outreach. It was a small outreach, of course, but it was so important in your life. It hurt to be reminded that your work was considered minor to other people.

“Fine,” you said instead of telling him any of that. “What are our options? I’m not telling you how much they donated.”

“Very well,” Silco said tightly. By all appearances, he was displeased with your insistence, but something about the look in his mismatched gaze gave you the distinct impression that he was getting something he had been angling for all day. “If you will not allow me to match HexTech’s donation amount, I would be willing to overlook their involvement in the Haven…”

“And what will it cost me?”

“I want to be part of the Undercity Innovation Committee.”

It took a beat for you to remember what that was. “Jazper’s group? No. Absolutely not.”

Silco watched you in silence. His brow creased and it was like watching a far-away storm building into something catastrophic.

“I have no control over that,” you expanded. “I can’t risk everything I’ve built - I can’t risk the Haven - to argue for you being part of the meetings.”

“And I would never ask you to,” Silco assured you smoothly. “I have other resources at play. All I need from you is not to argue against me being on the committee.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “So you don’t need me to fight for you? Just don’t tell them not to let you join?”

“Yes.”

It seemed simple. Almost too simple. And yet… it had been a long day. You could use some simplicity. “Fine, I agree to those terms. If someone else brings up the possibility of letting you join the committee, I won’t argue against it.”

“Perfect.” Silco took the end of your conversation as an opportunity to refasten his clothing, so you started to get dressed as well.

By the time you had finished, Silco was holding out a slip of paper toward you. You looked from it to his face, unwilling to accept an unknown item from him. He continued to offer it anyway.

“If I understand, your objections were not to me making a donation, but to me trying to make a larger donation than HexTech,” Silco explained. “I do not know how much they donated, but here is my offer.”

“Silco…” you lamented, arms still folded across your chest.

He lifted a brow. “If you prefer, I could resume trying to discover the HexTech donation amount…”

You sighed loudly so there could be no mistaking your irritation as you snatched the check from his hand. You didn’t look at the amount, but the way Silco grinned as you shoved it into your pocket didn’t seem promising.

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sylvie-fics · 2 years

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Anon, I will *always* make Jayce Talis stupid

#arcane x reader #jayce talis x reader #jayce talis x you #jayce talis #jayce talis imagine

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thedreamlessnights · 2 years

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Every night with us is like a dream

Jayce Talis x GN!Reader || NSFW ||

Summary: This movie is boring, and, well - Jayce is sitting there, practically begging to be teased.

Warnings: General NSFW content, teasing, Jayce whimpering, brief dirty talk, a handjob.

Word Count: 1.8k

If someone were to ask you about Jayce Talis and what he’s like, there’d almost be too much to say.

Passionate, for one. It’s the thing you remember most about meeting him. Dark, soft hair. Bright eyes that shone as he spoke. The fierce, utterly fervent speeches he gave - almost as if he’d rehearsed them in his mind for the right opportunity, desperate to gain the utmost effect. And yet, somehow, they were always so genuine.

Jayce Talis. A man of passion.

He’s intelligent, too - but in a way that you’d find difficult to describe. The thing is, Jayce isn’t ever pretentious or arrogant. He doesn’t challenge people to duels of wit or flaunt his successes in the faces of those around him, unlike so many others you’ve seen.

If anything, he seems to avert the compliments. Eyes darting away, a soft flush settling on his cheeks, a muttered ah, thank you - that’s how Jayce takes the praise he receives. It’s endearing. Almost frustratingly so.

Still, as much as he’s gracious, you still see the intellect he carries. It shimmers behind his eyes, sparking up in the right moments. It sits in the books on his nightstand - books that make your head swim within five minutes of reading. It lies hidden in his words, unexpectedly clever, irrevocably witty, when he wants to be.

Then he’s gentle. Kind. Eager. Determined. Resourceful.

But, really, if someone were to actually ask you what Jayce is like, there is only one word you could use for him:

Distracting.

Jayce Talis is the most distracting man you’ve ever met, and he doesn’t even seem to know it.

It doesn’t even matter whether or not he’s physically near you, because thoughts of him seem to haunt you no matter the place. His smile, gap-toothed and crooked. His hands, warm and callused, wrapping around yours. The woodsy fresh scent of him, staining your mind. Staining his clothes. The soft hoodie he lends you on a cold night. His t-shirts.

Thoughts of Jayce seem to buzz through your mind like a swarm of bees, restless and desperate. You find your eyes glued to him at all times, antsy to touch him. The feeling that only settles when he kisses you, wraps you up in his arms, or smiles at you. And, long after you’ve become his partner, that buzzing remains.

