#viktor still grabbing Jayce's thighs to spread his legs

[sukunasbow]

choso kamo, eren yeager, jean kirstein, jayce talis, katsuki bakugou, rintarō suna, satoru gojo, tetsurō kuroo, theodore nott, viktor, + anyone you want.

ib: the lovely @fawnrowe

cw cnc! read at your own discretion.

thinking about consensual drugging with your boyfriend.

you were at his house for the halloween party he was hosting with all your friends. before the party started, as the two of you were getting all dressed up in your costumes, he suggested the idea and you ended up agreeing.

so, later that night, while everyone was partying and drinking, he pulled you to the side and gave you a bottle of water that he spiked with a white powder, just enough of the drug to keep you asleep for a few hours after you drank it.

fast forward to now, his arm around your body as you wobbly walk up the stairs while he leads you to his bedroom. “careful, baby.” his voice is so gentle and soft compared to what he’s about to do to you. “here.” he pushes open the bedroom door. you wince at the bright lights when he flips the switch.

“mm’ so tired.” you yawn, having to stop your eyes from completely closing while you’re standing up.

“i know, shh, shh. you’ll sleep soon.” he kisses the side of your forehead before bringing you to the side of his bed, carefully placing you down on the soft mattress. “you can sleep now.” he breathes out, tracing a finger along your jawline as your eyes flutter shut.

moments later, he’s climbing onto the bed and spreading your legs apart as you let out quiet snores. he reaches to the side and grabs his phone off the nightstand, then unlocking it and opening the camera app. he presses the red button and aims the phone at you, making sure he is able to record everything he’s about to do to you.

with one hand holding the phone, he focuses the video on your spread legs, exposing your lace panties to the camera. “such a slut, hm?” he coos, just loud enough for the video to pick up his voice. “look how pretty she is, baby.” he slowly drags his free hand up one of your thighs and pulls the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing your bare pussy. he moves the phone angle, giving the camera a perfect view of the lower half of your body. “you’re asleep and she’s still dripping…” his tone is mocking, “filthy girl, probably dreaming of this happening.” your boyfriend brings his hand to his mouth, spitting on two of his fingers before going back to your cunt, slowly gliding the two fingers along the puffy folds. his lips part, shallow breaths escaping his mouth as he feels his dick getting harder. the mix of your juices and his salvia lets the pads of his fingers easily glide along your clit with circular motions. “so fucking hot.” he mumbles and moves the phone directly in front of your pussy, showing off what he’s doing to your unconscious body. the only sound in his bedroom is the low drum of music from downstairs, and now, the lewd sounds of his fingers spreading your slick around your cunt and creating soft squelching noises.

“she’s so greedy, look at her clenching around nothing.” the man grins, once again aiming the phone camera at your tight hole. he stops moving his fingers, instead admiring the video as your pussy pulses in anticipation from the previous pleasure. “should we give her what she wants? hm?” he talks to you through the video, planning on sending it to you later so you can touch yourself while he’s not around. the idea of you getting off on this situation just makes him feel even more hot and bothered, to the point that he starts subtly humping into the bed, soft groans escaping him. while he grinds his hips down, he moves his face closer to your bare pussy, darting his tongue out and delving into your wet hole, starting to tongue fuck you. he moans into you as he devours your pussy, his other hand’s grip on the phone getting slightly shaky, yet he still gives the camera a glance at him eating you out, his jaw flexing with every movement of his tongue. a few thrusts later and your involuntary orgasm washes over your body, your cum spilling out of your cunt and onto his tongue, coating his lower lip with your juices. “so messy..” he turns his head slightly and grins at the phone camera, making sure you can see his face when you climax while watching the video back. “what are we going to do about me though?” he sits up on the bed and wipes his lips with the back of his one free hand, then pointing the camera down at his erection making a tent in the pants of his costume.

