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happy semi-canon day i always win
only you ✨
It's just a bro thing Sky...
take me back to s1…
(as soon as i figure out how to get the gif to fit tumblr’s data limit, the wedding is BACK ON. until then, here’s the low quality video)
(and the still!)
How do I get one of those ponies 🤔
anyway so the blanket jayce wraps around viktor (the one he was using to sleep in the lab) is kept all the way until he ascends in that fucking pony. same way jayce was the red on his tie in s1 jayce is the red in viktor's cape forever
jayvik designs so iconic they only lasted one episode
Shimmer-Filled Dreams
➼ Sorry that this took forever! I got busy and lost motivation, I can’t promise a consistent posting schedule. Truly I’ll write then when I feel I inspired to. When I was trying to force myself to write it all came out terribly
➼ This is more a pilot chapter for the series, establishing some background context that will be important later on
➼ Tbh I might change the title since I’m bad at naming things. But with all that said, enjoy!
His dream of going to the Academy to be something more dashed in a mere few moments. He had been 19, his parents scraping up enough money to buy a used Academy uniform. Viktor had never been happier, had never hugged his parents tighter. His dreams were going to be realized! That entire morning was spent obssessing over getting all the wrinkles out of the clothing, making sure his hair was presentable, and fixing up his sorry excuse for a cane. He was going to sneak into the Academy, and by the time they even realized he was going to be doing so well there that they wouldn't be able to kick him out. It was genuis and it was going to work. It had to.
He made it to Piltover, strolled in through the Academy doors...only to have everyone look at him. An enforcer just a few feet in front of him, their cold, uncaring eyes trained on him. "Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” their voice rang out. His heart dropped to his shoes. How could they have known? So soon? He looked the part. There were so many people here, how was he picked apart from the crowd? It didn’t make any sense. From behind the enforcer he could see someone. Professor Heimerdinger. Yes! Okay, all wasn’t lost. The professor would see this and step in, surely he would. Silently he pleaded with him, his voice caught in his throat. The professor looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Now all he has to do was speak up. So close! Instead his gaze was then cast to the floor, walking off to wherever his original destination was. He didn’t help. He didn’t say anything. Viktor was snapped out of it by the enforcer grabbing his arm, starting to tug him outside. There was no use fighting it. He walked along with the enforcer, being pulled a bit to try and keep up despite doing his best with his cane and his leg. He was only let go once they were over the bridge that separated Piltover and the Undercity, not given a second glance as they walked back to their original post.
Viktor wasn’t one to cry, he simply stood there, unable to believe what had just happened. How could he go back home? His parents sacrificed so much for him to get this opportunity. Without even getting to open his mouth in the Academy he had failed them. No, he couldn’t go back home. The disappointment on their faces alone would be enough to slaughter him where he stood. He was on his own now, he’d figure it out. He always did. With some difficulty he made himself start walking. Where? He wasn’t sure. But moving forward seemed a lot better than standing right beside the bridge like an idiot. His eyes were cast down at the ground before him as he moved, until he spied a familiar pair of shoes. Looking up he saw Singed, how long he had been standing there he didn’t know. They hadn’t spoke much since he was younger, since he found out what he was doing to Rio. He ran and never looked back. But he’d spy Singed here and there whenever he was walking around, picking up materials and whatnot. Sometimes they’d have a short conversation, but he never came back to help him with his work. He couldn’t. All he could see was Rio’s face whenever he passed the general area of his lab. Or house really. A combination of the two.
“An Academy uniform,” he observed “did you get in like you had always wanted?” When they had been working together, even from a young age, Viktor would always talk about wanting to go to the Academy. Seems he never lost that dream. Or perhaps he just had. “I..I tried. They found out I wasn’t supposed to be there as soon as I walked in and they escorted me out of Piltover.” His face was hard to read, as usual. But he gave a slow, solemn nod. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that. I remember how much you wanted to go. And after everything your parents told anyone who would listen.” That caught his attention. His eyes widening slightly, a slight mix of horror and disbelief written on his face. “What have they been saying?” Singed knew he had his attention now. Perfect. “How they were so proud of you for seizing your dreams. That they couldn’t wait to see what success you’ll grow into. That they always knew you would amount to something greater than they could ever imagine. But you getting kicked out? Oh..it would break their hearts. It really seems like they’re depending on you, Viktor.”