Like now.

You should be watching this movie. Jayce had wanted to, after all, and it would be incredibly cruel to pull his attention away from it, attentive gaze fixed on the screen. Still, all you can think about is how lovely he’d sound, whimpering for you. All you can think about is how much you want to get on your knees and take him in your mouth.

He looks amazing - a warm blue sweater, grey sweatpants, tousled hair, still damp from a recent shower. It’s reminding you of the time you’d woken up early, eyes bleary at six in the morning, and Jayce had been standing shirtless in the kitchen after his morning run.

The way he’d shimmering in a sheen of sweat, still panting from the exercise, eyes bright… it had awoken things in you. You’re not sure you’ve had a real night of peace since that sight, and it’s continuing to haunt you now.

You hadn’t even gotten to touch him then, because he’d had work afterward. He’d only given you a peck on the lips before jumping in the shower, coming out clean, smelling so nice that you’d wanted him to wrap you up in his arms and never let go.

After he’d gone, you’d spent a good portion of the day in bed, trying to get yourself off. It hadn’t worked very well at all. Maybe that’s why you’re like this now. It’s been months, but you’re still not fully recovered from it.

Maybe that’s why you only make it halfway through the movie before your resolve breaks. It’s Jayce that does it, though - his foot tapping on the ground the way it always does when he’s impatient.

There are two types of Jayce foot taps. One is his normal, distracted one - the kind that means he’s invested, thinking, and is doing it subconsciously. That one is much less frantic than the other, much more rhythmic.

The other Jayce foot tap is the bored Jayce foot tap. It’s the one that comes out at formal parties, the one that taps nonstop when he’s studying something he doesn’t care about. It’s restless, chaotic, and very distracting - although he doesn’t mean it to be.

You’re willing to bet anything that this is the bored foot tap.

Meaning, he’s not liking the movie very much, and honestly, you can’t blame him. This is the most boring thing you’ve ever seen and you have a form of entertainment just inches away from you, pretending to like this stupid film just because he thinks you want to keep watching.You could bask in the warmth that sentiment gives you, but you decide you want to touch him instead.

Jayce doesn’t seem to register your hand on his thigh at first - or at least, not in the way you want him to. His hand absentmindedly comes to rest on yours, thumb stroking over your knuckles, calluses tickling your skin. His eyes are still fixed on the screen, though, so you scoot a little closer.

This time you massage his thigh - wiry, so tense that he shudders - which of course does the trick. His head snaps to look over at you, eyes wide, cheeks already going red.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“Want me to stop?” you ask a little too innocently.

“N-no,” he stammers. “Don’t.”

Still, he doesn’t relax. He swallows hard and leans back, but his shoulders are kept tense, pulled together. His hands settle at his side, twitching, like he wants to touch you.

“You’re so tense,” you hum, slowly working your way up the thigh, rubbing motions into knotted tissue until he groans. When it finally starts to loosen and he settles deeper into the cushions, you give a hum of approval and move onto the other leg.

This one is equally as tense, if not more, and Jayce’s gaze follows your every move as he progressively flushes more. You can swear he’s getting hard, too, which isn’t exactly helping you pay attention to what you’re doing.

He must have already been desperate for you, then. You can’t help but wonder how long he’s been wanting you, fantasizing instead of watching the movie. What’s he been thinking about? Your hands? Your mouth?

You can’t wait to find out.

Once his thigh has been properly massaged, you straddle him, pressing kisses down his neck. His hands immediately go to your waist, holding you there like he’s worried you’ll leave. You can’t blame him, after the teasing you’ve done in the past, but you have no intention of going anywhere right now. Especially with the way he whines ever so softly when you palm him, burying his face in your neck.

“Was hoping you’d do that,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. “F-fuck. Wanted you. Couldn’t even… watch the movie.”

“Oh, really?” you question, quirking a brow. “Should’ve said something. I’d have had you cumming in my mouth twice by now.”

He whimpers, taking in a shuddering breath as he spreads his knees apart, thus opening your legs with him.

“Please,” he says.

Well, alright, maybe you’ll toy with him a little. Seeing him desperate just has something about it that makes you want it more and more.

“Please what, Jayce?” you ask, trailing your fingers down his bicep, squeezing his upper thigh with your other hand - inches away from where he wants it.

“Touch me,” he begs. “Please.”

“I am touching you,” you point out. He’s starting to sweat now, his erection fully hardened, and he bites his lip as he looks at you.

“You know what I mean.” His eyes are pleading, weakening you, but you want to have just a little more fun with him.