he silently gets off the bed, walking towards the nightstand and turning his phone horizontally before propping it up against a lamp. “gonna fuck you so good you wake up seeing stars.” he glances at the phone camera, directly addressing it. your boyfriend walks back to the bed, once again climbing onto it and, this time, hovering over you, caging your upper body down and between his arms. “so pretty.” he leans down to your face and softly pecks your lips, “i’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry.”

with a few pumps of his hands to his dick, he’s ready for you again, slowly sliding himself inside of your wet pussy. “oh shit.” his eyes flutter shut, “never gonna get used to this, your pussy feels so good.” he carefully thrusts back out of you, then starts picking up the pace, the base of his dick hitting the sweet spot of your pussy with every movement, taking him to the hilt. “taking me so good, yeah, yeah.” he moans out, “fucking take it, slut.” he looks down at your pussy, watching the way you swallow him whole with every buck of his hips, “yeahhh, atta’ girl.” leaning closer to you, he moves his mouth near your tits, his lips grazing against one of your nipples. “so perfect.” he gently bites on the nipple, then swirling his tongue around it. “you’re perfect.” he repeats himself as he sucks on your nipple, then starting to alternate between the two. “gonna cum..shit..” he moves away from your chest, opting to stare down at your peaceful face instead. for a moment he feels disappointed that you aren’t able to actively experience orgasming with him, your usual loud and unfiltered moans not being vocalized, but you just feel so good, and within minutes he’s forgetting his train of thought and spilling his seed inside of you, his dick twitching as his cum stuffs you full. his chest heaves and he groans out, “gonna get you pregnant someday, promise.” he shakily pulls out of you and shuffles closer to your ear, “you’re all mine now, baby, i got you. don’t worry.” he whispers.

[lovesickf-fics]

Hex tech and sex toys

tw : Hexstrap, Strap on, t4t relationship, t4t characters, begging, playing with tcock, light slapping, talking through it, praise

Ship mention : Jayvik (Jayce x Viktor) Arcane

Summary : Long nights at the lab require some tlc and winding down. There's always one way for Viktor to get Jayce relaxed for the evening

Relaxation doesn't come easy to the pair of them, and while their evenings are less argument filled than the beginning of their experiments, it still takes a little more than just going to bed for them to manage to sleep.

That's what started this problem, late nights at the lab, high tensions, and a little too much sexual chemistry, plus their conversations dipping into all sorts of things as the clock turning from late to early hours, it was inevitable that something was to happen.

That was a while ago now, and every night, they have a similar routine. Tonight is no different from that.

The lab shut down and in darkness, a hand held walk back to the bedroom and as soon as the door shuts, lips are against eachother.

Viktor pushes Jayce back against the door and jayce lets him, it comes naturally, the flow between them, how viktor leads and how jayce behaves.

Viktor strips him, letting his fingers trace Jayce's scars, a chest he finds to be perfectly sculpted for the man infront of him, how by the time viktor gets his pants off theres already a boner and a wet patch in his boxers. Only causing more of a smirk to be on his face.

Jayce whimpers, he'd say its the cold, he always did whenever viktor would ask, and thats why he was lead to the bed. Every single time that whimper was a sign to move.

And so they did. With Jayce soaked already and the sheets surrounding him, Viktor began stripping himself, letting jayce watch in the way he discovered the larger man liked so much.

His own body was carved, his scars darker than the rest of him, and his body shaped to his own design, Jayce's eyes dont leave his body, trailing down where the fabric was laying seconds before.

When viktor goes to lean forward its Jayce that jumps, grabbing the toy they use so frequently now that its perfected. Made by them - for them and them alone.

He takes it from Jayce, putting it on and the mechanisms hiss into place, the thrum of hex tech sparking the length to life. They both cant stop the smiles on their faces, an experiment that works perfect and a feeling that makes it worth it all

And it is so worth it designed to rub perfectly against viktor, a small nook for his tcock to thrust into and the length crafted for jayce to feel every inch at it's absolute most.

Putting it on viktor lets out a sigh of relief, ready to take out any frustrations of the day onto jayce and jayce spreads his legs a little further in anticipation, waiting on the command.

