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gtgbabie0 · 22 hours ago

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{Your girlfriend, Caitlyn, helps soothe your cramps}

!!-18//MDNI-!! TW// period sex, It’s not too crazy but it’s still blood, duh, so don’t it read if that grosses you out <3

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“Is this good baby?” Caitlyn coos, her sweet, velvety accent wisps around you so gently in a way that makes you feel all heady. Her fingers curling deeper inside your wet cunt— blood-slick walls clamping around her digits. “Am I making those horrid camps feel all better?”

You nod your head against the silken pillows with a broken whine, meeting her hungry gaze with glossy almost pleading eyes— she leans closer, holding your stare with a smug expression. “Mhm, yeah— fuck Cait— you’re so amazing.” You whimper, eyes rolling back as she adds another finger, a hot, sticky mixture of blood and slick dribbling out of your greedy cunt.

Caitlyn’s lips part, mimicking the way your jaw has gone all slack with pleasure— her half-lidded eyes studying each and every twitch in your beautiful face. “Oh, yeah? Is that right baby, am I the best?” She purrs lowly, grinding herself down against your lower abdomen.

The slick from her cunt feels nice and warm over your stomach and the weight of her body soothed away the painful knots that had seized you not so long ago— now your body was prickling with that familiar tingle, a warmth that wraps around you, making you melt back against the bed with a small moan.

“Mhmm, the bestest, fuck— oh Cait, m’so close, please.” You breathe, hands clutching at her hips as she slowly thrusts her fingers in and out of you, curling her digits against that spongy spot that makes you writhe beneath her. “Needa cum so badly.”

“Sshh, I know, just let go f’me— you’re doing so good pretty girl.” She soothes as she continues to fuck her fingers into your blood-slick cunt, grinding her palm against your clit all while slowly grinding her pussy over your abdomen until you’re both cumming, moaning out each other’s name and other various breathless curses. Her mouth is instantly on yours, chest to chest, swallowing up every tiny noise you make— kissing you oh-so-greedily. Blood and slick dribbles out from you in thick globs, caught by the towel she had laid out beneath you earlier whilst she works you through your dizzying orgasm.

Caitlyn shuffles off of you carefully, her lidded gaze flitting between the sheen coat of her pleasure that glistens over the soft skin of your lower stomach and then down to her fingers as she pulls them out from you— coated in a sticky mess of blood and cum, that also covered the inside of your thighs.

“Oh— you made such a beautiful mess.” She giggles airily, admiring the sight of her shiny red fingers with a small smirk tugging at her lips. You turn your head to the side, hiding your face in the pillows with an embarrassed murmur. Caitlyn gently cleans you up with those soft wipes she keeps tucked away in her bedside table drawer before returning her attention to you. “Don’t hide, please?” Her tender words are spoken into the soft curve of your jaw as she noses at your flushed cheek.

With a small sigh and a whine, you turn your head to look back up at her with a lazy smile plastered over your face, completely relaxed and no longer in pain— just how she liked it. “Do you feel better now?” She asks in between loving pecks she peppers all over your face.

“Mm, yeah— feels so much better now, thank you.” You whisper, a content hum sounding out from the back of your throat as her hand slowly massages your thigh, caressing up to your hips.

“Good, I’m glad. You did so well princess.” She smiles warmly, fingers rubbing small circles into the small of your back. “I'll get you a drink and a little snack then I’ll run you a bath, yeah?” You immediately nod in agreement, hand finding hers with a thankful squeeze as she drops one last kiss to your lips.

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trinityobsessesovatings · 3 days ago

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DOMESTICITY~! {ARCANE HEADCANONS}

ARCANE CHARACTERS IN A DOMESTIC SETTING!

characters included; Caitlyn, Vi, and Mel

WARNINGS: me being a slut for domestic shit, lowercase, cursing, maybe miniscule punctuation usage, slightly suggestive (?), slight angst at some parts (?), LONG AF, and me just gushing for domesticity

hello! hello! i’ve been gone for a WHILE, i for the longest time have been wanting to write but two of my buttons on my laptop keyboard had broke 🥲 BUT i finally got my bluetooth keyboard came in and now i'm back!!! might be very long because i’m weak for these kinds of concepts! some might be longer than others.

WOW WOW WOW WOW this one is a bit A LOT longer than my last one!

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!: for those who don’t know all of my writings, if a “reader” is involved they are most definitely female/have female anatomy! 💛

enjoy! 🥰

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caitlyn

LOVES HER LITTLE FAMILY DOWN!!

in the sheriff position

so she’s VERY BUSY but will always try and make time for her little family 🥰

DEFINITELY has twins!!

a boy and girl set to be more specific

her girl is definitely named cassandra in honor of her mother

i think her son would be named something fancy as well; callum? caspian? shit maybe even charlie! 🤷🏾‍♀️

i very much headcanon that the reproductive health care and science is VERY advanced in arcane universe

advanced hexstrap 🥴

so your kids are literally half of you and half of her

DOES NOT BELIEVE IN PUTTING YOUR CHILD IN FRONT OF A TABLET

that and it drives her crazy hearing ms. rachel repeatedly (speaking from someone who has a younger cousin who crashes tf out if ms. rachel is off)

she tried it for a little bit after getting the suggestion from both vi and jayce

but it's a definite NO in her book

NEOW it’s not like she won’t ever let her kids use the tablet to watch kids channels and videos

she DOES they just have schedule and SHE IS AN ACTUAL PARENT WHO MONITORS ELECTRONIC TIME

her kids WILL not be exposed to shit they aren’t ready for

some of her favorite moments with her family is the days she's off work and she lets the twins help her with baking sweets

kids are covered in flour

giggles galore

you’re watching on with a fond smile

everyone helping decorate the sweet treats

just domestic bliss out the ass

now for some serious stuff…

y'all know how I said her daughter would be named cassandra…

YUH in the beginning she DEFINITELY had a problem with ✨favoritism✨

caspian (we gonna go ahead and name baby boy caspian) was for sure feeling left out at times a bit of a velcro baby with you because of it

you confront cait about and she genuinely didn't know she was doing it

fixed that shit real quick it took a bit of time rebuild caspian’s trust but after a little while and a lot of work everyone like this🤞🏾fr

I would say caitlyn is authoritative parent honestly

just the right amount of nurturing, responsive, and supportive but she knows where to draw the line and set them boundaries

like yeah she wants her kids to have structure… but she also wants them to have independence

VERY COMFORTABLE IN SAYING “No”

is a supporter of having kids sit at the table and write "I will ___" "I won't do ___" 100x and if she's really mad front and back TWICE

PLEASE TELL Y'ALL KNOW WHAT PUNISHMENT I'M TALKING ABOUT 😭

also very open to hearing her kids side of things

but you know… she has clear rules and expectations for her twins

now would y’all hate me for saying after years of being a reasonable crash out… she would prefer to be a stay at home mom 🫣

like i can’t get out of my head how i just want this girl happy and thriving

SO FOR ME JINX AINT DEAD!!! WHYYYYY BECAUSE THIS IS MY WORK! NOW!

i feel vi would have boys for sure, triples specifically; khai (oldest), elio (middle), and ballar (youngest) ALL IDENTICAL TOO

not even gonna front with y'all… deadass would have trouble telling her boys apart at times

vi would be in the middle of lecturing who she thinks is elio but the entire time she's been lecturing poor khai who’s been minding his business the whole

elio is off to the side confused because vi keeps calling his brother…him??

khai is looking at vi like she’s insane and has lost her mine orange slice frozen in air as he was snacking on his fruit

then ballar who is so used to vi calling them the wrong names is like: “mama, that’s khai.” 😕

it was even worse when you insisted on dressing the three of them up in identical outfits for the first few months of their lives

she had to put a stop to that because really thought she was going insane

would also lowkey feel like she’s a bad parent because she couldn’t tell the difference between her boys

literally in awe with how you’re able to tell them apart

as they got older though and started developing their own personalities and styles it became a lot easier

a big believer in ms. rachel… LOVES MS. RACHEL DOWN

ms. rachel is her girl ON JANNA SHE IS

when she's behind on chores, sits her boys in the playpen in front of the tv and turns on ms. rachel to get housework done

some of her favorite moments is cooking and having dinner with her family

isha and jinx are invited OF COURSE

i headcanon vi as a damn good cook SHE CAN’T BAKE but she can cook

teaching her kids how to chop veggies with those child friendly knife that can actually cut food but won’t injure the child

teaching her kids recipes

i have this small little headcanon that vi writes down recipes so she can hand them down to her children 🥹

now for some serious stuff…

now we know our girl vi is a retired crashout so she has a temper

NOW I'M NOT SAYING SHES LAYING HANDS ON HER KIDS❗❗

but there are moments where she hits them with classic;

“because i said so!”

“i’m the adult and you’re the child!”

or plain out just yelling out of frustration and anger

she always feels EXTREMELY guilty afterwards

but after sitting down with her and talking with her she always comes back and doing so much better with controlling her emotions

when the triples were babies she was FOR SURE had an attachment style of parenting;

the boys sleeping in cots in that same room as you guys

always having them near her

skin to skin bonding as soon as they were born

as soon as SIDs aren't an issue the boys are in the bed with you until you have to tell her “hey they need to be in their own rooms now.”

as the kids get older develops more of a positive parenting style

very caring supportive and sensitive with her kids

like instead of focusing on the negative her kids do she focuses on the positive of what her kids do

for example; y’all remember when powder lost all of their loot in the first episode and instead of being mad she went “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

yeah like that

sets boundaries with her kids that supports their interests

does all she can to avoid punishment which in turn lowkey makes you the bad guy

but if need be she will take things away, give time outs, and worst of all grounding

cries in your arms after she has to ground the triplets after they get into a fight with some other kids

she also encourages her kids to be curious, have empathy for others, and just for them to be children

mel

MEL IS A GOOD MAMA!

I SAID IT!

i also feel she would be more of a one and done

mel 100% gives birth to her little twin fr 😌🤞🏾

all the good genes from her SHOVED INTO THAT LITTLE ANGEL SHE GIVES BIRTH TO

im talking gold freckles, eye color, perfect hair and all

DID YOU 🫵🏾 EVEN TRY!!!???

chile anyway

she’s still apart of the council y’all… but trust if need be… she pulling up with caitlyn for another 2v1 😈

has a little girl that she treats and dotes on

that’s her little princess

her little aurelia (which means golden child/golden one)

takes her to work with her sometimes

definitely has one of those cute cozy baby carriers on and her baby always with her

isn’t really fond of sitting her child in front of a tv but does vibe with gracie’s corner

but she would much prefer reading to her child or doing other activities to embrace her child’s imagination and creativity and knowledge

her little princess is always dressed in the finest fashion and wearing name brand clothes

you lowkey don’t get it because… aurelia isn’t even gonna be able to fit those clothes in couple months

she tells you respectfully mind your business and shut your mouth 😌

“yes ma’am”

happy wife, happy life 🫡

mel’s favorite thing to do with her family… FAMILY SELF CARE DAYS

i'm talking waking up early because y’all got appointments all throughout the day!

first thing y’all waking up and taking off cold sleep masks

a nice breakfast out at y’all favorite cute breakfast spot

now y’all gotta go to your early nails appointments

right after that the nice calm family spa

after that you guys gotta head to your hair appointments

then y’all end the day with a nice dinner out

serious tings neow!!!

now y’all know how i’ve been saying mel calls aurelia ‘“her little princess”

she lets her get away with EVERYTHING and ANYTHING

i feel it would come from her not wanting to have too many high expectations on aurelia like her mother had on her

and that leads to MASSIVE spoiling sprees 😬

it also leads to her stick up for her aurelia even when she is deadass in the wrong 🤦🏾‍♀️

it would get to a point where mel would get angry with you for giving aurelia any type of punishment

dare i say most the disagreements in your marriage came from you different views when it come to discipline for aurelia

like i’m talking arguments so bad y’all were sleeping in separate rooms

which means FOR A LONG time she was a permissive parent

lowkey… she would be a mother-in-law from hell NO KIDDING

but back on her parenting type..

which is a mix of permissive/attachment and then when you guys had a serious talk

you informed her of trying to change her ways and she starting getting into more of a positive parenting style like vi

when it comes to mel’s attachment parenting;

constant skin to skin contact right after she was born

she walked around with aurelia in the baby carrier

had aurelia sleeping in the middle of both of you

constantly had her in her arms

aurelia finally had her own room at the age of 3

now mel’s permissive parenting;

mel is a really nurturing and emotionally responsive parent

but didn’t believe in punishing aurelia or putting her foot down with her

which ultimately lead to aurelia having poor self regulation skills

when sitting down with mel to talk with her about how you both were parenting very differently and not in a good way…

that didn’t exactly go well..

it lead to another serious fight because aurelia would act one way with mel and act completely different with you and no one else because she knew she could get away with pretty much anything with mommy mel

the fight was so bad you stayed with your parents for a few days

so that meant mel was with aurelia 25/8

that’s when she started getting a glimpse of what everyone trying to tell her

because at some point in time keeping up that little princess facade for mel… aurelia would get tired of that and true colors show

after that you and mel sat down with one another and came to an agreement and the three of y'all went to family counseling 💛

mel is starting to understand that she can parent her daughter without plain spoiling... but she did make a habit of it so it's something that she has to work on breaking

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hope you enjoyed! ��( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

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tenderwatches · 3 days ago

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Summary: our boys lay eyes on each other things could be going better

"Ghost stories reveal the contours of our anxieties, the nature of our collective fear and desires, the things we can’t talk about any other way. The same past we’re most afraid to speak aloud of in the bright light of day tends to linger in the ghost stories we whisper in the dark." — Ghostland, by Colin Dickey

Jayce Talis is a man of science. He parses his world through observable truths, reaching for evidence in the unknown rather than accepting mysteries as beyond comprehension. As such, he’s never much considered himself to be prone to superstition or belief in the divine. No, he lives in the firm footing of reality—a man for whom even the vast mysteries of the Arcane are not without foundations that can be understood, predicted, and controlled.

