#jace talis

[venerablelama]

Cr: https://x.com/gajirart?t=Tc0-Mz3JaAtvXBf7IEdZ0A&s=09

The funny thing is that Victor could actually do that :)

He even said, "It's weird, this isn't my bedroom."

I had a funny situation with the word bedroom. My native language is Russian. I forgot what a «bedroom» was for a second and went to ask my brother. And when he answered me, I started laughing all over the house. I looked like a madwoman. Although... I even have a statement about my diagnosis 🤣

[smallandangry24]

The additional symbolism of this scene that no one talks about

The shot of Jayce looking down from Piltover vs Viktor’s looking up from Zaun

Viktor’s Night being the antithesis of Jayce’s Day, the night coming when Viktor saves Jayce and the day shining when Jayce saves Viktor

Focusing on Jayce’s shoulders: his responsibilities vs Viktor’s cane: his disability. These are the main things the characters struggle with or against in their main character arcs. Both the shoulder and cane are also forms of support offered to the other carry the burden of being alone. They complete each other.

Despite their differences if not outright dichotomy, they both stand in the same place over the same drop for the same reason alone in the same halo shaped portal to a permanent last stop

Viktor takes hold of the rune stone, the magic that will both doom and save him, tying his fate with Jayce’s. Jayce puts down his hammer and grasps Viktor’s shoulders, choosing him over his duty, dream, and Piltover…. Any of that sound familiar:

Anyway this is beautiful and we are in eternal debt to all of the writers, animators, and artists who worked on this bless

[botoartist]

[reyyyyyyyyyy]

I'm freaky about this show, I'm freaky about this, guys 😭

[milesobrein]

Jace Talis Thinking About His Magick Boyfreind.

[what-now-who-knows]

The format might be wrong for this platform... sorry about that if so.

[zheiiiiii]

lol this was brilliant

It was on this video: https://youtu.be/PO75a-a93Ig?si=igLaIDERqSfggYx_

[weak-hero]

do i like jayce as a character? idk i don't mind him.

do i like his journey so far? yes.

but will it stop me to hate him as whole?

no. imma hater. i ain't gonna stop hating him even if i understand why the story had to unfold the way it did in the end. fuck jayce talis! fuck him!!!!!!!

[lid666]

Jace Talis has never been my type but he’s been giving a level of angst and anguish I just can’t resist this season 🤭

[parakored]

I swear this is way funnier in my head

[blackberryfizz]

hexcore if it was actually cool

[venerablelama]

It's time for head canons!

I was thinking about how Victor and Jason would start their relationship. And it seems to me that they would not have confessed to each other, but just kissed at a very emotional moment, and that's it. They're a couple 😂🙏♥️

I insist that Victor be the initiator. I see this dialog:

J: Is that what I think it is?

V: I suspect so.

J: Officially?

V: Yes.

J: Can I carry you in my arms like a princess? :)

V: *hit with a cane* I can beat you with a cane.

J: Rudely... Т_Т

[gavk0]

Был выбран самый глупый анекдот из одноклассников

[ellenchain]

I've been confused about a lot lately

[justgleekout]

S1 jayvik for the soul <33

Just Jayce being a very good “partner”

[koy6na]

just for a moment

tags: dub con, oral(m receiving), breeding, fingering, cheating(ily mel), face fucking

a/n-i’ve always been team jayce

you can’t help but feel a bit sorry for him. hexgates, councilors, enforcers, there’s far too much weighing on him. you tell yourself that his anger was misdirected at you.

his yellow eyes glint with ambiguity as he gazes at you. “i’m sorry.” his voice is gravelly with regret. “

his large hands reach for yours. how sweet. how evil. your eyes meticulously trace the curve of his cupid’s bow. you regrettably imagine her lips against his and the way her hands might entangle in his dark hair. “i really am sorry.” the low, saccharine tone in his voice almost makes you forget what he was even apologizing for. "you’re important to me.” you can’t help but believe him just a little. you can’t help but let your lips caress his. he tastes like earl gray and mint. such a familiar flavor and yet there’s something else you can't quite name. he deepens the kiss while his hands find solace wrapped around you.

kissing him is nostalgic. it comes natural to the both of you, like your lips had been molded to fit perfectly between each others. he was always a sloppy kisser but you liked the way his tongue recklessly thrashed against your teeth. it felt primal in the way that kissing was supposed to be. you never complained when your bottom lip got caught between his teeth. his fingers found their way to the hem of your dress, pulling up the fabric to reveal the prize of this endeavor. he’s touching you like he always did. calculated and yet unpredictable. you moan at the contact. the papers on the desk crumple under your destructive palms and he slides the parchment away from the chaotic mess that the two of you are. careful to not mar any equations or carefully documented runes.