“Then ask. Tell me what you want.”

Jayce huffs, squirming under you. “I want you to stop teasing me,” he grumbles. “Please. J-jerk me off.”

And, with a sly smile, you take him out of his pants.

As always, Jayce is big in your hand. Hard. Leaking at the tip, shivering as you run your fingers over the head of his cock then trail further down.

You’d had it in your mind to stroke him off slowly, have him panting into your mouth in pleasure, but when you brush over his balls and he lets out a moan, your thoughts immediately shift.

Because, holy fuck, Jayce is sensitive everywhere, but his balls are a whole other level. Even as you just barely ghost your fingers along the soft, warm skin, Jayce trembles, whimpers, softly moans, and lets out an array of curses. Then he buries his face in your neck as you continue, breath hot on your skin, pleasure barely muffled.

But you want to see him. You want to watch as he gets closer, desperate and whining for you. So, with your other hand, you cradle his jaw in your palm, gently nudging his face back so that you can look at him.

What a sight he is like this, legs spread on your couch, clothes still on, head tilted back for you.

Placing a soft kiss to his lips, you tilt your forehead against his, fingers still lightly kneading against his balls. In seconds, he’s moaning against your lips.

“F-fuck, I’m close,” Jayce pants, hands tightening around your hips. “Please-”

It’s not surprising to you that Jayce is already on the edge, but it does make you a little smug. It means he’s been desperate for you to touch him like this all day.

With a light, content hum, you nip at his bottom lip, giving a soft lick of apology. Then, letting go of his face, you reach down to his cock and give a single dry stroke up his length.

Jayce bucks his hips upward, face scrunched up in pleasure, but lets out a soft, wounded noise - one that makes you take pity enough to gather the precum on his tip and spread it out on your fingers as a makeshift lube.

Immediately, he’s back to whimpering.

“How close are you now?” you ask. “Gonna come?”

“Yes.” His voice is strained, almost whining. Underneath you, his thighs are tensing.

“Then come.”

And he does. Pearly white ropes coat your hand and his sweater as he shudders and moans and shuts his eyes, letting out one final long, breathy whimper as you continue to stroke him through it, balls and all.

Then he sits under you, panting, as you observe the mess he’s just made.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, brows pinched together at your expression.

“I’m thinking,” you say, voice a soft purr, “that I want to make you come some more. Can you give me more?”

And Jayce, of course, gives you a vigorous nod.

“Well then,” you croon. “What are we waiting for?”

#jayce x you #jayce talis x reader #jayce talis #jayce talis x you #jayce arcane x you #jayce arcane #arcane jayce #mywriting

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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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snoocupz · 1 year

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Woohoo, I have made it back to Tumblr after - Good god, something that feel like millions of years of a break! Time for some old art reshare!

#arcane #jayce talis #viktor #viktor arcane #jayvik #league of legends #viktor x jayce #jayce x viktor #artists on tumblr #comics #they are nerds you honour #fnaf

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doritwo · 2 years

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Smut Prompt (9/?) + companion art

Happy birthday @mischievous-piltovan!!! 🎉🎂

Requested Prompt: “If you want to come you better beg.”

Pairing: Jayce x afab + fem reader

Tags: mistress/femdom, puppy-play, collar and leash, p in v

Reading time: 5 min

“Mhhm… shit that’s-” You quickly hushed him, your fingers buried deep in his ass, preparing him for the buttplug with a long, soft tuft of hair.

He moaned again as you pulled the leash taught and the collar pulled at his neck.

“Shh, did I command you to speak, puppy?” You pulled harder on the leash and stopped thrusting your fingers.

“No, mistress, I-” His response was cut off by you continuing your thrusts into his hole, resulting in more lewd whimpers from Jayce.

You could feel his hips rut to meet your fingers, desperately trying to feel them deeper.

You had half a mind to punish him for his over-eagerness but you found it too endearing, you allowed him to show how much he wanted you.

You decided he was loose enough for the plug, you pulled your fingers out with a whine from Jayce before lubing up the plug and pressing it against him.

He twitched with anticipation, watching your hands waiting for the plug to stretch him out but you stalled.

“Beg.” You commanded, eyes locked and awaiting his pathetic whimpers and begging you so adored.

“P-please, y/n I-” He yelped when you slapped his ass for speaking your name, too informal, he knew better.

“Try again.”

“Yes, mistress please, I just want to feel it inside, please please please,” He continued to babble, made a whimpering mess just from your fingers inside him. Cute.

You slowly pushed the plug into him, Jayce hissed at the feeling of being filled again, continuing his babbling with thank yous and lovely moans.