If his heart was in his shoes before, it was in hell now. This confirmed it. He couldn’t go back. Sure he had always known his parents expected good things from him, but the gravity of it all was finally hitting him now that it was all crashing down around him in a fiery blaze. “I can’t go back home.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking to Singed or to himself. Maybe he wasn’t talking to anyone. But Singed was listening. “Do you have a place to stay?” He asked, already knowing the answer before Viktor slowly shook his head. He gestured towards the Undercity. “Come with me. I have someone I’d like you to meet. He may be able to help with your situation. Give you a place to stay and a purpose. That’s what he did for me.” A bit of an exaggeration there, but if it works it works. Viktor slowly followed after him to the old cannery, wondering who this man could be. Singed worked for him? He didn’t think that he’d work for anyone other than himself. He didn’t seem the type to like taking orders. Then again, people did what they had to do to survive. Anything to keep food on the table. He was lead down a long hallway to an elevator, stepping on before it began its decent. Down, down, down. It was dark for a while. Then suddenly there were windows..into the water. Various fish passed by in blurs, he wasn’t sure how deep down they were at this point.
When the elevator finally stopped and Viktor stepped out, he saw a lab. Pretty fitting for Singed. His eyes were immediately drawn to a purple liquid filling multiple test tubes. Shimmer. Rio. He wasn’t surprised that this was what he was hired to do. Or perhaps he was ‘working’ for this mystery man against his will. That was a common occurrence here. Other than the lab equipment, the place seemed barren. “You know if you wanted to kill me, there were closer locations for that.” He said flatly. This had to be some sort of set up, an unnecessary one if that truly was his goal. He wasn’t exactly a hard target to kill. Either way Viktor’s free hand rested on his hip, on the handle of the knife he had hidden in his waistband. Yes, he had been going to Piltover, somewhere with a low crime rate. But old habits die hard.
“You’re more useful to me alive.” A voice rang out from ahead. As if that was any reassurance. His eyes looked towards the source of the voice, a chair he hadn’t taken note of before spinning around. Revealing the man he must have been meeting. Two mismatched eyes met his own, one blue and the other black and yellow. Scarring covering the clearly damaged eye, but it didn’t seem..real. His skin was too even for that to be real. He was hiding behind makeup to cover up whatever scar caused the damage to his eye. “And who are you? A James Bond villain?” His hand tightened around the handle. If he was going down, it wouldn’t be without a fight. “Your new boss, Viktor.” He leaned forward in his chair slightly. “I’ve had the doctor here tell me a great deal about his former pupil. How he saw potential in him. And now I’m here to offer him a job and a place to stay.” Talk about too good to be true. Viktor eyed the man and Singed, who simply nodded. “I could use another mind to help me with perfecting shimmer. You’ve already seen how it’s made. You’ve helped me before, Viktor. Think about what we could do with something as potent as shimmer.”
It wasn’t a good option. Fuck, it was hardly an option. This seemed more like cornering a scared animal in an alleyway. “What’s your name?” He finally asked, hand falling from his blade and back down to his side. What other choice did he have? It was this or the streets. “Silco. Now, you have work to do.”
About five years had passed. The shimmer was finally ready, the side effects stabilizing. Viktor had a small room in the underground laboratory that he seldom rested in, too focused on his work in making shimmer usable. There was potential there, if used right shimmer could save. That was what he was focusing on, the healing elements. This could improve lives, truly. But he knew it could also take them. That was clear enough with the trails Singed put whatever animal he grabbed off the street through. Mainly rats. They just shouldn’t have gone for the cheese in that obvious cage. He didn’t take part of this trials, administering or watching. Viktor’s roll was to simply read the observations and adjust the formula for the next batch of shimmer based on that. Maybe the shimmer would have been done sooner if he oversaw the trials, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. With each animal he put in that glass cage he could only see Rio. It made him feel small all over again, a feeling he hated.