his thumb strategically rubs your clit sending warm electricity throughout your body. you moan into the wet kiss eliciting a deep moan from him in return. you coax his thumb harder and more precise against you, guiding him through your pleasure. he slides your lace underwear aside as two fingers plunge into your slick cunt. he moans again at the feeling. you break the kiss harshly, throwing your head back. jayce's lips connect to your throat leaving hot, effervescent kisses. your hips rock sharply to the rhythm of his fingers. your moans become high pitched and staticky as a slight echo rebounds your bliss. there's an elated tension brewing where two sopping fingers piston into you. you stare into his amber eyes, noticing the scrunch of his eyebrows. your hands absent-mindedly reach for the large bulge constrained against his slacks. he inhales sharply as his hand grips your wrist. "wait-" his eyes ward caution into yours. "why? what's wrong?" you ask naively. he brings his hand away from the heat of your sopping hole, causing your hips to instinctively buck. your lower lip quivers as he steps away from the desk, sighing heavily and turning his wide back to you.

"i'm sorry. this is a mistake, you know we can't be doing this. we're in my lab-" he rigidly stops himself. you watch him observantly as he looks down at his hand, still sheen with your arousal. the skirt of your dress is still hiked up above your thighs. "why not?" you sound pitiable. he hesitates before he speaks. "we just can't." jayce runs his hands through his hair. "is it…because of her?" your voice is cold and stagnant. he sighs again, this time there's a hint of warmth behind it. "it's not that." he says softly. the fever in your womb turns frigid, spreading to the rest of your trembling body. you try to stop yourself. try to contain the bitterness, the contempt but you can't seem to put a stop to it. "i knew it." you spat, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. your feet touch the hard marble floor as you edge towards him. "congratulations. this is everything you've always wanted." the click of your heels causes his head to turn ever so slightly to meet your eyes. "you got your seat at the council, your perfect lab, and your perfect woman. i guess this means you're done with me." the poison in your speech seems only to affect you. hot tears blur your vision but you still catch a glimpse at a pair of sad yellow eyes. "stop," he turns to fully face you. "don't do that, please it's so childish. you know i'll always care about you." his hands reach up to cup your shoulders. his gaze is intense as ever. you can't help but melt under his touch. the tears that flow only prompt you to spill every drop of affection you harbored. you're drunk on yearning, like water to wine.

"please, jayce." your voice trembles pathetically, head tilting in defeat. your hands reach to hold his face, he responds, gently pushing them away. "i won't tell anyone. you can still have everything you worked for, i promise." you babble desperately. "c'mon don't be like this." he says still fighting off you hands. "i just want to be near you. i won't bother you, please." please please please please, you chant repeatedly in your head like some sort of spell to somehow telepathically change his mind. you start to kiss him sloppily as his hands softly press against your chest. you're kissing his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, ignoring his pleas to calm down as the heat in your core starts up again like a motor. your hands clumsily palm his crotch, he's still hard. etched in between his words of protest you hear a familiar moan. you're tugging at his belt and then at his zipper and then at the weeping head of his cock. "seriously, we can't do this. i'm with someone." he pleads. his wrists pry weakly at your pulling hands. you say nothing because there's nothing to say. you tell yourself that the only way to convince him is to show him how useful you can be. it's the only way to prove to a man of progress just how much he needs you.

you're rhythmically stroking his dick, listening to his ragged breathing. your hands are sticky with pre-cum. without thinking you feel the goosebumps prickle along your thighs as your knees hit the cool ground. you lick a stripe along his thick shaft. his hands entwine intrinsically through your hair. your head bobs frantically up and down, your eyes don't depart from his furrowed features. his eyes flutter closed as your focus settles onto his tip. "we can't be doing this." he repeats as he moans lightly. his hips start to buck faintly. your hands rest on his thighs, using only your mouth to coerce him. his firm hands pull your hair harder as he begins to fuck your mouth. it starts off slow and gentle but the more he gets, the more he needs. the strangled sound of your moans fill the room as he forcibly stuffs his cock into the back of your throat. you always favored this side of him. the aggressive, passionate, greedy side. you selfishly tell yourself you're the only one who can spring on this darker alter ego of his, that you're the only one who can show him his true nature. your mouth is filled with the taste of him. tears flow as you struggle to breath. you think you'll pass out from lack of oxygen before he even cums. his moans become harsh and loud, your pussy cries for attention at the sound of his pleasure. his eyes are tightly shut as his head falls back. "fuck. i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum." he exasperatedly declares. with a few brash groans he's spilling into your mouth, hips bucking sporadically.