This makes it all the more alarming to now find this city haunted by ghosts. At first, he ignores them. There is a tug in his chest, sudden sense memories that flood through him, ones he’s desperate to escape in the distraction of his work. But ignoring something never makes it vanish. It just closes a door on a fire that will still one day burn through it.

Dawn is breaking as he ambles through the still sleepy streets of Piltover. Chem-lamps burn bright on the corners in the half-light, chasing away the clinging chill of the damp spring morning. Fog still sits heavy over the city, blurring the edges of reality into something soft and dreamlike.

Jayce remembers a whole litany of mornings just like this one. He recalls himself as a child, shuffling after his father and blinking sleep from his eyes, eager to help stoke the fire in the family forge. Then himself as a teen, sprinting at breakneck pace past vendors as they unshutter their shops, racing to meet the tailor at first light to adjust his new academy uniform before his mother’s return, excited to show it off to her. And later still, arms overburdened with equipment, navigating the lower section of Piltover, heading toward his first private lab in the space the Kirimmans had approved.

For the most part, the memories today are kind, tinged with the fondness of nostalgia, the gentle grief of a time come and gone. But other thoughts lurk as well, lingering phantoms that clutch from the shadows. It is those thoughts that have helped him to understand that places can be haunted, that the ghosts living there aren’t spirits so much as regrets and longing, the empty air charged with the potential of what could have been.

He shrugs off the ache that lodges in his body as he skims close to the recollection of this walk done deliberately slower, his pace measured to match that of his partner, the dull rhythmic tap of a cane a staccato beat that undercut their hushed and frantic debates.

He’s halfway past the Drawsmith Arcade, his pace unconsciously quick now that there’s no one beside him to match steps with. Hurried footfalls rush from behind to meet him, pulling him from his memories.

“Mr. Talis!”

He turns sharply to meet the interloper, brows lifting in slight surprise to find that it’s Thomas. Why one of his fresh-faced lab assistants is flagging him down in the early dawn hours several city districts away from his private lab in Bluewind s beyond him. But he likes Thomas well enough—he’s not got the ambition of Sky Young, but he possesses a keen focus that has been helpful to Jayce since he accepted the boy’s application to work with him.

“Thomas,” he greets with a tone he hopes is polite. He sets a hand on the boy’s shoulder as he stoops to catch his breath a bit. “An early start today? And it’s Jayce, please.”

Thomas nods his head frantically as he begins to regain his composure. “I’m sorry, sir—uh, Jayce. I tried to catch you at home. I was on the third shift running diagnostics on the synthetic crystals and—” Jayce perks up at that. The synthetic hex crystals are the only nut the Council is particularly interested in him cracking. If he has to go one more round of dealing with them this morning, he’d love to at least bring them an update on the work that shows promise.

“Did they stabilise?” he interjects, and Thomas shakes his head, his expression grim.

“No, no, they, uh… liquified, I think is the best term for it.”

That has certainly never happened before—which is in itself intriguing, Jayce concedes—but not at all the results they were hoping for.

“It was a bit of a catastrophic meltdown, actually, uh… The stabilisation frame, the whole containment field—it’s all a bit of a mess. We may need to replace the components before we even attempt another trial—”

“Damn it!”

Thomas actually jumps a bit at his exclamation. Across the street, the woman opening her café shoots him a grim, judgemental stare, and he lifts a palm in awkward greeting.

He’s been like that lately, more frustrated, more prone to emotional outbursts. Most people, his lab staff included, are forgiving, but it makes Jayce feel twenty-one again, raw and reactive to the slightest provocation.

The feeling that he’s going in reverse gives him a helpless sense of implosion, a wild, horrible inversion of what he usually understands and expects from himself. He huffs out a laugh, falling back on affability and charm, and offers Thomas a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, sorry, Thomas. It’s good you told me. I’m headed to see the council as it is—I’ll see if Councillor Salo will approve additional funds with backing from Clan Ferros so we can replace those components. You just… document the full loss—oh, and make sure we don’t have a contamination risk on our hands from the meltdown—” He looks at the haggard, exhausted expression on Thomas’s thin face, still upturned to take in his every word. Ghosts nip at his heels. Another face, thin, growing thinner, sleepless nights of discovery. Impressions flicker on the edges of his memories like frantic moths against glass panes. “Actually, get some rest. Sky can pick up once she’s in.”

Thomas bids him goodbye, and he continues his walk through Mid Town. Above him, the shadowy hull of an airship lumbers over the skyline like a great beast, casting shadows over the gilded Piltover roofline. The sun breaks over the horizon as the Hexgate tower rolls to life, the massive globe of Runeterra shifting in its bearing to smoothly glide to a pinpointed location. There is the familiar charge of runes moving in patterns Jayce can trace by memory. He runs through them in his mind now as the blue glow of Hextech mixes with the frenetic oranges and pinks of dawn. The gate charges and releases. A streak of blue light cuts across the sky in a final exclamation mark—a truly miraculous moment of here and then gone.

He remembers the day the Hexgates officially opened, remembers Heimerdinger cutting the ribbon and lifting bright eyes in wonder, as if in his centuries of life, he’d never seen anything so extraordinary. The pure awe of discovery gleams in all those recollections, the glory and triumph of the moment others got to see and acknowledge his success… their success.

He hates that he can’t exorcise the sharp stab of shame the memory of his partner brings him. Distraction will have to do what his own inability to reshape his loss cannot. He forces his mind from memories to his present issue with the synthetic crystals as he mounts the steps to the academy in long strides. He waves at a gaggle of Academy students who watch his procession with eager expressions. His face is still plastered on the sides of buildings around town in spite of the fact Hextech hasn’t launched anything of note in almost two years.

The synthetic crystals will have to be the next breakthrough, or he won’t have funding to do much else. With Clan Ferros throwing their considerable weight behind the project, he’s not surprised by the push for momentum in this work—that the crystals are a material they exclusively produce probably has a great deal to do with it as well.

He’s sure there is some game in the background of all this, some political manoeuvring he’s missing, but it’s been long enough since he’s been a councillor that he’s lost the thread for who is trying to one-up whom in this town. He just needs them to keep sending funding and staying blissfully unaware of the more interesting and less sanctioned items he currently has in his lab.

His thoughts are still back in those secretive experiments when he nearly walks straight into Mel Medarda just outside the council chamber.

“Having you here for a meeting on time—should I assume you haven’t slept?” She gently jokes as he rights himself, feeling flustered in contrast to her breathtaking composure.

Jayce shoots her a half-smile, taking in the way the light glitters off the gold in her hair and on her skin. She looks radiant. “For once, I wasn’t in the lab all night.”

He can’t place the look she throws him—sympathy? Exasperation? A gulf stretches between them, one he hasn’t yet learnt to cross, even though their relationship hadn’t fallen apart in the expected sort of tragic dissolution. It hadn’t been leagues of passionate argument—it had been one conversation, hushed and angry, and Mel’s walls slamming up like a vice around her.

Mel had cared for him like a spring trap, luring him in with the promise of something they both desperately wanted. Part of him still loves the dream of the kind of man she had believed he could be. But he’d sprung that wonderful trap all too early, tripped the wire before either of them had intended, and she’d snapped shut.

He’d asked her in the time following the worst of the fallout how she was doing. She’d simply shaken her head sadly and cupped his jaw as his palm settled against her waist. “I can’t answer that for you, Jayce, because I’m not certain you could answer that for yourself.”

He’d simply blinked at her, bemused by the sudden care of her touch. It hadn’t felt like a lover’s hand for once, but like one might hold an injured animal. He only realised what she’d meant by that much later—Mel wouldn’t settle for the obligation of his pity, only the sincerity of his care. She deserved that much from him.

The years have been kind to their estrangement; Mel’s still clever and determined, and it’s hard not to admire her when she looks at him. She must remember a time when there had been more intimate softness there between them. He certainly does. He can remember the first time she kissed him, how it felt to be held by her, tender and sheltered as the night closed around them in sacred silence.

But he isn’t that man anymore. Her own eyes hold something that might be guilt, and he isn’t entirely certain it’s guilt for him. Mel Medarda has broken some pact with herself, and while he believes in her ability to forgive him for the mess he made of everything in the final days of their relationship, he wonders if she’ll ever be capable of forgiving herself for whatever promise she broke in her mind.

Whatever the case, they are friends, and her face chases away the fog of sorrow that has been clinging to him all morning. Mel will always be the sunlight in every room she stands in. Jayce is happy for her warmth.

“I’m starting to feel like Clan Ferros is deliberately sending me flawed materials to delay our next innovation,” he tells her.

She smirks as she replies, “Oh, I wouldn’t put it past them—but if that were the case, I imagine they’d use a far more subtle approach, and certainly not one that requires them to empty their coffers.”

She tucks her hand into his proffered arm as they move into the council chambers. Only Councillor Hoskel is present, tapping his fingers on the tabletop as he rifles through papers Jayce is sure he’s not actually reading, and pointedly ignores them both. Jayce and Mel pause in the shadows of the columns by the door, and Mel leans in close to keep their conversation quiet.

“I assume you’ll need my help again today, Jayce, with Salo? He’s going to make a fuss if you’re here for more with nothing to show for it.” He sighs, already feeling the threat of a headache at considering the rounds of debates he’ll have to sit through.

“Mel, I don’t know how they expect they can hold my leash this tight and have me reach a breakthrough of any magnitude, but yes. I need more time and certainly more supplies. I’m looking at cleaning up a literal meltdown at the lab today.” She gives him an assessing look, and for one wild moment, he thinks she might refuse him.

Then, she lifts her hand from his arm and sets her shoulders back. “I’ll need something from you in return then.”

He blinks for a moment before he catches the steel in her gaze. She has a gambit she must be running and needs a new piece to play. If it means keeping the hounds from his heels, he’ll play her game every time. At least he can trust the outcome will always be well-intended with Mel.

“I’d expected no less,” he answers, adopting the cocky little expression he knows she finds deeply amusing.

She pats his cheek fondly. “You may only be a former member of this council, but I do enjoy that you still understand the game.” She glides away from him at that, calling her greeting to Hoskel, and Jayce moves to meet Heimerdinger as the professor toddles in.

What follows is about what he expects from a council meeting he’s been summoned to: a dressing down for lack of progress balanced with a great deal of jockeying for insight into what is actually forthcoming.

Jayce smooths over what concerns he can and blesses every star in the sky to have Mel backing him as he nearly begs Salo to submit his request for additional funds. It would have been a blow to his ego a few years ago, but now, he’s just pleased that he isn’t sitting behind the desk having to compose that particular request himself.

“Perhaps what you need is another sound mind to bounce your ideas off of!” Heimerdinger suggests with an enthusiastic gleam in his eyes. Jayce wants to stare, slack-jawed.