Almost as much as he hated feeling the ground underneath him shake and see blue smoke blow up in the sky. He had run out to the lanes to pick up a few odds and ends he needed for his work. Seems he made the right choice. The cannery was going up in flames. Panic surged in his chest, with each blink his world altering. One moment it was the cannery. The next, a small house that had been turned to ash. Blink. Blink. Blink. He clutched his cane tighter and hurried towards the fiery mess. All his notes. His work. Gone up in flames. Save for the journal he was carrying in his worn-to-hell messenger bag. As he was doing his best to race towards the burning building he saw figures walking towards him calmly. Or, well, mostly calm. Save for a little girl with blue hair in Silco’s arms, clutching onto him like a lifeline. A goon whose name he couldn’t be bothered to remember holding an unconscious Sevika.
“What the hell happened!?” He nearly shouted, utterly confused and honestly angry that any of this was even happening. Silco didn’t bother with an explanation, walking past him and in the direction of the Lanes. “I’ve seen your tinkering. Sevika will need a prosthetic arm. You will work on that while Singed starts up shimmer production.” He was left little choice but to follow after Silco, the little girl watching him with caution and fear in her eyes. “My lab was just blown up-!”
“My lab, remember?” Silco cut in with a glare out of his good eye. “We will rebuild. I already have the perfect place in mind. And while I work on our new nation of Zaun, you are to help watch over Powder.” That made the girl, Powder, seem to ease up a little. Silco trusted him. He had to be at least alright. Even if Viktor looked like he was just ordered to cut off his own foot and eat it. “I am a scientist, I am not a babysitter. Do I look like the sort of person who knows how to handle children?” Powder shrunk back in Silco’s arms. Seems she was wrong. “Well you’re going to learn, aren’t you? She has a brilliant mind, you two will get along just fine.”
This what, eleven year old? Who was currently shaking like a leaf? He didn’t believe it. Powder pointed towards the burning building, “it..it was an accident..”
She made that happen? Sure explosions weren’t that hard to make. But one of that magnitude? And on accident? She had to have some sort of head on her shoulders to accomplish that. Perhaps babysitting wouldn’t be as tedious as he first thought. “Uhm..well..do you like boats?” He asked, trying to find some sort of topic for a kid. Powder seemed to smile a little. “I prefer sharks. Those best boats.”
“Well we’ll just have to see, won’t we? When I get the materials, you build a shark, I’ll build a boat, and we’ll battle them.” That broke her out into a full blown smile despite the tear marks on her cheeks. “You’re on!”
➼ This is more just a little clarifying note since I am paranoid. I’m not shipping Jinx and Viktor in this series. They will be written as basically adoptive siblings. The main romance pairing here is JayVik with possibly some other minor ships in the background. I don’t think anything I wrote would give off the vibe that I was trying to ship Jinx and Viktor, but just in case. I hope you guys liked this! I hope to write more soon <3
Okay so I’m writing the first chapter of the JayVik AU, I should warn y’all it’s gonna be LONG chapters and SEVERAL chapters. Might need to start writing on AO3 too. The only part I’m stuck on is the name and this one conversation I’m having between characters.
I also finally finished arcane. I watched part 3. I am NOT OKAY OH MY FUCKING GOD
ARCANE WRITERS WHEN I CATCH YOU
WHEN I CATCH YOU ARCANE WRITERS
ALRIGHT PARTY PEOPLE I NEED OPINIONS
Sooo I have an idea for a JayVik AU. Where Viktor never left the Undercity and he works for Silco, to try and sum it up without spoilers.
WOULD WE WANT TO READ IT??
