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ARCANE | Jayce's Hexcorized Hammer Design | Minji Kim

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ARCANE | Jayce Talis Displate Posters

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where'd all the top male reader accounts go

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In an alternate universe they're university professors and married I saw it in the wild rune

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Jayce Talis x male!reader. NSFW. MDNI.

content; mention of dom!reader. sub!Jayce. very pathetic Jayce. mention of enforcer!reader. masturbation. praise kink. begging. secret encounters and secret “relationship”

A/N; I need this man so bad that it's no longer funny. 😞 English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammatical error, I do what I can 😪🫶🏻. Feel confident to correct me (as long as it is with respect, of course)

Thank you very much for the support I received in the previous one! I really didn't think so many people would like it, but I truly appreciate that it was like that. I must admit that I slightly despise my writings, and I never cease to be surprised by the number of people who liked the last one. Thank you very much. ❤️‍🩹

It may feel a little rushed (or at least from my perspective) I'm sorry if that's the case, I wrote this very late in the night.

Ugh, I would like to write something fluff with Viktor and Jayce or Jayvik too, but I have no ideas. 😔

The first time he noticed you was some time ago. Caitlyn and you appeared to have a friendly and quite comfortable conversation, which seemed curious to him because she didn't usually get along well with her co-workers. Or at least not to the extent of having such a lively talk with them. You were probably a bit nicer than the rest; it was the first thing he thought of you.

It never crossed his mind how much you would get under his skin.

He used to feel your gaze on the back of his neck, sending chills all over his spine. He caught your glance every time his eyes and yours met casually, unable to stop thinking later about the small grin that appeared on your face when that happened, as if that was what you wanted from the very beginning.

You didn't have an intimidating appearance, but things were very different when we talked about your gaze—especially the way you looked at him and only him.

And he had to admit that, over time, he started to like it.

He began to see you more often in the corridors of the academy. He found it curious how coincidentally you always appeared to be standing guard in the same places where he needed to be. Sometimes he lied to himself, trying to convince his mind that he didn’t like your presence. But the small leap of emotion in his chest and the flood of sensations coursing through his stomach when he looked at you among all the enforcers were stronger.

He began to long for your looks, your attention. You.

And without even realizing it, he had already fallen completely into your hands.

Jayce walked down the long hallway, heading back to the wing where his room was located. A few passing Hextech engineers gave him a fleeting glance, some even asking if he was alright or why he looked so disheveled. He brushed them off and waved them away with a tired smile, too exhausted to deal with them. He had been working too hard, spending days without sleeping well, and overworking himself so much that he only considered resting a little when Viktor suggested it.

Once Jayce finally made it to his room, he fumbled in his pockets, trying to find the key to unlock his door. After a moment, he managed to locate it. He shut the door behind him and went over to his bed, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. It's been days since he saw you after your last meeting. Apparently, your work had also become heavier, as Caitlyn mentioned. It frustrated him that it was like that. He needed you, and he was sure you needed him too.

Jayce buried his face in his pillow. He groaned tiredly, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to sleep just yet due to his thoughts.

He rolled onto his back; stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing heavily. Jayce shut his eyes and let thoughts of you fill his mind as a slight smile slowly appeared on his face. They were only small and sweet daydreams at the beginning, but it was slowly shifting into… something else.

The vague memory of the last time you saw each other.

He still heard your voice in the back of his head, your breath against his skin and your hands running all over his body.

“Good boy… you're such a good boy, aren't you?” He perfectly remembers the path that your mouth made from his ear to his neck. The way your tongue moved across his skin, searching for the spot you thought was perfect to leave a mark.

The softness and delicacy with which you spoke to him.

A warm feeling began to pool inside him, a sensation he tried to ignore but failed. His eyes slowly reopened as he glanced down at his stomach; a small flush appeared on his face, realizing that these thoughts were getting out of hand when he noticed the hard bulge between his legs. Jayce groaned slightly, internally cursing to himself since he knew he should be trying to sleep rather than thinking about that day. But the memories kept coming, and he couldn't stop them.

“You liked that, didn't you? You liked it when I called you a "good boy," huh? I bet you're just itching to hear it again.”

Jayce felt his entire body tremble again, his legs almost giving out as those words left your mouth. He did like it; he liked it a lot. He wanted to hear you say it again; he adored the way you said it, the way you uttered that little pet name so softly.

He shakily nodded his head, almost desperately. He wanted to hear it again, he loved to hear you call him like that. He wanted to hear you say it so badly…

Eventually, Jayce ended up giving in and succumbing. He groaned again, closing his eyes as a hand slowly wandered down his stomach toward the waistline of his pants.

Jayce bites his lip lightly, remembering the way you praised him and how well you looked between his thighs. Your pretty hand touching him over the clothes and how you pulled him by the hair, how you looked at him when you licked his pre-cum from your fingers and then put them in his mouth. He was going crazy; you were driving him insane.