“With respect, Professor, we know I can’t… ” He swallows, heat rising under his collar. “I have lab assistants—great ones,” he hurries to say, hoping this buries the words caught in his throat.

“I might know someone.”

Jayce swears he sees the corners of the yordle’s moustache rising as Mel draws his attention away. She gracefully pulls him into the tailwinds of a disagreement over trade with Councillor Bolbok, which he soothes with a gentle insinuated promise about Hexgate access. She relaxes back into her seat, giving him a tiny, satisfied smile.

With his morning tied up with a neat little bow and the sun creeping ever higher, he is blissfully relieved to be dismissed when the council’s concerns shift. Giving Cassandra Kiramman a nod of respectful acknowledgement and staunchly avoiding Mel’s gaze to avoid appearing too smug at their little political farce, he exits the chambers and walks straight into the past.

All breath leaves his body at once, a shock so pure it feels like he might actually faint.

There, perched on a little golden bench across from the council chambers, is Viktor. It’s been almost two years since he’s seen his partner’s face in person, but there it is, soft and beautiful, not yet aware of Jayce’s presence. Viktor’s crutch lays across his thighs, and it’s such a familiar pose; it’s like he’s been there for Jayce all along, a memory he’s somehow made flesh.

Light filters through the glass panes behind Viktor, catching tiny particles that almost appear luminous in its beams. His chin tips back to greet the sun like a flower seeking sustenance. He looks much the same as how Jayce remembers him before they parted. Sharp as a knife, an elegant face sculpted from shadow into peaks and valleys that he knows as well as his own fingerprints. His hair is longer than Jayce has ever seen him wear it, deep auburn and wild. Jayce aches to touch him with a hunger that feels like madness—at the same time, he’s terrified even the lightest brush might shatter some illusion he’s found himself trapped by.

Instead, he catalogues each detail he can find: Viktor looks sick, hollowed out. His skin is thin as spun gossamer, gone nearly translucent so he can see the blue of his veins pressing through like striations on marble. To see him so diminished breaks Jayce apart and makes him whole again all at once, because, impossibly, madly, Viktor is here. He’s alive and not miles away, choking to death in the tomb of the Undercity that Jayce knows, has to know, can’t help but to know he sent him back to.

Time seems to bend like molten glass, simultaneously stretching backward and rushing forth. The ghosts become him, a torrent of arguments they never even had, apologies he’s written and rewritten in his mind. He wants to run from the shame that wrecks him, wants to fall on his knees like a supplicant, beg like a dog.

All he can manage is a shaky exhale bearing the other man’s name.

“Viktor.”

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AN: This was chapter two, 'Ghostland', from our fic Lies We Tell Ourselves! you can read the rest on AO3, where we've posted up to chapter 14!! (and we update tomorrow + a SPECIAL Valentine's day update on friday in addition to our usual Sunday chapter!) we'll continue to post full chapters here for funsies though :)) Thanks for reading and reblogging!! it's very dear to us 💖

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lamb-of-wrath · 2 days ago

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some caitvi foreplay from chapter 237846237423

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zoeylastrapes · 2 days ago

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I need a crossover AU where the saviors find Jinx and Negan adopts her. UGH I wish I could write and draw

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melvika | 3k | E | kinkuary

day 12 : daddy kink

Like everything with Mel, it starts as an act of defiance. Not unlike when they started fucking. Unfortunately, like most things with Mel, including the fucking, it turns into something more.

Dating one of the most powerful and influenceable woman in Piltover comes with consequences, many of which Sevika doesn’t truly complain about, mainly the one that has her taking the saying fuck the rick very literally, driving the point home every night with her tongue wretching wrecked moans from Mel.

One of them unfortunately consists in attending those rich, extravagant galas, filled with pretentious arseholes and plastic smiles, pathetic small talk, and reeking of hypocrisy. It turns Sevika’s blood to ice.

For Mel, she attends those. Can’t trust any of those filthy wandering paws from getting too cozy during the conventional dancing.

The thing is, it also means she has to nurture her arousal silently for hours on end all the while Mel parades in all her glory, the way she does right now, wearing the most low-cut, extremely tight and maddening silk dress as she plays the crowd like they’re pawns.

Jealousy burns down Sevika’s throat at the way the fabric kisses her skin so freely. It ought to be snatched up to her golden thighs, glistening under the low light of their bedroom to be replaced by Sevika’s mouth, her fingers, ripped apart by the force of Mel fucking herself onto her.

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Love and Death Change All // A Sevika One Shot (to the heart)

Angst // Violence // Fluff Sevika x ME

Sevika let out a growl as her fist connected with my jaw, sending me flying backwards into the concrete wall. “Traitor.” She screamed.

My head pounded hard against the barrier, my eyes widening as she closed the gap between us. Her arm raised again, faster than I could process, but things started to move in slow motion after she hesitated.

She hesitated.

In the split second our eyes met, I caught my bloody, tear-eyed reflection in the grey of her gaze before the world slowly started going dark. The corners of my vision started to close in, but not before I saw that grave sadness in her eyes. I saw her breath catch in her throat as if her lungs were collapsing, drowning in something no one could understand. Though it was only a moment, it was enough for me to picture us in a different world.

The two of us, sitting on a soft, torn sofa in our living room, abusing all the snacks in the house. A soapy drama playing quietly in the backdrop that neither of us paid any attention to because the only thing to attend to in this moment was us in a warm embrace.

Her fingers were entangled in my hair. My ear was against her beating heart, trying to memorize the pattern of it. After sun fall, we laid in the same bed, and I held her tight. She whispered in my ear, half asleep, telling me that the only place she’s ever felt safe was in my arms.

I melted into her words like a candle to a flame.

The wrinkles on her face weren't so prominent in this reality and the scars weren't so deep. Her breath was warm against my neck- a gentle lullaby that put me to sleep.

Mornings with Sevika always started with her groaning dramatically when I tried waking her up. She wasn't a morning person at all, until she smelled coffee of course.

Big baby never liked conversing early in the morning, and honestly neither did I, so I only pulled her into a hug and kissed her softly after she stumbled out of our bedroom.

I loved watching her sip her coffee because she looked peaceful. Truly peaceful, and that's all I ever wanted for her. She grumbled that I always made it just how she liked it - dark with hints of mocha and cardamom. The cheek-to-cheek smile she always had me wearing made my face hurt.

Thankfully, Silco didn't send my woman on rough missions often anymore because he knew how much I hated seeing her get hurt. Yet, there were still some rough nights she'd come home with bruised knuckles and cuts on her cheeks. We'd argue every so often about it when she acted like it was nothing, but at the end of it, I was always tending to her wounds and patching her up.

It always hurt to clean blood off Sevika's face, and I knew she could tell. She was quiet. Just two grey orbs, watching me the entire time as I took care of her, and she'd always mumble that I worried too much.

Sometimes we would try cooking together, but it'd be an absolute disaster, so we'd just warm up something in the freezer instead. While she cleaned up, I loved dancing in the kitchen to old songs that reminded me of her. She'd push me out of her way, acting like I was being annoying, but I would catch the corners of her mouth turning up. It didn't take long before she slipped her hands around my waist, swaying us to the music with effortless rhythm.

She was my other half. The only reason I forgave the world was because she was in it.

And I was never religious. I never bowed my head to Janna or clasped my hands together in prayer, but when Sevika whispered my name, it was like I finally understood devotion.

Some of our best nights were wasted away at The Last Drop. Her big hands placing drinks in mine as if they were free, then wrapping her jacket around me when the liquid one wasn't warm enough.

All she ever really wanted in her life was community, and I wanted whatever she wanted, so the bar is where I found myself most nights. I loved watching Sev tease whoever she could get her metal fingers on, because being a huge asshole was her love language. It was rare seeing such genuine life in her eyes outside of when she was winning poker games and rambling on like a drunkard, with me there by her side.

The sultry feeling of her hands on my waist as she yanked me into her lap while cursing out and laughing at someone across the table. That pure Sevika energy, always dominating the bar. Her adrenaline and liveliness, so contagious. I’d almost fall backwards off her lap, laughing so hard at her stupid remarks dealing with the intoxicated old men, but her huge arm kept me in place like a seatbelt.

When she was here, so spirited, there was nothing else I could see. The whole world spun in slow motion around her. The noises around us were nothing but a blur, and for me, it was only her. Her storm-striken gaze was always more expressive than she’d wish, thundering and rainy, and that smirk sat upon her face like a crown. I’d catch myself watching her too closely, too often, like she was the only color in a black and white world.

When the dim lights of the bar outlined her side profile, it looked like she was from a dream I was trying to recreate. Even though she was right here. Even though her lap was my throne every night, in front of hundreds of people that would do anything to get as much as a handshake out of her.

The surges of love I felt for her made my blood rush as fast as the adrenaline. I got to go home with her every night. I was hers and she was mine.

Until the world ended, into the afterlife, just Sevika and I.

When I felt the knife twist in my gut, it wasn’t metaphorical. I gasped as I looked down to see the blood leaking out of the fresh hole in my abdomen. My gaze slowly moved back up to meet Sevika’s eyes, and in them, once again, I saw a place where life was once faultless.

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00valentina-writes00 · 22 hours ago

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Pornstar!sevika x newbie pornstar!reader? 🙏🏻

Ahem I’m living for this tbh

♡♥︎Breaking You In♥︎♡

Warnings: strap on sex, Sevika has an ego, camera crew is watching (but only mentioned briefly)

You shouldn’t be this nervous.

You’ve prepped, practiced in the mirror, even touched yourself the night before just to make sure your body would be ready for whatever was thrown at you. But as you sit on the edge of the bed in nothing but a thin silk robe, hands gripping your knees, you feel like you’re about to fucking pass out.

Because she’s here.

Sevika.

A professional. A legend. The kind of performer who makes even the most seasoned porn stars look like amateurs. She’s been doing this for years, and it shows in every video she’s in—how effortlessly she takes control, how she makes her partners fall apart beneath her, how she always seems to know exactly what they need before they even realize it themselves.

And now she’s standing across from you, arms crossed, robe open just enough to reveal the toned muscle of her abdomen, the deep, confident smirk that tells you she’s already figured you out.

“You look nervous,” Sevika says, her voice smooth like smoke, just a little bit amused. She sits down beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight, and her knee brushes against yours. “First time working with a pro?”

You swallow hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

“First time on camera?”

You shake your head. “No, just… first time with you.”

She chuckles at that, low and knowing. “That supposed to mean something?”

Yes. It does. But you can’t say that.

Instead, you glance at the camera crew setting up in the corner, the low murmur of directors and lighting techs making sure everything is perfect. It’s easy to forget they’re there when Sevika is sitting this close, her presence drowning out everything else.

“Relax,” she says, voice quieter now, just for you. Her fingers reach for the tie of your robe, teasing it loose with slow, deliberate pulls. “You let me take care of you, you’ll be fine.”

You let out a shaky breath as the silk slides off your shoulders, pooling around your waist. Your skin prickles under her gaze, every inch of you bared in the warm studio light.

Sevika’s eyes drag over your body like she’s savoring the view, taking her time. And then, she leans in. Not to kiss you—no, that would be too easy. Instead, she breathes against the curve of your jaw, so close you can feel the warmth of her lips but not the touch itself.

“Lie back,” she murmurs.

You do. Because of course you do.

Sevika follows, shedding her robe with ease, revealing the long, thick strap already secured to her hips—black, gleaming, intimidating. She’s gorgeous, all corded muscle and smooth, scarred skin, her body honed from years of knowing exactly what it’s capable of.

She climbs over you, settling between your legs, hands bracketing your ribs. Her weight is grounding, her touch firm but not rough—yet.

“Ever taken one this big before?” she asks, dragging the head of the toy through your slick folds, teasing you with the barest pressure.

You shake your head, fingers twisting in the sheets. “No.”

That makes her smile. “Good.”

Her hands move to your thighs, spreading you wider, pressing your knees up toward your chest. The stretch makes you gasp, but Sevika only hums in approval. She rolls her hips forward, letting you feel the blunt pressure of the strap against your entrance, not pushing in yet—just giving you a taste.

You squirm beneath her, heat pooling low in your belly. The anticipation is unbearable, but she’s patient, dragging this out, making sure you feel every slow grind of her hips against yours.

“You want it?” she asks, voice rougher now, her control slipping just enough to let you hear the hunger underneath.

