#hexstrap

[craftiss]

How not to take dick pics and how to do them wonderfully ft VI

[nyxavia]

hey guys now that you heard me out on riding vi's abs can i also put reader begging to eat her out. 🤝 some rough handling. 🤝 thank you! 🖤

[gr0texia]

sevika.... sevika save me

[danadelion]

Hex yuri 👭

[narxcisse]

★ — Taste

Pairing: JayVik x GN!Reader

CW: explicit, i wrote this while i was drunk listening to Taste in loop so It probably has spelling mistakes or idk dude, MDNI

English isn't my native language

Viktor's room smelled of oil and steel, a signature aroma of his restless tinkering. Yet tonight, there was something else-something softer, almost floral. The faintest reminder of you. Jayce noticed it the moment he stepped inside, his brow furrowing, a pang of familiarity stirring deep within him.

"You changed your scent," Jayce said, an almost playful edge to his voice, though the weight of the memory dulled it.

Viktor didn't look up from his desk, the ever-present glimmer of his cane leaning against it. "I didn't," he replied simply, his tone even, almost detached.

Jayce's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "It's them, isn't it?"

That made Viktor pause, his fingers halting their meticulous work on a piece of hextech.

His amber eyes flicked to Jayce briefly before returning to the device. "You shouldn't assume such things."

Jayce stepped closer, boots clicking against the floor, the air between them heavy with unspoken truths. "I don't have to assume," he murmured, lowering his voice as if the room itself might overhear.

The ghost of your touch lingered on them both.

Weeks ago, your body had fit perfectly between theirs, tangled in a bed of limbs, whispers, and fleeting moments that felt like eternity. You had been the bridge between their differences, the storm that ignited their otherwise controlled flames.

Jayce had been rougher, his hands desperate, like he feared you'd slip through his fingers if he didn't hold tight enough. Viktor had been the opposite, calculated and intentional, savoring every shiver he could pull from you. They were opposites, and yet you had brought them together-briefly, beautifully, and entirely on your terms.

When you left, you didn't just leave their bed. You left your mark.

"Jayce," Viktor said softly, pulling the man from his thoughts. He was standing now, his limp noticeable as he stepped toward the taller man. "Why did you come here tonight?"

Jayce swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the way Viktor moved, deliberate and unhurried.

"To talk."

"About them."

"About us," Jayce corrected, though the truth was murkier than he'd admit.

Viktor's lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"They're still here, you know," he said, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. He stepped closer, close enough that Jayce could smell that faint floral note again, stronger this time. "In every breath, in every touch."

Jayce's breath hitched, his hand twitching at his side. It had been weeks since you left, yet here he was, standing inches from Viktor, feeling you between them like a phantom.

"Do you miss them?" Viktor asked, his gaze piercing, unflinching.

Jayce didn't hesitate. "Every damn day."

A charged silence hung between them before Viktor closed the gap, his fingers brushing Jayce's arm. "Then let them stay," he whispered, a challenge and a plea.

When Viktor kissed him, it wasn't just Viktor. It was you-the taste of your lips, the memory of your laughter, the way you had pressed kisses to Viktor's neck and whispered secrets into Jayce's ear. Jayce groaned against Viktor's mouth, his hands gripping the smaller man's hips, pulling him closer as if that might somehow bring you back.

And in a way, it did.

Every touch, every kiss, every moan-they were all laced with the echoes of you, binding them together in a web of shared longing. Neither of them could forget, and neither of them wanted to.

Because some things linger. Some things stay.

And you-oh, you were unforgettable.

[lolana101]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

⤷ VIKTOR: SLOPPY SECONDS

⤷ feat. viktor (arcane league of legends)

cw: 18+ , oral stimulation (m), edging, dirty talk, dom! f reader, saliva, nsfw, angst? enjoy!!

“i don’t do this.”

viktor’s accent was heavy against his tongue, his gaze weighted with an unsure haze. his now useless cane clutched in his hand as he stared down at you, between his legs. you knew you’d find him here, working late, jayce long gone. was hexcore even a shared project anymore?

his bad leg dangling over the work bench, his weight crushing the onslaught of papers and tools beneath him.