Jayce slowly unzipped his pants, letting out a shaky sigh as he did; he was already a blushing mess. His hand pushed his pants down slightly, giving him a bit of room to move. Jayce's breathing hitched as he looked down at himself, pants pushed down just enough to reveal his throbbing erection. He bit down harder on his lip, shutting his eyes tightly.

"You're such a pathetic mess... I bet you'd do anything I ask of you, hmm?"

Jayce almost let out a whine as you continued to tease him, telling him that he was a pathetic mess. He had never felt so weak and flustered before—a shaking and whimpering mess, all from a few little praises and some teasing. His head was spinning, and he could barely even speak right now.

He swallowed, trying to collect his thoughts enough to respond to you, his voice still so shaky and breathless.

"God- I'd..I'd do anything you'd want me to do right now.."

How pitiful he was, but he was yours and yours only.

Jayce's chest rose and fell as his breathing slowly started to become uneven. The thoughts in his head kept spiraling; they were all about you. How would it feel if it were your hand instead of his...

He brought a hand up to his mouth to try to muffle any noises he was making; desperately tried to keep himself quiet, knowing that the walls were not that thick and people would probably hear him. His breathing started hitching more frequently as he continued to think about what would happen if you were there with him instead… Thinking about what you could do to him, what you would say to him, and what types of noises you would make.

Jayce brought the hand that had been over his mouth up to his hair, tangling his fingers in his dark locks and clutching tightly. His breathing occasionally grew a bit loud. It wasn't loud enough for people outside the room to hear clearly, but if they were close to the door, they could catch bits and pieces.

"Anything I want, hm? You'd be such a good boy for me, wouldn't you? You want to prove just how much of a "good boy" you really are, is that it?"

He almost let out a small, shaky whimper when you called him like that again. Then that question made his brain short-circuit even more. He desperately wanted to be a 'good boy' for you; he wanted you to call him that with that low, raspy, seductive voice. He wanted to please you in any way he could.

"I-I'll do anything you want... I'll do anything to prove I'm a good boy, I swear.. I'll do it all, just for you."

At some point, he could no longer keep himself quiet. The small moans escaping his mouth slowly began to grow louder and more frequent, with sharp whimpers emerging from his lips.

He was so close to losing it.

His back arched, his chest rising and falling erratically. His breaths were sharp and shaky, filled with soft moans. He was close.. so close.. he just needed a bit more.

Jayce's body trembled as he continued on. He was very desperate, and he knew he was close... he needed you... he needed you so badly. His head was swimming in thoughts, all about you. He couldn't think of a single thing that wasn't you.

He wanted to feel you inside him; he wanted you to mark him.

Because his thighs began to lose your marks and he didn't like that.

“Oh poor baby, so weak and shaking just for me and I've barely even started.”

Just the fact that you said that you were barely even "started" with him already made him shiver and shiver again, what else were you going to do if you hadn't even really started with him yet?

He let out a small, breathless moan, practically whimpering as he spoke again.

"Please- ruin me- I don't care, do anything to me."

A loud moan escaped him, causing his body to tense up for a moment before finally starting to relax. His body trembled as he finally reached his limit.

He could feel his own fluids sliding between his fingers.

He lay there for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily from how hard he was breathing. His mind was blank for a moment, just before a tired groan escaped him as the realization of what he had just done hit him. He let out an embarrassed sigh before sitting up slightly, looking down at the now-messy pants he wore.

"Dammit.."

He sat up. He pulled his pants up and just sat there for a few moments. He was very embarrassed by what he had just done, but he had to admit that most of the stress had disappeared a little, just like the tiredness. Of course, he still needed to sleep, but first, he had to take care of all this. He sat there for a few more moments before he took a small, deep breath, trying to clear his head of any memories before he pulled himself from the bed and headed toward the bathroom.

He turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face to try to clear his head and cool himself off. He looked back at his face in the mirror, observing his messy hair and flushed complexion.

Another sigh escaped him as he attempted to pull himself together. He knew he had to get cleaned up and look at least somewhat presentable. He turned on the tap again, grabbing a towel and placing them under the water before wiping some of the cold water on his face, trying to cool himself off before drying his face with a dry towel.

After a few more moments, he looked a bit more presentable. He still had messy hair, but at least his face wasn't flushed anymore—and he was no longer wearing those sticky pants. He turned to leave the bathroom.

He stepped out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom, looking at the bed as a sense of shame washed over him again. He knew he had to change the covers; he had made a mess on them.

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Honestly, Mel is NOT a mirror to Viktor. The fact that ppl (shippers) take that line talking about HER powers and story arc and in a literal sense apply it to her /Jayvik is insane. I've just seen so many dishonest discussions about Mel's storyline being more than being tied to a man (absolutely true), but then turning around to validate HER peculiar story and character development for a ship. If you really valued her and cared for her, you wouldn't say this, and it's lowkey gross. It gives the same vibe as those animators saying Jayce had to sleep with Mel to know it was Viktor all along. People can say don't use their words as truth, but a LOT of people are using that as a gotcha for shipping war bs. I see the viral posts and overarching well the writers/animators, etc. said it was, so my ship is canon, and yours isn't (just delusional all around).