“Yes,” you whisper, then— “Please.”

“That’s a good girl.”

And then she pushes in.

The stretch is immediate, overwhelming, your body fighting to adjust to the sheer size of her. Your back arches, a sharp gasp spilling from your lips, and Sevika groans at the sight. She doesn’t bottom out right away, giving you just enough to make your toes curl, to make your nails dig into her arms.

“Fuck,” you breathe, every muscle tensing.

Sevika’s hands slide up your ribs, gripping your wrists, pinning them above your head as she lowers herself closer. “Relax,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your throat, a contrast to the way she holds you down. “Breathe through it.”

You do as she says, sucking in a shaky breath, forcing your body to give in to the slow, relentless push of her cock. And then, finally, she bottoms out, hips flush against yours, the weight of her pressing you into the mattress.

“Goddamn,” Sevika groans, rolling her hips just once, just to hear the sound you make. “You feel that?”

You whimper, nodding, because fuck, you do. You feel everything.

She doesn’t move at first, just lets you adjust, lets you feel how deep she is, how full you are. And then, once she knows you can take it—once she feels your thighs relax, your breathing slow—she starts to move.

Slow at first, dragging her cock out inch by inch before sliding back in just as slow, making sure you feel every inch of her. The friction makes your whole body burn, every nerve alight with sensation.

“You take me so well,” Sevika murmurs, watching your face, reading every twitch, every shudder. “Knew you would.”

She fucks you like she’s done this a thousand times before, because she has. But she still makes it feel like it’s just for you—like she’s savoring the way you stretch around her, the way you gasp every time she sinks in deep.

She doesn’t rush, doesn’t pound into you like some amateur trying to prove something. No, she keeps it steady, controlled, dragging pleasure out of you in slow, deliberate waves.

And when you start to fall apart, when your whimpers turn into desperate moans, Sevika smirks down at you, voice thick with satisfaction.

“There it is,” she murmurs, fucking into you harder now, faster, your body rocking beneath hers. “Knew you’d sound pretty once I got you warmed up.”

You claw at her back, hips lifting to meet her thrusts, chasing the friction, the overwhelming pleasure building inside you.

“Look at you,” she growls, her grip tightening on your wrists. “You were so nervous, and now you’re fucking yourself on my cock like you need it.”

You do. God, you do.

And Sevika knows it.

She keeps going, pushing you higher, dragging you toward that sharp, unbearable edge. And when you finally shatter, when you cry out her name and clench around her, she doesn’t stop.

She fucks you through it, making you take every last bit of it, making sure you remember exactly who made you come undone like this.

And when it’s over—when you’re spent, trembling, panting beneath her—Sevika leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Welcome to the industry,” she murmurs, a smirk in her voice.

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I just finished reading Your Dearest Fantasy and OH MY GOD, it’s perfection! The way you write is incredible. I’m gonna read everything you write and recommend all your CaitVi fics!! Please never stop writing them lol

AHHHH OH MY GOD ur so sweet thank you so much!!! 💕💕💕💕 CaitVi inspires me to INSANITY, I genuinely want to write so much more of them lol. Thank you for finding me here!!

I actually haven’t posted the link on tumblr, but if anyone is interested in an emotional smutty oneshot inspired ‘not a lot, just forever’ by Adrienne Lenker that ended up turning into a 34k character study fic this is her!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61692937/chapters/157707640

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⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Vampire!Caitlyn x Reader

Synopsis: {Caitlyn finds you bleeding on her doorstep, she saves you… kind of} AN: vampire girlfriends, vampire girlfriends!! ✮Masterlist is here <3

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You had to be the most unluckiest woman in the world, born into a household whose love extended no further than a simple smile or a nod— your father, a magistrate who was rarely home and your mother? Left on your tenth birthday. The Nannie’s raised you, with their strict rules and punishments.

None of which prepared you for the true harshness of the world— the cutthroat work ethic that left you exhausted, the marriage proposals your father set up and told you nothing about, selling you off to the highest bidder like some broodmare.

They would all laugh if they could see you right now, curled up into a tiny ball on the porch of the supposedly abandoned Kiramman estate— hand weakly pressed against your side in a feeble attempt to try and stop the bleeding, warm, sticky crimson liquid seeping in between your fingers and pooling beneath you. Just your luck, of course, you’d get mugged the night before your engagement, to a Lord no less.

That’s where she found you, bleeding all over her doorstep practically offering yourself up to her on a silver platter— the pleading glint in your glassy eyes accompanied by that pathetic sound that escapes your chapped lips stops her from drinking you dry, just about.

Caitlyn didn’t have the patience for humans, they’re too sensitive, the tiniest of things sent them off into a tiff— she was in half a mind to leave, until you lifted your head upwards and stole her attention. Oh? you were so beautiful even in the face of death, a fading star she felt oddly compelled to save. It wasn’t sympathy that drove her to drag your body into her home, surely not, no, she had left all that behind, what? Centuries ago now, maybe more?

This was different, certainly, she could make good use of you, that was all there was to it, you’d be beneficial. The last of her maids were well— no longer on this earth, bless their hearts.

However, like most humans, you proved to be difficult. She had tried everything to keep you alive and everything had failed— typical. By this point, she was in too deep to just give up on you, damn the stubborn Kiramman genes. It’s why she takes a knife to her palm, dripping a few drops of her vampiric blood into your mouth— it was a stupid idea, turning you just to save you, it would bring a plethora of unwanted troubles, honestly what possessed her?

Caitlyn couldn’t lie to herself though, watching you wake up on her bed was quite a sight— one she couldn’t pry her eyes from as she looms within the shadows of her old bedroom, completely unbeknownst to you.

Your body felt heavy as if your bones were made from cement as you push yourself to stand up from the bed— a bed that certainly wasn’t yours, in a house that you didn’t recognise at all. Your body works faster than your mind, burning with panic as you rush through the hallways, frantically trying to find an escape.

Oh, how adorable you were— perhaps Caitlyn could have some fun for once. She stalks after you, candle flames snuffing out thanks to her cape as she walks after you.

“What? Is my hospitality really that awful?” Her smooth, velvety accent sounds throughout the room�� you turn around with a sharp gasp, your back hitting the front door, hands clutching at the metal doorknob that you’re so desperately tugging at.

“you— you— yo-” the words came out all strained, tripping over yourself as you rattle the door with a desperate cry.

“I, yes I saved you, so the least you can do is thank me, my dear… it’s only polite.” She smirks, and then you see her for who she really is beneath the flickering lights of the oil lamps, the pointed tip of her fangs, the reddish hue in her eyes…

The realisation hits you and you waste not even a second before turning around and yanking on the door— crying out for help like some madwoman, hands banging on the thick old oak that doesn't budge, only groans in protest. Caitlyn moves swiftly, leaning up against the door with a small perplexed frown, watching in slight amusement as you scramble backwards, falling against the marble floor.

“You don’t want to go outside unless you wish to be reduced to cinders.” She sighs, rubbing her temples slowly.

You shake your head in disbelief. “Wha— what— you didn’t?” You tremble, shaky hands reaching up to poke at your teeth, hands feeling the dead coldness of your skin. You let out such a jarring cry. Humans.

The thought of letting you go popped into her mind, however, it went as fast as it came as she shakes the thought away, kneeling before you— hands held out defensively as she watches you curl up into a ball like some wounded, quivering animal. Poor thing.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is, dearest.” She coos gently, reaching her hand out to wipe her knuckle across your cheek to catch a stray tear. “The hunger will be horrific, I only want to help.”

God, she sounded too kind, the care in her words dripping with gentle sweetness— care? No this wasn’t who she was. Caitlyn sworn to herself long ago to leave such fragile emotions behind, behind with everything else. She quickly retracts her hand with a scoff.

“Hunger— what hunger?”

“Do I really need to spell it out for you?” Her tone was flat and emotionless once more.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline that made you snap suddenly. “Well, I’m sorry. I wake up in a stranger's bed, feeling like I’ve just had a house dropped on me— with you, whatever you are, chasing me.” Oh? Caitlyn was taken aback slightly at your angered tone, laced with the slightest twinge of sarcasm, it had her eyes slightly widening in surprise.

Her lips purse out slightly as she turns her head to the side, gaze fixed on some old painting. “I was not chasing you.” Her words come with a huff, stealing a glance at you from the corner of her eye.

Goodness, she looks much less threatening now, kneeling in front of you, arms crossed over her chest and pouting? It was a little funny and perhaps you would’ve laughed if the situation was different.

“Either way you need my help, so there’s no point in huffing about it.” She scoffs, sticking her chin out in confidence as she casts a judgmental gaze over you— your hair was a mess, mascara stains tracking down your cheeks, not to mention the state of your dress, the fabric ripped and stained with dried blood. You did look terrible.

So, reluctantly, Caitlyn extends her ever-so-gracious hospitality to you once more— letting you use her en-suite bathroom to clean yourself up, even giving you a hand-me-down dress. Which she didn’t expect you to be so, stunning in, but hells the thing— outdated as it may be— was practically made for you, the way it framed your figure so deliciously. She was staring.

Caitlyn blinks herself back into attention. “There, now you look less like you’ve just been murdered.” Her joke clearly didn’t land because you all but shoot her a mean-looking glare, too soon perhaps. Although you really shouldn’t blame her, it had been a while since she had conversed with another person.

“Well— that’ll do.” She breaks through the awkward silence as you busy yourself with tidying up your hair. Then she’s turning heel and just leaving, stopping at the threshold of the door as your hand darts out to catch hers.

Her eyes meet yours beneath the low, flickering glow of the oil lamps— confusion crossing over her face as your fingers curl around hers, looking up at her with wide eyes. You truly were so hauntingly beautiful. “Where are you going?” The sound of your scoff hardens her expression almost immediately.

“My study. And no you are not to follow me. If you need me, shout.” Her voice was stern, cold in a way that makes you shiver as she yanks her hand out from your grasp— defined brows knitting together in strictness. Study off limits it seems.

“So what am I to do? Sit around twiddling my thumbs all day?” Your bratty tone was met with an exasperated sigh, a quite dramatic one at that.

“You will clean each room— then you’ll have an hour to yourself, explore the library if you must. By the evening your first hunger will hit and well… well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” With that she’s walking down the halls, rubbing her temples and cursing beneath her breath, before you could bombard her with any more vexing questions.

A feeling of dread washes over Caitlyn as she locks herself in her study, rummaging through each and every book in hopes it might provide some guidance to help you through this inevitably painful process. She finds one book, one, with one measly chapter on a Vampires first hunger— she collapses onto her desk with a heavy sigh, face buried in her hands.

God help her, what had she gotten herself into?

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Time and Time again - chapter 3

cw: death of a parent

The second time Jayce meets Viktor is many many years later. He's not kept in touch, he's not been able to keep in touch. A lot has happened. His father passes away; an accident in the forge from which he did not recover. Jayce had taken it hard but his mother had taken it harder. So he had to step in. Help in the house, stay with her, keep her company, run errands, cook from time to time. She´d struggled to find someone to take over leadership in the forge. Little Jayce, no older than eight years old, had offered to take over his father's position, but his Ma had only laughed, kissed his cheek and told him that he'd have to wait a few more years for that. So he did. He waited and he grew and his mother got better but was never the same and her friend got pregnant and had a little girl. Caitlyn. When Jayce is nine, she is one and has just learned how to crawl and pull herself up on his leg. She's adorable. He's always wanted a little sister, so he treats her as such.

It´s good for his mother, Jayce thinks. She spends a lot of time just watching Jayce play with her goddaughter, smiling softly. Her hair has gotten a lot grayer very quickly and it frightens Jayce but he says nothing. He´s afraid to lose her, too, so he hugs her good night without exception and when his hugs get just a little bit too tight, she laughs and kisses the top of his head and tells him how much she loves him.