(I will be doing this either way btw I just want to see if a lot of people want it so I can kick myself in the ass for not writing it faster)
So yes the Valentine's headcanons were late, BUT I got it posted in February so it's still relevant (I hope)
Arcane Headcanons: how they spend Valentine's Day with reader
➼ Here are some (very late, my bad) Valentine's Day headcanons for some Arcane characters! If there is a character that I didn't write for and you want them added on, just shoot me an ask and I'll work on it^^
➼ Characters included are: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, and Caitlyn
➼ Reader is gn except for Vi and Cait, then reader is fem (it's just the rules)
➼ No beta we die like Mylo
➼ Warnings: None! Just as a reminder none of the GIFs are mine, credits to the owners!
Honestly forgot about Valentine's Day with all of his work, spends all day in the lab and largely ignoring you. You'd be lucky to get a glance from him as he worked
Or so you think
After however many hours of work he calls you over to him, spinning around in his chair, proudly showing off what was in his hands. It's a small music box that when wound up played you guy's song. Inside are little memories of all your dates. Pictures, trinkets, anything he could fit in there
"Do you like it? I'm sorry it took that long, the gears weren't meshing together how I needed them to. Happy Valentine's Day, my love"\
He's a total romantic, convince me otherwise
Wakes you up with breakfast in bed (he got it from the breakfast restaurant down the street), gives you a handpicked bouquet (it's mostly weeds, but it's still pretty), and has a dinner booked for the two of you at the nicest restaurant in Piltover
You two finish out the night watching movies and cuddling on the couch, his arms always around you and a blanket covering you both
"Happy Valentine's Day, sunshine. You ready to head out? The reservation is at...god you're gorgeous"
It's a stay in kinda Valentine's Day with Mel. You both have a rare morning of sleeping as long as you want for the day, having to convince yourselves to even get up and get dressed
Once you two are finally up, Mel insists on painting you for the remainder of the afternoon. She poses you on the couch, looking as comfortable as ever, and takes her time painting every detail she can see. She adds herself right next to you of course, and you find a nice spot to hang it once she's done
The night ends with a good homecooked dinner and wine
"Keep still, darling. I'm nearly done here. Your perfection takes time to capture"
She's trying, okay? This is her first Valentine's Day she isn't alone and romance isn't exactly rampant in the Undercity. That doesn't stop her from giving it her all though
She takes you around to all the best spots in the Undercity. Breathtaking views, great street food, anywhere she thinks that you'll like. Vi tries to avoid the more sketchy areas with you to try and keep you out of trouble
The day ends with you two falling asleep in each other's arms while listening to your favorite songs
"Hope you liked today bun, I promise I'll try to do something a bit more grand next year"
Caitlyn has been PLANNING
Though she is still extremely nervous and a bit awkward at first. She just wants to make sure everything goes smoothly. The day is planned to a T. A slow morning, having tea together, going out to rollerskate. Then heading home
To pack for a picnic under the stars! You two spend nearly all night stargazing, grazing on whatever you packed, and cuddling on the blanket
"Out of all the stars out tonight, I have to say I like the one I'm holding the best"
To clear it up, platonic character x character would be something like writing about Vi and Jinx, clearly with no romance involved, or a found family fic, something along those lines! If you have any specific ships or requests just sent an ask!
SUB JAYCE‼️‼️
Thinking About You... A Lot
Notes: about time we get jayce solo session 😍😍
Pairing: Jayce x implied f!reader
Summary: Jayce needs you. Badly. So, during his own time, he'd do unimaginable things behind closed doors.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - drabble, submissive jayce, attempted dirty talk, cussing, sub fantasies, puupy dog jayce, slave jayce?, m!masturbation, brief nipple play overstim, assistant!reader, use of 'master', f!reader implied but no use of feminie pronouns — tell me if I've missed anything!
The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across Jayce's workshop, illuminating the intricate gears and gleaming metals of his latest invention. But his mind wasn't on the intricate workings of his hammer.