“i’ve never- done this.”

his breath hitched, as you softly caressed his thigh. a soft, hum arose from your throat in understanding, as you looked fixedly up at him.

“say something.. please.”

the cane clatters against the floor as he hesitantly reached and touched your cheek - a soft poke. did he think you weren’t real? he probably thought of that possibility once; he is always thinking.

“what do you want me to say?”

tour voice was soft, eyes never leaving his. his gaze flickered at the hexcore, the room enclosed in a soft blue hue.

you continued to softly rub his thigh, inching up and up.. you could feel the soft twitching of his thigh, the needy yet silent urges emanating from him. what did he look like voicing those sins?

then again, that’s why he liked you. you could practically read through him. you started to fiddle with his belt, sliding the leather off with practiced ease.

“you’re hard.”

you voiced, slowly rubbing the bulge through his pants. his breath paused, a soft buck up into your hands.

you leaned down, pressing soft kisses against his twitching, clothed need, humming softly. Your fingers slid up to his zipper, tugging it down and pulling away. With his jeans open, you could get a look. a soft dark patch forming as his pre-cum weeps through fabric.

his face was red now, those soft blemishes over his face highlighted with the blue. he looked gorgeous. his mouth was agape, silently begging. I guess he waited enough.

your hand softly jerked at the pretty, pink mushroom tip. his length astonishing, not too thick but freakishly long. your fingers slick with his arousal as he let out almost pathetic whimpers. his eyes fluttered close, his thick brown eyebrows curving at the softest stimulation of your hands. his semi - hard member rose up quickly, your finger slowly pumping, pulling up the shaft until your plant wrapped around his head, then moving down.

leaning closer your tongue swiped at the base, slowly trailing up until you could taste the salty need pouring out from him. he let out a shaky sigh, as your plush lips wrapped around his head, sucking and licking. your tongue swiping curiously at his hot need, your hand still gently stimulating him, though gradually gets pulled away as you take him deeper.

it felt so good, his legs twitching. deeper, is all he wanted. you soon obliged sinking down onto him, until your nose was pressed against the soft hair of his stomach, your throat contracting against him. he smelled good, the soft hairs under his stomach and lower smelled of soft musk. so manly.

“fuck..”

a breathless whisper, as your head bobbed on his throbbing cock, spit dribbling down his base only to get slurped back up. every movement had him twitching, he swore he would cum under the first minute. he couldn’t help it, his hand grasping at your curls, swiping them up into a bun to aid you into drilling his length into you. his dick twitched, heat pooling in his stomach threatening to spill.

“I-i’m..”

In an instant he twitched, though as the pleasure washed over him he let out an uncomfortable whimper, your tongue pressed roughly against the slit, humming. he huffed, staring down at you with pure need. his body was hot, needy. his hips twitching, your fingers moving to softly caress his bad leg easing the achy muscles.

“please..? why..”

you smiled up at him, his thighs twitching, as you kissed his base, sucking on his balls for a little before letting them go with a pop if your lips.

he was begging, you could see it. your wrist flicked at his head again, twisting, the lewd squelching echoing as he stared down at you. He was going to cum again, as he started to slowly fuck himself up into your palm.

he was getting more vocal, those sweet huffs turning into pliant begs, your wrist not moving anymore as you felt a familiar twitch in his base, before your thumb pressed against his tip.

“….f-fuck please-“

he whimpered, staring into your gaze, you were so evil. not letting him cum, not letting him desperately release that sweet orgasm he’s been holding - saving up for.

after a moment you remove your thumb, pressing a soft kiss against his tip before staring up at him, fingers skipping up his chest to grab his tie, hauling him down and pressing a sloppy kiss against his lips.

that taste, fresh black coffee. he chased your lips like a lost puppy, sloppy, licking up the dried drool off your lips, tasting the salty goodness he left on you.

“want me to make you cum yeah? fully?”

you asked, nipping at his neck before letting hip sit back up, your gaze down at your twitching cock.