Jayce is eleven when he builds his mother a first set of prosthetics for the fingers she´s lost in that blizzard all those years ago. They´re clumsy and unwearable but his mother still keeps them, shows them off proudly, lets little three year old Caitlyn play with them. When Cait is four and curious to explore the spaces she´s not allowed to explore, she finds the small metal plane that´s too heavy to fly. In excitement, she runs around with the plane above her head, almost crashing into Jayce before zooming around him and down the hall. Jayce notices too late what she´s been holding in her hand: the plane that he had stuffed into the deepest corner of his bookshelf, out of shame. It hadn´t taken his parents long to figure it out, not with Jayce coming home later and later, smelling like smells they don´t have up in Piltover. His mother had been shocked, his father angry. He had forbidden him to ever go down there again. When Jayce had tried to sneak out a few nights later, the plane clutched to his chest, his father had caught him at the door and smacked him so hard, he´d seen stars for just a moment. While his mother had held her sobbing son in her arms, shocked by her own husbands behaviour, his father had taken the plane from Jayce. He´d only gotten it back after his father had passed. And now, Cait is playing with it.

“Ma!”, Jayce yells down the hallway, running after Caitlyn who´s just laughing in delight. “Ma, she has to give it back!”

“Then ask her nicely to return it, sweetie,” his mother answers softly from the living room. After catching up with Caitlyn, he holds onto her arm so she won´t run again, stretching out a hand.

“Give it back.”

“No! It´s mine now!”

“It´s not yours! It´s mine, give it back!”

“No, no, no!”

Jayce, in all his frustration, starts crying, pushes Caitlyn to the floor to snatch the plane from her again and locks himself in his room. He´s eleven, he´s too old to cry, but he does, the plane held against his chest. Outside, he can hear his mother gently shushing a crying Caitlyn. But Jayce doesn´t care. He told her to give it back but she didn´t listen! It´s not his fault, she didn´t listen!

Hours later, there´s a knock at his door. Jayce is too tired to get up and open the door, so he just hums loud enough for whoever´s out there to hear and go away. There´s soft voices outside, very much sounding like Ma and Caitlyn. After some time, he can hear the lock turning in his door. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees Caitlyn proudly handing the coin back to his mother before stomping inside. She looks sleepy, like she´s just woken up from a nap, and Jayce feels very bad for having pushed her earlier. Her short, blue hair is sticking up in all directions, her cheeks are red from sleep, her eyes puffy. His mother stays in the doorway, watches Caitlyn struggle to climb up onto Jayce´s bed. After watching her for a moment, Jayce sniffles and sits up, reaching out to give her a hand. She happily takes it. After sitting down next to him, Caitlyn is eyeing the plane in his hand.

“I´m sorry I took your toy,” she says, eyes honest and serious.

“And I´m sorry that I pushed you…I shouldn´t have done that,” murmurs Jayce, filled with shame and guilt.

“My little angels,” his Ma chuckles from the doorway. “I´ll go make you two some hot cinnamon milk, hm?”

Caitlyn squeals happily while Jayce, wiping his nose on his shoulder, nods lightly.

“Thanks, Ma.”

After his mother has left, Caitlyn flops against Jayce, looking up from where her head is leaning against his arm.

“Your mama said that you got the toy from a friend that you can´t see anymore. Why?”

Taking a deep breath, Jayce fights against the sudden rush of nerves.

“He…is from Zaun. You know, when you go over the bridge.”

“You went over the bridge?”

Chuckling, Jayce nods.

“Yeah, a couple of times. He helped me when I got lost down there. See that scar?” He strokes his hair from his forehead to where the scar from that nasty fall has split a corner of his eyebrow in half before travelling up and over his temple. Caitlyn nods, eyes large. “I fell through a crack all the way down to Zaun. I think they closed that crack a few weeks later. But he found me and helped me to get back home. He likes building things, like me, so we became friends.”

“Are you still friends?”, she asks, voice small and curious.

“I don´t know…I haven´t seen him since before you were even born. I…don´t think he wants to see me anymore.”

“But he made you a plane!” Cait argues. Chuckling, Jayce nods and rubs his eyes. His emotional outburst has left him feeling dry and shaky.

“My mama always says, when you cry a lot you have to take a nap!”

Jayce watches Caitlyn stand up on the bed, tucking the blanket out from beneath Jayce and lifting it to the side.

“Nap time!”, she then declares, waiting for a giggling Jayce to lay down before she tucks him in and curls up next to him.

“But didn´t you already have a nap?”, Jayce asks.

“Papa sometimes has two naps as well,” she explains, a cheeky grin on her small face.

When Ximena returns with two cups of steaming milk, Jayce and Caitlyn are fast asleep, Caitlyn holding onto Jayce´s pinkie while Jayce has the plane still held close to his chest. With a smile, she turns off the lights and lets them sleep.

Jayce is in his teens when he gets diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and depression. It makes sense, really. His emotional outbursts, his sudden shifts in mood, his inability to be alone in new social situations. He´s seventeen and Caitlyn is nine and he´s freaking out. Again. It´s nothing new, at this point, but Caitlyn still rolls her eyes at him.

“Relax! You´re so dramatic. It´s just a test, you´ll be fine.”

“It´s my graduation exam, you brat,” whines Jayce, throwing a pillow at her.

“And it´s in almost two years! You´re fine.”

Turns out, he really is fine. The graduation exam is no big deal, it´s fairly easy. Still, Jayce is freaking out every step of the way. And then he gets a spot at the Academy and he´s twenty-one and fresh out of school and Heimerdinger personally comes over to give him the good news. And Jayce is freaking the fuck out.

There is, again, no reason to. The Academy is huge but Heimerdinger is more than happy to show him around and take him under his wing until he´s found his own way through the large, confusing hallways. The courses are challenging, but fun. Caitlyn is thirteen now and very much in her teen-phase. Luckily, Jayce is already done with that. Somehow he´d hoped that the depressive episodes would just stop once he reached a certain age, once he´d get accepted to the Academy and move to one large, spacious dorm rooms. They don´t. They get worst, for the most part. There are days where everything Jayce can do is roll around in bed and send off a text to either Heimerdinger or Caitlyn - depending on the day. There are days where eating is hard, where he starts crying when his Ma - gray hair grayer and with more wrinkles on her face - shows up at his doorstep with food and a warm embrace. And then there are the up-days. The days where everything is perfect, where he feels untouchable, where nothing feels like a challenge. He has one of those days when he decides to ignore Heimerdingers warning that, if he continues with this project, he might get into big trouble.

He´s twenty five and, for the first time in seventeen years, on his way down to Zaun to buy supplies. Supplies that would raise eyebrows if bought in Piltover. Not technically illegal but also not quite legal. It´s not too hard now, to walk over the bridge. He waves at the Enforcers standing guard, they nod their head in recognition. He gets recognized now. As a top student of the Academy, as head of the House Talis, as friend of the Kiramman household. Caitlyn, now seventeen, has started her training to become an Enforcer. And she´s good, if her own word is anything to go by. Sure, she´s just started, and she still has a long way to go, but Jayce doesn´t know who else could do it, if not her.

Spacing out, his feet carry him the painfully familiar path down into Zaun. Before he can think about it, he´s standing in front of the shop he used to sneak into as a child, to play with Viktor. He´s thought a lot about him, especially lately. He wonders if Viktor is still down here, if he still needs that cane, if he´s still so brutally blunt, if he still likes to build and create and explore, if the planes he builds now can fly, if his eyes are still as golden and full of life as they used to be. Turns out, he doesn´t have to wonder long. Because, pushing open the door, he´s face to face with the only true friend he´s had growing up. No, that´s not quite right. That is Viktor, there´s no doubt, but he´s grown as well. His features have become more angular, his noice sharper. His lips are a bit fuller, his skin even paler - is that even possible? There are a few rings in his ears that make Jayce´s brain pause for the fraction of a second. But his shoulders are still as narrow as Jayce remembers them being, his hair still brown,now grown out a bit more. His brows are still as pronounced, there´s still that little mole on his cheek and beneath his eye. Oh, his eyes. They´re still golden and bright, large and round and - very angry, all of a sudden.

The door falls shut behind Jayce and all of a sudden he´s not quite sure what he´s even doing here. Viktor, still quite a bit smaller than him, has shot one look towards his general direction before turning and - still with a cane, but of course a newer model now - disappears behind a curtain. Voices start talking, arguing. Jayce can make out the soft thrill of Viktor´s accent and his heart aches for a moment. Stepping up to the counter, Jayce can do nothing but wait. Leaving would be weird, Viktor already knows he´s here.

The curtain parts and back outside steps… not Viktor. It´s a little boy instead, with dark brown skin and white hair. There´s a streak of dirt on his cheek and the gloves he´s wearing look three numbers too big but he still steps behind the counter.

“What can I do for you on this fine, fine day?”, he asks, grinning. Jayce raises an eyebrow, blinking in surprise.

“Uh…what?”

“What´d you want, man? You´re here to buy something, aren´t you?” The kid leans over the counter into Jayce´s space, leading him to take a step back.

“I…uh…yes! Yes, I´ve got a list…just, give me a - where´s this fucking - ah! There it is!”

The kid watches with detached amusement as Jayce fumbles with the list before simply handing it over. The kid grabs it, and disappears back behind the curtain. The voices pick back up, this time the kids is louder.

“...you´re just hiding here! …such a wuss, I swear- No …you gotta help me anyways with…”

Minutes later, he comes back, grinning proudly while carrying a large box in both hands. Behind him, the soft, familiar thunk thunk thunk already announcing his presence, is Viktor, holding a bag in his right hand and the cane in his left.

“There you go, man! Vik, ring him up, why don´t you? I´ve got…Benzo just called! Be right there!”

What a blatant lie. Both Jayce and Viktor just stare after the kid who rushes back behind the curtain, laughing. When Jayce turns back around, Viktor is already frowning at him. God, it´s so good to see him. And god, he´s so angry.

“So…”

“Here´s your stuff,” interrupts Viktor, having finished counting everything out onto the counter. Jayce once again fumbles with his backpack, rips it open and starts filling it.

“I…uhm…”

He´s really not sure what to say. Fuck. Why didn´t he think he´d run into Viktor here? Why didn´t he prepare better? Fuck fuck fuck.

Jayce only notices that his breathing has sped up when a harsh clack of Viktor´s cane against the ground rips him out of his thoughts.

“You look like you´re about to puke. Go outside for that. Even better, pay and get out.”

“I…uhm…sure, yes…how much…?”

Jayce hands Viktor a wad of cash that somehow feels like way too much for the couple of things he´s bought. But he doesn´t complain. He´s scared Viktor might smack him with his cane if he does. He watches Viktor count out the money with quick, trained movements of his fingers. For a moment, Jayce´s gaze snaggs on a line of blank ink peaking out from beneath the sleeve of his jacket but Viktor speaking up pulls him back out of this newest discovery.

“Goodbye.”

“Viktor, wait-”

Spinning around, Viktor pins Jayce down with just a dark, stormy look. “What? What exactly are you doing here, Jayce?”

Jayce has always liked the way Viktor said his name. Not like anyone else he´s ever met. The connotation is different, the c is more stretched out, the a shorter than when his mother calls him.

“I…I´m working on a project and…needed some parts…”

“And you couldn´t have done that up there?” Coming from Viktor´s mouth, that sounds like a slur. Jayce takes a small step back. He doesn´t remember Viktor being so openly venomous. But then again, he´s only seen him for a couple of weeks sixteen years ago.

“I…can´t really uhm...I´m not really allowed to…do that project in the first place…it´s too dangerous, apparently.”

Raising a brow, Viktor nods sharply and turns to leave again.

“It´s good to see you,” Jayce blurts out, shocking not only Viktor but himself with that. Because it is good to see him.

“Wish I could say the same,” grumbles Viktor before sighing. “Listen, Piltie. It´s easier for everyone if you just forget we´ve ever met. That´s more convenient for you and less of a hassle for me.”

“More…convenient…?”, is somehow what Jayce catches on.

“You wouldn´t want to be seen with a Zaunite, now would you?”

“What? I…don´t really care about that…”

“Oh, sure. That´s why you didn´t show up anymore as soon as you got what you wanted, hm?”

“What? Viktor I…actually don´t know what you´re talking about.”

“Of course you don´t.” Viktor scoffs and turns. “Just go home.” Jayce watches as Viktor disappears behind the curtain while something inside of him breaks. Somehow he´s always imagined that if they were to ever meet again, it´d be this great, magical moment where they´d just catch up for hours, where Jayce would´ve had a moment to explain, to apologize, to tell Viktor how badly he wanted to visit him again and how much had happened that made it impossible for him at the time. Now, he just trusts his feet to carry him back to the bridge, halfway through Piltover and his small flat. Getting changed and showering happens on auto-pilot, the bag with new, needed parts is forgotten next to the door when Jayce curls up beneath his heavy, thick blankets. The toy plane is staring at him from its space in the bookshelf. Jayce turns away from it and closes his eyes.