It was consumed by the images you.
He imagined your hands, tracing the contours of his chest, your fingers lingering on the rise and fall of his muscles. A low moan escaped his lips as he brought his own hand to his arousal, the rough fabric of his gloves a poor substitute for your touch.
But nevermind that, he was quick to tear it off his hands.
Tonight, his hand was wrapped around his lengthy, fat cock, stroking to his terrible sketches of you in his personal notebook. His fingers slid over his slick tip, covered in pre-cum. Jayce couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his hand into his fist, his eyes rolling back as he cried out.
"Need you..." he managed to mutter out his wet, drooling lips from his weak attempts on spitting on his cock to lubricate it. Leaning forward, he fisted his rock-hard erection. Waves of longing crashed over him as he imagined running his hands over your skin or trailing kisses down your neck. Jayce pumped his dick furiously, his breathing ragged.
“I’m fucking myself just for you.” The wet sounds grew lewder every stroke.
Beads of sweat trickled down Jayce's forehead. He quickened his pace as his desire reached a feverish peak. He was already incredibly close to cumming and was about to cover a sketched picture of you with his load.
Closer and closer he brought himself. He was palming his thighs with his free hand like he was pawing at your tits. He needed to worship you, slap, suck, praise your breasts. Dammit, he needed to draw you nude one day.
Visions of you playing coy, batting your eyes, teasing him with every little glance, "Won't you leash me one day? Woof..." It was a disgustingly pathetic noise that escaped his throat. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it like crazy.
He could still hear your laughter from the lab, feel the warmth emanating from your body when you stood too close as you showed him your experimental results. Jayce was quick to abandon pawing idly at his thighs and wrapped his hand around his swollen cock.
With both of his hands fisting his slick erection, he pumped faster. He leaned against his desk, furiously and desperately thrusting into his hand as if he was thrusting into your warm cunt. Subconsciously, he rose from his seat, putting most of his weight now against his desk.
"Fuck me, please..." he whined out like a kicked puppy.
Jayce let his hands fall away, clutching the edge of the table while staring at your portraits. Instead, ground his hips against the metal of his workbench, the sensation agonisingly not enough. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He was close, so close, his body trembling and shuddering with every thrust.
He fisted his cock once more, desperately pounding into the table as if he would be pounding you against it. His broad hips would bang against the table, shaking whatever items were listed on top along with wet plaps of his throbbing cock into his hand.
"...Cumming!" With a strained whimper, he blew his load all over his sketches of you, streaks of thick cum covering the brown paper and his workbench. He quivered, his hips stuttering as he slowly but harshly thrusted against the table to draw out his orgasm.
His hazy, glossy eyes ran over his current situation. He looked over the spurts of cum all over the table. He wished this cum ended up inside you instead of wasting it all over his work space.
Jayce glanced down at his aching cock, feeling it soften only a bit but maintaining its erection. He bit his lip like a happy dog. His motions slowed as the first aftershocks subsided, but his excitement remained charged.
"Please keep fucking me, master..." he winced out with all the breath he could muster from his lungs. Reaching down, Jayce began to gently stroke his overly sensitive cock, eliciting small moans from the back of his throat as fresh arousal built. With every stroke, his hips jolted.
He imagined your face, your eyes wide with pleasure as he brought you to orgasm. He could almost taste you, smell you, feel your body beneath his. He thrust his into hand experimentally, plunging his overstimulated cock back into his warm, cum-covered fist. He cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure.
"Master! Woof... master." He barked out. Jayce brought his free hand up below his uniform and towards his pecs, searching for his sensitive nipples. With a pathetic cry, he pinched and flicked his nipples in time with his sloppy thrusts. He moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut.
He came quickly again with a shudder, his body trembling with the force of his release. He slumped back against his workbench, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at his hand, still stained with his own cum. His cock was yet to soften completely, a stubborn knot of horniness refusing to subside. He thrust into his hand again, the motion a desperate attempt to recapture the intensity of his release.