“please? please please..”

he begged, your name rolling off his tongue, so close to sweet melody. you smiled up at him, before your gaze snapped back down, his hand wrapped around his base, as he pointed his needy dick to your lips.

that thick accent rolled your name off his lips for one last time, as you leaned down. your lips wrapped around him, head bobbing sloppily around his dick. you could hear him moan and groan, his hand sinking ti your scalp to guide your movements.

you were still in control, you both knew it. yet his needy whimpers allowed him to soften you just a little, to let him fuck your throat. his tip hitting the back of your throat, your hands splayed on his thighs. You could feel your own heat growing wet, pussy twitching just from him fucking his brains out into your mouth.

he let out a almost howl, your gaze snapping up at him, your eyes watered as you gaged slightly. you could feel warmth deep down your throat, his pretty pink cock twitching in your mouth. you came a a little too, your clothed clit twitching softly.

“…nng.”

he was still going through the after shocks, poor little viktor twitching, not even having the energy to form a sentence. he eased his cock out of you, It growing soft as he pulls you up, kissing you softly. he whined softly, feeling your hands softly jerk at his overstimulated sex.

“…good?”

“amazing.”

he pants out, nuzzling himself in your neck.

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[dumblilb]

I’ve been forever changed.

[bella-goths-wife]

Need to get violently strapped down by these two

[cheyisagirlkisser]

so i don’t really know how the hex-strap would work but im thinking about reader stealing one from piltover and then asking vi to try it out on her

CONTENT: Hex-strap use (R! receiving), idk what else to say for this one Vi just gives you good dick with the hex-strap

"How the fuck is that supposed to fit inside of you?" Vi sounds genuinely worried. To be fair, the blue-tinted silicone is on the larger side of toys, and it's more girthy than anything else you've taken.

"Lube and prayers," You shrug and fail to hold back laughter watching Vi clumsily tie the harness around her hips, her eyes gazing down to gawk at the the sight she has tied to her torso.

You don't know how you even found such an item, but it wasn't intentional. You only went to Piltover to steal some pearls from the snooty rich people, not scavenge around for a dildo. Still, when you first laid eyes upon the thing, you had to take it.

You and Vi are already pretty experimental in the bedroom, from vibrating bullets to handcuffs and a variety of kinks (some were no-goes, others are now a regular part of your bedroom activities), but nothing could've prepared either of you for this. Still, naturally, your first instinct was to imagine getting fucked with it. Of course, you had to bring it to Vi and try it out.

The dildo itself was not hex-tech powered, but only blue to compliment the gemstones decorating the harness. You don't know if the tiny gems will even actually affect the experience or if it's just for show like what half of the luxury items in Piltover are for. Still, it looks pretty cool.

You plop down onto the bed, sliding a pillow underneath yourself to prepare for the stretch. Vi's busy rubbing lube over the silicone and you notice how it seems to glow a bright blue hue at the warmth of her hand. You can't tell if that's a good or bad sign. Eventually, Vi is between your legs and tapping your clit with the tip of the dick, making you shudder just feeling how wide it is.

"Are you sure you don't want to just take my fingers first-"

"Seriously, Vi.. I'll be fine. I'll tell you if it hurts."

And with that, she sighs and slides the head into your slippery hole, and you already know you're a goner.

The fit is tight. Vi groans as you squirm and gasp, obviously affected by the size. You look like a fucking goddess with curved lips and warm cheeks, hair all messy on the pillow as she tries to slowly ease the cock into your tight pussy. The resistance is great.

"Gotta relax, babe." You whine at the way she sounds, so comforting and yet so firm. You're being more needy than usual. You don't know what it is, but it can't just be the size. Your walls feel completely stretched, and it should hurt more, but all you feel is a weird inexplicable pleasure blossoming in your body. You don't even protest anymore as she bottoms out.

Vi observes your face for pain, but she can't exactly tell what you're feeling. Your pussy is definitely clamping down onto the cock, cause she can hardly pull out to slam back into you. She should be worried with the way your face shifts into something unrecognizable, but she just can't. It's addictive, and you're grateful when she begins to fuck into you.

And then the gems start to glow. The stones embedded into the harness light up as the silicone itself flares a deep, bright blue. It's not just your g-spot being kissed, but your entire pussy is heating up each time she slams back into you, making you nearly lose all train of thought, practically screaming with each thrust she deals your pussy.