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scribbly-artist · 19 hours ago

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Unwrap Your Present

Summary: Viktor has forgotten it’s Valentine’s Day, and hasn’t caught on to the numerous hints Jayce has dropped. Jayce wants his actions to make Viktor realise, not his words. He takes a risk and takes the Hexclaw home with him and some red present tape with a new plan that will send the message across to Viktor for sure. Viktor comes home after a while, and sees a peculiar sight in front of him…

Author’s Notes: My longest fic yet, yippee! It took me a while to write, so I hope you all like it. I’ve been sending little teasers of the fic on the server to be just a little mean, mwahaha. Hoping you all have a lovely Valentine’s Day. :)

Words: ~3,400 | AO3 Link

Today is Valentine's Day, and Jayce had remembered.

But it appears Viktor forgot that it was actually today.

Usually, Jayce would be fine with this. It's not like Viktor had celebrated this holiday in the past. But Jayce wanted to show his love for Viktor, and he was hoping for the same in return.

Don't get Jayce wrong, he was definitely showing how much he loved and cared for Viktor like on any normal day, plus more. Jayce brought Viktor sweetmilk and breakfast in bed when he woke up. He's been giving him hugs and little squeezes throughout the day. He has been dropping subtle hints, but it didn't seem to be getting to Viktor in the way he had hoped.

Was Jayce not doing a good enough job? Does his love and appreciation for Viktor not stand out when he's doing even more for him? Maybe Viktor hadn't noticed because Jayce is lovey-dovey and touchy feely any day of the week. He wanted Viktor to know that today in particular was a special day, but he wanted Viktor to figure it out himself not through Jayce’s words, but his actions.

However, with so many attempts at trying to get his point across, he was getting a little nervous and also a bit agitated. How else could he paint a clearer picture? Did he have to spell it out to him? Which led him to his current dilemma and struggle.

Viktor noticed this.

“Are you… alright, Jayce?” Viktor had asked hesitantly, turning around from the blackboard to Jayce who clearly wasn't concentrating.

He looked lost in his own thoughts, but perked up hearing his name.

“O-Oh, yes, sorry.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow.

“You've been acting strange all day. More strange than usual. Are you sure?”

“Yes! Y-Yes, I’m fine. Just thinking about all our new plans for Hextech!”

Jayce wasn’t the greatest at lying, the nervous pink tint to his cheeks betrayed his words. Viktor could see right through him.

Viktor raised his eyebrow, visibly seeing sweat collect on Jayce’s brow. He turned his attention back around to the blackboard, starting to scribble new equations upon it without a further response.

Jayce’s head was spinning. He was getting a little frustrated, not at Viktor, but at himself. How could he make it more obvious? His eyes scanned the lab, maybe one of their previous Hextect devices could help him in these trying times…

And then his eyes laid upon it, positively beaming as ideas and opportunity flooded his brain.

The Hexclaw.

Jayce made his way over to it, grabbing it in a tight hold along with the accompanying glove. He then took one of the spare Hextech gemstones and popped it in his pocket.

“Hey, I’m gonna, uh, take this home with me to do some experiments with.” Jayce called out.

Viktor turned around once again, eyebrows raising once he saw what his partner was taking with him. “You can’t be serious? We’ve never taken our Hextech devices off academy grounds, Jayce. Why can’t you just do your experiments here, in the lab?”

“I, uh— need to test out its fine motor skills. Putting dishes away without breaking them, tidying up spaces for people who need help. Things that we don’t have the means or preparation to do here,” he tried to make a plausible lie, but he could see Viktor looking through him with suspicion as if he were glass. “Look, it‘ll be fine! Nothing to worry about. I just want to get the most accurate results for the Hexclaw, and the best way to do that is to have it do more… meticulous tasks.”

Viktor only stared at Jayce in silence until he shook his head. “...alright then.”

And then Jayce was off, darting out of the lab. He got a couple strange looks from passerby as he lugged the Hexclaw throughout the academy halls to the entrance. On the way out, he had to grab a long roll of wide present tape, a present bow as well as some pretty roses from the florist.

He rushed home, putting his plan into action.

First, he tidied up the place. Who would want to come to a messy home after work? He changed into some lighter clothes, a nice long sleeve and some sweatpants, and then started scattering rose petals everywhere. In the living room and in the bedroom mainly. He had to set the mood, after all. He would have liked to have set up some candles for some mood lighting, however that would be irresponsible of him with his next step.

He got the Hexclaw set up, glove and gemstone included. He didn’t need it right away, but he would soon.

Situating himself on the couch, he started his pièce de résistance: wrapping himself up like a nice Valentine’s Day present, ready to be unwrapped once Viktor got home.

Jayce started at his ankles, figuring that was the easiest place to start this off, wrapping and layering the nice red present tape up his legs. Not too tight where his blood would be cut off, but tight enough that he wouldn’t really be able to move. Then he wrapped higher, up to his torso. The tape wrapped around his body snuggly. But he needed to wrap his arms and hands up, which is where the Hexclaw came in.

Jayce slipped the Hexclaw glove on, placing the Hextech gemstone in its holder. He was a bit sloppy with navigating the metal appendage, as this was more so Viktor’s project than his, but he’s a fast learner.

He grabbed more of the wrapping tape with the Hexclaw, positioning his arms to be outstretched above his head. It was a bit tricky to tie his arms up like this, but he used what he could of his hands, and even at one point his teeth, to tighten the tape around his arms, and then his wrists.

Once he was all nicely wrapped up, he navigated the Hexclaw to stick a nice little bow just above the bend of his elbow. Jayce managed to push the gemstone out of the glove and slide the glove off with some patience, both plonking down onto the soft couch.

He admired his work for a moment in silence.