"Well go on, strip."

He jumps again, rushing to tug his boxers off, ignoring how theyre tight around his thighs and wet in the center, his tcock hard and cunt dripping.

Viktor lines up, adjusting himself on the bed so he's comfortable and gently nudges the tip against Jayce's anticipating hole

"Viktor please hurry up- please"

Viktor hushes him, taking his hand, gently dragging the tips of his fingers down across Jayce's cock, watching how it bounces back up and how it twitches from his colder touch.

He presses his palm against it, enjoying the pressure in his cupped hand and the way jayce tries to rock back onto his strap and his hand, Viktor watches, enjoying the way his face goes red and how his eyelashes get wet even without the tears.

He pulls his hand away, relishing in the pathetic sound Jayce makes without thinking, like its natural and raw and his

Viktor shushes him once more, leaning forward a little, slipping the tip in, Jayce's cunt swallowing it like a starved man would food. The sounds of his cunt and his moans fill the bedroom.

Even with just the tip inside, Jayce is debauched, he's flushed down to his chest, the hair looking darker against his red toned skin and his face getting wet with sweat. He tries to hold still, even with his hips moving and legs shaking he tries so hard to be good

"That's it Jayce, you're holding up well this time. Do you want more?"

"Yes! yes viktor, i want more i want more please"

The words leave his mouth in a babble, messy and rushed, and viktor obliges, Sliding to the base in a single movement.

Jayce almost sobs as he thanks viktor, and he lays there bare and sweaty as viktor starts moving.

Viktor thrusts slow, beginning to find his pace, back and forth and back and forth, Jayce's body moves with him, his curves bouncing, and his head flung back.

The strap harness rubs viktor just right, made to make him overstimulated as he forces himself into jayce's wet hole over and over again, both of them getting needier and needier as it drags them to the edge over and over.

As they get closer Jayce starts to talk more, he always does and the babbles are so simple

"Please viktor? please it's so good, it feels good, your cock is fucking perfect, we did it so fucking well we're so clever please please can i cum?"

Viktor simply hums, biting back the moan that rises with the begging and praise and he fucks harder, not by much but it makes it hit everywhere jayce needs and the pressure against his cock is exactly what he needed.

They cum together, seeing white, eyes shut and bodies tensing and relaxing in time with the spurts that soak the harnesses inside and the length in its entirety.

With the toy soaked and their chests rising and falling, viktor pulls out and releases the clasps on his hips, letting jayce put it away while he lays there, they cuddle - they'll say reluctantly but in reality they enjoy the warmth and jayce enjoys tracing circles into Viktors hips while theyre bodies tangle

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Tw: talk of self-harm & suicide; take care of yourselves

Headcanons about Jayce and self-harm bcuz its self indulgent and I can. This is incredibly long so its under a read more.

Jayce's hex bracelet covers up some pretty nasty scars.

Working in the forge, getting knicks and cuts and burns there, covered up the self inflicted wounds nicely. Or they at least blended together so no one was suspicious.

Once he's out of the forge though, he moves to his hips and thighs since no one is likely to see those areas.

His PTSD and depression play a huge roll in his triggers, and often times he can't exactly pinpoint them.

When he's cutting or doing some form of SI, his brain just goes quiet. And it feels so good. All of the expectations placed on him just disappear for a little while.

But, it eats into his sleep, his appetite. His body is sore and he always has a headache. He's constantly shaking and it gets worse when he hasn't been able to cut for a few days.

Viktor notices, gathering data for months before confronting Jayce. He had his suspicions. And it was no secret Jayce had been on the precipice of ending his life when they met. He would be a fool to think those feelings would disappear with hextech. He sees the flecks of blood on the academy uniforms, the bandages that sometimes poke out from under his sleeves. He doesn't miss the winces or how Jayce sometimes favors one side over the other when carrying materials.

So he asks one day. "Do you hurt yourself?" it's blunt but without judgement. Afterall, he can see the appeal.