Vi can't help but marvel at the sight; it's unlike anything she has ever seen before, your face all twisted up with almost unbearable pleasure, glowing emitting between your bodies, it makes her dizzy as if she's the one feeling it. She's pounding into you now as you intensely grip the sheets, a foreign yet familiar closeness beginning to overtake you. Your orgasm is close, but it's stronger than anything you've ever been given before.

One particular thrust sends you barreling toward your climax, your bark arching so hard it almost hurts. Vi doesn't stop, continuing to fuck steady thrusts into your pussy to watch the glowing blue plastic disappear past your folds. She wishes to see it from the inside. She's never seen you like this before, tears streaming down your face and sweet, pleasure-filled whines spilling past your lips. Your whole body is quivering, jolting with each wave until you finally come down.

"Holy shit.. you are you okay?" Vi asks you when your eyes finally meet hers.

You let out a labored gasp. "That was.. the best orgasm I've ever had. It felt like I was almost dying for a second there."

Vi's eyes widen at that. She doesn't know if she should be happy for you or concerned. "In a good way?"

"I'm not sure yet.. but it was intense. You should let me try it on you now."

Vi laughs at that. "You know what, sure."

[youhavetocrankit]

everyday i wake up and just stare at him

[oops-all-concrete]

Okay, Arcane fans, listen up

Too many people focus on ONLY this frame (as tragic as it is)

Yes, Viktor looks this distraught because he never expected Jayce to hurt him, but additionally, because he's never expected Jayce to reject him. Jayce is and has always been the one person in his corner since he's known him.

Whereas THIS frame-

Is equally important. Because he isn't surprised. Not because he's ever expected Viktor to hurt him, but simply because he knows this isn't Viktor. It's the Hexcore. Something he always knew could hurt them both. And was personally responsible for having hurt Viktor with it.

Thank you for your time.

[ladyblackbirdart]

Wanted to see Vi in Cait’s cape👀 so…

🧁🥰

[liiahearts]

[WIP] They're just kissing.... But they won't be by the time i finish this ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also I believe in switch Jayvik but bottom Jayce clears my skin, waters my crops, corrects my vision

Finished -> twt bluesky

[sapphicchaosandswords]

⚙️HEXSTRAP⚙️

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[narxcisse]

★ — Taking it like a good boy.

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Reader (no prns)

CW: suggestive, strap-on (hexstrap. 🙀), sub/dom dynamic, sub jayce, pegging, anal sex, reader is afab but gender neutral anyway, doggy style, idk man I'm writing this at 3am

English isn't my native language

The dim light from the room bathed everything in a soft glow, shadows stretching across the walls like a silent witness to your game. Jayce was on his knees, braced against the headboard, his broad shoulders tense yet pliant. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by the delicious vulnerability you’d coaxed out of him.

You trailed your fingers down his back, enjoying how his muscles quivered beneath your touch. “You look good like this,” you murmured, voice low and teasing, leaning in so your breath tickled his ear. “Don’t you think?”

Jayce let out a soft groan, shifting slightly but staying in place, his head dropping forward as if he couldn’t meet your gaze. “Y-yeah… I do,” he admitted, though his voice wavered.

The strap-on harness fit snugly around your hips. You took your time, positioning yourself behind him, savoring the sight of him submitting so fully. “Tell me if it’s too much,” you whispered, running your hands down his sides to soothe him.

When you pushed into him, the tension melted from his frame, replaced by a shuddering gasp. “Good boy,” you praised, stroking his hip. “You take me so well.”

He whimpered in response, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as you set a slow, deliberate pace. Each thrust sent ripples through his body, and the sounds he made—low moans, soft gasps—were a symphony you couldn’t get enough of.

“Feels so… good,” Jayce choked out, his voice thick with pleasure.

You leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before murmuring against his skin. “That’s because you’re perfect like this.”

Every movement was calculated, designed to push him further into bliss while keeping him grounded with your touch and words. You relished the way he gave himself over to you completely, trusting you to guide him through it all.

When he finally reached his peak, trembling and spent, you held him close, whispering sweet reassurances as he came back down.

[ryliemaximoff]

I would suck on her strap so hard that the color would start desaturating from it