He was ready to be a great Valentine’s Day present. All he had to do was sit and wait until his love came home.

~~~

Everything today felt… odd.

Now that Viktor had some time alone, he was pondering how Jayce was acting today. Doting on him, making him breakfast, tending to all his needs. This was normal for Jayce, but it was a bit more over the top than usual. Was there a reason for this?

He was thinking hard. He sat down on a stool, creaking under him, looking at some blueprints. But he was distracted, he couldn’t think clearly.

Jayce leaving in the middle of the day with such an excuse — or more so a blatant lie — was very unlike him. He loved experimenting in the lab, why did he heavily insist experimenting with the Hexclaw at home of all places?

Viktor was trying to bring his focus back, but he was thrown off course. He stood up, cane by his side. Maybe walking around the lab or even looking at Jayce’s work space may give him some insight as to why Jayce was acting this way.

Viktor shuffled over to Jayce’s desk near the wall. He picked up some loose papers with some writing scrawled on them, examining them to see what he could find. Nothing really stood out…

His head turned to the wall. A calendar was stuck up on it. Jayce used it to scribble down upcoming important events. Being stuck in the lab all the time, sometimes it was hard remembering what day of the week it was with the endless all-nighters. He approached it with a keen eye, his gaze scanning up to the most recent date that wasn’t crossed out in red marker…

Oh no.

It’s February 14. A small heart was drawn in the corner of the box.

Everything hit Viktor at once - everything made sense.

“…that idiot. He could’ve just told me.” Viktor rushed to pack up his things, leaving the lab early for the first time in a long while.

He couldn’t lie — he was a little bit excited to see what Jayce had in store. Would it be romantic, or silly? He was never sure with Jayce at the wheel. He surmised he at least would have something planned, whether on the fly while he rushed out of the lab or something prepared beforehand. His fantasy of what he might see kept spinning around inside his head as he made his way home.

All his questions were answered once he shoved the key in the lock of their door to their apartment, leaving his coat and shoes by the door. He paced to the living room, bearing witness to Jayce’s Valentine’s ‘gift’.

At first, a blush dusted Viktor’s pale cheeks at the sight, as did Jayce’s. He wasn’t really expecting this at all… both were stunned in silence from the other’s presence, until Viktor broke the tension with an amused chuckle.

“You could have told me it was Valentine’s Day, you know. I know the romantic in you loves this holiday.”

Jayce’s blush burned a little more. “I didn’t want to just tell you it was Valentine’s Day. I wanted you to figure it out without me having to say it.”

“Everyday feels like Valentine’s Day with you,” Viktor had a fond smile, then his face flushed. He sputtered. “Uh— I mean, you do so much already. I could not deduce what was normal and what was extra effort.”

Viktor stepped closer to the couch, resting his cane on the side of it. He looked Jayce up and down. “So… this is what you dragged the Hexclaw home for?”

“I did most of this,” Jayce flexed and tugged at the present tape. “I just needed it for my arms and hands. I’m actually surprised how tightly and efficiently it could wrap the tape. I’d say it was a successful experiment. I’ll— uh, need some help.”

Viktor looked at Jayce a little more, eyeing off his torso and arms. He really couldn’t move that much, huh? Jayce’s arms were wrapped that tight that they were stuck over his head. There were some gaps between the tape where his long sleeved shirt had shifted, showing some bare skin. He’d really have to unwrap him like a child’s present on Christmas morning. Viktor looked at Jayce’s vulnerable position… and a delightfully devilish idea popped into his mind instead.

Viktor smirked. “Hmm, you need my help, correct?”

Jayce was none the wiser regarding Viktor’s expression. He wanted to get a little naughty. It was Valentine’s Day after all, that’s what everyone does on this holiday. “What are you waiting for? Unwrap your present.” He replied with a smirk of his own, giving his partner his best bedroom eyes to egg him on.

That was the moment where Viktor realised that Jayce fell right into his trap.

He wouldn’t have the moment to even imagine what was going to hit him next.

Viktor reached out with the false intention of unwrapping Jayce from his tape prison. Slender fingers grabbed at the tape near his elbow at first, but then both hands dived down straight into Jayce’s unprotected underarms with ticklish malicious intent.

Jayce howled. It was unexpected— evil. In such a vulnerable position? He could hardly move! He threw his head back as laughter spilt out.

“VIKVIKVIK!! Wait— yohohou’re ruining tHE MOHOHOMENT!!” This was meant to be a romantic scene with Viktor slowly unwrapping him and having his way with him — not this!

“But you’re my present, Jayce. Can’t I do whatever I please with my gift?” His fingers skittered about, Jayce’s laughter pitched higher, wiggling around.

“IT WAHAHASN’T MEANT TOHO– AHAHA!! TURN OUT THIHIHIS WAY!” This was not his plan at all. Derailed!

“Perhaps you shouldn't have put yourself in such a vulnerable position. I had no choice, I just couldn't resist the temptation.” Oh, the asshole was teasing him now.

Jayce wriggled and thrashed, unable to do anything about Viktor’s wandering fingers. If he flexed really hard, he might be able to at least break the tape around his arms enough that he could stop him. But at the same time, why would he ruin the fun he was having?

Viktor took note of this.

The searching fingers found purchase on a little bit of tummy that was poking out between the red tape. Viktor’s precise fingers dragged along the skin, resulting in Jayce letting out a bit of a squeak.

“Oh? Maybe my present is a squeaky toy?”

Jayce’s blush burned deeper, shaking his head.

“No? But I very clearly heard a squeak. Chew toy-like.” He repeated the action, another squeak came out of Jayce. Viktor stopped to laugh.

Jayce’s face was now a tomato in shade. “D-Don’t laugh at thahat! Evil! Yohou’re evil!” He was embarrassed, sure, but he couldn’t stop himself from laughing either. “Yohohou’re so going to get it when I gehehet out of thihis.”

“Threatening me, in your position?” Viktor’s fingers started up again, managing to find that little bit of skin just below Jayce’s belly button that he knew would drive him wild. “Not a wise decision. You’ll be exhausted and breathless by the time I’m done with you.”

Jayce was starting to wheeze with laughter, shaking his head back and forth. Viktor was very pleased at the sight.

He skittered his blunt nails on any bare piece of skin he could reach — all over Jayce’s tummy, along his sides. He could even sneak a few pokes and prods at his ribs with the amount of squirming he was doing. Jayce was one big tickle spot at Viktor’s mercy. He could not handle the physical and verbal teasing from his maniacal partner. He could definitely be sadistic if he chose to be.

Jayce’s laugh started to grow silent, so Viktor knew he had to let up, despite wanting to continue further. He gave Jayce a comforting few taps on his belly with his hand, a smirk on his face. “How’s that? Had enough fun?”

“Yehehes, plehehease…” Jayce’s voice was a bit hoarse and scratchy, laced with residual laughter. It amused Viktor that he was the reason it was that way.

Viktor let out a chuckle, scooting down the other end of the couch to start unwrapping near his ankles and legs. “Now you can finally get what you wanted — I’ll actually get to unwrap my present. This all could have been avoided if you just told me it was Valentine’s today. I know you absolutely eat this event up.”

“Mahahaybe you should’ve gohotten my obvious hints…” Jayce breathed out a reply.

Oh, a bit of sass?

Viktor brushed his fingers against Jayce’s socked foot, the other jerking his leg with a laugh. “You’re still not free yet, you understand. You should be cautious with your words.”

“ALRIGHT!! I’m dohohone!” He nodded his head.

Viktor snickered. “That’s what I thought.”

Viktor continued unwrapping his generous Valentine’s present, a gift just for him. And Jayce liked it, too. Unwrapping his legs all the way up to his arms so they were now free. Jayce stretched his limbs, feeling stiff. “God, I had to wait a while for you to come back. Everything’s a little sore from the tape. The Hexclaw did a good job helping.”

“Well, I had to carefully put the pieces together to figure out why you were acting so odd.” He laughed, reaching out to cup the side of Jayce’s face, his cheeks still tinged with red. “Once everything clicked, I realised you’re the least subtle man I’ve ever known. It just took a while to dawn on me.”

“Pfft, wow, thanks for the compliment,” Jayce snickered, he leaned into Viktor’s warm hand. “But I'm happy I can take care of you, and be your present today,” he gently pushed on Viktor’s chest, urging him to lie down against the arm of the couch. “If you'll let me… I’d like to do something more…”

Viktor was under the assumption that Jayce was hinting at his sultry bedroom-eyed look from earlier when he walked into the room.

What Viktor didn't account for was that Jayce had revenge on his mind. And he was none the wiser, enchanted by his partner's passionate look in his eyes.

“I saw the look on your face when I walked into the room – are you keeping your promise?”

Jayce towered over him, his hands grazing up Viktor’s arms and grabbing onto his hands. “I am – I always keep my word.”

Well, that was a bit of a white lie.

Jayce leaned down to give Viktor a kiss, the other all too eager. Until…

“Actually…”

Jayce acted fast. He swiftly slid both his hands down to grip Viktor’s wrist, with a quick wrestle he wrangled both of his partner's wrists in one hand, pulling Viktor’s arms over his head. Viktor sputtered at the act, trying to form words from being utterly betrayed.

“Wait, Jayce, you sneaky little–”

Viktor had no time to finish his sentence.

Jayce dove down to Viktor’s neck, beginning to plant tickly kisses on whatever skin his lips could find.

His partner squealed.

The feeling was unexpected – criminally feeling more ticklish than it should. It didn't help that Jayce began to add his free hand into the mix, diving under the other's clothes to scribble against the skin on his belly.

This is the price he paid for messing with Jayce.

“Jahahayce wait wait WAHAHAIT!” Viktor began to thrash, though he had no chance of throwing Jayce off.

“You had a choice, Viktor. And now you're reaping the consequences.”

Tickly kiss after tickly kiss, Viktor let out a giggly whine with each one, his face flushing pink. Jayce relished in the sound, laughing against Viktor’s neck, the feeling only tickling him even more. His free hand skittered from his stomach to his side, to the first few ribs that weren’t being covered by the brace. He even started giving out tickly bites, along his shoulder and neck and a little cheeky nibble at his earlobe to throw his partner off and to keep him guessing.

Viktor’s shoulders scrunched up, as did his face as he cackled and shook with laughter. Jayce just loved to see it.

Viktor shook his head. “I dohohon’t deserve thihiHIHIS!”

“You don’t? Are you sure about that?”

“YEHEHES!”

“Hmm, I don’t know… you were pretty mean to me earlier.”

Jayce’s fingers brushed over his ribs in a particular way that made Viktor jerk. “JAHAHAYCE!!”

“What, can’t take a dose of your own medicine?”

Viktor’s laughter started to become silent with a cough or two. Jayce knew it was time to slow down. “You’re lucky I’m a lot more merciful than you are.” He let out a laugh, letting go of Viktor’s wrists and slipping his hand out from under his shirt.

“You… hehe, just might kill me… you know…” Residual giggles escaped Viktor’s lungs, his head slumping against the armrest of the couch in tired defeat.

“I would never do that, I love you too much.”

Viktor’s cheeks dusted pink at that comment. “Ahem… so,” his hands reached out, tugging on Jayce’s collar, urging him to come closer. “Are we going to do things ‘proper’ now?”

“‘Proper’?” Jayce questioned.

“You should know, you adore this holiday.”

“Ah, yes,” Jayce leaned down, his hands cupping the sides of Viktor’s rosy cheeks. “Well, I hope you like your present.”

Lips collided together in a passionate kiss. Hands shifted through hair, clothes were being tugged. They were both way into it. There were even some light tickles shared, just to see the other scrunch up their face or laugh into the other’s kiss. Viktor planted sweet kisses across Jayce’s chest, in return Jayce left a trail of kisses and smooches on any of Viktor’s moles that he could find.

Everything started to get a little hot and heavy… they moved to the bedroom, Viktor commenting that there were loose petals here too. Jayce was prepared for this.

It was a glorious Valentine’s Day for both of them.

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tenderwatches · 2 days ago

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Ch. 15 of Lies We Tell Ourselves is up!

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Chapter 15: Aphelion

Viktor thinks if this damned disease doesn’t kill him, loving Jayce Talis might.

It’s late in the lab, Thomas having insisted he walk Sky home hours ago, and nothing but the rush of air and pneumatic messages in the walls sits between him and his former partner—until Jayce starts rapidly bouncing the end of his pen against his open notepad, the dull tap tap tap tap tap matching the rhythm of his bouncing knee.

“Jayce.”

“Hmm?”

“I am going to take that pen away from you if you don’t stop tapping it. You’re going to get ink all over everything again.”

Jayce releases the pen like it shocks him, and it rolls halfway across the desk. “Right, sorry,” he relents with a low laugh, stretching back far enough that his chair tips back onto two legs. Even though Viktor has seen this hundreds of times before, he’s also seen those chair legs slip out from underneath Jayce often enough that he arches an eyebrow when Jayce tucks both hands behind his head, cradling it in the picture of casual repose.

He’s rolled his sleeves up again, and though this position pulls his shirt up towards his shoulders, the two buttons he’s unfastened at his throat give it a relaxed quality. Jayce tips his head back and closes his eyes; Viktor can trace the ridge of his Adam’s apple in the cool lights of the lab.

I bet he’d fall if I kissed him there.

He turns away and ducks to cover his face so quickly that he almost slams it against the desk. As if that’s not embarrassing enough, Jayce immediately rights his chair and leans over to him. “Viktor?”

“I’m fine,” he croaks, aware that he sounds a bit like he might be crying.

“Are you o—”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m just—”

“Jayce, stop.”

The air sounds loud again. Viktor is fighting against himself for protection, trying to wrestle his thoughts back from the dangerous territory of soft memories, of a tender touch on his knee, of Jayce’s face lit in the moonlight. You can’t trust him again. Every time he thinks he’s fortified himself against these feelings, Jayce does something devastating, like calling this ‘our lab’ and referring to ‘our assistants’, and Viktor finds himself yielding another centimetre of the distance he’d built between them over the last two years. And you certainly can’t want that.

Viktor tries to pull every difficult lesson Piltover has taught him around himself like a shroud of barbs. If he’s sharp enough, nothing will get in. If he protects himself, he won’t have to hurt. But his skin bleeds absolution. Destroying his resolve is laughably easy; forgiveness is in his blood—he yearns to exonerate Jayce. He knows the man too well. Jayce has only ever wanted to do good, even when his path leads him astray. For this reason, though Viktor’s heart has been torn asunder, his love is still whole.

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skvaderarts · 2 days ago

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I'm looking for some Jayvik prompts for Valentine's Day!

Feeling corny, might write some Jayvik for Valentine's Day because it would be cute.

I'm going to level with you. I don't give a crap about Valentine's Day. Normally. But something about Jayce and Viktor has just COMPELLED me to write something for them for the occasion. They bring out the non-existent romantic in me. Who knew that the only type of romance I cared about was Cosmic Doomed Yaoi lol! There is just too much potential. Jayce is TOO cuddly to not care about Sappy Love Day. But I have one problem:

There isn't a single romantic bone in my body lol. So that's where you come in!

Could you PLEASE send me your ideas? My AroAce ass is completely out of them, but not doing something for them for Sappy Romance Day just doesn't feel right, you know? I don't care what kind! It can be fluff, platonic, romantic, depressing as hell, etc! Mage Viktor, Machine Herald Viktor, Commune Viktor, ANY VERSION OF JAYCE. I'm serious. No idea is too stupid or out of left field. I have no shame.

Jayvik has taken me places I wouldn't go with a gun lol. Help me.

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mossangelll · 1 month ago

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arcane characters as sugar mommies/daddies ˚₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

been thinking about mel as a sugar mommy and decided to spread the joy to other characters >:)

haven’t proofread but i was obsessed with the idea and needed to get my thoughts out, hope you enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: don’t think gender is specified but i had a fem reader in mind so that might show, smut, degrading language used in a consensual manner, minors dni, 18+ only

the alluring one

you’re trying to buy a round of drinks when your card declines and just as you’re about to die from embarrassment, her warm hand settles on your shoulder as her scarred lip smirks down at you

she pays for multiple rounds of drinks and before you know it, you’re making out in the alleyway

the rest is history

you never thought you’d be in an arrangement like this but she had her ways of convincing you otherwise

has a bunch of different girls on her roster that she maybeeee doesn’t tell you about

don’t worry, you’re the only sugar baby she pays this much for

when you find out you can’t even be that mad about it - she’s so hot you’d let her get away with anything

you’re smart enough to be pouty around her and take advantage of the situation - get ready for the greatest apology of your life

she invites you to her place just for you to find thousands of roses in the foyer and a gift box with your name on the table

she has you follow a trail of clues until you end up in her bedroom, still juggling an armful of gifts, where vi is waiting for you with a hopeful look