Jayce denies it just a little too quickly. They both know he's lying, but Viktor doesn't push. If Jayce doesn't want to talk about it with him or anyone for that matter, he's not going to insist.

Eventually Jayce sets the chalk down and asks "what made you think I do?" His voice is a little unsteady and his palms are sweaty. It's too hot and blood's rushing in his ears.

Viktor stills and looks up at Jayce. His expression is one of sympathy and understanding. They both know if he answers, the facade crumbles. Jayce won't be able to deny it. "Are you sure you want me to answer that?" It's one last out.

Jayce takes a breath and nods. So Viktor tells him. He glosses over a few of the more unsavory situations he had witnessed over the last year or so. Jayce wasn't as good at hiding it as he thought he was. Especially from someone he spent 12 hours a day with, if not more.

---

Jayce seeks Viktor out for comfort, sometimes before and sometimes after he cuts.

He has a key to Viktor's flat in the residence halls. He let's himself in. Usually it's late and Viktor's reading in bed. Jayce crawls in beside him and buries his face against Viktor's thigh. A hand makes its way to his hair, and he falls asleep like that.

He also seeks Viktor out in his flat because it's in the interior of the building. There are no windows or views of the outside. No tempting balconies. No way to see the cold and snow in the winter. It becomes a safe haven for him in ways his flat isn't. He also knows if he goes there, Viktor will keep him safe.

There had been a few times Viktor had taken it upon himself to help clean Jayce up, but it resulted in a panic attack and Jayce refusing to come near him for a little while. He hadn't realized it at the time, but Viktor had broken Jayce's trust by taking away his autonomy and control.

The first time they are intimate, Viktor sees the extent of Jayce's damage to himself. Scars coat his hips and his thighs. It's obvious some are deep and jagged. He wonders if maybe he should be doing more to stop Jayce for the thousandth time, and then remembers Jayce wouldn't trust him the way he does if he had tried to impose more rules or boundaries.

They end up just holding each other instead.

---

It took years. But Jayce is finally ready to try and stop.

He takes the small box he kept under his bed out with shaking hands. It has everything. Bandages. Gauze. Antiseptic. His blades. Everything he had ever known. The only thing that made him feel good, feel normal sometimes. It makes him want to throw up.

He takes it to Viktor's flat and lets himself in. He places the small box on Viktor's pillow and leaves.

He makes it back to his own flat and locks himself into the bathroom before he starts hyperventilating. He lets himself panic. He's scared and alone and terrified of what Viktor is going to think.

Viktor finds the box before bed that night. He does what he can to check for explosives and what not before he tentatively undoes the latch and lifts the lid. His breath catches.

He's torn between throwing the entire thing into the river and dissecting every item to try and better understand Jayce.

In the end, he does neither. He puts it on the top shelf of his closet and tried to forget it's there. He doesn't want to betray Jayce's trust by analyzing his weapon of choice, trying to match up the scars on his body to the various blades and sharp objects within the box.

Jayce shows up to Viktor's flat that night and lets himself in like always. Viktor's reading. No box in sight. He crawls into the bed and presses himself against Viktor's thigh. A hand makes its way to his hair, and he falls asleep.

[honeydazai]

sucking the dicks of the Arcane men

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Ekko

warnings: nsfw content, oral sex, rough sex, pet names, dirty talk, degradation, praise, size differences

requested?: yes!

The sight of you laying between his spread legs is enough to make VIKTOR's dick twitch in your hand, but he actually whines when your mouth, so hot and wet and soft, closes around his dick. When you take him in to the base, he takes steady breaths to calm himself, though his first instinct was to simply thrust down your throat. He forces himself to not act like a feral beast, though.

Once he's regained control of his urges, he's a tease. His accent is thick as he praises you for taking him so well, so deep, even though all of his compliments are backhanded ones — well, if you're able to take his dick this easily, you must have a lot of experience, right?