The sticky residue mirrored the mess he felt inside, a raw, chaotic cloud of lust. He moaned, his voice hoarse, a low, guttural sound that was swallowed by the silence of the workshop. Jayce tiredly slumped back into his chair, desperately stroking himself, giving up using his tired hips.
He pumped his cock harder, faster, driven by a need that bordered on pure greed. The image of you, your face, your body, your pleasure, fueled him. He was a furnace, burning with a white-hot intensity, consumed by the need to worship you.
He imagined your eyes shut with pleasure as he obeyed your commands. He imagined your body arching beneath him, your breath catching in sharp gasps as he pushed deeper and deeper. He imagined your name, a sweet melody on his lips, a word of power as you pulled on a leash that surrounded his neck.
The fantasy shifted, taking on a darker, more sinister tone. You were no longer the object of his desire, but his master. He was your plaything, a toy existing solely to fulfill your every whim.
"Can I go deeper, master?" He panted. Jayce imagined the leather biting into his skin, the rough texture against his sensitive flesh. He imagined your hand, gripping the leash, pulling him closer, deeper into your cunt. He imagined your voice, issuing commands, pushing him to his limits. The limits he so craved.
He stroked continued to pump his overstimulated cock, crying out and twitching but not tapping out. His body a marionette, dancing to your invisible strings when you weren't really there. He was simply feeding off of his imagination. Trapped in his own desires, cumming and cumming over and over.
Each orgasm a drug he consumed, followed by a crushing wave of emptiness. He was addicted, a slave to his own twisted fantasies. By the time he was 'done', he was out cold, drooling, covered in cum, and mumbling your name.
"You fucked me so good, master." He lolled out once more.
Post Notes: now that i think about it, i shouldve made jayce SQUIRT 🥲
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Mirror Sex Jayce Talis x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1067
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As the dim lights of your bedroom cast a warm glow, you found yourself standing before a full-length mirror, your eyes locking with your own reflection. Your gaze shifted slightly to the side, looking over to the delicious Jayce Talis. His eyes, filled with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, met yours in the mirror. His dark hair fell perfectly across his forehead, framing his handsome face. He stood naked, his body on full display, waiting for your command. You admired his slender yet defined physique, the way his skin glistened under the soft lighting. You took a step closer to the mirror, your reflection now standing right behind his. Reaching out, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. "Relax, my love." you whispered seductively into his ear, your warm breath tickling his neck. “Be a good boy and touch yourself for me angel.” You whisper, kissing his back delicately. Obediently, he began to caress his own body, his fingers gliding down his chest, across his nipples, causing them to harden further. You watched in the mirror as his hands travelled lower, his fingers brushing against his flat stomach, inching closer to his throbbing cock. "That's it, my sweet boy," you encouraged, your voice growing huskier. “Remember though baby, no touching until I tell you.” He whimpered softly, his eyes closing briefly as he fought the urge to grasp his aching shaft. His hands paused at the top of his thighs, his fingers twitching, longing to wrap around his length. Your fingers danced down his side as you teased him. His soft whimpers were music to your ears. You tentatively wrapped your well manicured hand around his aching cock giving him a slow stroke. His eyes closed in pleasure as you continued your painfully slow pace. “Y/N, please..." he begged, his voice hoarse. "I need to feel you." You chuckled softly, a dominant laugh that sent shivers down his spine. "Not yet, my pet. We're not done playing." You abruptly stopped and began to walk in front of him. “Do try and stay a quiet pet.” You said playfully as you sank to your knees, instantly coming face to face with his angry red tip.