Gone are the times wheter canon didn't dictate people in getting so heated and nasty and just want to be right.

I'd say Mel and Viktor are foils, and if the writers took the time to actually have Mel and Viktor interact past putting Jayce as an in-between (often only squished as the prize) character, we could get decent analyses and discussions.

Currently, the majority of their dynamic by fandom is literally based on people's saying that she looks down on Viktor cause she ignored/looked at him a certain way in one scene and micro analysed her expression or that she's an manipulative (groomer) that used Jayce for her own gains when honestly everyone used each other (Jayce 'used' Mel, Mel 'used' Jayce, Viktor 'used' the both of them directly and indirectly etc.) Is that manipulation? No. I'd call it being mature enough to understand that certain ventures and goals involve give and take. I think MelJayVik understood that when it came to Hextech and that in itself cause more complex issues and implications once the whole Zaun vs. Piltover storyline erupted.

We could've actually had intellectual scenes between where we touch uppn the fact that Mel is part of an oppressive system as a Councillor (and that whole system that was set in place waaaay before she came to Piltover as an exile and ended up where she is) and that her ideas for Piltover, didn't include Zaun, where Viktor is from and on the opposite end had to work his way up and only ended up as an assistant until he and Jayce became lab partners.

Instead, we get dumbed down discussions and views that have shipping at its basis and fandom, concluding that their interpretation is canon when it's quite not. It doesn't help when the writers have fallen into that same cycle in S2. Now they come out in interviews to put their perspective out when I'm like, why didn't you put it in the show then if that was your intention or how it should've been interpreted?

It's bad writing and storytelling.

It really makes me wonder if the writers cut that happened between S1 and S2 was really the reason behind the ish we got in the final Arcs.

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TW suicide attempt

So this is my take on Jayce and Mel in the alternate timeline, where Jayce after seeing two children dying from the explosion caused by his invention immediately jumps off the ruins of his apartment, and instead of dying he breaks his legs and survives, which helps him evade arrest but ultimately leaves him with a disability. He turns away from his research and science in general, and finds that he actually loves painting. So, once Mel commissions him a portrait and that’s where their situationship starts

I think after his suicide attempt he didn’t have much energy to look after himself, and then he got better he figured he actually liked this unkempt look so he decided to keep it

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I love Jayce being a sweetheart, but I also kind of want to see him be an asshole who has both bark AND bite. Not all the time, he can still be nice, but he should get to be mean sometimes.

Like if you’re going to have the puppy-coding with Jayce, might as well have him also be like a dog who got sick of everyone else’s bs and started learning how to bite when it’s needed.

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Rough sketchy comic as a proof of concept "jayce talis has a ptsd and violent flashbacks that can cause a panic attack"

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so who's gonna write a jayce-centric fic detailing his nightmares and hallucinations. possibly followed by him having a breakdown. please

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this is how it currently feels like to be here lmfao

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I wish we got a scene of Caitlyn grieving Jayce. He was like a big brother to her and now he’s gone and she probably has no idea what happened to him……

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something something jayce's thighs something something

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in another universe, they grow up together

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my single arcane critique is that there wasn’t more shirtless jayce… what happened to fan service…..

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two birds on a wire

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i don’t dislike isha as a concept. i think she could have been a good character and her relationship to jinx could have been something unique that took jinx’s character in a new direction.

but instead, she was never really her own person, she was used as a plot device. they didn’t do anything new with either their dynamic or the actual progression of how their story went.

oh, this person who used to want to fight against piltover has found themself in charge of a young child, and this child is now their priority above their past mission. we’ve already seen that, multiple times. a huge part of season 1 was showing how that same situation affected vander and silco in different ways. they just made jinx into vander 2.0 in a way that felt too heavy handed and too much of a 1 to 1 copy to actually be an interesting parallel.

and they didn’t bring anything new to it, like showing how the parental figure losing the child instead of the other way around would change them and their motives, because after jinx loses isha, her story is pretty much over. she puts her suicide on pause to help with the final battle, and then she dies. yeah, they’ll probably bring her out again briefly in a future show, but by then there’ll be a massive timeskip and her character will just be whatever they need it to be for the new region.

also, giving jinx someone close to her who loves her unconditionally and wants her to be what they see as her best self, who then dies in a way that she has some degree of responsibility for? that already happened too. it’s, again, not just a parallel, but an almost 1 to 1 repeat of what happened last season.

isha is a conglomeration of vander’s story with his kids, and silco’s story with his daughter. what she doesn’t get the chance to have is her own story.