she rushes over to take the boxes from you and smothers your face in feather light kisses before apologising for making you feel shitty

her apology doesn’t stop there though and carries on well into the night

you complain about your bus being late? she’s already sent an uber black to your location

you don’t know which gaming console you want? she’s got it covered - multiple packages with every console you mentioned are arriving by the next day

you’re at a party but you’re feeling needy? she’s already dragging you to a storage cupboard, crowd be damned, and eating you out with such fervour you think you might see heaven

pays for your gym membership at a place like equinox and makes sure you two take full advantage of the sauna - it might be warm in there, but you come out sweaty for a whole other reason

has a garage full of vintage motorbikes that cost a fortune and only she can touch

pays you your days salary (and then some) so you can take time off work just so you can visit her at her home gym

she uses you to show off her impressive strength by lifting you as if you weigh nothing in her arms

getting used as her personal gym equipment is a major turn on

lives to impress you with her physique, she gets so pleased with herself when she notices your eyes darken as they wander over her toned body

she definitely has mirror ceilings and she definitely makes you stare at yourself as she fucks you stupid underneath them

Jinx

the mischevious one

she’s the rich artsy kind and you’re her muse

this means she needs you around 24/7 in case creativity strikes her - naturally, this leads to her paying for your company

has you come over to the studio all the time

one time, she set down a canvas on the floor, told you to strip, covered you two in paint and fucked you right there and then

the rolling around, teeth bared, guttural moan, primal kind of fucking; she relished in the bruises that bloomed on your neck and chest as she sucked on your most sensitive spots

the resulting painting was quite impressive to look at, even if thinking about its creation made you more flustered than you’ve ever been

her hands aren’t only good for creating art pieces it seems

she’s one of the sugar mommy’s that pays you the most since she views your company as priceless when it comes to her work

you get anything you ask for, seriously

you’re decked head to toe and all of it is something jinx either gifted you or gave you the money to buy

if it’s something not available to buy, she buys luxurious materials that cost more than your salary just to craft it for you

takes you to the kind of stiff, fancy places she hates just to have you wear vibrating underwear which she has the controls for

sometimes it’s even the opening night of her art gallery

she makes it a challenge: how long can you go without drawing attention to yourself due to your moans - the longer, the more money you get

it’s downright obscene, the way she knowingly glances at you with subdued glee , your slight whimpers echoing as you try your best to muffle the sounds, tears welling up in your eyes

she goes back to chatting up art collectors and investors as she secretly turns up the power of the vibrations hitting you right to the core

she calls you her “sweet thing” when you get back to her penthouse and she makes it up to you by giving you her bank card

she likes to make you laugh during sex too, she doesn’t like if you try to make it too “dour”

Caitlyn

the inexperienced one

cait’s been single for a while and it’s obvious it’s taking its toll

her friends encourage her to go out and meet someone new but she’s too focused on work to waste time on someone she probably won’t like

one day she stumbles upon a sugar baby site and says fuck it

the first date is pretty awkward but after a couple drinks, you manage to loosen her up so she’s more free with you

she has no clue what her role in this kind of arrangement is so she goes all out from the get-go; she loves spending money on you to the point it’s a bit insane even if she tells you not to worry

has to ask her friends for advice on the group chat constantly (she has a history of fumbling attractive people and she’s not letting it happen again)

adds you to her country club membership so you two can play tennis on the weekends

this place is fancyyyyyy but she makes sure you feel comfortable

gets you a instructor if you don’t know how to play

this obviously means she buys you about ten different outfits with tennis bracelets to match each

buys you a penthouse in the best part of town, close to where she lives of course so she has easy access to you

you two christen every single room in your new place, no stone left unturned

scissoring in the large bedroom, head on the lavish kitchen countertops, taking turns fucking with the strap on the balcony with a breathtaking view, fingering in the living room - everything and anything you can think of

her job isn’t done until the two of you are exhausted and wailing loud enough that the neighbours 20 floors down are complaining

she is insatiable when it comes to you, it’s like you lit a fire within her that she can’t put out no matter how hard she tries

completely adores how cute you act when you try to deny her pricey gifts

even more so when she gifts you a first edition book and your demeanour turns more panicked by the second

really though, she’s freaking out more than you are although she doesn’t show it often

her biggest fear is gifting you something you hate which leads to you ending everything

you’ve never had a sugar mommy treat you like this

she gives her assistant special instructions to let you into her office at any time, a privilege only you’re blessed with

you manage to distract her and before she knows it, she’s forced to make herself look presentable in only five minutes despite having a smudge-proof lipstick mark on her cheek she can’t get off for the life of her

doesn’t want to admit that she wants more than a purely transactional relationship with you

Silco

the generous one

gives you an exorbitant amount of money every time you see him

like, a CRAZY amount

it barely registers for him though, he has more money than should be possible

he goes as far as to give you his black card even if you didn’t ask for it

goads you to max it out and somehow, despite spending so much, you’ve barely dented the thing which makes him laugh

he expects you to spend most of the money he gives you on luxuries you wouldn’t normal buy and asks you to do a haul and model it all for him in his office

behind the scenes, he’s busy paying off your any debts you might have, setting up a trust fund for you, looking for houses you would like

wants you to be set up for life

showers you in decadent lingerie that fits you perfectly from boutiques like la perla, agent provocateur and honey birdette - only the best for his girl

has to replace your lingerie quite often though, he goes feral when he sees you all dolled up just for him

even more so if you were good and listened to his demands, buying the exact lingerie he wanted to see you in

has you sign a detailed contract before the arrangement begins since he wants to make sure you’re comfortable with everything

also wants to make sure you follow his rules

wants you to only refer to him using “sir” when it’s just the two of you

i see him as the kind of sugar daddy that does expect some sugar in return

he’s very abrasive in bed, and calls you all types of degrading names which only serves to turn you both on further

has some…curious interests that he pays you more for indulging in - he is a gentleman after all

“my money hungry slut” and “little whore” are his favourites

takes you on shopping sprees for aftercare (and maybe he does cuddle too but you can’t let anyone else know that) - he doesn’t want you to think he views you a less than just because of the life path you’ve chosen

his idea of pillow talk is giving you tips on the stock market and trading

Sevika

the brusque one

she has commitment issues, is afraid of vulnerability and has a high sex drive

this has led her romantic relationships to fail in one way or another, which is where you come in

she sees it as a simple business transaction - nothing more, nothing less

she likes having you around but don’t get confused: she doesn’t want a real relationship with you

doesn’t sugar coat her words around you and while it might make anyone else run for the hills, you appreciate her honesty

having someone as gorgeous as you coo and hang onto her every word does inflate her ego

everyone wants you, eyes appraising you up and down, but they can’t have you - only she can

so punctual with her payments that it genuinely feels like any other regular job

she looks down on those so called sugar mommies that skimp out of paying a fair rate - you don’t need to worry with her, you’ll be getting more than you ever really needed

despite presenting a stoic image, she can’t help but give in to your every whim

all you have to do is glance at a display window with even a hint of longing and she’s immediately rolling her eyes, dragging you into the shop to buy it for you

if you get tired walking around and ask her to carry you she will huff and puff but that doesn’t stop her from scooping you up anyway

she has a strap on AND it’s the kind that ejaculates too

you two go to luxury toy makers and get straps custom made to tailor to both of your wants and desires

she perhaps gets attachments for her mechanical arm too…

she doesn’t skimp out on the good stuff when it comes to you

her hot grunts ring in your ears as she grinds into you, her body seemingly encompassing your entire body and mind

creampies you every time and fucks the cum back inside of your dripping hole just to watch it leak back out and repeat the cycle again until you’re begging out for her

you’re in a daze for a good ten minutes after and she can’t help but snort at the faces you make

maybe this isn’t just a simple transaction to her

Vander

the hesitant one

vander feels icky about the relationship he has with you at the start

he’s much older than you and you’re still in university, it makes him feel like such a bad person who’s preying on your vulnerability

you make sure to always remind him that he’s single-handedly paying for your tuition

you love what he does for you!

once he gets past that hurdle though, god have mercy on your soul, you will be ruined for other people

he basically acts as your mentor just with some extra benefits on the side

loves to hear you yap about any projects you’re working on and does his best to help with any issues at university

he’s the type to text you good morning and good night every single day without fail

even gives you a bigger allowance if you wake up early and reply to his good morning texts quickly

what? it’s an incentive to get you to attend your lectures

likes to be called daddy even if it does make him blush intensely

he gets off on the idea of being your protector and the only one to provide for you

cockwarms you when you’re working on assignments and it turns your brain to mush every time

spanks you when you stop paying attention

honestly it feels like he’s working against you whenever he does this

also gets jealous when you talk about dates you had with other people

he never made the relationship an official one, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking you hard, his hand prints left on your hips to mark his territory

definitely can’t walk the next day and he’s so smug

down BAD

Ambessa

the teasing one

ambessa has play things in every city; you name a place, odds are she’s got a hook up there

you’re no exception of course

in fact, you’re her favourite out of them all

whenever ambessa calls, you run to be at her service

L O A D E D

exposes you to experiences you never even knew existed, i’m talking about things only the upper 1% can do

she’s the kind of sugar mommy that likes to hear about your day over a glass of wine

the mundanity helps her calm down from her hectic life

she will hold the things she does for you over your head

it’s mean but she views it as her right considering all the luxuries she gives you access to

jokes she’s going to go to a perfumer and get the scent of your sex turned into a perfume

when you accept a surprise gift from her, it turns out it was not a joke - you should’ve known something was up the second her wicked smile made an appearance

actually doesn’t smell too bad

has you use it every single time you’re around her and only then

she’s a FREAK what can i say

whisks you off to couple spa days; you both deserve a little rest and relaxation every now and then

speaking of spa days, she often asks you to massage her which usually ends with your large hands pawing all over your body

she likes receiving more than giving but she still prioritises giving you plenty of orgasms through the night

what kind of sugar mommy would she be without ensuring you’re also satisfied with your arrangement?

you’re worn out from what she considers foreplay

still, you need to make sure you’re being as thoughtful as she is otherwise you’re getting kicked down the rungs of her sugar baby ladder

Mel

the cunning one

mel is the best sugar mommy around i know it

doesn’t do it often - she tries to limit herself to one sugar baby every once in a while

she sees them as worthwhile investments

if you want to be her sugar baby, you need to bring something useful to the table

she meets you at a science exhibition and is thoroughly impressed with your work

you need funding to complete your research and she needs relief from her stressful life as a counsellor

a win-win situation if you ask her

you don’t see her often, she’s too busy solving problems with the council, but when you do, she makes sure it’s worth your time

expensive dinner dates, surprise weekend get-aways, opera concerts - anything you ask for, it’s yours

not only is she funding all of your research, she takes you to galas where you can mingle with the elites you need to win over to achieve more exposure for your research

she usually sends boxes full of clothes and shoes to your house for you to wear to these outings, and picks you up fancy black car with a chauffeur and bottles of wine in coolers

she has her hand on your leg the entire journey there, a faint smirk on her lips when she notices how hot and bothered you are

in a relationship like this, she likes to be the dominant one in bed

she doesn’t expect anything sexual in return but if you’re willing she’s more than happy to fulfill those needs too

leans towards being sensual and romantic but that doesn’t mean she won’t make sure to fuck you thoroughly

heavy on foreplay to the point you think you’re going to pass out from the pent up energy in you

has lots of toys she likes to use on you, she’s very experimental and wants to test which one you respond to the most

also likes you to use the toys on her too and when she sees you suck her wetness off the toy you just used on her, she melts into a puddle

yeah, you’re getting an instant increase on your allowance and you’re getting a new custom wardrobe

Jayce

the proud one

jayce comes from a relatively well-off family, but his inventions launched him into stardom and left him with more money than he knew what to do with

he decides the best thing he can do is spread the love

he finds you on a site for this kind of stuff, something he would rather die than admit, and knew he had to get you on a date with him

makes you custom jewellery set with the most unique stones you’ve ever seen and loves when you wear them out on dates with him

you probably have the entire gdp of a small country just on your wrist alone

wants a play-by-play of all the things you bought that week, he’s lowkey into hearing how much of his money you spent on treating yourself

he wants you to buy even more things with his money than you already do which flusters you but you give in every time

he’s another one that wants a fashion show where you try on everything you bought

he just likes to sit and clap with a smile as you twirl for him

loves to show you off at all the balls and galas he’s invited to

takes you on late night drives in his alpine a110 r-turini and he always has one arm, big with straining muscles, around your headrest which never fails to make your heart flutter

oh i can see him being into role play

maybe he’s your boss and you’re the maid he just caught stealing from him lmao

he loves to get sloppy head from you and offers you all sorts of gifts in return

talking, or helplessly groaning in this situation, about all the ways you can drain his money is his form of dirty talk, “yeah, just like that babe. you want me to buy that new phone don’t you? well, take me like the good girl i know you are and work for it.”

he’s so whipped for you it borders on quite cute imo

Viktor

the cocky one

viktor came into new money after selling the patent for one of his inventions

he is well aware that he’s an attractive guy and could have pretty much anyone he wants, but his long work hours aren’t conducive to healthy relationships

so he takes it upon himself to get a sugar baby, no strings attached

has you stay with him in his lab to keep him company - he loves listening to your idle chatter about things he has no interest in

but when it’s you talking about them he’s captivated by every word

likes to call you his “cute lab assistant” and tries to hide how much he likes it when you call him your “handsome scientist”

he fails obviously

he explains extremely complicated topics in a very contrived way, even when he knows he can simplify it for the average person, because seeing the dumbfounded look on your face gets him going

closes down a whole shopping mall just so you can frolic about and shop to your hearts content; oh, don’t worry about all those bags, he has a guy to carry them all so you two can focus on having a nice date ^^

gonna be real, he’s the kind of guy to fuck you against the wall of the changing room, not caring that the bashful shop assistants can hear every single clap of skin slapping against each other and the strangled moans you both let out

buys all the clothes you tried on, you’re too fucked out to notice the looks you get from the workers, and the fact that the clothes might be a bit…dirty 😭

at least he tips them enough to make up for it

sprays his designer cologne on your gifts so you remember who you belong to

playfully suggests you give him a lap dance so he gets his money worth but you both know it was anything but a joke

good thing you love putting on a show for him!

this guy is such a troll, he literally throws money on you and slips bills in between the straps of your underwear as you sensually dance for him in the lingerie he paid for

has to control himself from pouncing on you then and there

he really enjoys the way you can both tease each other and not take things too seriously

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