He pulls on your hair a little, his nails scraping over your scalp, and low throaty moans, as well as needy whimpers fall from his lips as you continue to suck him off, only pulling away to comment on how big he is. Those compliments alone make him mewl with pleasure.

“Ah, love, you feel amazing around me. Though I must wonder just how much experience you have in these kind of activities when you're able to take me this easily? How curious.”

JAYCE is trying to control himself, honestly, but the second your lips close around his cock and he feels the wet warmth of your mouth around him, he can't help but thrust his hips forward with a whine. One of his hands grabs a chunk of your hair to keep you close and to properly fuck your throat, and even though you're tearing up and he does feel a little guilty, it also feels so incredibly good.

His whines are high-pitched and he's just so enthusiastic; you're not actually able to pull away, but he begs you not to stop nonetheless. Your nails are digging into his thighs as you gag, your cheeks and chin glistening with tears and drool and precum, and still you can't help but notice how your own cunt clenches around nothing in arousal.

Jayce gasps when your teeth scrape his dick ever so slightly, the sensation strong enough to make him cum, and he holds you close until he's finished; the tip of your nose almost touching his lower abdomen. When he's more composed and patient, he might tease you a little too, though he's usually just eager moans and jerky thrusts as he moves you around like a ragdoll.

“God, babe, you feel so fucking good, 'm so close, please. Your throat is so damn tight, princess, gonna cum soon—, you're so pretty like this, please don't stop, oh my god, please. So close, so close, baby. Don't stop.”

SILCO usually lets you set the pace when you go down on him; he simply leans back in his chair as you kneel in front of him and suck at his length. He occasionally lights a cigar to fully relax, his head tipping back as he exhales. Silco has pretty nice moans; they're all low and raspy and send heat straight to your core.

While he allows you to decide on the rhythm, he's not overly fond of being teased, and his hand more often than not comes down to grab strands of your hair and yank you closer. When you gag or choke a little, tears welling up in your eyes, he simply huffs out a laugh. He also occasionally makes you cockwarm him instead — your warm mouth around his cock simply feels so good while he's working.

“Ah, it seems you really are just made to take my cock, dear. If only you could see yourself right now; drooling over my dick like a slut. Hm, I bet if I'd offer you my boot to get off you wouldn't be ashamed to hump it like a bitch in heat. Maybe I'll indulge you if you beg me all nicely.”

VANDER makes it obvious that he doesn't expect you to deep throat him — he's pretty big, after all —, but he's not about to stop you either. The second the head of his dick hits the back of your throat, he's groaning, his head thrown back. He rests his hands on your head and slightly pulls at your hair whenever you manage to make him moan, though he's careful not to yank you closer to him.

He's big on praise; while you're between his legs, he's commenting how good you are, how tight and hot you feel and how close he already is. His voice, low and throaty and yet still oddly composed, is enough to make heat curl in your stomach, your thighs rubbing together.

“Damn, doll, you're so good. Didn't think you'd actually manage to take all of me — fuck, that's my good girl. That's a good girl. 'n you're so eager too — why don't you come up here and I'll show you how grateful I am that you're always taking care of me, hm?”

You're kneeling between EKKO's legs, your jaw slack as he thrusts into your mouth, his hips slapping against your face. While he's usually careful and loving with you, he's rather unhinged now — the way you look up at him with doe eyes, your makeup smeared down your cheeks with tears and your lips red and swollen and stretched around his dick, is simply too much for him to properly control himself.

Still, he makes sure you're not hurting — you've got a signal where you're tapping a certain pattern onto his thigh to avoid that —; it's rather obvious you're enjoying yourself if the way you're moaning and whining around his dick is anything to go by, as well as the hand you've sneaked into your own panties to push two fingers into your dripping hole.

“Ah, babe, fuck, that feels so good. Fuck — hm, and you're having fun too, aren't you? God, ah, look at you touching yourself just because you're sucking me off. How about I eat you out, hm, baby?”

notes: thanks to yuuotosaka3 for informing me that Ekko is in, like, his twenties in Arcane — now i can write about him too! 🙏🏻

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