his thrusts begin to slow until he finally pulls out with a soft moan. a string of fluid connects your lips to the swollen head of his cock. his breathing is broken and he finally looks down to meet your gaze. the look on your face breaks him just a little. your misty eyes and your pouty lips. he doesn't skip the heaving of your chest and your almost silent moans as you try to catch your breath. you haven't looked away from him yet. "get up." he says sternly. you don't disobey. when you meet his level you see the anger in his eyes. "why are you like this?" he huffs frustratedly. "why? why do you always do this to me?" the volume in his last question causes you to jump, startled. you're not sure how to respond. "i just-" before you can muster out an answer he crashes his lips onto yours. you taste his cum meshing with saliva. your body buzzes with excitement. you place your hands into his hair pulling him deeper into your kiss. you're both moaning pathetically into each other's mouths as your bodies collide with the floor.

his hands messily lift your dress above your head. the cold ground sends shivers down your back but you know the chill is all worth it. he doesn't bother sliding off your underwear but instead hurriedly rubs his dick against the sodden fabric. "is this what you wanted?" the ruggedness of his voice makes you grind your hips against his tip. "you want me to fuck you? you like that i'm cheating? you like that? huh?" intensity laces his interrogation. a million devious thoughts run through your head. you think of her face if she saw you two, and of what people would think of you if they found out. it only churns your desire even more. "yes. yes i want it. i want you, jayce. i only want you." your prattling get more desperate by the second, spurred on by each connection of his cock and your throbbing clit. "please put it in, please please." your chorus of please strikes a craving in him. he puts the tip in, sliding past your panties. his face contorts with gross satisfaction. you can tell it's killing him. you know he likes her. he wants to be a good man. a good and loyal man. it's who he is, but he just can't seem to ever deny you. especially when your legs are spread open for him and your aching pussy is waiting to engulf his entire being. you know he's thinking of her and you know he feels bad enough as it is but something inside you longs to remind him of exactly why it was never going to work out between the two of them.

your legs wrap around his torso, pulling him in, all the way in. his hips meet yours and the stretch of his girth is merciless. his mouth gapes open as he instinctively ruts his hips into you. "does it feel good?" you ask sweetly. he can only seem to muster out a miserable uh huh as your walls clench lovingly around him. he's looking at you now through lowered lids, drinking in your pillowy moans and your fluttering eyelashes. his hips snap back and forth at an unforgiving tempo, releasing a low, guttural moan with each thrust. you can hear how wet you are when he sinks back in. it's all too much. he feels so good. how are you supposed to let him go? he's yours. you're not one to share. every shy exchange of glances, every subtle touch, every genuine expression of fondness, all yours. your moans are unrelenting and rapid like the ocean. each wave gravitated by the movement of his hips. your fingers stupidly trace the lines of his face, the curve of his brows. "tell me you love me." the words slip out seemingly unbeknownst to you. you're surprised at your own request. jayce looks at you, a hint of shock appears in his face. he kisses you, slowly, gentler than before. he leans his forehead against yours and you can feel the thunder of his hot breath against your lips. "i love you." he gasps out softheartedly. you swear you feel your cunt flutter around him. "i love you." he says again, still a whisper. yet it's enough to satiate your need. "i love you." this time you utter the words, construed with a light moan. "want you to cum in me. please cum in me." jayce lets out a high pitched groan as he takes in your every word. "i want it inside, jayce. i want it all inside." the words tumble out of your mouth straight to his head. you're always getting in his head. he's always been a careful man. that's why he's so successful. he tells himself to use his head. don't do anything too irrational. don't be stupid, jayce. but he just can't seem to pull all the way out. he tries, unsheathing his dick to reveal the glistening shaft. but he keeps plunging back in, over and over and over. he revels in the way you embrace the fullness of his cock. "you really-you really want it?" he hesitates when he speaks, afraid of springing on a premature orgasm just by imagining the thought of what he's implying. you muster out a weak uh huh. all that tough talk you dished amounted to nothing but tenderness when he spoke to you like that.

you don't skip over how sloppy his thrusts are. the entirety of his weight rests over you, causing the rutting of his hips to fully pierce through you. words aren't needed. you feel the throbbing of his cock and the hopelessness in the cadence of his moans. he's projecting soft groans directly into your ear. you feel his body seize up and hear a lasting, raucous moan rattle your insides. hot cum rushes into your cunt. you hold his shoulders sensitively, comforting his orgasmic demeanor as you feel a gush of arousal of your own. you're cumming around his thick cock. the room starts to spin as you quiver underneath him against the cold floor. a warm spot starts to form on the marble from the heat of your bodies. you're both shaking as you recover from your conjoined pleasure. he's still inside you. you can't help but hold him just a little longer. you stroke his hair as his breath returns to normal. you focus on the beating of his heart against yours. it thumps against your sternum with fervor. you close your eyes and try to memorize the pumping of his blood. just for the memory, just for a little.