You backed up into the pillows and spread your legs, clicking your tongue to beckon Jayce to you, “Ass up, I want to see your tail while you eat me out.”

He didn’t wait even a moment before his head was in between your legs, his back arched and ass up as you commanded, the perfect view of his pretty ass and the black fur of his tail laying against the small of his back.

His favorite thing in bed was to eat you out. Always so eager to please you, taste you, devour you. It was his slice of heaven on earth, and he made it yours too.

His tongue worked you open, in and out, and you encouraged him with sharp tugs at his leash, pulling his mouth into your cunt, making a mess of his mouth and chin.

He always made sure to make you cum before he fucked you, even when you weren’t in control. But now, he was yours to do whatever you pleased with, and he knew it. His hazel eyes were dark with lust and nearly glowed with his submission.

He savored the taste of your release as you pulled him away by his hair from your dripping cunt.

“Good boy, that’s it.” You praised, petting his hair. His cheeks flushed red, eyes full of adoration and appreciation. “Now tell me how much you need your cock inside of me.”

You spoke lowly, stroking Jayce’s thick erection, rubbing his tip against the sensitive bud of your clit.

“Yes, Please, please please, let me fuck you, I need to feel you.” He begged desperately to please you, to satisfy your every desire. Anything you wanted, he would give you, the world upon his shoulders if you so craved it.

“Can I?” The tip of him twitched against your entrance, awaiting your command patiently.

Your breathing hitched, the sight of his broad chest, his strong arms, the way his muscles moved under his skin, oh gods, you wanted him so bad.

"Fuck me, Jayce,"

You felt him pushing gently until your walls parted for him, he took his time, moving slowly as he pushed his entire length deep inside of you.

One hand reached for his hair in a tight grip, the other pulling on his leash with each thrust, urging him to fuck you harder.

Jayce moved faster and faster, pumping into you with every thrust, each one hitting all the right places as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your climax.

You arched and cried out as he fucked you into your second orgasm, your cunt pulling him into you and your release coated his cock as he continued fucking you.

Jayce grunted at the wave of pleasure of you clamping down on him, the wetness of your release, his thrusts growing erratic and losing his rhythm, “I- Mistress I’m so close,"

"Keep wagging that tail, puppy. If you want to come, you better beg."

full on twitter

#jayce x reader #jayce talis x you #jayce talis x reader #arcane x reader #league x reader #my art #smut drabble challenge

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fanandfiction · 1 year

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For Lunch

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

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.”

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.”

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.”

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.”

Next part- For Dinner - Set to include: Sevika, Renata Glasc, Finn, Jinx, Ambessa Medarda

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mistiell · 2 years

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Arcane Masterlist

Angst - 🖤

Fluff - 💜

Smut - ❤️‍🔥

Viktor

Headcanons

💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on

💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You

💜Random Viktor x Reader Relationship Headcanons

💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have

💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O

💜How your Arcane S/O (Lovingly) Annoys you

💜❤️‍🔥More Viktor Headcanons

💜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

💜Drunk Viktor Headcanons

💜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

💜Viktor x Reader who Loves his Accent and Hands

💜Viktor and Jayce x TransMasc! Reader

💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You

💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you

💜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

💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on

💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You

💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have

💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O

💜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

💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You

💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you

💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship

💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse

💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch

💜Sleepy Jayce Headcanons

💜Prince! Jayce x Royal! Reader (kinda angsty if you squint)

💜Jayce with an Affectionate S/O

Fics

💜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

💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on

💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You

💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have

💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O

💜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

💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You

💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you

💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship

💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse

💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch

Shitposts/Textposts

Ew, Affection

💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on

💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You

💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have

💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O

💜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

💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You

💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you

💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship

💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse

💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch

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

💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on

💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You

💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have

💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O

💜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

💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You

💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you

💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship

💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse

💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch

Fics

💜Jinx x GN! Reader

Summary: Jinx asks you to braid her hair because you’re the only of that does it right.

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

Mel

💜Mel x Artist! Reader (sort of angsty if you squint)

💜Dates Arcane Characters would like to Go on

💜Nicknames Arcane Characters would Call You

💜Quirks Arcane Characters Have

💜How to (Lovingly) Annoy your Arcane S/O

💜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

💜How Arcane Characters would Dance with You

💜Arcane Characters React to Someone Insulting you

💜Who would be the Prankster in the Relationship

💜Arcane Characters in a Zombie Apocolypse

💜What Genre of Films would Arcane Characters watch

Shitposts/Textposts

Arcane Memes

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