He moaned, his fingers trembling as he tried his best to keep them placed firmly on his thighs, palm down. You inched your face closer to his hard, throbbing cock before letting his tip slide past your lips. The groan that elicited from Jayce's lips was as sinful as they come. You moved to envelope him in your mouth, as much as you could, with the rest being stroked with your hand. The other hand was placed atop of Jayce's on his thigh to balance yourself. The pathetic whines and whimpers coming from Jayce's lips as you sucked his pretty dick off were going straight to your core. “Fuck Y/N…” He groaned as you played with his balls, his head falling back unable to comprehend how good he feels right now. “Shit..I'm so close..wanna cum in mommy.” Jayce babbled, not being able to completely understand what he's saying. You smirked as you popped him out of your mouth. Standing up you looked at how dishevelled Jayce looked, already so fucked out just from your mouth. “Mommy huh?” You teased, kissing along his chest. He moaned lustfully as he nodded pathetically. You guided him to the bed, flopping on your back as Jayce slots himself between your thighs. “You wanna cum in mommy baby boy?” You asked as you guided his leaking tip to your entrance. Jayce nodded as he buried his face in your neck, “Need it…please.” He begged pitifully. And who where you to deny such a polite request from such a pretty boy.
You wrapped your legs around his waist hinting for him to move and move he did, In on swift motion he nestled himself so deep inside your velvet walls. “Oh! Fuck momma.” Jayce cried as he bottomed out. Your cunt sucked him in so tightly, like it was meant for him, it took everything in him not to paint your insides then and there. “Gonna cum gods please!” Jayce mewled pitifully as he thrusted slowly in and out of you. “Wait for mommy baby, then we can cum together yeah? You wanna feel momma cum round your pretty cock?” You teased, grinding your hips down into his. He nodded frantically and started thrusting just the same. His hips met yours at such a brutal pace you knew that there would be bruises in the morning. Pulling his cock in and out of you with such precision, he was hitting your G-spot every time. At this rate, you weren’t lasting long. “Fuck angel, such a skilful cock. Jesus, you’re going to make Mommy cum so quick!” You cried out as he continued to nudge that special spot inside you. “Please mommy, it hurts..need to cum.” Jayce panted, his hot breath feeling heavy on your neck. “Cum for me baby boy, fill momma up.” You moan, feeling your release creep up on you. Jayce's pace slowed slightly before he slammed his hips into yours forcefully, burying himself deep inside your walls. “Fuck! mommy!” Jayce moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head. His warm cum filled and coated your walls so intensely that it triggered your own release. “God Jayce!” You cried as you clamped down around Jayce's softening cock. The feeling of your walls clamping down around him, while not a new sensation, still caught him off guard every time. He buried himself deeper, if it were possible, inside you savouring the feeling of you cumming round his cock. “You did so good for me, Jayce; such a good boy for mommy.” You panted out as best you could, still coming down from your high. You gently patted his damp hair soothingly as Jayce slowly removed himself from you. A little nod and whine was all you got from Jacye as he cuddled up into your side. You both lay there for a while, enjoying the feeling of being close to one another. “Shall we get a shower, my love?” You asked, kissing his still sweaty forehead. Jayce nodded, picking you up bridal style. “Round two?” He asked, kissing your ear softly. You blushed and nodded, knowing you were in for an eventful, sexual night.
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I hated that ending bro wtf just happened?? Wdym they were supposed to meet in every single universe...? That they were destined to be?? Wdym that jinx and vi cant have a happy ending but the doctor can?? Wdym that that was their first and last kiss with each other???☹️☹️
In all timelines, in all possibilities, only you can show me this-
☄️
the line is a message from viktor to jayce and i will die on that hill. what do you mean “take a seat”(viktor in the present inviting jayce to join him on his journey to “connect” everyone and make everything “perfect”) “but id rather you not be here with me”(future viktor telling jayce perfection brings nothing but an end to pursuit and as much as he didnt want jayce to see him this way he had to because jayce was the only one who could save him)
also i love reading “stay your pretty eyes on course” as viktor saying it to jayce because he would come on now
never realized the implications of this scene but what was this all about. what do you mean he went and hugged viktor and THEN realized oh hes naked and tried to play it off with a “you must be cold” literally all that was missing from this scene was his face turning red like an anime girl and him running off to get a blanket for viktor going “KYAAA!!!”
thinking about heimerdingers song playing while they cut from ekko with powder to jayce staring at the two corpses/husks/ whatever holding each other did this show have to gut me and leave my entrails spilling on the ground. was that necessary
jayvik nation sedate me
downloaded this app solely to yap about jayvik because oh my GOD. also spoilers maybe
for starters. arcane as a show is just so beautiful to me because it starts with this idea that there is disparity and suffering and the concept of “oil and water” is something every single person suffers from. and it just continues like that all through season 1, just people, regular people, individuals whos lives we follow hurting eachother for the sake of their own artificial morals and ethics. we even see it in young viktor, his morals and individual ideas that mean so much to him(god that makes it hurt so much more to watch what happens in s2) and the whole season they lure you in with this false sense of believing that this is the show. this is the overarching theme of disparity, pain, suffering despite believing its for the “greater good.” but arcane is not about suffering. it doesnt for a second think this world is made to suffer in and yet it ensnares you with exactly that idea. because people love to be right, and we as the audience hinge on every word because the concept of people, individuals, being more than just black and white is something we all believe and yet adding even a dash of complexity into it makes it seem like this new idea that hasnt been done before. we mightve seen wealth disparity before, we mightve seen the concepts of everyone just being “people” regardless of who they are or what circumstances theyve lived in. but arcane doing it different, putting a little spin on it, giving us a glimpse into their war and battles and just how easy it is for these characters to die made us feel like this was MORE realistic, like it was different from all the others times, all the other shows and books and stories that have told us that everyone is flawed and yet everyone is good. honestly thats not even a bad thing, that alone wouldve made it an incredible show. but arcane doesnt stop there. every episode of s2 hit me like a truck because EVERYTHING was interconnected. every single action of every single person had meaning all leading up to one single point and still it all flies right under your nose because youre still thinking of “people” and “individuals.” you just keep following these characters in their own bubbles all with heaps of suffering and pain of their own and its so much that you dont even have time to consider how all these things might have an impact on one another…. until of course, the final scene. that godforsaken scene with jayce and viktor that genuinely made me bawl my eyes out. its just so perfect. its such an absolutely perfect cultivation of everything that has happened in the show. the way every single thing that has happened so far has been one single butterfly effect, one tip of a domino that has led to this war.
anyway forget all that im here to talk about jayvik uhm god that final scene with them made me want to die so bad. viktor goes back to save jayce time and time again knowing jayce is the catalyst to this butterfly effect to begin with. he goes back knowing that like all the other times, this one could be the same. this one could be another timeline where jayce fails. and still, he goes back to save him when letting him die would “fix” everything. on the other side of the coin viktor cannot be this prophet, someone who weilds the arcane, without jayce, because it is jayce who he hands the rune to, jayce who wants to touch the arcane, and jayce who stays by viktors side and calls him “partner” long enough for viktor to stand up on his own two feet and leave the man who man him. jayce cannot exist without viktor. viktor cannot exist without jayce. the string that ties them together connects absolutely everyone else and it drags them all down too and STILL… viktor goes back to save jayce. because even though he could choose not to save him, that timeline wouldnt matter, because viktor wants to save the timeline where jayce exists. and how poetic is it that these two anomalies end up going out in a flash of light holding hands good god i love this show so much
anyway i hope tumblr doesnt have a word limit theres my surface level analysis of arcane goodnigjt jayvik nation
My friend’s birthday card (she hasn’t watched arcane)
why he so bonita
I drew jayce as the Sabrina carpenter album cover.
nations rise
Thank you for all the love you've expessed toward Ximena in my fic guys 🥹 her character weaving into the narrative was very unplanned and unexpected. Here's a bit of one of her letters to V post jayvik divorce
Direct link to the fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61602655/chapters/157489549
Very* WIP for chapter 26 - who's ready for the divorce 😭
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